Mixed & Produced by:
Kabal (Kevin Theodoropolus)
Vocals recorded by:
No Neck (Paul Oppermann)
Music produced by: DJ Premier
(Christopher Edward Martin)
(c)Midian Music 2020
lyrics
"EMPTY PROMISES"
(V1.)
Leave em' facing the floor stiff,
you can't phase me I roll pain in black,
blazing more shit up than a crazy pyromaniac/
A pack a matches back in 83' enslaving me,
Crack em' in a patch of dry grass,
& laugh at people trying to save a tree/
Now people think I'm hailing Satan see,
the truth of the matter is
Christ for kids failed at saving me/
Fable fake buddies, bible camp study,
Earning badges but I'd rather beat you
with the book until my hands bloody/
Born with the darkness, born with the curses,
Try to shed some light reciting passages & verses/
I'd kneel and prey at the side of my bed,
And beg, the holy light, to put a sign in my head/
Just another black void transforms the stark blasphemer,
still stuck traveling with my dark passenger/
He's planning massacres and plotting with the swiftness,
Scribbling in blood, jotting kids down on the shit list/
Pass another year, the older I get, the more evil I feel,
Trying to get a grip but he's the one holding the steering wheel/
I'd hit the brakes but he silencing my will,
Ain't got no license to drive but got a license to kill/
Then I found the ill green around the age of fourteen,
& now I'm thinking about killing a lot less more teens/
Still diseased with the anti-terrene,
But when I'm cooking B.T.s I'm feeling plenty serene/
Brain still painting scenes sick and obscene,
The macabre in my frontal lobe be picking my dreams/
Rest and I slip in slumber fall right there,
Blessed with a bliss that you people call nightmares/
But these are heavenly delights in my minds eye,
Curb em' with the herb I'm lighting siphoning a blind high/
Guiding light, but your God is mighty ominous,
I sit and think about this, all the empty promises/
(V2.)
The government tried to police pot,
fuck what the police thought,
I'd love to raid their evidence rooms
and blaze what the police got/
Censor my thoughts & my freedom of speech?
Living like its Marshall Law but who's policing the police?/
My mouthpiece spit the raw illest context,
Trying to play God, but you got a Godzilla complex/
Disguised devils who be mopping with the holy glow,
Wanna stop a movement like they're stomping out Tokyo/
My manifestos invested all my ramblings,
Rantings and ravings injected with my gambling/
Trolling through mics with rap stables of strife,
Rolling snake eyed dice on the crap tables of life/
You can take your lucky sevens son
and shove them up your back door,
The heavens never wanted Kevin, dwelling in the black more/
A dark lord with stark words from vocal chords,
Small flock of followers drumming up the local horde/
Pissing on religion since the father at my christening,
I ponder why I even bother when nobody's
even fucking listening/
The big book couldn't save me,
Had a revelation blazing pages on the daily/
Genius or insanity? It doesn't really matter see,
I do this for my piece of mind & not for you to flatter me/
My dark tunnel doesn't have a holy light,
The only lights I see are ones I put to shit rolled tight/
credits
from Tales From The Mix Tape vol.3,
released October 20, 2019
Kabal (K.Theodoropolus)
No Neck (P.Oppermann)
DJ Premier(C.E.Martin)
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