Brood from SocioCOMA by SevidemiC

I keep a Full Metal Jacket mug. Eerie vibrations. See my level and blow the planet up. Smearing the ashes after I wait amid a weird elation. I mind to make a mother fucker remember me, all the while aiming to take them under. They don't want to let a nigga feed, oh no. From an 808 to dookie on my loose leaf. I got the key. It don't matter any. We ain't never needed it to prove me better, that's obvious. Name a nigga that deliver power and balance it like a zombie does. Now, they get to panicking adamant. Dammit, if I market to the manic, it'll all be love. Well, until I whip a little hate up. Just a reminder of what I came from. Hell is so ready, go ahead and raise some. I get the feeling they prefer to play dumb. I look pissed off for a reason, but I could never be broke like you. Take a look at how down we've been. Ain't no telling what I might do in brood.

Yea, it's written all over my face now. In brood, that's why.

I keep a Full Metal Jacket mug. Plum out of my patience. See my level and blow the planet up. Somehow, I like hatred. Touche. I wait amid a weird elation all by my lonely. I found my true voice in this sound and, no, it ain't the holy kind. They dont want to let a nigga feed, oh no. Therein, I became a cannibal. I had to go when I got the key. Never looking back once, even though their regrettable actions stay obvious. No one can pick up and get going again quite like a zombie does. They told them, "mention my knack at re-invention," but once you niggas listen, it could all be love. Ain't no other choice but to wake up. The Gods are watching me where I came from. So many killers, so I raise some. No running, no escape to play dumb.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Zombie Music
• Albuquerque