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Summer smell was calling me
To leave the school and be a pirate
Demons of the bottle's depth were
Smiling at me
So ugly
Mortal Kola
Kissed my lips
Mortal Kola
Kissed my lips
Murky streets were watching me
By window eyes while I was traveling
Through my beloved dump with the rest of
Yaki boys barely alive when
Mortal Kola
Kissed my lips
Mortal Kola
Kissed my lips
And we made out like she's my bitch
We ran through blocks at hyper speed
Oh man, I swear if we’ve gone further I
Would see the future
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(yuko yuko cover)
I would be sad
Cause I'd break my neck
If you pushed me from the wall
My love is 10 feet tall
I would be sad
If my phones were dead
I fell in love through hashtag fun
My baby pulled the gun
You shot me out of fun
You shot me out of love
It hurts so bad it's fine
Cause when I cry, I smile
I would be sad
I would be mad
If I could not adore
Your Skrillex haircut, hun
You shot me out of fun
You shot me out of love
It hurts so bad it's fine
Cause when i cry, I smile
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Dealing with the shit everyday
But any role I play me – John Depp
Let em suckers get that it’s too late
Let em fuckers know all of my real names
They saw my eyes in the island’s haze
They will remember my face, remember my face, yeah
Stoned like throw, high like a skyscraper
Traveling around the town kola splattering
I know they dig my stuff, brother
No wonder
Mighty Jah was the ghost writer
Writing like a whole team, drinking like a whole team
Taking shit as it is – living this rainy dream
Never hide inside my own reality
Got no reason for this shit: just stay there constantly
So stop wasting time trying to hurt me, kido
Or keep on talking shit and meet Sniffer, bitch
Here’s some spirit smell on cassette
In this foggy potatoe hell somehow I still feel well
Grinding like Godzilla’s teeth, working on things
I haven’t sleep for so long now I’m see-through – see through me
Chris Riddell’s landscapes are all over my brain
Plus I represent my fam – “Hijack” on magnet tape
And I’m not saying that I have no conceit
But I was laughing like a bastard when I saw you showing off shit
Better forget bout being a top player
Your bitch hides eyes when your stuff is playing
You know she thinks that I’m a foreigner when my stuff is playing
Although I rep my homeplaces: RIP Semela
Stop dissing us fast
You know neither me nor any one of my guys so
Don’t talk the talk if you can’t fuck the fuck
And stop being a baby cause babies I like em raw
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Fuck the realness
Fuck controls
Dance until your
Heart explodes
Fuck the realness
Shake your bones
Make me love this
Make it raw
Do it like that
Like that
Do it like that
Like that
Do it like that
Like that
Do it like that
Fuck the comfort
Fuck seatbelts
Bring the danger
Back
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I'm so hungry
Bitch I'm starving
Like there's alien
In my stomach
Don't you think that there is something wrong
With these mushroom semela pies?
Na-na-na-na na-na na-na-na-na
WTF is that?
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March has scooped my eyes
March has scooped my eyes
March has scooped my eyes
She says I smile just too much
But she's sick with my dark side
ooooooh
That's true
No one knows
What goes on
No one knows
For sure
No one knows
What goes on
No one cares
At all
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Damon:
Weeks run - bring no cash
But anyway we’ll have a sesh
No rules round the block
When my team patrols the yard
Mortal drinks from a corner store –
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Don’t expect me to take back rhymes:
I love this stuff like Jay loves Picasso
Love the way these clowns stare at me
I’m avant-garde – young Barett
Fucked up – Crash Darby
Yes I’ve said it, yes I am
Colors dancing onna wall
I’m so stoned that sun gets dark
Drinking hard - never drunk
Fuck the ground - punkstranaut
Rhy,me Selektah:
I stay up all night, hey, still that young playa
Still hussle hope them lines pay up
One time for my kids from the block,
Got a couple shots ain't nobody got shot, hey
5/12 where the muthafucking love at,
Time melts like I'm speeding on the corvette But good things come 2 those who wait, Cause ain't another days is another fucking mixtape
Oh shit, try 2 talk like a wiseman,
No flex trying 2 widen my horizons
Yo Dame, what a time 2 be alive?
Hey, it's not me myself and I
I got everything I need, I got homies around,
I got booze I got weed and I go pound4pound
And this HijackGang is a muthafucka,
Yaki is the place with ma lil brothers
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Heard there’s something you can’t speak of
Something ticklish bout your past
But you’d like me to remind you
Yes you would like me to remind you
Aa-aa-ah
Secrets of Stew’s backyard
Aa-aa-ah
Secrets of Stew’s backyard
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Any night
Any day
If it’s sweet
If it’s crap
Things you feel
Things you dream
Always new
Always real
Is it something wrong
…Something’s wrong…
Sit back get high like a motherfucker
…And if you’re lonely you can do it with me
Sit back get high like a motherfucker
…And if you’re lonely …if you’re lonely…
…Nothing wrong…
Don’t tell em, don’t tell em, don’t tell em, don’t tell em
…Nothing wrong…
Don’t tell em, don’t tell em, don’t tell em, don’t tell em
Oo-ooh-ooh-ooh
Don’t tell em, don’t tell em, don’t tell em, don’t tell em
Oo-ooh-ooh-ooh
Don’t tell em, don’t tell em, don’t tell em, don’t tell em
…Nothing wrong…
…Nothing wrong…
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Cranium smiles like dying was fun
The walls look like they’re built to remind -
Today it’s me, tomorrow it’s bones…
Ambient sound of giant clocks
Kicks the shit out of my frightened mind –
Today it’s me, tomorrow it’s bones…
Today it’s me, tomorrow it’s bones
Tomorrow it’s bones, tomorrow it’s bones…
Today it’s me, tomorrow it’s bones
Tomorrow it’s bones, tomorrow it’s bones…
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Seaside
Seaside
Seaside
Seaside
Seaside
Has gone
It’s gone
It’s gone
Has gone
It’s gone
It’s gone
Seaside
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Read my rhymes from the wall on your block
Sky wheel rolls on and grinds human parts
We watch this every day growing up
Soon there’ll be hundreds of kids like us
It seems like after this summer stuff
The death itself is afraid of my guys
Sky wheel rolls on and grinds human parts
But you ain’t human
Why givin a fuck?
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It all has never happened.
** Dear homies\strangers\dudes!
"Islandkid cassette" is an actual album name. Although it was released on cassettes - now they're gone, nothing left. Please, keep this in mind when u decide to do a bandcamp operation.
released March 30, 2017
