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ABEL & CAIN 01:31
“ABEL & CAIN” Lyrics [Mohawk] I’ll put a hole in a pig like a bagel I’ll drive his ass off the map, Winnebago Pull his shit back from the crave to the gradle Leave niggas flat like the top of a table I got a scoop like a spoon and a ladle I don’t do toxic, no Ross to a Rachel I been done did that, Deadpool to a Cable Fuck with the king and you might get finagled Heard you thought MoJo was lying, a fable I’m not your brother, I’m Cain to an Abel I like my pussy and lemonade pink I got the crackers on beat like N’Sync Might cut the Gan off yo Dorf like a Link Mohawk rap up like a coat, it’s a mink They talk in riddles, Caucasians a sphinx Mohawk bring heat and like sweaters they shrink [TYGKO] (Yeah) Y’all niggas not gonna make it I think We turn the pig into bacon I think They like the things we be making I think Locs and some weed, I’m Jamaican I think Lots of the people been waiting I think The delay of the mayhem okay then, I guess You let me know when you ready, I guess You let it go, well, then let me digress I’ll knock the head off a boy like a mech (bitch) I do not tolerate no disrespect (bitch) I look so good I could walk in the Met (yeah) Pearls out the ocean they water my chest (splash) Nigga, I ain’t shit yet Get up, had to get a niche Now I’m a spitta, water my lips Niggas might switch sides See you on this side, nigga
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CARTOONS 02:42
[TYGKO] It still don’t change That shit don’t change All I see pain through my window pane I just see the rain, I don’t feel no rain I just cleaned a stain, now there is no stain I be tryna pass time but it’s difficult I ain’t seen my friends like they mythical I ain’t worried ‘bout shit, I ain’t got shit to do Put my best outfit on and watch cartoons Broke as fuck, tokin’, I just woke up at noon Wrote enough bars, Imma need a bar stool Crack open a claw, I don’t need a claw tool ell!psis get a claw, Cam want a claw, too Check the fridge, everything right where I left it Check a list, eat M&Ms, and play Tekken Technically one of us can’t leave ever I take care of my brethren and hit up 7-eleven But it still don’t change, that shit don’t change (it don’t) All I see is pain through my window pane (I do) I just see the rain, I don’t feel no rain (I can’t) I just cleaned a stain, now there is no stain (it ain’t) I be tryna pass time but it’s difficult (yeah) I ain’t seen my friends they invisible I ain’t worried bout shit I ain’t got shit to do Put my best outfit on And watch cartoons [Mohawk] Yeah, a nigga single Why you think my hand hurt? I don’t fuck with strangers Girl, you know I can’t flirt Tryna put some pants on But there is an issue Won’t fit over my anklet It hold me like jiu-jitsu Y’all stuck in the house but My shit is more dire Y’all can take a waltz I just sit there and admire They called me a monster So I can’t get hired Now I’m in my boxers Eating all the Breyer’s White folk didn’t show up They was in the bleachers They never behind bars No rappin’ on features Popo on that bullshit School bully creepers They hurt you, you hurt ‘em back They go and tell they teachers Now yo ass suspended Mamma said “you grounded” Imma grab my dick with my left and Imma pound it Car might get impounded Can’t go pay the parking Twelve a bunch of bitches Why blue lives always barkin’? (err) [TYGKO] But it still don’t change, that shit don’t change (it don’t) All I see is pain through my window pane (I do) I just see the rain (yeah), I don’t feel no rain (I can’t, a-hee-hee) I just cleaned a stain (a-hoo-hoo), now there is no stain (it ain’t, a-ha-ha) I be tryna pass time (a-hoo-hoo) but it’s difficult (yeah, a-kuh-ka) I ain’t seen my friends (a-cuckoo) they invisible (Where the fuck are my friends?) I ain’t worried bout shit I ain’t got shit to do Put my best outfit on And watch cartoons
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STIRRUPS 02:35
[TYGKO] (Yeah, yeah) Too many things I carry wit me on my sleeve Too many scenes I be reliving in my dreams If I never sold weed, I’d have no degrees So now I see I can’t believe in no relief Let my soul speak like the hustle chose me Give it back if I could rap ‘cause a cracker own me Crack a cracker front teeth if he frontin’ on me If I woulda said niggas, you would’ve ignored it What’s really important? I know too many niggas that done died from some Lame shit any lame kid woulda tried But that same shit get you slain quick And the lights bring you pained memories You can’t even go outside They’ll tell you that it ain’t different Nigga, that’s a lie Bro, I promise that it’s a way bigger Pretty part of life But they separate you Make you desperate for it, it’s aight We gone make it out alive, make it out alive [Mohawk] I don’t get your purpose I get buck, but they swerve us But if they kill ten niggas I must thank them for they service All they do is hurt us Lie and then they murk us Schools ain’t got no money But the pigs collecting surplus It’s a fucking circus Think it’s sweet like Slurpluff They always against us Why they never serve us? Won’t look beyond the surface Do Papa a disservice Can’t hold my phone in front of them Because they might get nervous All y’all do is slave us Y’all really gon’ burn us Bail put me in the people store My family made the purchase Y’all really concern us Y’all deserve some curses We ain’t ask to be here But you mad, but won’t return us Bootlickers and stirrups Act like they want versus I won’t put my hands on you But they can catch these verses This shit is not normal Ain’t no fucking Furret It’s sad, but sometimes When I look down, I think I deserve it
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BALANCE 04:42
[Cam] Ribs made of glass, face on the floor I’ve been runnin’ ‘round my dreams like I’ve been here before Feet made of stone, water to my knees Maybe when I die, I can finally sleep [Mohawk] White folk know what’s wrong with me Ex won’t stop stalking me Police my reactions Won’t watch how you talk to me Watch how you walk to me Won’t change the subject We can’t hit a helmet Y’all kill us in public I can’t understand it The way that they leverage us I can’t fuckin’ stand up They made one leg heavier Crackers, they don’t get me This shit is for the birds Twerk off to my music But don’t hear a word Sometimes I wish they shot me Get so nervous I could throw up Y’all say y’all support me But y’all never fucking show up We begged you to show up But you ain’t fuckin’ listen Y’all so fuckin’ lazy Y’all let all us go to prison Then you vote for moderates Who say they’ll save our lives When they said they don’t like conflict Lest it benefit the whites They wrote the crime bill That locked all us up for weed But y’all happy it’s legal now that Y’all collect the green My life fuckin’ matter Got it tatted on my arm Now I’m back in therapy I’m reducing my harm System thinks I’m monstrous They won’t cut me a deal Prosecutor’s a white woman I feel like Emmett Till I don’t sleep at night Because I replay what they did They laughed when they beat us Then they threw us in the clench I wish they would kill me Now I live in fear Why ain’t they just kill me? I don’t wanna be here [TYGKO] (Yeah I’m gonna be here forever Kill me? No You can’t fuckin’ kill me I’m already dead) Everytime I look back I can see the shadow Sun just burnt my eyes out It don’t even matter I’m about to spazz out Imma call for backup Thought I had it planned out ’Til I had it shattered Stayin’ not dead Put my head on a platter So I’m really not playing This is all I really have for real Crackers wanna hang him in the Galleria You don’t have to see it no more Put away the MAGA t-shirt Had it up to here But a battle would be travesty But what is living here? No better The people after me I really wish my nigga knew better Now I know tragedy Now I know grief, pain, deep anger, and apathy So watch how you rappin’ to me I’d prolly take a different path if he hadn’t’a leaved Shit, I’d prolly take your fuckin’ life if you hatchin’ a scheme Shit, I prolly make a million twice ‘fore I add to the team Shit I think about when I’m up high on a balancing beam [Cam] Ribs made of glass, face on the floor I’ve been runnin’ ‘round my dreams like I’ve been here before Feet made of stone, water to my knees Maybe when I die, I can finally sleep
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a 4-track tape Mohawk Johnson, TYGKO, ell!psis, and Cam Stacey made while they were fucked up in the crib

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released February 5, 2021

all vocals written & performed by Mohawk Johnson & TYGKO
vocals for "BALANCE" also written & performed by Cam Stacey
all tracks produced & mixed by ell!psis & Cam Stacey
all tracks recorded & mastered by Cam Stacey

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