This joint is pulled off the upcoming compilation album titled “NexWav”, which brings together multiple producers, beat makers, sound designers, DJs and emcees, for a ruff and raw highlight reel of original BANGERS! This time out, Ry Walker from Bristol, UK and Odd Pilot from Maine, USA are bringing you a super moody and dramatic vibe consisting of crazy strings, slapping drums and a raw package of punchy one liners topped off with vintage vocal clips that hint at some kind of major “reset button” that we are all likely to face…. at some point. Spooky. lyrics Seeing life through a different lens, Anything to reach the bitter end Reading tea leafs and bifta stems, Air toxic they puffing 50 blems, Make me laugh again, little self worth, Im the epitimy of self work, Eat dirt, ill dine in hell first, All my lines well versed twisted spellwork, I Aint pouring in to empty cups, The devil couldnt tempt me much? Been there, really done enough, Dumb drunk on rum punch, Fucked up sons spun Midafternoon while the yoots huff ballons, Listening to ragga tunes, I sit confused dragging zoots, Bablyon approaching in there lavish suits, This life is exhausting, The pictures i paint are haunted, But all have been flawless, Since hawking wasnt walking My walls still talking All of us are tortured Thats just an honest view The horror brews, I only see the god in truth Never seen no god in you, See the rot like forgotten food I aint amused, the same hatred spews, Too weird to live to rare to die, They hating cus they scared of life, Scarce designs we pair with wine, Always had a flair for rhyme Bear my strife sharing mind, Delve into the abyss just a bunch of mad kids One lick he hit the cannvas My storys ever candid, Yours reek like canned fish or cat piss And these Lies cantankerous, How could you challenge a god? Most savage of shots Im just laughing them off, Howd you get so lost, Probably straddling your boss, Im still battling the odds Battling the frost, Were live in winters grip, My strategy still sinking ships, Loose lips will be bleed you quick, My own man im leaderless, Cant feed a man teach him fish, 2 fingers up and eat the rich, Still roll around the ghost town, The air is feeling close now, Raise a toast to the dope sound, Throwback or throwdown Pissing on your old crown Me and op leaving then choked out Leave it looking like jonestown credits released February 23, 2024 Artwork by Ry Walker Produced by Odd Pilot
