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So Our Egos Don't Kill Us

by Cas One Vs Figure

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1.
They should've killed me I am the enemy I am the energy I live in infamy I’ve got this symmetry in me that wants to end the beginning I flip my innards like I’m center of the universe I feel the urge to spill the curse, burn the earth And dump the ashes in an urn Synapsis flashing into action activate the advocate Patchwork kid building ships in a bottle My ships set sail when I reach rock bottom Aw yeah, pick that poison Pass the cup around until we all join in We're all friends here, kid. We float on the daily. Nobody will, nobody can, nobody try and save me Built a cult out of a wolf made with rabies Strange Famous ‘til they hit me with that sawed off On some “motherfuck all y’all ‘til we all get all gone” And I hope it ain’t long, I hope that world splits apart So we can stick a sword through that universal heart By the teeth of a beast, done rehearsing for the part We pull the veins from the arteries and made the pain a part of me To part the seas and give the oddities all of me. This is a slow ride through a long walk with death Where my ego's all I got left. Let’s take some steps.
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Staying Gold 03:57
When there’s no gold left, turn right, go left A hole in that chest gets filled with an X Marks the spot. Keep the spark on hold Look a horse in its mouth, see if them teeth still gold Patina on a dreamer interweaved in odd demeanor Sucking in the ether, this eager spirit eater Stays gold in a world full of rats, death, and mold Halo made of brambles and a heart made of souls I should’ve known...I shook ‘em dead up in they bones I’m a king without a home speaking from a homemade throne Throwing off a vibe that says I’m better off alone Shoot an arrow at a target. Hit an angel, made a harlet A letter made of scarlet, put it in your heart compartment I’ll be your favorite artist spillin gold out on the canvas How the fuck did we even manage? The earth done left us stranded Do you feel abandoned in the poison of this planet? I’ll never understand it so i'll make up all the ruuuuuuules There’s a jester in the court saying point out all the foooools Aww, fool’s gold. Pin a rose up on their nose Smell the shit out on the roads and spit up all their old poems Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold When there’s no gold left, turn right, go left A hole in that chest gets filled with an X Marks the spot. Keep the spark on hold Look a horse in its mouth, see if them teeth still gold Ain’t nobody gold searching for no diamonds Ain’t no science to the silence of this island Lone wolf-man holding on a sack of push pins Do that voodoo that I do to you when our world ends Chewing on the loose ends, spitting in the rust bucket Duckets never added to much when I be up fuckin’ Or fuckin up. Hit the pawn shop like, “Weigh the gold up” Hold up, ghost riding on a pale pony These other three acting like they don’t know me Boy, I’m an OG. Trumpets, then it’s close scene Paint it all black, bury all the flowers with it Hang me by my throat while I sleep to sound of crickets Hit the pearly gates like, “Motherfucker, can I kick it?” And dangle from a gold chain made from picket fences I never had shit so I never got sold I had a heart of gold but that shit got stole When there’s no gold left, turn right, go left A hole in that chest gets filled with an X Marks the spot. Keep the spark on hold Look a horse in its mouth, see if them teeth still gold
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(Cas One) When I die burn it all except for my bridges All of it. Send me off with a fucking audience Like adios and that’s all she wrote Maybe I tied a rope from umbilical cords And I walked it like a dog ‘til I got to the shore Never choked up, never gave no fucks ‘Cause I made my luck outta having no luck When I added it up, I subtracted some stuff Bury me upside down So they can all kiss my ass when they come around Never eat from a dead man’s hand I’m Neverland Man in a No Man’s Land Hand on a double cross, knife in the back Few more of that and I’m a peacock, baby Whole world’s crazy and ain’t that funny When you look so poor because your dreams cost money? (B. Dolan) Stagger out the caravan grinding on a bent rim We show up, sucker. I’m a friend of Benjamin’s Knocking at the stage door. Let, let, let him in Gasoline and rags in my bag, swag, but keep it all in perspective One man’s punchline is the next man’s death wish The war’s really on. Is you with it or against it? Put my body on the line and my mind on the record Best respect it, degenerate to loops and breaks The shit I do will make the cue points move out of place DJ fucking up my groove ‘cause he couldn’t keep the pace And the soundman wouldn’t understand my place They were wildin’ backstage worried bout the PA But when they boost my channel I’m coming to lay GRACE Bad taste in my mouth made my face all ugly Raised in the house like a cage around them junkies Some say his name is a word for unlucky But motherfuck a critic, I spit it like it was yucky It’s riddick, I’m Vin Diesel again after the weight loss That’s bound to happen when you never take a day off Plotting on the payback, you grovel for the pay off Let’s burn it to the ground and break north and stay gone Burn ‘em
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Watch the world blow up while I pour a slow cup of no fucks This is not a status update Rate me while they rape us of the resource Reports say we need more. Feed me, Seymour! While these fucking Eeyore’s carve a cause in their arm 5 alarms ‘til the 5 o'clock, give a new spot to a new thought And they rock a vote to a rocker quote This fucker’s out of hope on the outer ropes I need a smoke to choke that shit up out my head Meditate on media to feel the braindead Walkers learn to be talkers Send ‘em offers Tabloid and TV watchers (yuck) Police will shoot you dead and we will argue politics Like a tragedy deserves to learn the size of your dick Enough to make me sick, enough to scare an epidemic We are all hashtags and that’s just the beginning Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all You're only strong as your motherfuckin’ cause Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all You're only strong as your motherfuckin’ cause Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all You're only strong as your motherfuckin’ cause Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all Doesn’t matter what you saw, blood is splattered on the wall A seven nation army couldnt hold the water in the bucket Announcing Trump with trumpets Sippin’ tea and crumpets Motherfucking dick rubbing republicans On that click bait, tell me how that media dick taste While they dictate The lower class to copy paste on that Nazi hate Tell our women how they feel about rape Tell our babies that the climate’s A-OK That straight face needs a straight jacket So what’s crackin'? What’s the action to the tragic? Tell me what to be and when to give a good golly fuck Keep me looking left and right and never looking up Headlines making lines in my forehead Give me more dead Murder, murder, everything you read While they murder for the cause and hashtag the internet Dynamite to cigarettes and blow it all to pieces Preying on black lives...to white Jesus Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all You're only strong as your motherfuckin’ cause Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all You're only strong as your motherfuckin’ cause Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all You're only strong as your motherfuckin’ cause Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all Doesn’t matter what you saw, blood is splattered on the wall
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(Del the Funky Homosapien) Yo, it’s Sir Diesel the Funk Pimp Mr. Figure found the enigma and tossed me a compass (here) Good catch. This cat don’t catch hood rats But I give ‘em game on how they should act Now the dog that chases his own tail would be dizzy They can miss me with the generalizing About women ‘cause I’m insulted You saying my momma’s a bitch? I'll slap you, you ho Fools be thinking they're smart Thinking their personal experience covers the charts And got the nerve to call someone a “mangina” When you're the biggest pussy out here that I can find around Lie down This is a jack move, don’t try and act cool I’m fixin’ to slap you. You know you a bitch. Don’t ask if that’s true Perfect example of what crack do (Cas One) Lone gunner wolf-man, put ‘em to the ceiling We in the building like cough up all of your feelings On some million-to-one, I play the odd to get even And even if we even out, I grab my balls and I’m leaving See me weaving through the crowd with a finger to the sky Got my motherfuckin’ third eye playing rap suicide Bullets in the cranium, spit is on uranium Splitting all these atoms, take a bite up out this apple Get up out my face and get your feet to a jog And if you think we owe you shit? Motherfucker, hell naw Get on up and out and don’t expect no applause And if you think we're playing motherfucker, well, hell naw Brought some friends along to put a boot to your jaw And we can head bang like a chick with a bob Dobalina pop popping up on your radar Put a black hole in your motherfucking quasar (Carnage) A few things everybody should know when you encounter me I'm louder & no shrouder of my power to devour each Ours towers a sour browser doubter 'til the flower flees Pound a beat, leave it sound asleep with a flow from outer reaches Now ya' speechless when you see what your cash can do But you need to have a concept in mind if I'm gonna collab with you Some hate this culture, but I change attitudes, make the planet move Travelled through longi-latitudes & you tryin’ to battle who?! What the current fad is, I'm never interested Been called the best in every city I've ever visited Vocal control is noted see it when I'm standin' next to them Owning your soul's the bonus even if I plan to let you win Render a trail of dead rhymers with my approach, it hurts Often called the headliner even when I'm the opener If it isn't the KRS the only ‘One’ be Cas Go Figure THIS Homosapien you're not as Funky as
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(Cas One) So I’m standing side stage all cool in the place Arms interlaced with the fam’s embrace When this punk emcee tried to step to my face On some cypher shit I’m catching my breath, I said the stage I just left And I need a few secs just to wipe off my sweat and relax for a bit I been on the road and it's taken its toll So I gotta decline. But respect to you, holmes Gave him some dap then I made a few laps Before I made it outside to smoke a cig and relax This fool came back wearing a backpack Sparking some shit about how I can't rap A matter of fact, take a few steps back You can get your face smacked for talking like that before you react, you better break yourself ‘Cause I stacked this deck before your hand got dealt I should just warn you. (Sean Little) See I waited around just to gave him a pound I'm finna run them jewels then I'm taking his crown I got my mind on his money 'cause he's making it now Finna have his spine on dunny, how i'm breaking it down I emcee, see him? Jake is a clown CM like a circus master and glad I could make it to town Strange that he's famous somehow Circumvent the circus tent say it plain and profound This must be the sideshow. I'm the litmus, you are liable If it's just us, quiet bro. Listen up let ya pride go Don't crispen a suicide note, we can walk on the beach Talk on the street. As long as you offering peace Oh, I see you mad 'cause I'm styling on you See ya’ family and ya’ fan and ya’ granny and ya’ man Instagramming on the cam and they smiling on you But 911 is what they dialing on you, so ... (Cas): It's two thousand-whatever and you're acting brand new You supposed to spit me a verse and I add you to the crew? (Sean): Man I hear what you're saying. I'm saying it's true But what happen with the rapping. I was paying my dues (Cas): Oh you're paying them dues just by spittin some bars Think you got it like that and this grind ain't hard? (Sean):Grinding? You talking malice and push Or driving around towns with your albums and goods (Cas): I'm talking no sleep and dirty laundry, chasing dragons Bad promoters, shitty food, and you bragging (Sean) Bragging? You slacking. I'm just stating the truth I keeps it 1000, wow. Go and make your move (Cas): Man I make my moves when I'm making my moves I leave the fights to children who got shit to prove (Sean): Fighting? Pshhh. What you mean, throw hands? No sir, no ma'am, I make this chopper go hammmm
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Razorblade Mark was a mark ass bitch Like, pardon my french, but listen to this Razorblade Mark was a punk rock kid Who carried a razor but never used the shit Everybody knew it but they humored that boy ‘Cause he had a bad temper that filled his void So they added “Razor Blade” to his God-given name That made him feel cool and changed a few things Razorblade Mark was a phoney little ginger And bought all his records at the Urban Outfitter Cussed in front of kids and had bad hygiene He thought those things made him king of the scene Everybody hates ol’ Razorblade Mark Cause Razorblade Mark ain’t got no heart He got no money and he talks too loud And he lives in every goddamn city and town Uh oh, Mark’s talking about suicide again Brags about addiction and all the drugs he did Got a few kids but he never brags about them Got an anchor tattoo that says “Sink or Swim” Never cleans his fingernails and still smokes cloves Hits his girlfriends and doesn’t go to shows Thinks he knows politics so he online trolls And misspells words in Hitler quotes Yeah, Razorblade Mark says racial slurs Got his ass beat for it. Said, “It’s just a word!” Punk ass herb got some goddamn nerve You know he got a dollar but he ask to borrow yours Yeah, Razorblade Mark never had no strategy Eats shitty food and say he got a gluten allergy Says it ain’t cold in the middle of December Starts smoking weed says he’s moving to Denver Everybody hates ol’ Razorblade Mark Cause Razorblade Mark ain’t got no heart He got no money and he talks too loud And he lives in every goddamn city and town Razorblade Mark made a name on the street People strayed away when they saw him on the beat Well, not outta fear but mostly annoyance Boy is flamboyant on a self-center voyage He never got shit but he blames it on you ‘Cause Razorblade Mark did the best he could do And the best he could do was messing up your day Don’t ever be like Mark and you'll be A-OK
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(Cas One) The gimme gimmes get it free, give it up Gimme gimme what I want, uh! Uh! Got a heart like a shark and a pose like a snake And I’m a show these goddamn fangs Put your hand down for the hand outs, I’m a lone wolf Leather jacket switch blade holding on a notebook, Matchstick in his teeth You gon’ fuck around with me and get your name whited out I got my aim right now, you in my lane right now And I’m a smack that motherfucking hand down I don’t owe nobody nada, baby not a maybe Not pay me Tuesday for a hamburger today Okay, okay, I walked a lot of miles for the little I got In the middle of nothing so I earned it a lot Namaste nah namaste the fuck up on my box And moonwalk playing hop scotch off a bridge Shit, I did it all by my lonely And you can’t get a goddamn thing, homie Call me on the phone and I iggy-ignore, Like bobweadababyitzaboy, Everybody want a dollar for a dime Put their hand in the cookie jar looking for a piggy bank Figgity-fake motherfuckers on some shake and bake Get their lane flipped over and burst in flames Bang bang, junior, on your nuisance shit, Want a verse? Gimme a G and your influences I don’t give a fuck about hardly anything And the last on the list is your feelings Second to last is your stupid rap name Fuck the bullshit and fuck the games Made my way around this map on my own name And a punk like you won’t never do the same That’s madness (Bitter Stephens) Up jump the boogie rookie, you ain't lookin hard enough Bluffin over lines like steppin on a landmine Box cutter, Bitter came to slice a brother Type to break ya windpipe while Skyping ya’ mother Motherfucker, I'm starin’ at actors. You starin’ at rappers That never have to practice The mathematical probability of a victory is really Some of the silliest shit that you done said to me I D.A.R.E. to keep kids off rap Can't even fuck with my city ‘cause these spittas is so wack, yeah I see you out there Instagram ballin’ Never at the bar on stage goin’ all in Where you at though? I heard him snap though “I don't fuck with Bitter Stephens, he's an asshole He like to hang with Cas One, cracking mad jokes Like they God’s gift to rap and they ain't that dope” Danger, danger, ready to blow the block up Figure, just gimme a beat and we gon’ mop it up From the very tip-top of the boombox We set shop and then stop those who throw rocks It’s utter madness, the gravel pit battler The way I saddle up, then pillage, rape, and ravage ya’ Holy roller flowin’ over the coldest bowl of frozen Ebola Sick with them shivers, told you, oh You talk a good game telling white lies Fuckin’ yellow in life and spittin black lines But get it right because that don't go ‘round here Motherfuck a record label, goin’ gold this year You don't want that beef, I can see you too passive I cut the fat out just like Ghost did Action You come at us? Ain’t no chance in the world ‘Cause you get R.I.P.’ed like you was Bobby Brown's girl That's madness
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Time's Out 03:54
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(Cas One) I am a time bomb wired to a brain. Throat cut choking on the sound of my name No pain, no gain of income. Wow Echoes in this house got them lights turned out Words on the paper gave the skeletons mouths And they're screaming through this motherfucking closet now “What do you want to be when you give up?” A grown up...hoping that they like my old stuff Cinema for too many feelings and dealing with over filling my cup Half-full drinking down the poison Voyage of a hollow man living to his echoes They don’t let me sleep so I won’t ever let go So I deflate to inflate, no break to heart beat Grit teeth like concrete, but I can't breathe These are bullets to the temple built in the middle Or brittle landscapes but I guess I’m gonna have to die some way I’m like a time bomb ticking You’re like a time bomb ticking We’re like a time bomb ticking The writing’s on the wall and the Krylon’s dripping (Sage Francis) There's a secret room in this house that we reserve just for ways out A lyin’s den. And I don't hide my head inside no snake's mouth I pull the fangs out. In an emergency. Take the safe route then blank out during the surgery The Surgeon General's warning me with tellings signals and caution signs Setting off bells and whistles when I cross the line Now it's a regular discotheque No insurance keeps my medical shit low tech I paid a boatload of taxes. In fact, more than my fair share This ship will sink before I benefit from Medicare Gotta donate the blood you squeeze from every penny saved Either my eyes are going I've seen better days Now Eddie Vedder plays on the mixtape she made me “Can't Find a Better Man.” That's my jam. Thank you, baby I take a hint like a kick to the teeth or groin ‘Til I’m left with just a fig leaf for the loins But these flags light up the room quite nicely! And they're keeping us warm to boot. Fuel is pricey Dudes is dicey with their crapshoot contaminants Then they price hike organic shit. Or, as our grandparents call it, “food” That's it. Just “fooooood” Now how’s about now you take a listen to us for once? Fuck youuuu You can bend and break the laws while you twist up the facts You can fist-fuck the ass off democracy and get back what you gave In the name of charity as a tax return But we ain't got tit to trade for tat, so the flags still burn Now you know what was real, what was snuck into the deal What’ll suck once it's your turn to get plucked up from the field Some man's undoing will surely come to pass 'Cause a blood transfusion did him dirty in the past Not me, I had to flee from the cast iron cage Calm down and Take it Easy with your Mad Lion ways I’m like a time bomb ticking You’re like a time bomb ticking We’re like a time bomb ticking The writing’s on the wall and the Krylon’s dripping
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Get off my back, get in my lap Get on my level, level out the playing field Get off that donkey, give a thoroughbred the reins Can’t pay them dues with Kickstarter campaigns Eye of the liger setting fire to the drawbridge The world is full of snakes so I’m just doin my shit Bite the brick, fuck the cops and the government I’m on a surfboard, ride my wave to the mothership Independently Indiana and Strange Famous to my Momma and the heads up in my city Busy with Figgy so you can miss me with an offer We drink a hundred beers and kick it with some monsters Could’ve went to Oxford, settled for your aux cord Good Lord riding piggyback in a Orc Horde Take your whole family like a fuckin' four door And eat your crew like an hors d'oeuvre Get on up and out my way, I been done shut the stage down The king came back to take his crown and take em all out They raise their hands to raise the roof, I raise the rent Get ‘em live, get ‘em bent, get ‘em up on my shit I am the one son of a gun, son of the sun Some of the sum, like half of Figure, most of the one Live wire come back from the dead Swimming with the sharks that got frickin’ lasers on their head Dunk tank clown got his aim on the town So I can ride a tank around and paint that smile into frown See, everybody’s crooks but they'll never take my castle Get up off my lawn and kiss the center of my asshole La la lasso gripping adam’s apple Bust a kickflip and slam dunk a flipping rap song Before I put my pants on I piss greatness overload Over cloak sneak up and overthrow the whole show Yolo. Eat a handful or rolos and flows You know how motherfucking hard that is, bro? You prolly don’t you prolly won’t ‘cause I won’t ever let you I stay chasing greatness, it won’t never catch you
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Running from nothing with a stomach disgusted So I gotta discuss it with the devil in my head Yes, I’ll beat it to death while I’m burning bridges Feel the earth start to shift, I feel the urge to dismiss What’s the purpose of this, like I aint earning this shit? I feel it’s breaking my ribs while I’m breaking my back I want the time all back, I want some grace and relax Feel there ain’t none of that, I feel it only gets harder Feel like I’m fucking it up, I miss my son and my daughter They miss the other type of father, doesn’t run so much farther Wanna be so much larger, wanna feel like I’m smaller So I’m pulling my collar, tugging back at my life Staring back at my wife while she tells me dream I feel the air of my screams, how arrogant it all seems When the hair of this beast makes me feel like the me I said i wanted to be when I would never stop running When it all falls apart, we gonna pick it back up I’m never giving it up, grew where the energy was Run running out the clock while I’m running out my mind Hook, line, and sinker, keep the boots on the line Feet never stop but the heads gonna drop Whether I like it or not I bleed the blood so hot I’m never eating my words and never flying the coop I got an anchor on my neck, I wear this bitch like a noose Man, what the fuck you gon’ do, try and stop the pursuit? I been running for years and never been where you aren’t So I leave it all behind while it all falls apart I found some art in the dark, I found some peace in the rain Found my season in my brain and found a way to restrain Wanted to kill all my pain, wanted a bullet to drain Some suicide to coincide with divorce and disdain Yeah, I’ll never stop running from the ghosts and the ghouls And use the hurt that’s in my heart to spark the fire with fuel I am nobody’s fool, there’s a god in my chest I will never be less so give my skeletons keys While I walk ‘em out the closet just to run with the breeze ‘Cause when it all falls apart, we gonna pick it back up I’m never giving it up, grew where the energy was Run running out the clock while I’m running out my mind Hook, line, and sinker, keep the boots on the line
13.
Give another round to the out of towner Whiskey sours on fifty hours of no sleep Beat the streets with long walks on short leashes With a heart full of leeches and an arm length from Jesus The devils, and demons, and Jacob This garden’s for aphids and their martyr like patience While it wears thin and shapeshifts To destroy my old statements When life is a basement and time is a vagrant I’m six feet complacent and leaving it waiting See, I’m in my head more than I’m outside Feeling I might capsize on my down time and drown In my drinks So the owl does not sleep, the dreams they do fade A pitch black parade while the world is on fire And i ain’t inspired, no I ain’t inspired There’s always skulls in the dollar signs of a fucking liar When they take the hearts and shape their empires But that’s how it goes And i guess I’m jaded to it The devils, and demons, and Jacob Watching numbers became cathartic when art didn’t This shit’s all make believe but that don’t make it any different These pins and needles demons and see through peoples Feeling like the world’s evil when it ain’t really though Just empty souls spill their feelings easier ya’ know I don’t live by a code but I do have my passwords We waltz to the patchwork and spin it all backwards So the threads are all bare while the heart’s on our sleeve No blankets, no covers, no white out Fight it out and wear bruises like bullet wounds Bending spoons ain’t no new news but it’s all what they’re used to It’s sugar for the medicine Shoot the messages like messengers with bad news Move the messenger to give messages on ouija boards Speak swords and cut throats like you meant to But the ink is still poison so it comes back to get you And I guess that’s the same And i guess I’m jaded
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Pleurisy 03:16
Hello depression, hello obsession This decrepit friendship Put the x's on lips Every syllable missed Every twist in the mix Made me wonder who I am when I already knew This alignment of blues made the violence confused How the violins played out like slitting my wrists Up the block, not across the street, to the picket fence Where the kids sit and wish for holes patched in their ships Friendships get missed when the fabric gets ripped That's a tactic that sits in the attic of witch, Smell the Liquor and vomit when she's blowing a kiss, Cause she's cloaking her dents and not owning that shit, That's why flowers exist and they wilt without water, Skinny love gets thinner in a system of honor, Antagonised the offer the fatherless daughter, Can't see without her eyes closed inside of her monster You know that though Those old back roads Don't go back home So you sold that soul When you rowed that boat Yeah, stay afloat With them lungs all water soaked And you are too. I hope regret never finds you I hope you’re happy, and the happiness guides you ‘Cause opposites attract to the opposite spectrum Mirrors on mirrors, and the mirrors that reflect them There's toxins in the oxygen lost within the options when You opted for the obvious friend I used to be him, I held that shit for ransom When handsome doesn't make love feel like no anthem And whispers get mixtures that carry tomahawks That swing for the bleachers when they cut a level head I want a conversation but instead I feel death I hope you talk me off the ledge so I don't jump into bed You know that though Those old back roads Don't go back home So you sold that soul When you rowed that boat Yeah, stay afloat With them lungs all water soaked The hate all left I never thought that it would The hurt never did but I never thought that it could She put the misses in understood and used it like firewood, And burnt our house down when she walked away for good, I don't know if that's evil I just know that she's not, Dark spots on heart knots that turned into nooses, and When the only person you can love ran out of uses. You wanna shut the lights out and turn off the music.
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Back Home 01:53
Two jobs and two kids, barely making rent Feed addictions and vanity like dollars make cents Rinse sins from the mirrored lens of the appraiser Who needs a savior when the anger takes me from the danger What do you wager that the payer of the way the morals layer? Hate me in due time for a hand in the design Animals in the mind animate a flatline To bounce a few times and pounce on top of the climb It’s all in your mind little phoenix, I wanna make you fly Find the I in their eyes and set ‘em on fire to blind All the lying and lines that put a bind to your ties Everybody’s little sometimes, it’s what’s in them that decides Cinema in a mind playing it all to grand design Hand-to-God living it hand-to-mouth pantomimed Sand in my eyes looking back at a timeline analyzed By everyone that stands in my shoes in my line The fire. Why are we looking for hire When the blood, and iron, the sweat, and tears disappears in our years And veers us off course, of course we got a little remorse Screaming ‘til my voice is hoarse Looking for the shore of a surefire way of making it back home Lone in alone world of bones prone to making my own way, okay I want a halo I can wear on first impressions Teach lessons to those that make houses from second guesses Little steps into little effort, lets have little talk A little walk off steep cliffs and long thoughts It doesn’t take much. It takes everything that you got Like it or not it’s like that a lot, so eat while it’s hot Am I God or finding odds that eat the thoughts that eat my head? I guess I’ll never understand

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Known individually throughout indie-rap circles and the EDM world, long-time collaborators Cas One and Figure have made their artistic union official with their signing to Strange Famous Records under the moniker “CAS ONE Vs. FIGURE.” Their first full-length group album, “SO OUR EGOS DON’T KILL US”, dropped April 21, 2017.

These monsters of the Midwest scene hail from Evansville, Indiana, USA – not the first place on the map that leaps to mind when considering incubators for cutting-edge compositions in their respective genres, but both have managed to build cult-like followings for their individual endeavors. Cas is best known for his stellar 2013 solo LP “The Monster & The Wishing Well”, and respected by contemporaries and fans alike for his passionate performances.

In the DJ realm, Figure has built a devoted following worldwide with his signature brand of bass-heavy beats, touring the festival circuit and drawing enormous crowds that bridge the EDM and hip-hop communities. “So Our Egos Don’t Kill Us” is the masterful result of their meshed talents, melding their starkly individual styles into a complimentary blend of dense, high energy beats and bold, thoughtful wordplay.

On the first single, “Staying Gold”, Cas portrays Ponyboy Curtis of The Outsiders as one of the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse, while songs like "The Devil & Jacob Snider” feature soulful horn bursts piercing an atmosphere of sullen, smoky confessions. It’s an impressive juggling act between the somber and absurd, played out against a sonic landscape painted by a steady yet impressively inventive hand.

Cas One Vs. Figure are joined by a cadre of indie rap all-stars on their debut outing, including appearances by Sage Francis, B. Dolan, P.O.S., Del The Funky Homosapien, and many more.

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