Freshly Diced

Peculiar Rasterised

Lady On Way

To the late Eve, none of this is make-believe
I breathe some of the most powerful lyrics of our century
Battle physically, conquer mentally
Essentially, you’re dealing with a Mecca affair
So anywhere you wanna go y’know, I’ll take you there


Cold World

Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world “GZA”

It’s a cold world we live in. Freeze in, believe in, spread disease in, kill in, laugh in, cry in, love in, our souls are dyin, souls turned ice blue cryin. Tears crawling down the skin. Empty as the persona tin man living in a fake wonderland. Slavin, doin flips, hand stands.  The freeze tastes bitter, eyes sealed, frozen, lost the feeling in my mouth, barely a single chatter. It’s a cold world we sin in.


Lost and unstable, demented mentality, 404 errors, definitive fable. Last horse in the race, last to move out the gates. Stuck in subliminal crime state, learned to depart from desolate times. Still alive, aware of the devil’s live bait. Running, being whipped into a bitches mate, nails hammered into the hoofs, encrypted tears, pain, a diminishing heart rate. The worth of a mans pay date, the spectacular gamble is just another payday. A painted flat white line waiting for deaths cross of fate.