EleNtine

by Carl Kavorkian

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released December 23, 2016

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Track Name: ThangCue
- you got some bite with that bark but you've got no teeth
- swim for you life from the sharks but you spot no reef
- get gripped up by the undertow, get crushed under toes
- compressed to a pulp throughout your thrusts and your throes
- blow down your bungalow, let the breeze flow like a gazebo
- squeeze with all your might, keeping it tight as a pee hole
- hiding on easter island, disappear just like the mayans
- with eyes full of knots while i'm trying to tie up my ends
- supply and demand hand to hand or out a van
- trying to expand, make a stand, blow out a brand
- branding a standard expansion, advancing on pawns
- check mate is drawn, dancing with demon spawns
- and all hope is gone, think long be calm
- and smack your mom with an open palm
- back to three months before you was born
- distorting the norm with unfortunate form


- to those that ever shouted me, and those that never doubted me
- showed that they'd allow me speech, and chose to get it out of me
- and i'm feeling fine
- to those that never shouted me and those that ever doubted me
- i woke the monster sound asleep, and chose to let it out of me
- and i'm feeling fine

- welcome to the gathering, where the crabs that stink
- trying to pull you in the darkness of the barrel when you're at the brink
- on a chain with a kink, latched with a lock
- kept at bay stashed away encaged like human livestock
- wanna ride when i rock, so i put my cock back inside my pants
- too cold to get stole, too advanced to get jammed
- don't play like a troll, you know the fuck who i am
- the underdog on the undercard considered underground
- underestimate who you are, don't understand what you're about
- every obstacle's a bout, trained with precise technique
- both shadow boxing and sparring simultaneously
- an amazing feat, not for the faint of heart
- so stay in your seat, you're not ready for this part
- unprepared from the start, not a bearer of the mark
- at the bottom of the chart, being tracked in the dark, getting swallowed by sharks

- to those that ever shouted me, and those that never doubted me
- showed that they'd allow me speech, and chose to get it out of me
- and i'm feeling fine
- to those that never shouted me and those that ever doubted me
- i woke the monster sound asleep, and chose to let it out of me
- and i'm feeling fine
Track Name: AlterNatives
- alone in a new world, where i don't wanna live
- a big bag of fucks, but i don't got one to give
- cats can't even stand on their own two
- looking for handouts like my name is vishnu
- rather party all the time while they look to get shine
- chicks wait for opened doors trying to sip on good wine
- prefer to be twerking than put the work in
- acting cool cucumbers till they end up in a gherkin
- living a life that's impractical
- but who am i judge, but the shit is still laughable
- your head of gas is full
- blowing hot air to extinguish the match attached to you
- real stakes in the fakes, true zoning of the phony
- where fools call me homie and they don't even know me
- surfing on coattails, jumping off boat trails
- hydroplane where it rains in the wake of a known sale

- back to the basics
- relaxed in a spaceship
- draft when the bass hits
- smashing of faces
- alternatives

- this is the part where the dapping would be
- but some of y'all cats is just yapping to me
- lacking the c-reativity
- aimless drive, spending time frivolously
- i dare defy the truth, wrapped in quotes
- instilled in as a youth, to stay away from dopes
- raised on a moral grounding of
- to get where you want, you're gonna have to bust your butt
- others skating by whose idea of determination
- is to take it, duplicate it then fake it till you make it
- then watch the androids assemble
- in a line to get assembled, programmed one dimensional
- with no potential to think free,
- take things for face value, easy to make believe
- Jonesing for James on stage with his 808
- 909 ice cubes for the flavor aid

- back to the basics
- relaxed in a spaceship
- draft when the bass hits
- smashing of faces
- alternatives
Track Name: WhoreMoans
- pleasure (for the feels), pain (one more time), sedation (cope method for the shit in our lives)
- youth (fresh till death), power (monetize), complacence (can't explain, fill the lane, head up high

- claw your way to the headboard
- trying to head for the hills when receiving this flesh sword
- watching it plummet till you feel it in your stomach
- face wincing in pain but you're telling me that you love it
- and as i pin your ankles to your wrists
- to the sheets, thru the spread, down to the mattress
- a minor spotting to the blanket
- etched in your mind forever, in your top 5 ranking
- the knight in shining armor that you thought was sent to save you
- brought the beast out of you and had no choice but to slay you
- if you wanna be slapped, i'll do it
- my main aim is to please, if i gotta bathe you in fluids
- banging off the walls of the hall, wet washed,
- leading back to the door that started it all
- so knock knock, i've got a cock rocked
- that's gonna bang it's head, until it pops shot
- some take it to the face. some take it on the waist
- some take it with disgrace, and some take it with no chase
- i'll scann(h)er darkly, get her dressed starkly
- then pull out a piece of dark meat
- thump 'n bump without charles barkley
- i'll push you down like rick mahorn but mean it romantically
- so don't be mad at me
- because of those 10 to 15 seconds when i lose touch with reality
- and let the children cum out of me, unveil
- and turn your happy trail into the path of a snail
- a little reverse psychology, some archaeology
- to dig through your biology
- reaching to alpha point of masculinity
- inject sin in me, and i'll just feel infinity
- tie you to a train track and run up in you bareback
- underneath a jim hat, because - whoa, i don't play that
- and as you twitch, the pitch of your voice so crisp
- cracks with the shifting of limbs
- speaking the name of who stakes this claim
- at the height of pipe being laid, trying to make the goodness drain

- pleasure (for the feels), pain (one more time), sedation (cope method for the shit in our lives)
- youth (fresh till death), power (monetize), complacence (can't explain, fill the lane, head up high
Track Name: DeadBolt
Just nourishment for worms
Human roadkill
Rotting on the shoulder of a road to nowhere
Each day I walk through is just tenderization for the scavengers
Licking lips for my succulence
Earth's fertilizer absorbing nutrients for the final distribution
A detaining deposit
A deafening logic
So much chaos, I can't even hear myself think
Voices in my head have fallen silent
But I can hear them snicker at my delusion
Silence. Silence. Silence.
Emancipation is not a choice
Proclaim existence but everyone is out of earshot
Falling trees in a forest of meditative silence
Pushing mute screams through eroded vocal chords
Just to choke on my own blood
A cry for pity on the pitiful
With a lifeline so critical
Thoughts of interrupting what was meant to be
Closing the door on consequence
And slamming it on optimism
Clasping the deadbolt and swallowing the key
Track Name: CogNation
- it's funny to catch but it's silly
- keep your distance to keep it willy nilly
- keeping it real to the point of is it really
- don't overstand though even still you feel me
- like a speculum in a rectum, a fist to the eye socket
- a knife thru the septum
- now the question should you accept some
- mediocre bullshit to get in line with the rest of them
- pump your fist like tiger woods one time for trap music
- now give me dap twice like it's the golden age
- i'll fold the page just so i can come back to it on a later date
- close the stage in a way to come back then play in another place
probably for another race
- but we all relate in some kinda way or shape from what we say or display

- there'll be no breaths on the clock

- the rick grimes of sick rhymes slashing thru dead weight like it
depended on his kids' lives
- with hid knives, drop a jewel in mid stride, rip right, then bid you
fools a good night
- feel the calm cool breeze on your face last evening vacat then
you're leaving the place
- seizing this state at a feasible pace, cause when you re-turn to
base all the beefs recreates
- running with the shadows since the daytime is safe
- summoning a A.I. cause the stray mind is sleep
- rummaging thru tapes accumulated as a teen
- when nothing was free, before we fucked with the leaf
- no buffering on thugged out comments we leave
- but still gathered around the contest to be supreme
- no filter reached hoping to god you don't breed
- smothered by a bunch of things we don't even need
- reality unfolding before us but no one sees
- a society bleeds of failure, who knows, maybe it was prepared for us

- there'll be no breaths on the clock
Track Name: PoorTense
- stick out your chest and let your heart scream
- and stand for something amongst a crumbling scene
- then let them dig thru the rubble
- a gem in the midst, shine thru for a huddle
- or better yet it’s just synthetics
- vetting with a rhetoric running on a razor’s edges
- and you snooze when you sleep
- pitted against monsters that be playing just for keeps
- some more heat from the coals
- and dig deep from a soul that’ll keep when it’s old
- and reap when it folds, it gets steep as it rolls
- but draw heat from the cold and see feats never known
- filled up to gills and still never trill
- mad enough to kill the switch that’ll feel
- life on the real, but tide waters still
- hogtied to a meal
- and you can bet your bottom lint ball
- once their hands are rinsed off, they’re licking lips to get y’all
- no conversation needed
- admiring the mask that you tricked out during treatment
- and silence was the season
- blind eye seeing, so you’re probably in agreeance
- another yea for the no’s
- every day it’s exposed, yet they’ve chose not to know

- some more of the same ol, same ol

- postured like a fetus
- balled up in a corner, Jack Hornered till they need us
- yeah, power comes in digits
- everybody knows but goes back to being cliquish
- and fucking with them pictures
- weekly snuff movies you can blame upon the victims
- deplorable will score them
- sit back watch them pour in, when you come up out your morals
- all's well that ain't well
- for all those that can't tell
- well, can't school a rabid human
- live and let die but won't see you at the viewing
- using haste when, escaping explanation
- basics of the statement, go bargain in your basement

- some more of the same ol, same ol
Track Name: SiegNull
- enter a world that's in the palm of a hand
- and i'll show you a planet where man thinks he's a brand
- come stand in line to witness a crime
- that'll cost you your spine for a 6 second vine
- trade in your soul, turn sheep in a knowle
- trying to reach for a goal from deep in a wormhole
- a snarkyleptic poised for some keyboard flexing
- login for a session of beef in a comment section
- trolling till the bridge collapse
- mission to ridge backs and scratch like pissed cats
- wishing processed thoughts were what came out mouths
- and the first to scream worldstar gets knocked the fuck out
- a little camera time got you about to bug now
- ladies strike a pose known as the bending butt crouch
- playback .shitty concert footage for friends
- and relive what you didn't live to begin with

- ghosts on machines. go away.
(go, go away. trending ghosts in machines.taking souls, souls from slaves. creating molds to repeat. hashtag.)

- dumb people with smart phones
- behind keyboards making reckless statements that aren't owned
- cramming your life into a facebook timeline
- intoxicating my feed with a fine whine
- seeking attention with a hunger so strong
- that your digestive system and spine have become one
- and i've had about as much as i can stomach
- your instagram pics are as dumbing as they are mind numbing
- the blurry pics of your kids are crummy
- your constant selfies are more annoying than stunning
- the power of your narcisism's only intensified
- when you split shots in your yoga pants 5 times
- cut your forehead off to fit those titties in
- overload on hashtags to attract more idiots
- to endure your insecure sentiments
- using online personas for a sense of acceptance

- ghosts on machines. go away.
(go, go away. trending ghosts in machines.taking souls, souls from slaves. creating molds to repeat. hashtag.)
Track Name: ReapEatDidley (featuring Omar Dangerfield of Lovey)
- I see you now, trying to pull a reach around
- the featured clown, throwing up to keep us down
- a creature found, bound and gagged won't peep a sound
- while evils scrounge leaving holes through breeding grounds
- who's eating? how? They want you where?
- have it ready when? Or what's the consequence?
- squint like you don't understand the language of natives
- creep back and stand in sands of a land that you made up
- infested with gators, infection creators
- protecting the data, that shows that they hate us
- too blatant to play up, but keep playing on Playa
- laid out on la playa, neck deep when they play ya
- just peep when they pay up how quick in fact they get it back
- but skidding flat, when put to task
- out come the slacks with they ties and they suits on
- all full of themselves, who's next to get puked on?

- reap what you sow
- eat what you say
- actions you show
- make me feel this way
- down down down down

- this pen, it's mightier than a sword
- that was jammed thru your ribcage and severed your spinal cord
- inclined to design in a violent manner
- combined with a grind until fluids splatter
- true blue with a banner, but fake with a statement
- suppress where the hate went, and expected to cave in
- addressed with a trained grin, it was all muscle memory
- pie scent with a faint hint not to believe what they telling me
- squeeze cheese out of bellamy, fill bellies with bologna meat
- can see that he's selling these with a settling tone he speaks
- in a home that creaks and cracks when it settles
- in a zone with the creeps and the crap that they peddle
- meadows of larks shitting lemons while they're trotting the globe
- spitting hard to their lemmings
- when the program stops, it's good to the last drop
- ping of masks, and the clothes of their mascots