CHURCH

by Passalacqua

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produced by SYBLYNG (Jax + Seth Anderson)

recorded by Eddie Logix @ The Viper Room
and Seth Anderson @ Enchanted Ginger Studios

mixed by Chris Koltay @ High Bias Recordings (Detroit, MI)

mastered by Nate Anderson

album cover: Ernest Miller / @killinitmostly

artwork: Nathan Bortz / nbortz.com

passalacquamusic.com | syblyng.com

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released 19 August 2014

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Track Name: The Baptism
saddled up, up roaming among ashes
ravenous, these ones that are left are savage
ravaging remains 'til there's nothing left to salvage
eyes gone flat black, heart's grown callous
and here i am, trying to keep my composure
wise enough to never call myself a soldier
victim of happenstance, nervous wreck, ambulance
ain't gonna come around anytime soon
and i'm riding like a man possessed
only because i don't see another way
boy i sure do hope that all this pounding on my chest wasn't done in vain
at the peak of my distress,
but my eyes stay open 'cause them wicked don't rest
at the peak of my distress,
but my eyes stay open, 'cause them wicked don't rest

can you feel my body shaking, like my last breath taken?
this world's my drug - this world's my drug
can you feel the earth quaking, like my burdens breaking
this world's my drug, and i can't get enough

in the old world, they asked me who i wanted to be
in the new world, i want to be the God MC
wanna bring it on back to the basics
speak while the bass kicks
so they can hear the God in me
born in the genesis new chapter
revelations come and gone
what you do after
run and see that pastor
member of that clergy
wrangle up the children
wake 'em up early
wade in the water
let the passion through
you just be a witness
we just passin’ thru
and we rap in two
and we rappin’ too
from the native lands to the capital
original mystic, evangelist going ballistic
words put the man on a mission
gain some attention
speaking truth, telling these lies
but it all started out from a vision...

can you feel my body shaking, like my last breath taken?
this world's my drug - this world's my drug
can you feel the earth quaking, like my burdens breaking
this world's my drug, and i can't get enough
Track Name: POWER
i've been waiting for some time
patiently off to the side
letting so-and-so get their shine and move along
for me, it made sense to abide
to the unspoken, besides
i'm an understanding guy, but don't get me wrong:
i've seen plenty that decide they simply cannot survive
without a bit of the limelight, the shit gets old
can't comprehend it's finite
and though it's been a bitchin' ride
i say it's in their best interest to just get off
while they fit the mold
it'll get to the point where the mold'll shift
and they just can't grip that thought
we go for broke - won't see us being sold or bought
nuh uh
ain't no motherfxxker
with a chip on their shoulder gonna
stop what i put into motion, oh no no, it's mine now

when you do good
people will accuse you of having ulterior motives
green on the inside like fried okra
sly joker, no i-
don’t trespass on private property
i just get the game like the poacher
king cobra to you chickens in a box
lay your eggs
then look over your picket fence and watch
a behemoth of a man
you test dummy
i test genius, understand
you hard headed, then I beat it in yo’ head
and i beat it till it’s red
bustin’ up yo’ thick skull
it hit for nuthin’
but to a glutton
give me something just to shoot off on an impulse
i been told i’m in-co-herent
when i speak amongst the parish
hear the power in my larynx
Track Name: Credit Card
f21 clique

i go hard with my credit card

first off, buy a little something for yourself
whatever gets you feeling fuzzy and tickles your toes crooked
let us toast to this rectangular wonder
i love it, the blood is pumpin'
god bless it, and keep it comin'
hispanic hispanic panic , hispanic hispanic panic
waves in my hair
hispanic hispanic panic, hispanic, hispanic panic
my card in the air

i go hard with my credit card

watch my money grow
fdic approved
house money play money money
when i am in the mood
don’t follow money rules
follow me, money moves
my foot action passionate
red & white i got bloody shoes
this the board of the federal reserve
no paper no filter
gimme dem edible herbs
go hard with the plastic
i'm elastic
stretching out the years of my life when I swipe
-hello?-
hispanic hispanic panic , hispanic hispanic panic
waves in my hair
hispanic hispanic panic, hispanic, hispanic panic
my card in the air

i go hard with my credit card

f21 clique - lead gangster
head master, zones faster
than any other 19th year mother
recruiting all the redheads
Track Name: Stray Dogs
let me get it now
let me get anything that you got
'cause, uh, this old beast is running low on chow
and for too long now i've been licking my chops
WHUTTUP
i'm getting restless, baby,
and the clock don't quit for a ghoul like thee
this could go one of two ways
just know that you don't want to see me mean

woke up somewhere foreign
must’ve missed something important
oh i know
no i don’t
so we chase and chase and chase and chase and
coast, coast
roam the streets with soiled sheets like ghosts, ghosts
pharaoh/feral minds
no reason rhyme
just go
bodies all scarred cause we party too hard

i only know one speed, so forego
assumptions of the kid unless you want lightning bolts in your torso
well behaved until you try to belittle
but little did it dawn on you that we're gonna go to town
and we're gungho now
freaks come out when the sun comes down
and we're rolling in packs
falling into rings of fire and we'll never look back

woke up somewhere foreign
must’ve missed something important
oh i know
no i don’t
so we chase and chase and chase and chase and
coast, coast
roam the streets with soiled sheets like ghosts, ghosts
pharaoh/feral minds
no reason rhyme
just go
bodies all scarred cause we party too hard

someday, we will find our own way
but someday just might be too late…
Track Name: Daniel
late nights, blood rush
drink heavy, smoke hard, love much
hold my head up to the sky
shades keep the sun out of my eyes
fallin' over, searching for
something less
something more
in a hurry, make it last
hit the brakes before i crash

it was the day that daniel died.

up early, up again
for a job that don't have an end
it's never right, but nevermind
let it slide: pay your bills, keep quiet
put here for something
sure wasn't this
should call it quits - son of a bitch
losing will, losing sight
it's never real, it's never right

it was the day that daniel died.

keep me in your thoughts, and keep me in your prayers
i'm going off the deep.
i hope to see you there.
Track Name: Liquor Store
brother sam said
he want all the brown heads
to be more in tune with
what they be consumin'
but it be the clown heads
sellin' to brown heads
paper in brown bags
some sort of collusion
in all the confusion
there are no puritans
to cure the men
sweet souls surrender
the brown heads inhale
and drown here
better stay from 'round here
that's what brother sam said

i went on down to the liquor store
to hear myself something honest
i went on down to the liquor store
to hear myself the greatest prophets/profits
the sell of booze and cheap cocaine
was something i tried not to notice
i believe the wise words they'd say
sometimes people change

brother sam said
he want all the clown heads
to be more concerned with
a bigger purpose
but it be the brown heads
buyin' from clown heads
paint the whole town red
some sort of circus
underneath the surface
there are no puritans
to cure the men
sweet souls surrender
the clown heads in hell
are bound here
better stay from 'round here
that's what Brother Sam said

i went on down to the liquor store
to hear myself something honest
i went on down to the liquor store
to hear myself the greatest prophets/profits
the sell of booze and cheap cocaine
was something i tried not to notice
i believe the wise words they'd say
sometimes people change

i'm getting dumb to it,
numb to it, stumbling heavily
i'm fumbling, crumbling,
never can i let it be
this struggle and suffering, under such a siege
medicine man no longer sell the stuff to me
i gotta undo it, undo it, brother come down
fun it once was, now it's none nohow
the sour and the sweet
black tooth, yellow teeth
gonna break all the bottles that i see, 'cause i feel that..

some day we'll reach the point of no return
some day we'll know
truth comes in the simplest words...
Track Name: Eagles Fly
muck mire, muck mire, muck muck mire
raw to the bone and i'm all out of fucks to give, baby boy
hit 'em with a little bit more than i thought, than they thought
but i fought for the chance to keep the sludge pumping and
- bong bong -
here
swamp thing in your ears
waiting for the zombie apocalypse
we're just spittin raps that our friends'll really like
they stay right by our sides
eyes wide from the fireballs that fly
we are diamonds in the sky
HIGH!
peep the synergy
the new system runs off love and cheap energy
pour expensive oil on that girl and watch the chemistry
XY femininity
as one we're an entity
holy ghost, power, Mother Waddles makes the trinity

muck mire, muck mire, muck muck mire
muck mire, muck mire, muck muck mire
i am ooze, who do you voodoo?
me and my crew go
canadian bacon, dilating your people's pupils
that's how we do
snake fingers enabled
got that venom
Jake Roberts tilting the tables
Vader bombing you a-holes
going, top, rope, mother, fxxk, you
s.o.b., yessiree, that is how we do
untangle that knot
pop-lock on the floor till it hurts
till you can't no mo'
busy b crash drums
base-head listen here
an old head said be a myth shake it up
come bust!
shoot up the club, what?
you grew up in some suburb, what?
probably why I'm so disturbed, what?
probably why I'm so diverse, oh
critical mass go
they love it when you rap really fast
but you ain't saying nothing
but you got em' all gassed tho'
the boys going places
passport
eagles fly out