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big empty things.

by Billy Pilgrim

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1.
the road 03:26
as I look across the bridge I see the reflection of light, Bright stars in the skies Guide me through dark nights. Living to survive, This life breeds caution And I feel the lost when Another man dies.. Nothing left to cry, Got my chest on empty. Fill it with the sun, So these suckas cant test me. Let me Go, where my father never made it No questions.. I can tell you where all my days went Struggle. All to build a path to the promise. I hear it in the wind, And I feel it on the earth Vibrates from the heart And Ive been honest since birth.. Almost to the point of contradiction Listen. The path I chose was never clear, Til it all made sense And I started believing in the reason im here.. Fearless? Cant say, Wont risk speaking on it.. Its gon b a long day! Hold it w knowing you cant keep Cuz the moment is now.. no sleep. And must warn others w, Conversations left Like ex lovers.. They leave it alone But aint no other. Its just my love for the art And im just playing my part, Like ive been saying from start And im not finished.. Can say it w a smile But its written in the grimace.. Delicious in its vintage. Drink it all down. The only ones who saw it coming? Were those who kept their ear to the ground So let it pound. The sound is magnificent Born from imprisonment. Little prince bangin his crown Against the bars, Til the people can hear him across town.. And found his end in the action, Stop asking. This is only a fraction.. Whats happening now? Is a beginning So im never worried how.. Im just happy that your listening! Chorus: Its time for me to leave home ma That’s that ma’am, There aint much left here to see For a black man.. One way ticket, No bags to pack. And blow a kiss to my city, Tell em I’ll be back!
2.
unsung: Molded in a pot where the dreams get hotter than steam from the flame met the water in the bottom and returned to the vessel where the first one crowded in and sank in his seat while the sky looked bright to him love him or leave him he's a crack shot pedaling cards with the mark of the fool and a skeleton the future wasn't brighter than flash in the brass pan teeth in the napkin scraps in the trashcan born in a shirt with the mark of the beat now I rock black hoodies with a cat on a leash static electricity born in my sleeves and I'm bored by this symphony I made in a dream lay down ear to the ground hear the heartbeat that's just where my mind goes we live in a time code If I don't make it home there ain't no one to build a shrine for I'm walking towards a sunset with visuals to die for billy pilgrim: searchin for something to inspire bird on a wire no desire for a perch my thirst, draws water like atmosphere from the earth for perfect circle return like the cycle for rebirth I drop fluid, flex minds like grey matter let the stress pass, till atoms scatter like rains pressed like memories up against your windowpane no shame, just simple and plain thats the riddle a ripple in time, tho he got his start in the middle struck thru the heart, til he stopped being civil what is a symbol when you cant see or say your reachin for the sky and never seek past the canopy is it vanity or apathy, blasphemy i take flight, defying laws of gravity avidly watchin the smoke trail absently and left impressions kept like a cavity cuz life is sweet shad ali: I think farther ahead, Slightly off, a few tools short of a shed, Enthralled my utensil bled, And bred a black hole manipulating dark matter, Spark chatter, What you stipulate does not matter, I make the rules, Kick back, slacked, and played the fool, Amidst the Riff Raff, Catch frauds with the BET tat, Sketch the set track in my head before I spit dat, Creative spaceship, Need a break like a chocolate wafer. Awkward grace in the posture placement, I shine my beacon all across the nation, A floor awaits him, If he dares to explore greatness, This my court, (3rd) eye ball deserve a Naismith I say that with some intrigue, Undrafted entering the league, Cause I do this shit with ease, Catch him to the breeze with the veggie leaves, Aesthetically, I got the stripes like a referee, Cause beauty and the beast, They fucked, and gave birth to me!!
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so it goes 04:44
Taildragger Searching for a sunset Overdone sleazy Light me up another cigarette Eazy Like the dawn on a Sunday Sleepily headed the wrong direction On a one way Greedily needy Completely sinking in my teeth A beast for feelings We kill em Just to keep em in reach So im speaking to the lost Cost affected for the moment Every message investeds a wash The second its spoken Movin on, thoughts Ominous w promise to exhaust No exceptions til im rejected By all who choose to get involved Tense Objections mention reality Corrected by the fucks I gave That resulted in casualty Stuck inna bag Not tryna come out Take another drag And grab me a stout Take another sip Wanna pass out But I see her on the floor So there aint no doubt Turn around get down Vibrate let it shake earthquake from the ground up turn the sound up cuz im tryna keep pace take my liquor straight no need for a chase bound to the bass and tied to the lights found by the bass high w the low lifes slo mo fa sho so hold on tight yolo til dawn cuz we goin all night and im gone on and on and on again feeling pretty good so I tell her bring a friend and they got friends so I let her bring em in and none of em got men so we’re ready to begin lets go! Chorus: And the clock will not reverse Tired of living fast And not tryna finish first Low brim stranger Overhangs w little grip He moves slow To avoid danger Don’t slip Shit Im slicker than most More than like got a spliff Even if im Bumming a smoke Close to the street To the point of waking up in it But only limited by the skies So he’s drifting Heavy lidded And admittedly lifted Grifting for minutes Off the day walkers And divvy rations for the night Before grabbing my chalice off the altar Its an overtime shift Looking like another evening Over the bend W/ no attention to the cliff Livin on the edge of a line I was just getting ready to sniff Bolo hit In the dojo lit like soho feelin like a polo fit, fly hobo giving shotguns like why, not picking up my friends from the sidewalk watch for the cops let me see a phone so I can call Pop the spots down the block we can go and get another shot (conversation) And the song don’t end Cause for applause Cuz we all goin in Put it on the table Like we all gon spend Or act like I did Cuz we all good friends Or act like I did Cuz we all good friends All on 10, no turn down Everything loud So they all coming out You all want to blend? Pass that bottle around Shit its all in fair trade Aint nobody too proud So let it all fade Til you lost in the crowd No one else getting in If they comin unannounced Was just sitting on a cloud Winning then the room Started to begin spinning When she brings another round Now we singing dirty old town But inna couple minutes They’ll b throwing in the towel w/ somebody calling foul and so it gets real tho you keep forgetting how wow tho you act like it aint your style take another bow make another vow but stand your ground when you stumble down the aisle looking for a number when you got no way to lay it down when its time to dial it back a notch the slow wind to reason before it all comes to a stop
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meanwhile.. 00:26
5.
the Hoëk 03:23
This face in a black light haze when the street light shades pulled tight to the window pane we froze from the rush and attack synth tone from the back room soup with a wax spoon - "Too soon." said the dead to the joke when he's framing the wheel when the bicycle spoke - Run with the pack get left in the back with a fang in your kneecap I'll laugh with a knee-slap - Jelly on the plate like a salisbury steak - Poisoned soy sauce pass the hoisin - Repeat say please say peace Fig Newton my soul in a cake or a roll bound to escape or at least make parole when I'm drowning in coffee you're reading your scroll - Ride on my Falcor with Calgary Flames logo on his matte white mustache grease - Funny how a guy tries Tae Kwon Doe just to get knuckle busted with his eyes wide closed - Plantain brand-name amscray lame brain - Butter in the briefcase - Cop another lambchop - Michael Jackstone in Bedrock - Mix cement in a pelican - Hold on tight - Match point - Bearded man blues he escaped from the side show - Eyes closed not smart with the rifle but aim straight from the tower slick with a bible - Prime numerals flash the dash in my Subaru no stash in the ash no cash cause I'm beautiful - Fate scrapes jaws over fake meat I won't pause for applause from the dank seats stained with the turtleneck tissue that's painted gold or a coral in the hole with a blanket - Faces in the crowd where crowns made of brown bags unknown comics make salary no name tags first rap act on The Gong Show I walk slow up to the stage wear a sweater and a dog nose
6.
suckerPunch 02:02
for you i would sucker punch the sun.. i would, kick babies and club seals. for your love i would even do that thing Meatloaf wouldnt. you make me want to crush bugs for no reason. ..your love is like a fat sack of nitrous followed by a punch to the face.. with you i could push old people down stairs. this is the type of love that burns guitars. you make me want to scream like brick thru window panes 25 ft tall! this is puppy in the oven love.. literally. i just dont know what to do with myself baby, lets pull each others pins. but first, ..can i bite your face?
7.
Her name was melancholy molly And from time to time She liked a little whiskey in her coffee And every now and then a cigarette Especially when it rains And blames it on the weather When she never recollects your name Its all the same Its as if we’ve never been She takes another sip I light my spliff and listen As she begins At a whim Like the unexpected All connected to past action Started before her time Yet shes more to me Than her reaction So I recline as she speak Now she says she wants My hands on her thigh I feel the heat Despite the distance No questions to why Just feeling like Im there too listen But shes so fly I know i Gotta be wrong She shared her pain w me Because I put it to a rhyme Not ashamed She never claimed To be a stranger to the dawn Yet she never turns her lights on Chorus: They call her molly, she in the mood She needs some whiskey in her coffee And some cali good (x2) Now the feelings Never enough Until its too much We stuck running Whether coming or going Til its done and im holdin Onto moments And its showing I know So to savor the flavoe Sometimes we like to Take it slow to make it last But only if She remembers How to forget As when all things come to pass We all searching for a fix Where nobody Has a clue Yet we all up the mix Heavy steps Just trying to make it through Not trying to pursue Just wish I can help you Carry the weight She got my heart racing Thogh I cant keep pace And theres no way To play it safe but wait I take a step back When she looks me dead in the face Saying she needs a place To rest at, no trespass She quiet as kept With nothing left to be said She gets her way By pressing her head To my chest, yes Chorus: (refrain)
8.
molly-whopped droppin words similar to acid tabs shout til they kno what its about widdout a hash tag.. henry rollins of rap when i raise a black flag rockin glasses i couldve stole off my granddad strongbox flow here to cash out most of these rappers are better suited for a paper route makin rounds.. we takin em out widdout a doubt then catch us on the grassy knoll burnin one down government official thru a glass bowl fyah to your left hold your breath or risk catchin a death blow to the chest cuz we hit off the richter nah this is not a test its only that you fuckin w da best da best? da best.. from outer limits pull vocab stabbin space to break barriers i carry the message thru various sections where you can lose direction i turn but keep path learnin w the curve adding it up just to master the craft for the neo classic absurd fashion misfit w a passion for soundclash.. traveling thru your district plastered bastard he's laughing thru his grimace the static on the fringes but if your feeling skittish just relax and give me a minute.. i settle in like stink w funky shit to make you think dumping disposable niggaz down the sink trash rap cuz im not drinkin the kool aid that these fools paid for like pass dat.. suckas give me tooth aches and we fresher than some toothe paste so even vegan lesbians be checkin for me tubesteak water for your daughters call me bouche hats off like toupes direct connection to the sun doomsday so fuck what you say dude when daddys speakin interruptions are considered rude and i am that dude.. pushin em back like a cuticle, fuckin brutal selfies at the funeral not the shit that your used to

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released January 6, 2015

lyrics by billy pilgrim otherwise noted
most of production by ash james otherwise noted
mixed and mastered by tuff sound

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billy pilgrim Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Lead lyricist of JunkFoods, Hwite Menace, Killer of Sheep, Mega Def, and his own damn self.

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