break a muthafucka, break him like i’m making change,
an esoteric, holy brother, call me St. Germain
i test your merit, like a father drop you deep in waves,
and see if you can save yourself, i’m a sea of hate,
diss you plain, walk away and rip away your cane, christened wayne? you bitches listen, I’m the sickest thing, to ever walk the earth, i’m some afflicted strain,
i met a lot of worthy sons of bitches left em laying,
I left em in the lane, center paint, walk it off,
i cross the median, expediate your talk with god,
to mediate the touch, well my abuse is strange
I cleave your fingers off and tell him that you outta range
sentimental, bound and gagged, liquid metal, doused in chains,
heavy how the crown is placed, this wicked devil’s frowning face
will rip your vessels out like lace, stick it down your mouth, you taste
the viciousness in every way, a little heaven, out the gate
i was one with the madness,
I fucking died when I got involved
but I lived for the tragic
I come alive if I come at all
you saw me sitting, omniscient, I walked under the road,
tsunami hitting, I caused it, I got concern for most,
i possibly am toast, I constantly am ghost,
I’m hard to be, I pardon me,
I’m partial to the host
all the breath to my children I think I need to jet
i think I left, I seem a bit unwell, i’m weak as heck,
plead respect, as I die awake and feel i’m next,
sea me wreck, DMX how i seem to flex
i got real good with rap shit
I got rabbits in hats bitch
i got tasked with that magic
I gotta matter of fact him, I gotta pattern the magnum
I offer rapping like napkins, i softly clean off the ass
and when I scoff at the asking I nod an see what is next,
yeah, i’m bobbin a head, like i am winding the neck, and tie it up with some thread,
I was one with the madness, I raised the fucking temp,
cuz all the mercury, I had (hat) it to the fucking head
I run around I’m a hatter, i put my fat on the platter,
like i was planning the pattern, the plaid is utterly shit
i run a bit around the truth now…I must admit, I’m complicit, i brung the chew down, like who done frowned, this is too renowned,
you implying i aint trying, shit, i’m new in town
credits
from No Regard,
released February 24, 2022
all shit i did. from bottom to top
Jamil Honesty’s hard-hitting LP gets a new video documentary that explores its powerful themes in detail, split into multiple parts. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 3, 2023