in love we trust, maneuvered around the sight //
of rusted hugs and crusted bumps. taught spite //
gloves are judged if the shoe fits right //
same clutch my palms might fight strife //
mustered calm rhymes, one more time //
vocational song signs //
in preservation alone saw some kind of grace :)) //
prayers never going to waste //
used to rap all about a strong face //
now i grab smiles by they waist //
my anthem won't be a simple swan song! //
at the ancestor altar with remorseful bars //
rights and wrongs, scars, let the stars talk //
can't count the nights pawed //
throwin ls in morse, nobody sings anymore //
patience hoarse, eyes sore //
jazz bussin bomb shelter doors //
i'm not a voice of the main but a tool for the more //
running up the score, the last shall be first! //
wretched earth of course //
sun sketchin my orbit w my ethics //
when the apparatus eclipse old methods //
schrödinger's depression //
struggle to separate self and message //
couple thousand faces submerged in complexion! //
skinned what we were left handed i devil dance in chicken scratch //
perpetual worship, black mass //
i am creating habitual from summertime ash //
patchwork ritual //
Prolific Mexico City rapper SPEAK ponders the self-isolated age on a booming EP, recorded live in his kitchen during quarantine. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 24, 2020