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It Came In Peace From The Sewer

by Enpire

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1.
It came in peace in from the sewer In peace It came in peace from the sewer It came in peace from the sewer It came in peace from the sewer waving a white flag And was welcomed by dirty stares along with a tote bag Made of burlap and filled with complementary soaps As well a guide on tying nooses that came with varying ropes Hung from precarious hopes like inspirational posters Of cats Hangin' in there on a limb or forks that hang over toasters Walking on coasters so my filthy strides don't leave any marks Other than Asinine pride and slime that glows in the dark A grimy Pentemental embedded over the sentiment changing although I stay insane my brain obtains the sediment evident that things are looking up because still i can't hold the pen still Grins Wrapped around the face by these vines of toothy tendrils Or like my fingers around a pencil Or a synthetic states of mind With artificial facial features that are silicon confined I'm a hero to the blind And a villain to the deaf Moronic to the mute And mutant at its best Chorus: Verse 2: It Came in peace from the sewer baring peace sign in hand And in return got middle fingers and an admittance wristband They scanned when a filthy being emerges from sewer covers After spending years below seein the world through manured shutters The stench smothers any other senses and dulls thought Wreaking even worse than all the dirty garbage it fought Not cosmetically right and yet so visibly wrong Dead fish tangled in its hair and sludge oozing out its palms Dirt wedged between teeth each step Trackin mud And an ambiguous scent of either skunk or dank bud Pipelines connect minds leading to waste baskets But I take what I can get so this freak sleeps in wake caskets got sewer being Toe tagged and mistaken for a corpse rottin That surfaced to move up in life but hit an even harder bottom A problem that it found in a world made newer But still tried Its best and came in peace from the sewer It came in peace from the sewer It It It It came in peace from the sewer In peace It It It It came in peace from the sewer In peace It It It It came in peace from the sewer smile stretching from ear to ear And was greeted by confetti and splintering screams of fear Appearing as a terror or bearer of sights for soar eyes That were intended to be soothed by witnessing blue skies Of infinite size but instead was covered by rain clouds To trickle into the head and wash Whatever thought that the brain shrouds So it unpacked the tote bag and tied a noose from the rope So as the monster washed away it's corpse was pelted with its own soap What once had hope and the pungent sent assanine pride Came in peace from the sewer and was crying as it died And as the last bit of ooze was dripping down from its wrist It regretted comin in peace and wished it had brought them a clenched fist
2.
Verse 1: Doer of bad deeds Mr. Niceguy gone Leaving middle fingers silhouette dug into every front lawn Upon stacks of angst Embroidered in pin cushions Finally snapped back from the different ways people were pushin' Fact of the matter is nothing matters in fact Grab pointed tips pulling rabbit ears out of the hat Swing with a cork in my bat Eat using the fork in the road Behind backs speaking in swollen tongues cryptic in code Viciously Rock the cradle with a skeleton hand A once wall paper person now out to ravage a land Steered wrong on to a brick road then to gravel then sand Hit close to home but the roasted bone drove me further than planned A small world 3 dashs don't signify caps For Breakfast eat fiber glass Drive high when sirens flash Can't penetrate the skull coaxed to keep walking And never said a single word it's always been the weed talking This is me a sick head lined with wires to support the tattered canopy Filled by holes to welcome in the bad thoughts on the vanity Eyes dart tot marrow for crunching of bones Slurping the nectar with silly straws of cords from rotary phones Curtousy no longer common comments slice through shoulder pads Beware of bad brains chained to domes of rigs for hash and dabs Toe tags wave while walking but the brains dead To pinpoint the problem give the Marijuana strain cred Verse 2: I know the voices all drown to avoid it I play dumb to keep my head afloat I've Kill brain cells since day one Scenes numbed like hit by a stun gun for some days Emotions in my pocket drown in loose change and cum stains Gathered round a dinner table I'd smoke hash they'd eat hash browns Excuse myself with a 16 fall flat with a crash sound Use my middle finger more than an aye aye do But submit till sorrow summits like its aye aye crew Edict? Instead i got a vault of excuses To get out of putting effort in and other various uses I'm fuckin' useless with all the loose screws in my head I'm busy crafting calamity I'll pay for parts when I'm dead This heart was Mislead misread staying nice for dummies Develop new tastes like craving blood filling empty tummies Spit in my right and left eyes the 3rd's vision is blurred Without its monocle chronically the insight is disturbed Once an emotional nerd And that's still where I stand Or Should I say where I'm stuck as I sink fast in quick sand Not happy to be there flailing like the mad man that I am Just hoping to be dammed and play in Lucifer's band Removed by a light hand like that of Arthur Pendragon But still bragging with a twisted mind I stumbled upon staggering A flawed Notion passed from 7 seas to every oceans Set sail for mischief leaving, jewel cases broken open Witch doctor i use depends if they shrink heads In pickle jars with vinegar and the contents it embeds Tampered tongue prosthetic circuit breaker backing left ajar Set to no longer roll j's and only known rolling rs And carry scars from changes buried far beneath the palette Knocking against the hollow head as teeth chomp as mouth mallets Labled Completely insane Chained to walls for Assulting brains Feign spinal cord pains Keep playing when the games change Imprinted with profane stains And swarm farmed harvests Parasites cant solely be sustained off of the starved artists Questions lost in pot heads burn in the melting pan Shaking off concerned gazes and severing the helping hands
3.
Pollen of solace minds spread by insects with stingers That are trading in the truth in return for rumor filled wringers Middle fingers top 'em off as icing on the cake Gas pedal made of metal so we never think to brake Takin' whats good to get because it's the best till done better because in this tangled food chain even prey can be a predator Leavin' Worlds trembling It's a Hassle to reassemble 'em All I did was play my role like Marth in Fire Emblem Got two birds with one stone and fangs sink in with a bark But no matter how big the fish it's still prey to a shark Immersed in the dark And so cold blooded at heart For years they've tried to break the mind that has been missing from the start A gruesome work of art made of dab wax and thumb tacks Barley held together with Scotch tape and Saran Wrap Covering the skull cracks and stapled to the spine A bright mind with dark thoughts like night and day combined The teeth grind through the mask to the sound of the sheep's bleat but until the lambs are silenced my words are just skin deep And I chill in the hot seat And bug masses 'till they spray DEET And keep enduring the process till this human is dead meat Verse 2 Down to the core I'm the Peach pit of an epitome Light years the wrong direction goin' Beyond to infinity And Beyond stupidity, my rule of thumb Been sayin' it so long its Imprinted on my tongue With a visible third eye that constantly stares Every now and then other 2 changes the emotions it wears Call it curtains And I'm certain that the show won't go on Ask my scrawny little brain and my ego that has no brawn Eye of the beholder gets patched up like a pirate From malignant influences imprinted inside of eyelids Screaming it's alive it's Yes A twisted type of hybrid Breakin' ground with each step till countries turn into islands Fights change but the violence stays the same Each side is so wrong they get bullets in the brain Arguin' who should bring pain Ideals dealt on a ball and chain Wax on all you want but the moonlight will still wane Oh baby those voices drown alone in the tub Like Life gets cut short circuit as they're pulling the plug My faces smile is to snug to cover the rest that's depressed So even on good days my outlook is ugly at best Verse 3: Nothing to add to just regurgitate the murder rates I've been to hell and back seen demons Screaming at the burning gates The sickened heart grew full of hate No happiness to anticipate Eyes baggy because the tears are heavy from the water weight There is no safer place not above nor below Gettin' trampled on by life's stampede like elephant toes Revert bread into dough Dough being the cash Cash turned to a stack Stacks in vaults become a stash Monster mash on the corpses of endorsers of good forces Forcing me to behave but the submission has run its course It's Words of mouth gettin' spoken tongue pokin' outta both sides Moving so fast it could heat up and leave a brain fried A very strange guy that Martial arts the could break the heart apart In many different pieces of the unequally cut pie chart A la cart The pinnacle of the food chain's bottom But still getting the last laugh the enemy of Batman and Robin And I'm Robbin a rotten world of its happiest thoughts To sustain the same pain that made a sane mind distraught
4.
Sour note in a bar of sweet chords Dull knife on a shelf piled in with sharp swords This Loser still holds back hordes of winner after winner Makin em slink back in their shells till treated like master splin'ner The winner of the loser the dude that's untouchable Like little kids with vegetables or adults with their lunchables With rhymes that are munchable perfect for snacking So when he's got no one else by his side his vocab come up to back him Attended the university of twisted thought Leavin shit stains on brain sculpted the same and universally bought Don't get out of harms way I'm the one clearing the path When they witness the act they here a maniacal laugh Bridge: Worst case scenario Plug me in to the stereo Rhymes have got u spinning round like a Mary go Chorus: So while the cats away then the mice shall play Three blind ones cut off like tails and then castaway Level headed But always forget it Cramming bullshit down throats gettin forced when they fed it Vise versa And down each and every throat bullshit gets crammed To cast out blind mice and toss their tails into trash cans Cut off Caterpillars leg now walk on wheels Got no heads to trip over they just fallin on heels An empty skull that's filling cobwebs coolest underdog running since Jamaica had bobsleds Olympian Ren amd stimpys friend Trying rule the world new name but I'm a still btim Words the wise middle fingers to the sky's fist clenched around a pencil got my eyes on the prize Life on lines slacking watching the time tick tock Sit back accomplish less than a political parties gridlock While Glick glocks get load and unload em The worst background noise since the dial up modem Guttural growl screw ball fouler than the rest Out the park outta minds flown the coup no i was Kick out the nest Overlapin you the sickest dog at the first clap dog pounds try to put him down but he saved his final breath for the last lap Rice goes against the grain Ttrying to Counter fit in Stands out like sore thumb in fingertip less mittens Bridge: Sheep in wolf pack Hole in a knapsack North bound train riding round on south track Chorus: So while the cats away then the mice shall play Three blind ones cut off like tails and then castaway Level headed But always forget it Cramming bullshit down throats gettin forced when they fed it Vise versa And down each and every throat bullshit gets crammed To cast out blind mice and toss their tails into trash cans
5.
Either Hit or missing the bulls eye screams got me hoarse in the mouth Knowing I'm either dying with dignity or I'm living without The long route on the lifeline ridden the wrong way no one can move the path you've walked on for years after just one day No one hits the ground running we stumble and fall Assuming that you land alive or even hit the ground at all The damn Worm in an apple everyone shudders to see Nervous about a life long situation in which I never wanted to be Errors got me lacking major components of life With too much instability without all the sugar and spice Nothing nice about me except for a subtle knack rhymes and rhythm The only thing on the plus side is my positivity of my pessimism An android lacking knowledge of his purpose And up until it is uncovered it's only found that it's worthless Don't dilly dally and waste time in darkened alleyways Chorus: It's the Sob story Of the one who wrote and illustrated it But tore up all the hard work cause there was a piece of me that hated it Use the scraps of paper to dry regretful eyes That are welling up with water so they can't stay on the prize X2 Verse 2: Take my tongue make it numb wrap it around my neck as a noose to tie Tasting only gallows with a hint of vocal chords to dry Hands buried in pockets with shoulders that hunch over Never have good Smokes any four leave clover With spoonfuls the medicine goes down Poppins pill after pill Till One dose brakes the camels back and made it Terminally ill Its time to lift a weight this heavy heart carries And cut each fuckin' artery till my heart is deeply buried Were Just canaries in our dark and cold mined freed to breath poison So chirp till we die, no longer make any making noise n' The others know how safe it is because our fate determines theirs With no breath within the lungs so no time for Splitting hairs Chorus X2 Verse 3: In the end we all Go down with a ship not matter if the crew is alike Because when the sunsets I just stand alone at an open mic There is no hope in sight although the blotter's set in so far I've seen road signs that lead to one dead end I only heard stories but now I know that one is lonely Just rotting away till my sad compositions boney I'm not lookin' for death, but if seen i welcome with open arms Teach it two things smoking dope and how emotions harm All I play are Sour notes on vocal chords when I strum Giant ego so Stoned they say he high "fo fum" So dumb Is the kid that I'm called Head always in the clouds When present I'm not involved Since birth we get cursed just for living See with eyes made of cameras and speak through lips of ink ribbons So you hear clicking and a ding after every sentence spoken And that sound will just go on till either there's no ink left or a key is broken Waiting for maintenance for a problem so bizarre It could change a life's course and leave a scar on the repertoire I've never got to set the bar my mind was in Remission But I've cooked up lines by writing rhymes so I'm comin out the kitchen
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Verse 1: Head of devils lettuce smoke in Lungs of my string bean frame With a 24 karat skull protecting this pea brain High, how the stakes remain Light it up like Lu Kang So test your mind and fight me or are you just too sane In perfuse pain my words came to bite my tongue til it was swollen With chunks of pyrite in my brain because The bullshit of this fool is golden Bad person Makin' the matters worsen Known Love the smoke clouds that my head has always been immersed in Step back when I progress so I can see the whole picture Which is just a subtle panel in a collaborative mixture And then babble in scriptures of unintelligent levels n' Gets the gears turning like Rusted bicycle pedals n' I'm not deserving a medal n' I'm smelting the trophies But still foolish enough to take gold and leave competition with broke knees All that glimmers isn't gold take the shimmer for granite at least Medallion so unreal lies make a gap in the front teeth With each blunt lit the minds sharper edges dulls Big brain floating in anesthetic for the smartest of Numskulls Shake 'n Bake (Spoken): Rubbish, Absolute rubbish All of it The things the kids are listening to these days I fuckin' hate it all Horrible, just fuckin' horrible I can't believe the kids are listening to this shit Absolute rubbish Is this really what's popular? What is this stuff? And I'm passing 7th Heaven on the way from cloud 9 Fall down into the depths of hell where my devils deal got signed And I'm Callin' no lifelines And I'm Not in the right mind Goals so Far fetched to catch it'll take multiple lifetimes Get Manifested into whats fear the most My father, mother, and the idea I'm a parasitic brains host Triggers pulled and consequently heads will roll You dipshits Bite and chew the bullets I've learned to swallow em whole And that's scratched in the chest of a Man child and Class act usin' creativity to make up for the brains that he lacks My virtues differ greatly from yours You pet life with a gentle hand I shred it with claws Little puppy paws hide talons that are sharper than knives with one finger leftover after severing pussy nine lives (Meow) Shake 'n Bake (Spoken): THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS THE COOLEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN, OR EVER HEARD OH MY GOD!!!!!! THIS IS BETTER THAN SLICED BREAD!!!!! THIS IS MY JAM!!!!!! WHOA!!!!!!!!! I'm a Delinquent and I'm speakin' good and eloquent Elegant no matter how far outside of my element I speak with blistered lips from all the wear and tear Adjust the lens to picture this voice that no muzzle can bear Fallen angel in a nation reppin' banners that star spangle Closed mind when eyes open 'cuz the cones acutely angled Twisted mind and tangled into tangible mess Squeezing out every little bit of thought just like a fuckin' French press Store the culinary tools so I have a pot to stir But with clocks like oil pastels the time All starts to blur Last one to think but always the one to act first The lifestyle i chose is just live spelled backwards Internal 3rd eye constantly checkin' inside the head and gives my brain a vicious glare when morally Mislead And then the brain says it's sorry and admits that it was wrong But when that eye turns away the sorrow in the mind is gone And another bad idea dawns and the nagging voices get ignored And sends a message to our legs to get back to the drawing board
7.
With the ego in one hand an anthem of C.R.E.A.M The nicest asshole that the world has ever seen A microscopic speck of scum just hoping to last feedin' all those at the bottom of the food chain's lowest clasp Gasping for air When he emerges from submerged of the words Splashing and failing while whats said goes unheard Voices echoing through a cavernous skull and return ears Transcribed to the sound of hatred built up over years Gulpin' in water and even more sad truth is swallowed Sweet memories with each bite of youth Bitter after taste to follow Copious illusions of a human but the monster that I am and sees With a gaping whole in my mind resembling yellowed teeth with cavities Poorly occupied no dentistry can fill em Grew to hate the hero's and flipped sides for the love and lust of villains Knowledge spilling overflowing goin' to and from the skull Biting off more than most can chew with teeth that make the sharpest swords dull The fuckin' oracle when it comes to seeing in hindsight immersed so long in dark thoughts I'm gettin' blinded by the bright light That I was pushed into and stood up front and center In it as secondary accessory like the candy in pez dispensers Chorus: Mild mannered till the lights go out Rocks the fuckin' mic and blowing out speakers with shouts Runnin' back and forth And then forth and back Bouncing up and down like a fuckin' hacky sack Verse 2 (James Boltz): Everyone is shivering I don't eat Cheetos I'm a bird my head is a plane I'm asleep in my bed Rest Boutique Maybe I'm autistic, Maybe there something wrong with me I'm bird slash a giant pieces of turd I wake up from bed unsaid set score "-1" then take flight, whats a night life spending? 24 hours behind close doors beating off. Or of making beats and I end up kicking it by the bridge, questions pointless existence then kick the bridge over. Chorus: Verse 3: A bastard captain but still go down with the ship Good service from life but still give it a shitty tip Brisk strokes leave my words quick in its time skull bloated from ego my fat head walks a fine line Who'd expect the Paragon kid from the playground Grew up to turn smiles on peoples face the other way round Up a creek with no canoe still emits the best aura Books up in shelves having knowledge stacked up in a plethora Uhhhhhhhhhhh fuck! losing places without book marks Remembering to see the bright side even when it starts to look dark Wreaking of newly smoked weed covered by the aroma of old spice Coming off the top of the head like shampoo washing colonies of lice Injected with Chemical compounds that gives highs you cant come down Air raid sirens got me outta bunkers n' fallin' out of shelters above ground Achilles heel revealed while Slipping on a banana peel Everyone's got piece of krypton to their man of steel Slow to grow Quick to act And impulsive with each move Knows the fuckin' writing utensil with every Crack and groove Speak with a Lump in my throat and see With teary eyes Walkin' with springs in my steps And a hand full of bad ideas on the rise Fermented bubbling over with bad thoughts brewing Emotions projected for everyone to see like a drive in viewing Undoing evolution work worked on for a low rates Those with oposable thumbs thumb down my methods of primates Leaving marks like ink blots the raw shocks You Make it up as i go along yes it must be Imprompture We are the next Gen system atyocally grasping the globe Closed paths are gone this is an open minded Mode Time waits for no human or beast So we hope we don't miss the highest point in life Like timing rising Yeast Grocery bags filled cold colby monterrey jack Returnin later to the store complaining i want my cheddar back Money sack brimming but keep on filling it So i can afford to fill the bowl with weed till the carb hole is spilling it
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Verse 1: With a bang for your buck cats lives cost 9 rounds fur can't hide claw marks on bloodied tounge tied crowns How it sounds is we must be starving in this dog eat dog world Sharp canines break the skin dull ones just chasin after squirels Getting militant Referals by little boys and girls Under the influence of soft serve ice cream swirls Ithat's why my Salivary glands have just found my dinner workin hard to get collected after stretching myself thinner Just a sinner and for dessert eat whats in the forehead And even when one mind is full the others gettin force fed Inherently off course and concioulsy out of line Nuggets packed with thought are broken Down to the drop of a dime Its time Show me the ropes to see how one would get a head inside the loop So when its time to hang dry my mouths wet by slurping down the duck soup Shackled to words Tackled by verbs Orderin orderves of Adjectives served My 6th sence is the sence of disturbed Say what's observed Stigmatized Blazed one among teary eyes The bottom drops out along with hopes that don't rise that's no surprise Red blood sells for green with cheap prices on tags If They Dont run in related veins they're flowing in Body bags Verse 2: Not a tentative type but can tell when the corpse is ripe With an apple of an eye eaten by a worm to make a pipe Like a metal mouth veteran denchers lock in their jaws Watching the eyes meat and pan over a blanket of gauze See a firm grasp with daggers eyes that were sharpened by swords Used for bowing violence and slicing resonant chords Implored to fire off excessive railway spikes Stressed to keep on implementing random missile strikes Like a snake tounge Lickity split in two Unevenly divided up 2 for me and none for you Proximity annonomityTounge gets twisted and tide Sourest type of victory advertised Sugar free pride How they died petrified its Formulaic Severed limbs and bodies to form a blood red Mosaic Paint with brush with death and a 48 pack of crayons To draw out a pentagram and jump right into a seance And choas in the air making body shapes Obscured With dusk and ash in faces hate never braced us with a cure Endure Diluted elixirs as mixtures of tears and sweat Chased with a needle dipped in veins just to get the tip wet Verse 3: I intend to offend Foreign to the concept of friend Shark eyes stare dead ahead even when the road starts to bend Side tracked by skull cracks till brain's exposed Not containing thought leaving a calcium case forclosed Impose upon a useless mind strung to a broken spine Branching off into open sores leave em out to Soak in brine With Conversations wading to topics of Dark matters Accounting for what we never see mixed in the minds batter And served on a fine platter Splattered with cream of tar tar Wash it down with aged coniac and a side of caviar Maybe fuagra Nothing to loose but an appetite Cheap shots to the stomach after taking only half a bite Milk for all we're worth and skimming skin right off the tops Like the pain from a Scratch and sniff that wreaks when blood drops Fights between coded arms tattooed with stripes and stars Inking victims from the chin up with gruesome scrapes and scars Removed by the craft of skin grafts and cheap cigars Held in place by bandages and nylon ripped from guitars Parts of brokendown cars and a cup of dry ice Drenched with liquid nitrogen and Submerge in fried rice Designed to be not nice I'll say it again intend to offend Foreign to the concept of friend

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released December 23, 2015

It Came In Peace From the Sewer
Cover art by: William Parkinson
1. It Came In Peace From The Sewer
Produced by Forever 2012 and Enpire
2. Mr. Niceguy
Prod. by Jamesboltz and Enpire
3. Summed Up
Prod. by Jamesboltz
4. 3. Blind Mices
Prod. by Van Walker and Enpire (sampling Mr.Twin Sister's Medford)
5. Sob Story
Prod. by Jamesboltz
6. Pyrite Feat. (Shake n' Bake)
Prod. by Enpire
7. The Process Feat. (Jamesboltz)
Prod. by Jamesboltz
8. Blood Red
Prod. by Enpire

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