Boy Thursday

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released January 22, 2017

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Ricky Tillo
Spanky McCurdy

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Track Name: Property
Property

On a black mast hung a flag that we know by name
On a death machine like a stretched limousine came a floating day by day
Left a path of men in mid passage with a pathogen they became
A third of the packages they left unchained
Packing them in
They shackled the men
They shackled women
Went back and shackled again
Like cattle came to shackle children
Back on a back
Stack on a stack
Who’s soul is blacker than that
Not black in the skin
Black from within that void
Who’s master is that

Sailing takes me
Away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to
Carry me
Carry me
Carry me

They say its complicated why the cons inflated now contemplate it
Way back in the 80’s when they concentrated on the war on drugs
Now we all are thugs cuffed up and incarcerated
Fucked up and corroborated when a state go private you’re commodities
Gotta face the facts gotta new slave master for the human race
You can face the axe or replace these tags so they now say “Made in the U.S.A.”
Merchant of men
Work from the pen
Like a serpent circled again
Choke on the tail you thought you broke the sail
But they came in a floating in search for the men

Sailing takes me
Away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to
Carry me
Carry me
Carry me

Watch’em
Watch
Watch’em
Watch’em
Do you see the street keeping watchmen
Do you see they feen for a problem
Do you see the people need their concrete and cotton
Caught’em
Do you see the peace keeping watchmen
Do you see their need for a problem
Do you see the people need their concrete and cotton
Watch’em
Watch
Watch’em
Do you see the people need their
Cotton
Caught’em
Cotton
Do you see the people need their

Concrete grows out of cotton
Cotton grows out of concrete

Property
Property
Property
Property
Track Name: Fine Print
Fine Print

Mirror to the outside world
Get back from the wall, all fall
Distract from the way I be
Just blink and they’ll own us all
Hold up

Cause they fuck you in the fine print
Say hold up
They fuck you in the fine print
Hold up
Cause they fuck you in the fine print
Say hold up
They fuck you in the fine print
Hold up

Yo bottles on this row
Got my timing slowed
Gonna break my mind in so
When they taking in the walls it goes
They’ll blame insanity
No fault of the training, blink
Not given a moment to sleep
And that, that’s the masterpiece

Cause they fuck you in the fine print
Say hold up
They fuck you in the fine print
Hold up
Cause they fuck you in the fine print
Say hold up
They fuck you in the fine print
Hold up

I’ll give in to all of your risks
Just give me a moment to learn how to read
I’ll take every word without reason
You’ll take every oath you have blurred to believe
I’m feeling the walls are beginning
The smaller I’m getting
I’m falling asleep like

You know these rabid days
That madness pays
They got these private wars
Like that
You fall

Always going nowhere
Nothings gonna change
Always going nowhere
Nothings gonna change

You know these rabid days
That madness pays
They got these private wars
Like that
You fall
I mean they tapped in your veins
Private screening
Your brain
Take five of these with no pain
Find me a reason to go again
I’m feeling like y’all don’t know my name
You’re so consoling
Distract that with a black cat
In the tar pits to my arm pits
And I’m trapped fast but I’m laughing
How long these effects keep lasting
Not a moment to read what is happening
They say take four of these if it’s happening
I’ve taken it all
Take to the wall
No way to escape
How they made it too tall
That panacea

You know these rabid days
That madness pays
They got these private wars
Like that
You fall
Track Name: Sucker Punch
Sucker Punch

Have you ever been hit in the face so hard
You feel your consciousness shifting into another dimension
Like the world around you is blurring into your minds eye
As the blood from your mouth and nose swirl into it all

And that’s why they all came down on fours
That’s why the whole damn crowd doth roar
That’s why the cold hand pounds our jaws
Aint got no guts
Watch for the sucker punch

Brass knuckles what a bitch I gave you two teeth my pride
My ego a lot of trust and my will to be non-violent
And all you ever gave me were these migraine’s this general anxiety disorder
And this fire inside

Fire inside
Fire inside
Fire Inside
Fire inside

And that’s why they all came down on fours
That’s why the whole damn crowd doth roar
That’s why the cold hand pounds our jaws
Aint got no guts
Watch for the sucker punch

Watch for the sucker punch
Watch for the sucker punch
Watch for the sucker punch
Yeah

Sucka

He came for the blind and dangles a line
He waits till their trapped he’s hanging behind
He staged the attack like a brave in his mind
But he came from the back he aint got a spine
It’s a cheap act for the flea bags
Suckas gnash on their teeth for the pack
Cowards acting savage on some scavenger shit
Cus it pleases the crowd who react
Mother fuck the crowd and their passion for beatings
Getting loud from attacking a weakness
Getting proud off the sound of it
Still don’t amount to shit
Fucking pack of hyenas


That’s why they all came down on fours
That’s why the whole damn crowd doth roar
That’s why the cold hand pounds our jaws
Aint got no guts
Watch for the sucker punch

Watch for the sucker punch
Watch for the sucker punch
Watch for the sucker punch
Yeah

Suckas

Watch for the sucker punch
Watch for the sucker punch
Watch for the sucker punch
Watch for the suckas
Track Name: Boy Thursday
Boy Thursday

Got your chains hanging like a Great Dane’s tongue
On a pair of balls swinging
And you can’t say nothing
Fuck a mainstay
Names stay fading in the sun
Cus it aint where you came from
Mother fucker game on

Run that
Run it

Walking on stars like they tomb stones
Buried in the sidewalk
Stare into their eyes till they lose home
Too stoned two stones high off their cool bones
Admired by the birds in the sky who see food on ‘em

Run that
Run it

Getting hotter in the sun
Ain’t no water where we from
Disorder 101
Said they found him on Mulholland near a restaurant
A martyr needs a gun and a headshot
Dead pop

Run that
Run it

They want action
Upfront and back end
Hit your cues mother fucker
Back spin
This aint the golden age
That was back then
You know, when white’s played black men
Back spin

Run that

You hear the Song Of The South and now you Gone With The Wind

You hear the Song Of The South and now you Gone With The Wind

You hear the Song Of The South and now you Gone With The Wind

White Dog black dog siamese twins

Getting hotter in the sun
Ain’t no water where we from
Disorder 101
Said they found him on Mulholland near a restaurant
A martyr needs a gun and a headshot
Dead pop

You hear the Song Of The South and now you Gone With The Wind

You hear the Song Of The South and now you gone mother fucker

The crows singing
The Jungle told of an old king on a throne
Dreaming he’d grow more like Mowgli
Mr. Yoniyoshi faux teeth and speech
Got a faux Chief as a thief a red nose cheat aint no peace
When your face resembles the villain in every new place that the US is drilling in
Got your melanin making them millions when the felon is settled opinion
How clever to measure in cinema the weight of a shell on a civilians
Said real will never be reeled again
Slow down son you killing them
Track Name: Figurehead Catacombs
Figurehead Catacombs

Poor in the reign
All for the reign
Say the lord to his king
Hoarding the grain
Aint no more for the rain is pouring no more
All the same say the king
Pour me some more

If the cup don’t forfeit
Fuck the cuffs
Cus we gonna cut those gauntlets
Lift your cups
Sante’ the aristocracy wrist to cut
All we have is fists and causes
It’s enough

Homie

Had them choked by the reign
Yoked by the reign by their throat with a chain
Broke by the weight of it’s load all the same
Poor with no name getting paved by their graves
Are the roads that remain

And the're gone blacked by ball point
They're redacted lost in history
For a frame the bodies of poor men
Line the paintings adorning an old king

You can keep that folk lore
Blacked by bonfire
You can keep that folk lore
Backed by barn fires
You can keep that class room
Backed by that sire
You can keep that class room
Staffing that squire

And they're gone blacked by ball point
They're redacted lost in history
For a frame the bodies of poor men
Line the paintings adorning an old king

And
Then
They
Fuck
Yo

Cant take it nah we cant take it
Cant take it nah we aint sacred
Cant take it nah we cant take it
Cant take it nah we aint sacred

Power prevails till the power’s derailed
Put in place a new power to devour itself
Saw the chains exchange hands feeling proud of itself
Meanwhile the same hand needs a mountain to till
Look around it comes down to the field it’s compounded
By will then confounded by a ground that won’t yield
You were stuck on the gold should have shucked for the gold
Now your fucked out of your luck and out of control

And they're gone blacked by ball point
They're redacted lost in history
For a frame the bodies of rich men
Line the paintings adorning a new king

It’s a grab bag grab bag
Fuck it we don’t own a thing
A grab bag grab bag
Fuck it we don’t own a thing
A grab bag grab bag
Fuck it we don’t own a thing
A grab bag grab bag
Fuck it we don’t own a thing

Fuck it we don’t own a thing
Track Name: Give Me Air
Faux photo with an auto chrome
Promo for the folks at home
Who like to take some comfort from
Killing young and colored ones
But all he ever stole were smokes
All they every told were jokes
Have you heard that colored one
What the fucks a colored one
Tell me what’s your color son
Are you not a mothers son
Pop goes another one
Pop goes another one

How are you afraid
You got grenades
You the one in that camouflage
All we got are these cameras on

Give me air
When I walk through the street I'm...
Give me air
When I run to the train I'm...
Give me air
When I drive in my lane I'm...
Give me air

Hands up
Don’t shoot
Dead man
Pursuit

Give me air

Caught him with some priors though
All of them were minor though
They fought him till he tired no
Choked him till he died yo
But all he ever sold were smokes
All they ever told were jokes
All of them were lethal though
Throwing in illegal blows
Now a mother single
All because he hustled singles yo
Tell it to a mothers son
Pop was another one

One
One
One


How are you afraid
You an armed brigade
Got no use for that training though
Got the youth tryna aim their phones

Give me air
When I walk through the street I'm...
Give me air
Give me air
When I drive in my lane I'm...
Give me air

Hands up
Don’t shoot
Dead man
Pursuit

Give me air

I ain’t a man no more
I ain’t white or poor or demanding war
I mean damn that aint what I’m standing for
I ain’t a guy with a mic or a band I’m more
I’m a statement a dead man’s answer for
His right to the air they won’t answer for
They stole it and they plan for more
Hold it over our heads
What you think we got our hands up for

Give me air
When I walk through the street I'm...
Give me air
When I run through the train I'm...
Give me air
When I drive in my lane I'm...
Give me air

Hands up
Don’t shoot
Dead man
Pursuit
Hands up
Don’t shoot
Dead man
Pursuit
Hands up
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot
Don’t shoot

Give me air
Track Name: X's and O's feat. Mike Muir
X’s and O’s

Fuck the product you selling
Cock in your cognitive 
Commence the swelling
Caught as a cog when your products rebelling 
And bomb your mirage with this camouflage shelling
I gave me a name you gave me that box and made it a game
Face what you are or be faced by the same set of bars
You created to escape the flames
X’s and O’s, always X’s and O’s
Be a friend or a foe
Crossing you out when you step into rows 
Yeah X’s and O’s, always X’s and O’s
Be a friend or a foe
Bombing your box and it’s ready to blow

I’m not a crime

All you see is crime in the city
All you see is crime in the city
All you see is crime in the city
All you see is crime crime

Whole car roll call so far this star is all city
Turning art to crime than a crime to an art to remind us all clearly 
Till it costs a dime and it lines yours walls in awe it’s all pretty
Fuck that we still in shit
Buff that and still it sits
Box car to box office
Your pock scar is our fortune 
The blocks we are we draw off them
Anonymous pop we all orphans 
Yeah we all orphans with nothing but a name to earn
Your wall designed my calling sign this mind it climbs with a flame to burn

I’m not a crime

All you see is crime in the city
All you see is crime in the city
All you see is crime in the city
All you see is crime crime

With a word it chimes
New chords to curve your spine
You built this all to serve your mind
To guilt us all to learn each line
In filth we call, “The word is mine!”
Fuck that you murdered mine
Fuck that you murdered mine
You dumbed us all to preserve your line
Our wonder wall is a burger sign
Sons and daughters are herbs to grind
Your spice of life gotta us serving time
Wash our words with your turpentine
You blink for a moment than look to the sky
Another one burning your eyes
Another one burning your eyes
Cus all you see is crime
Track Name: Wylin Inside
Wylin Inside

They got their minds in the sauce
Got their veins in their palms
They got their eyes on the show
Heard their names in a song
Aint got no thoughts for themselves
Got a brain to be pawned
And now they caught in the swell of a cyclone

Wylin Inside
Wylin Inside

Trapped em all in that gaze
Aint got an aspirin for that pain
Got them sweating out of their clothes
Jump when I say so

They got their boss in their ass
With their balls in their hands
They out there crawling through glass
Aint got no lawn in this land
Holding back in their mind
Holding back for some help
Got their soul in their palm
It’s looking back in their face like yo

What is your name
We aint the same
Are you trying to crush me
Get the fuck out the way

Yeah
Wylin Inside

Jump when I say so
They got their boss in their ass
With their balls in their hands
They out there crawling through glass
Aint got no lawn in this land
Holding back in their mind
Holding back for some help
Got their soul in their palm
It’s looking back in their face like yo

What is your name
We aint the same
Are you trying to crush me
Get the fuck out the way
What is your name
We aint the same
Are you trying to crush me
Yeah
Track Name: Exit
Exit

Daylight flashlight spark in a glass pipe
That scent last cent darkness is back
I got my mind on daylight finding my way
The park it calls to play the ball it inflates
I walk up in the night to crawl in the day
Till it’s absent last cent permanent accent
Hacking that pain raw till the axe bent
That’s it last hit out that last flask sip
Stop me mojave doubt me cracked lips
Defines me ask it to blind me
Bind me remind me I’m all that I see

Daylight make right my way is way like
Ward like war like highway stay right
I can’t exit I can’t exist
I blame the feathers for flames on my headdress

Exit

I can’t exit I can’t exist
I blame the feathers for flames on my headdress
I can’t measure the pain in my head width
I can’t measure the pain cus I’m headless

Daylight flashlight spark in a glass pipe
That scent last cent darkness is back

Exist

I can’t exit I can’t exist
I blame the feathers for flames on my headdress
I can’t measure the pain in my head width
I can’t measure the pain

Saw my future on the side of the road toe the line or implode
Behold a mind with it’s designing exposed
Light a bulb to slow the timing to cope with all the chiming
They spoke and spoke again till I smoked and choked their lining
Of questions the silence is best spent reminding
Myself of the pines and their blessed scent
Oh how it felt to be alive with no guessing
If what’s in my eyes is in the eyes of the rest
Send me but a second to be with just one thought
To be with just one voice that of my own
In a place where my life’s no longer black and alone
Searching for daylight when my way is way like
They say that I’m ward like I know that I’m war like
But I wanna make right I’m on the highway like
I’m tryna exit
Track Name: Holy Toast
Holy Toast

In people without religion
In steeples crowded with pigeons
In visions of evil
Through the key hole out of the prison
Without a decision, fishing, in a father that listens
In a tower, around a collar, in Obama’s position
For the power, dollars, division, and the honor it’s given
In a martyr, in women, in Shawn Carter, in all children
Shrouded in Turin
Burning in shrubs, learning to love, rounding a turban
On the curb, in the club

They say Americans believe in a savior
Is it in our heritage or in our behavior
So many were beat, shot, hung by their neighbor
Children are in danger becoming a danger
They say Americans believe in a savior
Is it in our heritage or in our behavior
So many were beat, shot, hung by their neighbor
Children are in danger becoming a danger

With a bourbon and drunk,
In sermons, in a permanent slump determined to flunk
As a vermin making earnings from trunks
Serving the junks
Cus I need Him most, bleeding on the cement
In a sea of demons- beaming
Being treated with a chemo dose
Seated with a vino within a scene of latinos
He was seen hosting a feast in His medieval clothes
Cleaning all our feet with soap, speaking to ghosts
Leading a pope, beaten and broke
Even on a piece of toast

They say Americans believe in a savior
Is it in our heritage or in our behavior
So many were beat, shot, hung by their neighbor
Children are in danger becoming a danger
They say Americans believe in a savior
Is it in our heritage or in our behavior
So many were beat, shot, hung by their neighbor
Children are in danger becoming a danger

Leapers freed surfs
Records T-shirts
Breath burns knees hurt
Lessons in rebirth
Lessons in rebirth

And He the most eating with the least
In a fetus, in a golden fleece
Meeting with the chief, with elitists
In a genius, when that athlete was defeated
In the math, in an atom blast, every time my team wins
To hide a lie and to achieve spins
For me to be idolized, on a drive, for my own reasons
Because they tell me it’s a lesson in our rebirth
Because in hell our breath burns and our knees hurt

They say Americans believe in a savor

They say Americans believe in a savior
Is it in our heritage or in our behavior
So many were beat, shot, hung by their neighbor
Children are in danger becoming a danger
They say Americans believe in a savior
Is it in our heritage or in our behavior
So many were beat, shot, hung by their neighbor
Children are in danger becoming a danger