Purstian Memory is ill! They're music is very abstract and innovative. I had to collab with them, especially that paulo is my cousin.
http://www.purstianmemory.com
Lyrics
bust and listen to the
dust and six shooter
erial and purstian
i wish i met you in person
and through the first impression
i knew by earth's expression
tremblin of the earth's crust
made me fuckin nervous
and we probably do deserve this
erial and purstian
i wish i met you in person
dust and six shooter
bust and listen to the
dust and six shooter
I’m back to my old self again
Pot smoking, trigger pulling, head bashing, hardcore!
Rock and roll metal self!
I’m hoping of domestic hopes
Through economic ropes, that strand through the color green
And mathematically N’s equal D’s
So there is greed, indeed, we bleed the color of drugs
And promiscuity
Myself is my lawyer because I represent myself
I plead insanity to find immunity but not for health
Not in this generation
Maybe in a reincarnation of an abortioned mispathed offspring
My life is COSTING a dub and a swisher sweet blunt
Run over speed bumps whip lashing necks of weak chumps
I regirgitate whack mcs throwing up mean chunks
Cuz ya’ll are spineless who is rhyme less and I MISS!
How hiphop heads were biased…today’s everyone’s a critic
Addicted to how everyone else pictures it
So the pictures of my silhouettes dances a little bit
And get weak in the knees like injuries that Kerry kittles gets
Ambiguously smile at my sarcasm
I ejaculate my lyrics on an orgasm
Causin the ground to shake making the earth have more spasms
Martin Luther king sings the speech that will teach
I have a pipedream! Of leafless autumns and frequent full moons fighting!
That one day a closer mars will be enlighting,
The night skies with a dark red, so we are reminded of the dead
Hades comes with a strong force
And concourse through this mythological hypothetically speaking metaphor
Its hardcore!
I predict the future by creating a present to be inevitable
And if hiphop was to me we would have better flows
DJs who rotate the sun
b-boys who meditate unspun
unsung heroes make themselves zero
humble and modest, we rumble through darkness
and remember when I told you that you sparked my emotions
well I drank a bottle of kerosene, to start an explosion
