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Gasface

by Castle

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1.
me and my soldiers trying to hit the beach like the 'battle of normandy' and live like the superstars we figure we're born to be reality's a klaxon i'm hearing it warning me saying there's a big chance that misfortune will corner me at that time you have to weigh the pros and the cons survival determined by your fight-or-flight response amazed how i manage to stay on my feet so long 'cause i'm obsessive compulsive when i'm evening odds gotta get it. used to be frozen by the fear of failure fam said to get on track, and don't let it derail ya i could relapse, ski a slope of crushed pills but fuck that. i'd rather be prolific like Mahalia whoa, still around, bruh. still standing my ground. school of hard knocks alumni. check the cap and gown, bruh down till the reaper toss me out like a bouncer and if i never make it, fuck it, what am i around for? not too many understand it figure me a weirdo respect i demanded it fell on deaf ear though flow that i commanded put me nowhere near dough feel a bit stranded but fuck being scared, bro we here though. we here though. we here though. we here though. i don't rap to be a part-time mall rat or try to mine for the 'golden age' and all that fact is i try to write shit to enthrall cats and maybe with some luck i'll get misfortune to fall back feel obligated to provide you with good rap it's why i 'go off' like an aggressive hood rat explains late nights, up with cigarettes and coffee 'cause fatigue wearing on me. tryin' to get it off me still mind wandering to memory lane though where good times roll and the roads are paved gold ten year old self dreaming bigger than life is showing raps to my mom, she's like, "son, did you write this?" told him he would grow to become one of the greats. "just follow the straight and narrow where your destiny waits" guess i'm rappin' for him, so i'm shooting for the stars missed a few times, still tryin' to fix my aim, god.
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No Prep Time 02:07
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rockin' the same old 'lo sweater. fabric still reeks of weed smoke, bredda! yo, how you cop loud without no chedda? i'm sayin', mind your own binnis. you should know better. tank empty like a politician's soul. i've been running on fumes since a week ago. if homie got five on it he can go! harsh, but courtesy don't pay for the petro. besides, ain't i smoke 'im out last week? held the L longer than Max B's rap sheet. nah it's cool though. need to find some culo... tighter than aretha franklin whippin' in a two-door. and it's hot as slavery? what up with the pool though? let's hit up them apartments. invite every girl you know. man, we out of green? then wassup with the brew though? but i ain't gettin' faded, i'm still tryin' to cruise, yo. old whip. new stereo. low chips. plenty dro. i'm good, folk. i'm good, folk. ridin' 'round broke. but i'm good, though. spot a chick. ride slow. spot a pig. i'm ghost i'm good, folk. i'm good, folk. fuel running low, it's nothin'. where you wanna go? in the whip baking. yellow light? race it. music through the phone, fuck a radio station. see a bunch of bunnies in the lane adjacent. all hot enough to cause dehydration. tell me why we cruising where you run into the bacon? i don't fuck with no swine like a muslim. them suckers too liberal with the cuffin' and book you like it's nuffin'. so fuck it, when you pull up on the next turn ñ take it. bust a U-y. roll another doobie. you know brovas high when they compare life to a movie. honestly and truly? it's really not that crazy though. eyes so low it's like an aspect ratio. cast call for a bad chick to make a cameo. acting like a good girl, performance uncanny, bro. hope she like weed, 'cause ain't tryin' to pay her dough. we break bread with none of these hoes.
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Shame On Me 02:01
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Krillz 02:49
he scheming to stretch his money longer. thought back when television replaced his father. popeye taught 'em spinach will make 'em stronger. others niggas ballin', they go hard in the paint and don't bother with stalling, they passin' the rock, and assistin' your daughters. his bird is squawking he should be hawking them job offers. he's blocking her out and lockin' that white broad in the coffer. life's in his hiney, man, we played hide-and-seek in the 90s homie slate was clean and lookin' shiny, now presently grimy. rollin' and smokin' up, hide that i'm chokin' up. thinkin' 'bout the bullet i dodged society shot at both of us. how could we NOT chance the cuffs when poverty's provokin' us. fuck a diploma, bruh, we're just gonna die and return to dust. just being honest, i ain't got police purusing me, it's why i feel guilt that i dropped college and opportunity. true thugs are them folk that got diplomatic immunity. dollars be rulin', G. and be the source of their impunities. we hollow krills. she swallow pills. he follow, flea collar. three dollar bills. i caught a scene that derailed me. older head on the ave, the crack had reduced him to frailty. never spoke, but i heard his eyes tell me, "the system failed me. pitching dough to the banks, and then supply me, book me, jail me. the system can't prevail me." listen to mornin' radio, creflo makin' a cameo. host ask if there's any hope. "yeah, but you gotta pay me though." meanwhile, brothers are mean now, they tryin' to eat now. duckin' the pe-nile. holdin' that heat, making you lean now. high dose of that fructose making them folk obese now. inflation increase now, them McDonald's burgers ain't cheap now. it's why that crack head is suckin' dick for that sedative. it's why my cousin's huggin' the block as if it's relative. auntie call 'im evil, he should be seekin' a reverend. but homie has a daughter the fact it's wrong is a irrelevant. i just hope he survives. pray that he'll make it out. shakin' the devils off, before they shake him out.
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Time Folder 01:28
7.
Orientation (free) 02:39
Lyrics: hi. welcome to the family. you're here for minimum wage in exchange for your sanity, and take orders from tyrants who are stripped of all humanity. just do your job and keep fueling your boss's vanity. are there any questions? uh, yeah. will you guys screw me on availability? i have class in the evening and i'd like to have the energy to stay awake in class, and even have time to study. but it's fine either way, 'cause i desperately need the money. good question. our policy is: "fuck you in the mouth." if you need to change your schedule just give your boss a shout. he'll blatantly dismiss it, show his ass for you to kiss it, and say, "fuck you and your class, and hope to god you miss it." kind of figured. i was thinking i should leave this gig alone. but the job market is crappy and i still have student loans. so forget it. right before work i'll just get really stoned to deal with the thought that i'll probably always be a drone. welcome, all. and say goodbye to your goals! you're here to answer phones while we harvest all your souls! there's a Lovecraft-ian demon trained to rape and eat it whole! hope you love getting screwed and taking very little home! uh, pardon. is there a chance i'll pick up slack for my manager's mistakes with no credit, no bonus, just a dick slap to the face? ah, good question, and yes. oh ó if you want respect. you'll have to be a male or have a distracting chest. if you want to pass time we have knives in the breakroom to stab your co-workers in the back at your convenience. when your manager's around be sure to act like he's a genius. if that doesn't work then play tonsil hockey with his penis. yes, it'll be bleak. you'll pray to die in your sleep. and casual Fridays will be the highlights of your week. and yes, you'll feel like a caged monkey at the zoo. but somebody's got to do it, it might as well be...you.
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Soulfire 02:45
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Opium 03:08
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One Time 03:45
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they inside the crib wildin', i'm standing outside grippin' a sennheiser. turn the safety off, take a deep breath. and exhale the winter air. guards watching, but they're none the wiser. 'bout to put a stop to their shine like a sun visor. start the party with a few bombs. lot of 'em brag of how they're "cold." let's see how they fair against the napalm. beg for mercy, but my heart is the color of Akon. smack him in their jibs and then i'm snatching their chain off. most of these guys soft. i spray away and scoff. a few make an attempt to flank, but i son 'em all. not only did i bring the beef, i brought it flame broiled. and smile as i'm casually picking these lames off. i cease my attack, walk along the battlefield that's littered with dead bodies, beat tapes, and snapbacks. my adrenaline got me high as a fat sack. i regroup and reload ó *CLICK-CLACK* nobody's left but a bunch of vixens, watching with wide-eyes. i tell 'em to runaway and find a job. i sense movement, i think somebody's still alive. find him and end him with a double tap between the eyes. duckin' the sirens, i look for the leader of these scrubs. eventually spot his car parked at a strip club. creep through the back, snuffed a bouncer on the way in. not a cloud in the sky, but inside it was raining. nice weather to die in. i might as well had stuck my head in the mouth of a lion. i'm cool, but it's possible i'll go the way of the mayans. don't know the future, but somebody tonight is dying. it's win or die trying. swaggered in the room, caught the attention of his goons. their boss man's caught up in making it monsoon. strobe lights glistened on my makeshift dogtags, a testament to my victory on his comrades. that seemed to catch eye along with his rage. i slay his underlings before his money hit the stage. shots fired! the strip club succumbs to chaos. thank god i had a vest on when he let the guage off. more flunkies pile in. i have a long road ahead of me. it's crazy, i ain't even got a mile in. the move in my direction, i use the bar for protection. these niggas got me pinned down like insect collection. shoulda planned ahead, arrogance will be the death of me. corner of my eye, caught a grenade rolling next to me! move quick, lob it back, pop up, *BRRAATT-BRRAATT* shot one in his ego, then another on his neck tat. so-called "greatest" lie surrounded by his boys. that grenade i tossed back turned the club into Detroit. found a bottle of Jack Daniels and popped it open took a swig, then poured it over the bullet wound on my shoulder. shit, i ain't even notice. fatigue gettin' to me. swaying on my feet, vision in and out of focus. i see my target freeze up when he hear my feet approaching. i guess he figured if he played dead i would have ghosted. pull out some pre-rolled medical, then i roast it. twin steams of smoke escape the nostrils when i toke it. "any last words?" and he weakly said, "fuck you." and i just smiled, then showed his brain what a slug do.
12.
she called me up, said she needed to talk. desperately need a friend. say she need me again. i know this story. should prolly end it before it starts. me and logic call a meeting, but my lower brain attends. fuck it, just listen to her. tells me she's trying to keep it together. but all her new nigga does is just rip into her. initial thought: "screw her. forget saving this chick. if you play superhero, she'll be your villainess." logic has a loud voice, but the heart is undecided. aching to open up, and aches even more to invite her. then i'm reminded how good it feels to be snug inside her. before i know it she's in my bed and we fuck till maÒana. playing casual with questions like, "how's your mama?" i know she couldn't a give a fuck, but i still give an answer. because we both know we're just stalling the drama. so grab your armor and brace yourself for ensuing trauma. and i know that i should tell her kick rocks ó break a toe but i won't. 'cause reason ain't stronger than lust. and i know that i should dead it, give it the final blow. but i don't. 'cause reason ain't stronger than us. go after the heart when the brain's not looking. go after the heart when the brain's not looking. go after the heart when the brain's not looking. won't be long before you start to wonder how she took it. so we're right back to the arguments. wasn't long before it stopped being marvelous. kisses on her neck seem to be enough to pause the shit. if only for an hour. then i'm left to wonder how i fell for this poisonous flower. perhaps i was attracted to the scars around her heart. they told me a tale of the last time she was torn apart. in my arrogance i tried to be that beacon in the dark. then i fell, but there was no one below me with a tarp. call herself 'bored', so she's packing up and leaving. never cheated, always given you respect, and that's a weakness? what the fuck? what you mean you and that other nigga speaking? i guess all that you needed was for you to be mistreated, huh? feel like i'm bleeding, bruh. she cries, and i eat it up. fiery goodbye kiss, i'm tryin' to heat it up. say that i needed her, she say that he need her more. then she leaves me there, frozen, staring at the door. another promise to myself to keep my guard up. another beat is a canvas to draw some bars up. just remind myself: when something seem too good to be true, it probably is, and i shouldn't get beside myself. besides, shorty's doing well, and that is all that counts she and dude living together, she became his spouse. she don't need me now, so why am i in shorty's house? with the proverbial shovel ready to dig shorty out?
13.
me and my soldiers trying to hit the beach like the 'battle of normandy' and live like the superstars we figure we're born to be reality's a klaxon i'm hearing it warning me saying there's a big chance that misfortune will corner me at that time you have to weigh the pros and the cons survival determined by your fight-or-flight response amazed how i manage to stay on my feet so long 'cause i'm obsessive compulsive when i'm evening odds gotta get it. used to be frozen by the fear of failure fam said to get on track, and don't let it derail ya i could relapse, ski a slope of crushed pills but fuck that. i'd rather be prolific like Mahalia whoa, still around, bruh. still standing my ground. school of hard knocks alumni. check the cap and gown, bruh down till the reaper toss me out like a bouncer and if i never make it, fuck it, what am i around for? not too many understand it figure me a weirdo respect i demanded it fell on deaf ear though flow that i commanded put me nowhere near dough feel a bit stranded but fuck being scared, bro we here though. we here though. we here though. we here though. i don't rap to be a part-time mall rat or try to mine for the 'golden age' and all that fact is i try to write shit to enthrall cats and maybe with some luck i'll get misfortune to fall back feel obligated to provide you with good rap it's why i 'go off' like an aggressive hood rat explains late nights, up with cigarettes and coffee 'cause fatigue wearing on me. tryin' to get it off me still mind wandering to memory lane though where good times roll and the roads are paved gold ten year old self dreaming bigger than life is showing raps to my mom, she's like, "son, did you write this?" told him he would grow to become one of the greats. "just follow the straight and narrow where your destiny waits" guess i'm rappin' for him, so i'm shooting for the stars missed a few times, still tryin' to fix my aim, god.
14.
Krillz (Has-Lo Remix) (free) 02:54
he scheming to stretch his money longer. thought back when television replaced his father. popeye taught 'em spinach will make 'em stronger. others niggas ballin', they go hard in the paint and don't bother with stalling, they passin' the rock, and assistin' your daughters. his bird is squawking he should be hawking them job offers. he's blocking her out and lockin' that white broad in the coffer. life's in his hiney, man, we played hide-and-seek in the 90s homie slate was clean and lookin' shiny, now presently grimy. rollin' and smokin' up, hide that i'm chokin' up. thinkin' 'bout the bullet i dodged society shot at both of us. how could we NOT chance the cuffs when poverty's provokin' us. fuck a diploma, bruh, we're just gonna die and return to dust. just being honest, i ain't got police purusing me, it's why i feel guilt that i dropped college and opportunity. true thugs are them folk that got diplomatic immunity. dollars be rulin', G. and be the source of their impunities. we hollow krills. she swallow pills. he follow, flea collar. three dollar bills. i caught a scene that derailed me. older head on the ave, the crack had reduced him to frailty. never spoke, but i heard his eyes tell me, "the system failed me. pitching dough to the banks, and then supply me, book me, jail me. the system can't prevail me." listen to mornin' radio, creflo makin' a cameo. host ask if there's any hope. "yeah, but you gotta pay me though." meanwhile, brothers are mean now, they tryin' to eat now. duckin' the pe-nile. holdin' that heat, making you lean now. high dose of that fructose making them folk obese now. inflation increase now, them McDonald's burgers ain't cheap now. it's why that crack head is suckin' dick for that sedative. it's why my cousin's huggin' the block as if it's relative. auntie call 'im evil, he should be seekin' a reverend. but homie has a daughter the fact it's wrong is a irrelevant. i just hope he survives. pray that he'll make it out. shakin' the devils off, before they shake him out.

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All songs produced and featuring CASTLE.

Castle's debut MMG project "Gasface" is an album that gets in your face and won't leave you alone. Always clever with his rhymes and beats, Castle breaks new ground by leaving room for experimentation and innovation. Castle''s lyrics and style leave you battered and bruised from emphasized syllables and rhythms that hit like pistons. This is that I don't give a fuck music for people who don't give a fuck.

Artist Highlights:
- Once killed the entire Marvel Universe
- Made Chuck Norris say, "Uncle"
- Warns psychics
- Cuts through hot knives with butter
- Lost his virginity before his father

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released July 23, 2013

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