BREACH

Wormtooth

Wormtooth - Breach

1. Into the Breach

Persistent, narcissistic, in a fickle state of mind

Inconsistent and simplistic yet I stick it every time

Been on the grind. This nine to five

Gotta get out 'fore it eats me alive

Takin my time. Been on the climb

All these mistakes have been keeping me prime

Heard that I'm dope. Heard that I'm G.O.A.T

Heard that I'm better with every show

Heard that I flow. Heard that I go

Heard that I rarely come out of my home

Get me my tome, turn off my phone

And then its into the breach that I go

Never be cloned. Never be owned

Never do better than kneel at my throne

Never be good enough; set the effects

Set up some hexes and edit to death

The mess that I'm left with won't net me respect

Neglect the direction I've come to collect

Detect your intentions and hit the eject

Hit the eject. Hit the eject

Better than ever the devils in check

Get him a bed and the rebel's a threat

One take? Naw, I ain't that dope

Got to chronicle the honor ain't no Maybach hopes

Got my brain from my father made to slay whack prose

I'm a hard one to follow and it ain't that close

Fuck what I said get me my blade

Setup my records and get me a stage

Fed up with industry jargon from fakes

Minding my tongue while I walk among snakes

Suede straps laid back in the cut

Your lame raps straight trash, they ain't backing you up

I backstroke the flames to stay savage as fuck

Till the black smoke remains for days up in his lungs

The last ghost to claim that he ain't gone till he finish

TV dinners into spinach end up feeling replenished

Fire-spitter finna get a little lid on his penance

Independent figures show that he's just being refinished

Always been the type to stay up all night

Set his sights on the rest ain't no rest in sight

One take? Naw, I ain't that dope

Got to chronicle the honor ain't no Maybach hopes

Got my brain from my father made to slay whack prose

I'm a hard one to follow and it ain't that close

One take? Naw, I ain't that dope

Got to chronicle the honor ain't no Maybach hopes

Got my brain from my father made to slay whack prose

I'm a hard one to follow and it ain't that close

2. Riding in Circles, Thinking in Circles

Back from the depths and covered in runes

Finna get his head out of this hovering gloom

Vetted by the ever present veteran blues

They haven't gotten better their just better in tune

Never wrote a letter by regretting his views

Wouldn't be surprised if Armageddon ensues

Still he gotta try to put a bap to the boom

Howl at the moon till he's getting his due

Betting his dime on the spells in his book

Getting high, getting by, getting tried by the crooks

You ever drop your eyes, get your leather bound took

So you better hide or you're gonna get shook

Then they gonna lie like they ain't ever read a book

When you finna ask why ock it's like I said look

If you gotta glass jaw better have a lead foot

They try to step aside hit ‘em with the left hook

If you need a let down

Count on me

Let em all down

Count on me

If you need a let down

Count on me

You can count on me

If you need a let down

Count on me

Let em all down

Count on me

If you need a let down

Count on me

You can count on me

Am I just a vulture or did it for the culture?

And this lack of discipline I'm nursing like an ulcer

Don't mean to insult you. Slow it down I lost you

Put him in the MOMA. Treat a melanoma

FOMO foaming from not going out

Back from the coma they all still doubt

Do you literally try? Do you try to be literal?

Pitiful, hypocritical, hyper critical

But he really didn't seem to hit a difficult note

Minimum woes, sing a king among crows

And the sinner than said I only sin among foes

And his thin lips the king's riddle disclosed

I whisper sharp transistor sparks

Got a new pair of kicks fit to blister marks

Born in winter but he's Mr. March

While these little art kids fit to miss the mark

If you need a let down

Count on me

Let em all down

Count on me

If you need a let down

Count on me

You can count on me

If you need a let down

Count on me

Let em all down

Count on me

If you need a let down

Count on me

You can count on me

Need a let down you can count on me

Let em all down

Count on me

Let em all down you can count on me

Count on me

3. The Butcher

Been a long time since I took my own medicine

End of the line. Last stop for the Edisons

Tesla is back, no room for the hesitant

Ain't room on tracks when I unpack my fetishes

Lettuce is low. I’m quick with the dime

Get it to go and I’m back from the crime

Let it get rolled and let me unwind

Put on that old Remember the Time

Michael is king, but Michael is dead

Ain’t it a thing? A beautiful wreck

Still known for singing my soul for a check

Still known for killing it every set

Never respect that I pay my dues

Every sentence is made to break through

Never repent when I’m sent to the booth

This revenant is bent on defending the truth

The game is full of fakes

Put the butcher on the case

And the game is full of lies

The butcher’s on the rise

The game is full of fakes

Put the butcher on the case

And the game is full of lies

The butcher’s on the rise

Philly that city. I made it my home

But in Madrid you’ll find some of my soul

So many scars I have yet to atone

So many sins I am just skin and bone

Leave me alone. I’ll do it myself

Cobble a throne of bruises and welts

Carry my stone I carry it well

From what I’ve known I fashion my spells

Fashion my spells? Fashion my look

Fashion is hell so I’ll never get hooked

Fashioned to sell so each play by the book

Asking to tell my tales right for the crooks

Shook up a bit by the boy who cried shark

Took up a pen and I write in the dark

Carving these words into bullets and darts

Fearing that one will fit right in my heart

The game is full of fakes

Put the butcher on the case

And the game is full of lies

The butcher’s on the rise

The game is full of fakes

Put the butcher on the case

And the game is full of lies

The butcher’s on the rise

The game is full of fakes

When the butcher pushes back

Pressure cooker on a track

Squalid scholar gotta holla back

Honor lap

Hollow horror, follow that

Y’ain't wanna follow Black

Sipping witchcraft jack

From his matte black flask

All these masked lab rats

They keep scratching at his back

But they best act fast

Because they forgot the mack

Spit that basilisk rap

With that voodoo boom bap

And if they don’t shut they traps

I’m gonna school 'em how to act

The game is full of fakes

4. These are Our Demons and Our Demons are Loud

I used to tame five demons at once

I’d sleep with a demon have another over for lunch

‘Till I realized the evils they interfered with the funk

So I took off the fever dream just see what I’d done

(Let’s get it)

Vino pumping through he veins he got to reload

We roll shallow lone wolf with the keynote

Beast mode, get me near a stage that’s a freak show

Freeload with me, just to get me to the Breach, yo

Bodega, oh wait a whole minute now

Show haters cold data. Throw my weight around

Crow flavored omega over his brow

Throne made of stone, slayers came to claim the crown

Brittle in the middle missing vitamin D

‘Cause he stuck ‘neath the shingles and he just won’t leave

He a hard-working sinner like it hurts to sleep

Had a migraine for dinner, j-j-just to see

Put it on wax: never mess with the dosays

Put you on blast if you back out of what you say

Butane breath, mask his voodoo with the shoegaze

True name loser, but a mutant in the fugue state

Let it fall down, got the Devil in action

You can bet it all now, on the fatal attraction

L-L-Lay the gold crown on your favorite faction

L-L-Let it all out, but it’s just a distraction

Singing let it fall down

Rubaiyat Basquiat, no he not what you’re used to

Took a long shot: left pop just to lose you

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Lewis Carrol of the future

Tell me when to stop when I start to confuse you

It’s really not funny when there’s money to be made

You’ve been talking real dummy, acting scummy all day

Stunting on your vox with your mock displays

Better shut your gobs when I rock that stage

With much dismay wage war with the sparrows

Set serotonin daze. Let the scope get narrow

Set blaze to his veins. Replaced his marrow

Tempt fate, checkmate, when faced with the Pharaoh

A harrowing tale for the heroin chic

Bottom of the barrel with his feral technique

Pay the ferryman’s wage just to ferry his beasts

This snake set the stage for him to bury his teeth

Let it fall down, got the Devil in action

You can bet it all now, on the fatal attraction

L-L-Lay the gold crown on your favorite faction

L-L-Let it all out, but it’s just a distraction

Let it fall down, got the Devil in action

B-B-Bet it all now, on the fatal attraction

L-L-Lay the gold crown L-L-Lay the gold crown

L-L-Let it all out, let it all out

Let it fall down, got the Devil in action

B-B-Bet it all now, on the fatal attraction

L-L-Lay the gold crown on your favorite faction

L-L-Let it all out, but it’s just a distraction

5. Untitled 04 (Interlude)

“He's become unreliable.

He contradicts himself.

He rarely makes sense for long.

Non co-operative, when he's not being outright hostile.

In my opinion, the project's compromised.

Are we still sure the muse is in control?”

“Of course.

Why do you ask?”

“He hasn't been following the pattern of previous hosts.

The rules have changed.

The host is in control.”

“That is unfortunate,

But it changes nothing.

Proceed with your orders.”

“Listen sir, with all due respect,

We're having trouble weeding out the anomalous songs.

The risk of letting the wrong one slip...

These songs are anathema.

Some of these things react like the plague.”

“Our benefactor will wait no longer.”

“The consequences...

Fuck!

I don't want to be remembered for this.”

6. Wring the Beast’s Neck (Solomon Grundy) Featuring Psyco Ra

Let me see your God damn face now!

It's about you! That's all it's ever been about

(Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday

Died on a Sunday, born on a Monday

Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday

Died on a Sunday)

Wring the beast's neck and Break the beast's back

Go back to the Breach to make the beast crack

Beat the beast bruised. Speak the beast fluent

I beat the beast to it. I cheat the beast true

Break the beast's bones. Steal the beast's art

I rip the beast open and eat the beast's heart

I need to be smart. I need to be clever

I need to recharge. I need the beast never

To suspect justice, much less success of this business

Restlessness leads to excess. Let's just get this done with

Couple months in substance burning on the Bunsen

Plugged in yearnin' for utter destruction

Once his functions suffered consumption

Once in the Breach now everybody wants him

No. It's not possible. You can't be here.

Solomon Grundy born on a Monday

Died on a Sunday, Born on a Monday

Solomon Grundy born on a Monday

Died on a Sunday, Born on a Monday

However this happened I'm gonna find a way to fix this

You understand me?

You got out once

Not twice

Never twice

Tell me how they got you here

Up in the morning I'm a zombie

Smoke that sulfur as I brew my coffee

Weave my web I'm Anansi spinning them fancies

Revenant selling that Solomon Grundy

Concerned hermit and vermin is in his breakfast

Exit. Septa pass instead of Lexus

Trek to the mines. My mind is on the next one

Bitter lickspitter, not a hitter than checks him

Mad hatter never had a big hit

Hazardous, quick-witted, ravenous gift

Kick raps for a minute still can't fathom his shit

Make rap take a bath in the Lazarus Pit

The pit bumping my voice hoarse

And you been thumping a toy horse

Sore losers front and fake

As they stray from the course

And if you want a taste

Get it straight from the source

(Solomon Grundy born on a Monday

Died on a S)

This is a game!

Solomon Grundy born on a Monday

Died on a Sunday, born on a Monday

Solomon Grundy born on a Monday

Died on a Sunday, born on a Monday

(Solomon Grundy born on a Monday

Died on a Sunday, born on a Monday

Solomon Grundy born on a Monday

Died on a Sunday, born on a Monday

Solomon Grundy born on a Monday

Died on a Sunday, born on a Monday

Solomon Grundy born on a Monday

Died)

Then they've already won

Born on the runway

Told there’s just one way

Drive-thrus till sunset

Well that’s what some say

Can’t wait till Sunday?

Lord knows why

Redeemed of the sins he’ll commit again on Monday

Mendacious ‘cause of fallacious priests

So he seeks voraciousness to escape Greece

Sheesh, these streets of Crete?

Labyrinthine

Just a means to meet the beast, Ra

So he offroads to avoid the leashes

Tryna iron out my chronometer’s creases

Jesus! They wanna know his tricks

But he ain’t like the cliques

So he rolled down I-76

And he ain’t looked back

Lest he turn to salt and they ain’t worth that

Watch him fade to black

Hammer and nail, tooth and claw

He will start from scratch.

Scratch Scratch Scratch

Revenant selling that Solomon Grundy

Born on Scratch a Monday

Died Died Died

Died on a Solomon

Solomon Solomon Solomon Scratch

Selling that Solomon Grundy Scratch

Born on a Monday, Died on a Sunday

Solomon Solomon Solomon Scratch

Selling that Solomon Solomon Solomon

Selling that Solomon Grundy Scratch

And I'm only here because of you!

I'm gonna get you out of here

(No worries

No worries worries)

Then you'll never leave this island

7. Haunted by the Skeleton Featuring Voss

I spent a long time thinking I would take off

Feeling like a kingpin dealing. It won’t take long

Stay calm when I struggle to scrape on

But forget about the ceiling gotta make songs

When I get to feeling like Jesus in a Ye song

Butcher I’m a cut it up with feeling and I stay gone

Give in to the villain in the mirror and I play on

Tryna keep my eye on the money: Freemason

Looking for a better way to pay my bills

Looking for a better way to keep my chill

Looking for a better way to be myself

I’ll take my L for the minute with the hand I’m dealt

Belt from the middle but I riddle a lot

I’m a sucker for the fiddle little time that I’ve got

To convince em that Achiles heel is something I’m not

Fill the well in which I’m swimming till I rise to the top

If you got a beat tape out let me get it then

If you got a dark beat on it I’m a kill it then

If I got a song in me I’ma sell it then

Just to get your mixtape haunted by the skeleton

If you got a beat tape out let me get it then

If you got a dark beat on it I’m a kill it then

If I got a song in me I’ma sell it then

Just to get your mixtape haunted by the skeleton

I keep my money where my mouth. I’m a gentleman

Never leave the house and still I stay elegant

Putting mixtapes out they ain’t relevant

Just take your anger out on the skeleton

Penning these fables I feel like Aesop

Chained to the table it ain’t no cakewalk

And I’m able to make that bass talk

A stranger who came here to speak that napalm

Speak that beat the speed bag

Real facts screech a mean track

The beast lacks reason and tact

Relax feel the feedback

Got a beat tape out lemme get it

If you got a dark beat I’ll wreck it

Ya got me lookin' to feed

Going back to the Breach

Whatever keeps me on the record

If you got a beat tape out let me get it then

If you got a dark beat on it I’m a kill it then

If I got a song in me I’ma sell it then

Just to get your mixtape haunted by the skeleton

If you got a beat tape out let me get it then

If you got a dark beat on it I’m a kill it then

If I got a song in me I’ma sell it then

Just to get your mixtape haunted by the skeleton

Yo, bad to the bone gristle

Can it be that this is all so simple?

I mean this shit is taking candy from a baby

And baby, this genetic my whole family is crazy

One bad son of a shotgun

I hung around the cowards just to learn that I'm not one

So tell me little buddy who you tryna scare?

Cock my double barrel while the crabs hide in theirs

When did they turn art into content?

They make a little money and forgot what it all meant

They selling you a dream and then they saying it's God sent

I'm a breath of fresh air, homey, how could I not vent?

But let me stop the preachy behavior

Y'all in need of a savior

I just need me a chaser

I just need me some paper

That could by me out of hell again

More than skin deep, boy

Bad to the skeleton

Bad Bad to the skeleton

Bad to the skeleton

Bad Bad to the skeleton

Bad to the skeleton

Bad Bad to the skele the skele

Bad to the skeleton

If you got a beat tape out let me get it then

If you got a dark beat on it I’m a kill it then

If I got a song in me I’ma sell it then

Just to get your mixtape haunted by the skeleton

If you got a beat tape out let me get it then

If you got a dark beat on it I’m a kill it then

If I got a song in me I’ma sell it then

Just to get your mixtape haunted by the skeleton

You knew that about me?

You think you hit bottom, Rick?

You have no idea how far this goes, do you?

You think you're bad?

You think you got a demon inside of you?

(You think you got a demon inside of you?)

You don't even know what that means

(Know what that means)

8. Ouroboros

We keep the beasts barely chained

Made to order they’re self contained

Whips and ropes not far behind

A little quid pro quo not hard to find

Bit and choked by our design

We slit our throats to mark the time

Stitch 'em closed to mar the hides

Ouroboros all down the line

Give me the wage I’ll overwork

Dig up my grave to sow the dirt

We lay awake to slay the worm

This worthless shame that we deserve

And in our turn as we decay

Our demons fester every day

Never welcome they remain

Until we set them all ablaze

Ouroboros all down the line

I closed the loop I took my pill

Lost all touch with my windmills

I flew the coop while standing still

To learn I couldn't get my fill

There I am my rawest nerve

Just to stand on solid dirt

I’ll bend and toil on every word

Until I find what he is worth

We look our ghosts in the face

It’s hard to show and it’s hard to take

Balk at first and I’ll fall behind

Salt the earth and I’ll start the climb

Bitter quotes to mark the tides

Fill our home to parse the lies

We go for broke. It’s no sober toast

We overdose on ouroboros

Ouroboros all down the line

Ouroboros ouroboros

Ouroboros all down the line

9. Legend Featuring Harrowgrove

He keep a stutter in his step, too much gutter bin in his breath

And I’m a huddled nervous wreck until the server brings the check

I been putting em in their place as I muddle through conversations

Now face it the beast slamming down slanted lamentations

If you’re sated by speech slangin' I’ll tell you the chief slaying it

Kiss his feet and keep hating no debating it

Bait and switch flows kicks clothes and they got me

Hate to pick roles got the ghost getting cocky

When these bros think Poe see the poem as a hobby

Nah the beast bleeds hot coals and coffee

Got me papi? Now there’s no excuses

Useless worthless when the search is fruitless

Got that rust rap music that’ll knock you toothless

Give ‘em his dues kid cause his words is ruthless

Takes a man to make a king

What’s a king without his crown?

Turn a man into a legend legend legend legend now

Takes a man to make a king

What’s a king without his crown?

Turn a man into a legend legend legend legend now

Everything I do

And you hold on to

Everything you strive to be

And if what I do

You can't see me through

You can be the one to go

I've been here and I've been there

You know that I'll never care

All the things that I have seen

Is the thing that you would know

All the same things that we see

All those cliches, tried to be

All the time will still be runnin' runnin' runnin' out on you

I speak fluent I’m doing it for the rush

Bang the tools truer than two of you could’ve touched

Keep his blues. Judas keep his moolah on the hush

Are your scopes broken need a moment to adjust?

Ready to make a move do you get it I’m breaking through

Took a minute to get it straight, but I did it so take two

I make music, fake druid with great tunes

I aim true as hell, the pain will abate soon

The beast croons feeling lucid as hell

I got a brain full of rumors I maneuver to sell

I got a vile and cracked tumor in my future as well

From the bile and black humors that I use in my spells.

Blue blooded ghoul running the flock

Dude suffer fools not and they must’ve forgot

I don’t know why the cold demon sold me this plot

But I’ll keep on hoping for the fever to drop

Takes a man to make a king

What’s a king without his crown?

Turn a man into a legend legend legend legend now

Takes a man to make a king

What’s a king without his crown?

Turn a man into a legend legend legend legend now

Fled from hell to the belly of the beast

Never well rested he seldom sleeps

Sleep is for the wicked with their liquor to keep

They ain't know he was a fiend till they dance with the Breach

10. Cold Steel Machine

I’m a cold steel machine, I’m a Wormtooth

Now you better figure out, where you’re going to turn to

I get ghost to feed the Breach in my work shoes

Just to get in bed with the devil that cursed you

I’m a cold steel machine, I’m a Wormtooth

Now you better figure out, where you’re going to turn to

I get ghost to feed the Breach in my work shoes

Just to get in bed with the devil that cursed you

Get this, I got death at my six

Never feeling sentimental, never even legit

I had stress that I had to put to bed real quick

I had to dance with the devil just to make my exit

Existence flawed but at least I’m dope

Persistent scar on the beast I woke

It’s a distant spark to release my smoke

So just listen hard to this beat I wrote

I’m a dead man. Never tread gentle with the deadpan

Flame with the right, get right with my left hand

Aim for the best, but I’m better when the rest lands

The dust settles and I lay with the best plans

Skulls crosses and seamstress stitches

And I missed the feast, but it kept me vicious

Bow down at the feet to get blessed by witches

As I earn my keep just to burn my bridges

I’m a cold steel machine, I’m a Wormtooth

Now you better figure out, where you’re going to turn to

I get ghost to feed the Breach in my work shoes

Just to get in bed with the devil that cursed you

I’m a cold steel machine, I’m a Wormtooth

Now you better figure out, where you’re going to turn to

I get ghost to feed the Breach in my work shoes

Just to get in bed with the devil that cursed you

No longer will I play dead

Hide my worth in the basement

Fed on dirt till I turn blue

I’m a cold steel machine, I’m a Wormtooth

No longer will I play dead

Hide my worth in the basement

Fed on dirt till I turn blue

I’m a cold steel machine, I’m a Wormtooth

No longer will I play dead

Hide my worth in the basement

Fed on dirt till I turn blue

I’m a cold steel machine, I’m a Wormtooth

No longer will I play dead

Hide my worth in the basement

Fed on dirt till I turn blue

I’m a cold steel machine, I’m a Wormtooth

No longer will I play dead

Hide my worth in the basement

Fed on dirt till I turn blue

I’m a cold steel machine, I’m a Wormtooth

Wormtooth would like to thank the people who made this album possible:

keen, Agnes Kline, Sean Bombz, Digital Fiend, Anomie Fatale, ostubash, Ezekiel Crow, Drama B, Ron Swerdon, Rob Lindgren, Jeremy Fehon, Psyco Ra, Elissa Janelle Velveteen, Joules Hill, Mike Voss, E1 Beats, Harrowgrove, Kelly Smith, Emily Paige Townsend, Liv Gusmano, Greg Boyd, Garrett Fehon, Jeff Benkert, Rynn Ailes, Joy MacMillan, Anjelique Rivera, The Black Tapes, Tanis, The SCP Foundation, The Blair Witch Project, Marble Hornets, The Ring, and of course the Man in the Long Coat.