I got the gameplan for ya! Waste, man! (break
conditioning) Take to fuckin' space, man! (Get
high) Boy, you suckers really get my goat with
that 'opening' horseshit! (Sev prefers headlining
live shows) Horror on their moors! No ghosts in
the porcelain (Sevs demons are at bay) or order
in the force! (anarchy is afoot) Now, we just
take life. (recruit Meat) Tell your bitch, 'hit
the strip, get the grip (money) and throw the
shit back like Bayside High in the 90's. AC
Slater!' (Saved By the Bell referenece) With
these rhymes, she can make me paper! (Sev employs
women in relationships to sell his music for him)
Haters, what you fuckin' know of my agenda? Not
a damn thing, so, don't even pretend to! Flow of
the century, this is sick stuff! When I hit my
freeze, (live show stunt) guarantee I get my dick
sucked by your bitch, huh? Trip and get your
frickin' ribs bent up. My niggas'll put them tips
(fight) on they who's blarin' out they lips, cuz!
This is vicious. Sinners put they chips up.
Stressin' it like sex on ancient stairs.
(ignorance)
Pit these pieces into place for me! (spread Sev's
art in all ways) Further my agenda!
Sick deeds teach us simple plays, ok. (Sev learns
from man-made tragedies) Further my agenda.
Shmorgis (variety) died in an organized buzzsaw.
(The corrupt music industry) Such raw rhymes
grease Coraline's (underage animated film
character) cunt. Call her agent! Cut a deal,
blame it on the liquor, boy! (Sev acredits his
attraction to young women on his alcoholism)
Playin' with a sicker toy in the main den.
(Sev is succeeding in the face of evil)
Brainstems, breakin' em. In lamens, I'm taking
'em down, so give a pound and escape. (Sev wants
respect, but does not like prolonged interactions
with anyone) Asian faces, I'm so damn baked, it's
astoundin'! Poundin' the pavement (heavy bass)
with the sound king zedrock! (zombie hop) I'm out
of dollars, all I need's golden. (Sev warns
the death of the US dollar) Roll up on you
smokin' and ash it on your nose. (Sev is
confrontational) Rap is on the ropes, and I'm
servin' cuddy bodyshots. & until my toddy's hot,
I'm bashin' all the clones! (Sev's success will
rule out bad music) Line it up, seek a finely cut
savior! (do cocaine) Live enough to read about it
in the paper! Shrouded in the gray fur (wardrobe)
cocky like a Laker. Sake's in her bra. Which one
should I waste (consume) first?
credits
from DeadicateD,
track released November 4, 2011
all music written, produced, recorded, mixed, & mastered by Evan Ellis (SevidemiC) for SickMindMedia.
supported by 4 fans who also own “An Agenda Singed”
I cannot believe Hopsin, G-Eazy, and Inf Gang are all on this masterpiece! So much filthy freshness it’s unreal. Is this a fever dream?? Cause god I hope not! juggalo4real