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Early '16

by Jinerik

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I Can't Even 02:07
Cold shoulders, golden folders of silent cold war, fucking smell the folgers, feel the smolter from the tip of my tongue, I done told her a million times, silly am I, killing my mind, with filthy m.o, but still tmi, with everything. Sending hate to the ventriloquist act I tend to hack a lung pretending wake is the only option because sleep is heavyweight. Hemingway the way I'm stemming from, lemme wait. Wait for what? The taste of what? The taste of failure, I can't make this up. I taste the blunt state that we stay in once the fade has faded away at once, face the front. I can't. Fuck it I faked it once, I can fake again, I can fake a friend. Fuck you I can't fake amends, amen to the trade that stay undid. Undo the day in and day out routine a day again. Repeat cycle, keep your preteen psycho shit at the door while I walk this beedy tight rope. No amusement in the usage of my lineage when blood is pouring out perfucious, losing myself like its deuces to my state of mind. I dated enough to say I'm light hearted with major issues, like I'm feint inside. The taste that you laid on mine, Marlboro menthol and a case of Light. I can taste it now, how much time am I wasting now? Face my faceless frown to blank spaces. Wow. I should write this down. I moved on, like I always do. All this blue I pour dissolves into my all for you, for all I do. I should call a truce between my heavy heart and my demolished youth. They're at odds, but I can't even. I know could spring away in the AM, but I'll just fall for you again in the evening.
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take titles from the bible, tell me divine idols think that I live vile. I'm self entitled, sitting on idle, as a wino hornier than a rhino. White Russians white tight cushions, I'm crushing but I'm pushing rope. sorry Ms May I, I couldn't my mic epps like Dede, taking e like epsilon hair strands way, way, way away rabbit run rabid, Bin Laden bomb. Boom. False flag on the field, take it ten yards back kid. Jinny J's raps ignite jet fuel burn these bars jagged, melt em down like plastic that's why these Barbie dolls tend to bend backwards for a chance to get their lips all over my chapstick Burt better mind his bees wax when wax be all over the B but i don't smoke weed if the CPD asks
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well either way I lean or sway I seem to stay put and teeter till I tip do a flip, hit the ground running hoping I don't slip beats the pain of living off of tips, like catching heat inside the fucking freezing rain I met a lady named Elaine elated by my pain lately. namely when I laid this message pressed against her safety I said her Heavens heavy and that Hades hates us all for heaven's sake and Heaven's just a fucking flake fly to the horizon all you find is outer space no air. no one there but death and despair. glass half full I see some room to stretch my hands fuck it if my wingspans tear. yeah yeah. that's the dream, but all you want is gas and lean straight gasoline for your ass to fiend grab your hazmat gask masks and squeeze tight grasp for me, I'm the only o2 left. save your breath this is the last fresh gasp your ass could breathe.

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released December 21, 2016

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Caveman the Moose tracks 1,2, 3, 5
Unkle Slump track 4
Chris Ruben track 6

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Jinerik Chicago, Illinois

Jinny J Petey Parks Mannykin Skywalker

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