Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep
With that one, two, three
Yeah, they're counting without me
Predictable trend setter
Here's mine, there's better
He calls it a sharp cheddar
More like a mozzarella cart vendor
No return sender, nowhere the ships out
Leagues at the bottom with the rusty shelf
Don't know where it started, cover the footpath
He used to get car sick, If you ask him he'll just laugh
No dearly departed's, naw he don't need that
Pedal to the carbon a comical relapse
Another species naw kid, to the tarpit, ah shit
Chemical compound relapse boil then bleed black it seems that
We're burning forests, fuck candles at both ends we trample to no end
We break the unbroken, calling to cold kin, hoping they won't win
Watching the world spin back, watch for the fire we splash
Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep
With that one, two, three
Yeah, they're counting without me
Coasting on the coast less, hopeless without cold breath
Big city simple dream, music made keep it clean
Snow sworn northern tree is what they've told me
So I gotta believe
Started where the scars stick
Gets harder as the time ticks
Chartered like the private
A martyr in your mind is keeping track of silence
Held clearly somewhat timeless
A reminder of the vibrant
Cageless like our kind is
Keeping time with lines when
We recite these lies spent
Parted where the cards bend
Outsmarted started fine then
Nostalgia likes to pretend
Pretense prefix held hostage
To the old you, you lost it
Tense tending to tailor made caution
It's caustic, this nonsense made sense but you caught wind
They're calling your conscience
Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep
With that one, two, three
Yeah, they're counting without me
Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep
With that one, two, three
Yeah, they're counting without me
Clean grip, choice is cheap
No wit, disbelief
They slip call it sleep
I was always the black sheep
From Johannesburg, South Africa, terrence? delivers an EP of gorgeous soul and moody hip-hop surrounded atmospheric production. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2022
Recorded at the rapper's Brooklyn apartment during lockdown, this album offers poignant reflections on the uncertain decisions defining the uncharted territory of today's reality. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 21, 2020