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Suprematism EP

by Departure

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Try Again (ft. Saia, Jo$weezy & Elvisious) 05:54
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What's -- We gonna go through a couple of things tonight We gon' go - we gon' party, of course Gonna be some emotional songs We're gon' take it all the way back for y'all Then we gon' keep it in the truest essence of hip hop The battle We gotta keep it in the battle, right, y'all? Y'all ready for that? Alright Let's do it Let me hear y'all! Yeah, yeah It's Departure, bitch Ay, check it, ay, check it, yeah Fuck your black mask in static weather, forever Departure better Bitch, I'm the collector, now pay up your debts Fuck the kindred, fuck your opinions and fuck your penmanship I'd give you a sword but you'd just cut your hands in ignorance It was a miracle you got the ball rolling But I step on stones and I'm loaded, so make sure the burners is toted I'm fishing for gold in the river, rich off a few cents 25 thousand fucking streams and you still can't pay your rent? Bitch please, I've seen thicker green than weed strains This is 9/11, bitch, and I'm flying the fifth plane Scoop the boy in the mayonnaise-colored coup And I'm still showing no mercy like I was motherfucking 2 Chainz I could slap some ripped newspaper on a canvas and I Think you just stare at yourself and you see things This a rap test, dummy, you forgot your pencil This a rap picture, you need to get the fuck out the damn frame Coup d'état, bitch I'm overthrowing the game Under new management, a mercantilist, I'm filling the banks Terminally ill, this shit Krakozhia, so bring out your tanks Cause you can kill me and I'll still get rich like Kate Spade I woke up late and still decided to run the damn game Blunts and vapes, smoke and mirrors stuck in the mainframe Where sour bitches come with limits and an apple bottom Can't fuck with you 'til you pop like the top of a Snapple bottle Said she like my dude, tell her "go get your bag, lady 'Cause anything short of positivity get you castrated" I need cash payments, a couple ranges and some mad placement Building blocks to be a rapper in a failed economy I might just switch to rock and change the landscape through ecology Would've told them "sorry for the wait", told them "sorry for no apology" Time rules everyone but me 'cause I fathered it Don't you bother with no rap game politics I copped some pot in Cabo in the darkness, I ain't have a bit And that ain't even half of it But most of these rappers say less, they end up flopping like a halibut I'm a passive activist that used to drink Activis A classy ratchet kid that they missed before the class dismissed Sassy with the baddest bitch and she call me Simon and Simon says you better clap that shit Drop that ass to the pavement, hold on, I need a standing ovation Not even rising platforms could reach up to my elevation You need a spaceship or something like the Hubble To even see a nigga give you time to burst your bubble, hah? Y’all can’t see the vision, I’m blessing these niggas with my ipenal gland Pyrex and a melting pot, laughing with my blunt in hand You ever felt the feeling of barrel aimed at your cranium? Been through some real shit, but I got plans to rock the stadiums Stop with all the hating shit, you hate-tron You cannot keep on, I’m baba peak strong My verses peak strong, I got the reach on You know you can’t stop it. might as well and go grab a scale Take a pic and then crop it Departure posted an opportunity, I do this shit so smoothily Stacking rocking jewelry, nothing really new to me So just catch me when I’m cooling, turbo spooling, I'm a nuisance Mira pana no me llame if the moneys not included, motherfucker Really with the shits, cause I don’t give a fuck, mothersucker Never sit and rest, I’m always on the road like a trucker Crossing state lines, the grapevine, they lining up, can't waste time My honeys on the FaceTime, I'm working babe, it's game time Me dan ganas de meterte el changon Porque eres maricon, yo te enrollo en blunt Mira parce ya lo hago español Soy el único, el mejor, en la piedra del peñól Y no sube el ascensor El Arrebato no me lo para nadie, canto y me gusta el baile Gatos gatos en mi traje ando por mi porcentaje And that’s that I’ll let it flow like a Karrat tsunami I guarantee ain’t no one that can match up and stop me, nigga Pop a shot at your direction I ain't with the half-stepping, gangster limping, leave impressions Rad legend, mad credit, they don't wanna give flow Cold temperatures go negative, legend-slash-pessimist Existential regiments indefinite, but I'm just getting settled in Bend and split my presence with the females Got 27 emails, I'll forward y'all the details I'm wherever weed sells, named my chopper D-12 Hit you with a dirty dozen if you try that corner cutting Why you fronting, what it is? Tell me really, what's the biz CEO of Fuck-a-Bitch, I'm blowing smoke, she blow a kiss Lowkey still high as shit, and highkey still hiding strips Beneath my tongue and spit acid at your favorite bracket Hide my face inside my jacket, looking like a bad reaction I can't help it if I felt it in my body, mind and spirit I can't dwell in what I dealt with, so I probably won't go near it In the rear is what I leave behind, in front of me this dream of mine Devil always parallel to the angel on my side Might be running out of time, you'll find out when I finish lines So meet me at the finish line, misfits, I'm in sync with mine Like dirty dishes, soaking in the moment 'til we get our shine On posse cuts, still doubled up and give them what's been on my mind Find me on a feeble grind, max keeble with a 9 Big moves is still the vibe, game changed since they wanna RICO slime Looking like you 20-19 'Cause they afraid to come outside, bullets like a virus So you ain't gotta have a mask to slide, I ain't letting nothing slide Wild Bill won't never die, as so long as I been still alive It's the time, I need to take my time and take what's mines Tell me if you smell it 'cause the essence always been divine Success stench coming from the trench where I often spend my time So long as failure calls I'mma press decline And say so long before the option dies
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Peasant in Field (ft. Lil Figurative) 03:58
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When I'm heat-seeking, it's fire rising Come up from the risers, I'mma Spit this meek preach to a fire hydrant I'm hydrated, not annihilated, I'm like Saia, need some mad placement Covered with big hands, Guayasamin faces I'm wiping tears and counting time to a Samba beat It's the Lord that I'd love to meet, but not sure which one's for me, uh Maybe believing in Buddha make me believe in God or Hare Krishna, alaikum alaikum salaam or I can stand tall like the early tirthankara The leaders of small people whom their culture was more than borrowed, uh See, it's more than just religion to me Knees in the gravel, now not even life is free But it's what you make it, do something, ensure that you are proud of it Daddy said I put you in this world, I can take you out of it I can take you out The house of hip-hop built on foundations of oxygen The nothing-to-something mantra, common as the name Johnathan Commoners don't commander the outcomes, it's the option All consequence to be decided by collective conscience Me and Departure the new Hardy Boys, mix your tears with Arnold Palmer Lock myself behind concrete just to block the noise I embody many things that make a cop annoyed You not employed, my job is delivering messages across the void I'd do you like they did the 8-track, but that's not how we play More rhymes than feral stray cats in any alleyway 'Cause from the bottom to the sales tax, I've mastered the game While underneath, you still James Gatz from back in the day The day I buy a Maybach, the driver will crash on the way I'm a dog, just trapped in the rain, a Baskerville stray My future putting racks in the safe, imagine that Clones come with caveats, panthers turn to tabby cats You isn't rap if you ain't challenging an institute Stick and move, I drown you in your own bitches' brew Sharpest tool, I'm at the point that y'all still tryna' whittle to My life an iceberg, and it'll split your ship in two The smell of rubbing alcohol and gasoline Son, would you please kindly pass the weed? Few man of thee sloshed and lost their seed Enslaved thinking's what you thought, but I'm a part of free-thinking philosophy Commonly a commoner will tear down an institute Filled with residue and books paged with faux-Friedrich Nietzsche ink Tears fallen from eyes blinked, clinks from enslaved famished thighs Run like blue-covered lines to cornered precincts I'm a hoarder of knowledge, cut corners, airbend over tsunamis I've got 99 and none are indictments of violence I'm squashing the titans with a pebble like I'm eyeing Goliath Through the scope of Remington, boy I'll be sniping your eyelids Snip-snip-snippity, I put the icing on the soliloquoy Dove through text files with a hint of some brilliancy It's the chivalry of a man who admits to his bigotry Theory of a scapegoat, first part of a trilogy It's Departure, bitch
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Victory Over the Sun (ft. Jorden) 03:44
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I'm no stranger to a dictionary Diary of mad men could be a motherfucking visionary Gleeful, overjoyed boisterious dancing by the void Sunya, retardeds make lacuna or what bullets'll do to ya Junya Watanabe on the beat Hand a man a fish, you'll see he's a wannabe on the beat Wanna be me but can't be more than a shit-filled bowl Wish in one hand looking for gold, man that's a shitful Eat my ass and get full of shit, glazing On paraphernalia gazing At shoes through the window Got dyslexia reading the sign like it's Santo Domingo Pachinko, let's read a quote from Benedict Anderson A new means of communication is not simply a language Fingers touch fine fabric, your boy hardly party Hate to break it to you but you were misled by Marcus Garvey I envy ennui, could be the next captain of Ruby Yacht They should have my shit played in campus speakers of Julliard, but I'm hardly Judy Tied up in ivy vines, embezzled without a fine A rebel without a life living under a turnpike Birds strike from the call of the moth-covered mockingbird Writing plays from the theatre of the absurd Words write on the paper for the weed like manners maketh man It ain't hard to understand, it ain't hard to understand It ain't hard to understand, it ain't hard to understand I'm synthesizing sounds of nylon, colorless furfuran (x2) If I can't forget yesterday, I'll just skip tomorrow Pills getting hard to swallow, I'd be down to drown my sorrows Whiskeys, seven 7s, 14 days a week My eyes getting misty when I speak I'm never reaching my peak, uh Pass me my keys, passing high speeds Planting my seeds of doubt in the minds of people I need And now they want me to stay but not surprised when I leave Promise to change, but I got more smoke in my sleeve Past tense, never learned to fold a bad hand but now I'm past that Luck is getting better, call my fortune on the NASDAQ I was dead and buried, but they brought me back, insomniac I won't sleep until I see the future like an almanac Slaughter tracks, blood up on your starter cap Day drinking, so I was pondering like where the parties at? My vices and stresses follow me to the ends of the earth Feelings ain't worth this kind of struggle, I'm in need of rebirth Or maybe I'm in need of death, sold my soul so many times that I'm in spiritual debt And I've had visions of the end, blood, sweat and tears as I'm losing my breath The darkness spreads, get out of my head I leave it all up on the page, rage from my self-destructional ways It's either that or meet my fate with a gauge I'm on a rampant display to all dismay, filet the clay for a couple cents of my pay It makes no sense, as I continue my day Words write on the paper for the weed like manners maketh man It ain't hard to understand, it ain't hard to understand It ain't hard to understand, it ain't hard to understand I'm synthesizing sounds of nylon, colorless furfuran (x2)
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A Rapper's Dichotomy (ft. Hoodie Hilltop) 03:51
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What did rule #6 say? (x3) Who are you to tell me what I ought to be? Who are you to tell me what to see? What is it that you expect from me? Black or white, it's all part of a rapper's dichotomy And regardless of race, we all still participate Climbing toward Babel's pyramid schemes An endless discovery to Yahweh or whomever it may be But yet cowardice at sight of archangel rings Gong go the bells from John's song A letter to family, I've heard many, but many have heard it wrong True story like set Final, drums heard from the tribal It's a child with a train, back and forth, playing on the Lionel And with a pen, I have etched these writings in paper like the vinyl And with a pen you could say I bleed like vaginal, vaginal I'm careful with the words of tangible, it's actual Ling Ling sitting on the swing of capsules That's a new generation in your hands son, what's your plan, son? The pressure got to him He hid in Ted Kaczynski's cabin locked in boxes with a box in it like Lupe Fiasco said Don't wanna get stuck like 90 angle on a truck bed The beloved are dead, and when it's only you, who will paint the painting? Who will tell our family's story when war eventually never changes? Who will remember Tio and Tia with a swansong And who will put roses on my grave when I'm just a brick in the wall? Who are you to tell me what I ought to be? Who are you to tell me what to see? This pen gets bloody, I wrote my sacrifice I've had my lowest nights and promised myself I won't have it twice Thinking about my death so much I almost manifested it But I love my life so much that I would die just to protect this shit I love it when they hate me, a little less when I'm respected I hate when I'm embraced, a little bit more when I'm rejected Recording verses early morning, storming thoughts at breakfast Performing for myself, I'm tryna form a cordless friendship Dismissing Christmas and holidays for work life An instant abyss of missing sight to see the pyre's light Fuck I gotta do to make you realize I'm the greatest? Ain't no game of names or faking famous faces on the playlist My struggling's seen as a required trait Even getting, even keeping balance, walk the wire straight Season over season, need a reason why I'm crying over Leaving how I'm leaving while I try defying my own fate I wanna sleep but I am wide awake Ignorance is bliss, I'd rather fingertips are missing Than to point at laugh at someone as their life is crashing into flames I'm not gon' lie, the fire's beautiful as Looking into Heaven's gates or Mia Goth's bootyhole And if you ask me, that's the same place And if I get the chance, I'm tryna fly until my face embrace it On and off of meds, the meditation makes me stay sane Blue shell of hell embellished, tell 'em it's a great race Nervous up in 1st and feeling safer back in 8th place Either way I hit the finish line Winning sinners tryna' make it back to mine for dinner time Chinese take out on Devil's night What you talking about is everything that I would never like
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Savo's Song 02:56
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(Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time, and y'all have knocked her up) Yo, yo Ahuh (Are you listening?) For the first 11 years, you were out of my life Momma was smiling, she wylin' Our family always had a missing piece, we never could find it And while you never could fit, it stuck like glue I was a kid, I didn't understand your re-appearance What good would it do if I knew? And I celebrated that core memory Family reunion, spaghetti westerns on the bunk bed I played poor melodies I'm sure I made a bad first impression with the rest of them Knowing what I know now, I would've stopped it then But I'm grateful for the past and what time that I did have with you And now everyone else is gone too, it's true, it's true I'm glad I had the patience to make money off of computers Instead of being the next big, hot block shooter Life is the judge and death is the prosecutor I could be the mainframe if I- (What the fuck?) I want the smell of thumb-covered hose concrete washes The years of my childhood where days were often so thoughtless I'm losing it now like life was never a promise I'm saying goodbye to the grandma's house clothes washes Jacksonville beach where I was washed ashore Songs in the key of life on my mental Troubadour piano Strange way of my family like we was more than peasants Quick to react when the name of my mother was mentioned Focused on accountability but your account ain't built yet Focused on holes in the concrete. not the county building Focused on them beaucoup payments, who's signing the checks Pool of toxic culture justified by a lack of respect Eyes and ears on you once the register opens Only a calmed down crowd if the weed is potent My knees growing, I'm trapped in the ocean Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions (It's a revolution)

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Suprematism EP

Recorded, Mixed & Mastered between May - November 2023

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released December 15, 2023

Producer: Departure (1-5)
Producer: Jasmine Smoke (2)
Producer: SAVO (2, 5)
Producer: Elm Maxell (3, 4)
Additional Producer: Jian Addelle (1)
Mixing Engineer: Departure (1-5)
Mastering Engineer: Departure (1-5)
Vocal Engineer: Vernie In Hell (4)
Vocals, Rap: Saia (1)
Vocals, Rap: Jo$weezy (1)
Vocals, Rap: Elvisious (1)
Vocals, Rap: Lil Figurative (2)
Vocals, Rap: Jorden (3)
Vocals, Rap: Hoodie Hilltop (4)

Front & Back Cover Art by Departure

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Departure Austin, Texas

Departure is a plunderphonics, hip-hop, & sound collage artist based in Austin, TX.

He has had experience in music since he was 3 years old, and as a 16 year-old producer, he has amassed an impressive catalogue of works in music manipulation & composition. ... more

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