EVERYTHING RAVAGED.

EVERYTHING BURNED

THE MASTERMINDS IN WORDS AND PICTURES

oh please, let it rain today. this citys so filthy.

like my mind in ways, what you dont know today might kill you tomorrow.
painting abstract brush strokes, kicked up dust chokes, upper west side stay broke every day. soak fruit in a
fine sangria, drinking wine by the liter, in a shaped carafe, world of witchcraft. going too fast for myself,
missed more than i think i can remember, another lonely winter. centered at the corner, standing on the
verge of getting it on, either that or getting it wrong. now im unbroken, sun golden. draft a letter to my future self then unwrote it. left it spinning on the table with just one totem (one totem). you now belong to the
invisible world. and its go time, go now, brand nub, slow down. duck down no sound. drunk clown show
down. low brow miller time, when i rhyme sinners shine. crimes intellectual, heretical, and sexual. shots flying, tots crying, these are trying times. robots are dying, truth hides behind the fire lines. fight club, false
prophet, eyes closed, cant stop it. wishing for a better day, erasing all those yesterdays.
oh please, let it rain today. this citys so filthy.
like my mind in ways, what you dont know today might kill you tomorrow.
am i lost in the dream is this as real as it seems? i gotta wake up my sanity break up. rage against the machine scheme. thats got a lien on my soul, the fee to the invisible world. that's why i roll with a few crews
thats how i do. to stay among the who's who that never lose. don't ever have to prove true just do what i do.
cause i'm me and they get it, they don't even sweat it. but some times they forget that i'm even with them, get
out of hand and treat me like an invisible man. but sometimes i aint gotta say word wave my finger my
dudes swarm like angry birds. but once i get them started, i can't ever stop them. it gets retarded someone always calls the cops in. i wonder why my dudes won't listen to me, when they're speaking to me, they act like
im not even there. or they stare in the air and say my name with swear or a tear pour their liquor and don't
share. that's weird like a nigga disappeared. but i'm right here in this invisible world.
oh please, let it rain today. this citys so filthy.
like my mind in ways, what you dont know today might kill you tomorrow.

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talking about cashout (cashout) with no chips

the rain beats down on the west side highway, stuck in traffic on a friday. thinking why there, so
many god damned people in this god forsaken city? then thats silly! cause i just answered my
own question, a better one i reckon is why the hell do i still live here? panic attack. cant breath,
cause lately all i ever seem to think about is breathing. chest heaving. just leaving. jets season.
lets reason. another penny down the well and its hopeless, feeling out of place like im homeless. chloe dancer, romancer, crown of thorns. mother loved you, old scorned lover mourns. i
never thought id write these words to you. im talking you, of all people. once equal. one sequel.
twice shy. i text a message of a bedtime lullaby. and then a moth ate my sweater. so symbolic of a
gesture of our better life together. and the weather turned to rain, together turned to pain, severed at the vein, never finally came. like the name unspoken, token for the train tracking memories thats unbroken.
talking about cashout (cashout) with no chips
give me your money please i stick up for my seeds. i'm growing a money tree like my nuts come
out green. maybe a hundred gs will give me room to breathe. but really from what i see a billion
is what i need. when i get it i'll burn some in the air, won't regret it. cause money will burn your
soul for nothing if you let it. like these thugs on the block getting shot just for credit. while the
boss pay the cost for the life to be deaded. yeah i said it like i meant it you broke then forget it. develop a money fetish no time to be jealous. the 1% only give us debt for our kids. so who am i trying to kid its hard just to live. 99% and the rich are one. if you have money problems i feel bad
for you son. 99% and the rich are 1. if you have money problems then bust your gun.. blow!!! til
freedom come, yeah anyway y'all just gon' run. so better get a 9 to 5 and get funds. cause it ain't
no fun if you ain't got none. time changed and the game is done. yall player players better raise
your sons and daughters and nieces and nephews. time to cash out better buy a clue.

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new york i love you but youre bringing me down. but i aint leaving from this town.
night visions. summertime trips for nightswimming, with a michael stipe backpack, rem flashback. the renegade dissatisfied with the status quo. paint a picture in the rain, pain let it go. 1993, senior year at hunter
high, where all the guys were horny, the girls were mad high. lounging in the courtyard, chilling after school,
bdp on walkman, pssh you know the rules.pops he never suffered fools, its a trait that i relate to. if youre
dumb as nails, probabilities i hate you. a song that i can skate to, never skate myself. i was the b-ball playing,
putting trophies on the shelf. when i write i try to delve way deep into my psyche but at surface i stay a fan of
big booties and nikes drunk sitting poolside. pissing in the gene pool got myself some black frames just so i
can seem cool i tend to think like magic. try to eat organic. lifes an open highway, ive been stuck in traffic
im hopeless and romantic. not hopelessly romantic theres a different and its subtle your rebuttal just semantics complicated dance moves. blood on the dance floor hanged from the debt ceiling. what could you ask
for listening to screaming trees. see im at ease like a radiohead fan site, we dope? yeah you damn right.
new york i love you.
youre bringing me down (me down)
but i aint leaving from this town (oh no!)
but im drunk. and youre insane.
whos guiding us to this train
maybe it aint me. it aint me
it aint me. it ain't me
hard for some to sympathize with a new york state of mind. our city so gritty the dirt has buried so many lies.
skyscrapers over burial grounds of the people that built this town. gentrify us cause moneys always bias
can't pull the race card nigger, get a credit card quicker get your limit bigger cause its six or seven figures
just to get a piece of the pie. often wonder why i was born ny seen some friends die seen some friends fly away
for a brighter day i cannot blame 'em if the parades caught in rain i might just do same for now i'll just remain. yeah i'm stuck here in the mecca of the microphone checkers and dj spinning records like the breakers
break the set up and the bombers tagging letters of the names of their gangs and their crews where they hang
its a new york thing just to do your thing and wherever you go people copy what you bring. some many cut
and paste to have a flavor taste mix a thick hoodrat with white collar rat race laced with nino brown. watch
it take you down to a place you may not want to stay around see i love and i hate it may be overrated but ny is
the place where i made it.

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i admit it. once or twice i hit it. not drugs i get my high from rhythm. one love 2 or 3 misses adjust the
aim a bit knock off your fitted. one shot the game is all i got. yeah i'm born to rock not dying on the
block. i'm dying on yacht when i'm old enough to rot while a fine young honey riding on my cock a little
overboard throw me overboard cause if my life is dry then i'm not on board. took the red pill cause i got
bored then took the blue pill just to fuck the world. then i met rudy a cutie with a booty. a beautiful
mind that read between lines she had a tattoo that said the world is mind m-i-n-d too bad she's
loony.
banks gone bust. bills way past the due date. which one to pay? flip a coin like its two face. valuables
in a suitcase. washcloth and a tube full of toothpaste. rudys got a pistol make the press blow the whistle. process and dismissal. generation lost. but im an outcast. im completely aware of my compass.
and i hate my job. but it pays the bills. mom kills kid. mom gets a book deal. i guess it pays to kill. news
clash news flash. but the whole nation missed it. as they watch tv. why watch reality when you can live
it? well maybe its just me.

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i got major spit like giants lips goliath hits. deep shit like colonic kits. a partial mix of anarchist and
patriot. i'm part ghandi part henry the fifth. won't snitch won't plead the fifth. cause i say what i want.
underground nut with a mainstream dick. don't get me pissed ill leak you like r kelly flicks. somehow
you get it and you end up wet. my bucket list aint finished yet, i must admit. i want a milli in casino
chips. who wanna bet? took some dips in shallow chicks. got deep throat from a psychic bitch. street
pharmacist my lines are hits. you know the pitch. no strikes trying to ball till i'm rich. check my kicks.
hot like some sweat shop ladies. got me moving fly like bugs on starving babies. ain't life crazy? can't
die lazy. nothings fair except the toll i bridge gaps pay me. mouths to feed make you move at god speed.
and sacrifice your wants to get what u need
sleepwalking. day dreaming.
in the time of chimpanzees i was a monkey. butane in my veins so i'm out to cut the junkie. im a loser, a
dirtbag a flunky. requiem for a dream on boardwalks thats funky. in a fake empire liars strike back.
half awake making pies in the pie shack. literary masterpiece j.d. salanger. literary master thief like liz
salander. hissy fit, hypocrite, sipping on a juicy juice. 5 3 on tippy tips hips send me through the roof.
no test, mr lif, take a whiff, take a pull. class is out baby all the pretty ladies in the pool. left her spike
jonezen for the way i put the bones in. correction left her franzen freedom of her pants and. isnt this
romantic? self shot masterpiece. hipstamatic, instagram, futuristic telegram. here i am. r-a-w. the
names kimani here to bring trouble to. a crawling philosopher, the red gossamer. duck dodgers stuffed
garters fuel for the gossipers

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gotta love it, see folks cuddling in public. kissing and hugging even rubbing. a rumble in the jungle
of hormones. bubbling from heat. where the horny got horns on. stumbling. their feet, tripping on
their soul mates physique. and unique qualities that match what they seek. they feel geeked. so complete. but what happens after the first few weeks? fight after fight. night after night. day in day out.
who wrong? who right? what happened to the passion? this aint lasting. we used to laugh and
smash all the time until we gasping. remember how the sun shined when we would ask it? the flowers were brighter, but now theyre plastic. i cant mask it. i need some aspirin. whats up with all
the late night question asking? lets go back to late night drinks and dancing. rolling rain forest,
high romancing. roll play in the bed porn star acting. directors cut unedited head blasting. instead
of heading to dead ends and crashes. lets find a way to fly high and get pass this. im down for whatever way is the fastest. i want to return to our life fantastic.
welcome to the life fantastic. post romantic. love life dressed in plastic.
midnight. wine bar. fortune in my pocket saying find god. alligator playing on the ipod. old love,
heartache, at the city middle. weird memories of you pissing on the griddle. love lost, heartbreak,
drum fill, beat break. like the real thing, all these other women, funk fake. fantastic life. kids and a
wife. dreams to remember. new york in september. naked at the closet door views about perfect. trying on your clothes asking if the new skirt fits. dates get cancelled. love life faiths case dismantled.
erased space in shambles. ramble on young man humbled by her beauty. eyes brown and round with
a thunderous booty. my granny made a living cleaning up other people's floors me i'm building tunnels from my window to yours. battleship blockade night time fire in the arcade two bats sparring
in a dark cave. yikes and it's fright night 20/20 hindsight. last years weekends halloween now my
minds right. my slice, my pie, all live, all die. knocking on heavens door god answers. nice try. eight
million stories in the city hear the night cry. ten years later forty shots still fill the night sky

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adrenaline psychosis. stereo hypnosis steroid noise hocus pocus. o.c. opus out of control when i
wrote this. diagnosed tourette but i'm too focused. can't forget my target dead presidents green,
get ahead grassy knoll hits off the top beam. tag team mastermind scheme, clear the scene monopolize dreams looking boardwalk clean. more walk then some silly talk, sixteen bars that so
many bought, from a ghost writer mini mart. theyre shopaholics balling for the porridge. theyre
goldilocks in a hood full of homeless. chasing junkies, punky brewsters millions. raise the bar till
money raise the ceiling. i fucked the world cause lifes a bitch with feelings. she mooned the sun
her black holes so appealing. drew stars in slaughtered sergeants. made martyrs out of lost kids
dizzy from the world spin. merlin with excalibur swing. i doubt u could bring a king that could
author the same. or get in my lane they my strain they're brain vein. i can make pop, gutter,
crunk, underground even funk. who could even think of this im a genius. plus i'm hard headed
like medusas on my penis.
quarterback blitz, drink schlitz, defense actor. autobot splits, king britt, incensed hacker. thundercats ho slice knife exact o. razor sharp cavs get stabbed by michael. freddy kreuger hand man
saving krugerrands. clark kent dark tint change into superman. land of the free, home of the
brave just like atlanta. wake up and grind just like its sanka. a double metaphor, or double simile.
sympathy for devils the rebels they all remember me. im unforgettable, nat king cole. john henry
had a hammer that black brings coal. soul brother number one, run for hills and take cover. beat
is lethal as gibson and danny glover. american psycho. tight rope walking. free falling. tom petty
break the levees keep walking. street talking, big boi, slick rick. gifted super powers like uk misfits. its masterminds stone soup you missed it. were sailing van morrison into the mystic.

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this is fight music. the type to riot incite music. for all the black kids they say listen to white music. i think
i might lose it. i'm a time bomb.
this is fight music. the type to riot incite music. for all the black kids they say listen to white music. i think
i might lose it. mix a little bit of kurt, pain and hurt, make it work with the right fuses. wire tap bell ringing
liquidate hell singing hail stones drop like bombs from green goblin. fava bean pre-teen scream beam clarice
dreams. no i in team but four in mississippi. zippy carmichal brett favre haiku. bill mahr cycle. five star kill
paycho. suzuki suit droop loop chewing on a juicy fruit. swoop down who know innovate a new sound.
follow the leader in this game aint no breathers. animal instincts like lions and cheetahs. life is fast when
your lying with the cheaters. in this jungle it gets cold with the heaters. armed like quarterbacks aiming at
receivers. running for numbers i hope you catch like fevers. a speeder, in a two seater, trying to make the
world record that i dream of.
this is fight music. the type to riot incite music. for all the black kids they say listen to white music. i think
i might lose it. i'm a time bomb.
born alone die alone fight on your own. to get to the top don't forget what you're on.
born alone die alone fight on your own. to get to the top don't forget what you're on.

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who forced my hand on the rifle? and put the other on a bible? to pledge allegiance to my rivals.
and fall victim to survival. against the beast and all their crooks. tryna take my beats all my
hooks. taking all the money thats off the books. tried to take my life but theyre too shook. they
got the algorithm rhythm (whats that?). they got the algorithm rhythm (whats that?). you need
a password to catch em. computers and satellites controlling their decisions. from slave ships to
computer chips. from leather whips to banana clips. we were pacified from all their promises. i
want my jetpacks now and the starter kit. flying solo on the low though dodging cuomo, giuliani
and bloomberg their cops shooting new birds. they shoot em down they shut em down. americas
so fucking profound
red pill. blue pill.
we were promised jetpacks never received them. it sound preposterous now but i believed them.
funny thing about hope just need a reason. a little glimmer, an idea, to start believing. ordinary
moments. in his ordinary life. woke up and aspired to be extra. took off his bill cosby sweater.
threw on an indie rock tee. the one with the rilo kiley lecture. i'm flawed if i'm not free. under the
cherry tree the leaves and the dirt from the debt, all regret tries to bury me. think of it after
hundreds of years. america the question no answer appears. nothing but sarcastic skeptical
creatures. hospitals banks and the liquor store preachers. fool that i was to attempt it's salvation.
shame that i had to endure degradation. pain and discomfort in all of its phases. death made by
audio. descent into blazes.

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i love lucy, even though she's mean to me. argued our whole trip to paris ruined the whole scenery.
searching for some leniency. a basic human decency. or better now, the rationale, of how she will not
speak to me. laughing at her book, a special passage that she reads to me. but me i just don't get the
joke, provoking all the reasons we. been driving through a thunderstorm, trying to find a rainbow.
but all we find is more rain. wake your saints and let the pain go. life can be so painful. as dark as
when the night comes. they say love is a battlefield, im fighting on despite guns. told her shes a
wasps nest. you anger her the fights brung. she stung me one too many times, my hearts alive i
might run. when the night comes. red wine flows through city gutters. the jukebox plays sad songs
for dirty lovers. when the night comes. the days secrets hide behind the shadows. and if you sinned
begin again, then send them to the gallows. when the night comes.
stab it down. one way needle. pull so slowly. paint it big. turn it into. one of his enemies.
one way needle hit you slow. got you hooked before you know. high so high so high so low. which
way? this way that way go.some fall in love with it. an in vein covenant. its so humbling got
your cake crumbling. off mount rushmore for that rush y'all. in the gutter, sweet dreams of the
luxor. breaking broke poor sticking needles in your pores. arm sores from highs that made you soar.
like an eagle chasing evel knievel. the high no equal the low no sequel. the drug generation controlling the people. in all situations prescribed or illegal. its all big business and checks with more zeroes. like microchips in hips giving hits of drugs when the night comes.

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i dont worry anymore. nothing like i did before. i dont worry, i just watch them rolling back. i dont
worry anymore. cause its alright, alright, to see your ghost. and i want to see them go, down in the river
where they go. and i want to see them rolling, rolling back. and i want to see them go. cause its alright,
alright, to see your ghost.
as summer turns to autumn. soon his grey hairs all blossom. ask the dust love. lust. caution. rustle in
the attic. a fragile memory. of a future, of a past that was meant to be. shrouded in mystery. curious
choice of colors, two jokes that she cribbed from her brother. wandering impatient. mediterranean
wasteland. pocket watch tied to her waistband. high over the ocean floor... she swore that it was all
filled with bowling balls, murmuring to hold her calls. sound sets. threats, come around lets. drown in
sweat and a half empty malbec. hear the wind sing through strangers and dark dangers. a handbook for
the recently deceased painters. i took a dive through my ground floor window, logic said to use the door
but i dont keep it simple. im at the corner of terror street and agony way, ask the people passing by all
about today. horses dont bet on people, i shouldnt either but whenever she smiles i just believe her,
cant leave her.
i dont worry anymore. nothing like i did before. i dont worry i just watch them rolling back. i dont
worry anymore, cause its alright, alright to see your ghost. and i want to see them go, down in the river
where they go. and i want to see them rolling, rolling back. and i want to see them go. cause its alright,
alright to see your ghost.
i was staring in the mirror and i couldnt see myself. got lost in the shadow of someone else. where the
echoes of the past are heard and felt. like the waves of the water when glaciers melt. lifes a passage to
wear orions belt. first step put my ego on the shelf. felt 10 pounds lighter good for health. especially
when wisdoms used as wealth. ill buy a palace made of gold and onyx. where everyone can put their
skeleton in the closets. think big or go home thats my logic. from my toes to my dome i feel bionic. i hope
you hear me cause the soul is sonic. frequencies finding homes that are so robotic. a small cottage in the
middle of a grassy meadow. is where youll find me in this world of stone and metal. staring at the stars
hoping theres more life then ours. cause i know theyve got the answers im searching for. faced my
fears let my ghost in the front door. im not worried like i was before.

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tony montana dont trust anybody. got to rsvp to my pity party. dead broke wont answer any
phone calls. next door neighbor dying dying for his own cause. took a walk through my old school
stomping grounds. all the shops are down. feeling haunted now. ghost town. america the beautiful.
she got her hair done. woke up and its redrum. went to sleep thom yorke creep angel wings. youre
so fucking special. such pain it brings. the dead walk new york riding subway cars. suit and tied up.
there they go. here we are. the new children of concrete and steel. where everything is possible but
nothing is real. and secrets get revealed lies lie atop the surface. some at sunday service. the pious
serve a purpose. lights out. a brooklyn blackout. lie down the thief pulls the mack out. right now. so
easy to back out. but when the going gets tough, the tough stand up. lights out. a brooklyn blackout.
lie down the thief pulls the mack out. right now. so easy to back out. but when the going gets tough,
the tough stand up.
watch out some chick just got smacked out. fronting hollywood guess she shouldnt act out. high
heels tight skirt and a loud mouth. had to learn the hard way brooklyn in the house. dog eat dog in
this world of cat and mouse. gorilla warfare watch it when the lights go out. wolves in sheeps clothing i think i lost count. last one had a phat ass and tight blouse. snakes giving pounds high fives for
an ounce. some will roll up smoke out on your couch. but their motives to find out what you all
about. tell them simon says get the fuck up. get the fuck out get em out get em out. dont care
where youre from north west south. east i doubt the beast come out like we about to unleash. get
eaten like a piece of trout. we gonna feast till we obese capiche. then shit on your mic like a weight
watchers speech. for real thats right we ill still. ain't nothing change but the dollar bill. if it dont
make sense then chill. any track we on we kill. thats the blackout feel.

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all songs written, produced, and performed by the masterminds

additional vocals on fightmusic by sean slug daley and nick murs carter
additional vocals on one way needle by tanya holder
scratches on rudys got a pistol by mr len

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this booklet is a humongous collaborative effort. id like to thank everybody who helped contribute to the collective work.
the cover and most of the photos were taken by emily debevac
credit is due to the following artists:
paige runningbrooke. 53-60.63.64.68.69.71.72.
kory minx. 22.
christina rimstad. 11.65.66.67.
greeneyed. 13.20.
tanya liu. 27-32.
jaemi lafleur. 39-43.
sol exposure. 46.
joanna wilbur. 45.47.
maggie garcia. 49.50.
j-neen. 73.
13 tomorrows. 92.93
iamboogers. 74.75.