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Onboard Balloon - "I made Lockjaw so I could say the right things to the wrong people."

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Cover art by: Lee Willis and Jim Baum


released November 24, 2015


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Track Name: Yea
Its that get over a death shit
Medicine for heads
That haven’t given up yet
Upset screamin
Mother fucker whats next
As the sunsets again
Watched ur wings shatter
Bring a ladder this time
i Wonder why the other side
Is always runnin double time
Its summer time
Guess I better get the fuck up
And let some sun inside
Or I could Run and hide
And die while im still alive inside
I tried to fly
And took a dive inside this mind of mine
Its quite divine
When I recite all of my vital signs
im Putting little Spiders
Up n down ur fuckin spinal line
Idolize the liars
And the fires that they light at night
Try to find the time
To get ur life and all the crisis right
The price is right for blindness
And u buy it like its sinus pills
Its like a fuckin virus
Uninvited but i like it here
Mindless little pirate
With the slightest bit of lion hair
Tryin not to light it
But to fight it is a nightmare
Why the fuck am I here…..
Track Name: Stitch
Stitchen up my heart again
Sittin in a pile of art
Tryin to start again
Is harder than the diamonds
That the rappers are buyin
After an underpaid child
Pulls it out of a mine
Im fuckin outta my mind
And I doubt I can climb
This mother fucking mountain
Without clouds in the sky
Ask em hows it to die?
Bet its crowded inside
in the now quite house
With the thousands of flies
Thinking how to rewind
This isn’t how im designed
see u doubt it at times
Like the sounds n the sights
Drownin in this shit
Howd it sound when u hit
When u’ve literally fallen
To the bottom of the pit
Thinkin This is where ive gotten
Rotten forgotten man
Sitten high as fuck
Spitten trippen on the lava lamp
Mister gota plan
Rockin in his pocket
And its growin and you know it
But chu aint widit
Same shit different visit
Isn’t this shit a shame?
Aint seen u in a minute
In this dark room with crickets
knew it’d be would different
But this shit is frigid
The eyes of a pigeon
No sign of the spirit
Burnin bridges silently
Learnin shit is irony
Pukin up my vitamins
And Curling up and dying…

Drownin in this shit
Howd it sound when u hit
When u’ve literally fallen
To the bottom of the pit
Track Name: Light Beams
Im not a warrior anymore
Livin in this swarm
Where the warden makes the ordinance
Unordinary stories
Restore the former glory
Forward in the morning
While they prayin in the corner
The performance of a lifetime
Pourin out a porter
Burn a quarter thru the pipeline
Follow your fucking orders
Snorter of the snow
In the summer time alone
Tombstone roamer
Older than your jawbone
Forgotton autumn shadow
Bestowed upon the land
Blotto is the madow then
Vomit on the ottoman
Homage not as common
When the prophet in the closets dead
Pocket fed
On it where ur wallet is
chronic high as comets is
they don’t have a faucet
and you take another goblet sip
wear it if the locket fits
modest in this rocket ship
its profit and its promises
demolish all the honesty
and call it a day
beware of the bizarre
that black bear means bizness
he sat there in sicknees
the distance is incredible
stop talking to the officer
or ur blood goes in a saucer pan
monster man
lost in this obnoxious
colossus of a plan
godless understandable
filled with fucking toxins
talking off n on
about the boxes in his hands
its all about the process
watch it till ur eyes bleed
its just a fucking pipe dream
filled with fucking people
that have seen the same that ive seen
every day and nightly
let em take it lightly
and it might be what his life needs
a little bit of fright
a fucking knife to cut the tight seams
release the fucking light beams…
Track Name: American Therapy
He’ll never live n die
In the twisted up name of
Some lyin famous
Fuck face in training
All hes sayin is pay me
Lately I been tastin the daiseys
And hes amazed
Instead of bein lazy
and saying graffiti is crazy
Consider what it did
For the kid that fuckin put it up
dealin with a death
or Could be sealin up the feelings
And it really helps em vent
To you its fucking silly
But it saved his fuckin life
Invaded by this savior
to say it is good advice
Taken twice daily
Life just stays hazy
It stays shady
In the desert on a rainy day
The place I chase away
All the demons that were placed today
im on the train
And I can barley make the graveyard
Safe to say
He took the blade and made a face scar
Heart stays harder
Than a fucking knights armor
And these nights have been hard…
these nights have been hard…

Plays a deadly little medley
In his head while eating medicine
Put the drugs
In the chevy theres a teddy bear
Head is empty
But he acts like he has plenty there
Machete in the heavy chair
He stares and its embarrassing
Dip it in the kerosene
American therapy
Dip it in the kerosene
American therapy
Track Name: Where Do You Live
Poisen guzzle
In the puzzle with the muzzle loader
Get off my back
Ima never be sober tho
Can of rusto
And a plan for the man
While I dance do the dust slow
Cut throat mother fuckers
Livin for the gun smoke
Sun soaked
sick again
Livin is the difference
isn’t n e bodys bizness
What hes been in bitch
Trippen on the lights again
Its early in the morning
And his back is what the knife is in
Ur too Attached to that
Cut those little strings
U fucking little puppets
Are scared of what it’ll bring
Its where we double the dreams
And bury troubles with ease
Time to hit the streets again
Get chur fucking krink
And ya Never fucking blink again
they’re feedin on the weaker ones
walk a million miles
just to bleed and to beat the drum
seat for one
eager when the season comes
bleedin frum his mouth
spiders in his beard
why even try
he could die within a year
stuffin little diamonds
and surprises in ur ear
the lies r in ur tears
been fightin it for years
driven thru the night
we survived another year
fungus lung hungry
funny where the money is
shit is passionless
take ur fuckin cash
and act like it means somethin
different bee buzzin
in the national forest
passin the porridge
as promised
all raps n no chorus
bumpin doris
spraycans rattle
in the back of the forester
floatin in orbit
with morbid little grin
just an ordinary kid
carryin a scary
little fairy in his bibs
and its barley guna live
buried with a fifth
im in the unattended
cemetery in the area
where do you live???
Track Name: Boots
This shits gotta change
Feelin strange in the mind again
Began to wonder
If id ever fucking write again
Night sky hydrogen
And You don’t wana see the disease
That ive been hiding in
Extreme lack of niacin
painten thru the night
In this life that we’re fighting in
Hieniken n sirens
Out here
theres no fucking requirements
I seen em huffin nitrogen
Fuckin up his life again
Hard to find a god
For his type in this environment
Supplement the violence
And tie it to the kite in wind
Its mighty in ur eyes
And I can hide in my disguise again
Don’t wana fucking try again
All that’s guna happen
Is you’ll laugh then I’ll die again
Tryin not to lie
getting high just invite it in
needin something honorable
Thriven in my life again
Try to find the diamond
The firemen is clueless
Deuces to the foolish
Ima do what Ima do
And Keep it truest to the roots
I hope the boots fit
Savin up the seconds
Sit n Wonder what the lesson is
A tenant in the wreckage
Attending with a weapon
To this tendon when the weather
Is impressive in the desert
Questioning the evidence
Is always recommended
Watch the fucking cops
Cuz their goin off complexion
Infected as a person
Connected to the earth
Send the herb to texas
Respsecting the cursed
Defective relentless
Pathetic at work
Its genetic
And the medicines majestic
He Never shoulda left it
Never Blessed but unaccepted
His lifes a fuckin mess…

I hope the boots fit
Proven ur useless
Solutions in the ruins
Confused what the truth is…
Track Name: Force Fed (feat. Gerko)
Onboard Ballon's Verse---
Draw a fuckin circle in it
Sick of this circus shit
Live with broken circuts
Anxiety and nervouseness
With a mother fuckin brodie lit
Gerko on that purple shit
This aint fucking commercial
Find us lurkin
on the fertile ground assertive
Deserving nuthin but hurtful
Its early and im worthless
The purpose has dispersed
earths just getting worse for you
ur late for the rehearsal
nothing personal
I wrote this shit in cursive
And its curtains for your stupid ass
Im loosin land
And I cant have that shit again
Sittin in the harvest
While we argue with the venison
Like mother fucking gentlemen
scar u with this menace shit
Don’t even mention it
Its endless and this shitty
Fucking worlds gunna prove it
Fraud In the inducement
Theres solutions in improving
rather Profit on confusion
no interest in a union
of any fucking sort
so ima flip em off
sit and suck upon a quart… im not a corpse yet…
force fed to a whore on ur doorsteps
forced into wars and of course we endorsed it
what the fuck do u think this is for x3

Gerkos verse---
Draw a fucking line through it,
go ahead and do it,
Cross me out like I wasn’t here.
I get nervous when there’s buzzards near
my resting place. My restless face
gets laid to waste everyday
like a bomblast bong hit.
I’m on this honest shit
like it’s my day job,
but I’m hiding in the shadows a feral stray dog
and it’s business as usual; I’m so brutal it’s beautiful
and I barely cough while the I watch the tumor plumes
float out of my face and linger in the room
while me and lee get high like we’re onboard balloons.
Gimme my space while I’m belching from my belly
because all of my shit talk has been getting hella smelly.
I’m so ready for the lights, camera, action
that I’m laughing from my gut while I turn blunts to ash.
Man, takin’ your worst and makin’ it worse is my game plan
‘cause I’m the original version of your least favorite person.

So I’ma never stop run from cops like it’s a sport… I’m not a corpse yet.
-force fed through a hole in my forehead
-forced through your courts and of course God endorsed it.
what the fuck do you think this for? x3
Track Name: Lockjaw
Mr. dark place
Art fetish argument
Alarmed at the least bit
Marker on the architecture
I give a fuck
What your art professer said
Heart messer upper
In the darkness and under
This card fish is nothing
But a varnish of suffering
The artist the garbage
The carnage on the carpet
Its all harmless right
Get a fuckin harpist
For the harvest
When the stars are right
Hard as nights
He’s dyin in my arms
And I Cant even get the harness right…
Heart shatterd
still actin like its all right….
Its all right…
No its not
Now hes fucking crazier
he hates everything
More than he did before
his minds at war
Tryina find what hes fightin for…

Caught em lock jaw
talking to the gods again
Hopin that they’re offerin
Somthin other than oxygen
coverd with toxins
under the impression
that the sun unimpressive
not doin this for you
so fuck your attention
all this fucking repression
got it built up inside
right beside the depression
and I reckon that the question is
when is it a weapon?
when do we regress
and give in to this infection?
your affection n ur feelings
are guna get u killed
unequipped n thrilld
wonder if this mother fuckers
one to fit the bill
sit still
build it in ur mind
that in the end ur guna die
and ur the only one
that can decide to be alive
while we’re floatin thru time
every roach that he smokes
gets approached open mind
sometimes ur coastin
sumtimes u gotta climb
sumtimes what gets inside of you
is vital let it die
and if that’s what it decides
then its right ,,, just let it fly…

lost in this shit
someone please explain
what confidence is
wheres the documents hid
and what does it cost
to get a lot of the shit
still fuckin tumbling down
these bottomless pits
and this autumn is the cotter pin
in actually living
and not sitting in his godlessness
to polish it off
I miss my little goose
And that twisted little vision
that we live in isn’t true
sometimes u gotta listen
even if it isn’t you
just a little self abuse
and that shit’ll get cha thru
justify ur actions
to no one but ur passions
send the rest packin
end the respect
to the neck that was laughin
when u said u was ready
for the mother fucking draft pick
take off your mask
waste away and laughd
it takes away the tragedy
as we rapidly decline
trapped in the divine…
Track Name: Monster in the Lobby
Let em said it again
Hes on that negative shit
Self educated feather head
Rhetoric twisted
Writing 7 letters
In the sediment wish list
Recall the medicine
Make sure the chemist
Gets credited kid
they don’t give a fuck
what the deficit is
destroy the fucking evidence
some gentleman shit
inject it in the specimen
adrenalin hits
this shit is incredible
no fuckin comparison
mixed mutt no heritage
typical fucked up
drugged out American
parallel with arrogance
starrin at the snare again
despair is in the air again
this shits only fair
if we can wear it in the barracks
where are you
let it take care of you
sippen on some whiskey
and some mother fukin thera flu
got me little wobbly
follow fucking policy
go about it properly
fulfill the fukin prophecy
hiding in the property
defines it as a quality
life a sort of odyssey
never have I ever been
the man I fucking want to be
keeps haunting me
monster in the lobby
keeps rotting as promised
that mother fucking solace
I been on it for the longest
Astonished by the honesty
The godess is impressed….
And nothing but nonsense is left…

You’re Controlled by the emotions
That you hold and its corrosive
Notice that the dosage
Is Devoted to the motive
Broken and alone
It isn’t only what you woven
It’s a token of my gratitude
eroding on the avenue…
Track Name: Rated Insane
Put em in the column
Clotted and its awesome
The comet isn’t common
But its Godless like the fallen is
Flawless shit
dotted little drifter
Mobbin thru the timber
Picture mister pick me up
Broken blinkers
Are bigger than u think
Put the cinder on this side
This time the fist fight
Will end up on the inside
Pass the fuckin zipties
These lips lie accordingly
North fork historian
Posted with a forty
In a four story Victorian
Its an ordinary day
And in the storm is where I stay
Seein orange
Fuckin pissen on ur jordans
It’s the same ol fuckin story
Up this morning with a joint lit
Pointless little voice
The choice is to silent it
The violence in his guidance
Wasn’t nothing short of spineless
On that science shit
Ultraviolet lights
A lioness,
and some mother fuckin vitamins
And sirens of the night
When the environment is right
U Itemize and try to fly
as high As eyes of fire flies…

it doesn’t fucking matter
which way that it goes
its the weight of this dose
it’s a way to get close
his minds inside a box
hes sealin it off
buidlen the blocks
hard places n rocks
lowest bounty in the county
they can finish it without me
ill and replaced
fellin the haste
the noinsense the hate
and the toxic the waste
how often the goblin
can soften the coffin
hes fuckin lost it
sick of bein exhausted
barley seein every weekend
and sleepin where the frost is
spiritual florist
I can hear her In the forest
Livin here is more
Than fellin the poorest
Headed west
Sigin to my wings
that the dead are blessed
Veteran quest its
better to stress
Forcing the chorus
Don’t hate where u stand
Make the fucking vapor
And take it by the hand …
Rated insane… rated insane. … raaateeed insssaaaneee ya
Track Name: Distance Matters (feat. Citizen of/ Fastax)
Above this abyss
Is air that’s adored
It appeared to be more
But it wasn’t steady does it
We gotta get beyond
Where the birds go it hurts tho
Pay no attention
To the breeze train ur brain
To be the bridge out to the brightness
Pull ur lips outta the vice grips
And start talking shit again
Ask em why the burned the fuckin place
That you were living in
Swimin in indigenous
Whispers From the witnesses
It isn’t what it seems again
believed to be the reason
that his feet started to bleed again
its eating him alive
and you can see it in his lies
It’s a daemon they keep feeding
Defeating it isn’t easy kids
Climb the city
To the clouds and get around it
What is this about
Am I to dive into ground
Just to try n find it out
Guess that’s why my knife is out
Higher than a virus
In the eyelid of a pilot now
Striven for a life
Where I can try and die a lion
Outta mileage
hold em to the highest mark…

still on that promise rot
still a little vomit
in the pody trough, im honest
and often on some nonsense
talk it out
sniff a bundle
get the scuttle for winter months
and puddle up
put the duffle in the shuttle runt
and hit the fuckin tunnel
the trouble is its subtle
and you stumble on the ugly shit
fucking with your hustle
get the shovel double vision
somethings missin from the risk
it isn’t steep enuff of tumble
under water jungle shit
humble buckle up
runnin from the muzzle
another fucking Monday
put ur finger in the fireworks
admiring the wizardry
of yesterday it festers
the sun and the planet
have a plan and they just laugh at us

Hidden in the thick of it
Quite the comfortable position
Though the light that’s cast is intermittent
No behavior explicit. Miss it
Wishing these blisters aren’t the half of it
To handle it, candle lit dinner with the wind
Whistling, but don’t speak the language
Because it’s lacking in semantics
But finer things in life don’t have to feel so plastic
Feeling compression, galvanized
Know the smell, formaldehyde
Moving now to prove my actions are nothing but erratic
Bleeding a hologram and panic
Might have to leave a little penny for the insects to invest
And shed a little light upon the nest
Meant to lay out the scene in jest but despicable to the rest of um
Half the hive will be split Up at the abdomen
The other half
There’s no sense in rest when you’re running in your sleep
This venture wouldn’t last a day you must believe
In lieu of panic, in search of the keys
We meant the butter knife won’t cut it, but it came out a sneeze
Shut it. We meant that living under clowns as much as us
Will be discussed, the sense of urgency is side effect of
The must to leave this mush
The sense of urgency - their currency; they promise you
Clemency. The cycle is never ending
It’s just a run for the money. A run for a hill on the driveway
Heard it right, just a box full of ants
Box full of banks in a paralyzed state
Belly of the beast in a cubby of a chubby kid
Housing a group of stray cats from the overpass
Diamond in the Duff, Always in the cuffs…
Adventure got the best of this whole box of ants
Track Name: Decypher
Snots on the wall again
Everywhere he goes
He paints n it’s a problem
The saints r in the shop again
And all of the repairs
Are embarrassing so stare at em
At it again
What planet is this
And whos plan are we in
He tatted a map
On his majestys skin
Theres a big bag of drugs
In the vanity kid............

tapestrys stories
Still flashy boring
Sanitys slippen
All panicky
And mad at how hes livin
Years take their toll
While u sit there n waste
In that factory’s hold
Behold the laughed at
robot workin man
Fools gold
Got chu wurkin
Like you’ll die
If u aint got that shitty job
Gotta get along
In this city fulla pretty slobs
Watchin it all
Like an overweight city cop
It would take alot
Of Talking To get em off it
Its nonsense
Crawlin thru this life
On that relapse shit
Completely Detached
From that ski mask shit
U never geta rematch
So put the past
In ur pack and get ta crackin
On a future that’s immaculate
Tacklin the riff raff writer
in the tractor shed
nasty lil head wound
sat there as the master bled
you did what the captain said
I cut his fucking head off
Ur headed off to law school
And ima break the law
Until ur gods on that barstool
Take a cuple shots
And fuckin toss em in the shark pool
Ya its art
Started on that darker shit
N still fucking on it
Ironic n fucking honest
About all the stupid shit I do
Sippen on sum
Written on your dumpster
Getting dumber than a mother fucker
Nuthin in his pocket
But a homemade mop
And the opposite of oxygen
Twisted up
Offers it up often
Toxic lil fucker
Paint can fulla
Mother fuck you and yours
U ignored it
Like the fact that we’re in orbit
And that morbid little course we’re on
Will kill the fucking orchids
Distorted drummers
And The bearded butterflies
All Wilting as the summer dies
Forever wonder why
Just call em mr.undermine
So far….
Chillen with the crows
Under oath with a crowbar
Deal with what u know
And Keep ur nose to the sonar
You don’t get shit
By sitten down n wishin it
All they want is fame
And I just wana get some fishin in
No one to know my name
N stay a slave to what living is
Keep your distances
Id like to keep this witlessless
Ill leave it up to you
To decypher what the difference is
Between a life
And what your currently existing in....

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