Fire To The Prisons

by Evolve

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"Fire To The Prisons" was created between 2011& 2016 in Cincinnati, Portland, and LA.

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released March 31, 2017

Beats, Vocals, Lyrics, Editing, Effects, Art Concepts by Evolve
Vocals and Lyrics on "Beta Dub" by Beta Max
Additional Vocals and Lyrics on "Contraband" by Maddame Beezul
Cuts by DJ Apryl Reign
Mixed by Jordan Davis, Brian Moeller, Evolve
Mastered by Mavis Concave
Cover Art Design, Illustration, Lettering, & Photo by Brain Uhl
Disc Art Digital Design by Robert Inhuman

Evolve "Fire To The Prisons", the Cincinnati conscious hiphop album heavily laced with influences of magick and industrial noise, long-anticipated during several years of touring since 2011's "Reality Guerrilla". This is a superb Evolve release for those previously unfamiliar with the project, as well as friends who have followed closely throughout its many chapters since origins in 2002. Themes of dire urban tension, bridging the personal and political, and the pursuit of unmasking ominous forces ultimately responsible for these circumstances, continue with heightened clarity and craft in these 14 trax. Mixed largely by Jordan Davis (of Cincy industrial rock duo Relic) mastered by Mavis Concave (ex-Realicide) artwork by Brian Uhl (known for work with Clipping, Cloud Rat, etc.) and assistance from various other capable homies, really makes this a milestone in the evolution of... Evolve! CD comes with lyrix sheet and sticker by Gabby Gash (Gnat, DSA) and Bunk News, patches and shirts also available. March 2017 Realicide Youth Records

CD & previous Evolve releases available via mail @ www.realicide.com

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Track Name: CIA Dopeman
chameleon franchise, CIA Dopeman
feeling like hope dies, MIA C-span
Ritalin rope dries, ready for hangman
held by the throat now, citizen dangling
Lucky Charms enema, soap full of steroids
nature is normal, we are the androids
nothing is natural, there is no selection
lonely and living, there is no protection

eyeliner fog on, impossible everything
skyline to malform, culture a parasite, identity nothing
revolving the stereotype, eventual bluffing
eyes like a sad song, guilt like a wheelbarrow
trudging these tracks up, streets that all seem narrow
the buildings are giants, the cars are like monsters
the feeling I'm flying, my church is a dumpster
I get beat like a bitch now, don't give a fuck tho
because pain scales are relative and that is what's up yo
my mission my music, removing the mask now
definitive bore me, got questions to ask now
mimic the shadow, shatter the bulb sun
the world keep spinning in the shaft of machine gun

chameleon franchise, CIA Dopeman
feeling like hope dies, MIA C-span
Ritalin rope dries, ready for hangman
held by the throat now, citizen dangling
Lucky Charms enema, soap full of steroids
nature is normal, we are the androids
nothing is natural, there is no selection
lonely and living, there is no protection

ankles tied, shackle both wrists but I'm free inside
dreams fall apart like they plastic waste
and I'm a mad hatter, proudly a public disgrace
it's black, it's white, I can't pick a side
every time you smoke crack an angel dies
or maybe gets its wings I don't remember now and
seeming like things are dismembered now
fragment the body, ultimate cost
burn like a comet, no gain or loss
the future uncertain like a coin that's tossed
I'm outside the barriers with boundary loss

chameleon franchise, CIA Dopeman
feeling like hope dies, MIA C-span
Ritalin rope dries, ready for hangman
held by the throat now, citizen dangling
Lucky Charms enema, soap full of steroids
nature is normal, we are the androids
nothing is natural, there is no selection
lonely and living, there is no protection
Track Name: Gremlinz 2
Gremlins 2, pissing in the streets like I was raised in a zoo
kiss the grim reaper, hope that kiss ring true
echo to my people, break my heart in two
nobody to sponsor me, better learn to survive
another devious offer from the king of the blind
time's up, yeah better make up our mind
or I guess we'll just suffer with the weak of mind
smoke rings blasted in my nonsense eyes
with the rich man living and the conquer divide
open market bout to traffic a sign
and yeah close in on my target the negotiable kind
yeah to convince em all you need is dollar signs
if you tossing out coins yeah they going to form a line
it's the American way, same attitude will move heroin in the bay

this is our neighborhood, pigs go home
the man that shot Michael Brown need to get rocked in the dome
this is our neighborhood, pigs go home
the man that shot Michael Brown need to get rocked in the dome

yeah man it's cool to care, or at least it's better than living in full despair
I can not win or lose, and I be nowhere really slipping out that noose
I am the real world baby, I am battered and bruised
I am a material girl, all my outfits is cute
I got no love for the intolerance and hate
and no matter what you call it y'all a snitch is just a snake
and we all human beings, why the fuck we got to judge each other
all fucked up why can't we just love each other
and I escape with my face, made escapade murder
watch me shave with a straight blade
careful there, hope my hand don't slip
and ride the roller coaster now get ready for the dip
tumble in the rocky water fucking sea sick
but I'm not fumbling no no I lock it down quick

this is our neighborhood, pigs go home
the man that shot Michael Brown need to get rocked in the dome
this is our neighborhood, pigs go home
the man that shot Michael Brown need to get rocked in the dome

and I get into it, if we was down south I would chop and screw it
and I really don't want to be the man
but I can break down bricks with my carpenter hands
and yeah matter of fact call me Sam I am
I got your green eggs motherfuck the 5-0 ham
beef in the streets, police a major issue
step into an automobile they can frisk you
nobody allowed in the streets after dark
and America is weak, we losing our hearts

this is our neighborhood, pigs go home
this is our neighborhood, pigs go home
this is our neighborhood, pigs go home
the man that shot Michael Brown need to get rocked in the dome
Track Name: Finish Line
step up to the finish line, awkward walk
run away crash course, outline chalk
bow down to the cash cow now
happy days nothing but a re-run now
outside 1984 reality, common causality
following leaders yeah I'll never be
outside there with a twisted vision
where the smile is inverted to a pleasant prison
burning the blocks down, massage my hate
the other side the gateway, no debate
USA waste away taste of fate
enter into the galaxy beyond escape
it's right here in front of my face
smash it like the mirror, chalk erase
body outline on the concrete wall
burn down gasoline, bombed out mall
blind sight situation, flashing screen
asking for an answer from a meaningless dream
credit scores crack whores elevate fiends
liquidate bottom shelf meaningless schemes
chopping it up like dope on the triple beam
is it life if it's controlled by different teams?
hell no it's a game man it's plainly seen
the rules are broken backstroking to another scene
Track Name: Golden Handcuffs
restrict our vision, symbol of desire is a self made prison
cell block except they made you choose
so your conscious brain doesn't register the abuse
I got a thorn rope wrapped around my lifeless arm
Obama's porn-hope never really worked its charm
I guess it's lucky I even lived this long
the world the way it is back and forth ping-pong

South African mines, rape pillage plunder colonial mind
it might be your paradigm, it can't be mine
the hollow men lead us in the land of the blind
footsteps in the vacant halls, people with faces like painted dolls
grim reaper now and my flesh a mask
and I'm quite a bit deeper than the standard task
pacified violence, chorus of gestapo by Molly Cyrus
handguns brought to you by Mickey Mouse
a glory hole shaped like Tinkerbell's mouth
hand grenades are like apple pie
the god that they worship the pyramid's eye
bazookas shoot footballs out
radiation farms where missiles sprout
grammar school they tell me up is down
and next thing that I know I'm underneath the ground
survival upstairs now is the name of the game
I got to stay aware yeah if I want to maintain
balance on beam like a high rise gymnast
medicine death is a prime time privilege
turn on tune out, switch the broadcast
our time right now, anthem of outcasts

restrict our vision, symbol of desire is a self made prison
cell block except they made you choose
so your conscious brain doesn't register the abuse
I got a thorn rope wrapped around my lifeless arm
Obama's porn-hope never really worked its charm
I guess it's lucky I even lived this long
the world the way it is back and forth ping-pong

can not tame the lion in me
the United States government is lying to me
got an AK pointed at what's spying on me
got a right to pursue my own liberty
yeah fuck the bullshit every step is free
my mind is my most precious property
heavy chains, slaves to wealth
tell the church man go ahead and save yourself
locked up, raped in the asshole
Solid Rock Church got the cocaine cash flow
take the mask off, expose the lies
justice they speak of a clever disguise
never really know til you got handcuffs on
but when you know then you know from that moment it's on
never going back, why would we anyway?
card house crumble from structural decay

restrict our vision, symbol of desire is a self made prison
cell block except they made you choose
so your conscious brain doesn't register the abuse
I got a thorn rope wrapped around my lifeless arm
Obama's porn-hope never really worked its charm
I guess it's lucky I even lived this long
the world the way it is back and forth ping-pong
Track Name: Flood Gates
annihilate passed out purchase worthless
amphetamine Starbucks proofs of purchase
box tops caustic worship, guideline fail safe toxic cursive
dead body whole sale cops are nervous, criminal conduct abuse of service
expensive medicine dirt of urchin, kleptomania abandon searching
ex-lax vomit all the city person, persecute worthless crack a furnace
tethered in the end to the murder service
penthouse graves purchase worthless
who's the boss? gas guzzle domino what's the cost?
heart of frost, toss up referee accosted cross
agnostic prop, registered debt offender criminal thought...
Track Name: Beta Dub
never gave a fuss about no busta or no crust punksta
that wanna rush us cuz they thought that we had $ome ducket$
or at least that we could touch em
or at least they thought that we had some Robitu$$in
or some dro, and they hate us cuz we never got no paper for the blow
hell no, I can’t go, not again, all them pills, window pane windowsill
got me drowning, I ain’t clowning, come and get me, call my peoples
I can hear em through the peephole, heating needles, Hotel Cali
musta thought it was the Eagles, street legal on the Seadoo, boi I see you
don’t even need to speak dude, work alone will leak you
Guns ‘N Roses, T2
Budnik with the Hammerpants, y’all Kickstarter MC’s, we kick stands
and never asked for no handies, we spit in mics, y’all sniffing panties
y’all getting mad, we getting candy, hitting Bambi with no cammies
no wool, no clothes, no sheep, no sleep, it’s just you and me
now what’s it gonna be? you either cooking beef or planting tree$
it ain’t no time for in between, tobacco use only (lol) no nicotine
wipe me down Mr.Clean
my loogie industrial strength, money in the matre$$ not fucking with banks
my main investment is dank, and that’s a little off the top
I keep the rest in the tank
I’m a transvestite baddest b*tch, no p*$$y dripping wet...
Mrs.Klaus with the goodies, got em hoppin off the chimney bald cap
no hat for the jimmy
Jesus freaks freak me weekly, no love for the coppers,
call em JC Penny’s, JNCO jeans for my dawgs like Benji, we the dog catchers
mall veterans, the devil’s in the details, big claims about retail
Track Name: Bambi
(what does it matter and can I relate? would I sell my own body for a slice of the cake?)

hollow eyed judgment of those enlisted
I want to just express there is no place for a misfit
cook butter up, let poppy field grow
cookie cutter blood along the chopping block flow
high fashion guillotine, runway bludgeon
fine art philistine, death my cousin
liquor store fucked up rob my brother man
but that is just a card that is dealt to another man
culture of decay in psychotic proportion
Obama was a whore giving hope an abortion
it's just a joke put the laugh track on
man supply noose, noose in standard form
stringing em up high life a tightrope walk
everything innocent in outline chalk
and yeah they fast forward thru the part where Bambi dies
and yeah I'm living proof, something that you realize truth
yeah it's nothing more to say I'm just sick of abuse
and I'm going to keep going anyway my flow is the proof
and I ain't living no way unless I'm living to choose
and all you people told me straighten up fuck you fools...
Track Name: No Networks
no networks, numb tubes that will feed us
precinct profile, Desert Storm amoebas
slam book shut, reality torn
new world order, new world transform
break it down, absurd the word
we're on the street living a life, dead cat on the curb
and yeah we mummify success in a deadly fashion
fallen ancient Rome, passive satisfaction
living like a rubber band snap elastic
status quo living, mask of plastic
Tucan Sam, crack rock jam
cigarettes cool but marijuana is banned?
Track Name: Contraband
force fed Uncle Sam, gather up the contraband
price is right, Vincent Price, Mickey Mouse afterlife
shock multiply, eventual glass in eye
trash compactor, bending the factor, suicidal men's chapter
what did ya say? pair a dice? horseshoe legal vice
on the steady grind, won't catch me at a 9 to 5
popcorn body bag, O.C. lollygag
escort swallow day, venomous holiday
makeshift aristocrat, open up diplomat
jungle vine, finish line, industrialize Columbine
collapse new architecture, get well soon
lay it to rest in the mess, beneath barbwire tombs
happiness is pain, flood the city like rain
and when the world feels shitty my mind's the same way

yeah the cops roll up, looking at me like I'm a bad bad bitch
one day, more than consuming
in the shopping mall, I break shit get naked
freak these motherfuckers til they get it
can't hang with the dark new slang
then leave them behind like pirate code
fire in my palms lights my way home
til we get to the stars we rock on, going to break on till the dawn
Track Name: Bulldozer
I'm of the mind state we bulldoze sectors
of civilization that claim to protect us
but all they really do is keep the poor man down
arrest one dealer but there's more uptown
paradigm of suffering, the desert, the ground
a sudden gust of wind, towers come toppling down
say it once more, never a slave no more
it's a stupid fucking game I'm not going to play no more

Barney Fife, lie detected, 25 to life, succubus soul collected
I'm going to sound it now, let my freedom ring
because I always new the clarity my dreams could bring
tarot deck, face down, hangman card
you can't win a race that's rigged, that's some made up garbage
and I do it because I truly care, sure life's a game but hey let's all play fair
power structures redefine the rules
they got the game rigged so that we will always lose
Oxycontin is the system's noose
and then the dope will flood the street because people like the abuse
addicted to the dying flame
the embers of my body now are my last remains
and it's a flesh world tell me what admission costs
and it's a cold world imagine that I die of frost
ready set bite the hand that feeds
a steady lesson learned living in the land of greed
and politicians talk like they hit the pipe
and buildings breath, steam escapes into an endless night
yeah addicted to Lucky Charms
and if society approved people would fuck they mom
and is it really something that I both think and feel
when I open up my eyes and I look for real
I see the curtain lifted up, power mask removed
and nothing is for certain living in the hour of doom
uh huh yeah, just supply the vice
and harvest rotten fruit off the vine say it was ripe
and yeah it's silly really I know better than that
the system that we're living in is just a crack house trap
with corruption so large that it's off the map
but this land is our land come on take it back
travel way beyond the fact
and civilized sand castle never built to last
to break down, structure of the mind collapse
come on break it down, yeah we got the apt synapse

I'm of the mind state we bulldoze sectors
of civilization that claim to protect us
but all they really do is keep the poor man down
arrest one dealer but there's more uptown
paradigm of suffering, the desert, the ground
a sudden gust of wind, towers come toppling down
say it once more, never a slave no more
it's a stupid fucking game I'm not going to play no more
Track Name: Shadow
life in the shadow of the empty promise
cooking up a feast but I might just vomit
living where children are held in bondage
making a god out of shit and to shit pay homage
bomb the monopoly that surround you
break it all down let the flowers drown you
not sad let me shed no tears
can't decide neither here nor there
bought, sold, silent killing
mind numb fetish the brick brick building
no nation, time to fall
come on, break down every brick, every wall
Track Name: No Cage Can Hold Us
hell is divine, death is a privilege, the living are blind
bent on our knees, sentenced to failure, indentured to greed
nothing is left, halls of the banquet are rampant with theft
lie here and wait, long are the corridors, dreams of escape
did I stammer my speech? authorities hammer strikes out of my reach
felony froze, cries of a gunshot becoming a rose

bottom was reached, foggiest water left flowing beneath
trip was in vain, as soon as I got here forgot why I came
novelty wore off, just ask a priest what the average whore costs
no immaculate hearts, coat hanger halos impaling our parts
did I mention that's me? born in a cold world to feast on disease
pray pray to my death when everything's fleeting and nothing is left
leave it behind, death is a torchlight leading the blind
leading the blind
leading the blind
leading the blind
leading the blind...