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YASUKE EP

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Chaplain7evn If U don't know who Yasuke was, you don't know who Bisk is. An African Samurai who wasted no moves or time when faced with a task. Yes, that's Yasuke. Yes, that's also BISK. Mysterious, and deft in his lyrical swordsmanship, BISK is at it again with this sharp ass EP with bloody and swampy cutz by BLAH Shogun Lee Scott! Salar lends his lyrical sword on two standout cuts with Swamp Harbour beatsmith Sam Zircon on mastering and mix downs. Matt Littler on design & stunning visuals! YASUKE=SWAMP! Favorite track: RONIN.
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PRELUDE TO BISK'S LEE SCOTT PRODUCED LP COMING SOON!
'RAVIOLI' OFFICIAL VIDEO OUT NOW: youtu.be/nOv1wHtG5pI
RECORDED 10TH APRIL 2017 AT BLAH MANSION BY BISK.

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released April 18, 2017

WRITTEN BY BISK
PRODUCED BY LEE SCOTT
TRACKS 2 & 5 FEATURE SALAR
MIXED & MASTERED BY SAM ZIRCON
ARTWORK & DESIGN BY MATT LITTLER

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Track Name: SENSEI
Blocked ray through the curtain, getting shade from the nervous,
everyday is a blessing, only hate if its worth it,
baby i aint tryna play you on purpose,
to my fate's where I'm heading, fuck a date i be working,
gettin' brain, gettin' head like a turban, in the depths of a bourbon,
they be checking n searching but i gotta keep the weapon on person,
we aint sweat i aint met you in person, never sweating in churches,
done dirt but i clean up the mess, never shat on my door, i dont eat in my bed, never kneeling on the floor on a creep for the cheds,
bish i'll be at ya door, take ya shit but wont leave it a mess,
kinda sick in my head but ya bitch in my bed,
come get her i was tryna hit it n jet,
next thing you know she aint wanna leave, taken my keys,
had to lock her in the toilet with some grapes for a week,
swampside kickin' back cold saggin...
swampside kickin' back cold saggin...
swampside kickin' back cold saggin...
swampside kickin' back cold saggin...
Track Name: NINA FT. SALAR
Bisk:
Keep a bish in a box im liftin' the top when its biskit o'clock,
my bish spit n yu drop, wipe her off with the michigan top, she kinda hot, i dont hit it a lot, b rollin shotty when we ridin out, snipe the vehicle, take the driver out, only jamming when she ly about, make my bitch squirt like a champ, in the dirt hit the ramp, got ya bish in my palm, she got cured like the piff in my jar, twist ya brain with some rhymes, like i know it aint a game im jus playing sometimes, come take a drive , make ya way throught the night, most die tryna wait for the light, the wrong get left tryna make it right, yu jus came for the life now your paying the price, time to say ya goodbyes

Salar:
I've got a couple sweethearts, they're lovin it
My babies are always up for it
All I have to do is pick them up
They like it anywhere, any place, any time
They'll be by my side on my left and my right
It's like Chess, and my Queens protect me; the King
Loyalty's a thing, and they don't need a ring
But you might see them in a big sovereign on some blinging shit
You trying to hit? We'll show you that we're on some swinger shit
You went to deal with them and got your cheek kissed
When you were put to sleep, so fuckin sweet bro
I even let them give you a couple of free blows
But then you started acting like you ain't in love with them
You didn't wanna fuck with them and you were ducking them
Even though it seemed you couldn't get enough of them
'Cause you and them connected
You can block them but I promise;
You'll still get the message if you never checked it
Track Name: TZUNAMI FT. SALAR
Salar:
I end your life with Hadouken
Rap Mugen, I Champloo them, a beast/human
My frequencies got the rats shooin'
Now I'm lounging in my flat shroomin'
Slouched, buzzin' off plants movin', wow
I'll overrule your man if the cash rules him
Put him in the same bags I stash blues in
The way the clans cruisin' got these other sucker cats losing
Fuck your barriers, I blast through them
You'd be mad to screw him
Give you food for thought in the form of a bitter pill to swallow;
You don't have to chew them
What you fuckin' with those beans for?
You chiefs thought your team's raw
But were higher than the stalk when Jack grew them
Had me angry, in the flat sat brewin'
'bout to rep the bat to him and show him how to get his back ruined
Had them bawling about the brawling
Calling my crew like "hey, you're his dude, please talk to him!"
But you'll need a 'Stop The War' movement, yes
You can floss a Porsche but S got the sauce like Paul Newman
Got your whore on the floor choosing
To have my cock and balls oozing
While you were on the porch snoozing