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HowToFakeYourOwnDeath

by ECID

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Matthew Wills Yea the first time I bought this album the bass from the trunk flipped my car over,so I needed a new copy since it’s most dope and full of flavor.Mad props Ecid,this album is Gold. Favorite track: Motivationally Speaking ft. Sims.
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always_kos Smart and edgy. Songs spoken with an active and compassionate consciousness. Shades of early Pavement (you know....if they rapped). Layered beats and twisting metaphors. Absolutely fantastic. Ecid has a voice worth hearing. Favorite track: Guru.
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$ALMØNBØ¥ 堺鮭 hypnotic, oddly prophetic - seamlessly juxtaposed sounds to frame your mind
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slawth207 Reinventing yourself every album will bring you to strange emotional places. This being the strangest, I love it. Favorite track: We're Not Giving Up On You.
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1.
Bng Mngr 03:31
Today Im hiring my bong to be my manager By 5 o’ clock I’ll have all the air you can burn in abandoned worth Tomorrow I don’t know where Im gonna end up right after work so Im dressing Like Im at wedding in the art of a plastic earth What I don’t know I won’t admit til I get my shit together I don’t judge my friends when they disappear to get tarred and feathered Im still trying to balance a bowling on my head while I pedal uphill I don’t have any goals that don’t involve day dreaming with incredible skill I always meant to… I always meant to... I always meant to revisit that place.. I always meant to… I always meant to... I always meant to revisit that place.. Today Im hiring my dog to be my spiritual guide cuz most the people I know have a tendency to chase dollars signs but these days Im not as concerned about the amount I get paid Im more concerned with the source than the size of the food that resides on my plate We’ll survive this year to complain for what feels like eternity We consume at all costs with no fucking sense of urgency We’re all gonna die..are hair the same shade anyway cuz we’re so unique So we better find a way to relate before we disintegrate into the breeze I always meant to… I always meant to... I always meant to revisit that place.. I always meant to… I always meant to... I always meant to revisit that place..
2.
I have a habit of pretending I can multi task Ending up with so many open tabs the whole world goes flat….my bad guess we're digging to China to find a flat screen to crack imagination has a way of reshaping the destinations on our path Somedays I wake up and wanna make out with the past but most days I’m like fuck that take a bath make a track and make it last I’m so hungry I could eat glue but I’ll eat you instead you little horses head todays endorphin says your more alive than dead so why hide in bed you’ve got that fortune to get I’m breaking up with you I’m breaking up with us I’m selling all your shit I’m burning all your stuff I’m in a long distance…. relationship with death its complicated we need space to keep it fresh I know you keep sleeping around with people I love like I wouldn't find out and it wouldn't beat me up as if it wasn’t evil enough to stab me in the heart with my own blood you take away my friends without a goodbye good luck I’ve been trying to break your heart but you’re invincible In a world where Empathy is not admissible I guess I missed the mark but I hit the bull when I stopped trying to save you from being so miserable Automate our emotions till our feelings are nothin I can’t trust you, I can’t trust your cousin I try to smoke & drink with someone before I judge them but I blame both of you for the basket case I’m becoming I’m breaking up with you I’m breaking up with us I’m selling all your shit I’m burning all your stuff I’m in a long distance…. relationship with death its complicated we need space to keep it fresh Let’s pretend we never met We’ll meet again when we get reincarnated as house plants maybe then we can be friends and drown a branch in bong water til we mutate into a new strain but I highly doubt that. When life is apple pies and pickets fences personified I suspect your locked up for a petty crime but soon enough you’ll be back & I won’t be doing fine Just a call away from losing my mind I graduated to wearing black all year who knows when I’ll be gone who knows when I’ll be here but I’m ready for the fall at all times my dear chasing Jameson down a hill with a trail of my tears I’m breaking up with you I’m breaking up with us I’m selling all your shit I’m burning all your stuff I’m in a long distance…. relationship with death its complicated we need space to keep it fresh
3.
Please be kind Im uncomfortably stoned Walking into walls and Im walking into you keep talking to your god like you’re gonna tell the truth when we all know damn well what you’re gonna do Please be kind Im uncomfortably stoned Just trying to kill time while Im stuck here all alone I won’t say another word sir until you let me go Got my hands in the sky can you get yours off my throat Im too fucking high right now to do my taxes Can we just base it on my potential average I still spend my money like I, I never had it Living in a constant panic is a force of habit (x2) What doesn’t kill you Just earned a lawsuit You’re words our a health risk Must be the raw truth What doesn’t kill you Keeps you’re beneficiary’s broke We’re just waiting on a lightning bolt (x2) Please don’t hide how you feel when you’re afraid This world is kinda rigged and it will teach you how to hate But I’ve witnessed things that rearranged my ways Forever changed convinced that we can beat the case Please don’t aid abet the haters in your head The devil is alive and kicking wishing you were dead Im here with open fists and unconditional love You can hate it all you want but I won’t budge I move way too fast to think about my actions peace signs as I teleport through traffic I still pick my favorite rappers for their rapping Keeping it 100 til they put me in a casket Vinyasa flow to keep me in tune with practice We’re just a calculated risk away from magic My appetite for life ain’t limited by accents Make friends everywhere you go and never have a bad trip What doesn’t kill you Just earned a lawsuit You’re words our a health risk Must be the raw truth What doesn’t kill you Keeps you’re beneficiary’s broke We’re just waiting on a lightning bolt (x2)
4.
I’ve got a vision, football in a bubble where concussions don’t bite at all they just wanna cuddle craft cocktail obstacle course before the huddle first and 30 no “Biggie” just “Makaveli” through the muscle we’ll have a row of condos over looking the end zone a sure fire way to get yourself out of the friend zone this is the kind of place you’ll miss when you get home at least you’ll die happy knowing that your friends won’t we’ve got luxurious views and topless beaches a place to contemplate suicide and feel the breezes you can telepathically feed grapes to a growing fetus we’ve got a portal to your past so you can go back and delete it it’s all here just how we always remembered it flashing, blinking, blacking out and regretting it Im betting on it why not got nothing to reminisce this galaxy’s a cul-de-sac begging for development Chances are we gentrified utopia found a way to blow it up before we even landed chances are we’re shooting starts who profit off the scars abort the future your dreams have been abandoned (x2) Its southern California without the immigrants So uninhibited no fear of indigenous NO constitution, NO compensation NO competition We decide who gets the pot to piss in We’ve designed a pocket side paradise Perfect for the wealthiest of blood hungry parasites Get in on the action before the bubble pops Every moment is monitored, yeah we love to watch We have a five year plan to colonize the milky way Biggest problem we have is we can’t spend it faster than we’re paid Where we’re going we don’t need a path paved sold Where can I sign my life away bro? Natural selection is your only entrance fee Sorry we’re not sorry it’s just our policy We make exceptions for sizable donations Pull up to the back check in hand there’s no waiting Chances are we gentrified utopia found a way to blow it up before we even landed chances are we’re shooting starts who profit off the scars abort the future your dreams have been abandoned (x2)
5.
Oh you’ve got it down to a science Oh you’ve got it down to a science Oh you’ve got it down to a science Its not your fault everything is dying Oh you’ve got it down to a science Oh you’ve got it down to a science Oh you’ve got it down to a science I’ll always love you but have no use for your guidance I often fantasize about a martyr like demise where I collide with my doppelganger but can't identify The traits that make us similar just disenfranchised I push him into traffic and we both die.... The toxicology report of my corpse Will finally admit denial was my drug of choice The benefits of self employed Is that your unemployed It makes you hungry for what you want but you must avoid Free thinking is an endangered concept Co-opted by corporate sponsored op-ed's When did giving a fuck go extinct I must of miss the link amidst The Click Bate Designed to shrink Our brains and our dicks And our ability to think about A future thats totally fucked but doable At least we'll have craft brew and can sleep inside a cubicle Im trying to harness my vinyasa flow and make renewable Oh you’ve got it down to a science Oh you’ve got it down to a science Oh you’ve got it down to a science Its not your fault everything is dying Oh you’ve got it down to a science Oh you’ve got it down to a science Oh you’ve got it down to a science I’ll always love you but have no use for your guidance We wanna be remembered more than we wanna live Dying young will be our crowning accomplishment It’s not an accurate assessment of my character It’s just the current mood of all of my accomplices You wonder why we strive to do dope with our idols No wonder why we take photo after fucking photo You wonder why idolize the clinically insane You wonder why we lives our lives with the doors closed You’ve got a case of cognitive dissonance Im hitting this J to symbolize generational differences There’s no science involved in propaganda Just the pocket change of influential grandpas All our conversations our telepathic I do my best to keep my whereabouts enigmatic Those unshakeable opinions override the need for action Mother nature has no say because she don’t pay taxes Im so repulsed Im repressing all my memories We share the same blood but ideals our enemies Is there an algorithm hiding the writing on the wall? Like your not seeing the same “come to Jesus” at all? It all makes sense to me but Im a “Commie” Antagonizing yuppies til they lock me up and rob me of a free mind leaving me at the will of here say I just hope I witness the moment it clicks in your brain Oh you’ve got it down to a science Oh you’ve got it down to a science Oh you’ve got it down to a science Its not your fault everything is dying Oh you’ve got it down to a science Oh you’ve got it down to a science Oh you’ve got it down to a science I’ll always love you but have no use for your guidance We wanna be remembered more than we wanna live Dying young will be our crowning accomplishment It’s not an accurate assessment of my character It’s just the current mood of all of my accomplices You wonder why we strive to do dope with our idols No wonder why we take photo after fucking photo No wonder why idolize the clinically insane No wonder why we lives our lives with the doors closed 5 billion Tiny axes….chipping away at the core 5 billion Tiny axes….chipping away at the core 5 billion Tiny axes….chipping away at the core 5 billion Tiny axes….chipping away at the core
6.
Im a confident optimist Until I gotta decide whats for lunch Then I go back to instincts of marketing hostages and wait for commercial break to tell me what I want Could of moved to Brooklyn could of moved to LA But Minneap is home where I midi map my poems to clouds and romanticize the rain One mans melanoma another’s coffee stain Im probably sane but get more neurotic each trip around the sun Who reads the terms and conditions when their born News leads reduce me to wake up kinda drunk Who needs the stress of time travel when their bored If I ever made a movie I’d assassinate the main character during the open credits Im hoping I can get it together for my date at the white house but I’ll flake like I never got your message Im a motivational speaker With self sabotaging features I talk myself out of everything It’s a gateway drug to the petty things (x2) (Sims) …was gonna carpe the dim pay the car payment but I slid into some DM’s…. I promised myself I would not read the comments  The vomit at the bottom of the articles but -dammit I set out looking for the God particle  but twist for umpteenth clicked on the BuzzFeed list  of 9 potatoes that look like Channing Tatum   Fuck Mary kill which to pick  Salisbury Hill watch city lights flick think which connections I should cut ah fuck it by day he make feng shui out the kumite country’s fascination with the gun play got him feeling some type of way, chased it with a vieux carre  one stray over where the coo coo lay was gonna trigger riot but caught a whiff of the molotov figured I should try it sip until the bottle gone then I nod off it’s the avant god with an aha moment and a notion i could, blah blah blah Im a motivational speaker With self sabotaging features I talk myself out of everything It’s a gateway drug to the petty things (x3)
7.
There has to be something that you can do! There has to be something that you can do! There has to be something that you can do! There has to be something that you can do! Im not giving up on you Im keeping tabs on the sky I’ve been mumbling to my soup I feel like a guns at my pride a bazooka blast to the chest if we knew what the mask every meant We’d approve of the truth about death but who gives a fuck about truth when your losing a bet Im not letting you go, how can we possibly try to move on? You’re still here in the soul your charm your wit your laugh lives on Why can’t fix this yet, how much can it cost to pay off mother nature? Everyone has their price just give me permission to burn every acre I need a new doctor Need a new body Need a new pharmacist Im pacing around my face in the ground Im losing bargain chips Im ready to go ready to die ready to hide in my head I boarded the plane and said it’s okay Crash into nothingness (x2) There has to be something that you can do! (x4) I’ve been trying to let you go but Im too positive We’re holding as tight as humanly possible emotional hostages This can’t be good for us so caught up we forgot to live Feels like we’re getting robbed for the whole pot by the dealer and watching him pocket it I would give it all away today to watch you grow old Best thing I can do now is have a toast to old photos We’ll never get over this perpetually numb We’re not giving up on you we’re giving up on our selfish urges and pulling the plug Just get me a beer get me a smoke get me intoxicated Im over the fear there’s no turning back embracing my consciousness fading Just give me some peace give me some guidance give me some dignity I love you so much its out of my hands Im with you wherever you happen to be (x2) There has to be something that you can do! (x4)
8.
Guru 03:41
I just woke up in karma rehab Must of went on a bender I said I’d be back I was doing all these nice things for praise I saved your life don’t I deserve a little pay Ya should’ve know that I was morally flexible Drunk on a power trip with not a chance I’d let it go My intentions were no different than the churches I just ended up a victim of my urges I see nothing wrong with my approach Im not one to talk but your talking to a ghost Thank me later when your paying off my boat and digging a tunnel to bust me out this hoax Im not emotionally available enough to admit when Im wrong and when Im in a rut I was stacking up good deeds to justify my shady practices Got hooked and ran with it Im your guru Im your god We can do oo what we want Im your guru Im your god We can do oo what we want There’s something beautiful about watching a powerful person cry for help don’t..lie to yourself There’s something beautiful about watching a powerful person cry for help and hibernate inside a cell I wonder I wonder I wonder why I wonder I wonder I wonder why I wonder I wonder I wonder why I wonder I wonder I wonder why This is what it feels like when you realize your not eternal I thought I found my calling but I just cried in a journal Saw my life flash and flash and suddenly we’re old Feeling like crashed down a path I could never go He showed me things that proved that everything was real We dived inside to share our minds and seal the deal Its all my fault I wanted something I could feel Now Im all alone with nothing left to steal But Im liberated having my own thoughts again I saw you on that one show but only caught the end I hope you’re rotting in a place that eats the flesh of lesser men Good thing your clearly not even half of them You’re so delusional you have to be possessed I wouldn’t help you if it cleared all my debts I wouldn’t help you if it gave me eternal life You’re out of karma to spend on this fight Im your guru Im your god We can do oo what we want Im your guru Im your god We can do oo what we want There’s something beautiful about watching a powerful person cry for help don’t..lie to yourself There’s something beautiful about watching a powerful person cry for help and hibernate inside a cell I wonder I wonder I wonder why I wonder I wonder I wonder why I wonder I wonder I wonder why I wonder I wonder I wonder why Im your guru Im your god…. Im your guru Im your god….
9.
Wrong Guy 03:57
Im gonna make an example of you You’re tampering with things you really shouldn’t use but to tell you the truth it keeps us in business with a double digit lead on all the competition which is you and you smell like the Colorado sky I can see you your bravado’s in disguise I’ve carefully curated all my alibi’s Covering tracks of mishaps I can’t deny Are you resisting my guidance Should I fear you’ll resort violence? Get used to soothing sounds of silence If it was up to me you’d be drowning in sirens Self medicating is for low life scum Suck it up and deal with it fucking bum It might grow on trees but it’s illegal so evil not suitable for animals or people You’re still yelling at the wrong guy! You’re still yelling at the wrong guy! You’re still yelling at the wrong guy! Yelling at the wrong guy yelling at the wrong guy! I’ve sniffed every inch of this place I never do this Im desperate for escape My bowl is empty so Im trying to clean the dirty plates All this solitary time makes me hyperventilate The comfort of your smell Keeps me from living in hell But Im in hell without you can’t you tell? I hope wasn’t something said Tossing and turning on the corner of your bed I ate the indica plant It brought me the serenity pharmaceuticals can’t Sorry, dad please don’t be mad at me My instincts kicked in now Im calm as can be Each passing day feels like weeks Please make it home in one piece I tried to water the plants I couldn’t eat But marking my territory probably did more damage than they need You’re still yelling at the wrong guy! You’re still yelling at the wrong guy! You’re still yelling at the wrong guy! Yelling at the wrong guy yelling at the wrong guy! I need water and UV rays My grows on life support can’t be saved Last I heard he was on his way to trim the harvest Phone goes straight to voicemail but thats not alarming If I had to guess he met the girl of his dreams He’s done that before, never let down the team We let our contributions do the talking With our best theres nothing you can’t accomplish but.. They’ve demonized us for generations while.. prescribing dangerous medications that kill and kill us off I wish I could kill a cop But Im not built to poison my clientele Im nirvana personified never tried hell Im on higher ground? Only time will tell The cops just busted down the door and shot the dog It’s the war one drugs making ghosts out of gods You’re still yelling at the wrong guy! You’re still yelling at the wrong guy! You’re still yelling at the wrong guy! Yelling at the wrong guy yelling at the wrong guy!
10.
Im in that 57’ Ford like it’s 1994 and we’re on our way score tickets to a game at the dome Repainting the lanes as we go Where we’re going we don’t ever make it home It’s okay if you feel disillusioned and alone I’ll do my best to make you smile and feel whole There’s a hole in our hearts big enough to fit a city block Im sure you got like 50 thoughts poisoning your soul Im tripping hard in the woods like it’s 2 thousand and way back and we’re running from law but it’s really just a dog with a wishbone in his jaw Where we’re going we don’t know and we won’t know until lost You’re intentions where in the right place wrong time it’s not your fault that your old soul with open mind Nothing would’ve saved from the hell of his design He’ll find what he was pining for and finally be fine This is a grieving mantra something to keep you off the Pills and thrill of losing yourself in the process This is a grieving mantra Something to keep you off the Booze and the who’s to blame other than mothers and fathers (x3) Im in a basement surrounded by my brothers Like we designed a world within a world just for each other Exchanging Jameson singing our favorite verses This was our bond this was our purpose I still get nervous among the giants and the serpents Im always searching when I should probably be working This shit is fleeting and Im defiantly determined To die a death alive without a grudge or burden Im on the drive home from way out west like I just conquered another day in my head It was electric with an pulse that ripped me up and moved me I really hope that your okay you truly new me We were so close thicker than the thieves that commandeered America for us so we could fall in love and fight and fuss I’ve said goodbye so many times I’d rather see her There’s a memorial living inside of my demeanor This is a grieving mantra something to keep you off the Pills and thrill of losing yourself in the process This is a grieving mantra Something to keep you off the Booze and the who’s to blame other than mothers and fathers (x3) We only talk when someone dies We only talk when someones born We only talk when We only talk when We only talk when someone dies We only talk when someones born We only talk when We only talk when We only talk when someone dies We only talk when someones born We only talk when We only talk when We only talk at xmas when we’re too drunk to speak…..
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Am I dead or just finally free…. Am I dead or just finally free…. Am I dead or just finally free…. Am I dead or just finally free…. Im trying to transcend all the physical limitations associated with old age I should practice abandoning rituals They may be habit forming but Im okay I drove away with a little buzz I made it home without a ding without a cut as far as I know I went up I guess Im not in a rut I was switching lanes embracing blind spots hands off and blind folded doing 90 like why not separation of mediation and state of mind evacuating statements I can’t stand behind Im confiding in solitude cuz silence always follows through When Im in a F-T-W kinda mood My consciousness will out live my limbs So Im trying to feel alive in my skin Im more flawed than Im enlightened Looking for lightning in a bottle On a Tuesday then ya wake up where’s your life been? Am I dead or just finally free…. Am I dead or just finally free…. Am I dead or just finally free…. Am I dead or just finally free…. Dead in America Alive in Mexico Dead in America Alive in Mexico Dead in America Alive in Mexico Fake your own death Fake your own death Fake your own death and make it up as you go
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Placebo fx 04:28
Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away I’ve been making new shit with my friends dissociating from contemporary trends What’s the point in trying to be like them Im just trying to be like you and domesticate my lens I don’t bow to a deity or king Im a common criminal that never learned how to sing Cut and paste my dreams so they’re perfectly in sync Im a happy workaholic I should probably see a shrink Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…. Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…. Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away Im in the market for placebo effects and the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me (x2) I talk to myself in public when I need legal advice and an escape from blabber mouthes that I don’t even like Still trying to find a way to hide my darkest secrets Grooming my unibrow so nobody can see it We’ve all been bullied by the box they ship us in Hearts hanging heavy from a collective chagrin Im pathologically creative cuz I have to be Feeling misunderstood just comes naturally Im in the market for placebo effects and the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me (x2) Love will always be a hot commodity No amount of hate can kill kindred camaraderie Church burning racists deserve to rot alone in isolation and never get to feel true bliss or loving embraces This is the united state of Comcast For the right amount of resources we will bomb back We live die like it’s an eye for eye contact where blind the blind by contract so distracted by the gadgets attached to our mitts we spill coffee on our kicks then blame the establishment I try to block out the psycho babble hoping I forget cuz no amount of weed can clean the memories from my head but it’s okay, I’ve been existing as a ghost limiting my needs to self deprecating jokes so stay sharp, they’ll put a pipeline through your heart and post date the check til the day of your death... Im in the market for placebo effects and the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me (x2) Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…. Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…. Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…. Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay….

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released May 12, 2017

All songs written, produced, recorded, & mixed by Ecid (nineteen80three Publishing ASCAP) at the Werewolf Euphoria Hit Emporium (Minneapolis, MN)
Live guitar provided by Jason “Phingaz” Brown
Additional production on "Placebo fx" by DJ Name
Additional recording and mixing by Tony Williamette at Minnehaha Recording (Minneapolis, MN)
Mastered by Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound (New York, NY)

Artwork by Pat Jensen
Photography by Daniel Soderstrom

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Minneapolis made, Brooklyn based Rapper/Producer, Ecid has been creating his own brand of experimental hiphop for a decade and a half now. From the 2006 cult favorite-collaborative effort Saturday Morning Soundtrack to 2012's acclaimed solo release Werewolf Hologram, Ecid has proven time and time again to be an artist hell bent on steady mutation. ... more

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