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ROBBED

by Gat$

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    This is it. This is the album. My brother died and all I have to show for it is this body of work. I tried to remember him and the conversations about life we used to have, and I guess this is my best way of eulogizing him. Lord knows I choked up at the funeral. It took a lot to make this record, and I think it's the most special thing I've recorded, so I'm putting it on vinyl. I believe in it. If Abel can charge $100 for House of Balloons ten years later, I can make a record and do the same...maybe, lol. This is a preorder so since y'all rock with me so heavy, I'm placing it at $75 and we'll make it limited. If we have any leftover, well, we going to the moon lol. Each album will come personally addressed to YOU. We're going to make so many, and if it sells out before the release date, we will meet the demands; but once it's out, it's gone. I hope you enjoy this album. I love you, bro.

    Sincerely,
    Gat$

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1.
LAUGH WITH GOD 04:15
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All of my bars come like bricks Like a wall of beige Like king tuts grave Remember when we was slaves Fuck that remember we was rich When a nigga would die for jumping on a wave I’m stacking ships Niggas in chains lose they brains can’t fathom this We all ran the yards but the field ain’t that Can’t feel don’t trip can’t deal no cap No trap it’s red hats on heads like Fred Durst can you feel that drip Niggas think I killed a man I might be Fred Merc this Bohemian Rap Cause they can’t see me running for longer man this rep hurts The steel go blat to protect my name or lose life whatever comes first Please don’t talk to me I need privacy I got problems see That money can’t fix probably All of the demons on top of me Like jenga of prophecy The state look at we like property I don’t need no sympathy I just need my symphony Bad broads to sing for me Who knows who they’ll send for me All my granny’s dead But the gang will sin for me That shit an epiphany One day your heroes die Who gon slide they enemies Tell me how they remember thee I was moving fast because my blood was killing me Was moving cripple and can’t bang bigger C Like the niggas that jumped ship in verse 1 Running the sands underwater where hurricanes come from This is god body, we gotta return to earth huh Will they think of gold when I’m sleeping in the dirt what’s the worth I need a hunnid Cubans when my times done What your name is when the pine come I gotta laugh with God Let this cycle be the last one As I look at your grave All this weight on my bones Tears under my fade You done went home Smoking on this pain I got these texts on my phone I look in your daughters eyes Nigga you lied How the fuck we supposed to explain that you died Days past from 35 You told me I was the light and I had to sit with that You said you’d take care of yourself and you didn’t try Two tours in Iraq you survived Came back to the states and felt trapped by the guise of American dreams, so Robb niggas was the life Robbers was for you, it was funny I surmised That our time was limited, but Pi day was a surprise When I heard my mama screaming 7:49 I asked what was wrong and the answer made me cry
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BAD NEWS 02:26
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MOONLIGHT (MY FATHER JUAN) 03:19
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They say the mind change like the moon do My mind change up like the moon view My grind change up like a fool do Shake the cup till the brim like a monsoon Trying to stay black and die as a Zulu But wave make you shift like Cthulhu Peep the mirror will the fame go and change you Rather see my brains have the range of a sun roof Move lil nigga let the sun thru I can never go to sleep when the sun do It’s the delay that I peep like I’m Sun Tzu Peep the Opal in my grill that’s the Bluetooth High tide new mind what would you do Paint the road with a grey coupe Change lanes like my mind do Change frames like I can’t find you Pens and needles move me like it’s voodoo All the rings on a nigga like a Hulu All the rings on me like it’s Saturn Spinning like Sonic it’s a circles that we move thru What do you do when feelings fall thru When you go will your niggas still call you When I go will they wait to for a text back I hope you know that this is still all you Till then we out for blood like it’s SuWuu Escargot for anyone that pursue you Till we rich and niggas wanna sue you That was the plan that was the plan I popped a xan to Cage the animal like the zoo do You ever wonder what happened to the cool you Thoughts I think late for my own wake Make sure you put a real nigga in a cool hue Cause I look for trouble in moonlight Nothing to lose, I'mma hit roads if the moves right Heart on my sleeve, hoodie on me, it's a cool night Down with my demons, in it I'm leaning hoping the hues bright They say the mind change like the moon do My mind change up like the moon view My grind change up like a fool do Shake the cup till the brim like a monsoon Trying to stay black and die as a Zulu But wave make you shift like Cthulhu Peep the mirror will the fame go and change you Rather see my brains have the range of a sun roof Imma let my soul flow thru the room Like salt in the wound Like cracks in boon Bones crack when it booms Squad tight like naps when it’s June Not naps in bed but head Like maps in the braids I’ll come back for you soon I feel like a runaway slave Ran laps in this pain Pain lapse like the moon Cycle back to the sky We all gotta die Why did you go so soon Thoughts in my mind I cannot recline We was supposed to be womb to the tomb I feel like I cracked another tooth Spitting all these damn bars about you Puff another jay get to levitate Why we so fascinated with doom If I get the moves right I look blue in the moonlight But the sunflowers keep me so warm inside, warm inside
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BLACK NATIONALIST/NRA 04:08
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NO LIMIT '97 03:19
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NEW NEW'S CHAIN FROM 'ATL' (LAUREN LONDON) 02:59
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DURAG...an interlude 02:00
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WHEN I BECAME THE SUN 03:39
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IRREVERSIBLE 02:42
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10.
UNCUT GEMS (HOWIE'S SONG) 02:58
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Big steppa Bag fulla pressure Top never lesser And I still feel like a villain All these pains I’ve been living All this pain what’s the limit Money change up by the minute All of these chains, I’m a menace All of these chains, whats the penance I done threw hands for forgiveness All those nights I was tripping I done cried for the pennant I done died for these innings Tell a loser where is his winnings Can I cash out on these feelings Cash out I need a thrill for real I need a pill to feel Off a benz for real I’m feeling geeked I can’t compete Until I feel a mil Hit the alarm, what it’s worth, This 9 to 5 really don’t work I struggle for worth, what a price on a nigga Before I ride around town in a hearse Or covered in dirt Like gold or gem with no cut undersold since we hit birth It feel like a curse I studied the rappers and ballers Cause doctors and lawyers ain’t dropping no shirts Which cycle is worse? I been looking for shade life ain’t been too sunny, huh Tired of living bummy, huh Tired of having my stummy tucked Pucker up my pockets cause the duckets ain’t been coming bruh Don’t come here with that funny stuff Ben Richards if the stick is up Streaming ain’t no real money this rapping shit ain’t paying bucks Slave masters r’ us I think we already know the jig is up We be selling trauma on these beats but who gon check for us If they can’t get a check for us This bout’ to get dangerous Big steppa Bag fulla pressure Top never lesser Step in like yessuh I mean Big steppa Bag fulla pressure Top never lesser Step in like yessuh I mean What kind of tree could bear the strange fruit What kind of evil would watch it take root Watch them take you String you up likes it’s gonna be me Lemme break it down for the color blind who don’t see Purple like an Apple that got too big for the branch My aura bruised, so I’m enthused to light up stash On the same hues as my blues, a lil red in hash You can’t feel my pain so I don’t puff it and pass I just puff it and laugh Homies catch the pump cause they was on the wrong gas Death a funny thing cause they go someplace better Now you crying wiping tears off your seaters You homie face on a Gildan tell me that shit aint fucked The one night you left your shit in the tuck Divide and conquer expensive heat where it’s low income That’s global warming then some serve it like dim sum They owe us forty acres then some We all broke when the rent come Then we all broken, that's so damn dumb
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HUMAN 02:36
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I ain’t real I’m just human Me myself and lies I’m just cruising You was down on my name cause you was losing Chase the money I’m too busy for the choosing You screaming you real till you die where the point Your pack in the air we got DHL in the joint You identify as gangsta nah you just unemployed Fucking with the boy Paying for follows paying for views Paying for streams only Biggs you ain’t paying is you Smoking big cap / ness Issa big lack / stress Imma big dog All I do is spit black I’m up the block from where your wrist at Fucking with me would you risk that Yeah I’m a ride for the tit tat Imma need all my licks back Octopi with the arms huh yeah yeah James Bond Octopussy with the charm huh yeah Barack Obama on how I drop a bomb huh yeah yeah Drone strike draco riding thru the palms I’ve been down and out before When you winning they don’t wanna talk the score They wanna stand by you like a prop that’s for sure Music shit is fake if you didn’t know so 9 Groove in silence Thoughts been wilding Suicidal Autopilot Dr. Kevorkian in the DeLorian Wonder where we go when breaths are final Mis Under Stood Damn Out in the world on my lonesome But that loneliness belong to me I just want to be the man That I think I ought to be Hollow tips in the clip, Batman and Robin cold frost Play MF Doom in the whip I could never scare the hoes off In the midnight hour wrecked my first shit when I dozed off Girlfriend in passenger she lost the baby on the road dog Sins of a father to be, new age outlaws Dreams haunting me, it’s like I could never know soft How to be tender, vulnerable in the booth Like a Trump supporter drug by lies told by the tooth You gon be the villain if someone living out their truth So could you excuse what I do if you knew how I was so lost Prolly not, we all got an agenda Blood flow like dew in December I put my thoughts in a blender Then have my cake and eat it too but I’ll probably choke Midas my waters, i rather give and go broke I ain’t real I’m just human Me myself and lies I’m just cruising You was down on my name cause you was losing Chase the money I’m too busy for the choosing You screaming you real till you die where the point Your pack in the air we got DHL in the joint You identify as gangsta nah you just unemployed Fucking with the boy Paying for follows paying for views Paying for streams only Biggs you ain’t paying is you Smoking big cap / ness Issa big lack / stress Imma big dog All I do is spit black I’m up the block from where your wrist at Fucking with me would you risk that Yeah I’m a ride for the tit tat Imma need all my licks back Octopi with the arms huh yeah yeah James Bond Octopussy with the charm huh yeah Barack Obama on how I drop a bomb huh yeah yeah Drone strike Draco riding thru the palms I’ve been down and out before When you winning they don’t wanna talk the score They wanna stand by you like a prop that’s for sure Music shit is fake if you didn’t know so

about

In the midst of Covid-19, show cancellations, civil unrest and a botched album rollout for ROBBERS, my older brother Henry passed. Gutted and in quarantine, I spent my time tooling with 30 plus songs, but felt that these 4 represented my feelings amusing on loss, strength, and hope. Played on cinematically, I hope you take the time and are able to enjoy these recordings.

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released May 14, 2021

All songs written, recorded, produced, performed, mixed by Robert Ferdinand.
Additional Mixing on all songs by Paul Sombric.
Bass Guitar by Vinny Svoboda on "Moonlight"
Additional Production by Cliff Brown on "Moonlight"
Recording assistance and mixing on songs by Scott Arana.
All songs recorded at Five5 Studios in Tampa, Florida.

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