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.​.​.​Comes With a Price

by Reality Denied

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1.
Ain't Optin' 02:40
Don’t get mixed up, you know you don’t show caution You ran with the wrong crew, then you ran out of options I’m not playing any games, don’t know how long you thought things were gonna be this way Couldn’t keep your mouth shut, now it’s costin You played your hand but I ain’t optin For you I wont set a time and a place You don’t fit in, get the fuck out my face There’s no telling how much time that I’ve lost When you went behind my back and threw me under the fucking bus Couldn’t keep your mouth shut and now it’s costing you You’re playing your hand, I ain’t even opting in Think you’ve got it figured out but you don’t have a clue what’s going on If I opted into your bullshit, I wouldn’t have lived this long
2.
I knew I’d find out either way Your intentions had no end Don’t have ten more years to waste No use trying to make amends Why would I fuckin pretend? Don’t care you don’t like me it’s true There’s nothing left to say to you True brotherhood refused Can’t shake this fuckin feeling Nothing but hate Nothing but hate for you Dont wanna hear what you’ve got going on Or how you’ve been, whatever bond we had is gone Nothing but hate The time has come for you to dance with the devil Why the fuck you sweating I thought you liked to gamble?
3.
Tired of your bullshit cus you’re tryna break me down Don’t wanna think about it cus it’s gonna stress me out Tell me how it is but you ain’t got a fucking clue Try and buy your way in cus we know it’s what’s you’re used to Trust me - you ain’t got a fucking clue Justice - Only for the few I’ve seen those like you come and pass before Hardcore for the working class - to us this is more Stepped on the wrong shoes and you’re clearly mistaken Only took one look for us to tell that you’re faking Who you gonna point to when there’s no one to fucking blame? Where you gonna turn when there’s dollars to your fucking name? You’ve never seen the crackhouses or the cockroaches The thing I fear the most is losing those I call closest Time will tell, we know you’re not one of us Out of all the names you drop, name one you can trust Trust me, you ain’t got a fuckin clue Anyone but you ain’t worth your fuckin time See a friend in need and you won’t spare a fucking dime Justice, only for the few Now you talk like there’s nowhere to go Start talking about family, but there’s nowhere for you to fucking go Where you gonna go when your name has nothing? Where are you gonna turn to? Where are you gonna fucking go?
4.
RD'D 2 DEATH 01:59
Getting sick of mothafuckaz acting brave You won’t say shit to me When I see you on the street, you know itz RD Aint saying shit when you see us walking down James St Enter the kingdom from which we have come - come to fuck you up Don’t make me say it again cus you know where we’re from: Garden City Terror Unphased by insanity I choose to retain my reality Masters of brutality Deny your fuckin reality Getting sick of mothafuckaz acting brave You know they ain’t sayin shit Side eyes, clenched fists bitch we know what it is And it’s all that we’ll get
5.
10 Minutes 03:17
You talked tall and got washed out Call that cause and effect - what did you expect? You should be filled in cuz you look confused It ain’t about what you say, it’s about what you do Cus no matter what you fake Total bonds you can’t break Only family remains The gods of causality are chillin, countin on the fact your blood will be spillin The odds that you smarten the fuck up: one and a billion Cuz you don’t move as a unit Each one at odds, you know we see thru it Keep looking for support, you haven’t built the rapport Keep tryin, you can’t fucking do it Thought you could fuck with the monkeys paw to try and get what you want but it comes at a cost Haven’t earned a fucking thing and we can tell that you’re so fucking lost Don’t care what you say, cus you barely live it Act like you been here ten years and it's been ten minutes Get fucked, I’ve had enough Why should I try if you don’t give a fuck? It ain’t my job to hold your fuckin hand I hope you die before you take another stance Goofy motherfucker don’t know how to act Watch your back, you’re next in line to fuckin get smacked

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released May 26, 2023

Produced by Andy Dmytryshyn, Davis Maxwell, and Reality Denied.
Recorded by Andy and Davis at School House Studios.
Mixed by Davis Maxwell.
Mastered by Jamie King.

Artwork by @lynchcassidy
All songs written by Reality Denied.
All lyrics written by Conner Gibbs.

Vocals - Conner Gibbs
Guitar - Andy Dmytryshyn
Guitar - Dillon Frantists
Bass - Andrew Biancaniello
Drums - Matt Squires

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Reality Denied St. Catharines, Ontario

Niagara Hardcore

Contact: realitydeniedhc@gmail.com

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