DJ Se7en Interviews Crossworm

Introduce yourself to all the readers.

For those just discovering my music, thanks for listening. My name is Crossworm. I'm an independent solo recording artist from Windsor, Ontario Canada. It's a border city, southeast of, and facing Detroit, Michigan. I'm entirely self produced, and take pride in that. My music is a blend of Industrial, Hip Hop, and Punk. I call it dirtcore.

Where can we hear some Crossworm and pick up your releases?

My official website has an online store for purchasing digital downloads at discount @ www.crossworm.com I am sold out of all hard copies, but all future releases will be pressed and sold through www.thirteenpercent.com And of course, everything can be streamed for free @ www.myspace.com/crossworm

When did you start making music?

I started off as a drummer when I was 10 years old, and used to co-write songs with some friends in different bands. In my early teens I really wanted to learn how to produce music but knew absolutely nothing about beats, equipment, mixing or anything. But when I was 17, I just decided it to do it by any means necessary. I am 90% self taught.

I used to chop samples from my favorite CD's at the time, using Windows Wave Editor which came with Windows 95. I basically would piece together my own drum loops by recording multiple layers over each other. Using the pitch bending option, I was able to crate melodies from chopped instruments. I had no idea what midi programming was, and back then FL and Reason and all those programs didn't exist. I found a ripped copy of an old program called Mixman and that helped me begin slapping things together easier. For the tech savvy readers, I basically manipulated the loop program to trigger my own chopped samples, into a primitive form of midi automation. Kind of similar to what is now called Glitch Industrial. So that's how I started producing for a while. That's how all the beats were made in my first group "2KORPSE".

I started rapping because at the time it seemed like an ironically stupid thing to do for who I was. (a weird white kid from a small town out in the sticks of Canada). I guess I didn't realize I was months away from stumbling into a scene with a few thousand indie artists, with a similar story. lol

A few years ago I stepped it up a notch, and applied to a private Audio Engineering school downtown Toronto. It helped fill in many gaps and increased my ability to adapt and learn exponentially. I graduated class of 2007 and have continued to learn, and have since grown as an engineer, a songwriter, and an artist.

Who/What are some of your major influences?

I'm influenced by my own emotions first and foremost. The negative ones. That's what makes me want to write lyrics. Other than that I'm not really sure if I'm inspired by any particular artists. I think many people will say that my production sounds like I listen to Nine Inch Nails, played Nintendo as a kid, and listened to 80's pop. Which I can definitely agree too. Maybe those are subconscious influences that have effected my sound, but I don't know if there's anything or any band that makes me go "that was dope I wanna do that". Often times, a feeling I get from listening to a great song will get me hooked on that feeling. In turn I want to reproduce that from what's inside of me. If that makes sense.

In your eyes, who is your music directed to?

Good question. I feel like my music is dedicated to people who at times feel lost. If you've ever looked around at the way the western "free" world and society works, and thought to yourself, "that's complete bullshit"...then this music is for you. I would say that each album starts off almost like Alice woke up in Wonderland again, this time pissed off and in the mood for no bullshit. On that note, It was recently pointed out to me by a listener that every one of my releases has several Alice in Wonderland references. I guess if you crossed that story with "The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde", and "Mary Shelly's Frankenstein", you would get a closer feel of who Crossworm is. If you can relate to any of those characters, this is for you.

What would you say most of your lyrics are about?

There's a depth, and almost a vague, or mysterious vibe to a lot of my lyrics. I think my fans really enjoy picking out something new when they need to. Something that maybe they never got or heard in the song before. I think my stuff is really open to interpretation. I describe a feeling or picture with lyrics and I think whatever people take form that and relate to, is for their own. My music is an alternative to the run of the mill, superficial, shallow music that blasts over radio waves every day. And don't get me wrong...there's NOTHING wrong with mainstream music at all. Or listening to offbeat unknown music. I have my own guilty pleasures, but there is a time, a place, and a relevance for everything.

What are some "guilty pleasure" artists you're listening to right now?

Good one. There's all kinds of stuff I listen to that would seem way out of character, by listening to what I write. I don't know if I'm playing a lot of my guilty pleasures but right now I'm flipping through a playlist with some stuff like The Birthday Massacre, She Wants Revenge, HIM, The Everly Brothers, and John Mellencamp's "Uh Huh" record from the 80's. Also I just picked up this awesome album by this dude called CC Adcock and the Lafayette Marquis. It's some crazy Louisiana Blues/Swamp Rock.

How did you start Dirtcore, and what is the general meaning behind it and your work?

This is a topic I'm into in a big way. I think it was always there dating back to how I learned to produce, and the sound that came from it. I just didn't have a name for it that really fit. I used to call it Terror. Then 911 happened and I wasn't up for disrespecting that issue. Some shit isn't funny. I'm an artist with a sense of humor but I'm a grown man too. For a while I was calling my style Cold North in honor of the American view of the Country I'm from. Kind of like the opposite to Dirty South I guess. I dunno lol. But as I was writing Mouth Full of Dirt, I just stumbled over it and I was almost embarrassed I hadn't though of it before. Crossworm... underground....rapcore.... dirtcore. It just made sense. Since then I've really embraced it full throttle. It's always been a cliche to just make up a term for your music. But realistically I can say that I am my own blend.

To me other artists can call themselves, "industrial hip hop" or whatever, but the bottom line is there is a difference between being a melting pot, and just a regular mosaic. One is a blend the other is just patchwork stuck next to each other. Dirtcore is not just rapping over industrial beats. It's taking your vocal delivery into different worlds. Just the other day a friend of mine from the underground community described it as "an engineer's genre". That's one of the better ways to put it, because without the utmost attention to detail in your mixing and producing you can't possibly create a dirtcore record. I'm almost a snob about it. I guess rather than calling dirtcore a genre or a record label, I would say it's more like a certification process. I can't just give an artist a ton of beats and call that a dirtcore record. I would like to take on the traditional role of producer and be there in person to craft, carve, and shape that artist into the vibe of what it's all about, while still keeping what they're all about.

I also refer to my fan base as Dirtcore. We're our own situation all together. It's our freedom from the norm.

How did you come up with the name Crossworm?

I used to go by Mentally Corrupt. After I realized it was a synonym for 98% of shitty basement rappers, I decided to change the name. I was still in 2KORPSE at the time. I got a pen and a pad of paper out and sat there. Nothing came to me. So I decided to let whatever positive supernatural force was in my life at the time, take over. I wrote down the first word that came to mind. It was "worm". I felt like that wasn't enough and that it was probably in use by a bunch of people. The second word I wrote was cross, but I wrote it before the word worm on the page. It looked and felt right. There has been only one Crossworm since then. That was back in 1998.

Do you plan on growing Dirtcore at all?

Absolutely. I think every record I write myself is growing it, let alone some serious work I have in store. I would like to see the fan base solidify some more as well. Knowing who my fans are is important to me. Getting them to realize we are a unit, is also just as important.

Mouth Full of Dirt 2.0, Gut Rott, New Projects, what all are you working on these days?

I'm at a stand still with MFOD2.0 I don't know how I feel about that. I released versions of most of the songs as singles already. It feels like a collection of songs rather than an album and I'm not sure I want to really put that out there. I'm thinking of re pressing the first MFOD with a few bonus tracks on Thirteen Percent Records, and calling that done. Just so people can buy the first MFOD and make it worth the purchase after shipping. I'm too involved with the new shit.

Gut Rott is a monster. I'm hip deep in that right now. It's 100% produced, and I need to finish writing 2 songs. Then I'm going to start rehearsals for the recording sessions. I plan on doing this record at Menacide's studio and I want to be sharp as possible without wasting either of our time. But this album is a rollercoaster ride. it has some of the darkest, and dingiest production of mine to date. Yet I have some of the most uplifting melodic stuff I've ever done as well. There's a new Before I Wake type of joint that I have, and it's NUTS. 162 bpm. 5/4 timing. My breaths between lyrics are almost a flow of their own. Kind of like They Come and They Go, from the Ready to Burn album.

Aside from Gut Rott, there is some more dopeness on the way. I am debuting a brand new solo project of mine this year on Devilz Nite 2009. An album will follow that exclusive track. I am almost completely done producing that record as well. Also...I am personally producing a dirtcore record for an incredible underground artist. From the ground up. I was approached with the idea, and immediately thought it was a good idea. So this will be the first official dirtcore release from another artist besides myself. I'm not sure if that is something that should be kept on the D/L so I'll let people speculate who it is. Unless he makes it known on his own. Aside from that I've been commissioned by Rone Bone to produce a few beats for his next record, and I'm working on some remix stuff with Menacide. Speaking of remix, the track I just did for Ralph Watson on Londinium will probably lead me into working with him in the near future as well, be it exclusive production, or more remixing. He raised the bar with his video. Once the bar has been raised, it's time to step it up. That's where I'm headed. Seems like every day more is on the plate.

What's the status on your band 'Demerol'. Still together and making music?

Yup. All of us are in different cities for a bit, so we've become more of a songwriting project for now. Still writing and recording brand new tracks all the time though. The front man Lukas D, is working for Live Nation in Hollywood on sunset and that's keeping him anchored and plenty busy. Until the rest of us can get there, we remain unlaunched. But our catalog is getting bigger and that will come in handy very soon. Some plans in the works.

Give us your insight on the Devilz Nite series. What plans do you have for the future of it?

This really is Menacides baby and I don't want to make it the Crossworm show. I want to do it the justice it deserves and just strengthen the integrity of it. This year I approached Matt Molgaard at Fangoria about reviewing it. This is huge for the genre and I'm surprised Fangoria hasn't been included in many horrorcore releases already. This is a great step in the right direction. I notice that everyone want's to start their own compilation, mixtape or whatver. There's nothing wrong with that at all but it seems to me like projects come and go with no promotional value. While everyone's running around trying to be the big chief, not many are taking responsibility for promoting what's already happening. That's why I'm setting a challenge this year, to try and match my efforts. I'm personally promoting this release to at least 3000 wickedshit fans. It's going to take me a couple of days to do it, but people are forgetting this is an important promotional tool for the wicked underground. I'm not throwing a contest or anything like that. No incentives. That will only attract people who want something in return and that's not what this is about.

In the future, I could see Devilz Nite going in the direction of hosting. Kind of like Mixtapes or the UGH series. I was thinking of maybe doing something special with the 10th DN release which happens to fall on 2012. There's that whole "End of the world" gimmick that could tie into a great release, and possibly a pressed collectors edition. But I don't know if Devilz Nite should really enter that realm. Who knows right now.

What brought upon the decision of putting it in your hands?

Menacide brought this up to me a couple years ago actually just before DN2K7. At the time I thought it was a heavy thing to take on, and wanted to really think about it. Before Menacide and I knew each other he was one of the very few dudes I looked up to in the underground, so when he kind of took me under his wing and brought that to the table, I was more than honored. I was worried about filling some big shoes. After a while I realized he didn't want me to fill his shoes. He respects how I walk in my own, and I said ok I'll do it. And it wasn't really like he didn't want to do it anymore. He just really wants to focus on his own music. The dude has been pretty selfless and I think it was just time for him to focus on his art for a minute.

Will we ever see any new 2KORPSE music?

I hope so. I've been trying to make that happen for years. Krayz hasn't really been on a horrific element in a long time. After the last 2K record, he was the first one of us to go solo at the end of 2001. He put out a MEAN solo hip hop record on some Rockit beats and called it a day after that. I've been moving all over the North American Continent since 2001, and recently so has he, so it's been difficult to even be on the same page. But word through the grapevine is that he's got some new tracks in the works. I recently got a hold of him about a new 2KORPSE song for Gut Rott too. I hope that happens. I'm gonna push as hard as I can to see that. That's my dude from childhood man. We started this shit together. Early dirtcore began from the sound that two kids from small town Essex, Ontario had put together in 1998. I never even wanted to go solo. Life got crazy and we split. I'd love to see another record from the two of us. If it happens it might not be called 2KORPSE or have that kind of content but the spirit will be there. And it would mop the floor with the nonsense.

The Snuff Addicts; how do you feel about this project and how will it tie into your busy schedule?

As of yet I've been asked to be a feature on the project. I'm not a member of the entire group project, but I'm told I'm the first feature. I trust J Hexx wholeheartedly on this project and it's refreshing to see some sort of literary horror essence morph into audio format. There's a lot of room for that medium. I want to make my part in this project stand out, and really be a staple in what it's all about. It's my goal to be remembered, and to deliver a sickening element to the storyline.

Any collabs coming? Or any you would like to create?

Some collabs that are in the works, are with Trips and Renigade again. Individually. I just did tracks with J Hexx and Madd Maxxx. Both are devastating. Those are on the upcoming Mixtape Massacre and Presidents of the Wicked Underground Volume 2. I have some stuff in the vault with brother Menacide. I can say I will most likely get Ralph Watson aka Geist on a track, and I would love to see OMN999 of the Gravediggaz / Flatlinerz legacy on a track. There's a rumor that dirtcore has made it's way to him and he likes what he's hearing. So I'm going to approach that. I'm not really a whore about collabs. It's not something I stick notches in my belt with. I realize many underground cats see them as levels of achievement. Mind you this is ONLY my personal opinion, but for me I won't let who I've worked with become what I'm about. I think my own aura is best described by what I'm about as an artist, in audio form. I've actually never pressed a solo record with features on it either. Gut Rott will be the first.

If you could work with any 5 Artists or Producers, Dead or Alive; Who would it be and why?

Really quickly I'd say...producers alive... Trent Reznor and Dr. Dre. They are the innovators of their time and I love their work. Imogen Heap. That woman is a brilliant producer / songwriter and I've bought and enjoyed every one of her albums. Klayton aka Celldweller. Lemme see that's four. For a fifth... I dunno... I guess I'll say I'd like to work with Eminem and produce a record with him on MY sound/style.

What drives you to keep making music?

Ideas, emotions, and life experience. If I run out of ideas, or inspiration, or stop feeling. There's no more music. Unless of course my inspiration crosses over into another art form besides music. That could eventually happen.

If you could go back to any year and start your music career then; what year would it be and why?

I would have liked to see the punk scene in the mid 70's. Not that I really enjoy all that music, but being a part of something no one else ever thought would become popular, and seeing it function on a DIY level, and being able to talk about it first hand. That would be the shit. Other than that...I think I'm already doing that exact same thing in the wicked underground.

If you could accomplish only one thing with your music, what would it be?

Having a major mainstream artist cite me as being their number one influence/inspiration. It was never about fans, or selling records and merch. All I ever wanted was respect from my peers for being original. So far, I'm a success. I hope that continues. Even if I'm only an artists artist for the rest of my life.

How strong is the Underground in your opinion?

The line that divides corporate control over music, and the DIY movement is what keep the underground strong. It will always be strong in any genre. The more accessible your music is, the more likely you are to cross that line into corporate mainstream. If that's good for you...good for you.

In a positive way I see the underground as a few really great artists, fans, and associates, who have the potential to put a dent in music history. In a negative light I see these great artists surrounded by sub par, bitter and jealous, unoriginal crabs in the bucket. Like leeches who misinterpret the greatness of what is happening, trying to replicate it but failing. The problem is... anyone who steps into that world will most likely see that first because it takes no effort to see it. Those of us who are trying to build a cohesive empire are putting in the real work by helping to polish the scene one artist at a time. One show at a time. One record at a time.

Truthfully, where do you see yourself in music in another 5-10 years?

I'm a realistic person. Realistically....in 5 years...I see myself with a production/licensing and/or songwriting contract for a major indie. I see myself having a day job working in a post production house in L.A. In 10 years I can see myself working with my own production company on the side, with a day job possibly working for a major or major indie in A&R or Artist Development / Production. (If those departments still exist in 10 years. I doubt it.)

Last question! Any shout outs you'd like to give?

Aside from the Thirteen Percent Records dudes, Menacide and McNastee... This time I'm shouting out the artists that aren't getting their shine yet. The ones who feel like no one's listening. The guys who don't have people jockin them to press their records, or throw beats at em'. The hungry dudes, ready to up their game by any means necessary. The artists who's getting their tracks passed on. The same artists who get ignored when they promote their stuff. The underdogs. That's me too, don't let the internet fool you. I'm with you dudes. Evolution will save us all.

From Essex to Essex

Yesterday I stumbled on an absolutely great video/song by an artist from London, UK named Ralph Watson aka Geist. I took some times to remix this beauty and add some more dirt to it.

check out the original:



here is my remix:

Radiowave Rabies

It's been a while. Let's see...what has been happening? Well iTunes is certainly dogshit at times. Because of the default preferences, I lost the beats and track listing for Gut Rott. Took me a few days to re-export all the sessions and name them accordingly. All a part of my new "keep your shit in order" process.

89X radio in Detroit had been playing Shades of Gray for a while. That was definitely sexy. I have a track with The J Hexx Project on the up coming compilation, "Presidents of the Wicked Underground: 2".

OH.. and digital downloads are now available. my whole catalog. 3 - 5 bucks for an album. cant beat that.

http://www.dirtcore.bigcartel.com

ttfn

Ingested

Over the past week I have been mixing down and finalizing the production for Gut Rott. I can't wait to showcase some of this stuff. Including a fast tempo, 5/4 off timing joint called "Reversion"... as well as a new epic song I call "Last Breath Dies". It's my most intricately written piece of production to date and contains a 16 bar breakdown.

I've also put together the preliminary artwork for the album. It's a fucking beautiful piece of photography that I had to have. It has some definite significance as far as metaphorical content but I'll leave all that for much later.

until we meet again.....

The Unborn

When I first started putting together the production for what I believed was Gut Rott, I heard it as less intelligent and more violent and dark sounding. There were some truly dingy elements at work in the production I had created at the time.

But now I find that no matter how much I try to push forward with Gut Rott, it just will NOT let itself be born. It is slowly erasing itself. In it's place is a growing concept record, much more intellectually calculated, and vindictive. I fell like the only way to take the reigns on what I am writing is to form the concept as a womb, and let the record gestate inside of it.

With the help of Menacide, I've recently been able to upgrade my soundbanks and have incorporated a cleaner sound to the production I am now mixing. The new audio is helping me paint a soundscape that is beautifully hideous, cunning, and manipulative. Something else is at play. I'm just letting myself run with it. The white rabbit is losing the race down the hole.

this record will represent my own personal monster... my cain enabled.

April Scours Wilt the Flowers

I've made some updates recently and dropped some necessary loot on furthering the Crossworm product. One is the official dot com. I bought a domain and some hosting, and brushed up on my html and graphic skills to whip the site together.

The other is a sound bank update. I just bought a couple packages of over 5500 new drum sounds total. I'm blown away with how much better my production is sounding and I'm currently spending 4 hours a day just on beats for my new album "Gut Rott". Not to mention a few customs people are hiring me for.

I've locked myself away for a while out here in Grand Rapids. I'm putting together some awesome material right now, and I'm writing a lot of new lyrics. By the end of summer I hope to have a huge catalog of songs to carve a tracklist out of. I'm staying offline for a bit, but I'll check once in a while to answer emails.

I started writing my memoirs dating back to 1998 when I started as Crossworm. I'm not sure what I'll do with it yet but it's helping me focus on all the changes that have happened over a decade. It helps clarify where I'm going, as I look at where I've been. It's been an interesting journey and I feel like a brand new one is about to begin.

I recently linked up with Menacide to record a few tracks, including 3 collabs and a new solo Menacide joint. All of which he had me engineer in house. Menacide and I are both locked into our new material and don't plan on surfacing until a huge portion is in the vault. We both seem to have the same policy when it comes to the writing process... Shun the outside world and fall down the rabbit hole for a while. Mack is doing shows and putting work as usual. thirteen percent records is alive and breathing new life into music. 2009 is an exciting year for the creative process.

WELCOME TO DIRTCORE

MOUTH FULL OF DIRT 2.0

1 -Shades of Gray
2 -Thievery
3 -Newvolution
4 -Before I Wake
5 -Eyes of the Looking Glass
6 -I Hope You Fail
7 -I Won't Let Go
8 -Blow Your Head Up
9 -Hate On
10 -Stuck in This (remix feat Menacide)
11 -Let Me Fly
12 -Where Do I Go?
13 -Kings and Fiends (feat Heavy Hittaz)
14 -Make it Rain
15 -I Hope You Fail (remix)

MOUTH FULL OF DIRT 2.0 LYRICS

SHADES OF GRAY

they had to bury me deep in the dirt. man it hurt, to see me
go but i had to blow my fuckin head off my shoulders yo.
man i know that I'm sick. but i quit,
being takin advantage of and i had to get to the end of it.

they dug a hole in the ground six feet. and they
stuck me back with the maggots in the hole with the heat discrete.
and when i broke, the fucking door.
they put my corpse back in the morgue with a weapon so i can go to war.

in the sky, with the light that shines
take away what I can say you try, but they die
now the pain will stay. hit your knees baby pray.
youre either with or against the shades of gray. (i'm here to stay)

in the sky, with the fire inside
take away what I can say is divine but they die
now the pain will stay. hit your knees baby pray.
youre either with or against but either way. (i'm here to stay)

they try to fuck with me up in the mind. But inside
I put a barracade deep and confined into the side line.
man i know that you're fucked, but it sucks
when you can feed, all the lies, and pass the buck.

Fucking retarded for believing in any bit of hope
people can never change, Earth is at the end of the rope
and it will shrug us off. either way. I know I'm never lost.
...the debt is too high to pay. So we became the cost.

I made a bet with your god many times..
...he has yet to pay his end of the deal. nickel and dimes
winds through chimes. and the leaves turn to gray
i feel ignored and to the core is a horrible cage, here to stay.

I'll open up with a bullet in the chamber
and the temple of the mind, inside, full of danger
I see you cry. when the weapon will close weary eyes
and blow the back of my brains, to bloody butterflies

in the sky, with the light that shines
take away what I can say you try, but they die
now the pain will stay. hit your knees baby pray.
youre either with or against the shades of gray. (i'm here to stay)

in the sky, with the fire inside
take away what I can say is divine but they die
now the pain will stay. hit your knees baby pray.
youre either with or against but either way. (i'm here to stay)

When i come back will you open your arms, will you harm me
or will you be the first, to be with, me in my army
i realize, that in the light of the wild times
im bound, to disgust, you with evil in my crimes

I'm in the dirt with the demons when I am out of luck
headed for the flames, of hades and I dont give a fuck
..Stick and move and I duck, and take your head off
Murder the rules, and my brains, whenI break the led off.


THIEVERY

I cant sleep. the fucking thieves. they creep
I cant dream. what you will sow. I reap
Please believe. I'm coming back from the grave
..from any pain they will not be saved.

Open my grave and inside you might find.
nobody saved in a fucked up mind.
so get back cuz a corpse can rise.
and if you witness it I'm taking your eyes.

10 years in the dircore ways.
maggots I taste have erased my face.
a lifetime full of rage and pain.
I need a way to erase my brain.

6 feet with a need to go deep.
grave thieves can fuck up my sleep
open the casket I'm ready with a blade
I swing away and make the lifeline fade

I cant sleep. the fucking thieves. they creep
I cant dream. what you will sow. I reap
Please believe. I'm coming back from the grave
..from any pain they will not be saved.

check, one, two, three....

Pull out the book of your ways, and you pray
it wont save you a place, where you lay
under the soil you rott through your days
your book of rules will vanish without a trace

I wipe my ass on the way that you live
I fucking hate you and the damage you did.
you put your votes in the barrel of a gun
I pulled the trigger and you blacken the sun

they try to hide but its easy to discern
a penny raped is a penny that you earned
another mess and the world still turns
I hope the Earth will let me see it all burn

I cant sleep. the fucking thieves. they creep
I cant dream. what you will sow. I reap
Please believe. I'm coming back from the grave
..from any pain they will not be saved.

I came back from the fire and the flame
and I release your pain in my name.
so break motherfuckers off in the pit
dirtcore and you know we dont give a shit.

I'll take you for your word, youre a soldier for the cause.
if I am wrong, then you die in my jaws.
be on the team, or get outta my way.
the blood stains, when it flies, in a spray.

they try to hide but its easy to discern
a penny raped is a penny that you earned
another mess and the world still turns
I hope the Earth will let me see it all burn

I cant sleep. the fucking thieves. they creep
I cant dream. what you will sow. I reap
Please believe. I'm coming back from the grave
..from any pain they will not be saved.


NEWVOLUTION

if you dont know what I'm doing then what the fuck are you gonna prove.
listen to the music this evolution is coming soon.
I'm in the dirt and it hurts to be the contrast.
the first bully in class will get smashed through glass.

I got your poison in veins infecting me I change.
and like I'm jekel to hyde I change brain waves.
so you can heckel inside but dont you fuckin say it.
cuz at the core I infest with the blood I can spray it.

alone and cold, in search of a home I call my own
and I dont bleed I'm a stone, I'm ugly to bone
I never fit in the puzzle and I aint in your crowd
so dirtcore is my nation and we are on the prowl

I was there and couldnt step in a cathedral
I was there when we were getting live evil.
Now I'm back on the planet I have a new resolve.
The cage, never will change, we rebel and evolve.


I know wherever I go I see the way you changed me.
I know that maybe we grow but I cant see lately.
I know that inside a mind we need be pollution
I break from outta my cage and be a newvolution.


turn out the lights and meditate with the false hope.
you can't mix, the cancer and coke and try to cope.
Finally made it and baby in case you couldn't tell
I earned the right, to bleed and be evil as hell.

something to bleed for. someone to die for
somewhere to cry for, someone to try for.
A place that I belong, a place I'm never wrong.
a place that I...can hit the sky and and be a song.


when left to right is to right and wrong for broken wing.
I break the crayon in half and I scream to sing.
blow out the flesh in my lungs, when I dont give a fuck.
chew up the words in tongues, pull no punch or duck.

they say to you that they represent the outcasts
but I was kicked to the curb, so what the fuck is that.
they made a place of their own but to me its a trap
they'll try to rape what i have, but I'm fucking em' back.

flow with the current but double back to fight streams.
Maybe I'll find who we are. Maybe I might dream
I know you sit with a loss, for what the music is.
fuck the radio DIRTCORE is who he is..


I know wherever I go I see the way you changed me.
I know that maybe we grow but I cant see lately.
I know that inside a mind we need be pollution
I break from outta my cage and be a newvolution.



BEFORE I WAKE

when I need to be in the middle of a safe haven.
crave the blood I may be saved in.
never waste in the taste of the first spill...
no pill with thrills in the first kill.

no hope. no faith. no pain.
no gain for the faceless name.
...no souls ...darkest hearts.
..fresh start now we'll never be apart.

...suicide... painless death.
...we scream with our very last breath.
run away with the pain in chest.
at best we die with the rest

...cheat death and you hold me up high.
feet swept and I had you surprised.
...In the back of my mind.
never die with a lifeless line.

when i die before I wake.
will you rape the soul you take.
am I nothing but number on a list.
grit my teeth and I pump my fist.

when i die before I wake.
will you rape the soul you take.
am I nothing but number on a list.
grit my teeth and I pump my fist.

when I need to feel like I died the depression hits home.
skitzo when I mix my syndrome.
love gained in the way we both hold
heavy hearts to the world we stay cold.

enemy to the way we live life.
gonna be the cage into my strife.
and I know were better dead.
..so put the barrel to the back of my head.

love birds and the one stone kills us.
we die with a weapon that thrills us.
2 fates are the same to someone.
soul mates in the day we become one.

...cheat death and you hold me up high.
feet swept and I had you surprised.
...In the back of the mind.
never die with a lifeless line.

when i die before I wake.
will you rape the soul you take.
am I nothing but number on a list.
grit my teeth and I pump my fist.


EYES OF THE LOOKING GLASS

misunderstood but I keep moving on, under a sky of grey.
no way of knowing or showing I'm ready to pave the way.
traveled the country in search of a soul i left behind.
walked horizon lines when I knew I was blind.

and I'll be the reason to start the season early and fast.
forget the anger run away and leave hate back in the past.
..still I think that I'll make it despite my weary eyes.
I left the lies in the lives of sin and crime.

if i die before i wake and never last.
study my life, through the eyes of the looking glass.

a pill for the fix. a tear for the taste.
a glass for the mix. a year for the waste.
a dream for tonight. I sleep for the past.
20/20 hind sight through tht eyes of the looking glass

I took the pill I was given then I crashed into my bed and slept.
I sunk my head in the same pillow i last wept.
filthy and full of another day.. of sweat and tears.
under my back, the blood shed.. and many fears.

Still nobody was there...to get me through the days.
Only get paid when I played with Lukas and Blaze.
..and still I think that I'll make it despite the false hope.
Cuz I don't live in a promise or lie so i can cope.

if i die before i wake and never last.
study my life, when I smash the looking glass.

a pill for the fix. a tear for the taste.
a glass for the mix. a year for the waste.
a dream for tonight. I sleep for the past.
20/20 hind sight through tht eyes of the looking glass

misunderstood but I keep moving on, and now i know why.
cuz if I fall... I fell in vain, and didn't try.
and still I know that I'll make it despite nobody there.
to show me where I belong where they all care.

if i die before i wake and never last.
cover your eyes, or go blind in the looking glass.

a pill for the fix...a tear for the taste.
a glass for the mix...a year for the waste.
a dream for night...I sleep for the past.
20/20 hind sight through the eyes of the looking glass


I HOPE YOU FAIL

Sat on the coast line...of my misery I don't know if I'm
intertwined in my mind I know it's so divine.
I know control is a hold of me old and kinda sickening.
help me to show you I'll grow but a time bomb's in me ticking.

Maybe exploding is only in a way I cope with that.
Maybe control is so phony I need to spring a trap.
step in the middle and crash like a train derailed.
a killer whale unnoticed and I'm hoping you fail.

They used to hope that I'd fail... but I don't know about it.
They used to hope that I fall... but now they highly doubt it.
They used be only them...now its you on my tail.
You used to label me hopeless now I hope that you fail.

what if I said to you I'd never do what you did to me.
called me your only then took a blade, to put it through me
kicked me to curbs like a bag of your trash but I laugh
Cuz all I see is you crawling back... to me kissing ass.

I hope you know and see I've grown as a better man.
I hope you don't think I'll ever show you again.
I know that its only in the know ...follow my trail.
it's the end of a long cold day and I hope you fail.

They used to hope that I failed... but I don't know about it.
They used to hope that I fall... but now they highly doubt it.
They used be only them...now its you on my tail.
You used to label me hopeless now I hope that you fail.

Maybe I'm penniless full of stress...maybe I covet.
the way you live when I'm down and out...maybe you love it.
I knew you'd always be there...to show me who I am.
in your eyes... see I'm damned...lesser a worse man.

You never taught me to raise...my head and see the light.
stuck in the middle of evil covered in black and white.
never the grey of a situation or bitter choice.
You used to be my discouragement to use a voice.

I'll hold you down in the waters of all your pain and sorrow.
For every day in the past, I'll take away tomorrow
And when i see you at last.. sad lonely and pale
I hope to god that you know that I hope you fucking fail.


SAVE MY SOUL

You cant save me never try to sway me from the life I have.
See I display a new wave you live to be a fad.
But I encompass a decade of underground culture
you're honesty not original you're a fuckin vulture.

11 years, of blood sweat and fears, and my peers
jeering at me and the savage in me is in my ears.
telling me I need to break it and think outside the box.
And I have enough ammo to blast through fort knox.

You cant shock me cuz all that you do's a carbon copy.
go and dabble in your teeny bop, hobby you're sloppy.
I live and die for the riots inside of me that I vent.
and the way I live is the first creed of thirteen percent.

Strap me down to the table and label me as crazy.
seeing me hazy in the fog of your industry is lazy.
Im not your dog on a leash, I am a fuckin BEAST.
And I will shred through your lame scene at the very least.

you tried to save my soul.
its way too late... I smash through you fakes.
I don't need to be saved. break through my cage, in a rage I dominate.


match what I bring as I attack, I launch a full assault.
the greatest shit that you've done is locked up inside a vault.
see you're a slave and you know that you're bound to fade away.
and I know you'll only come back to the underground to play.

syndicate ways, the dirtcore stays.
my fanbase is ravenous tearing away your fake face.
You cant breed that loyalty acting like you're me.
we're breaking branches off family trees, destroying seeds

Strap, me down to the cold table label me crazy.
seeing me hazy in the fog of your industry is lazy.
Im not the one you can stop I will ruin your crop.
Ripping you down from the top, bodies pile up and rott.

you tried to save my soul.
its way too late... I smash through you fakes.
I don't need to be saved. break through my cage, in a rage I dominate.
you tried to save my soul.
and on my grave put these words on my head stone plate.
you tried to save my soul.



80 percent quit. they never make it
7 percent emulate the trends, they flop and cant take it
13 percent eat sleep and breath it and we see that the rest hate it
fuck em.
all of em.
one three.


BLOW YOUR HEAD UP

I write psalms with the blood on my palms about murdering yours.
Turning moms into dominated scandalous whores.
Intercourse over ouija boards invoking hordes.
insight the riot of demons in semen she adores.

Its so amazing how quick the colon hole can rip.
Holding control of my dick is sick if you peel tits.
Ripping nipples off, dripping blood in my bowl of mild.
Lapping at it like a act and just have at it and tilt.

I'll Blow your head up
Fuck the hook on a song I'll blow your head up

I spit beats like a cunt with a mouth full of skeet and melon seeds.
Sicker than brail you read, made of snot on the sheets.
It's in my genes to be the greenest and form a team.
You squirt the crease of your jeans and seep out of the seems.

Blast your mouth with a liquor glass and kick that ass.
It's how I treat you whore with no morals or class.
I'm at the bar with a mans drink. Dont try to kiss me.
I'm on the edge of disaster in a glass of the whiskey.

I'll Blow your head up
Fuck the hook on a song I'll blow your head up

I wrap chairs over people and scare medical faculty.
You can't cage or ever catch up to shackle me.
I'm sick of all of you motherfuckers in every scene.
See I'm the meanest of fiends and I eat who is green.

And my team is people who open up your skull.
Fuck up your cranium bangin it up against a wall.
Fuck a hook on a track, you made your bed up.
Now sleep in that bitch, cuz I'm blowing your fuckin head up.

I'll Blow your head up
Fuck the hook on a song I'll blow your head up

Yes I am that guy, in the back with an awkward eye.
Ready to bust that fuckin glass. That empty glass of rye.
Upside of your fuckin mouth. I Dont give a fuck what you're about.
And if you don't like who I am, get the fuck out.


HATE ON

You know who the fuck I am, Im the dude with his dick in his hand.
Landing my kids on your face, cuz I cum with a plan.
Bust out a map in your mouth, blow out your fuckin teeth.
Critical massive attack. I pull back and release.

Both feel stomping over your nose on the ground.
Bitch ass women emcees in the lost and found.
Get down, get back, Jack. Cuz I'm taking the crown.
Gilgamesh said it best. We don't fuck with a clown.

Oh shit, did this kids mommas tit,
go and garble up a motherfuckers words? I aint hearing a bit.
Better be the kid at the back of the class. Shut the fuck up.
Dirty suckers getting ruffed up, stole on, and snuck up.

Hip hop is new corporate rock, and I aint fuckin with it.
You rock mouth on a cock, cuz dick suckings in it.
I cross limits in leaps and bounds, like a gazelle.
If you aint feeling the shit I spit you can go to hell.

I'm an asshole and I'm the kid that you love to hate on.
You fuckin retards color in a book with a crayon.
You'll never stay on, spray away and splatter your hate.
Your jealousy aint shit, and I piss on your plate.

The evil never dies. Throwing elbows I blacken both your eyes.
You get your mouth on the curb regardless of your size.
Rubbing your mom and her tits got you boiling your zits.
I couldnt give a fuck less or two shits.

Spit like a savage, Im ravaging you at my pace.
So suck my dick and get the fuck outta my face.
I murder your asshole. My music is is stuck in you
By the end of the song, you could say a piece of me's fucking you.

Cold North rioter, soliad the Empire,
the higher the fuckin sky, then the higher is my desire.
For hire I fuck with all the liars hiding in lies.
Lyrical Mysery Coast. Form of the worst highs.

Spit it to last, smash that ass you die first.
Don't even buy this fuckin shit, just cuz of my verse.
Fuck em all. Me and record labels don't politic.
Fuck a CD dont buy me cuz now I dont give a shit.

I'm an asshole and I'm the kid that you love to hate on.
You fuckin retards color in a book with a crayon.
You'll never stay on, spray away and splatter your hate.
Your jealousy aint shit, and I piss on your plate.

yes I am an asshole and I dont give a fuck.


STUCK IN THIS

Hard times make us strong and we live on.
Stuck in this game right or wrong but every song
is another story of the glory lost and found.
Stuck in this game like a plague in the wicked underground.

Stuck in a cold place and I aint confused,
but it looks to me like I dont have a choice to lose.
Staying with loose views and drunk in my chair at night.
It's looking a lot like I dont have a strength in life.

But I fight, so I can practice the right to live how I need.
This evil in me is seeing the need for me to bleed.
Fear is fuck all but anticipating the facts.
Steady my fate stacks on the edge of my dullest axe.

No one is knowing that growing up is inevitable.
I hoe some will show me how to throw up all the venom or
I'll die. Polluted by words of the first snake.
Foam out the face and shake til' I break.

stuck in this. I cant leave still I see
the vision of me up in the tree on one knee.
stuck in this. Stabbed and bloody from my blade.
the runes in my flesh decay as I age.

Stuck in a place of wicked ways, my name changed
to Crossworm so I could be who I am today.
Lonely and bold but I aint foney I'm cold
and I'm thinking of many ways to make my life fold.

So I can go from A to Z without going through the rest,
But that aint what is gonna strengthen my chest.
So the best that I can do is be true and stay on this path.
Shrug off the rest of this evil as I laugh.

stuck in this. I cant leave still I see
the vision of me up in the tree on one knee.
stuck in this. Stabbed and bloody from my blade.
the runes in my flesh decay as I age.

Hard times make us strong and we live on.
Stuck in this game right or wrong but every song
is another story of the glory lost and found.
Stuck in this game like a plague in the wicked underground.


LET ME FLY

gonna be that worm in a crysalis weaving silk outta wicked shit.
spit the shit you stick in get fickle with and you're chicken shit, ..I
craft, a barrier raft, and float away in the water.
in the wind I slim out the chance of me being led to slaughter.

I got you... in the palm of the only hands.
that I have to rip away my plastic face and reveal a man.
I cant...stand, alone without any breeze, over my wings.
the shift in the season is reason for me change things.

johnny cross, born a moth, from a maggot cocoon.
inside of me is a tomb, and I make way for the room.
as I digest, the rest the parasites I collect.
in the best of times, the height of my mind will resurrect.

and I feel the evil is eaten away and I'm the host.
of the demons feeding and needing more but the holy ghost.
in the bones, and my thorax is sore at those at most.
I'll never stop till I fly, and I boast.

I need the wind, and my new dirty wings, open at last.
you see me the past, ugly worm, and my skin in your glass.
I'll never last, your grasp. it's the end of my days.
open the lid to my cage, and help me fly away.

the wind, on my new dirty wings, free me at last.
you see me the past, ugly worm, from a skin in a glass.
I'll never last, your grasp only shadows the day.
open the lid to my cage, and let me fly away.

gonna be the dust, and the ash in the glass, that never gave up.
take up the crossworm, and maybe one day gonna wake up.
placate the fake haters hate the snake, but understand his view.
rip wings away and you'll never know how the maggot flew.

I crave, so many more days, than genres can allow.
I crave, so many more ways, that'll make me ask how.
can I get back, to being part of the art I love.
the purest form of storm in me when a push, come to shove.

you bought the records, mixing up with the hecklers.
never for a second second guessing what were my next, words.
and I get to thinking about ravenous consumption.
needing more, but my hands, sore is my new assumption.

I need the wind, and my new dirty wings, open at last.
you see me the past, ugly worm, and my skin in your glass.
I'll never last, your grasp. it's the end of my days.
open the lid to my cage, and help me fly away.

the wind, on my new dirty wings, free me at last.
you see me the past, ugly worm, from a skin in a glass.
I'll never last, your grasp only shadows the day.
open the lid to my cage, and let me fly away.

unsteady hands defiling scales on wings.
unable to coast on the breeze.
retreating to hives of bees
communities of relief.
brotherhood and truth
growing from blackend hearts in youth.
I seek what I can't see.
the wings that grow from inside of me.
let me fly away


WHERE DO I GO?

Where do I go from
here? The years, are terrible with the lost hope.
we put the faith in the ropes tight. as a cable tow
look at us, what the fuck is hapnin' gotta get quick back to actin.
like a man, but I can't, when Im only a fraction.

Educated by the renegades in the industry.
Underrated by the radar planes, they missed me.
Wisdom is earned, and knowledge is only learned.
Cover my ass, and I laugh, I can't be burned.

One day you'll notice conglomeration is obvious.
Cover your tracks and none can try to Lobby us.
I see em pissed, and violent inside shaking.
They try to fuck with me rugged Im never vacant.

Nobody home cuz I roam and steady drift past.
No one can haul, or carry, or even lift ass
the way I do and I'll never need, to prove it to you.
I put the cash back in the music and move it to you.

where do I go....I never know. but its on with the show
Im a slave, to the industry and the radio
I tried to say that I'm underground, dirty to bone.
I walk a fucked up road...but I'm never alone.

reciprocated by lesser than zero.
nobody's giving a flying fuck about the need for a hero.
but they just move a long, shut the fuck up and write another song.
twist caps, from Labatts, and steady hit the bong.

You know that I rope the hopeful, you don't battle that.
boat loads of your battle raps don't battle that.
fake foes with them cheap hoes in Cadillacs.
don't show me nothing but choke lows and fraggle raps:

puppets up in this, the business of hands up asses.
people controlling you, holding you aint where the cash is.
fuck the paper that holds a deal you wanna sign on.
I aint a cheap ass Saigon hooker so be a by gone.

get out the way of a train with too much fucking steam.
where I'm going aint nothing, it aint shit to me.
show me the green, the money, leaves, and envy scene
we keep it mean so ruggedly they aint seeing me

where do I go....I never know. but its on with the show
Im a slave, to the industry and the radio
I tried to say that I'm underground, dirty to bone.
I walk a fucked up road...but I'm never alone.

If only the home team won and took home the gold mine.
But I don't know cuz they love to control this soul of mine.
so keep your eyes on the ball, watch em make false calls.
be of the mind, they fake tall with false balls.

fuck a dream, of being a superstar in music.
They sell a vision, you lose it when you move and go through it.
Slowly you see that your dream. is what they try to sell.
Slowly you see that your dreams become a fucking hell.

stripping you naked they come for the rape and take your rights.
Keep you awake every day and night in the lime lights.
and you dont make any money they make you lower class.
they get you pretty to sell the image of holding cash.

Take an advance, they dominate you and spread your thighs.
Monopolized tracks cross-collateralized.
they under market you but your moneys first to take.
And if you don't get the lingo it's your first mistake.



KINGS AND FIENDS

I sit at the back of the class. they put me back on a shelf.
I'm thinkin I just might get killed in rage. I cant play stealth.
artists talkin shit like the hardest kids can lose brain
You know what the fuck I'm talking about death is revelent to pain.

Im on the map, but I'm at the back of the atlas.
they humble me down on my knees. dirty and hatless
But I cant be broken with hope in the veins rearranged.
...sick and tired of the blood stains and solo lanes

shake up wake up. bake up. and eat a rookie for lunch.
I put the time and the pride, when it's mine to crunch.
so bring a friend and pack a lunch if you wanna fight.
I'm rolling out to break, and stomp your fuckin night light.

never do I get high as a kite as when I am in control.
lightning at the site of the strike is the nitrogen. I roll.
with the thunder and the rumble I tumble in the mix.
swingin down brick in a sock, at these hater kids.

We smash... your team
we crash in the god damn scene
gonna pick dem bones so clean
my team is the Kings and Fiends.

Think about all the days living disgraced, I dont crash or bail.
Put you to the rails, never to fail you tuck your fuckin tail.
I'm ready to burn so light the fuse and try to blister me.
I fucked around and accidentally made history.

Go sit at the kids table and wait for the meal like baby birds.
You eat up the words I put on the tracks. This shit that I regurge.
Discourage yours and the version of herd currently relevant.
When I'm in the booth I'm repping the youth and fuck with your head for the hell of it.


MAKE IT RAIN

I am a GOD in the presence of worms, with a mouth full of dirt.
I make it rain, on the haters that need to be hurt.
you know that I bring the pain, and keep your mouth in check.
I came to rip through your brains, and I'll break your fuckin neck.

The dirtcore is a wave of these animals I made.
so keep your eye on the sky, and prepare for the raid.
we dont give a fuck how many dudes are in your squad.
we see you lie through your teeth they believe in a fraud.

So get back, to the realist of shit that you heard.
obsurd is only the way to describe a cynics word.
smash the critical masses and activate the sequel.
A new religion is forming under a dirty steeple.

I heard em call me a savior I can pay the price.
my sacrifice made me the hi fi christ.
So here we go get the fuck out the way or ride the wave
I came to bludgeon your face and nobody is safe.


I see you try control, the way that I can roll
But I'm a shark in the game I can swallow you whole.
I'm living every day, for the pleasure in pain.
I'm on top of the world, and I can make it rain

I see you try control, the way that I can roll
But I'm a shark in the game I can swallow you whole.
I'm living every day, for the pleasure in pain.
I'm on top of the world, and I can make it rain


I got the back bone shovel to bury you in the cold dirt
I wipe the blood on my shirt, crooked for what its worth.
cyphen the power and stand tall as the CN tower.
breakin my foot off in asses of wannabes and cowards.

scour the fires of hell and stoke up your worst fears.
cower in tears, and watch me fuck up all your peers.
See Im relentless I dont get sick of breakin wills.
my power surges in thrills, Like I'm takin some pills.

fuck cowboys and indians we are neither side
the dirtcore is wave I am jekyl and hyde.
the fuckin evilest genius is the scene I created.
So back the fuck off our penises and be with the hated.

we break backs but the fact of the matter remains.
whether the brawn or the brains, both will be blood stains
Spit like a savage I'm ravaging you at my pace.
so Suck my dick and take a pick for your myspace.

I'm on top of the world and i can make it rain
I'm on top of the world and i can make it rain
I'm on top of the world and i can make it rain
I'm on top of the world and i can make it rain

I see you try control, the way that I can roll
But I'm a shark in the game I can swallow you whole.
I'm living every day, for the pleasure in pain.
I'm on top of the world, and I can make it rain

one two three, and I kick it with the wicked.
I'll put you in the dirt and take your ticket.

Bitch I'm an animal. and my mandibles rip through cannibals.
My appetite is now 20 times of Hannibals.
reintroduce you to fluid space over my grace.
accellorate through your adams apple and break your face.

freezing my ions, cryogenic. a perfect zero.
forget the by-gones, I am here to fuck up your hero.
its how we play. I guarantee I'll ruin your night.
and kick the dirt in your face dude fuck what you like.

I see you try control, the way that I can roll
But I'm a shark in the game I can swallow you whole.
I'm living every day, for the pleasure in pain.
I'm on top of the world, and I can make it rain