New York band Show Me The Body just dropped their debut album ‘Body War’, with no promotion, at the end of last week via YouTube.

One of the most unique acts to emerge from NYC this decade, the cop-baiting trio last spoke to NME back in February, on the eve of playing their debut gigs in the UK. Frontman Julian Cashwan Pratt described them then as “a gang that doesn’t care about money, drugs or turf, just the truth”.

On first listen, the ten-track album does that statement justice. Barely clocking in at 30 minutes, it offers little let-up, as Cashwan Pratt, Harland Steed (bass) and Noah Cohen (drums) evoke the same kind of aloof, cocky spirit that made The Big Apple’s finest bands so alluring back in the day. Lyrically it’s fantastic too, verging on horrorcore but also feeling positively languid and psychedelic in places. There’s a poeticism to their anger, and a bunch of fine melodies underneath their sludgy, aggressive tunes.

With permission, we’ve printed the lyrics in full below, alongside a stream of the album. ‘Body War’ is available as a free download via Corpus.nyc and Showmethebody.com.

Body War
Body War
Tried to sell the six sided cross
Oh my law oh my lord
Thought my tribe could get me by
Five sided star six sided star
I go so far I push so hard
Just to live under this monolith
These deep welts my only tell
I try to speak right fuck still got lice
And I’m awake at night dealing out the death cards
They’re all debted bars pour tar over my

Body War
Tried to sell the six side cross
Oh my law oh my lord
Body war body walk body got
Body stopped sucker sore
fuck stuck inside a
Body war body walk body got
Body stopped sucker sore fuck stuck inside

I was stuck inside excelsior cut and dry
Then again remembering cut and wet
I saw them a real bloody set
Faded timberlands never saw a case
Fuck try to choose both abuse
Cross coming at me
See the cross coming at ya
I seen prophets on the mountain
Tearing down the red tent
In what my mother said I try to break bread
Break in a sight fuck a blue door basement
I fuck god instead won’t be incest
Body War
Tried to sell the six side cross
Oh my law oh my lord
Body war body walk body got
Body stopped sucker sore
fuck stuck inside a
Body war body walk body got
Body stopped sucker sore fuck stuck inside
Crux coming down on me makes me bleed shows me the true color of everything and everyone fucked inside stuck inside a glass jaw tooth or saw I reach out to save me excelsior
Fuck that shit she put me in a
Body war body walk body got
Body stopped sucker sore
fuck stuck inside a
Body War
Tried to sell the six sided cross
Oh my law oh my lord

Tight SWAT
Tech inside of me the only thing I can’t see
Tight swat going digital and I don’t see faces
It makes me burn it makes me bleed
I feel it in the bone tech next to the marrow
Shit I never asked for but its shit I’m down to scrap for
Tight swat shit I’m down to scrap for real talk tight swat

Cameras ain’t on the outside they on the inside

Who do I fight for me these pigs around me
I think about my city when I think about hell
You could fuck in a city die in a cell
It makes me burn it makes me bleed
I feel it in the bone tech next to the marrow
Shit I never asked for but its shit I’m down to crap for
Tight swat shit I’m down to scrap for real talk tight swat

Cameras ain’t on the outside they on the inside.

I have to fight myself got the buckle and the belt round my hell
Both hitting knuckles still got mad welts
I thought about it fuck it
Tight swat shit I’m down to scrap for real talk tight swat
It makes me burn it makes me bleed
I feel it in the bone tech next to the marrow
Shit I never asked for but its shit I’m down to crap for
Tight swat shit I’m down to scrap for real talk tight swat

Death Sounds 2
Roll around you could hear death sounds
White noise real pain stay up when it goes down
Thought I was real tough till I saw handcuff
They turn em out in a alley way
Or he face down in a new town.
When I roll around I hear death sounds
Up in complex or people under ground
Need a pen or a pipe or a tech I’ve found
Shit to help you think when ya kicked while ya down
Found another round inside get by
Auntie she teach me how to get by
No one in the streets ever lied to me
The way I see she teach me how to breath I learn how to die
I try to see straight ahead
Be honest with my godhead
He sayin fuck off again I’m feeling fucked and cornered in
Life is like a box of matches and kerosene
Gotta think don’t know what I mean
Tell me how to bring consequence get it right
Close to same without the shame coming in
Wash over me again
Person crossed every single bit of loss I try to get across
All these dead friends easier seeing them
When I roll around I hear death sounds
Up in complex or people under ground
Need a pen or a pipe or a tech I’ve found
Shit to help you think when ya kicked while ya down
Don’t give em nothing to get mad about
Hot head city drought city kids in the black out
Tried nail me coffin down I’m finna hammer out
When I roll around I hear death sounds
Up in complex or people under ground
Need a pen or a pipe or a tech I’ve found
Shit to help you think when ya kicked while ya down
Cause when I roll around I hear death sounds
Up in complex or people under ground
Need a pen or a pipe or a tech I’ve found
Shit to help you think when ya kicked while ya down

Chrome Exposed
Tech external bet I know
Blue inferno get cold
Like the grey coats remind me of big boats
52 shoulder choke quota load.
Earth stage humans breed for the war play
Binary waste its it or them
They’ll keep you for a couple days
Stuck with the water when ya need the blood
Moms can’t stand ya face so ya best call the cuz

Looking at the pigs through the window
Cute
The cities cold they left us all out in the snow
I try to evict these souls ceremonial
Pigs blood head to toe

Pain when you begin again
when they get called in for questioning
Meet me in Marcus midnight for the covenant
Killing a pig for the cuffing in
Turn up the heat on the pork when its simmering
Stuck in the dark in New York I’m remembering slugs
They already sweltered them up
Hit floor boards when they enter in
Sittin’ in the back of the bumper 1-800 cop shot
I see the full jacket metal future
Metal future me please
I see the full jacket metal future
Metal sector defector blue users blue abusers
No choosers just looser luck
Can’t you see I’m real stuck

Looking at the pigs through the window
Cute
The cities cold they left us all out in the snow
I try to evict these souls ceremonial
Pigs blood head to toe

Honesty Hour
I don’t know what I want
But I know what I need
I need an honesty hour
And I cant find it
I need an honesty hour
And I find it
Can’t buy it
Can’t fuck it
What is it?
Fuck it
Honestly
I need an honesty hour
Fuck it up for all the liar ones
Take the pliers to them
Everything’s good in a fire
The back stock and the buyer
Take the time
Make it worth your while
Make it worth a smile

Metallic Taste
Bad town burn down outta sight
New rent get spent no wrong or right
Roll around the blue lights you could see
Melting ice neighbors found’em leaking out the other night
Could have hit him when he tried to write
Pig billy club or the lead pipe
Grow out in the east learn to eat and fight
Read and sight death stares that keep me up at night
Tryna roll away new space new blade it’s the same thing
Gunna happen like it did out in rockaway
Still say when I hit the grave sailor moving on his
Next wage next blade cut deep
Metallic taste metallic ways like getting beaten back in the day
But shit has changed type pentagrade instead of graves
They got me thinking bout my next wage
And I’m leading with the blade again
Stuck losing friends buck teeth sinking in
My pops said shit is bad don’t get better than
Shits been he prolly right bet it keeps him up at night
Covered in the ash I hopped a green board
Cut both hands and they still sore
From rolling thru this mosh pit too hard
Arms and the body parts coming out the top floor
Tryna roll away new space new blade it’s the same thing
Happen like it did out in rockaway
Still say when I hit the grave sailor moving on his
Next wage next blade cut deep
Metallic taste metallic ways like getting beaten back in the day
But shit has changed type pentagrade instead of graves
They got me thinking bout my
Next wage next blade cut deep
Metallic taste metallic ways like getting beaten back in the day
But shit has changed type pentagrade instead of graves
They got me thinking bout my next wage
Sirens shining in its so inspiring cut deep
They got me thinking bout my next wage
Sirens shining in its so inspiring
they knife shapening cut deep
Sirens shining in its so inspiring cut deep
They got me thinking bout my next wage
Its so inspiring the knives the sharpening
The sirens shining in

Worth One
Fuck
Leather man used to take my hand lead me to deather sounds
Told me bout my family blood where the station was
Up on the 5th fire floor with my brother cuz
See that I’m a gutter man take me up to thirteen
Sometimes it feels like hate speech
I rip tear steal suck
Five fingers in the cut and I aint takin nothing but
The best stuff it makes cut real bad bloody mess
When I let up so don’t let up so don’t let up
Fuck tell me that I’m worth one
Its one or none so I don’t have to cum sum
When I used to pack paint 3 am before school
Boy with a backpack never had a pistol
Once I bought a knife though at a rich kid bot-mitzvah
Some cats on the one train tried to more I move quicker
But I aint tryna muff no tuff pretty picture
Brother bigger to it out the front pocket that winter
Cause the train after midnight gets wild in the winter
Tried to cook us all thicker we came down in a blizzard
Yeah
Fuck tell me that I’m worth one
It’s one or none so I don’t have to cum sum
Fuck
Fuck

New Language
There’s a disconnect a mountain in the middle
Climb up half way live with the blade inside
All the time I try and I choke I flat line
Speak again these crossed out messages
Look into my eyes see that I have no language
Anguish lie so I could see again
Visit those left around for me to bet a friend
Fore arms covered in hospital bands
Looking in the a killing field
they waiving in from the stands
its more real than how I feel when I have no language
Anguish I’ll tell you with my body then
I choke old smoke
Tryna strip an old angle gunna build a new language
Words I try to lend don’t make no difference
Two kinds of empty hands
Both reaching out for a new language
In need of new piping come and show me something
The people are the players; the buildings are the stories
No language foundation the one we were given
The ones that were taken the blades inside the blades inside bet
Speak again these crossed out messages
Look into my eyes see that I have no language
Anguish they head to toe in fascist
Cant fuck shit when its made outta plastic
Fore Arms covered in hospital bands
Looking in the a killing field
They waiving in from the stands
Its more real than how I feel when I have no language
Anguish I’ll tell you with my body then
I choke old smoke
Tryna strip an old angle gunna build a new language
Words I try to lend make no difference
Two kinds of empty hands
Both reaching out for a new language

Kick in the pain or the framework
I could spell it out laymen’s terms
Wood to build or wood to burn
Brick layer can become a brick slayer
Layer by layer racist foundation
Kick it out watch the old legs shaking
New Language the old one had me choking
I’m done coping lit it up open
New fire from the old world broken

Two Blood Pacts
Two blood pacts
That’s how im feelin now
One hand still in the earth
The other one covenant up and down
What could I do with my worth
I put in the work
Seeing these holes in the earth
Seeing my face in the back of the hearse
Summer kiss I gut the wrist
Real blood real burnt.
Real talk I lip a cyst
Shit I mince of pricks and dicks
For instance raising the rents on ya residents
Taking the fuck out ya life and ya kids
The chicken and rice and the red beans on 15th
Letter racer fiends sauced out crossed out ya whole team
Get em gone fuck it drown it’s it or them money death
Suicide is such an easy way out lets get ready lets get bloody
Die for or take lives for my family
Cotton fields burnt down built again in other peace
Pogroms outlawed built again in other forms
I set a money death till I live in other forms.
I tried to close my door sucked out by the undertow
Printed out my finger molds told me owe em when I’m grown
So I fold the hand that dealt the cards is fucking cold
Ice storm coming gimme shelter begging them
I’m tryna live I’m taking all the applicants I get my hands on
Now I’m real strong para-scription now it’s on
What you think about em get em gone fuck it drown its it or them money death
Suicide is such an easy way out let’s get ready let’s get bloody
Get em gone fuck it drown it’s it or them money death
Get em gone fuck it drown it’s it or them money death

Aspirin
Dry Wall
In pain ask for aspirin
That’s dry wall they’ll come back again
That’s all maimed product part of them
When I really promise nothing but I pass out the ‘tonin
Live again broken homies telling me to open
I’m like yo who are them how’d they get inside my blood
I’m tryna be like how I was surrounded like the RX
How could fucks covet this especially when they get at mine

Keep ya still pilled up fuck it’s another drill another deal
Another kill degradation of the kidney will
Eyes closed shit is sealed sterile make me heal
Read again see the bet stacked against ya life
New cause to money death get ya knuckles right
The lie is in-between the eyes they dress me up in bottle white
No more need for razor blades I take the pain away

Believe me I can’t body impounded but that’s where I found it
Ascetic prophylactic balance me rot me quixotic
Cause I look clean you make me sick
Fuck come crush me up crush me up and take a sniff
Life broken at the hip do a flip do a split
Fit yourself or have a fit I really got the tightest swat
Gasoline take a sip keep drinking never stop this pain is just a pop away

I’m surrounded like the RX up to the neck
Tell me to step back I’ll step back
Hell can’t lose a body war when I get bad
I tell myself that and then I hit back
I’m surrounded like the RX in the paraffin
Big head lookin gin pass the kerosene
Power lines to nothing property destructing
Take me again I’ll tell you when
Tryna dress us bottle white side world sterile tight keeps us feral up at night kill us in a fucking fight
Fuck your world I decide