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Maybe I grew up like a piece a shit
Maybe I’m pathetic, babies
I ain’t got no etiquette
They just spread it like they better
Who the fuck it this?
And then I’m on ‘em like no other
I can take they gifts
Or leave ‘em I embody
What they look for when they buying shit
I exude this quality they simply can not get
For dollars
They authenticity does not exist
For nothing
Gimme something
What the fuck you want
I’m beat up
My feet up
My seat back
Windows cracked
I’m relaxed
Got the wind
At my back
What the fuck could y’all want
My vision blown in the wind of if it will, or if it won’t
Then again no one is coming to get ya
Better listen for the engine when it’s lit up
And the piston vren’a vren’a
Piss and vinegar, venom and cynical vigor don’t get you up in it
Stop bitching just get in and whip it
I go with it, so vivid
So vicious, isn’t it
My heart‘s light, but my soul’s different
I beat back my depression with both fists
And I run digits, numbers up and down
Fucking up accounts, if that’s what amounts
But um, okay okay
Heart pump like an 808
I cannot fade —
Look at the state of play and tell me you ain’t afraid
Mouth keep the razor blade
Tongue keep the edge at bay
Might meet the end today
That’s why I made this, that’s why a play this way
I’m beat up
My feet up
My seat back
Windows cracked
I’m relaxed
Got the wind
At my back
What the fuck could y’all want
What they do there isn’t fair
I’m aware it’s a bear
Snap a snare and then I annex my square
Fly as I dare
You ain't gotta tell me how it compare, I don’t care
Kid icarus up like a flare, watch the glare
I don’t put on, I just do me
Live from the beast
Fall on my face
Smile through my teeth
I don’t put on I just do me
Live from the beast
Find me a piece
Or at least
Attack sustain decay release
I’m beat up
My feet up
My seat back
Windows cracked
I’m relaxed
Got the wind
At my back
What the fuck could y’all want
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2. |
Vanilla ISIS
03:17
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Uh everybody shut up
Everybody can hit the floor
Now I’m waving a gun
Now I’m leaving with every wallet and watch in the room
Now I’m leaving a trail of wallets and watching you puppies fetch
No more than to annoy
Pulp Fic en ‘em
Pickin’ ‘em our they void
Destroy
Or leave em feeling lucky they fucking breathin’
Either way ima be carpe in your DM’s
Still passing out plans
No passes
Still laughing at smashing that like button
Still stepping on nothing but the gas
Till I’m past it
Go or you’re ghost
No passes
I destroy
I destroy
Whoa, it’s a whole fucking thing
Type of fear the alt-right finds comforting
Yeah, it’s a whole ducking thing
"Libtard cuck!" yells the Proud Boy puppeting
ooooooo— Somebody feed the dogs red meat
Clean the plate, boss
Bed sheets stained with the Pizza-Gate sauce
Head Piece cut from the same exact cloth
Tell ’em I destroy
You boys got as much flavor as a lime Lacroix
Stylish as a New Balance 574
Looking hella sporty, Morty —hate to sell ya short
Live at the appellate court
Voldemort and Skeletor yelling at the void
And their boys on the message board
Should have told ‘em how less is more
Still passing out plans
No passes
Still laughing at smashing that like button
Still stepping on nothing but the gas
Till I’m past it
Go or you’re ghost
No passes
I destroy
I destroy
P.o.Stef, the C-Lo ref
Trip 6 for the wins call me baphomet
An hail skatin’, inhale Satan
Exhale faded, next hell waitin
Why not
Ask dad tho,
Just a tinchy black hole, don’t recommend
It’s stupid easy to get sucked in tho
It’s kinda dumb to tell em ask a friend
Still passing out plans
No passes
Still laughing at smashing that like button
Still stepping on nothing but the gas
Till I’m past it
Go or you’re ghost
No passes
I destroy
I destroy
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Change moves like molasses
Sometimes feels like moving backwards
Something like a phrase like “money matters,”
Gaslights the masses
But this machine right here kills fascists
This machine right here kills fascists
This machine right here kills fascists
Get you off your asses
I settled in with the fact that I’ll never be rich
I doubled down with the purpose that I began with
Make art, make art
And I’m cool with that
Feel something, feel something
Where the humans at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
If it ain’t moving us, then it needs to fall back
Got style, plus smarts, plus hearts
What you call that
Pin point aim
When I flame you get all that
Where you at?
What it is what it ain’t
Y’all hate blow hard but it don’t inflate
Alright, alt right going down in flames
Cuz you apes waste space
And its getting real late for ya
Eyes on the back of my head
I catch zzz’s in the front
Rather be caught dead
I used to doomsday prep
Now I’m like if doomsday could try to get me in the front half
I wouldn’t even be that Mad
Max
Or Vice taxed
With my lab rats
Too many pills
But chillin with the transplant
Too many thrills
We do the shit that most can’t
Regularly
And on a schedule maybe even
Maybe or maybe not
Pump fake
Bait switch
Hit em with a twist
Wait, wait just like this
Yeah now keep waiting
Nothing to see here
I steer like a broke front bike wheel drifting
Appear for the night if the right breeze send me
I deal with type stay alive stay lifting
When diggin’ in the dirt’s so damn tempting
Huh
holler
Dick is in the water
I get it how I live it
Split it with my partners
Double jumping
Fuckin up these level bosses
This machine kill screens and kills
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
If it ain’t moving us, then it needs to fall back
Got style, plus smarts, plus hearts
What you call that
Pin point aim
When I flame you get all that
Where you at?
What it is what it ain’t
Y’all hate blow hard but it don’t inflate
Alright, alt right going down in flames
Cuz you apes waste space
And its getting real late for ya
I got p-e-o-p-l-e
Nothing else matter to me
Come on connect, collect, reflect come get the wet I architect, I arc it best
Voice to my left tells me “get like the rest”
Voice in my head tells me “ain’t none left”
But that thump in my chest tells me boy go ahead
Cause the thump in my chest tells me I’m not —nah nah nah
I made a song called “how to feel good when it’s all wrong, how to be on when it’s all off”
Popping like a sawed-off ayeyaya ayeyeiyaya
I do rad shit, bad shit, miss me with that trash shit
It goes classes to ashes
This machine kills fascists
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
If it ain’t moving us, then it needs to fall back
Got style, plus smarts, plus hearts
What you call that?
Pin point aim
When I flame you get all that
Where you at?
What it is what it ain’t
Y’all hate blow hard but it don’t inflate
Alright, alt right going down in flames
Cuz you apes waste space
And its getting real late for ya
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4. |
Shadap You Face Pt. II
02:59
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Shut upa you face
Steady a disgrace
What’s a matter you
Momma told me there’d be days like today
Where you wanna smash every third face in the pavement but don’t
Gotta be better than expected
Forever
Don’t neglect what you rep
Don’t forget shit it’s forefront
Each day pivotal
The weak stay physical
We meet these rituals
Do what I do and I can’t lose
Too true
Too many ready to fall through
Just like you
So just do what you do and you can’t lose
Keep true
Just do what you do
Do what you do
And keep true
It’s a few degrees better than something worth leaving
Though hardly a reason for me to believe in
Nation State, gender bait, race bait, self hate, speed date
Capitalism in it’s late stage
So much work to keep my head straight
Read tons, lift tons, self-medicate
Get the fuck up out my feels, for reals
Keep the keel even though the eye poked outta ideal
It’s so easy to amaze when they don’t expect standards or think you can behave
It’s pretty easy to impress
When something tells them
You’re not worth the 40 hours or the check
Jeez
I’m not articulate, I’m awesome
Been running circles around your intellect since I arrived
But I’m to be approached with caution
And maybe that’s why all this fire sits behind the eyes
Do what I do and I can’t lose
Too true
Too many ready to fall through
Just like you
So just do what you do and you can’t lose
Keep true
Just do what you do
Do what you do
And keep true
Time heals
But time don’t stay or fetch
Crime kills
And I’m in like every sketch
Blind feels
From minds miseducated
Hard to walk a line
When they lives so medicated
Quickly realizing idiocracy is a documentary
G-2-B potentially an overreach
I guess it’s not Kallipolis essentially
I’m alien, or maybe this planet’s all Greek to me
It’s not Plato, It’s Play-doh
And that is no, game of Tomato/Tomato
Jump the Sharknado
Enough to parlay if you cut the hard angle
Or get ate whole by what you hate most
Looking at my cell phone feeling real shell shocked
Beating myself up
Add it up, @ a bot
Feeling real distant
The fire in which I stew
Colder than a witches brew
Still do what it do
Do what you do
Do what I do and I can’t lose
Too true
Too many ready to fall through
Just like you
So just do what you do and you can’t lose
Keep true
Just do what you do
Do what you do
Keep true
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Young Bros
02:42
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Yeah boy bass how low can you go
Fucking Death row what a brother know
Incredible but pick a different way to show
That’s right get original
So high hit em with a low
Blow so prevalent, relevant tho
And young bros faded off the low lows and xans outta hand
Make em walking dead like adios
ay dios mio, mi vida so cold
And yours too, what you warming up to me for
Ice bear want his fuckin snack pack
And he he smack cats who be diggin in his back pack
No
Still no
Still roll with a whole car wreck in tow
And still no kings we go until the badge show
Grab until the bag’s overflowing with the handfuls
Get it
Get it
Get it
You think this world’s paying you back
Shit forget it
Many locks
Every stop
So many thoughts swirling around
I drive myself lazy
A bit hazy lately
Maybe the Internet ate me
Maybe I died and slid into Hades
Maybe I’m crazy, maybe it’s neither
Maybe we split off in 2016
With the Hadron Collider
I’m calling my service bot
And then calling up Pfizer and I’m asking for the good shit
To the hilt, built different
Fact, fiction, hard to tell
Still, he guilt driven as hell
Still tipping a cool 20
Dripping, 60 percent water
Tripping on the physics of the infinite
Also tripping on a curb and spilling into a car door
Cuz I keeps it hard core
Kind of doing it
And kinda just yelling “Parkour!”
Two thousand something something in the year of our —
Lordie
If I’ve learned anything from the idiot kings
Never give in to Emoluments
No one’s building you a monument
And it’s gone any minute so get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
You think this world’s paying you back
Shit forget it
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Chips
02:37
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Could’ve been an animal
Could’ve been any number of combos of atoms tho
Really
But we’re here
Peace to anybody who ain’t ruled by fear
I know, that’s minimal
And that’s a hell of a trick if you can pull it tho
Maybe it’s more socio
I could handle to offer some more I don’t know
I don’t, I just read up
I just wonder how we see through the haze
And the malaise we made that betrays the whole space
The charade of Nation States
What a waste
Waste
And that’s literal
Peace to anybody who breathing the same chemicals
I mean ain’t no borders for air
Ain’t nothing but a Ponzi honestly aye
C’mon, No you’re weird. No you’re cuter. No your faith’s based in fear
Know your place, no tears
No great way around gates round here
Nope
Just gotta crash ‘em
Just gotta live it like you know it doesn’t last huh
Out with three scoops and a fat fuck you to the Carlyle group
Could’ve been an animal
Could’ve been any number of combos of atoms tho
But we’re here
Peace anybody who ain’t ruled by fear
Redefine radical
Almost down to a science
Big love, big joy as an act of defiance
You can fight it, or you can find it
Sometimes it feels like a rallying cry
Other times it feels like just crying
Trying to keep the motherfucker on the road
You don’t even know where you’re driving to
And the Radio says, “well, if I was you”
And the highway sign say “time to buy”
and it ain’t quite free but, compromise
Like birds on the power lines
See, the only thing free is the free advice.
And the first hit.
And the second pair.
And the three day trial.
And the 4-5-6 always wins.
And that’s about it.
Peace to everybody out here making and missing
Chips in
Are you in or is you isn’t?
My mind flickers like the lights in the distance
I can make it a palace or
I can make it a prison
It’s too short for me to keep on tripping on it
It’s too long for me to act like it Isn’t long
Too complicated I can’t even sing along
But it’s my own damn song
So ima make that work and Ima do that —
Ima bust that —to get you through the hurt
While the gods and the devils go and do they worst
Peace to everybody on the entire
Rock floating through space
Blow your whole fucking mind from your face
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7. |
It Was Written...Again
04:36
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Who saw that pipeline burst coming?
Keystone Cops surge
Thought we might’ve learned something
Mass mergers, Flat-Earthers and that Birther
Got me feeling like now I've gotta burn something
Or now I gotta bop
Cuz when the big one drops, do you know where Air Force One goes?
Oh, you ain’t heard?
We got curved at the forked road
Tapping out my fingers
That ain’t nerves, that is Morse code
Lots of data locked up in my mind, the thoughts are major
I’m complicated I’m the opposite of Occam’s Razor
My occupation catch my own wave, oscillator
Lots of talk but zero haters out here operators
I’m not mad at you
You lack the juice, aptitude, amplitude
Mad I’m always changing latitudes
Heard every Yelp review and bad excuse
Been around the world and read a hundred years of platitudes
My calendar is missing brake calipers
Two albums in a year and still got one up in the canister
Write a lot of prose, stop to write a little battle verse
You cannot rock it, you’re the 86 challenger
(That’s a science joke)
In a fishbowl, under microscope
Is that how this goes?
I don’t know I just glow disco
Check the isotopes, vitamins and minerals, irons and the niacins
Where I’m going I don’t need a map
Cut the White Whale along the bias
Turn my face to where my demons at
I was out of sight again, chasing my Leviathan
Bodies hit the ground
Ask David where Goliath went
I’m what happens when you fall apart completely
Put the pieces of yourself back together a la cart
So know that when you see me
I’m a piece of walking art
I read the writing on the wall before I let the talking start
Most of you should do the same
But who am I to say
Last days, fast lane
Bombs from Pyongyang might touchdown
Then it’s ball game
’Til then I’m rapping by my last name
And the name remains certified
Rain came and fertilized pain that I’ve internalized
I rap about my inner-state
I am in a different place
You're out here for some insta fame, selfie with your kissy face
Icky
I rock a rhyme on time, it’s tricky
Get it busy, strictly
Before city owned by Disney
Miss me like New York is missing Biggie
Like the Wolves are missing Ricky
I hope they sell the team to Diddy
Easy easy pick a beat and eat it
Eenie meanie pick a flow
Me and P.O on that misanthrope pick and roll
Stick and poke, show you what the litmus shows
Ain’t a difference from the blue blood and indigo
But what’d you figure though?
I think you thought you’d figured it, but you’re too literal
Long winter, tell me something that I didn't know
Three shots straight scotch
How I’m living though
These Old Styles ain’t working, Tom Thibodeau
But they don’t hear me though
They’re just posturing
All this costuming could cost us our oxygen
I could go on, but the kid’s going off again
I just lay in the cut
And then foster my consciousness
Read Faster Wallace and shake off the haziness
In a place that celebrates the stupidest and laziest
Confuses prejudice with Patriot
Pray we live past the President’s hastiness
But honestly what bothers me is thought is obsolete
Taught we’re free while getting walked on the tautest leash
Blinded by the Panoply
By the light of Dioceses
By the sword of Damocles
But am I supposed to do, leave abandon ship?
Please.
I’ll take the keys to it, throw some D’s on
Lean with it, get the v6 engine revving, peeling
I’ll be kneeling while they pledge allegiance
I mean to each his own thesis
But I’d rather build from pieces
So I’ll leave this right here
Never saw I fake that I couldn’t recognize
And I never met a word that I wouldn’t weaponize
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