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Great Hits

by SHREDDERS

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1.
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
2.
Vanilla ISIS 03:17
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
Young Bros 02:42
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
6.
Chips 02:37
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
7.
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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