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Irony (Prod. Equalibrum)
01:16
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Every little thing that you never ever made is
Climbing out the toy box and finding
A voice a rock, shattering windows
And cutting their strings with the broken glass
And everything you did make, is roped in rags
Poked and stabbed, choked and gagged
Sewn in a bag and soaked in gas
Thrown in the past with a stroke of the match
No one gone believe you, alone in the pad
They all gone leave you, alone where you stand
They all gone think it’s a joke and laugh
They all gone think but they don’t, know the half
It’s the pride I think so, choke it back
It’s alright to think so, slow that you can’t
Keep up with yourself, or keep back I guess
I pay enough attention to digress
Cause this imaginary show and tell’s my mess
And it hasn’t made a dollar but it, keeps making sense
So, onward I press, but I’m beyond stress
When my gifts, murder, other version of my gifts
I come apart of the ribs, which part like ribbons
Which ironically is what my heart tubes tied in
Irony is the smart few arrived in
Ironically is also what the few died in so
If I were you I would just dive in
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Monday, Wednesday, Friday
I’m always making music
Music, music
Everyday like (x2)
Monday to Friday, Saturday to Sunday
I’m writing, a runaway, and a plane to fly away in
Meet me in the clouds, if you can find a way in
But I’m not out the door, I chose to stay in
Writing with a fist, and a sketching with my spit
Acidic on papyrus, sitting with the flyest
Sipping on the driest, chalice never seen a drop
Liquid in defiance, this is what it looks like
When a day dream gets appliance, saying what a need
And the user made compliance, taking what I want
This music made for pirates, make you walk the plank
Surrounding pupils I’m an iris, they were nearly non exisitant
Feeding on a virus, but now look at em all
Dilated, am I making, a little bit of sense yet
Can’t just give innocence and get, written check for respect
Gotta put in that work, gotta give all that sweat, like
It’s two dollar Tuesday, and I’m stayin’ in for the music
When blaze on the path gotta make sure them shoes fit
No, matter the time within the day light or night
My, pen and paper pad, well they stay by my side
I’m, paid by the line, time and time again yo
We up in the building even climbing through the window
Just to see what the fuss about, lovin the drought
But here come the clouds make it, rain on down
Cause these ain’t about that, same old route
That, they follow, watch the flame burn out
While we up on the mountain top, around the clock
Rock steady to the bepop from down the block
About that life, the drive on a road that bends
Internal, fire, ignite the wick and both end
We had foresight with sensible movements
And always makin’ music, cause that’s what we do kid
Monday, Wednesday, Friday
I’m always making music
Music, music
Everyday like (x2)
(everyday like)
Monday to Sunday, Sunday to Saturday
Day made, a night owl, from sleep I ran away
Day in, and day out, it’s pillows that I blame
But it’s music in my brain, playing me insane
An orchestra of words orchestrated by the morning birds
Coordinated by a mid-night oil re-serve
Spilling into an ocean of the mattress
Who can sleep in suffocating madness
And I often learn it’s ignited by my toss turn
And salvation rests just a crawl across the burn
Digging elbows and knees into embers I fight
..Pushing so hard, gravity gives in to flight
Wings spread from the bed with every feather I write
...and this is in my head, but I sweat like it’s right
In front me, hauntin’ me, laughing at what I wanna be
But it’s gonna be reality eventually because
Monday, Wednesday, Friday
I’m always making music
Music, music
Everyday like
(x2)
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I was sitting in the rain, in a shadowed alley way
Someone called my name, but that’s all they had to say
The hoodie covered face, looked like me back in the day
Bitter, and cold, like when I was writing grey
Trying to learn to cope with all these imploding stars
And false hopes that burrow their way into our hearts
It’s hard being me, it’s hard being you
Shit it’s hard being human, over cast city lights
Distortin’ the view in the apartment….
And sober acts pretty like it’s forcefully immune
To the hardships….remove the garnishes
Show the blemishes, shit man sh ow the cries for help
That are buried in the penmanship, I guess the lesson is
Living now is harder than it ever was high
I ain’t on a high horse, I’m climbing to survive
And subside my anxiety to be all I can be (now)
There is truth in the fake now, truth in the fake now
Beauty in the break down, beauty in the break down
Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now
Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now
(x2)
I was walking through the valley where the shadow of death lives
Hand reached at me, cold dead fist
Then something stabbed me, right through the ribs
They started laughing and said this,
Is the cure, I’m unsure
Feeling death is the gift life might be the curse
I’d expose it if only I could find the right wordsi
…. Hold me down, feeling flyer than birds
I’ve been back peddelin’ in order to avoid turns
And possible mistakes, every one of em burns
…But I’ll be damned if we don’t make em anyway
…Every step we take, that’s debated, contemplated
Verbatim or unpaved, is closer to the grave
And that carving of our name and any impact we made
I got a whole lot to say, it better be as tall me
…My last words, the crack of a fallin’ tree
There is truth in the fake now, truth in the fake now
Beauty in the break down, beauty in the break down
Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now
Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now
(x2)
I was running through the shadows of these age-old battles
Everybody knows how the bad news travels
Trying to set sail, but lost wars oars and paddles
Sounding like metal when the wooden cage rattles
…Damnit! …if you can make sense of it then have it!
I’m sick of the madness, and manic up in my attic
Wreaking havoc matter of fact I’m mad at everything I’ve had it
…This is where attack meets in the middle with your panic
…My heart had made a plan, but my mind ain’t understand it
…Trying to make a family!? Na, I’m still
Trying to understand the concept of makin’ a man out of
me! Oh especially, if you get a special feeling
When you feel me, my paint peeling
What you are seeing is the actual me
This is real..raw, this is crying to god
Finding solace in self…only you can help!
There is truth in the fake now, truth in the fake now
Beauty in the break down, beauty in the break down
Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now
Pick the pieces up, see what you can make now
(x2)
I found, truth in the fake…..
I see, beauty in the break….
Pick the pieces up, see what you make
Pick the pieces up, see what you build
See what you can build, see what you can build
See what you can build to-daaay. (repeat till end)..
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4. |
Rambling Babble Skit 1
00:41
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O-M-effing-G he is so insanely fly
Lololo, you’re such a funny guy
I don’t know why, you haven’t put that better
Part of you inside, any of your songs
If you did, then people might like you
I mean like buff dude, and slutty girls in thongs
The lists goes on, and includes baby mamas
Grown up little pricks, who will instigate drama
Drugged out teens, who end statements with a comma
Or a question mark, isn’t this the life you wanna
Lead ain’t you sick of always being on the come up
Spittin’ a cappella got you third what a bumma
I heard you were a stunna, a stone cold gunna
With a pistol in your lungs ta, murder for the funna
Being on the run I’m wondering just when you’re gonna
Admit that you do this cause it’s funner than the otha
Side of you that tries to keep this side under water
Fuck it let him do it be a shock to the system
A hundred thousand volts that is not from a victim
Hit him with a million, likes and votes
And he fights back, turn up the dial
Till you ignite your bolts, hey it’s been a while
Since you seen him this repulsed, look at him cryin’
In his lame ass coats, what you miss Chicago
Chillin’ on the west coast, this your new home…
And that’s ya studio…and that’s a microphone…
Do whatchya gotta do to invoke a show
Do whatchyou wanna do but you better flow
The rest doesn’t matter so we can let it go
The rest doesn’t matter let the bullshit go
(x2)
Now listen, I seen you sleepin’ and I seen you dreamin’
I know what you’re thinkin’ and I know every reason
That you’ve got to get out of this music scene and
Build something real, maybe somethin’ with meaning
Dig a little deeper than the lyrics you’re screamin’
But every time you stop time stop and your fiendin’
Scratching your arm like some kind of hybrid
In need of blood and lust just to stay alive get
Record ready pressed and a fuckin’ signed check
Got a classic I just haven’t rapped mine yet
I’m bat shit, that’s why I capped nine vets
My 58 bloody when I stab my chest
Beatchyou wit a mic to give my 9 iron rest
I’m fine working hard, but I’ll die behind desk
But if it’s holding monitors, I’m fine to invest
A life worth of time yeah but I digress
Do whatchya gotta do to invoke a show
Do whatchyou wanna do but you better flow
The rest doesn’t matter so we can let it go
The rest doesn’t matter let the bullshit go
(x2)
But wait, what the hell you doing rapping
To Dr. Dre…what do you think that man
Would ACTually have to say? He’d snap you half
For a snack before and after his morning workout…well
That ain’t really workout, time to let the nerd out…
Matter fact, bio-chemical warefare probably
Should have been your first route, now look at you
21 runnin’ for your first down but your already
At your 3rd out get your fucking game right
You being insane might, have worked in the past
But now you look stupid, scared to puff grass
Puff puff pass, you’re a stubborn patch of a grass
That grows in the back, just a little too fast
But we gone cut you down, and we gone move passed
But you keep growing back like a weed, not the
Good kind that you crotch in class, we need
Some one to make you realize, that you’re broke
You are not rich, so you are not dope
Roast you like a spliff, your raps fat joke
And you ain’t even fat what’s that say about your flow
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Now sometimes, I forget to eat
Yeah that’s understandable,
Okay, but sometimes I forget to sleep
We’ll get it back in full,
Fine, but sometimes I forget to love
Whoa
I’m hoping there’s a manual, cause apparently
I ain’t figured it out yet, running around get
Down before you get hurt, I’m launched and bound
To explode upon impact, we’re beyond a wrist slap
This that, cause and effect with a kick back
Pause for a sec and you’ll miss that
First kiss, first love
First move, first trust
First miss, first pass it up
First kick, first contraction
First smile, first laugh
First mess, first summer day
First step, first runaway
First fight, first attraction
First everything happening again
...Are you ready for that?
Are you really ready, for all of this to be the past?
This is real life, and every action has a reaction
And every reaction has a consequence, I know you’ve been wasting time
I can feel it weighing down on your consciousness
But ponder this, and don’t be ominous, just be honest
With yourself….where are you going?
Who is really rowing and who’s weighing down the boat
Cause some feel that floating, is enough to make it
Ride the current so complacent
But there’s a fine line between stupidity and patience
………It’s not a race against time
But it’s a hustle that demands, That you give it your all
It’s not like you’ll die, but you’ll struggle to stand
Unaware there was a fall, how many moons passed
How many years of potential in the trash…
Cause dreams you don’t chase, are the one you’ll never catch
And you don’t have to run, but there’s a catch
You’re a nightmares dream and it’s chasing like it’s pumped
Up on adrenaline….if you’re not running for something
It’ll catch you so fast that you’re head’ll spin
Are you ready for that?
Are you really ready, for all of this to be the past?
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Tell me whatchya lost, and I’ll tell you what I found
Tell me when the costs out weighed by the pound
Tell me when the wing tip brushes the ground
This is not a joke, I ain’t fuckin’ around
(x2)
Cause just last month, my brother lost another friend
And that’s a struggle I ain’t ready to comprehend
Send me to the moon and back, just a lap
So I can scream into the vacuum of space without
Waking up the neighbors again, cause I know that notebook’s
Got songs he’ll never show, full of sadness and soul
Anger and angst and unwillingness to grow
Cause it feels like the strings only ever out of tune
When he lets it go….cause how could he let them know the
Weight he barley carries behind the persona that we know
When you fake it for so long, that you think you’re that strong
…White knucklin’ livin’ on the line of scrimmage
Gotta maintain the image, colossal in scripture
Be the big brother gotta be the father figure
Gotta be the one that they can come to…
But who does that leave you to run to…
Tell me whatchya lost, and I’ll tell you what I found
Tell me when the costs out weighed by the pound
Tell me when the wing tip brushes the ground
This is not a joke, I ain’t fuckin’ around
(x2)
But it’s not a twisted image or a, vivid mirage
Laughing when I threatened the neighbor by the garage
And DROP kicking the kid who pushed me at Tasty Dog
Look in the mirror if you ever wonder why writing
Never takes me long……
You and your friends invented the Falcon Crew
I just shake up like I know what it means to you
Cause I can really only understand so far
But your friends are my uncles, life is my story
Laying in a bunker some would take a bullet for me
All love….no glory…
When a fight was for respect, and not about props
That’s your crew, and why the love never stops
I think he would agree so united we speak
Invest in belief and stay coming home
Rest in Peace, Raymond Colon
Tell me whatchya lost, and I’ll tell you what I found
Tell me when the costs out weighed by the pound
Tell me when the wing tip brushes the ground
But if an angel came, would it make a sound (x2)
Two wings spread, and brushed the cement
In silence, when he took his last breath
(x3)
Two wings spread, and brushed the cement
In silence, when he took his last (INHALE HEAVY)
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Spitting with that Midwest sound, find me
In the valley of the west coast now
(x2)
living with that Californiacation, feelin like
I ain’t got half of what it take to remain
This patient, I’ve been waitin’ to make
Something of music, like a view did
You could you tube this, shit if you viewed it
You are smooth as lube get, I ain’t abused a room yet
Make use and prove set, worthiness in full effect
Talk shit and catch wreck, recognition as the bitchin’
Individual who ain’t accomplished shit beyond the minimal
Easily ;offendable, genesis dependable
Recognize the difference between me being a General
And you being so general, cause I believe in it
I’ve just never seen a pinnacle, but sure we lie a little
Every single word ain’t gotta be admissible
Hot yoga with these words, cause every verb is twistable
Say what ever they need as long you are flexible
Quit being so stiff living like a vegetable
This is abara kadabara and presto go
This is stabbing the parameter with a preztal flow
This is damaging the camera with the infer red glow
This is sandwiching the stamina with the best ya’ll know
This is me not giving a damn about a techno show
This is me rocking a jam whenever that, phantom, blow
All 48 of em go on mic condense me
I am just a local that’s under gone compressing
Something in my vocal they find inter-esting
And I’ve learned a lot, since initially investing
And I don’t plan on resting, you could say that’s the
Mid west in me, but I’ll just say that’s the
Bit of me that’s in you, cause there’s a bitter me
That can’t see the better view, if there’s goodness in me
bet it came from you cause you’re amazing
And you are why I make this, so close I can taste it
You’ll be why I make it, you’ll be why I make it
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Teens idolize actions
Acted out, by the contracted
Bands of the passionateless
But the fact of it is, when you really shit
That drum kit could split, and the audience is prone
To, rock the fuck out to unwritten guitar lick
Front row covered in they sweat and they spit
Back row pushing just to feel in the mix
Living in the minutes after the song starts
Everything outside of that, tends to fall apart
So when they feel alive, they play it from the heart
Cause if they don’t they’d rather die just to pull you out the dark
So when they feel alive, they play it from the heart
Cause if they don’t they’d rather die just to pull you out the dark
So the most intimate moment, that you’ll ever experience
Was watching them die, and not just hearing it
This is definitely different than my normal stop
More like metal and rock, than hiphop
With a special guest, pulling on the slip not
Lay you on the ground, plant a foot like rock
Pulling up now with the strength of a god
Snapping the ignition that your lamorgini got
Cause ticket sales never indicated you were hot
And saying that you’re hard never made me think you are
Nobody with that car, is really playing from they heart
And even if you were sometime at the start now
A galaxy away that’s why they labeled you a star
Burning in the sky, you’re dead and you don’t know it
But realistic living is the potion of a poet
Or artist with a focus broken open by the notion
That he’s dead and doesn’t know it…took a moment….
Then exploded into passionate music just to SHOW IT
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Genesis
Ah shit, I’m running late, why’d I put so many
Damn burgers on my plate, wait fries are the mistake
I ain’t gonna barf, but I’ve sure felt better
Yeah I took the large no ice the Dr. Pepper
Then I woke up on the couch finger picking belly button
Closing post porn pop ups I ain’t buying nothing
Then I saw the time, I panicked and booked it out
I started out pale, shit how am I lookin’ now
Nave
I’ve been runnin’ around the basement, looking for my keys
Gotta change the shirt, there’s some mustard on the sleeve
Please, damn, make this time freeze
So I can just breathe, release a little stress
Woke up late don’t feel so great, mad at all the time it takes
For me to get ready, this clock is so heavy
Not even enough time, for some toast with some jelly
Now I’m runnin’ out the door with a pain in my belly
Genesis
Running up the steps, southbound red line
But there’s a bunch of fat fucks, walking dead line
Doors—closing…there goes train
Your obese lack of motions a complete waste of space
15 minute pass, and I’m uncomfortable close
To a half naked crack head, rubbing his light saber
With a psycho in the aisle screaming how a dime’ll save her
Doors open up, fuckin a, I’ll see ya later
Nave
Walking over the bridge, I hear the train moving
I missed it a minute, shit, it’s fuckin’ up my groove and
A homeless guy came and asked me for a dollar
I said no, can you buy me an Impala
Lookin’ kind of puzzled, he walked right away
Smile on my face, next train is on the way
Is it possible, for me to be on time
The train didn’t stop, shit, express line
Genesis & Nave
Fighting with this clock, trying to stop it’s damn hands
Why the hell you always running fucking up my damn plans (x2)
Genesis
Fuck a free transfer, insert U-pass
Walking through the tunnel following a huge ass
I would probably holler if I looked like Hugh Jack
But suave facial features where this scrawny dude lack
Well I’m on and off the blue stepping out at UIC
I’m glued to my screen, cause I’m new to this scene
And the gps say it’s right around the corner
When I got recognized by a random skate boarder
Nave
The train pulls up, I’m headin’ to the city
Looking at the skyline the lights are so pretty
Staring at graffiti, studyin’ the walls
Stuck inside the moment then the train conductor calls
The next stop, will be UIC Halsted
Got stopped, by a kid in a Bulls lid
He said hurry, Genesis gripped the mic
I’m runnin’ to the stage, everything is alright
Hey what’s up I’m Genesis, and wherever his late ass is
That’s Nave
I’m here, I’m late but I’m here, and that doesn’t matter cause
We’re about to have fun so let’s get this shit started, let’s go
Genesis
I murder like an animal serial killer packin’
Danimals Hannibal snacks, damn so I had to relax
I keep crackin’ backs snappin’ mics and grabbin’ ass
Snatch the life from you in fact, we’re all already dead man
Nave
I’ve been dead since I was born, stuck in the basement watching porn
My reality was torn once I heard the instrumental
Started spitten these writtens, turning dogs into kittens
My heart is warmer than mittens, I’m the chef in the kitchen
You just started dishin’ so you better fuckin’ listen
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We all want a piece of the pie
We all want a piece of the pie
We all want a piece
We all want a piece
We all want a piece of the pie!
(x2)
Fighting for the crust, but naw that ain’t enough
Where’s the game I joined, the game that I loved
Where’s the heart, the chest, where’s the arteries and blood
Where’s the sacrifice, cash the new cool
Trading it your passion right, for skin tight jeans
And some braggin’ rights? I’d say your acting like
Mammals in a zoo, but they’re more accepting
And loving than you, why weren’t you protecting
The world that we knew, b-boys are dying
Little girls are crying, and so are their little girls
Fuck are even…trying...you’re lying
And so am I, I’m god damn liar
Walking in the ash of denim, I don’t need my rights
Officer I already read em, pull my nose tight
Walk right across the wire, while I tell another lie
All I ever wanted was a PIECE of the pie
We all want a piece of the pie
We all want a piece of the pie
We all want a piece
We all want a piece of the pie!
We all want a piece of the pie
We all want a piece of the pie
We all want a piece
We all want a piece
We all want a piece of the pie!
(x2)
Travel a new road from that old road map
Avoiding all them potholes and cigarette burns from when you
Napped, rested with nestled in your lap
But your suddenly awoken, by the sound of a stab
Numb, wondering was it just a bad dream?
Then you see the blade sticking from the back seat
Mama always said you outta leave behind the people that
Are bleeding you dry, everybody wants another
Piece of the pie, so run for you life
Cause yours is looking good, and they all want to try
Shit it they catch up, they taking more than just bite
It may seem the only way to save is to eat it
But believe me, soon you’ll get hungry and you’ll need it
And that stomach pain is WAY too much to simply be defeated
….It’ll start with little lies till your brittle and blind
Sleeping on the street begging for a bit of pie
Dead friends sleep in your contact list
If they could contact you they’d say all the
Pie in the world can’t contact bliss
…All the pie in the world can’t find happiness
All the pie in the world would fill you emptiness
Yeah the pie is the reason for your restlessness
Trying to find the pie is why the stress must live
Show love instead boasting all the pie you get
(Pause the beat)
That’s why I hate your music, I’m not a hater
I’m not a douche bag, you’re music sucks
You’re a fucking asshole, who doesn’t understand empathy
And I feel sorry for you because you will never know satisfaction
The closest you’ll ever get to happiness is reminiscing
On your come up, when you enjoyed making music
And there wasn’t pie rotting on your face
When there wasn’t 100 pages of bullshit for you to sign
Everytime you release a song, when it was fun
When you were alive, when you weren’t a fucking
Piece of shit with a fat government dick so far
Up your ass you called the tip your tongue and rap on
Fuck you, and to everyone else.
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13. |
Rambling Babble Skit 2
00:24
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I’ve got prestine sick sixteens..
You’ve got a limp dick and two beans in skinny jeans
I’m a) freak in the back seat, when eating a fat beat
Stealing the vaccine with a pistol to the driver
Of this speeding taxi while you’re thinking I’m your rival
But upon arrival you might find out I’m your idol
My raps fuckin’ vital, dope cats the title
All your mags bridal, bitch here’s some Midol
I don’t want to catch stupid man you better wipe the mic off
Matter fact Lysol, wait by the phone
Cause nobody might call, or hop up in the side car
So I can drive your side into a fucking firewall
And delete your code when you caught up in the internet
You couldn’t be dope if you were green in a cigarette
Confused as an atheist in a sinigog
Screaming “I’m a sinner god” jerking of Nick Minaj
Cause the image wicked hot, but here mission it is not
… I invision it different mix it with a bit of Pac
And I sizzle a little isn’t I entitled to rock
Chris could pebble this with a flint stone
Mis-thrown ain’t a damn game for this throne
Beat you in your home, like the hawks did Boston
Bloody up your streets like I’m running a marathon then
Whoa whoa whoa
My bad, all I meant to say was
You couldn’t spit sick enough to infect and infant
Plus you go about as hard as a limp dick
I’ve got a hatchet that’ll pop your collar higher than a
Pompous abrocrombie fella, yeah I’ll pull your number
Like a DMV tella, kicking in your door
Hella late for you rent, get bent backwards
This the revenge of the post pot smoking snackers
Slashing the traps of the slackers, leaving
Traps that’ll snatch all the trackers
Whiney little copy cat bastards…
But I ain’t gotta worry, cause now a days
It’s only cool to be a black nerd or an actor
Lying bout your stature and grade point average
To make it as a mainstream rapper
But I’ll drag him with a car attached by his two chains
I’ma shoot brains if you rapping like a zombie
Hear to break backs where spine attach…like a
Loose Bane would do to Bruce Wayne kick fire
Fuck it I’m Lu Kang, I’ma have to laugh if that’s
Your juice game, drag your mother through a puddle
Of our spewed brain, quit acting like you wouldn’t do the
Same if you’re insane or as fly as me…
You’re grounded as a train, or a kid in 5th grade
Lick a switch blade, I’ll let my split tounge
Make 2 girlfriends cum your current and ex one
They’ll be bumping to this, while I’m fucking the next one
We ain’t use protect-tion so that kid that you’re supporting
Basically your step son… got my build
…And my rap skills, that’s why he’s better than you
And shits his pants still, I’m packing a land fill
Full of fake fans to kill, and I don’t plan on stoppin
If the Hiphop is dead, then I’m grave robbin’
If you play this, head stay noddin’
If it’s not you’re the product of an over priced product
And the segregated fire burns using you as fodder
…I’m the product of an over night prophet I’ma say
What I gotta say…cause you ain’t sayin nada
I’ve got prestine sick sixteens..
You’ve got a limp dick and two beans in skinny jeans
More so metaphorically than physically
It’s an attitude that means you don’t mean shit to me
So go on, I want you the fuck out of my space
Raps are bullshit you’re a damn disgrace
But I don’t think you’re stupid I just think you’re misplaced
No I do think your stupid look at this fuckers face
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This, is the inconvenient booth
It started as a literal statement
But now it’s a more of a struggle
The push and pull between making music
And the 9 to 5’s that provide the income for making that music possible
The grave yard shifts that serve as inspiration to become something the more
The contrast between hatred for self, and hatred for those that don’t believe in you
Those who pretend to support you when it serves them best
But then ignore your every action, victory, and breath
Everyone is now going to have to bite their tongue
And give us the respect we deserve
Life is full of ego trip and ego checks
Cause we need tips to pay for these ol’ checks
And only those close to me are blind enough
To think that I am not a fucking mess
I’ve been running out breath
But I got, miles of chest
And balls like planets that knock ya’lls off they axis
I suggest…you step the fuck back
Before I break yo neck, finger fuckin’ ears
Till your deaf…see me in the dark
With the eye of needle, pumped up on diesel
Got Riddick in the fetal…position…I’ve twisted
More writtens into weapons, then coppers made pennies
Better watch your back, my mic knows no friendlies
I’m violent sober, I don’t need any Hennessey’s
A homicidal wordsmith with, awkward tendencies
No take-backs and, no pretendsies
I’m overzealous….with like ten z’s….
(1/2 bar space)
I poured my fucking heart out, in a room full of writers
Only to be neglected cause my skin’s shades whiter
Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve tasted disappointment
And I’ve fasted on hardship, but I’ve never been to a sit in
And it’s never come to marches…I beg your pardons
No I’m not comparing, I’m making it apparent
Never have I enjoyed the bitter flavor of my privilege
But what I hate more than being given what I don’t deserve
..Is being stripped, blatantly, of something that I do
……….As if the only young Chicago
Authors that need a hand didn’t look like me and you
That was my last week, and yeah I understand
if you don’t remember
(1/2 bar space)
hell, the neglect, I bet it meant more than your support could have
And I probably show you more support than you should have
(1/2 bar space)
So that’s the last song I show you a song in confidence
But if you feel the need to apologize honest
It’s Okay I promise, I won’t give a fuck what
You say…
But I bet you gon’ respect this tape anyway
Excited, ecstatic, happiness in manic
(x2)
I’m so fucking great, you probably can’t stand it
But this is just a statement to establish it
The rest of the tape is the proof that it’s true
This is just me, saying fuck you
And welcome, to my Inconvenient Booth
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16. |
Rambling Babble Skit 3
01:17
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17. |
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I need love, peace, rest and release (x4)
I need love...you need peace...I need rest...and release
you need love...I need peace....you need rest...and release
I need...you need...we need...oooh
I need...you need...we need...almost
I need...you need...we need...so close
I need...you need...we need...release
Dag nabbit, i'm at peace when I grab it, yeah i
made jacking a habit, but tell me who hasn't?
when I touch myself, it's good for my health
and better for someone else, cause when i'm relaxed
i'm less inclined, to karate kick backs
till I break they spine, perform it my mind and be
fine but with personal, time it don't work
like that, no, it don't work like that
cause life is comprised, of a few necessities
so girl grab your toy, man grip your boy
standing at attention, and give you yours
to be rid of pressure, tension and aggression
I know you love it more than you'll mention, but
whether you tell mother, or boast to you father
about a new tactic, to make it faster or last
longer or not, is irrelevant, (all that is)
I need...you need...we need...oooh
I need...you need...we need...almost
I need...you need...we need...so close
I need...you need...we need...release
everybody's doing it, and getting stronger
whole body workout, when every muscles tense
shamelessly loud you know the buttons press
only you can work your curves now, cum out all your stress
cum out all your stress, cum out all your stress
when you build, build, build that pressure
build build, build that pressure
…...pressure.......you're release....
…..my pleasure....get your back pack
or purse of the bed by any means, quickly
double check the radius, limbs got a mind
of they own when you play its, dangerous
who does it make you? cause it changes us
ready snacks, lotion, candles, rags?
there a particular place, or music you blast?
Life has a few things, we need to have.
but by no means, stick to what i've mentioned
grab you a partner and fuck the tension
by no means stick to what i've said grab
a partner and fuck or your better of dead
no peace in the mind with a piece of the pie
need the whole thing, ima eat you alive
cause I'm limps, soft, weak walking around
but you build a tower, in my downtown
you make me strong, you make me long
you erect a statue in my front lawn
so damn proud when I wave that flag like
you ain't gone believe all the fun we had
far too graphic, for me to re-lay but
don't pass judgement for the way we play
don't hold us, to things we were sayin
we were different people a craving, now
we have love, peace, rest and release (x4)
I have love...you have peace...I have rest...and release
you have love...I have peace....you have rest...and release
I have...you have...we have...love
I have...you have...we have...peace
I have...you have...we have...rest
I have...you have...we have...release
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Right here, this is where, ignorance and mysticism
Intersect..where wisdom is imprisoned
And the gifted are oppressed…..but still
This where we’re living just to get shit off our chest,
This is why you listen, as victim your impressed
Similar, to a callus empathizing with the blisters
Emphasizing certain words and turns for listenERS
Nervous with my slurs, what if they’re writers, what if they’re nerds
Will they call me on my shit and talk trash on what they heard
Cause damn I’m only human, yeah the negativity hurts
I’ve had epiphanies in a verse, and they missin’ what it’s worth
Give em a curse, better yet, give em gold, buried in dirt
And when it surfaces, see if they got the nerve to say they heard that shit
Or saw it, and it’s only time before the nausea flourishes
And blossoms into fire in your belly like a furnace is..
Burning on the inside, but what if we find
…..A kink up in the armor or puncture in the gas lii-
Iiiiiiine……. maybe the ground won’t collapse
Under if you aaaassskkk nice…
But no matter you can’t help but feel paaaassion right
These times’ll make you wonder something maybe things were rougher
In a paaassed life…Never ill prepared
But you tend to get care-ied awaaayyyyy But hey,
Be yourself every day
I said, Never ill prepared
But you tend to get care-ied awaaayyyyy But hey,
Be yourself, that’s what matters at the end of every day
(x3)
Fuck it, it’s not important
I listen to Aesop Rock, close my eyes and watch
Lucy with her chalk, paint a picture on my block
I’m humbled by the wAY, they, affect my flow..
Like a blood clot, but see I’m striving to be myself
Around the clock, non-stop, so I won’t stand act
Like their influence is not, a huge part of who I am
Love Life, that’s the motto, cause the Slug’s the fuckin’ man
And, I wouldn’t be nothin’ if it wasn’t for the mud
And the dirt that’s on his hand, planting seeds and CD’s
You can see these, have had an effect on me
Negative energy exists, but if I can change the way
One person feels about it, I’m standing in a valley
Feeling like I moved the mountain, surrounded, by changes
And altercations of patience, exchanges for the better
This music’s satisfaction, but happiness is a woman
And I’m fortunate to have met her, and I ain’t gonna let her go
I said
This music’s satisfaction, but happiness is a woman
And I’m fortunate to have met her, and I ain’t gonna let her go
I said
Nothin’…It’s not important
(2)
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See me coming like a sharks fin…
Flee the sea when it parts then…
Feel me hit like a marksmen…
Shadows know me as the darkness…
Somewhere in this, you’ll find a suicide letter
With a bottle of jameson, but I didn’t drink it
I poured it down the drain again, dropped the bullet on the train
And let my monster out the cage to see if he could make a friend
And make amends with the torn corner of the paper
Trying live outside borders cornering the vapor
Life is what you make her, but I’m too afraid shape her
She’s perfect as is, from her purpose to her lips,
Nervously we kiss, and I mildly entertain her
Introverts make some of the wildest entertainers
But we’re chronic liars, we have to be to hide the
Fire that’s inside of us, cause in the cover-of smoke
Clouds it’s provided us with everything we know now...
But if we can learn to smile without being shown how
Then I can learn to breathe in a crowd…
But I skipped a lot of lessons and twisted messages
Often on purpose to be sure where leverage is if
You’re feeling nervous…triple check your measurements
A pony can be just as excellent as Pegasus
Cause being famous isn’t always all you guessed it is
A pessimist finally learning wha t depression is
When the saddest song on the record keeps getting spins
When the paint drips, and walls crumble down when
You can’t come to grips with the phantoms you found
Can’t remember shit but an echo of the sound
Probably meant to swim but someone let you drown
(x2)
When distorted eyes look at you like for 45’s…
Your demise fortified by the organized…
Ignore the lies and the cries put your swords aside…
We’re short on time I’m sure your fine but there’s a war and I’m
Fighting by my lonesome hopin’ the bluff’ll hold em
But it that was enough a puddle could make an ocean
When the eye opens, and the storm gets to focus
The ship seizes motions, stolen by hyponosis
The seal has been broken provokin’ new devotion a
Promotion’s in order we’ve been, walking on water gettin’,
Burned and we cauta-rize the wound the before the
Infection spread to unrest and some nausea
Make it on your own, without anything they taughtchya
Keep pushing on, as if someone forced ya
And caution, make sure to change up the course when
Your getting claustra-phobic feeling close in
A pony can be just as excellent as Pegasus
Cause being famous isn’t always all you guessed it is
A pessimist finally learning what depression is
When the saddest song on the record keeps getting spins
When the paint drips, and walls crumble down when
You can’t come to grips with the phantoms you found
Can’t remember shit but an echo of the sound
Probably meant to swim but only you can let you drown
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There’s a song in my head, that I keep on repeat
It seems to seal fates, and trap in dreams it
Sleeps under the mattress with factions of demons
Attack for no reason…and without speaking
They just like to make it difficult to keep breathin’
As if the daily struggle ain’t enough for most of us
Vices got us caught in tightened vices by the throat
I just want to float, but apparently, I ain’t
Got the license to fly this vessel
Flesh covered in wounds that healed over metal
Seal up the meadow, don’t let it get up to they
Head though…if it does, they’ll feel better
If they get to put a label on the kettle
Make em feel powerful, make em feel special
Make the 9 to 5 job feel successful
Give em something new when they feelin’ stressful
Cause there’s something unattractive in bussing tables
And cleaning up the restroom, everyone could breathe
Easy if there was just room, but there’s not
So you sink your teeth into TV
And you get to thinking, what if that was me
Or you get to thinking thank god that’s not me
But all these flat screen interactions
Are just high definition distractions
Get you feelin like your day can just be without passion
Kick your feet up in the madness for relaxin’
Bare arms with a remote not guns to take action
They want submissive and passive
Not inquisitive and active
Cause a nuke makes a nation
But a pistol makes you dangerous
A statement makes a nation
But a question makes you dangerous
-MLK "Where Do We Go From Here" Speech Sample-
And they know that
Anyway
Patience is a virtue, but in the end
The angst from the waiting is thing that’ll hurt you
So get to know the difference in waiting
And waiting for the right times
I’ve got a friend who doesn’t like rap,
Cause it rhymes...but rhythmic poetry
Is all that’s ever spoke to me, it’s funny
Just how different we can be…
But I can understand his dislike
So maybe, he can understand
Why I write…
A song can take soo many turns in a night
It shows what’s on your mind, and it’s how we get it right
I started this, with a goal in mind
Nothing like a golden mine, or write a golden line
It was simple, rap like any aggression
Will leave a broken mic, I written a lot
But never spoke it light, so polite or chill
Open like and real without a potion or a pill
This is just, this is how I feel
There’s a song in my head, that I keep on repeat
Tears fall from the skies to piano keys
And play melodies as the drum pattern beats
Keeps me at ease……
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