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1. |
8th Dimension
02:22
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They say rapping is the gateway bringing home great pay
Checking that replay sing a long and we say
Nobody gives a fuck around my way
I make about 3 bucks for every thousand plays
So add it up and do the math on that
Financially speaking why the fuck would anybody want to rap
But in this reality the money comes from doing shows
But then where’s the money go when you can’t do the shows
I guess you could rap on cameo
I been asking all my friends if i can rap on their patio
6 feet motherfucker step the fuck back
doing a little magic, pulling rabbits out the rucksack
Not everybody always in it for the money
Looking like another crooked sunday and I’m working monday
So you know I ain’t stressing left debating great methods
Amazed to play inception the base stay blessing
Another day another lesson living in the 8th dimension
Might be worth a little mention living in the great depression
Got a real regal feel reeling in another suckerfish
Out to make a deal just to make a mother fucker wish
Aww shit now you only got two left
You know what I wish we didn’t have any loose ends
You know what I miss? Listening to excuses
Now we’re all on the fence like we forgot how to choose
That’s what happens when people don’t know what’s true
In the dark eating bullshit like a mushroom
In the lunchroom just trying to laugh it off
Meanwhile, foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog
like a fake mating call at the zoo it’s
Looking like the view is getting disappointing too
I’m working on the new shit trying to produce it’s
What I’m willing to go through when I’m making my music
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2. |
Thinker Do
02:38
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Sneaking through back alleys on a little cosplay
Broadway all day looking like the wrong way
resuscitating major players in the waiting room
Sifting through the paperwork while i be debating fools
Breaking rules breaking bad like we always wait for doom
Slayed a few in my early years off an 8th of shrooms
Sitting in the dark waiting for the daily news
To let us know what we should believe as the latest truth
Stay aloof writing rhymes in the studio
Trying to keep it well lit like filming a movie role
Sorting through support from your endorsements
Of course we’re tripping balls handing reports in
The latest proof ain’t no way to move change the view
Just a bunch of peckerheads living in a chicken coup
Picking at their dinner finger licking like the plate is good
So kick it for a minute then show me what that thinker do
2 plus 2 show me what that thinker do
Big thinking energy always gets the best of me
When I kick it in the lab messing with new recipes
Gotta mix and match flip the latch letting 12hythm scratch
dope shit spitting facts with my vision smashed
Big drip aristocrats dishing out a list of trash
Missing wisdom this fish is to big to catch
Better let the misses know where you hid the stash
And watch your next step bro before you hit the traps
Walking on eggshells tripping over landmines
And I’m about done dealing with these damn lies
Man I’m looking at this planet like a franchise
Chastised into digging holes in the back nine
The latest proof ain’t no way to move change the view
Just a bunch of peckerheads living in a chicken coup
Picking at their dinner finger licking like the plate is good
So kick it for a minute then show me what that thinker do
2 plus 2 show me what thinker do
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3. |
The Mayans
02:58
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I’m running out the gate rapping step up to the plate
Represent the base when I’m rapping out my fate
Used to play ball, now I’m sitting on the bench like a mitt
Like to play dumb so you can’t tell me shit
Never gonna get me like a raise in your fifties
And if we go drifting you better whip it swiftly I’m on empty
Feeling peppy enough to do a fucking barrel roll
Running out of air like this planet isn’t terraformed
Looking terrible like you need a breath
Getting cancer from these wearables feeling kinda blessed
Tracking everywhere we go error bars low
Here we are so, I guess we the put terror in the art show
I’m not a leader but I’ll lead if you mislead her
All the creature comforts certified up in this teacher
Feeling like a tenure isn’t even needed taking all that hunger trying to feed it
Learning how to love life before we get deleted
If you think you’re coming at me first you’re gonna get it last
Nevermind the mass times velocity divided by the past
Can’t fight the facts rhyming fast lighting round in fact
A little backhand should straighten up these little rats
You better pay attention to the dude that’s spitting facts
Everybody likes to rap about how they got no attachments
Straight abandoned in the back of some shitty shack
Learned how to eat from watching dogs fight over trash
If you think I’m crass, brash or being a little ass
I’m feeling a little bashful about bringing the illest back
It’s like the virus brought the violence from the lowest to the highest
Then we all got super quiet like the Mayans
And i don’t even know where the fuck we go from here
A bunch of long hairs growing beards not showing fear
One step forward taking two steps back
And pray to your mother we don't hit a crack
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4. |
Team Work
02:31
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Sipping on a little bit of sin I been given
Try to keep it written down so it feels like i been living
I been realizing a minute reality ain’t got limits
Going out of my fucking mind testing out the physics
Stretching out the distance for instance
let me be specific the risk is hedge funding the business
Betting on the difference ingesting all the research
Sleeping through the rebirth sliding out feet first
Sleep tight little dreamer
Early to bed early to rise with a rugged ass demeanor
Taking beats to the cleaners you know I love my t shirts
And the people who support my little dream here
transparent cows I gotta steer clear
2020 going down as one fucking weird year
Take a sec and look around the psy-ops is winning
Set the table, we just biopsied dinner
They got a tracker in the phone tracking everywhere we go
And it’s fine if i don’t know I already sold my soul
Getting ready rock and roll tip the first domino
Feeling abominable with these avalanche flows
Stop and rest on the road gotta get where I’m going
And the rest of y'all know that we hit the ground soaring
I’ll be coming for the fuckers that be summoning the trouble
Running on the double while I’m handing out the W’s
Putting wins on the board every fucking day
they love me on the team because I know my fucking place
Better get in where you fit I’m delivering the meaning
I inherited the demons always sneaky never seen them
If i’m breathing I’m reading I’m not even being conceited
I need to see for myself if you think that I’m believing
It’s the season of reason y’all be seizing the research
I’m receiving the meaning that shit is called teamwork
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5. |
AWOL
02:27
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Digging in the dirt trying to find the treasure
Learning how to mix this business with pleasure
I’m kicking a lecture, spitting conjecture
High as a bird while I’m flipping the gesture
Living like a jester infesting these extras
Dissecting a mess of ego looking headstrong
Infinitesimal the spitting is next world
And if you don’t agree well then I’m afraid you’re dead wrong
So leave the mess hall and clean your plates up
I can’t believe the rest of y'all feed on make up
Bereavement break up to rearrange your wake up
Big ol bloody mess like a scene from Braveheart
driving race cars to beat the fate it’s hard
To meet your maker when the features ain’t marked
Trying to slide underneath the paywall
I’m afraid this mother fuckers gone AWOL
Living on the earth trying to mind some headspace
Give a little gift like i’m lifting dead weights
The risk of resting kicks the nest egg
Square in the nuts, y'all feeling teste
The breeze has swept in no need arresting
The least depressing so sweet but messy
I need the best day to keep professing
And hope my body doesn’t leave behind a red stain
Pouring out a little liquor for the dead states
While the rest wait and bleed domestic
No means to gestate breeds the best cake
Beauty on the back of the queen she just ate
So take a little dive down the K hole
While I flip the B roll right into A roll
And make the payroll go a little further
replace the merger with the tainted version
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6. |
We Smoking Feat. Tai Dye
02:41
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we lit in TheJamHole...
(Inhale) ... Tai...
(Exhale) ... Dye...
(y-y-uh-y-yeauhhhh)
"what ya know bout this shit?"
(Yeah Ugh)
Lemme get my feet wet, tip toe on the scene.
So fresh so clean, Andre, that's me. (3 Stacks)
Giant with the rhymes and I play with the beats, plus I'm feeling extra mighty after puffin the green.
I'll give em something to see: A full moon.
Sellin wolf tickets to me, I'm no fool.
But Lemme get a seat at the table, it's too true.
I been hungry as can be with 2 spoons! (hahaha)
MY CITY DON'T WANT ME HERE. (nope)
THERE'S REASONS THEY DON'T LIKE ME.
CUZ I BEEN HAD SKILL AND THAT IS CLEAR.
(It's T-A-I yeah D-Y-E!!)
LET ME BOMB THIS, I'M FEELING SO ATOMIC! (UGH)
GOT THE CHRONIC SO YOU KNOW WHAT I'M ON! (IT'S UP)
WEED IS HARMLESS, GOT ICE UP IN MY BONG, SO THAT MEAN I'M ALWAYS FROSTY, LIKE SUB ZERO, I'M STUCK...
Mat lee and tai dye smoking on that good weed
Rolling up joint after joint in my hood scene
it’s a good thing I live where I can keep smoking
We don’t give a fuck about weed here in Oregon
I’m rapping from the home of legalized drug use
One gram two gram sipping on that bug juice
Waiting on a never ending story from the plug
Texting like 911 I need a hug
Like Nate Dogg said I’m smoking weed every day
And i ain’t the type to buy drugs and never pay
Delivering like Ritalin some medicine is slithering
Hypno-psycho typical and the rest of it is hit or miss
Uppers and downers i like it in the middle yo
I’m fitted for the mission no matter where we finna go
I’m driven like a purist like it pure as the driven snow
Tripping on the cure just to let the people know
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7. |
Filthy Ideas
02:43
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Mat lee packing up beats with the lights on
Packed tight my songs blowing like a pipe bomb
Right on, when I’m reaching for the feelings
Sitting comfortably between hell and the ceiling
Watching all the blades on the fan spin around
Never really all that good at finding out the middle ground
Living in a little town, and that’s how i like it
Delivering my sound hoping y’all find it
I love producing beats it's time consuming
Gives me something to do while my mind is stewing
Never had nothing to prove just my love for music
For anybody asking why i do this
It was never really about getting rich and famous
I just like the feeling of getting played on a playlist
Putting little pieces of me out in the ether
Then see what comes back on the receiver
I get a little dizzy trying to follow the words around
Every time I close my eyes it’s like they’re bursting out
Give it ten minutes then let’s see who deserts the crown
And this motherfucker thinks that he deserves a crowd
My mind be all like yo who’s smirking now
I’m like shut up mind, mind your own business you worthless clown
And this shit goes on for like an hour
Another fucking dumb struggle for power
I try to ask around why the fuck it gotta be like that
It do what it do when it do it, it might be a trap
skew what they view in their dreams when they need a nap
Follow through with the fake news getting knee slaps
Oh look we got another comedian
I smoke myself silly now I’m all out of weed again
Trying to tolerate 2020 like really
Could this shit get any more filthy
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8. |
The Great Debate
02:49
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Watching these debates like what a bunch of noise
When the illusion of choice out maneuvers your voices
No one really knows what the fuck is going on here
Sitting in the bunker waiting for the all clear
It’s like we’re getting steered towards the motherfucking ice berg
Captain all drunk deciphering where the ice lurks
And we thought 2020 was gonna be a nice year
Living with the plague like who brought the mice here?
try to think of it as another simulation
Game full of bugs but still fun to play it’s
Like we’re aliens beta testing earth
Digging in the dirt trying to earn a little girth
The beast is silent when it defeats the riders
Living outside trying to meet this virus
If you wanna watch it all burn from the sky rise
Delete the science then increase the righteous
Living like a jerk, return to feed the worms
Vibing like a tree just breathing out the words
Be careful outside them police is violent
Feeling like I finally earned some peace and quiet
Sitting down to eat a little piece of pie first
Trying to be the fat kid you least admire
Feast of fire when the beasts of burden
Are getting all bored but at least we’re certain
We found the imposter living among us
Fussing with hunches another big chungus bludgeoned
Don’t worry The fungus will clean up the guts and
get us to function on fleeting assumptions
I see through the rust from rush to rush
Hours stacked up like a bunch of junk
So hush your muff before we stuff your luck
And break your fucking neck to this like Busta bust
Bleeding impulsive the meeting controls it
When breathing corrosive no eating the bullshit
Feeling the worth like it’s gonna be a good year
now we’re all tired stop treading on the work here
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9. |
Old Man Shit
02:23
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When I’m ripping and rapping I ain’t picking the bastards
Who be tricking the masses into getting they asses kicked
Feels like I been getting my masters
Fuck a pump and dump I like the income that’s passive
Raise up the bar before I fly right passed it
I’ll be writing rhymes till they put me in a casket
Old man shit put the lotion on it’s skin
Then put that shit back in the damn basket
Like buffalo bill the way I’m ruffling feathers
Snuffing out debt cut the heads off collectors
Keep a couple heads in a jar as keepsakes
Then take the rest and turn them into free bait
Upgrade the feeling supply the freebase
Looking all professional, tools in the briefcase
Running on empty from gassing up my teammates
First one down let me know how that sleep tastes
I’ll be wrecking precautions directing impossible
Defending the plausible from ending demonstrable
The mission isn't even worried about the clearance
Running interference until our enemies fear us
We’re only one disappearance away from a bad day
Everybody trying to save face on the last date
Feeling fancy about to pull out the Massee
Drop the 8 ball in passing, that’s so passé
I’m getting nasty you cannot put it passed me
A mix between blasphemy and tuck everlasting
Feeling like a masterpiece, looking like a tragedy
trying to get through another day full of savagery
Getting headstrong from working in the mess hall
All hands on deck waiting for our next haul
I need the rest got big plans to eject
So feed the grass and keep off the Kleenex
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10. |
Downsize
02:38
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Waking up like a basement dweller
Stepped out the door and heard racists yelling
Two thousand twenty what an ugly shit show
staring at the fucking rick roll from the get go
Looking outside the whole states on fire
The fuck do you expect when you embrace the liars
And replace the writers with ai just like us
Emaciated models killing brightburns
First in last out picture me rolling
The worst time to cash out so what you holding
The mercs gonna cash cow countries stolen
Drooling over chicken like the goose is golden
Trying to be soulful spitting that molten
Lava from the bottom of the caldera I’m hot and
Gonna put it in a bottle and offer it to the god who
Hit the gas full throttle blasting off in a rocket
Stitching these writings living that life like
Who would have guessed you’d turn out this nice right
Avoiding stress that’s the motherfucking secret
Print that shit on a motherfucking leaflet
I’m just an asshole hooked on the bricks
Looking at the rectangles damn they kind of thicc
We’ve gone through a whole lot of kings here
Cutting off heads just to bring cheer
Getting all fired up tiger king line em up
When you’d give an arm and a leg just to try the junk
On some first time buyers luck
Alexa set a reminder and remind me to buy a bunch
And put your hands up if your fucked this year
And keep em in the air if your picking up the spare
And put your mask on just to go outside
looking at the planet about to downsize
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11. |
Soundwaves
02:25
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Looking at the downplay spitting over soundwaves
Kick a little rhyme and we’ll see if the crowd waves
Take note the brows raise up when the mouse hits taste buds
Dick dastardly trying to race us
Cannonball run from the west to the east coast
Got the ghosts on my team leaving in a repo
Scheming on a free tow siphoning the gas up
Riding high as NASA and we about to blast off
Ain’t nobody pass us hungry like some raptors
Attacking in a pack like a bunch of fucking savages
Handling the packs while we shipping out disaster
magic is simple if you practice with the master
Trying to show the homies I think there could be a better way
Every day I write a verse trying to get this pen in shape
Living like a mental patient embracing the basics
I see your queen on the table while I’m holding aces
Subtle on the double trouble popping all the bubbles
Open silent I’m the one who comes to ruin all the funny moments
Olly olly oxen opium that oxycontin got the oxytocin
Following around the people like what rocks you smoking
Okey dokey annie oakley joking like are you ok Annie?
Hoping those who poking jokes are broken softly spoken can he
Rope a dope around the throat and coast him home alone
To sleep it off later like just give the dog a bone
I roam around the globe like a motherfucking satellite
Smoke a lot of weed always gotta be satisfied
Soaking up the dream state trying to live la vida loca
But for now I’ll settle for a smile and a coka
Who makes the bundles repping all the fun tools
Looking all around like there’s nowhere to run to
Got the plug what’s new on the drug one two
Sticking with the dope my homies grow and that’s one truth
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12. |
Do or Die
02:22
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Rolling down the street in my six four
I never had a six four, a kid can wish though
I snap the wishbone and grabbed a fistful
Chilling with a dope beat and some weed, is all i wish for
I’m feeling blissful, I got a misses
My ginger always down to ride no matter what the mission
I’m singing this song, got a couple albums out
We do alright, but it ain’t really shit to write home about
Like to feed the fish bowl keep my stories mystical
I like my beats boom bap and rap to be lyrical
I’m feeling cynical, craving a little ritual
Save my place in line while I try to find a miracle
I keep looking and looking and looking but never find nothing
We been lied to thinking there’s surprise under
Super secret lies mother fucker sneak inside
Going dark now believe me when I say the shit is do or die
Digging through the trenches, trying to stay offensive
Trespassing here like this land looks expensive
Ain’t no time like the present trying to stake a claim
Just make sure your claim stays away from all these other claims
We’re almost kinda running out of land here
Living in the day of the dead and it’s damn weird
Same teams y'all we just trying to get a bite to eat
A little rest saved up waiting for my time to sleep
Head down middle fingers up yo I’m wide awake
Never hesitate to stay about a hundred miles away
Sever time and space while I wrecking ball the place
I expect you all to play running marathons today
When the sick get sicker and the rich get richer
It might be about time to rearrange our dinner
Fix the system the shit is all nixed
Waking up early, gonna suck today’s dick!
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13. |
Basket Bastards
02:35
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Luck in my cup yo it’s time to turn it up
Making my own beats so the shit had better bump
You couldn’t sniff a better bump if you were sitting in the trunk
Looking all delirious like where’d you get this from
If i ever told you, well then I’d have to kill you
And I’m not really in the business of killing chumps
I try to make a beat a day filling in the gaps
Getting trapped in my brain synchronicity collapse
feeling like the deal is never better than the last one
And everybody wanna hit the pipe but never passed one
I always bring a bowl or two to lighten up the mansion
Two of my favorites never going out of fashion
good weed and passion I get to smashing
Got plenty of both so I release the kraken
Come meet the bastard inside the basket
Fitted to the frame when we defeat your masters
It’s been a couple hundred years we just trying to evolve
Into something better than all the puzzles that we solve
So let’s mix up all these genes and cook em in a cauldron
Jumping out the soup feeling so fucking awesome
This squadron is polished, very few imposters
Flying with caution out the window so I foster
A deep seeded love of reading books
Just trying to be smarter than the crooks
Feeling like I’m fishing for another big investment
Reeling in the bait gonna feed it to the next of kin
Always bring enough so you can share it with your peers
We’ve never had a rulebook so crystal clear
Got the sticky tape so let’s get to masking
Marking off the spot where we need to start rationing
Come meet the bastard inside the basket
Fitted to the frame when we defeat your masters
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14. |
Acid Head
02:52
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Reading in a book yo i learned something nifty
The CIA was feeding people acid in the fifties
Some people knew it, most of them didn’t
It was like a little game they invented
Sandoz had the plug it was all about the research
Gotta get turned on hollering me first!
Government reaction is always kinda knee jerk
Not exactly what I like to see out of my leaders
Zen lunatics trying to see the other side
Everybody likes to hide and seek when the dose is high
Paranoid like people are watching me
Well, that’s because people are watching… see?
If DMT is a niagrous of epiphanous beauty
And psilocybin treats your mind like a movie
LSD wasn’t the mind control they wanted
So they kept designing different drugs to haunt us
Just another night in the cabin camping
3 drops hitting each tongue like well that happened
Feeling like a weird alien on this planet
I’m just passing through staring at these inhabitants
They didn’t know Provocateurs infiltrating lock your doors
Trying to start a quiet riot so they could mop the floor
used to slay the forage waiting for the drum roll
That’s what happens when cut throats get all the control
Acting all manic the passion is frantic
The visuals are magic so let your mind brandish
This little weapon of mass dysfunction
Red dawn down now we’re tripping with the Russians
Reading in a book yo i learned something nifty
The CIA was feeding people acid in the fifties
Some people knew it, most of them didn’t
And you wonder why we harbor such resentment
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15. |
Stick'em Up
02:53
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I be riding through town looking like a buck fifty
Still got love for the humans that be fucking with me
Feeling like I got to take advantage of the bricks that hit me
Three little piggies you can miss me like Mississippi
A bunch of hippy dippies hippy flipping I like my acid trippy
Switching into spiffy wolf clothing like your grandmas missing
Rolling up some critical hitting these individuals
Keep the flow hysterical while I’m spitting these lyricals
I don’t believe in god, I don’t believe in miracles
I don’t believe we earned the right to harvest these materials
Sleeping in the cut killing all this cereal
Serial killers out hunting down the cheerios
Me I sit back bumping lines through the stereo
And try to rearrange all the lies they been feeding y'all
All these imperials make me all delirious
Looking at the stars gonna relocate to Sirius
Looking for the next task paying great
when we used to go around the world in 80 days
And the harvest was bountiful making hay
Trying to stick around and stake my claim
I’m giving this ignorance a kick in the dickens its
Like a bunch of hit or miss kids on the mission it’s
All ego and very little training
Marigolds and daisies pushed up daily
Running out of patience saving grace
Always too hungry to save some face
We like getting wasted late it’s a twist of fate
When your memory is missing dates
Tragedy strikes when you lose the debate
Then you choose to relate to the views of your mate
But the views of your mate are like the news on at 8
And the news only exists to propagate hate
So flip the channel off kick the battle
We’re getting ripped off like a ticket raffle
I’m sick of these assholes living like kings
While the rest of these beings are sick examples
We’re living samples getting studied
Gifted animals limping bloody
Stepping around all the traps in the mud
So the rats with the drugs can slip abruptly
Living in shambles these people are starving
It’s like we’re being lead by Marvin the Martian
On how to regard human life then we sob
And remind them what it’s like to have your carriage get robbed
Stick em up!
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16. |
NPP
02:12
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Check both belts yo we’re locked and loaded
Coming through to test yall works of old its
like the motherfucking past ain’t relevant
Selling these cats on the same old developments
Folks packed in to the housing projects
Never even know what it’s like to prosper
Fuck that y’all i thought this was america
Marinating in the raw bold is our character
The fight that’s ahead shit it won’t be easy
It’s like the NPP got people greedy
That's the narrative of perpetual progression
It’s civilizations darkest lesson
Don’t take it from me, look the fuck around
And know what to look for before it goes down
And know what you’re good for when they come to your town
Cross that threshold and get drugged the fuck out
You better farm your land or it’ll get farmed for you
Big pharma farming hemp the greed’s loyal
It’s all in these documents I bring forward
The nobles are obviously in league with big oil
When we release the lease on these resources
We’ll need of course a brief case and three sorcerers
Complete with greek sources
And people to pull the trigger when I give these orders
Struggling a while with these disorders
Chaotic neutral but still wishing he was in orbit
Stonks only go up when did this shit become do or die
Viva elon musk would be my battle cry
I mean somebody’s gotta lead the autists
Into battle when we finally defeat the bosses
Level up shit shift the wealth
And make sure to keep a little bit for yourself
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17. |
Who We Are
03:14
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Laying there at night I try to write about the nice things
Even though my brain likes to rearrange the pipe dreams
Nicely that’s why they pay twice the price see
I got this little sticker that let’s me know who’s on my team
What I’m spending on medicine you’d think I’d feel better than
Eleven of my best friends and they all settling
Get a little sleep yo I’ll take the first watch
Head on a swivel camping out inside the cursed park
That ain’t the worst part, i pay to pushcar
I'm trying to work smart, and get my first star
I hit the verse hard don’t forget to push start
Wishing for a smidgeon while I’m living in this work of art
Dishing out the vision while I’m cruising down the boulevard
Living like a villain delivering up some Juilliard
Giving out decisions while I’m wishing to be blissful
Looking at the predictions like we’re this far
Looking at the wide awake thinking there’s a better way
Always gotta contemplate like something I would never waste
Like a game of hide and seek I never turn the head away
And if i ever hesitate it’s time to put my pen away
Allow me to demonstrate looking like a bookworm
The way I’m flipping through all these pages I got good turns
I let the wood burn breathing in some good vibes
Leading all the people trying to find us some good times
And if it’s my time, I’ve lead a good life
I wrote a lot of rhymes and burned them in the wood pile
And all of y'all who worthwhile throughout the first mile
It ain’t the worst haul looking at these cursed dolls
I remember a time before the virus
Before the civil war 2.0 wine and dined us
Divided us up like a fraction still saved a run
And every last faction gave blood
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I write raps and get rekt.
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