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1. |
Prize Fight
02:22
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In the darkest of times when the phoenix arises
Out of the ashes like some burned up papyrus
Open the sarcophagus and release the virus
Got a lump in your throat like tonsillitis
When the flags go up like everyone is righteous
Spending government checks sniffing up the white dust
the previous generation wants to be just like us
Fuck that shit I’m trying to be like Mike was
Drop the bias and you might survive this
The mummy coming through to remind your highness
I might just buy up my own fucking island
Build a little bunker then wait for the timer
countdown to zero day exploiting
Every exploit in your internet sex toys
Intermittent vibrations through the ether
Did you just cum? Me either
If you look at the bright side we’re lost at the right time
blindly following stars in the night sky
Part of me might ride away with the prize fight
Man vs everything else until the time’s right
Unleash the kraken no wait that was crack
Fuck now everybody feeling all amped up
Fucking like bunnies to the national anthem
Ugly little shits eating up all our rations
Mishandling the captions who has the answer
Holding our attention for ransom
Fed up with all the red tape and the boring template
Like it matters if it’s a blue or red state
Charged every month and we can’t even cancel
feeling distressed, fuck it kill the damsel
Fuck yea spread it like we’re on some un-dead shit
And pass the bitch around like a meme from reddit
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Beef
02:10
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Boots stepping on the concrete where the rocks meet
Night time special ops flushing out the raw meat
If you think you want beef think again promptly
Oddly the bombs never dropped on the party
Probably the odds were too damn alarming
Disarming the population is a hard feat
Hardly, break out the booze and the drugs
Wait till the bodies drop then roll up the rugs
Raise up an army of suicide barbies
Never bring a plastic knife to a gun battle
Gotta praise mommy for the do or die heartbeat
Gave up killing now she’s back in the saddle
Better pick a side let em go gather
When the dogs of war are out looking for their master
Feeling all wore out like a blood donor
But they wouldn’t take it, didn’t have the right aroma
When the enemy strikes, you better have a flashlight
Never have I seen darker days in my life
Everyone gotta hand out looking for a pardon
Me i’m just lucky i found a good partner
The look on their face when the shit got started
A bunch of dead bodies dearly departed
It’s merely an art form made out of cardboard
Got a brain in the head and blood pumping heart for
Keeping everything saturated like a drug store
Fighting through the lines like a bloodsport of sorts
Just trying to get enough food to live
Can’t grow your own when you’re living in the shit
In the midst of all this we never got our shit together
Long enough to sit and think about the bigger picture
Whether or not we ever had to run the risk
Rather be a carrier gorilla in the mist
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3. |
Bones
02:06
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Feeling at my best when I'm rapping on a track
And the beat is getting blessed with some passion I attack
In a cabin by the lake I’m waking up getting baked staying late saving
Up for the day I get to fade away
Humans being good in a major way pay to play
More like pay to save your life ripping through this day to day
Save the date hold the tears back like embrace the pain
Gotta be smarter than that if you wanna play the game
This land is my land, this land belongs to no one
And if you want to argue that you’re in for the long run
All done you can catch me laughing
Crafty starting off my day with weed and caffeine
You better give a dog a bone then leave em in the cold
Burying our own in the underground we stole
Then ferried back and forth on the moat like a drone
Like Charon never found a quiet place to call his own
It’s horrendous how rent is relentless
Envious, of people living in tents it’s
What the bottom of the barrel likes to talk about
When it becomes illegal to even walk around
Stuck at home a bunch of quarantine cowboys
Shooting off guns in the yard making loud noise
How nice to be so proud (america!)
Turn their smiles around when the lead rained back down
You got an awful lot of holes in the ceiling
Makes it easier to air out those feelings
Got tricked into making another payment
While your savings lies all over the pavement
Pouring out a little for the fallen crowd
Who didn’t survive long enough to calm down
Gotta be better than the previous betters
Betting on the game like the game always remembers
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4. |
Billion
02:50
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When we blow through the dust volcanoes erupt
No one ever guessed that the game would be tough
Keep it hands off when the play is a bust
Plain old unjust so we keep it on the one
Blast off on the two help me see the three
Third eye open wide checking out the scene
Laser beam focus star scream jokers
Living off the fat of the people they approached
Tell me what happens when the land fights back
With the cliffs at our backs make the last stand matter
No one ever planned for the famine on deck
We was walking all erect with the dead man's swagger
Sitting in a little den envisioning the middle men
Listen to the fiddle man play a little diddy then
Talk about how all the leaders seem reptilian
Lost in the maze trying to make the next b b b billion
No one gave a shit till the drugs all dried up
Everybody died from a bad batch of Lysol
But it didn’t matter we was all hyped up
When the pedal hit the metal he just didn’t have the right skill
Watched in the day time till the night curfew
Rats in a cage till they make time to merk you
Got a little job that falls under my purview
We gotta get this mob away from the bird’s view
Gotta find cover, wipe off the bird poop
Write off the work while you try on the worst juice
Blinded by perps who try to reverse truth
Sly like fox news just trying to lie to you
Eating up the slop like a bunch of hungry vagrants
I can’t way for the day they lock us up in stasis
Mock up a basement c call me resilient
Waiting for the internet to make me a b b b billion
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5. |
Hobby Slob
02:58
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Everybody needs a little hobby
Ain’t left the house in a while and I’m feeling pretty soggy
Broad daylight find the sun get a little vitamin D
Smoke a little weed, a hit of DMT If you know what I mean
I know you know what I mean
if you listen to me, please try to follow my lead
Everyday trying to plant the seeds
Overgrow the planet with some good fucking trees
I mean good fucking grief what a shit show
All risk no benefit shorty get low
Slow mo simp mode rolling to the disco
Pulls out a knife leaving behind slit throats
This goes to show it don’t take much
When you feel the hunch gotta stay with the rush
Never getting separated I’m trying to delegate
The memory and demonstrate a new way to celebrate
This bro knows how to shut down a party
Stay at home boredom busted up promptly
Softly spoken about to get it sorted
Paperwork in order about to cross a few borders
Walking by the neighbors about to spark vapor
Picking up odd jobs gotta do the labor
This ditch ain’t gonna dig itself
Rolling in it thick is how the haters felt
When Cinderella finds a fella dancing in the ballroom
And Alice decides to eat up all the small shrooms
Which one do think you gonna follow
That depends on the color of the little pill swallowed
Quality control kick the eq’s up
Nothing like death and destruction to get the views up
Acting like a bunch of Yakuza
Drunk off the booze and the thought of laying down with medusa
At Lollapalooza, hitting snooze, i’m a loser
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6. |
Side Theory
02:27
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Hitting these streets like I’m cold and nasty
Counting down the days till i’m old and raspy
They say the life pays and we blowing past it
Every single day stacking paper in the cash bin
That’s it, there ain’t nothing more to it
Like the heady bone carver I just Doux it
Plot the course and maneuver right through it
Take it all in with a deep breath
Then exhale the truth it’s important to stay fluid
One more day trying to dodge sweaty bullets
Astute student in the room with the blueprint
Head down and keep up it’s not that convoluted
Go against the norm when the dragons roar
Harpoon ready to defend the shores
Sail the seven seas like a pirate left
Over an argument and met a silent end
Back on the ship with the pirate lore
Says right here that he died from boredom
Too much grief and not enough living
Decisions in infinite loops keep spinning
And spinning no winning i’m swimming in visions
Of infinite wisdom to uplift these weirdos
Discrete i deliver no peace with my dinner
Go beyond the fence and you’ll see our new hero
And right there’s where we’re gonna sleep
Park place and Broadway, monopoly
The next big heap trying to flex on a lil peep
I’m taking specs to invest in a little tree
A little art and a little bit of this and that
Appreciate the support, gonna dish it back
Unequivocal spit a little riddle full
Of this lyrical goodness hyping up the miserable
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7. |
West Coast Vibes
02:45
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Put your hands up like you got a couple questions
Ain’t no misdirection just a bunch of flexing
all aggressive insane from all directions
smoke rolls in when I start a session
Blank canvas blaze up the handlers
Rocking back and forth like I got the van stuck
Don’t grind the clutch, mind your hush
Put your mask on and don’t touch the antlers
Feeling untouchable when I’m on the verse
But in the universe I’m just writing some words
Enticing these nerds while i’m laying out my memoirs
Like remember when I had to fight the centaur
I’m a book nerd, let me take you on the journey
Lost in the labyrinth searching for the lost fern
For certain got the taxes included
Acting like a writer never felt secluded
Try to get into the shit and line em up
Just another fixed game of try my luck
Oh lighten up dog it could always be worse
Unless you're in the back of a hearse
Then you’re dead, or putting in new speakers
It’s a toss up, driver? or just tweakers?
Don’t stress yo I’ve done the research
Living life like a bunch of fucking lemurs
It’s a remake off the cutting floor we take
A little bit of poison and put it in the cheesecake
Tastes great less filling Less stress more killing
As he blew the cornerstone out the building
And the blocks came tumbling down all humble
Feels like we’re drowning in a little puddle
Rebuttal? I should be taking off in the shuttle
Getting high in space with the Hubble
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8. |
Intermission
00:51
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Flight Simulator
02:15
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Laying there at night while i’m counting sheep
Brain on repeat no amount of please
Would you shut the fuck up yo i’m trying to sleep
Not till you write it down to remind your genius ass
In the morning when you wake up to realize
It was nothing more than a weird dream
And you feel like everybodys on the take
But things aren’t always what they seem
What’s real to me isn’t real to you
Living this reality is barely new
And if you’ve seen this little feud
You’d be filling up your gas tanks too
we’re living in a fucking simulation of a simulation
Don’t look back or you’ll get sucked into the miscommunication
All this dumb fucking ruckus drink bleach here
keep a tight demeanor and swing for the bleachers
I feel like i wanna kick the bucket over spill the fun
Release some other means of hunting all these silly motherfuckers
Coming at us like we don’t got a bunch of guns or something
These are fucked up times we’re living in and i don’t need the judgement
Free the supper no need to subvert the leaders busted freedom hunter
Disagreements wander cold streets filled with screaming bottom feeders
Take me to your leaders blasting propaganda through the speakers
So if you wanna build let’s build
But if you wanna steal get buried in the field (SOUND EFFECT cheesy doom sound)
Double duty at the rocking Rudy copping fruity
Not a newbie got the rubies hostile looking like Chewbacca
Threw me through the window fuck it sue me
Now i’m looking all hypnotic bougie
With a bunch of suckers i went to school with who barely knew me
Students sitting here fucking clueless
Looking at the next duck trying to see who the goose is
Should have paid more attention to hole in the boat
Now tell me why y'all still vote
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10. |
Tiger Whisperer
02:25
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Itchy and grimy staying alive when
The virus took over and showed us how to die
First it started out with a little coughing fit
Next thing you know, getting fitted for a coffin shit
Break out the Sunday best breaking runway sweats
Like a fun house mirror making fun of these pets
Are we done yet? Just five more minutes
Make the decision to pull the plug and let’s get dinner
Winners spinning dizzy around a thinning circle
Hair trigger slipping so much for keeping it surgical
Disintegrate that microbe finger on the Lysol
Kicking doors in but never find the right stall
The bark is worse than the bite y’all dishonest
Liars lying about how big their lion is
Cage rattled I gotta keep the flow hypnotic
So i stole this tiger shirt from Joe Exotic (big cat sounds?)
(The tiger should be here tomorrow)
Gift Baskins from a secret admirer
Acting like you ain’t the one to get fed to the tiger
One false move, one little slip up
Get your guts ripped up drunk off the stigma
Funky with my pimp cup, the dude abides
Missing a couple teeth but that’s by design
Friendly reminders to make better decisions
Keeping that distance preventing collisions
The business end of this beast is all teeth all week
We’ll call you, so don’t ever call me
Wrapped up in the lines feeling kinda sorry
Switching it up from alarmed to alarming
Weather or not it’s balmy laying by the palm trees
My favorite time kicking it with the fall breeze
Living like the king of this redneck ghetto
Waiting for the day I get my Netflix special
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11. |
Imposters
02:26
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Keep my head down on the sound stay focused
Hoping I’m able to type out some dope shit
Got roped in to the same old same show
never asked for any of this like it’s fate yo
Everything's going good till it’s not
When the whole world stops and we look at what we got
Not much, a bunch of dead crops (oh no!)
A hole in the ozone nothing gonna stop us
From acting like a bunch of bozos
Clown shoes on tight fighting over old clothes
Got a boatload of trash running low on cash
Itching for the end like I’ve got a bad rash
So who wants to bet on that action
Going all in like we need the distraction
I can’t get no satisfaction
I've seen it happen, where’ll you be standing
When the ship goes down with the captain
Bring it right back spitting on a tight track
Gotta keep my shit on lock like a bike rack
Everyone around my block like it like that
I’m the judge and the jury and you can’t deny facts
The evidence points closely to this mostly
Wholesome act of suicidal roasting
But you wanna know the gross thing?
We pay for the lip service so who can out gross me?
Chicken soup for the soul and I’m all out of groceries
Dig under the upholstery and find another nose bleed
Stuck in a maze and we’re getting cold feet
Waiting for the day the juveniles go free
And our congress stops to process
How they got corrupted and all turned into some monsters
Preying on your kids like who’s gonna stop em
Voting for a bunch of imposters
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12. |
Epic
02:27
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When I’m cruising I’m rushing no booze on my tongue
When I’m losing my cool like a bruiser in London
The rules are confusing so let loose the juices
And try not to act like they tighten up the noose
These fools are abused like a problem step child
ruling the coup with some modest exile
I’m lost in the cube with the softest textiles
A comfy padded room where I’m walking my best miles
So wipe the smirk off your face when you’re serving
Em up with a platter of bait behind the curtain
Uplift the curse it's absurd to swerve it
Letting these nerds know the wait was worth it
I’m perking up while I stir in some bullshit
This ain’t my first rodeo surrounded by humans
opinionated merchants trying to steal your worth its
Getting on my nerves so let’s make em feel nervous
I go tit for tat when I’m spitting this rap shit
Getting sick with it like i’m kissing bats it’s
spreading sickness like a fucking pandemic
Gun to my head like write the damn epic
My mood is exhumed from the darkest mistakes
Sitting down in hell cooking up these mix tapes
Living through nightmares and dreamscapes it takes
More patience than a hospital police state
So lock it down locked and loaded like they come for your guns
Fuck no we won’t be getting onto the bus quietly
Sit back and watch the riot beat
While the cops get filmed pirating all your privacy
Sign on the dotted line and waive your rights
Then wave goodbye and pay no mind
Gotta wash the brain and erase the time
now shut the fuck up while we wait in line
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13. |
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Gotta keep it rolling like a Tesla makes me
Wanna puke my brains out all over these pastries
I’m just trying to lay here and be all lazy
Please tell the drugs they don’t need to chase me
So get laced then start your pacing
Color me impressed with all this crazy
I don’t wanna be crass but baby
I’d give my right nut for one of them Dre beats
Or maybe get dressed up all mainstream
run for office then empty your savings
Trying to get paid in rustic cravings
Brainwashed blame game picking up ratings
Getting all berated like mad men ladies
Hating on everything great from the 80's
Lately the bait’s been looking angry
Dainty till you see what they dangling
Looking like a carrot hanging off a stick
Shape of a ghost to haunt your crib
Raking in the most without boring me
Just another day in the life of a quarantine
Props to everyone who ever wrote to me
Feed opening through a new wave of growing pains
best case they never even notice me
Slipping a fast one in to the closest gene
Stick another chicken in the CRISPR
Whisper the magic words and listen for the whimper
The simpler the better so buy the dip
Blindfold on tight ghost ride the whip
Straight at another ghost ship let’s see what the goats win
When you get tossed in the ocean And you don’t swim
not what I was hoping
going nowhere fast lost in the potion
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14. |
The Virus
02:57
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It feels like i’m hip hop anonymous
When i’m talking this awesomeness Feeling so good it’s ominous
Out here trying to holler about a tolerance
Got my weed sack looking so fucking marvelous
Life tends to get hard as dick sometimes
I’m conquering like a harbinger of fun times
Like a quantum particle i spin up to spin down
Get up with the get down then I split town
On to the next one kick it with my sound
Gotta take a risk if you wanna live now
Still got homies that will never get it figured out
Too late choking on the poison trying to keep it down
I try to fly but keep the ground underneath
and bide my time long enough to catch a little sleep
Riding high gotta keep the mind happy and
Focus on everything that lives on after me
This rap shit is like the pitter patter I’m getting mad
like the mad hatter spitting patterns with a little bag
If it’s bitter it’s a spitter family matters hitting snags
Calamity mat on the way to bridge the gap
All these little liar liars i'm trying to spit the facts
Ripping every single casket open trying to feed the cats
Watch the weak collapse walking through the weekend
Looking burned out from all this free thinking
Deceitful how they gonna treat the workers
Building riches off the backs of the deserters
We don’t nurture we murder that’s not so unheard of
Heads down in the back of the herd
Y'all make me wish i had a balloon
I could inflate and head straight for the moon
Spit take back of the line get behind us
Tap in stylus remind us 8 o'clock with the virus
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15. |
Javelin Toss
02:41
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Walking down the street late night with the worst high
Never underestimate the lines that are curved right
Everyone investigated lying about a birthright
Get it off my chest a bit typing out a word pie
gonna eat shit straight to your safe place
Soup with a fly on a spoon in my database
Update the playlist bumping these 808’s
Ain’t no way i’m saving face sitting with these shady mates
Got a hole dug ready for a head in it
Jumped out a plane now he’s feeling all bed ridden
Looking magnificent dressed like a hoarder
RIP on his tombstone he couldn’t take orders
The game is wack knick knack Caddyshack
Gopher the low hanging fruit like a paddy wagon
Maniac trying to wash off the damage
Just another night throwing javelins
He trained every day for the task on his plate
Focus on the craft lifting up brain weights
Repping that repetition like he’s gotta represent
Disconnected from the rest even when he’s feeling blessed
The rest never comes soon enough rumors bluff
Ruined luck bruised up from being the elusive one
Mr do or die suiting up hungry
Like a broke iron man stunting for the country
It’s all lovely on the day he got the call
It was time to ship out done waiting on y’all
Isolation on the pilot ship was
A fucking cake walk he was made for the rush
When it’s time to find a planet who they gonna send
How the fuck you think you gonna handle the descent?
About to fall asleep for twenty years are we there yet
Creeping where no ones ever crept
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16. |
Free Dumb
02:43
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Setting up the stage for the main event
Greatly resent how the day is kept
Haven’t left the house in over three months
feeling burned out like when acid reflux
Believers need Jesus and me I need patience
To get through the day while these retards break shit
Trying to book a ticket to the space station
Relay the signal back to this great nation
People asking will it ever get back on track?
Pissing in the wind trying to decorate the habitat
Getting factories attacked, hacked back to back
Nobody looking good like a bunch of cataracts
Fat cats walking laps still getting fatter
While the chatter spreads faster mind over matter
Pattern seeking patterns till the whole thing shatters
And we’re left in this world just to man these disasters
Quarantine kids fresh out of lock down
Looking for a map find a way to the lost trail
Fuck a job fresh new boss smell
Hunting down anything that’s looking too hostile
Filling up bowls with a bunch of copy pasta
Naughty coppers sniffing out the hot sauce
Rowdy rompers popping off a lot of monsters
And if you don’t believe me empty out the roster
Cancel the concerts board up the windows
Hoarding the pintos sorry the wind blows
Bored with no income more incognito
Sore from the risk of storing libido
build up the store buy more with the free dough
Coming from a cat who’s never turned down free blow
And that’s the definition of the word freedom
Fuck all your rights till you need them
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