1. |
Erfurt Latrine
03:04
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Erfurt latrine, y'all murderous turds in pee
Old like Barbarossa barfed up third cuisine
I'm in Barbados or the Grenadines
Paying no dime for a break, pirates of the Caribbean
Shout out the Bay the Zachary's was schmackin
Listening to Mac Dre in the Maybach backend
I don't smoke or drive but we rip riding
You look like you spoke a lie or got the grip hiding
Get right in
With each new ride crush the old best-of
Mahmoud Sharawi chew, Polar Extra
And I went on to do it cool, you're liable to do it too
I promise what you're going through is audible with poems true
Yea thank you later, I'll thank you all
Made your whole law just to save your jaw
And all all along it's flawed, just wrong
I know they'll robe a post with their vaudeville picture
G-men know not to throw a cent, too sick to really pitch in
I gotta load to throw the monkey wrench in:
"Hardcore nihilist
Difference between me and homicidist is I prefer art before violence"
While bony musicians still fidget for a chart or a signing
Every young butt's fart going diamond
I hope you like playing roulette with data sets and snippets
Fit in that ambient Tourette tics, Ambiens and whippits
It's a mountain to quit living
New ground, who bound to blam it any minute
Hill to die on, pie in the face
Price of slow pace shilling a gimmick tide in
Riddled with too much pride and
Hindered yuh relevance hitting a pedal quick
"I don't wanna go forward
I'm supposed to set a trend, redeeming them is torture
I mean what's the point toward?
Making tunes or deploying annoyance?"
Tape proves the noise is multiple voices
Your pain is not new, some old mutineer coined it
Subscribing to nothing is still a subscription
Your edgelordisms not the gotcha you envisioned
Cowboy, wind-blowing, ciggy in hand
Inventive virility, machining some inner man
End self if sham turned malevolent plan
The innocent shan't stand victim to your demand
I hate the aggression, debate triggering content
Loose Friends played with language, no one asked for the context
Got used to explaining humor behind closed doors
But only when the confusion introduced the discourse
Feel no shame in what I do, releasing what I have
To think separate speech, salesmanship is where it's sad
Bitten hard on bullet getting marketing of music
The darn bark influence, the artists hardly do it
The key is always knowing or being the socialite
Hardly what you're showing if goal is for dough & the light
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2. |
Jettatura
02:26
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The plot thickens, it's not fillers, the bar risen
Plain militia I figured them was on vision
It's gonna take more than Delphi for the fortune told
Or the oracle, divine get your orb and go
Your own media corp, your own telephone call
Your own helluva tall list of hats to put on
It's the product of the voice and the market of talk
Private discuss as much a target as broadcasted one
To them you look like Den Nix did the cover
sending text in Pidgin end to end over summers
They pit the lifers 'gainst the new, young against the old
Make a fighter out of you while they break out a bone
Booth with her, Sue Trinder a poon hitcher
Picture my itcher guy soon to hit the womb enter
Assume your fleet'll have a cool winter
But when the heat fills rooms you'll feel cálida 'nough for pool centers
I might be a goner, might be a sinner
Might be a hungry sick side with in yuh
I wanna feed my dome right, dome right
I wanna feed my dome right, dome right
Uh, late strange call from the industry
Jettatura boss, you're the enemy
Jettatura boss, you're the enemy
I told 'em jettatura boss, you're the enemy
Karl the Fog wants his job back in San Francisco
Charting raw gusts for all y'all tabbed into his show
Now it's you in your drawers at a silly desk
Giving Scrivener a theory till you're a bleary mess
Git suppository, shove the website up your butt
In this horror story they deify intelligence
Papers akin GNU for R Stallman: unfenced values
Haters invented pseudo-Aristotelian sex manuals
Treating the people like an enemy that needs surveillance
With each breed that leads we've seen a pagan
The low hum, a long life, the selfish come
We're so dumb we toss light for elfish tongue
Platysaurus intermedius, Genesis flood
With fat thesauruses we immediately capped our love
Simply defeated, we feeded and jacked off a bug
Our data is that of the advanced's lacking cum
I might be a goner, might be a sinner
Might be a hungry sick side with in yuh
I wanna feed my dome right, dome right
I wanna feed my dome right, dome right
Uh, late strange call from the industry
Jettatura boss, you're the enemy
Jettatura boss, you're the enemy
I told 'em jettatura boss, you're the enemy
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3. |
Small World
03:05
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Divinity does not need to mean omnipotence
There's power in operation, its flaws, and me living it
I wouldn't put a face to god, god don't need the features
Imagine you looked at a tree just the way you look at your penis
I believe in a soul, things are connected
Why we keep moving the goal, leaving the message?
I know where the Central Park Karen fled to, I'm on the same island
Don't look for a Celestaphone in California you won't find them
And when yuh get nuked I’ll push the publish button during the silence
Pantheism, the unfilled Mad Libs of religion
I had one degree separation with mass killers, Big Floyd pounding a Kim
Small world
I was Royal double 0 apostrophe slash card sharking Lebron
What they shoulda aired before Forever was Navy's "Nearer My God"
Do you work here or are you just loitering?
Toy is to toying me
You will never employ me
Stop being a freaking dork you'll do fine in this world of nepotists
Your boomer parents' parents read Seduction of the Innocent
Just to watch their grandson become the next lolcow victim in:
Small world
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4. |
Day
02:02
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5. |
AM PM
03:25
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My 3C 4A knots give the greasy pore a clot
Keep your Nizoral box, MCT or yuh boy'll rot
For Seb-derm pressure done boiled the shot
I keep a shaggy man's clipper
We shave strands like Lavry Savitr
It's the dandruff's Fast of Esther
Drought Cali weather keep scalp doused here like Saudi emperor
Barrels and barrels amounts of skin care
The cost on the balance is sin-near
Phloretin CF, you'd thought Amaterasu had actually been here
Sun on the face, burnt at the steak
Hope it don't break me out
I keep it later for a later date, uh
I keep it later for a later date, uh
And I still need a good shampoo
Kill this illness that fills my floof
Got that Bateman AM, lay it through
Demon PM, lay it through
No pelt holy grail when you're wholly frail
Oh well, oh well
AM PM, AM PM, AM PM
AM PM, AM PM, AM PM
And then it was night
Gosh darn gluten is booting all kinds of stupid stuff
Gotta take a look, gotta go bald like a Buddhist monk
Can't keep the Rastafarian cheese it seems
These parties of dermatitis feast in ease
I'm the target, it flees from wheat onto me
Of all the genes, which part is responsible, please?
The breeded hardware freeze for one horrible sneeze
What a horrible thing
I could blame corporate for these
Their art's less culinary, more profit nth degree
Bread rise, Esperanza, re-up on conchas
This is a pest right? La Cucaracha
White dust like running hard
Not a sports streaker turned on
Scruff do a bump of the stuff, hurt on
Like, uh it been a month, it's still rough huh?
Third times a charm I've had enough, lay on
Oh brother, brother, oooh
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6. |
Roof
01:09
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Roof rack voyage on Caprice like Seamus
Speak meaningless Voynichese for the medias
The campaign is Carlos Danger, artwork insaner
Kept geriatrics casting other names on their paper
Birth of my son was first of April
If I pot my cue playing eight-ball I'll start singing Mavis Staples
Rules of play, no dead pools hurting my cable
Cranemakers, "whisper to him/her through my navel"
Raise y'all nincompoop littles
Patriarch, Stu Pickles
Baby make a mark that's not poo poo or spittles
Goo goos and giggles, who's who in Whoville
Blue's given scribbles, no true tooth just drivel
DHX the set, the label Drumhex
My shit is drumful, don’t call it drumless
Dumbs get upset, dumps on the net
I swear you the one I want to hunt next
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7. |
Tops Turvy
02:41
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Cali
West coast
West coast rider music
G shit
For the Gs only motherfucker
This the part where we dust yuh
You mark buster
Hauling out the narks to my thugsters
Nerdy got turnt tops turvy over lunch fund
You heard me? You're not dirty in the function
Get the fuck back, I mean right back
The whole fucking crew know we did it like that
But who's who? (Who's who?) I said who's who?
When figuring the stack I didn't get to know you
Apart from them living in enigma man
The lot keeping never written secrets, fam
I bought every god given inch of land
I sought every god mentioned in this land
There's no consensus, there's only belief
Every book a reboot, a bad show in brief
The core tracks went Derinkuyu
Dvorak writ packs read in frat lairs to fool you
Floaters in each eye, the film grain of the simulation
I'll never take seriously litigation
I only see pride from old guys with spiritual limitations
You'll never be cleared of imitation
The angel in my phone look like Tania Raymonde
The other one, Katerina Tannenbaum, praise god
Praise allah, praise yuh mom
Praise Gojira star on Walk of Fame boulevard
That's proof enough to I that masochism's running the pub
Or the fact that you're on Fetlife asking for munches and subs
Proving booty call's not a synonym for butt dial
One thing doing numbers is pummeling leather chump hires
Kink shamer, Speed Racer
Singing "My Way" in the Philippines with cheap chainmailer
Tell Kidada Jones "Get dada on the phone"
So I can rip Bad and Dirty Diana up with poems
Marion Stokes for daring rhymes, folks
Freaky, like accidentally liking a post
Heart in my mouth for when they get to tripping
They couldn't hit a fucking elephant at this distance
They're Ed, Edd n Eddy with the twitching
The new goth is gangstalk schizophrenic
Big brother watch and past K-12 they won't just simply give you some Ritalin
Wait until your varnish gone
They'll get your temple straight as The Parthenon
Not at all, screwball
Fuck it
That's all
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8. |
NEET Daughter
02:54
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I'd say it's been a pretty good run despite the hard work never done
I'm proud of where you've come from and I bow creation
The values that I gave yuh seeping out from page one
I vow not to evaluate till you say come
See it through till vehicles no longer pumping Earth for slaughter
Ring me boo when people stop being strategical for martyr
Or think of youth not greed for loot tedious every offer
Your sequence proved needing deities don't reap an author
To new crews, prosocial owns no golden standard
Your answer is your answer, don't mold young through exaction
The coat of arms is not so severe
I thought form in courting was genteel
The group's suicide don't mean you're dead on arrival
You confusing empathy with mimicry, heads on a bible
Accept these people died and try to fathom their pain
And if you had to mine their game, you can still stay alive, sane
And rock a lone lane
Partially pardon me for knocking on the door mane
Partially pardon me regarding 'pon an old day
But part of me bothered you never thought to show face
I come to you, you acting like you haven't a clue
Asking a who, taciturn, my baggage you shoo
Practically dude burned unmatched magic at school
I'm managing to yearn through the tabs of my youth
Give it a rest
Okay, see me when you want to see me
You won't learn sociability off of TV
I had to learn that by complete accident
And if you have no will you'll stay trapped in fantasti-vent
(You know that's not going on)
Stay cagey lady, and to the parents who raised thee
who you told oh you're so worried about me
I've got more personality than your NEET daughter
Shut up, shut up! I'm not trying to flim-flam you
You act like, oh okay
You act like this is the Trojan horse right?
Come on
I mean it's only been a decade
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[Defcee]
Super humble and hella nice
Raps so dope fans slam 'em till their body map’s an injection site
Double-check the Jesus piece, make sure my resemblance right
Vengeful like, “You shoulda never called me a fatass Kelly Price!” (Catfish bars)
According to drug tests, he’s been pregnant twice
His gut’s held more balloons than ballrooms on election night
Six-six-and a half— I’m the devil’s height (Boo)
My teeth looking like the picket line on a dental strike
What do we want? Braces! When do we want em? Not now!
Screwed up the last show so I carjacked Doc Brown
Heard their kingpin raps, and then flatulent stock sounds (Why?)
They once dropped thirty dimes in the same night, Scott Skiles
Paid in Full-era Noreaga, you stay cool how you be cool
We’re gonna keep that on the low. You ain’t see me. I ain’t see you (Water)
Keep actin over the top, and we won’t bring you back for the sequel
Like Samuel L. Jackson in Deep Blue Sea 2
[Celestaphone]
Eve's Bayou, Baton Rouge, battling deep roots
Deep sleep lagoon, catching cats in they sleep too
Read group text to gather, Louisiana
The channel shoal, snack and gnaw, the battle call
Fish'll strike your dental like tongue pronouncing menthol
Get all bent out of shape, but nice mental
Cajun on that, plate of our land
Never seen a plate go cold on our land
Aw man, now that's hard rap
Grabbed a track from the back, the belts colored black
Said "dabble with that"
Almanac ain't drafting the stats to rat that attack
Bold rapper, soul jacker, know you batting with smack
No holding back, whole juug bud, it's unequivocal
Some da'best punching in on the muhtrucking digital
Leave you unfixable! Epiphone SG with the Lambda
I let the strings speak, never a word again
[R.A.P. Ferreira]
Clog at the pharmacy drive-thru
Alarmists in aisle two
I'm looking under the hood
It’s too true to be good
A shortage of electricians and introspecting
has led these people to question blessings
Granted I'm a heckler spectating
Who only yesterday broke a fine glass hesitating
The culture of influencers has ruined us
Muhfuckas is followers 'n' clicks
When you say it like that it's not a real big shift
Zig zag zig, defensive patterns
ruby yacht investors are buying shares in ladders
Chutes for daggers, looseleaf snoops and goofy swagger
Mired in reality by salary
People who only know their self casually
Algorithms automating ultimatums
Crushed pocketful of Takis for later
Prenatal post office partum post nasal autumn drip
Malignant riff
My thoughts lift thru holes in ozone to glittering stars past planes of parallels
Brother Mouzone’s library card served me very well
The bodyrock is a temple
The coddiwomple continued
Nary a dry eye in the venue
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10. |
Mantindane
02:44
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Eternal inflation, fractal cosmology
You serving sotanghon with some fries at the Jollibee
Either we hyper realists or euhemerists
While elites name a feast a set of siamese fetuses
We gon' get it how it comes in the hood
They laced it good
But we really ain't as dumb as we look
We named afoot
Mantindane my sangoma say, also known as Roswell Grey
Dolphin skin, elongated brain
Long way from wars over etymology
Silence that tore like katana swing
You'd end up just like a worker ant
You try ad blocking in a virtual land
Up hurdle with unpurgeable brands
You got a lot of nerve but yuh work on RAM
Man oh man
That's fire, droid for hire, say hello to the Mayans
Time warping I buy it, lifeform, impeccable science
I'm mindful identified flying
I was outta town anyway
On the sun to be informed, and the moon
I'll put it this way
Oh say ah, say ah
Boy we looking safe, Goldie Lookin Chain, brodie with the bass
In space, floating with the wave
Word carry the very absurd
Till it come on that day I can't find a place of concern
Tree of knowledge of good and evil
Jim Carrey, Terryology
Derrière entangled quantumly, no apology
Man gets screwed, goes to hack the whole galactic zoo
A growing math for school, just throw the whole book at the stew
Fuck a Raëlian Pleiadian alien aryan neo-Nazi
Quit saying the face of one sapient is near or godly
That's just more Mormonism
No porn and no score of wisdom
Mind over matter, divine holds infinite banter
Cultureless progression's a facade
There'll always be slaves to a cabal
And nah not one of us owns it all
Simoleon fast forward on
Crosstalking beyond, no Integratron
I was outta town anyway
On the sun to be informed, and the moon
I'll put it this way
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11. |
Nay
02:35
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12. |
Paintings of Panspermia
02:11
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Einstein disproven, epistemological anarchism spawned
All theories can be wrong, so show me phenomenon
Entertainment matrix, you pay to be the greatest
Businesses are just slave ships, pick a suit to get raped in
Long haul megalomania, you can't name half of who you're paying huh
What you doing when your fame is up?
What you doing when your fame is up?
You'll keep doing what you claimed you love?
Keep doing what you claimed you love!
Wnt signaling pathways, regenerative medicines
Biotherapeutic biopharmaceutical investments
Basal ganglia epileptics, lizard brain skeptics
I heard some aspies don't like poetry 'cause it's often not logical
Maybe you're no aspie, just up your own ass cheeks
On a path to becoming telepaths and eunuchs
The next mash will be confused enough to do it
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13. |
They All Con It
02:38
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My homie this is art, I don't play sports
Not even a place for it
Over 21 like the heart weight in that racehorse
Big Red, in a sec
Get bent setting bets
They play competitive
T dohrnii, you'd be boring me I've seen it all
Moss piglet soul, mosh pit in all
I paint muhfucka I don't ball
Come on come on
It's like BZFlag against your greasy dad
He be mad, key slamming PC mash
Please bash all the post-blingbling rap
Need new swing, not a Ringling trapeze act
Supercrappynation, all strings exposed
This Land Is Your Land: anti-fatigue mat door
Let go, let your magazine show
That's Teen Vogue peeking out The Three-Day Blow
I froze— to peek at the floor
For what reas' though? Only Jacqueline knows
Back bone, like Magdalene bestowed
A cat that can lean on any Epstein sculpt
They all con it
And I really don't need it
And I really don't want it
Keep fixing it
Honey
They all con it
And in the wake of their morals or turmoils montages
They'll say "I gotta be honest I was wrong to infer transferable pocket"
Any hippy will get busy flipping you chitties thinking the gimme gimme really nifty six-feet in the chili
Any debt beyond the death you really got be kidding
In the end the honest bet is that'd be really silly
I thought it was love, I paid with my life
I thought it was love, I paid with my life
Point game endeavors
You can go away with weapons
Just enjoy mane whatever
I got a law in a loft where that's all lame in message
And it can't change the message, like:
We shine, deny any emcee vie or D-ride
Competition beehives, all that shit is pea-mind
Only scraps I want is all my junk knee high
And keep out the geek guys who try to compete rhymes
I thought it was love, I paid with my life
I thought it was love, I paid with my life
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14. |
Chitauri Chip
02:41
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BABIES
10.06.22-01.25.23
mcpb
The more babies, the better
I can’t wait to have a grandson /
Then again as far as babies, I am one /
Babies are the best, check out their big cheeks /
I love how they progress, six months or six weeks /
I dig babies more than I love to dig for beats /
OMGeez look at em crawl away on thick knees /
Haha learning to stand up in tiny cowboy boots /
Wow boy that’s cute / listen to his owl toy hoot /
Still got lanugo all over his body /
Five rolls on each arm, blobby to the max /
obsessed with babies, how could one not be? /
Obvi won’t make fun of you if you fall asleep and drool a little / That would be a hypocritical, considering their pool of spittle /
Mixed feelings /
Tricks dealing with seeming conflicts /
A strong mix of inner kids revealing convicts /
A dominant identity picks the meaning /
But you're a wealth of selves /
One self is twelve /
Eyes sting /
Try singing /
Another inner kid's screaming /
The dam burst /
You're sixteen again /
Make eye contact and repeat back gibberish /
Parents tend to pretend they’re bigger fish /
than little kids just because inside they denied an inner wish /
Adults are a snooze / battled, bruised and scarred, easily rattled by the news /
Give me a toddler any day, I’m not scared to change a diaper / That’s right sir / I don’t care if you leaked it on your high chair / Compared to dealing with fuddy-duddies your deadly crud is nicer /
Babies take what they need and it’s not no IOU /
Cry on cue / Why won’t you? / To blow minds, show what pine cone do / Adults are like, “Ew, an iPhone 2?” /
Adults blow chunks / Slow punks spread more bile than grown skunks /
They can dish it out but they can’t take it out / Get off lucky if I merely break they snout / All their false bravado is see through is naked doubt /
Did you know eyeballs came from the front of your spine when you’re developing? / You’re younger than I am but none of us are dyin / If you’re listening, you’re all one-of-a-kind sons of mine / And daughters too / A gentle nudge in life as on a swing set / so ya learn new thing ya not do-ING yet / Return to Earth with a spring in ya step /
I love how babies ape me when i'm making crazy faces / I think you’ll a-gree I should do so til the age of 80 / Let’s stay free and get thru this century safely /
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