1. |
Welcome
02:04
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2. |
Easy Come, Easy Go
03:04
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[Verse 1]
She screaming like an octuple A battery
Just seen Munch at the gallery in an intimate feed
See you next weekend long as lung and neck sequence
Keep breathing so I won't deem you misleading
If there's one thing I learned from Wayne it was how to eat pussy
To think of him is not so sane when you're playing with cookie
Next day andale the homies tryna get Cane's
Headway the squad came we all eating today
Got the 3 Finger Combo you know I love me that sauce
Saw the she from before when I looked up across
With a new nigga now, not quick to frown
Maybe her brother's in town, don't want to smother her down
So I finished up ate the dinner up didn't interrupt
With a little luck then I hit her up with inner love
[Chorus]
(Easy come, easy go)
Easy come, easy go
Where the clock turns to the other side
Ready to go
It really doesn't matter, begging like a dog
[Verse 2]
Took a look in the fridge I'm checking the milk she treating it like some fine wine
Don't need to see eye to eye but geez if that's not a sign
I don't wanna find what is, already not fine with this
The stigmas are piling, the witness not trifling
I'm okay with calling it quits right here and right now
Not a peep not a sound we can seek other towns
I'ma look up some flights tonight as long as the books are right
The last words I give to you toots are "take care" and "goodnight"
Is this fair or am I overreacting? (Are you laughing?)
No, but when I said run my gut started clapping
So I told the chick quick that I had to go
That last minute affection I was too sad to show
She took notice and told me she was breaking up
Breaking up? What? But you were supposed to be my little honey bunch
[Chorus]
(Easy come, easy go)
Easy come, easy go
Where the clock turns to the other side
Ready to go
It really doesn't matter, begging like a dog
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3. |
Pop
02:19
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[Verse 1]
Peace and love America, for you I have hysteria
My bruises colored wisteria, fresh wounds in visible areas
Masochist in nature, pacifist on paper, assalamualaikum
A Mule and forty acres is what they promised for our labour
Grand be the land of Coca-Cola and remote controllers
Teaching ad to ad a plan via psychomotor boners
Tanning from the beams of dozens of crimes between the lines
Coming to ban and muzzle those who team to pan the span of lies
One day you say too much and oh boy it's just your luck
You hear a pop
This man had worked for his country, it got to his head
His workplace exposed him to hazardous lead
But I wanna die in the scene of my family and peers
So if I die right here then I'll leave them in tears
Please mister please, will you please understand
Gretchen my youngest and Peter's the man
Owen's my brother and Kate is my wife
Poor uncle Charlie's lost eye from a knife
I can't forget my momma and my old man my pops
[Verse 2]
Give a shit back on it, touching gloves after corners
Bunch of love from the foreigners bringing hugs across the border
And as soon as I hear the bell we getting silly
The fight was plain sight not running around equipped in ghillie
It's funny momma taught no altercation, now I do it for compensation
Paid vacation all account of my banking, pugnacious
Concentrated on that real paper chasing
Kind that spit in your gourmet dish, even from your favorite waitress
And girl while you looking up all these scenes
Lets get you a pair of jeans, apart of the western dream
Like them red flare lilies we love the heat
Like bears to sheep you better flee
No sucking teeth don't stare at me
Commonly known as common sense and
Having to call to dead men ain't right for future tense man
After the match is over they look for the hand to hold
Rather it's up or down they still finna call you home
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4. |
Just for You
04:22
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[Intro]
I bleached my hair, just for you
My pants are tapered, I sharpen my shoes
[Verse 1]
Hard blow get so rare nose hair get combed bare
Add another stair feel the heart sharp like no air
Grasp up, lung like a gas pump, drunk from the brass cup
Couldn't win the gold got put up in a mass slump
Any sweeties wanna treat me, weak from knees to feeties
Wounds were kinda meaty, nurses shy to meet me
The Band-Aid was handmade it does sting like canned Raid
Made a hundred bands just from handling a brand's name
Did it all for you, barbecued a red kangaroo
Hear my point of view, the spew they try to misconstrue
Ask me, do I play the role that heffers cast me
Nasty, won't be known today for only backseat
Shotgun, cock one for the block son
Hit the pot once, cigs will make your teeth rot fun
Beat the snot outta snitches culture tatted on the wrist
The court ruled rap guilty on account of the assist
[Chorus]
Am I just another guy now?
(I need someone just like you)
Please, please show me that you need me girl
(Please tell me what I have to do)
[Verse 2]
Slip of the big lip, snap with their shit quick
Out of town clowns left rap with its wrists slit
Chicken, just made some room in the fryer
The desire I require hear the doom from the choir
Cue the newsroom while you caught up in a costume
Not groomed, fans do but news can't do
Without you well dressed looking like a swell mess
Foul breath booking shows without a care left
They want you in the hooks now, off of the books now
Look down, nose brown, shows bound to crooks now
How it looks so shiny before the John Hancock
Whining when you find me swarm to store mans stock
Sorry 'bout that one, it's starry from the back son
Reality shows it's far from a snack son
Morality, mortality, not in this business
I can do as I please without a live witness
[Chorus]
Am I just another guy now?
(I need someone just like you)
Please, please show me that you need me girl
(Please tell me what I have to do)
[Verse 3]
Caught with more 9s than Pitchfork gave 'Ye
Holidays pass away, they were designed that way
Not looking for coal whether Christmas or Halloween in the distance
You're not niche just mimicking tradition
Like Fritz & Mike, do the sex with your rivals wife
Highlights get typed if you like those survival fights
All these elders nod to young just to poke fun
Then go swelter in some fraud like Araya's mortgage mod run
Rome was not built in a day not even the Colosseum
Death was a sure guilt, I picked out the mausoleum
Ex girl called asking for a place to stay
I said there's plenty of fish out here in (Sheepshead Bay)
It ain't right to test me 'cause I wear no wigs
Your verbal wrestling makes me come quick like Miggs
Ribs got to spitting quit dicking chickens who are Wiccans
My guts say these types I'm picking are a given
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5. |
Draft
04:16
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[Intro]
(The draft)
Let love fly, fly tonight
Let love fly, fly tonight
Are you ready for the draft?
(No)
Think she's ready for the draft?
(Yes)
Think he's ready for the draft?
(Oh)
Are you ready for the draft?
[Verse 1]
Gave the chick a knick of the nicotine patches
She won't even think to leave, before she sleeps she'll think she's getting high off me
I'm wanting and wanting to get her dad to hire me
As far as I can see, I'm the best please like the chess piece my queen and I move diagonally
Any way, come straight head first fun rate into something somewhat of a dynasty
Coming up with it privately, eyeing me
You a fool if you think we do righteously
Running and gunning the innocent up and then fronting it up with a smile see
Working UN got me meeting up with Costa Rica
No if ands or buts for coconut on the pizza
Slice there, dice here, my peer on the right chair
My topic that they might steer put a coffin where they like prayer
No right-of-way for pedestrians, so here's a lesson
You're only messing, call it co-finessing
And I, wanted to send myself to please them
The reason why you melt is not to appease men
We driving? Throw me the keys then
At this point we need make up lessons like it's cosmo class
It was sex first, we desensed spurts, shall we call it crass
Come here and tell me what you're doing 'cause I asked
Counting up on the numbers, I'm loving the summer, the winter's a bummer
So what of my slumber I'm calling the plumber to get the old tub done and I hope it's a fun one
What? You already sound asleep
As if you was a parakeet just listen listen repeat
My brothers in arms, and I don't mean a hug
For every gun that you count expect a body
Hun, and I don't want to run let's get to dancing for fun
The army didn't say I'd be here with nobody
Light skin to dark skin, we'll all be coming over
Everybody imaginable like the band played bossa nova
We getting forced to kill 'cause our country wanted us to
But no torches in the air, it's innate, we wanted to
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6. |
Tin Foil Hat Rap
03:37
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[Verse 1]
Higher stakes than druggos eating gourmet
Or foreplay with stoner whores, of course it's your game
Road in with a horse to the meet-up thieves morse the source was freed up
Wish the course would speed up need a fort to put my feet up
Pins and needles, must have slept on my arm again, the bargains dead
Bust sweat from us alarming feds, it's hard bread
Enough to harm friends via whine to whine combat
Know you signed a contract, Gaia's earth did contact
She said you fucked up buddy that was dumb money
Like the drum thumping get your rhythm honey or shit wont be funny
Pissed this vision picked position of the victim
Like division in ism there's no missing the criticism
Out here trying to catch a solid buck as I give an honest fuck
Chick dished a novice cluck, kid chugged his first suck
Baby steps daily lately out here up in the trenches
The type that maybe, just maybe, paved my way to the benches
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
At the crime scene like Mickey Mouse, no finger prints
Pulled a quickie at the house, no lingering
Gold mingling, all twinkling, sold many gems
All sweaty men exploding with grins
Called the gal up 'bout winnings, quit pretending
You beginning, audition for the role still pending
No kidding, I'm here rethinking my whole game plan
Last was a lame plan of a no named man
I'm brand new baby, coming out clean
Gonna get fit lady, gonna get lean
The fuck you mean you was working for feds
Cause I swear last Tuesday we was sharing the bed
Speak of bugaboo, I'm seeing red and blue
Think on it now I knew I left a clue boo hoo
(Come out with your hands up sir
You're under arrest for giving us stress and armed robbery too)
[Chorus]
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7. |
Ghoul
04:02
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[Verse 1]
Tricky like post-op masturbation, flesh in the basement
Concealed with a fragrant, iffy smell almost blatant
Point me to pleasure perhaps I'm looking for Mothman
Bet you we get red eyes too with flash on the cam
Shout out to Liz and her distichia, it made you prettier
Twisting inside of yuh bitter twilights with Lydia
But them is violet colors, Conrad with violent summers
Rarer than green, both wont be seen, unlike a tundra
Like pasque my pack has a max of eight, basket or plate
We eat and not prate, does any need a casket of late?
These companies move knowing they have the right to fuck yuh
Like 2nd cousins don't look enough like yuh to have pastors stutter
Pass the butter, 'bout to spread that shit right on my toast
I mean to boast, global getting face, blown coast to coast
Shout out to Zorak, rest in peace Croker
Put down a floor mat for all petite piece smokers
A bitch so cold my nips got hard and froze
Peep machismo, never let you use me again like a gizmo
Time traveler give yuh the lick from the future
In twenty five years you'll be addicted to computer
Obama doing Perlman's Fallout 3 speech
Life of instant vegetation call it SpeedTree, IDV sees
Flawed like spawn penned from Todd Solondz palm, just into song
Writing shit to fit the single digit minute long
I know it's wrong, learnt from a parent, product of a narcissist
Talk about my schlong, make sure she staring, some catharsis shit
I don't write raps I spit hymns
Got the right map while y'all sitting on sins
Never quitting the pen, called in as Ben Dover
A gift to spit these gems, four leaf clover
Sure to look up cane coppers for a beat flexing
More than niggas name dropped Trump pre election
Peep the message, art imitates life
School forgot the lesson, did it follow, it just might
We ain't dumbing down clown do your research
The NSA will learn too with every keyword
Get to typing, they will siphon, every sign in, know you're hiding
Sweat and crying, way with splicing, deadly spying, show you're whining
Rhyming made me an open book, that's my confession
I ain't really shook if you scan me with your Epson
Or a Canon, this is crate dig jamming
All you niggas standing better break into some dancing
Social retardation ending up in product placement
How amazing, I'm guessing nerds are who really won the race then
You hiring? I just may cave in
Admiring her bust when the waist thin
Running up on her case then like the brave men trusting statesmen
And I enter the studio claiming it controlled area
No malaria, steady flow gets scarier
From another planet my brothers can understand it
I wonder what's on the canvas just making these mothers panic
A ton of yuh are just frantic, a hundred of us are manic
Judging us is not magic your judgement is just some static
Give me your dirty love, this is the dragon in your dreams
Bagging the machines because this smut we keeping clean
But is it what it seems, vanilla in the sheets
Squealer on the scenes, feeler of the feets
Main girl an aspie, hyperfocus on the nasty
Not savant but crafty, quick to open up with past things
I don't wanna hear about that shit that's long ago
Don't gotta fear getting skipped like trips to personal nirvana though
Pajama flow, snug fit on the beat
Oh please, didn't have to blow six fig on a lease
With these hacks I used to OD on the BS, now I'm macking
No more BS OD, those jokes own my own spleen
Racking dough at the scene, attack a show with a gleam
Weed deeds, Olivia Munn, these bums bleed chameleon blood
Come gimme a hug, the only breed not stealing a buzz, dealing with fuzz
Turn in your application, we all were burned in with lactation
Resume, will it pay before I'm killed from my jactation?
Twitching, ditching the kitchen, looking like a ghoul
You think your shit's not kicking? Try having no more stool
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8. |
Poets Club
04:05
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[Verse 1]
(Uh) 'Cause yuh asked for it
Hauling ass for it, hoeing yuh back scoring
But them shots is hard, each wall bars and guards
Pulling on the arm that taught them playing cards
Free cell 'cause well I done played their game
Patience obtained while waiting sane
And I came out having nothing to say, the same
Right now in a better place, room of friendly face
Tight space allowed many race convey pain today
Hang dismay, sway betray
Slanging, banging the cane brought from gangs in ways
The idea and the gain, poets club the same train
You know this grub we eat it the same way
They grouped you to shoot, we teach please shoot your words
Word of encouragement, heard you was lurking for nourishment
(Motherfucker)
[Verse 2]
Trapeze, string to string pulling at ease
Reverse marionette, I move my own arm I bet
Prove to whom bared with our set
None other than the youth who don't really care as of yet
Though not always the case, always late
Sure, but she walk through the hallway, grateful Kate
Nasal trait she spoke vocals labeled fatal, slake
Just her make, the kind to rumble, quake
Beautiful I thank, be kind polite, I've got new lines tonight
I've watched Kate write but could not read from sight
Scribbles present, magenta notebooks
At least when she spoke it was so good
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9. |
Cave
03:02
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10. |
Never Ending Gig
03:31
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[Verse 1]
West Caldwell ’94 kicking, Dawn: a tall twelve
Test, which clique to sit in? I’m sure they all smell
Nine bores it’s all hell, my lore fits i-n-g on all tell
Sight to see when brawl swell
And as soon as I get to fit in I’m the bucket that you shit in
Fucked enough to give in and let you look from a distance
Hooked on the menace, dilemmas, the premise
Theft me of your presence once you shook off like a blemish
Touch that in a minute, for now I mention our detention
Compliments, she sent us, Mrs Grissom when I mention
You cheating off my test and, your seating gave you this win
After school impeachment for my dignity’s in question
Hundred word essay that’s dreaded in the best way
Classmates that stagnate, the blessings of a test day
My brother and his bandmates that never had it that way
A mother and a sister who isn’t even past eight
[Chorus]
The way I is
Like it or not Missy
It’s just the way I is
The way I is
Like it or not Mark
It’s just the way I is
It’s funny I’m running my lane like it’s sane
No money no funding no dollar no shame
It’s looking like a never ending gig
It’s looking like I’m never spending big
[Verse 2]
So I booked the chicken scrawl to class
Sawed my sisters doll in half, whole lotta sass
With these counselors pouncing yuh announcing that they’re doubting yuh
Kinda easy just believe me getting drowsy off the sound of yuh
Bro’s new lead singer: one horny man
Wore aloha on pants, swingers juniors and grads
Told his singing was flat, that nearly broke up the band
They noticed Steve was a brat, I cheered him most handsome man
Didn’t matter to him when he grabbed a ten as I prattled and grinned
Saddling in, piano seduction, I’m channeled to win
Heard through the grape vine that you come hither your girls
Wouldn’t complain that you was a late mind to run my shower of pearls
Suppose it goes to show I’m stuck with who I know
Those I can’t dispose, still I strut alone
I toyed with their feelings these boys that I’m dealing-
With, some appealing, this heart I ploy stealing
Sucking it up within the Special People’s Club my love if you know what’s up
And daft mom and dad don’t want it up in the back, a cup of that tough luck
It’s roughen up, rocking top it’s muffin in the tights everything gets stuffed in
Side to side, let alone when I’m at home I get phoned from this thug when
I don’t really want to be bugged at all, can’t stop giving attention, not all
I fall, I fall, I fall, I fall, I fall
I’m broke with balls all through my virgin walls (walls?)
Not today it seems, I was spared by custodians who walked into the scene
[Chorus]
The way I is
Like it or not Missy
It’s just the way I is
The way I is
Like it or not Mark
It’s just the way I is
It’s funny I’m running my lane like it’s sane
No money no funding no dollar no shame
It’s looking like a never ending gig
It’s looking like I’m never spending big
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11. |
Illusion
02:13
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