Shout out to greyhoof Probably rocking grey hooves Signing on the dotted line and lying just to make due Kick of the bucket, niggas who said fuck it Then regretted it later You were disgusted but in bed with them later How the saying go? Taking two to tango Hope we don't get tangled. Where did all the pain go? And you numb, looking dumb. Whole lotta faces saying to love but where they from? Up above or from thereof A summon from a another summit huh Drumming with thumbs, waiting for that innocence to come But dwindling in businesses got innocence to run You ain't got any sense you dumb And you getting really giddy like its any bet you won

[Verse] Never the rubber stamper kid Getcha wrong-did-honest from other camps in the biz I'm off to the disco I'd only break a promise if it's ditto Quit lacking yuh sense, get on this shit though The safe word is Tell me, what safety? Enough of the crazy, love and a baby? Born in a shit hole Torturous pickle, sworn in to tickle Surface of world hoard and be little I'm not a teacher, not a Not adhesive, not a preacher Not a feeder, not a And you can see, there's no glue holding me I'm just as broken as they can be So get it through your noodle Give it til you doodle, oodles and oodles There's no magic answer Until tragic banter, held for ransom [Chorus] You rock, you roll You're in control You know, just how, the game is done You rock, you roll You're in control You know, just how, the game is done

[Verse 1] Who you calling cootie queen, lint licker Sprint quicker, balling duty got the gents chipper Sift ember, speed lead yuh eat dust, sipper It's bleed from the fleet schmuck's dinner Seeking advice from where the sun don't shine, no more Chime of war, time galore, bee and lice intertwining for Braulidae, who is thy without pests to pry Eating niggas seed to steed, from fleas to even me To real Gs, leave you hanging like a set of keys All suck and no punch, Dyson not a Tyson I'm only wifing chicks who take my name with a hyphen Am I the bad guy? Celeb stati Dart of a cat eye, sharp of the cacti To poke you, rope you, soak you, hope you In every bad situation you can roam to [Chorus] We're in, we're in orbit We're in, we're in orbit [Verse 2] Twigs with no shit to give in the litter box Quip then so quick to mimic sitting cinder block Change in a minute watch, range like the sickest Don Van Vliet, can seat rap kings and breathe happily I did not piss your pants, you did it yourself Snake skin this and that, a Wiccan's wealth You're in drip pan, that your chicken hell Get some help, lurking the shrink's Sigmund shelf Perma horns like bowling gloves for the both of us Heard yuh for trust over showing thrust Toward a sword blow and thus, throwing us lunge rightfully runs Gore from cutting up lunch, trifling ones Browsed bowel colored pair, brown from the hair down Tailored wear found clowns frowning on the fairground You can stare at the drip, hair flip and pear hips Flare like a terrorist preparing to tear shit

[Verse 1] Dose of both some wine and a Clozapine shown with no sell They wrote the show so my lines were: "read quotes from slow snails" A silence in the night, in hindsight Mind your business like American minister Reverend Ike Electropop producers afraid to do with the use of acoustics Felt the heart stop to restriction inducing music And I don't care what you have to say Baby, I don't care what you have to say (Ayo) You're sure gonna listen with the mic in my hand, man This is a given with the mightiest plan Tiniest jam can lead to the biggest of problems This is a homage to deeds causing diminishing wallets And you've learned to expect a fixer upper Concerned but respect this wicked sucker The social climate of a robo life The social climate of a robo life [Chorus] (Hit the binary) A trifecta, time lecture They meet us they greet us they freed us A trifecta, time lecture They meet us they greet us they freed us [Verse 2] Then they took us for money Tuchus for honey while we're runny nosing Dummy hoping they file us, under something growing On going life pile, go on with your lifestyle Right now, pipe down, cyborg with a tight round Subtle, one thousand gigabytes of snuffle Programmed sound every minute snow is being shoveled They're training on inner thoughts Pain of a rent-a-cop in pig scented lots They're sending their menace thoughts And I'm tryna get out of the city without them catching me Not a casualty, looking casually Scrappily, kicking aluminum ass Two minute thrash then I threw him with trash Tune of a clash, metallic street orchestra Steel sheet torturer, they eat corpora 'Course I would, beat a robot he's just hardware Gimme those parts, I use them as an armchair We knee-deep seeping in evil, verses are lethal Top-dress, crop-dust, versus a weevil Meal, Ready-to-Eat, like in service Leave you blocked up, locked shut, steady and nervous Waste of space poon, meteors and art met Couch made of moon, selenian armrest Did that junkyard just bite me? Just maybe Why would it try that? Must be crazy [Outro] Must be crazy (Must be crazy, huh) Yo yo hold up, is this dude even rapping words anymore? What the fuck is this shit? (Robots got him man, robots)

Wake the fuck up you 'posed to meet me on time Never met a bright methhead they all miss speed of light Reap the night Reeve-Elise try to treat you right E, we did at least meet? Not quite You can catch me soaring to corporate levels Where cliques wanna whore me or put scores on several Hellish things to succeed If we're under the heavens, where else could hell even be? Tons of spots for foul playing Not unlike, one hundred and one dalmatian Lawmakers lawbreakers riding the same coattails Sniff this through your coke nails For you're a vision, the queen of the now You make the closest of friends turn to hate, become wild The things that you do, they even kill for you They even steal for you for a haunt that's untrue You're preaching to the choir Speaking to the hired gun Tryna run recent fires not final iron lungs Fights to buy for fun, item hunt, private funds (Every little piece of it now) I want one Faker than making bands with Rick Baker's hands Say you're glad taking grands in a naked stance While drinking lemonade thinking how much the minutes made Go-getting paid, no giving aid Wish I listened when you would lay me with the stuff But back then I did too much gaming with my tongue A known pull, you'll fool no one but the old school The sold rule, so don't throw, show it up, we told you

[Verse 1] I found a brand new esteem for the planet, how to cheat her Teacher meter between rags and bags, a centimeter Small heater, windows, not the DOS eater, tinted Seething foe bought without a credit limit Apologies if I settle blow steam next to my vintage De'Longhi kettle Stop your tremble, greed not up to speed, see you must get on my godly level Argumental. Shit, are you mental? I'm not ensured and I don't mean no dental Hard to learn when your mind is an old temple Trouble, I'm coming to learn it's on that double mon Cuddling with the humming birds, I sing for the Audobon Hopping on no bandwagons that's not what I modeled on Waddle on, yo pants sagging since Chingy last chart topping song Try barking long, go call your mom Know right from wrong, go pass your wife the bong Shit, life goes on [Verse 2] Rap music for the not stupid Can't use it if it's not grooving, next stop: muted Seek non sequitur bars like checks after hard work The decks and your swarm make the charm work Burnout drying now, bum role to a boaster Turn yourself around, that's some roller coaster Throw some shame like you mean it So those claims have them cleaning, tears from the face after weeping Drown in it for all I care, don't sit in my chair Goldilocks and the Three Bears Your mom won't always be there Who said life was fair? The knife cut down for a tear Right from wrong, life goes on Please to meet ya leave ya read them wrong Please them all, no you can't You can't do it

The whole thing was Faustian A baby with the devil, I had Couvade syndrome Maroon skin grown, my own spawn's a sin gnome Hell's been home, drank soup that's never been cold The month has no 32 like a MAC-11 do "Good in the sack" proved very true Slept through untouched man, a Mary Sue Negligence, rushing to marry groom The mail-order bride boom Enough proof that most love is to use you Wake up you crap boastive rude dude And discuss what grew your most chewed food You're better off coming off, whatever I won't repeat that You're better to keep that, your mother, your brother, another can see that I'm bringing the beat back The hellish of grooves and I'm hoping you peep that Stick to what's cherished to you not what's cherished in groups, like this here trick or treat rap Struck by succubus, I was fully aware She got Subutex to replace the heron in here Grande horizontale, I knew she was gone, well When to get high as hell she started pawning off her moll tail She's on the corner, then he saw her, then he bought her off The Ben Wa balls, anal beads, passed on Mardi Gras Hairy frotter and his half chubbed dick Scary father type with a chamber of secrets Blamed on the cheap dish, aimless and meatless Claimed this the weakness that paved her to beat this Gonk, kerb crawler, muttonmonger john upon her Strong hurting proper punch plunged upon the goner Fled the scene with some partial coverage like a brownout Bed was clean but the marshal hovering with the foul mouth Seething when they see thee, easy dreaming seizing, you deceiving Evil thing for feeding, thee believing, all you fiends misleading Honest to gosh you're vicious, always on a mission On and on officious They're coming they're running they're gunning they're wanting Their something something, something's bugging them Humpty Dumpty's done again, bumped his shell and dumped what's in All the king's horses, all the king's men

When all resources are gone They'll be forced to blow off, topple us small Take you, take you, no "please" no "thank you" Make or break you, wake of contage stew Easy this cheater deems treasonous Greed, do you think you can lead with this? They do, they do, they do, they do They do, they do, they do, they do Some are defending a lie Some are just ready to die

[Celestaphone] Backmask here track, red room rap in fact you Used a mirror for the tattoo and Thai bamboo "Mom" is a palindrome, balm for the tat is on That alone, battle zone skin and Dexpanthenol Lew' Carroll fell in Liddell's rabbit hole Who can tell, threw one hell of a rapping show Rock first in line, acrostic Like a hot crime flick stocked the box office Watch this Vision, rewinding like I'm really on a mission Vision, rewinding like I'm really on a mission Count crates like Roy's halftone polka dots So cold, now that boy rakes snow a lot So deep it's keepers finders Be kind rewind sir She keep Ambico or Kinyo behind her To weed out the fine, have a team o' one liners But she wont buy one like b-coin to a miner [Th' Mole] We’re transmitting from the pinnacle The tipping point, to document the opulent Clocks final tocks and ticks, the moment Between rocks and bricks flung at ones opponent Stoning, drowning, stake burning, unlearning Tensions mounting, fountains running out, we’re Swinging on the precipice singing on this edifice So ancestors or aliens can wrestle with what’s left of us Rewinding, pondering the findings Trying to divine some kind of reason rhyme or alignment with rational thought How they’ll marvel at the lies we bought, ties we sought to cut Trees we cut, bees we squashed, fights we fought Leading to the complex climax of the plot Worth a look with many lenses, empirical to spiritual To map the machinations of the tragicomic miracle [MC Paul Barman] Let’s take a station break God give me patience with creationists’ belief in nation states’ sanctity make septic tank from thee ancient lake Shake and bake Clever effervescent peasant Never pleasant to tyrants with violence ever-present Oh yeah! I almost forgot My soul ghost is caught between an ocean rock And the ones I hold closest to my heart When they vote against my kids, it’s tough not to hate old folks a lot I hope they choke on the gold ropes they bought Or o’dose on pot This is lost tape cosplay with DJ Doc on the crossfade Let’s go hunt some osprey Reminder: free minds are going to find my rhymes rewinders From office chair to hospice care It’s a short walk, we need lots of air You as beautiful inside as it is outside Let’s celebrate today as one when doubt died

[Verse] Careers take long to bang, ask Nina Hartley The fear placed dong, poontang, ass in compart pleas New life be sold it seems, peeking at the chart sheet You might be old if seen bleeding in the car seat Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg Heart throb or not, handout the cock at neutral spooning ground Yuh fought the law and asked it out and how it's doing now Yea not at all that bastard's pout is moving to a frown (Biting a flow, rhyming this hoe to make it mine I think you know, just how they try do it all the time) Yea so what? I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck Now I won't sell stolen Modigliani But those shelves of gold belts for yuh body, I'll get naughty The art of crate digging, a great system Get your great system and bump this great rhythm [Chorus] I got a long way cometh Coming to gold Push yuh out the way, find a break that holds

[Intro] Invent the whole, oh will god not shake it (They know, they know) My vented whole, lovely day (They know, they know) Invent the whole. Oh! [Verse] So for these phonies hope they all get bent Károlyi shit, the motives to rid most throwing a fit According to this, womb to room gloom Genie couldn't chew food and queued few new views Doomed to room rules Whatcha wanna know? Whatcha wanna see? We got it all stuffed in a stream Buffering things Y'all notice intel is free Something you see Hard to be a shut in with, nothing to sing Apart from a mere few decades ago Apart from a feared nonsecular home Apart from the heart of Rural Rhythm before Tennessee 1957 boomer, wrecked dependency

[Verse] You're the government's cheap cutie, you're meant to Torment who leap to intent to Decrypt all your long calls Secrets lead lovers quarrel Enlist the RISC-V, ditch the FISC-hive Them swimming in drives, big bit dives All bickering, maul pillage their thick rights Utah, make it law like hitchhike PPG for the voyeur scene fiend PSP ME leave your screen seen PGP, FDE You need defeat me [Outro] Ladies and gentlemen, all of the above Their silence speaks louder than words Their words are those of the intercepted Castrate government intelligence, that oxymoron Tools are gone, pestle-mortar for neutered pelvis get poured on Crush crush repeat Perverse surveillance, and you act in defeat? I've got two birthdays to celebrate on the 4th of October The FSF approves PureOS, Trisquel and Parabola You like freedom? Try libre- We're in the age of information, that cliche Yours is valuable, don't give it for free

[Verse 1] You've got to break some to make some Baby born in debris of road rage to bang up They need more you can see, need us to rank up I adore what I see, linger on its makeup Decade to be great at what don't come naturally The fate of things such as ass wiping, sanity Slow squeeze, on those treaties and offer peace Love those beaten up with ease We went alone in a fight only meant for a team If ten had shown up it'd be a definite dream I love those, I love the feeling The ceiling that brings you down like a call of worms The whole world drowning in fallen terms Put your head down and bob for apples, baby And just maybe [Verse 2] The thrills are steady, yuh gills are ready Let's talk about a million heavy I know your pocket builds are petty You sought to milk it plenty You've got to milk it plenty Been troubled up looking for double to bring So how it been huddled hugging a dumb human being Argue null basis like art with no bassist Know your place is thin brittle, I marvel this status Prinpriddle, tits with tail, far better places You just failed, barrel's bottom with the cogs and the racists Lawful just can't be a vet upon showing green Long for a ch-ch-ch-Chia pet, to grow on me And can't you see it that they flow 'pon sea From aloha reef, to Maine's Popham Beach In the nick of time Or, just a trick of mine For shore I'll swim tonight [Outro] Deal, no I'm not apart of it I don't kneel, kneel, kneel I can steal (and I don't kneel) Oh, I can steal (I never kneeled) Hello country of ours This beautiful land

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They bought em' off, burden threatened tools You gotta follow certain set of rules Ferret-legging at The Possum Drop Pair of egging brats made hot slop out the honest pop Lex terrae, the best share thy best bare hive Not a stare not a fight but a nest: For the shut eye, the bed buh-bye, testify How you put every foot to a rest Now we should scare the good to attest Howling at the moon different angles but the same breath Oh no, that's not how you do it Can't show the whole world now where you flew in Slow road, hop in the Buick (Vroom Vroom) Oh, and to the people who are driving Know that green means go not red lighting

[Verse 1] You know you're dying when a glass of water gets heavy Intense medley, go for crying in bed see Lacking their signs of health for self Oughta patent your own emotional jail cell Packed in the snail mail Here goes nothing you fail tale What the actual fuck? And any minute they will tell you Just how to feel the blues, and nothing else Not so, well now? On a whole new trip in a cold room Back in the old room, not so soon What they gained was fair, don't beat yourself up [Verse 2] I've been picked on by script kiddies with snipped titties Keen to get off to slit pretties and split kidneys And you say it's too soon to prove you're a loon Latter-day ingenue, those fooled, orbitude All this, it gets old as pulled from the tar pits Auction art, let those trampled form garbage Ain't your friend, I'm Osaint to yuh hen Left waiting instead, lead paint to yuh bread Almost dropped it all for the marriage lines Why? A pair of spines? My height won't spare the time And how would you do it? Without looking too stupid? [Chorus] A black jean jacket with patches of bands I still shill And the fact that I know how to kill, a geek that thinks he's scene It's all part of the big bill, how I'mma feel Sinking, you and me And all them want to know who gained the feet and ran with me And I just want to know who's blaming me [Verse 3] I gave the whole system, blaming the fame that you pissed them The trade stunk but you'd never list them I aimed for closure, layman's term for no boulder Laying on pavement blocking doors to the holster Goodness gracious, lord have mercy on your soul I hope you both go do-si-do So not a talentless mold But a man with just cold feet and army of sycophant gnomes Sickened to known, I should never given the loan And now I'm here in this bitch to moan Sending them all to be here Sending them all to be here, so I am not alone in fear The greatest pain of all, you feel yourself And damn near no one else Won't propel, won't propel 'Til I shove you back to hell [Chorus] A black jean jacket with patches of bands I still shill And the fact that I know how to kill, a geek that thinks he's scene It's all part of the big bill, how I'mma feel Sinking, you and me And all them want to know who gained the feet and ran with me And I just want to know who's blaming me

[Verse 1] Like a vampire biting Charlie Sheen's neck fat Or goth chicks with hardly clean pet bats, I'm just stressed that Spit game's a hassle like mono spin the bottle It's just awful when rap models become fossils Skin that's got mo' dips than Connecticut potholes Thin brats not close to menopausal, puberty models Soon to be top of all tom foolery sought out By you hip hop fans that will usually fondle That raw ish as long its done with puppy paw prints In the ball pit youngin wont duck yuh calls yet Take in this beat in the heat and it's guaranteed Making your feet dance routine do a scary thing Deranged claim to fame, bangarang The name was chained to frame Hard to maintain and look the same Hard to maintain and book the same [Verse 2] Rap game do like youth and a rebel too And hates repeats like (like) an echo do Bout to get a pebble soon Metal spoons to shovel food In faces, in places were muffles glued if unaided That's great you innovated but really kept us waiting KRS said he's considered a 33rd degree And just fed murder tree, Cerbera hurting thee- Hip hop, long gone from gospel, not an apostle Don't got those, that show got caulked at the tonsils Shut 'em up, go grab the records, cut 'em up Nothing but dope crap busting decks for loving us If shit's not clicking, no WoW farming grinding Then time gets ticking, no Howard and Eilish Hip hop lost its stomp, gunshot to the trot And whatnot, rough lot done bought buckshot Aim for the prickle needle styling and grooving sound Shame you're so fickle, we will find means to do it now From homeless, lice on bald fools, dice with Azul To domme school chock-full of Islam rule, not cock tools