1. |
Don't Flip Yer Canoe
02:40
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Bom Shiva
start it off hot like I got a fever
what is this crap, dad? and how did he do that?
battery stew pooed, and threw it at me too
It's cool to trip dude, but don't flip your canoe
it's what made you go hella broke
listen to stars glisten on my radio telescope
on my cable mini-series
streaming supernatural mysteries
rap, rap,rap
I'm special, I'm a vegetable
I'm Chemical X when i get my rock on
you can call me dot-com
cause my rhymes are tighter than that web that you're stuck on
It's almost like the hiccups the way I kinda spit up the shit you wanna pick up
pot stickers stuck together bought from the food truck
moving up dude
lighten up, look for ways to improve the mood.
Mr. Producer:
We take trips in hopes of flipping the scripts,
and then we take scraps, and turn them into actual raps
ripping tube, tape it, add some nasty old claps
Bounce it, hear it through your sound system blast
you got blasted off the jizzoint when I passed it
and this track gives you goosebumps like the last did
what else to do when the weed-woman jangles
watch y head open wider than any angles
goofy gaffs give way to truth in laughter
it's a faster way to be your own master
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2. |
Lightening Consciousness
01:13
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And y'know at first I was afraid it was going to sound bad, but we gathered up herbs and ingredients when we went out back, brought it back to the lab, put it on the slab, hit it with a zap of lightening consciousness and it turned black. there was no turning back. as it awoke it spoke a word like it was choking on grass, gasping for air, the creature asked where the trees were at. so naturally back at my place we smoked a fat steez rolling up one or two G's inside of a greenleaf. As mean as it seems I gave that young sucker enough cloud to make him suffer. As he puckered his lips on the blunt for the last time, he shuddered a little, and i uttered a rhyme. I know what I said i thought I had got the flow to his head. I didn't know the poor fellow would be dead...
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3. |
Witch Doctor
01:50
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Which doctor said you should sit oftener?
and you shouldn't bother with shit outside of the blotter
It's not covered. like, do you remember me saying hip-hop?
what I said was it's not
hovering thirty feet above the government
troubling fits of stubborn shit
can't fall asleep until I take a bubbler hit
eat a grouper, older brother
neither Neil Diamond, nor
Lords of Our Own Things
if we can't find them
stay tuned for a special reminder
from a wealthy insider
Magic Mike, or Mingering
without all the finger licking chicken heads
ready to cluck, or sitting ducks
China wulong, he holds the spoon wrong
forgot his chopsticks
he drops the kick said he forgot how to hold the stick
sticking out like a sore thumb, getting me bored dumb
want to ask "where'd you get your aura from?"
from the store...? or um...
more like the core of the earth,
or better yet, I've had it since birth
from the very first
flavor I prefer something like a berry burst
wearing a scary mask, then a blat of hot air,
so hold your own crap, or wait, what you got there?
is it God's hair? or a chocolate square?
all candy diet, try it if you dare
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4. |
MCrapshit
01:16
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Take tests spectacular Emcee rap shit crafted
kinda slow. who's next to know?
Ha, that's it. Just pass it!
How are you gonna play a new jack on some old sound classics?
that's not a piece of mine, a piece of my pie
I come back later to erase the matrix's eye
peace laced with hate, come complete with young haste
fasten your seat-belt because i don't come with breaks
I don't shake smoke flakes, I get through takes with throat-aches
shakes in both legs, and fat off fasts
raps sounding like Chick tracts. Underdog comeback
beneath my doo-rag I'm higher than your top-hat
Keep coming back to life and I can't even stop that
Like automatically turning space crack into dope raps
you might think your top-cat is sitting on thumbtacks
glass on racks, pass it to the Occident
as the moon waxes and blast off to see if it comes back
as if by accident
lost the path, but i don't look back or get distracted by flashy flashes
I'm past the practical
practiced getting restricted access
to a new sense of the word "magic"
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Skip stacking trays, forget lacking pay
or copping out and cracking eggs on your own time
squeezing limes, gotta make that pie
gotta get my peace. Maybe it will help me get high
or make my brain release DMT
or maybe it will just make me feel empty
I should inject some free speech preemptively
maybe they'll accept me when I'm 73,
waiting for an angel to send heaven to me
is it something you seek? is it something unique?
to each person, or rapper, or whatever
I keep neverland in my pocket
but if you watch me I'll drop it
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6. |
Sun Ra 100
01:52
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This one goes out to all my organic farmers, acid dealers, and stormtroopa's daughters.
I talk about writing raps, and then i do it. I think about eating food but I don't poo it; I don't chew it. I just pass right through.
I'm a fool, I'm a spirit, I'm you. What can I do?
Flesh out the darkness inside me like I sketch a shadow cast aside by sharp bodies reflecting rejected sunlight through parsecs of dust
and mostly nothing. Mostly nothing, 'til light comes bustling in my eyes through rods and cones and my mind finds that it's not alone.
As stardust the universe is my home. As a Rapping ghost I haunt microphones and invade yer head-space with crunchy airwaves.
save some space for the cyber chase wasteland, loosened them with haste and replaced all the face-plants with plates. the wave breaks on a caveman.
Stay faded for days, i say, shaded in the quay.
Blaze crazy on haze, but open eyes see the way.
Through caves I stray, maybe to prove I'm not lazy,
but Tizzy and Daisy can turn a man crazy, I say.
Third eye on high-beams; in 3-D on widescreen.
yeah, know what I mean? Try me creep.
I can't see! Yeah, cry me blind to sleep.
Sheer sheep for my peeps; we make keepsakes,
but meat-steaks we never eat. For Pete's sake!
Retarded rich, and completely fake
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7. |
Brighter, Deeper
02:37
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Brighter, deeper, down into myself
sleeping, outward reaching, actively seeing
minds outside mine, trying to read them
come back from last evening, woke up with a feeling
like I'm still high but not quite done cheifing
digital breeding, files I'm seeding
coming to grips with mortality. Bleeding
out of my mind out onto the mic
microwave eating, my energy spikes
stuck through my entire life
I'm torn apart by secrets and lies
I lose momentum - paralyzed
don't care about shit in paradise
y'know whose that is? a terrorist's
I bought my ticket, paid for it
I'm on the list, but it's lost its luster
busta flows, faster than a trickle
the speed of my sneeze from the feather duster
tickle blowed out my nose like
the way you cook tree butter
slow
what do you know,
what do you know
powder snow packed down. back in town
just in with the louder 'dro
so don't ask "how'd it go?"
what is the bass
low like feet beneath
and how long before the beat repeats,
yo?
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8. |
Chasing Squirrels
02:15
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Worship the deepest crevices of your mind
see how far you can get behind in life
sacrifice your spine to a beehive
break your own behind, mind our own beeswax
sweet shit on a treeline
honey badgers, steez it in your tea
or on some cheese and crackers
D in class I'm seeing teacher after
feel it creep up, natural disaster
meat cleaver cut up now I'm learning my fractions
or the consequences of my own actions
pounds and pounds and pounds of pences
some of these books have got me feeling pensive
what's left but to cut out stencils?
I'm getting defensive, and chewing my pencils
I throw up more ideas than the atmosphere can digest
only choosing the ripest, rarest, and most righteous
if it's up top I'm dropping it on the ground
and staying solid like a rock stop
fuck popping out hip-hop hits, yeah
fuck your shit
and fuck the shit that you still fuck with
get buck if you trust your luck
stay tough. hey, not roughly busted up
I geek to find the nearest hipster
bent on listening to sermons and drinking in urns
untill pissing burns, as they say.
as the world... as the disc turns
some people play
just to watch the world twirl
chasing squirrels
a gay little girl
creative ways to save the world
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9. |
Vocab Quiz
02:15
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Vocab quiz
chances are
you know where your dad is
and certain people
wish they never had kids
and bad shit
gets passed around in batches
bands battle
lands split your pants
saddle up
don't give a fuck if you dance
don't even need to split the stanza
the plan is to make
stick figures in crayon
spit some verses
if you see what I'm saying
and don't not
misunderstand
fang fandom
language stands in
the land of the handsome
march to the anthem
not singing "O, Canada"
moose or deer
deep beer from the janitor
the crab gets cancer
poison growth grossness
it got him in the danglers
don't poke strangers
if they say "hey" then
you gotta strangle "em
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10. |
Hot Glue
01:33
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I'll string you a long like mystery inc., only Spookee doesn't drop clues
as I pilot my wrecking ball into chart topping rock crews
stop fools like the presses when they run out of hot news
'cause you've got 22's you think nobody can stop youse?
but when i squeeze my trigger all that comes out is hot glue
and guns don't kill people anyway, cops do.
I've got oil on my face, so you could call me "the anointed"
I always smoke two jays so you could say I'm double jointed
always pairs of two and they're apart for zero time
and you're only feeling lonely when your final number's prime
dressed to the nines, got ate by seven felines
missed the pass and made a beeline
twisted ass sex metal head grabbed glass
and blast past the effects pedal
next to spread 'em, grabbed ass
it's incredible, made a mad dash
for whatever,
and glad we took the trouble to increase the treble in neverland
and damn,
it took forever to make my whole hood sweet and edible
'til Hansel und Gretel came
and i had to smack a bitch
with a kettle
Brainstorm session, now we wait for the rain to stop
filled with cubic light-years of ideas make my brain pop
500 Terabytes of rhymes cached in my frontal lobe
flows leave the lips putting holes in disgruntled foes
can't understand it like the freak was speaking german
send it out like a beacon, like a preacher speaking sermons
to his deacons every weekend, it was spiritually reconfirming
space bird versus earth worms, stay squirming
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11. |
Divided by Nathan
01:17
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Got it recorded, absorbed in it and it tortured me
dappled delicately past the date it expired
exasperated by it. sell it by it's shelf life
designated by the time, if it's stamped
and I phantom trampled it's damn grateful
for dank ass samples. thanks,
I got me a handful of pancakes to take
after I wake and fake getting fried, not baked
can't even keep a clean slate for a three day wait
can't keep the rat in it's cage or keep the cat
in the bath. the last test in my math class
someone close, divided by Nathan
forgoing spacial relations for equatorial vacation placement
location, location, location
electric locution, let it get you in the mood for
petrified wood or, retribution
selectively choosing the choicest chips
for chirps and blips from birds or kids
playing in the dirt sitting stoned
sealing bongs with lips
the longest trip
for the strongest tard
the wrongest verse
honest on my honor I put my work first
lurk more, it's sure to burst if you jerk it
curses, the girth of this flirty bird is absurd
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12. |
Hotboxin' da Yariss
01:58
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13. |
Vidya Shit
01:15
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see through the DOOM lyrics bouncing 'round my subconscious
in sub-orbital speakers, this beat is just bonkers
dance like your body's just a piece of meat on strings
and laugh at your damn self flapping your damn wings
stole half of the warehouse, took half of your things
brought them back to the south for ya damn yankees
put that in your mouth and see who breaks your teeth
I'm mathed out to the maximum; it's my method
and i'm onto the next mission, i'm on my mushroom
practicing rapping in vacuum conditions. now back to you
businessmen, being noting like a citizen
or a book that's been written in.
Silly quack, Ritalin is for kids
I do raps and dig potholes solely to flip lids
and take long drags off what other people did
vidya shit, trim drip. try this trick:
permatrip fructose into sucralose, bitch
you're supposed to drink it in sips
crystal tube rips
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14. |
Lighteningdog
01:25
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I'm sick of making honey, leave it for the bees
I'd rather stick with chickadees flying in the trees
buzzing in circles for days, it's amazing
what some of the laziest slaves do to taste it
Leapfrog from hits to shit, shit to this
this is it. Fuck that, i need a fix that fits
something I can slip on, slip off
trip on, and get lost with
'cause loss is a big part of it
the only way of getting there is
forgetting where you started
Chanting for your friends
did you know that you extend
past your fingertips, toenails,
tits and split ends? Yep,
Shit hits the butterfly wing bitterly
or if not that: beautifully and
all wrong intermittently
If you can't improve yourself, fool yourself
lose yourself, deluded, thinking you ever knew yourself
prove it! it's a useless utility
eyes remain dry, throw the towel in futility
and do for me
the loose booty
and make sure you nigger-lip it nice and juicy
keep it moving, I'm not here to throw you through it
everybody's got their own way to do it
if you're still confused, you can go flip on the tube
search the news for clues so you don't miss your cues
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15. |
Mr. Questionmark
01:27
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Who's coming to collect?
capitalize on this project
create a set of parameters
define professionals and amateurs
anal
describe the beginning and the end
decide for yourself to begin again
"cause in the end,
the undead are like a bunch of friends
who demand constant attention
snap, snap
once i have your attention
i'm gonna use to ask
"can i please have your attention?"
yeah
you can watch the leaves die
or for a little more action
you can abduct and kill the pizza guy
sneeze souffle
can't enjoy the luxuries
'cause it all comes with fees to pay
so rise up bitches
I'm never gonna see the day
get yourself certified and everything will be okay
right? right?
makes sense to me.
why can't I go to Cuba?
I make my own shoes
he's the "N-word"
we're the "R-word"
this isn't our world
sprinted all my money at tacky place-mats
and vacu-suctioned all my face fat
and reserved a space for myself in space
through the United States Free Space Act
I can't wait to go
to get gone
can't get to second base with my shields on
dirty depot store sells clean freon bombs
the rest just makes sense
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16. |
Crystal 2-brips
01:22
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(same as Vidya Shit)
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I don't really like taking sips, only braps on braps
I mean brips on brips, but I've got B's on racks
anyway, I'd get A's on all my raps if i ever went to class
but, I've got too much class for that
some chick asked me where Lucy is out of the blue
and I don't know her like that to tell you the truth
i mean this chick
'cause me and Lucy-Lu were doing loop-the-loops
since back when there was only two of you
I forgot more kung fu than ghost raps you ever knew
more than you could have ever been exposed to
but i suppose if I were you, if I were standing in your shoes
and we swapped bodies and also brains
it would be as if we never changed and everything would stay the same
I would go on rapping, like nothing even happened
if I'm out without a pad I spit my verses in a napkin
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18. |
My Lagoon
01:43
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I can't even talk, i'ts like my mouth's fallen off
I don't need to shave, I got my face paved
spray champagne, rusted razor blades
they crave it like crazy
making groovier than gravy
I might lick the spoon
hit the One, like tick... tick... tick...
Kaboom!
at the bottom of my lagoon
surrounded by snakes
writing raps in runes
but i don't sit through
no commercial breaks in the first place
how about you?
can you think of a finer place
to shake my rattle
than the field here where they may have staged their battle
years and years ago?
Yeah, whatever. Weirdo
that's my name! well, a little Wayes away
stayed like the way you can hear me say
you can feel her swaying
such a windy day always makes me grin gaily
gusty gales blow and suck dust insatiably
change yourself at a conscious pace
you don't want to rush, nor hesitate
like pulling the skin from a snake or letting it fall away
I grew like four-dozen new cells today
i grew like ten feet in my sleep you could say
confused and dazed, if i phase you, it's amazing
please, don't start waving if you catch my spacing out
I'm astral projecting out of this crazy town
and who are you to bring my space station down?
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19. |
Ready to Rock It
02:00
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New names taken over by bird-calls
a sustaining heartbeat being every footfall
locked in the chest not to know the flow of
breath rises and falls just like the tide ebbs
I'd like to say thank you to all of the trees
for being green and for breathing back at me
whether you're necrotic or you're a neophyte
under auspicious stars you might just sleep tonight
so hush, my darling, be still, my darling
pardon the interruption, but beautiful music is starting
first it shakes your denims, harmonies make it thicker
in your blood like venom, intoxicates like liquor
feel it in your pick-ups, metronome sense hiccups
melodies like sweet tea when you're thirsty, so drink up
I'm utopic on this topic, and ready to rocket
in the land of milk and honey with inner-cities made of chocolate
pocket quick your hands, some slick
if you understand the risk inscribe the rest on laser discs
and discard the decimal place, before the discount
he licks his lips now and pulls his shtick out
out
ought'a
gotta get louder than a loudspeaker over some crowded bleachers
of rowdy researchers writing papers about papers
you need 2C-I, 2B-FLY, I be Icarus
too high on anything and you might die
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I got a checkered past, like salt and pepper, or snow and ash
If i reflect on that I find strange matters stained and shattered
like mosaic glass. seeing colors like paint splatters
I'm not sure whether I like fatter money stacks, dat ass, or a sack of the grass
maybe I'll grab a snack, some type of taco shack loaded in trans fat
If it gives me gas, I fuck with that.
selling drugs: I kinda suck at that
Unlike drawing which i stuck with, cat
or like deese raps
squeeze em out like i gotta pee bad
dude
with the raddest attitude
says he's only still mad at you
you'uns
yinz
hit the block with
y'know, some OTHER shit to rock
your mother knits my socks, bitch
can't catch me if i hop onto my ostrich
and I already lost ya dig?
quick, flip the channel
before El Toro gives Cowbob a ripped flannel
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21. |
So Youngbuck
01:29
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I'm so young buck
so smoke a cigarette
so handsy, and lips
so flavorful, such spit
I calls it fireballs
rush in like waterfalls
so white foam, right to the dome
and just so you know, I caught 'em all
worship I-G,
G-Y, N-O
so backwards, loner
not really a misanthrope
some people are so poor that ll they have is money
so my wealth comes from me seeing that fact as funny
so backwards running
it sounds like a tinny drum
I'm a tennis elbow tendon twisted in the tentacle
I'm tinnitus so forget the reason they call me technical
so steamed like an engine
or maybe I'm so vegetable
so one is dynamic, and the other is detrimental
so diction take me
I can't hide behind lies
so closed eyes cant take
me and mine by surprise
so it gets
so wet and
so set free
so style, no nothing left
so i guess I'll see
where this next to last cigarette gets me
so watch the stress pass
so dread, as i said
so fearing it's next comeback
so spent
all on rent
on my face
down my chin
hits my chest
so second wind
so bless myself, and forgive my sins
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22. |
Fill Yer Cavities
02:00
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Injecting molten music fill your cavities with rap gold
my bass hits so heavy got more gravity than black holes
I play it lone wolf, cause I don't like the way the pack goes
and I know it sucks but unfortunately stacks go to
fellas selling crack, or blow
or even worse is those guys who attack with their wack flows
this track goes to those who sympathize with terrorists
put a check ext to your name as if the navy's taken care of it
whether you're aware of it or not, there's a slight problem we've got
wack emcees ate in this business and they're blowing up the spots
getting them platinum hits, while kids are packing clips
like they were packing for trips instead of tripping for kicks
get hit with lyrical bricks, cracking your dome, but nobody's home
'cause we're stuck in the zone, hit a groove like needle procedure
moving with speed so the creatures don't see you
they're a different species, a new breed
bitches get too greedy with bad weed, it's too seedy
they're too needy
Spookee G. with the new CD
I got three days to get out of this place and back to my space station
like i was space racing vacant from summer vacation
others got no imagination, minds closed like some plantation shutters, that's why others are clones
so I send in the drones strike homes
while back in my lair I kick it and write poems
can't stand snitching? can't keep wishing
can't take the heat? get out my face and back in the kitchen
cause I can't take bitchin'
I'm fixing this shit like bob the builder or a doctor stitching
hitching a ride 'round the galaxy like Arthur and Ford
and now I'm splitting, like nuclear fission
still on the street sizzling in heat until my mission is complete
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this world was built by the dead, what great legacy
I've come to see what shit I can break, respectfully
and consequently, what else i can make from all the pieces
the way I see it, we all have practiced circular breathing
with trees for centuries, without hiccups or sneezes
and what have we learned from this business?
the answers look like white dogs in a blizzard
Insight that bites like incisors, swift like dark riders
lifted off the drip when I sniff the reminder, crippled a spider
rise up from the dead, your body is alive again
if you don't find your soul, your trial will never end
walk the globe passing out poems
just passing through wish for time to get to know him
explore him, explodedness is growing on me
holding onto me, can't control me, drop and roll
stop mocking. no, not 'til you stop bossing
lost in thought sitting criss-cross on top of a rock
don't rock the boat, rock the bridge til it flops
Don't want to wait for the drop, I want to be off
I want to get out
I want to get off
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24. |
Wabbit Season
00:40
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I don't write books, I don't smoke cigars
I don't eat fruit with skin or break my chin on iron bars
no bats in caves
not staffs, it's staves
I can't listen to myself speak without laughing for days
crack jokes about a problem
joking like I got another besides choking on all this vomit
ghosts is what ya call it
vocalizing spiritual energy, it's non-prophet
vision quest, I'm on it
got bees up in my bonnet
seize up like I'm retarded and I sneezed too hard and sharted
see the future like I'm psychic and I'm talking to my goddess
Rabbits in my garden
Once it's wabbit season I'm'a get 'em 'til I got 'em
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25. |
Instromengal
01:07
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26. |
Wetness
01:05
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Me without rhymes is like water without wetness
I drop them on the track and watch them stack up like Tetris
get this, I'm red planet rusty, I'll give you tetanus
can't afford to pay it forward, I put good deeds on credit
but I don't believe in debt so if you're in the red, don't sweat it
unless it's gonna kill you, you might as well just forget it
shit can only bother you as much as you let it.
don't you get it?
I've got to stay organic, I've got to get myself organized
Got to keep from panicking, God, I'm losing my quiet mind
Got it like "Yo tengo", and "Tango down" is a selfish lie
never talk to strangers, it's dangerous when you're scared to die
Lie when I'm asleep but my dreams are all coming true for me
I'm living for reality, rather I drown in fantasy
It's just what i Imagined, imagination is killing me
Spend too much time asleep and now dreaming is catching up with me
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27. |
Yes Indeedy
02:04
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Get something or somebody mad drunk off of the funk
that I keep pumping out my my long trunk
In a slump, then lumbered in and dumped it
came home stumped and all my doors were open
and all my lights were on
all my words were spoken, and all my rhymes were gone
I can't afford it. not a portion
I come in scorching it with a torch
like an abortion I kill it.
If i't's broken on the porch then go door to door for a political joke and don't miss
I'm broke with romantics
Anti-semantics, real physics
and my commitment to Semitic mysticism makes me a little rabbidic
Kabbalah
still in your system I'm insisting and insisting
indirectly in intravenous feeds be injected at incredible speeds
got the breakfast for free and still never felt like someone really respected me
blessed be getting clicks on the next beat and
I never felt pressured to stick to a recipe
and if you ask me I don't have to fill the rest of the beat
yes indeedy
I'm not needier than Nas, I'm just bleeding out my nostrils
and feeling out the thought that i don't really need my tonsils
that's the kind of thing that makes me really feel responsible
my body is a temple so i try to keep it on that level
sometimes i let it get disheveled I admit
sometimes i let myself get extra stressed out
it's probably some evil spirit I let into my house
I'll have to make another talisman
my first one vanished to thin air when I left my watershed
I crossed the divide, gravity is on the other side
my thoughts pool in a different crevice in my mind
I hide on a higher level than lesser devils
and smaller demons I can't even see them.
They're ants, make them dace with my magnifying glass rhymes
In magnificent time
Hi, sweetie, I'm twisted with lime
I drew a line then I bro-fisted a mime
did you know they still count the votes 3/5 at a time?
and smoking the good stuff is still considered a crime?
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