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Banana Bread
01:04
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Back home vets bucked trends in scuffed timbs
Trust them the framework needs adjusting
If you’re comfortable - it’ll only cost a lung or two
AI uploaded brains non-fungible
The devil aint shit. Money is actual trash.
Jack your dad for his record collection quick fast
Talk at cross purposes on diamond peaks
Dove tail, crow speak
Ramellzee resurrected:
Every letter in the ledger got a legend
Blood letting never power down without resetting
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Paid (No Way)
02:05
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Claim zero pen game - too busy carving petroglyphs
Write with rocks, draw with daggers - love to hear the metal twist
Rifles in the hands of teens watching as the stage is set
Rise of the machines the people failed to fucking rage against
Vocals known to cave a chest
Propose you gave the page a rest
Knowing just how strange it gets
No exit aint no stages left
Wolfie will invade your rest
Just playin - he got planes to catch
Last seen where the vapor was - or was it where the crater crashed?
A thousand leviathans that came before said try again
We smiting them -
The post win veils of smoke are stifling
Mic hands severed, leaving wrists in the tourniquet
Might get bodied at a street fighter tournament
Online presence null - give a fuck if you heard of it
These tunes for those struggling
Who know what real burden is
This the furthest shit from ambition, fam, listen
My frame is one equation in the super position
Visions swim in neuro pathways - bad days
Presently endorsing crash courses on his mad ways
Yours is not the path i made - i fade
Wander where i may
Stumble into timelines where i’m paid (no way)
Coldest days yet to come, me and mine are stoking flames
Never wrote for fame - son is separate from the jokes and lames
Known to slay a whole brigade
Howling til the vocals strained
Mommy make it go away!
Send a tweet, hope and pray
Solar rays refract through stained glass
Once the day pass
Humbly prefer captain murphy to ahab
References stay rad
Their records are plain raps
My team leave smoking craters
Every stage that we played at
Witnesses claim that he
Speak cant be explained raps
Stray cats out the bag
Tussle with bodega rats
Krylon can shaken crowned with a fat cap
Graphic novels painted in the gravel
These are flashbacks
Drip all day - you ain’t taking shit with you
Paid a fistful - copping skittle cake x cream sickle
All effigies ozymandian
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3. |
Bike Face Knife Chase
01:00
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Eyes like islands of words
Motherfuckers must have struck an unresolved nerve
Every line spoke with grim finality
No fatality actually alive with discomforting fears of mortality
Taxing me with lack of sleep
Terrified of losing memories that I can’t trapper keep
He seldom leave home but got the cones and leaf
To sidestep the dull puppetry and skullduggery
Meeting of the mind’s eye
Beating of the mind’s meat
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Lotus on a bathroom stall, poorly drawn
Well seeming forms
Hura-kan dance wild in the eye of the storm
And it shouldn’t bother me
Identity is what you salvage post the yoke of colonies
Professional ass cheek percussionist
Who am I to judge if they want all style no substance
Bone marrow butter on the biscuit
Classical rap animals with filthy casuals in the mandibles
Early autumn sun glinting off a rum bottle rim
Been drinking solo so long it doesn’t really bother him
Grow useless old then go out alone
Mean time stay home and scrawl these poems
I’ve never been so calm in my life
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5. |
Calling Out
01:37
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Never packed a heater
But the school yard brawls was Goku and Vegeta
Undulating clouds of sativas
Every night a dice roll live with the reapers
Beat burger on a back porch
Procrastinated on the passport
Vocab shatter every glass door
Vanish in the ether when he given what he ask for
Bodega rat scratching at the trap door
I should consider quitting rap more
He don’t know how to act or
Every Thursday burdens find him down to full collapse more
The final acts of fall angels
Just the way the game goes
Never one for half measures
Never been clever
Squabble with myself like my hemispheres severed
Obsession is a young one’s game ain’t it?
Catapulting caution to the trade winds
Rolling down the block in iron maidens
You can keep the basic lames or let me point you where the flames is
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Ciggies
01:20
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My aura: sort of poor decorum poured a chalice
Early autumn caught em abortive but bought a balance
Made a port of sorrow for exporting all the madness
Foreign war reporters steady touring warming planets
Woke, smoked with the neighbor to right
Constant apologies to my wife for previous nights
She smiles and bats her concertina lashes twice
I’s born eyeless - island of a languageless people
Neath lush montaña - cold bones see through
The winds hooked melodic, nothing flyer
I wrote a dirty 16 to clean boots in the dryer
The code switch so constant he wound his watch to it
Learn to practice silence like how them rocks fluent
I’m Tetsuo on his last capsule - a brash asshole
I crash castles - I am way past a hassle
Breakfast in Atlanta lunch in Brooklyn
Back home to let the chickens out before the sunset left me shooketh
Pinkish wine vibed skies tried my spine why
Stone cardinals perched, the days bled past
First of the month, I’m already in dead last
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7. |
Goos Night
00:33
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When she bats but one lash
I’m unbalanced but unabashed
20 for two grams wont ever last
Trust that shit went fast
Strangled alive in real time by wild vines
Christ on a clothes line
Scanning for guidance in deep skies
All we saw was fireflies
But stroopwaffle in the cinnamon oatmeal was divine
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8. |
Get in the Robot
01:36
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Running from my angels like I’m Shinji and it don’t stop
You’re gonna need more wine and weed to get me in the robot
Let’s skip the skirmish
Fast forward to the scene we cooking rappers in a furnace
Bustello in the thermos
Walk a warming planet hale and hearty with no purpose
A hundred thousand verses
Scrawled on padded walls the motive still is undetermined
Under water falls he read a sutra, tame a serpent
The fame was never certain, watch the climate close the curtains
Missive to the air from the surface
Ghost in the shells, apparitions in the circuits
Cantankerous at the disco
Calmly smoke kush by the window
Keep it simple for your kinfolk
Anyway the wind blow
Wolfie keep a cringe flow
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9. |
You Lose EVO
02:02
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Unevolved beasts speak anxieties over uncleared beats
Awake listening to the songs of birds that refuse to sleep
Most petty rap beefs is squirrel meat
Most effigies ozymandian
Most mc’s need never rap again,
About their brand again
Couple days later, doors shuttered to mismanagement
Aint one of them, fam, my words
Show you where my hands have been
Embrace the hermitage, invaluable verbiage
The sum of which sorta forms a purpose
Sort of at a loss, aint nothing worth the worship
Some ya’lls beats banging
But could do without the verses
Some decide to beeline to they own hearses
My designs keep me high
My records are my churches
Bent the corner now its worthless
Discog a whirling dervish
Keeping doppelgängers nervous
Ever coast against the current famished
Bandwidth damaged
Dont invoke kings english or spanish
Both colonizer languages
It aint bangin
OUTRO:
Basquiat cap copped at
Corporate store on tour
Celebration premature
What you standing up for?
You lost evolution
And you aint getting paid
The mark of my dignity
Will scar thy dna
Basquiat cap copped at
Corporate store on tour
Celebration premature
What you standing up for?
You lost all your sponsors
And you aint getting paid
The mark of my dignity
Will scar thy dna
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10. |
Kool Hand Lou
00:58
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Salt coast of the continent
Heron in the water, waist deep
He hauled a single trout
My string was theoretical
I couldn’t keep pace
Was too high
But the sun warmed my chest
Photons rinse my blessed mind
Heard a wicked wind push quietly by
Sirens lull the cicadas nearby
Early check ins from the wife, couple text messages
She knows how depressed he gets
But today the weather’s excellent
Maybe I set a new precedent
No shade in sight
No double slit confused light
Arms heavy, I pulled ashore to write
Scribbled a couple lines about how next time
I’m rowing to the island if it takes all night
Peach vibes this time
Sunkissed but aint been young since
Borinquen to the marrow
Sand in the ball point
Antimatter in the shallows
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