1. |
tautology
02:38
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blessing in the busyness
dont know the unknown just flirting with it
harvest my chisel
reverse engineer all the shavings of my whittling
more of the form almost visible if you're squinting
peddling shit that makes the master's ears sting
the resonance that love and peace bring
the phone rings and rings and rings
everything just a jingle like the keys
all a fool wants to do is tease
and abscond the mausoleum
no hands on the unicycle are required when steering
clearly you fall for the imposing guilt forced on you by tall buildings
im sorry to hear you lack the magic needed to feel free
but this is a teal beat
need to turn peter thiel into swiss cheese
ignore you like the tillman act of 1907
corporations are people they get free speech
and the dead k marts go to heaven
its screens at the gas station
no mute button you're gonna listen to what im saying
make sure you're aiming
dont need another hinckley and regan
fascists turn to dust from my raygun
under the hanging blade i place them
emaciated until i learned thriving is a form of hating
you dont think they want you ashing cigs in the monster can
and only surviving off raman
noodles
my Os come by the oodles
screwed my mood up the doomed futa
ready to party till im purple
yeah i love being purple
jesus seemed cool but im scared of the church folk
too many people in one place makes me nervous
pain as an entanglement with a person
or the slow change in the weather
I'm just trying to keep my shit together
you memetic like a piece of propaganda
repetition makes shit mater
I'm just trying to keep my shit together
you remember it like a piece of propaganda
repetition makes shit matter
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2. |
freakazoid
02:19
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jetty beat like type o
anyone could go
aint the flesh but all soul
eating like mess hall
gain is might and that aint right so think before you ball
rappers wielding mops
but i can see their floors covered in spots and sticky stuff
but i aint one to judge like its blood meridian
you want crud im spitting some
you came out the mud we'll im still up to my knees in it cuz
aint no buzz im really fried
really i was never a guy
really theres something blocking everyones eyes
everyone asking why like we should've asked that three hundred years ago
gotta get a move on yo
people doubting history but you should know thats real for sure
know i gotta be real during this show
these the kind of prose premeditated by oh nos
art in the pics and the tags the promos logos and ads
words and terms covered in scabs
they left it in rags never had a chance
this the kinda beat that makes you gotta record and dance
human leaders got us hoard vs hoard like black and red ants
fascist tactics getting banned
magic reactive getting swole up like sick glands
handle $6.66 like the gif of vince mcmann
wince worthy glam
tints on max
blitz on facts
our collective reality under attack
where im going all the kings and bosses getting sacked
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3. |
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theyre relocating excess population to heaven
glass casket never my denizen
just throw me in the trash
dry humor ashed i burn well
got my diagnoses from Magnus Hirschfeld
centuries cycle human rights like a turnstile
time to jump out
run mouths
german shepherds on my heels im running miles
head over the shoulder they trip when they see smiles
give em hell im joseph k im on the trial
theyre mentality totality since being a child
its your 5th birthday you can put hand on daddy's rile
the true criminals was straight white folks
the verse was straight typos
ain no right holes
said fuck the world but how you know it aint fucking you
breeding fetish shaping your world view
no apologizes my enthusiasm stays unremoved
revoked your privilege to be part of the in group
i be the elephant woman in the room
i be the little kid on the corner yelling heres the latest scoop
a kaiju powered by radiation and the moon
ronnie rocket coming soon to a theater near you
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LOVE&PEACE:
It was a labor of love. We gave our blood, sweat, and tears too. Years flew by in the rearview. Or at least they appear to. All the hells we had to persevere through. You don't want to ask how the sacrificial lamb learned to fear you. Blood on the altar, still fresh. Unforgiven sin of the flesh. Power always fears death. Same old story. Gilgamesh. I don't agree with what they call success. It's not about what you possess or who you impress, but what you leave behind when it's time to rest. My mind is vexed. I want to give you everything, but sometimes more is less. Under this kind of stress, I have no option, but to give all I can pour from my chest. It's never enough. I need to give more than my best. This war is a test, but there's no right answer.
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4. |
chemical castration
02:43
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its confounding sure but not much to ponder
she out here dropping new yonder
for the fresh made bomb squad queer automatons
you going off but what about them atom bombs
yall ramble wrong
on the ledge of the void dangling strong for how long
mocking the abroad and unknowable lovingly
weariness covets me in times of the bleak, motherly
tried to leave it out but sunk the kitchen sink,
sometimes it sucks to think about
wishing you could escape this planet in a blink
sometimes it hurts to stick your head inside the tv screen,
spectaclizing
in this video circus area we tried to stop all the fighting
lop off the hypebeast
lost it in writing
nohands but look what im typing
cat or mouse deciphering
what might please could be letting yourself breath
what might please could be letting yourself breath
understanding to what degree i want to be strong rather than weak
take whats old hack it to pieces
glass shards beaming
gods casket's leaking
best believe it
they need all those pasolini movies on streaming
need all those fascists recognized as heathens
i need a reminder that life is for the living
i need it yelled at top volume
i need phone calls i need interludes
need that sample from mf doom
we need food
so we're just gonna believe raisin bran when they say they put in two scoops?
not just gonna live a faux life imitating rich dudes
thats only for people ok with the delude
need full sips of fresh juice
she hope she got more quips than blues
she equipped with shield and clever ruse
all types of tools and signals
toofooled for this riddle
not old school a new trickle but still indebted to the river
go figure
go off
enough dudes being hard its time to go soft
in time with the beat
her range wide like the tides and the sea
trying to aligned the my life around maximizing the free
they lacked complaints about wages just babbled about high taxing
its taxing
you in the top 5% of economic bracketing
dont wanna hear what ons you tacking
maybe need to start backing up
society and all those files
but modernity projects a new was
its been a while
its been a while
semi automatic feminized audio gynophile
with a goners smile
playing twister at the donner party dog pile
desperation gonna force cannibalism of the higher
feel like i was born to retire too early and get rehighered
reinspired by conditions becoming more dire
wish i could just chill on a train instead of manning these tires
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5. |
supernumerary
02:11
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10,000 maraschino cherries
its supernumerary
10,000 maraschino cherries
supernumerary
heres come the cut backs
whats the point if all the actions passive
easy to scroll past it 10,000 data points crammed in
a lot of love in the random
shifts happen
lotta people get displaced and that matters
relocating after created disasters
invasions, bills pass, all that, everything, climate change
minority populations getting hit with a title wave
excess fat get trimmed when they try to rearrange
hope you got a place to stay
for your sake hope the bills arent late
hope you got gills cuz this place is gonna be underwater in a few days
were gonna be forced to change
or get washed away
were living in some supernumerary days
were like
10,000 maraschino cherries
its supernumerary
10,000 maraschino cherries
supernumerary
im super normal im super frustrated at white supremacy
need 10,000 marches on tally & miami
the boss couldnt damn me
we on a list probably
they only ever wrist slap the nazis
they dispatch me to the hot seat
fascism is something we ought to be stopping
fascism is something we ought to be stopping
lop off the cop in your thoughts
put that shit in a biohazard before it rots
doubting my analytics?
out here acting like the matrix wasnt made by trans chicks dawg ???
super allergic to it like dairy
supernumerary
supernumerary
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are you killing the game or just going thru a phase
popcorn kernel stuck in your teeth for days
theres worlds inside of face
we feel indebted
we do oughta
do oughta
take the change farther
take the rains mothers
the regained chucklers
coven took aim of the rutter
allying others
duck and cover
we do oughta
do oughta
true belief harbors
please no more martyrs
things that matter
nihilism massive disaster
claw harder for portions larger
the supernumerary was always a part of us
dangling carrot hat funds
treadmill run
the whole machine
we do outta
do outta
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JeanSkyDiving:
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7. |
reorder the lube
01:27
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excuses bronze not gold
get yourself off the road with the tolls
vault right over all of your poles
who taught you all of those goals
showed up as a girl Naomi Malone
tour up threw up king's bones in the moat
grew up blew up all methods to cope
my tug testing all of the ropes
take my hand won't go up alone
check my scam more than flow over groans
rabbit holes medical mold
my pen silly and coated in scovilles
toating power gets old
can you watch it well I go smoke
Kyle MacLachlan said you'll be the start of the show you'll be my hole and I said no
ice to perk up my heart feels cold
even when it's worms and it dark won't give up the ghost
they don't wanna fuck a penny they wanna fuck a hope
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holding my horses like im zach hill
cant dap well
cant shake hands
cunty dance in hell
straight breakdance
running the chance even if i cant make that
time to relax yeah we take that
even off first glance you hated
pranced frolicked and skated
to arrive at this location
one taste of the gay shit and said theyd never breed again
i can never remember when i was a kid because i was just so ready for that shit to end
they just so committed to making a bitch pretend
i got no rich friends just survival plans
rapped this whole verse in a giles cory mask
deep down inside i know you a fag
i know you a fag
how many layers of denial you packed under that cap
your shortcomings, why you attack others for that
your stance lack
your mans, your image fraudulent
nohands yellowed with jaundice and ego
something magical lost in the preroll
baby welcome to the meat show
the way she rap render your fetishized image incompatible
nothing quiet makes the mind blow like reality tho
i got
no extra emphasis on me
the words hang clean
why you always hunt for a reason to demean
the fuck you speak
keep whats in my pants tucked, clean
its fucked what they make us breath
let alone these people we're placed beneath
try tried to drap the heaps of trash like we aint seen it
all the plastic disposed of built to last, beseech it
oh that role ? she aint built for that, believe it
its
awkward how she stammer on
my desperation replaced with confidence
my deposition riddled with confidants
she must think she trans kafka they way she chew on these poems
queerly delivering ad hominems
these monsters hear about child murder and start the spin
we chant back
we must win we must win
we must win we must win
rappers dom, fin
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Let's take it back to where it begins. When you first realized you were different and you didn't fit in. Peace to my kin reaching within. If you need a win just tell me when.
Straight phantoms in my troupe you can't handle the truth. They ain't even straight dog we be manhandling dudes. (Pause) My verse float like the ghost of the living proof. Save your questions for the interview. Like how you gonna reach the youth? Might let my inner child go crazy in the booth, but not too crazy he knew how to tie a noose. It's all suicide to me that's old news. Time look at me like dog I told you. Futuristic old school. Bluetooth speaker blasting old blues. Don't let em right click you with the clone tool. They want a perfect copy that does what it's told to. That's why I encrypt every style that I show you. If you don't mind, I ain't even gone hold you. To each their own. Born alone, die alone. Live by the phone, die by the phone. Just let your life be defined by items you own. Buy you a chrome. Buy you a home. Fight for control. Die in the throne. Lie to your soul. Hey, it's all you know. I'll be on my journey into the unknown where I seek to become whole. Meanwhile they just scroll. They just scroll
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9. |
explicitly told (ALBUM)
01:45
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mustache grucho stalin
thank you listener for calling in
waiting for the teleprompter im staling
invader zim all glory to the tallest
who you do worship pray tell
ah hell sweet hell
oh no
better cross your 7s Zs and 0s
out of the crowd a mirror rose
i fear it tho
i fear it tho
can you see me from behind your internal moat
its internment folks eternal gloats
just chuckle off the terror
can you just bare with us it became apparent
they wanted numbers down thats murder dunce
thats the curse of funds
me and the art supernumerous thats two for one
what really killed the fun was genocide on the horizon
its a supernumerary album
with super goofy aesthetics
life saving advice was finally taken off reddit
they aint know what i said but they nodded when i said it
i postured it i meant it
have you mastered the monster in you chest yet
you zone out when she talk i bet
my case stays at rest
keep the weirdest parts of my taste in check
but leave a little something to inspect
never degrassi but i digress
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LOVE&PEACE:
I'm rotating three beats in my mind. Notifications need not remind me. Get thee behind me Satan. Matter of fact get on your knees and start praying. Preaching to the choir they like facts I'm saying. Facts need facing. Amazing. Death is coming for us all. Pride before the fall. I simply heed the call. I don't know about y'all, but imma stand tall. Tall enough to make God feel small. Like it's all his fault. How you even had the gall? I don't recall.
Zip you up you're just data. Sip you up, but no flavor. I show love to a hater. I might destroy a creator. Let them meet their maker. The meek shall inherit the bulk of the labor. This song is dedicated to the God of nature. Say your prayers.
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its constant
nonstop
smoke coated like room like white dust from chalk
evasive like i used double team
walk in double v i come in peace
i mean no harm
crutch under her arm
tank text spread over the chest read
strong is the new pretty
weight on the back was like the whole city
asking for the tolls thats where im dipping
lingering on the parts im skipping
where we going aint no tipping
just real wages
al jaffee bend together the pages
all good things come with patience but im sick of waiting
need the secret today
need to stop playing games
theres a little war every time you get paid
the pigs'll be gay and say your chosen name
gender you correctly you'll still wear the knee like a rosary necklace
everything your id ignore just festering
the blood adorned it spread the pestilence
it spread the messages
whos it is left to best guessing
the days long when the stress needs stretching
the west bleeds weeps and screams
you drown in Teflon
king's home decorator collects the pieces of the skeleton
sun in florida like the eye of sauron
with less balrog this just a bog bog
your last wishes be just a thought
you be zoned out the line moves on and you lost your spot
cops always shocked when they're still stuck at the office in a box
surprised its even a real job where you gotta work hard and not just an excuse for someone to get shot
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(yah nah)
the placid nature genuine
compressing memory's tendrils in
trees here are suffering
coffee and soy sauce cups doubling
sea cucumber the organs and
emotions its not fun for him
maybe her
my merz bow curves
bends the arrow arcs as the words in your mind render
nohands on the clock time setter
dont restock on the mindset of the settler
this the flow that Tiktaalik crawl out the water
the first breath on the first harbor
dinosaurs martyrs
apex predator larger now you filling cars up
sometimes it feels she got more potential than a top of the hill larva
could even make alfred e newman worry
but couldnt shake the world's hurry
the lush of the disturbing
held to its breast after it birthed me
alas it still perturbs
recurrence of the herse grounding me to earth
reaction time test the way the beat lurch
conjuring worth out of merit
at least one of these three assholes is caring mirth (myrrhs)
garish how they wore their worth
a mirror to reflect the mirrors tucked deep inside my purse
deep inside the dirt
supernumerous worms
super human workers
clawing to survive monopolous mergers
on top of the pyramid is a curse
that lingers longer than Styrofoam™
the trademark and capital letter will show
exactly what im on
repetition scrapes and claws
cracking thru mesmerism by the gaudy faults
made fractals of all yalls walls
more practical once tasted forgot and recalled
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12. |
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excerpt from Amerika: The Missing Person by Franz Kafka
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13. |
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dance like a cleric terrorist
tell god im blast famous
burn cash im heretic
now you see where the merit went
now you see where the merit went
unapologetically wack
tolerant to gags
spent my last riches just to get some rags
spent my life hitched to someone else plan
whats the right wish to make this genie think i have swag
hauntedjetty and nohands
we tight knit fam
we tighten it down
scrap off the curse of the frown
you know it hurts to get plowed
imagine how snow feels
start piecing together fragments of whats real
whats it mean to heal
whats it mean it face
rappers suffering from kayfabe
weighted down by roles they hate
roles they made
all that american freedom you still encased
only one emphasizing being lower case
this is home made
barely ever leave my place
really need to change my state
politicians too fooled need to lower the stakes
lizard i need to get baked eat a bug lay on some sub straight
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pushing buttons and taking pictures
no glances but i still figured
not a chance to linger i would pass up
nohands fistycuffs
the last dance before dusk
last chance to go nuts before the light flood's finally dims
these are reminding hymns
she was realigning His wrong doings
split the truth into at least two things
the root of sincerity and the bark of madness
can she do it folks can she hearken towards something past us
my castration will be followed by hugs
my castration will be followed by hugs
full enough to be disqualified from being a husk
gumshoe rhymes for beheaders of cops
for the listeners of the yelled stop
yamate my lord yamate
blessed it every time you listen to this song know its your day
any location your in isn't guarantied to be your place
a home wasn't something you could just take
but they moved in none the same
AGONY when nostalgic for the paved
heroes assumed to be on balconies capes waved
but really theyre just rolls freshly baked
from jefferson to tate
we pray we erase every last trace
we shake off the fate
we open the drapes
we tear open our scars to reveal barred gates
but i found the key i found the key
under the mat
god's stance collapse
he heard i heard and both hands clasp in a shaking fist
falling on a sword named bliss
art's penetration slides between my ribs
love you for you for the farce and the fibs
even when claimed to be dispelling you we're born to lie
its just what it is
we were born to lie its just what we are
metal inside your beating heart
try being small before you attempt being large
cling to things before they part
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