1. |
A YEAR OF OCTOBERS
05:07
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It was a midnight competition,
The YOUNGMAN was hosting
The judges were fair
The judges were roasting
The judges were YOUNGMAN, Celestaphone, and some kind of ghost thing
Backhanded compliments deliver that slow sting
But YOUNGMAN couldn't front at the lady who dressed Betty Boop
And he yammered and stammered in front of his petty group
Their eyes met like old friends they already knew
The ghost thing said, “10,” and Celestaphone dropped deadly loop
My raps fill space like inconsolable crying
A basket case notice when whole world is dying
Period so sad, unfuckingbelievable
Feel so-called pro got degree in bull
Told neph “happy b-day, you’re age I stopped developing”
Dead Kennedys enveloped soul, said hey fella sing
Perennial teenager you can’t tell a thing
Especially from someone who can’t even smell a *stink*
To care what elders think, they gotta retain kid-dom
Ancestral wisdom held in our guts as children
YOUNGMAN in the building like landlord with squatters’ rights
May've fooled me once with small print but not tonight
Caught a flight, zing pow right in the kisser
Saw the light, source of the mystery
I keep fighting misery but it’s got me surrounded
My favorite quarantine joke: “You’re grounded!”
I'm the Bad Bunny of dad jokes compounded by inflexible honesty and radical hope
Laugh every night, don’t sleep on sad notes
But when I hit lab, all y'all say “that’s dope”
That's dope
That's dope
That's dope
Yeah I'm in a lab, I'll be here all weekend
So tell a friend and a tall freak
Okay, sexy scientist in the house
Look at how she adjust the blousey lab coat
So beautifully placed the stethoscope
Ay YOUNGMAN what you dressed as?
YOUNGMAN a huge kid who loves to get stupid on rude big music
My lady's a dresser for maybe lesser known Baby Esther Jones
God bless her tone and yes her clones
DJ Celestaphone's triple decker decks look like a waxburger
Records he selects hit like an axe murder
There's no word for an enormous toddler
Whose knowledge cobbled together to form an abnormal author
Perhaps an aging lil' guy
Still fly enough to supply a laugh, kill a lie
Sit down to write like taking dictation
So banging low hanging scripts fill the sky
Got too much to say to pause for the beat
Gods for the details, free jails, laws incomplete
Chorus artsy and def as Boris Artzybasheff
Yet I don't often repeat
Cross between Decalogue, Triumph the Comic Dog
Promised God I'd flog whoever piloted the Amistad
Thousand yard stare, brows frown in hard care
Nose flairs, eyes squint, head crowds with grey hair
20 years ahead for 20 years
Let’s get friendly cheers before we drown in enemies’ tears
A toast clink to some kind of ghost thing
Left as a person, returned in a closed ring
Okay everybody, simmer down, calm down bitches
Check check, one two
Excuse me in the back, pay attention
I'm gonna hold my beautiful hand over each one's head
And y'all are gonna vote for your favorite eras
Okay?
Okay listo!
Show some love to the punk-punk
Not bad, not bad
Next up, post-punk
Okay, pop punk
Aw, y'all didn't mean that, that's not right. Y'all not right yo.
Give it to my people in the hardcore!
And last and final contestant, show some love, Youngcore
I think we got a winner
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2. |
13TH MONTH
02:08
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13th Month
030921
youngcore
tomorrow’s the tenth month once more
this joint is what intoxicated lungfish’s got oxygenated lungs for
and like fins grew feet
I want you to step
Except
when my shades slip off my head
from the sweat
I don’t rep
a place for real although I pretend to
In truth I wish I felt how my friends do
fun fact
youngcore wax blends through front to back like one track
im from booklyn a town that’s been abandoned
and in each building it’s a library that matches in advantage
the film books fill the cinema
the religious books got moved to thee-ater
cuz we gonna use the church for performance and make sure it’s tax free there
But I’m not one for pity
To come to your city
Hook uncle up with some humongous… TELEPROMPTER
how da hell I ‘member all those words (well)
When i’s young and pretty
Podiums better than music stand but if ya venues jammed a screen inna ceiling dam use da man
Think to do
A drink to you
To all the dachshunds in dog martins who joined stinko’s crew
I need art to be a part
Heed him well
Or get beat to hell
Fart travels at the speed of smell
From a black bean
Through a mask that says two shots and ready to party
Im not scared of a polio virus
But still search for a vaccine
For Itoldyousoitis
Roll up your sleeves
I adhere to older beliefs and challenge ya
According to Gregorian calendar
Time is random and divorced from the moon
Thirteenth month is higher than English
The loose translation is fires extinguished
Cyber liars squeal like untied balloons
Id rather commune with baboons and kingfish
I been searching for the thirteenth month
TURNT Green thumb where there’s no such thing as an unfree lunch
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3. |
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GUILLOTINE
112519
v1
You rich bastards better get to Mars quick
Last night chased 1 down a red carpet
He got to his parked smart car first, dipped widda head start
SHIT so I hit the gas to get fast to pry-vitt air strip
Guards there said “stop,” — they got hearts SPLIT
I caught up to dude, tackled his ankles just a yardstick
from entrance (of) his rich friends’ spaceship,
doors closed (shoomp -- bchhh) Liftoff --
afterburn charred my lips.
“Get martyred here with the rest-of-us”
I said to his neck-stub-as it turned scarlett
Inna distance, airship looked size a parsnip
Time for da bazooka. I’m a line producer.
Get a grip
Skip out onna planet?
S’Gonna be a hard trip
vX
We go all the way And call it a holiday
bring justice to busters we all obeyed
Fix the head, Hoist the rope, let fall the blade
Guillotine
chorus
For trust betrayed, the rusty blade
GUILLOTINE
When they go low, we bury them
GUILLOTINE
The oral tradition is a war of attrition
GUILLOTINE
Spread the wealth or your entrails
GUILLOTINE
v2
I could use a good cry
It’s like i got a wooden eye with a backed up flood inside
I been holdin back tears since before I was born
War is performed wherever foes chose from their order forms
Your new barracks are actually former dorms
Lookin for something? Colder... warmer — mourn!!
Whither thy wisecracks?
Carry a cry mask and dry flask
I ask, ‘you want me to die?’ fine.
We not gonna die last.
For trust betrayed, the rusty blade
chorus
For trust betrayed, the rusty blade
GUILLOTINE
When they go low, we bury them
GUILLOTINE
The oral tradition is a war of attrition
GUILLOTINE
Spread the wealth or your entrails
GUILLOTINE
ruff v3
We in a gilded age filled wid rage
build the stage for the GUILLOTINE
Fix the head, Hoist the rope, let fall the blade
GUILLOTINE
Too sharp for even a feeble scream
People fiend for meaning, not keeping peep holes clean
That's not freedom: you're just bein' mean!
Send you back to the pliocene
It's like we woke up from a fever dream
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big lines
1 GUILLOTINE
2 For trust betrayed, the rusty blade
3 When they go low, we bury them
4 (The) oral tradition is a war of attrition
medium lines
5 Spread the wealth. or your entrails
6 (It's like) we woke up from a fever dream
7 Gilded age filled with rage, build the stage
8 Hold the head, hoist the rope, drop the blade
little lines
9 Too sharp for even a feeble scream
10 People fiend for meaning, not keeping peep holes clean
11 That's not freedom: you're just bein' mean!
12 Send you back to the pliocene
chorus
GUILLOTINE -- For trust betrayed, the rusty blade
GUILLOTINE -- When they go low, we bury them
GUILLOTINE -- The oral tradition is a war of attrition
GUILLOTINE -- Spread the wealth or your entrails
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4. |
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No more fallen pianos or pratfalls
No broad comedy, not flying economy no more
A hundred guitar amps stacked to the wall
No more foreign wars I brought 'em home to y'all
De Gaulle
Cannonball smoke like Gauloises
Chords broke the Les Paul
Neck crack, still float dead hard
Kick drum dead leg bent bars
The bassline black metal, the devil get involved
Hate crimes with effect pedals, the love just dissolved
Or distorted maybe it was never love at all
Still get the band back together, one more tour
Still get the band back together, one more tour
One more tour
In D.C. like HR
'03 Iraqi playing cards
Gold teeth on the bandsaw
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Rare leaf in the jam jar
In D.C. like HR
'03 Iraqi playing cards
Gold teeth on the bandsaw
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Yo
Before you season the food you season the pan
We believe in the truth then believe in the man
Sit a man down, that’s his reason to stand
Unless you’ve got guests, and I got a feast planned
The turntable is set
Hurt radio met with blank stares
Banks scared as we shred tear up angel of debt
Damn shame people do work for Lucifer
We top ten most wanted at a New York music store
Rock for light, talk all night
Shock the White House
Doctor Know Human Rights
Transcend every era or genre
God tier squad feared more than your momma
God tier squad feared more than your momma
One more tour get the band back together
Youngcore, Woods back, handsome as ever
At this level it’s not about formal ability
It’s about normally chilly hearts warm filled nobility
In D.C. like HR
'03 Iraqi playing cards
Gold teeth on the bandsaw
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Rare leaf in the jam jar
In D.C. like HR
'03 Iraqi playing cards
Gold teeth on the bandsaw
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Yo, YOUNGMAN
This is Lili Hayes
Calling to congratulate you on dropping the greatest hip hop record of all time
Listen, and by being the best uncle that you wanted to have honey
You're full of love, full of fucking skills
And you don't look a day over 69 you mother fucker
I love you man, I wish you the best for me and Kevin, congratulation
You made it
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5. |
IF I GOT IT YOU GOT IT
03:46
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IF I GOT IT YOU GOT IT
010920
You win I win
My crew new friends
Your fam my fam
To the end
I win you win
My fam true friends
Crews blend
Peace wins
If I got it you got it
I’m a true product
of family and we
don’t care who bought it
If I got it you got it
You can rely on
Y*O*U*N*G*M*A*N
Mi casa su casa paisan
I hook up hoods
and provide stable jobs
So we can all be at peace
Cook fillets in the park
don’t gotta wait until dark
aint scared a po-lease
niece stubs her toe,
She goes “oh geez —
Uncle youngman you gotta bandaid foe mee’s?”
Hell yeah I do,
get down on old knees
Careful gold rope don’t hit kicks
thighs don’t stretch cold crease
“There ya go sweethot”
‘thanks uncle youngman!!’
“You got it, kid”
Friends is fam,
tenants homies
got whole world in my hands
Let you hold a lease
Fulla hot air? (youre full of hot air!)
jesus, I control breezes
If I got it you got it
I’m a true product
of family and we
don’t care who bought it
If I got it you got it
You can rely on
Y*O*U*N*G*M*A*N
Mi casa su casa paisan
Yeah
If i got it you got nah mean
“Love you to pieces unc younmang!!”
aight
don't get gassed, just cause I an odd number/ I keeps a fun pass, rush hour mob thunder/ T.O.P., no man can put my squad asunder/ I got a GRANT from EUCLID to study the God Number. Put up a Pyramid on Pitkin, up under the Projects/ painting proper proportions, Phi progression of objects. /51° 52' if you’re so inclined/ refined my designs with shines, and in-lines. Please bear in mind, this style has BEEN mines, passed on from predecessors in golden olden times. You ho-holdin a nine, but can't To-Toe the line, Georgy Porgy's to lyte to cold-blow your mind/ he tried putting Pi, multiplied it by diameter, still couldn't equal the circumference of my cypher's parameter. I'll bolt-cutter your fences into Dewey High decimals, behind the handball wall and shatter your spectacles / I eat vegetables / i grow / se(l)f-taught chef / Def fly flow / Smile cheese at fellow retirees inna island breeze / is we chillin? Child please / but to get here I had to act like a wild beast / YOUNGMAN inna castle like a throne room / full moon ‘luminatin frescos from a sewn loom / converted to a science lab w things goin boom / old ideas comin back so soon / gonna act like I never told you humans
If I got it you got it
I’m a true product
of family and we
don’t care who bought it
If I got it you got it
You can rely on
Y*O*U*N*G*M*A*N
Mi casa su casa paisan
Y’all muhtruckaz dint heed my warnings
Erry 3,4 mornings ya need more chlorine
Cuzza da gems I drop on brainstems / But there’s too much toxicity to listen to dem
You win I win
My crew new friends
Your fam my fam
To the end
I win you win
My fam true friends
Crews blend
Peace wins
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6. |
YES
03:19
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YES / CRAWL
041921
The good bad and the ugly
Hood grad will still study
Stood sad in the sudsy
Froth from rain up above me
but when hounded by stressin
Find me countin my blessin
Good health, sound mind for now
compound investment
Slow progress boasts more bags
than drags of strong cess
God bless my young nephs
And nieces
once blew my stack often
long term effect’s napalm
Extra energy use now to stay calm
Thought every stray pro(ble)m
(Could be) solved by a great song
but it’s all in your hands (like a) face palm
Trunk got blown to the side when it caught wind
So branches grow wide to find sun they not in
Fresh starts for stressed hearts aren’t some kinda hot trend
i know now why I mourn when a bad times brought to an end
All the things coulda been, maybe come next
Or the versions of them. In updated context
arms too short to box w god But I got daddy long legs
step over traps in single bound
If it’s not new, can’t bring me down
Know thyself
it takes awhile
I can control words
I Can’t fake a smile
I can strive for greatness
but we all need help
to arrive at basics,
lead, sleep and eat well.
CHORUS
Yes yes yall
Si
assaloolee
Yessiree
um yup thumbs up
me oui
v2
Lotta whipper
Snappers look fer
Father figgers
At ends of cigger-
Ettes and in bottles a liquor
Cuz the ones givin em game
Were driven insane
By livin the same
Every day
Punching walls til
Their fist hurts
But they think skippin complaining
Gives em power of wizards
But simple and plain powers come from listenin to whispers
When I take a stab at
Breakin a habit
I push my limits
Im both agent and lab rat
What’s ingrained and what isn’t
Depends on my prison
Imagined or real
Bishop’s power depends on position
worth three in theory’ll Be 7
If free in the middle
Or None pinned in
the back row, unpack that
I’m not big on diplomacy
unless you skip home with me
flip out listening to records
and rip poems to beats.
But that don’t mean I’m gonna look down on you
just let me live and give sound to truth
CHORUS
Yes yes yall
Si
assaloolee
Yessiree
um yup thumbs up
me oui
041121
V3
Sometimes when i f up,
I feel like a heel
So i look up at sky
and create from sheer will
fierce skill to transmute
fear and doubt to raw rhymes
Is cousin to inspiration
But on-hand at all times
If i dint get it here
I still got it there
Maybe both next time
On the road to repair
If you werent lonely
youd not make art to be loved
But hey theres worse habits
of heart to speak of
Bottom line: stand tall
no matter what
Go getters fall all’a time
Dust off busted butts
And powder our nuts
CHORUS
Yes yes yall
Si
assaloolee
Yessiree
um yup thumbs up
me oui
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7. |
INSPIRED
02:14
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INSPIRED
030120
LUNATIC
I need to be inspired yknow
Yes i know exactly what you mean
I hate that quote **inspiration’s for amateurs**
It’s strictly for professionals
*Y*MAN
Yeah i roll up my sleeves
And slow down believes
Rap’s extremely my shit
I e’en dream in rhyme hits
recall lines at time right beat finds it
Like this one
awareness
On chairlifts, air shifts
Where it’s a breeze of layered directions
Weather vane strains to stay on x axis
Less taxes on sex acts is yes praxis
Check check mic check projects still practice
regardless polish excellence or guest access
big breasted lips do backflips and
beats are the best kid since villain hit madlib’s
first dibs on dabs that make rastas go batshit
But brags bad for karma or oneness committed to
let’s choose positivity love kid in you
LUNATIC
I need to be inspired yknow
*Y*MAN
yknow
Most people skip town ‘fore allow beats to strip down
can tell got screws loose from my stripped Crown
Writing is WIP, drawings drips sound
took trip round world on clipper ship
wid light sail last night, let’s dip and grip ground
Rap’s extremely my shit
e’en dream in rhyme hits
recall lines at time right beat finds it
nothin to prove
in love widda boof
stuff izza troof
cousin of youth
Is sleep
It’s deep
Let’s get some REM
Scrum on a drum
Mic is my pen
Cycle is done
Call psychos my friend
LIKE (MEEE??)
Yeah you
(LIKE)
My shower thoughts power watts
N sometimes i dont know if it’s now or not
(JUST CALL ME……)
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8. |
MEDICALLY INDUCED COMA
02:42
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022420 6am
M.I.C. (Medically Induced Coma)
V1
Quarantine turning me orange and green like hairstyles’ rare files hardcore scene
Take oppressors to slaughterhouse
Father-spouse-truckers not about to drown us in bottled doubt
Rip limb from limb like pork sausage
Core message more profit? check your options
🎶 Ooh baby hell is a place on Earth 🎶
Dive face first into razor blade reservoir
You’re tailor made, yes you are, the best by far 2 test out a stressed out cattle car
When you come out as mince meat
Won’t be no battle scar
You tipped over our apple cart
They’re not heroes
They’re victims
Create a f'ed up world and clap for people who die in it?
Why cynical condescension infinite
Think they’ll murder the USPS?
I'm out the speculation game
As for expectations? Same
That’s where education came
In handy
I gave Capitalism a medically induced coma
My momma raised me to cease life for producers of hermetically sealed trauma
known ta do da same to police and whoever claims to be ya owna
Even my stinko salami is pinko commie
And when you drink gold honey you’ll wanna join me
That’s why I got crew called Commie's Angels
They’ve got a strange tell… You could pick them out From the crowd... the ones who stabbed th' nazi in the neck
chorus 10am
Even my stinko salami is pinko commie
Every oval disc in my spine is hardline socialist
I only have hanky panky with tankies
For foreplay we angle for bank freeze
I'm about violent revolution, silent resolution,
and smilin execution from cartilage bridge of my ribs
down to my dang knees
V2
I brought my lil commieboo ontoo Phil Donny-hue
I castigate every last gassy asshole of late.
I got a fever for equity and the only prescription is more smash-the-state
No country for old countries
I’ll punt these dunce caps out the park e’en with these bum knees
FIELD GOAL!
And the crowd goes wild
No child left behind with these loud tho mild
dog food brain white liberals Alpo-styled
Chorus
Even my stinko salami is pinko commie
Every oval disc in my spine is hardline socialist
I only have hanky panky with tankies
For foreplay we angle for bank freeze
I'm about violent revolution, silent resolution,
and smilin execution from cartilage bridge of my ribs
down to my dang knees
smilin execution from cartilage bridge of my nose
Down to the dank beast
THANK YEE
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9. |
NO
03:39
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LOOKIT ME
V1
0524ish20
//A resounding yes to cutting heads off officials compounding deaths //
These wine moms are ruthless and sexist and when they’re filled with thousands of bullets they’ll make dem exits
totally different men said “you’re the white me”
Being Black must be lonely sure putting it lightly
//Demand freedom from Vietnam to Antietam
Bungalow
Fungal toe//
Cult of death
Tell the truth?
Don’t hold your breath
Stop calling teen moms milfs
She not old til she lean on stilts
When we close ranks on you old skanks, banks go first bang bang bang point blank
They are the true death of us, the white moderate
Because white is not white and moderate is not moderate
The hotter it gets the less the slaughter will register
They will forgive and forget whoever collects debts on a stretcher
They fell for their brainwashing hook line and sinker
As Jews get less white viewed as bookbinding stinkers
When I get riled up
Eyes dilate
Dialed up wild child erupt
Third eyes open words wise dope and nuff lift styles up
Each line a new car in a pile up a mile high up
so don’t pump ya breaks ffs RISE UP
CHORUS
V2
051320
Pacificism aids and abets
The state level violence that hates and rejects
Peace love and the tolerant
Mint dollars and guns
Infinite funds to keep skates on our necks
It’s not socialism for rich
It’s anarchy for all
When you own resources
Who cares salaries fall
Mahatma is not the goddamn man to recall
Starvation’s like hunger strike
We want x’s younger tike plan to resolve
Bull Connor’s bullwhip buried w full honors
It’s rude to say my family died in the camps
Brutal slayings await
Swear your riding with champs
Dungeon of denial is surprisingly damp
I expected desert dryness as your eyelids
As you divide up the clams
Deny the sweet science something dies in the dance
I finally figured out how to say it
Did you see raging bull
His job is to lose
Short term, Paid in full
So how come dems don’t cry after thrown such a heavy swing
……. Cuz they done it for years
And you can get used to anything
CHORUS
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10. |
ALL IN A DAY*S WORK
02:45
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all in a day's work
021520
morning
all in a day's work
stay alert, do dirt
and praise earth
afternoon
Which side you on, life or death?
As long as I possess breath, I'ma rise against
I’ll batter you, batter you,
til ur a snaggletoothed chattering boob
Speedbag sound like paradiddles
Bury your middle in a babbling brook full of carrion
Ask Maid Marian to play a pair of Arab fiddles
Gotta start somewhere
from Zuccotti Park to Tiananmen Square
You gotta be a preeminent nothing
to ignore it’s the end of an er/a
As the pendulum swings
even my friends are scared of
the better world they can’t imagine
Yes you can!
Si se puede
Enough already
I bust refrains
So much to gain
Trust your pain
chorus
all in a day's work
stay alert, do dirt
and praise earth
evening
Dear haters
I came in the game way better than you
Now it’s twenty years later
I’m top tier bar none from far flung to your nearest neighbor
And my producers kick ass bc their ears hear flavor
I'm not sayin I’m a clear savior
but this is a weird seder
Leapin lizards
I'm so steeped in wizard powers,
opponents speak in whispers
Who brought the vegan desserts question mark
Oops I forgot this isn’t speech to text
The lesson’s sharp
They wanna kill whoever wanna free the secret prisoners
I brought a robber baron’s daughter Sharon along on a lotta errands
She was hot as a sauna like her mama
Bottle blonde appearance
She ended up robin hoodin her inheritance to a bunch of urchins
We took some hairpin curves together
Idk however how daughter’s parents overlooked Legionnaires’ Disease (oh!) squeezed through their air vents
The grass is (always) greener on the other side of my massive weiner where you’ll find a classic piece of ass, meaner than Catherine Keener
When I stunt on em
I'm a phenomen/on
Bottomless talent with Brahmin knowledge
that’s uncommon
While you weaker than a plastic carabiner
My safe word is danger
Don’t drink the Kool Aid or paint thinner
to test your brain limit
It’s a big club and you ain’t in it
chorus
all in a day's work
stay alert, do dirt
and praise earth
Nighttime
You’re not supposed to always go for nuclear option but I’m forced to push your cochlear implant so near your brain stem it’s as if you were in a toaster oven with a shotgun
One oligarch against another is like completion of the hammer
No illusion of’a camera can change cold shadow (we) feel around us
as it falls upon us in a parab’la
Slow motion almost at its crest and then perceive acceleration downward
Money bundlers and personal handlers powerhose our puddles off th’ streets as if our dead bodies were marchers in ‘sixties (in) Alabama
Make your mark
guns don’t play darts
Tranquilizer
banks’ Bullseyes are
1 place to start
I’m gonna go as far as I can possibly go I know I’m the greatest lyricist alive, too bad it doesn’t matter though
it’s scorched earth
observe poor serf roll in from stork perch
Tour Merch worth more than Fort Worth
forklifts forage thru storage
dwarfed by fjords formed first
world warms, wharf bursts
New York fresh to death rebirth
chorus
all in a day's work
stay alert, do dirt
and praise earth
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// Hitler got better press than ghandi blondie so don’t tell me it’s beyond me.
We gon’ see a lot more cappos as gap grows, from those closest to yes even folks on stage at rap shows
When do you switch sides?
If you pledge support too early
surely your first pitch dies
Then again tactical alliances can get goal done faster But we can’t reward the rich’s lies or seem hesitant
there must be precedent 2 emulate when you wait to change stratagem
At what point do we merge mobs that’ll spin the battle hymns?
What you call compromise
We call honest lies
promise dies in days
They say wrong is wise//
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11. |
GALACTIC LUV
02:39
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GALACTIC LUV
071420
V1
Last night
my nefew asked me if I’d look after him / In the event lil bro died in an accident / I looked him in the eye and said god forbid / But it’s not just mi casa su casa. you’re my kid / And you can tell that to each one of your friends / I got more love than can fit in government pens / I got more love than can be held by trees round a lake / I got more love than people I know take / I got a type of love everyone’s supposed to have / But gets beat the fuck outtem when they hold back a laugh / Theyre taught that to survive life they got to hold back / I got love most people I know lack / I love you like crazy, call it sappy if you want / We all from levant / and you deserve love whether or not rap savant / better than sap, I call it maple syrup / Take a lyric from tree of life, turntables stir it up / And you can tell all your lil pals this as well / Youngman the IRL miss clavel
CHORUS
Galactic love
Impacts the globe
Universal affection rehearses perfection
We don’t gotta be blood relatives to love or let a fella live
Tell em if
I lift up reality and dispel a myth
V2
when republican creature
Fug with ya teacher /
And democrat don’t do squat /
Snot a bug Issa feature /
But I got more love than they got hate /
Not great to hang w them /
Prefer hot date with a prostate exam /
I am on my 15th career /
It’s all right to start late
You new in town /
to think can slow down my thought rate /
This sublime gentleman combines divine feminine with masculine excellence /
I’m one with the planets /
We call Gaia Mother Earth in a desperate attempt to correct a death cult imbalance /
When push come to shove
Unconditional love will stomp out hate with a barishnokov ballet shoe
Raise you as my own
This song iconic and real
The Platonic ideal mnemonic I feel the Milky Way can blow my curly hair silky straight / I’m here to rehabillytate the land and really be great
So pile in to my clown car and partake of my bottomless food bag, dude grab a pal, bathe in light of our round star
CHORUS
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PEAK BOSS
04:44
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What is this? No-Basco Sauce?
Warning: may actually cause heat loss
Ingredients: desalinated whimper tears
It's strained through cheese cloths
The cost, cheap
It's made in a facility that makes nothing
It might contain some small traces of vacuums, but y'know
Total fail! Falls well below Scoville scale
Make way for weaklings
For people who consider quitters Greek gods
Check, check please
Ya weak sauce, I'm peak boss
Because, freak beats like I got no recourse
Ya weak sauce, I'm peak boss
Because, freak beats like I got no recourse
I'm peak boss, ya weak sauce
Because I freak beats like I got no recourse
I'm peak boss, ya weak sauce
Because I freak beats like I got no recourse
Please re-check your figures, I think you got your math off
There's a big sale today. All wigs is half-off
Please move along, nothing to peep here
Keep buying Mexican cheap beer during a Mayan leap year
Lotta people asleep here, musta forgot that
No matter how hard your fall you can't turn your clock back
Tried robbing this obelisk stone for a sundial
But every autumn they gotta move it one mile
I brung style young guile can’t comprehend
Your donkey friend wants me to end my lung bible
Cuz he Kant defend the ideology he subscribes to
Purchased wholesale by the neurons in his nursery school
Where bibles are inhaled
Tribal vibes come at you with more than five senses
And get under your skin, like your wives’ menses
Live frenzies erupt between jive friends, jeez
When I arrive, envy sloth and wrath jump the turnstiles
They don’t want it with me. I wear demon repellent
I’m not suggestible
And may be left leaning but my right leaves a streaming exit wound
Ouch, picking teeth out my knuckles
Luck of the draw, stuck in your craw, chuckin your jaw
In the glass recycling receptuckle
Good thing I’m ya favorite uncle, cuz I’m ya only uncle
And I cling to life like a barnacle on a carbuncle
I had to look that up it’s kinda gross
And when it’s time for you to marry I’ll give the finest toast
Mofos think they rhyme the best, they just rhyme the most
Knocking on my door I’m like read the sign it’s closed
Vagina flows, designer clothes
Metaphor for pedicure paint ya nails and shine ya toes
Why your chromosomes intertwined with hoes?
I don’t always wanna ride a flow
With my sixth finger
I’m a big singer, sang lead for Winger
I go la la la la la till she says shaddap
Played hair metal with a spare pedal for wah-wah
But nowadays he won’t settle for nada
I had a piña colada with Kinya Hanada
He scopes the scene through a green bottle
Mean shot’ll go between your oblongattle and ya uvula
It would behoove ya to remove yourself from the rodeo
It's Do Mi Do Day and I'ma cross between Oblio and Opio
The go-to guy for sending wisenheimers the way of the dodo
Surprising rhymers in fly pyjamas
Hate to say I told you so
Actually, I don't mind it a bit
Rewinded a hit each and every time I got reminded to quit
Started outlaw, now raw, defining legit
I signed into it
The dotted line crossed time-space, half-vector half-point
I mint money and coin words
Girls and boys, I'm the shit
I’m outta control
Ya proud of your role as a downer
So I howl from my soul loud as a whole town
That boy good, cracked joy floods
Rock bottoms fills potholes that’s the power of goals
Legend grows, heaven knows
Friends and foes both feel it heads to toes
I keep rhyme books stacked in several rows
You keep weak sauce in your purse
Dunno what’s worse
Your terrible lyrics or execrable flows
Ya weak sauce, I'm peak boss
Because I freak beats like I got no recourse
I'm peak boss, ya weak sauce
Because I freak beats like I got no recourse
I'm peak boss, ya weak sauce
Because, freak beats like I got no recourse
I'm peak boss, ya weak sauce
Because, freak beats like I got no recourse
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MC Paul Barman New York, New York
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