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1. |
TiiiGHTWAD.
04:20
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TiiiGHTWAD.
I’m ice cream on your pie charts, spaghetti in your suit pocket,
Buddy the Elf, baby, I’m high arts
So follow me where the lights aren’t, this mine’s dark
dig in with diamond heart flick a flint til I find a spark
My visine has a night job, my iPod is a crime scene, my rhyme scheme is a tightwad,
unh
I write things to define thoughts the sly talk is my high beam,
shine gleams off the bright arcs
Align stars to combine memes,
spaghetti on your mom’s sweater, Lady the Tramp, I think she likes me>
Collide teeth til the bite barks,
I keep the canines sharp for prime fine dining on hind parts, unh
If mic dropping’s a pipe dream
my life seems to be quite odd with time lost to that Spike Lee
I might not do the right thing. my sightseeking defies marks. I spy blocking and climb free
And now that high wall is behind me—
Alamoed.
Scrape the ice carving my pie piece
A la mode
Bank a tight wad with the rhyme scheme
A la mode
/Take the write-off for the visine/
A la mode
I’m pop tarts in your briefcase
Travolta smoking Apples
Strolling back to the table happy to see shake
I’ll get it twisted in Plainview
bowling on any given Sunday rolling a pinner clearing a lane through >>
That revelation was threefold:
I’m zorro with the blade
so when I aim for the basement I bring my sheep home.
Will there be buds to be cured still?
There sure will— it’s sheer will how I shear wool, and keep clones.
I’m trichomes on your ‘loupe’ (loop) lens
Resinating your soft-clippers
Siphoning gas out of a few stems
flock to me and my flue friends
The medicine is musical; the music is medicine til the groove ends
I move ‘pens’ with these one twos,
infuse ‘bread’ with the edible spread for the true heads on the front stoops
And it’s about to get magical when they sing back
They say I’m fly and I sleigh? buddy, believe that…
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2. |
RUMSPRiiiNGA.
04:20
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RUMSPRiiiNGA.
The humdinger
Champion Unseater
flow bipolar;
hi-lower
sub-tweeter
so sick with it I kick it like Son Chiba
so slick with it I flip it like drug dealers
and yes, my 16s sweet like young divas
flow over 2 16s like one liter
stay spitting 'M 16s like gunslingers
and I'm ...
look
I'm thiiird person.
Crack open your minds eye recognize mines
the thiiird one,
I am the second father’s first son,
I am the crest beyond the reservoir that gets the water worked up-
Betcha bottom dredger I’ll emerge
under earth dug rumble ready,
huddle heavy up in the lurch perch heckle hustle,
pebble rubble peppers the shirt grubby muddy messy,
when sudden pressure lurk a lung burp a resin bubble,>
but he’s never humble >>>
the tall dark sheep of the flock cream of the crop,
I baa baa bleat to the knock keeping it hot
I walk hall seething and jot seeping the clock til
My dog bark feet finna pop need a new sock,
Like ‘aw darn I ballparked cheap but it’s not’
Let’s pawn all heat from the shop, sweeten the pot
My song’s on repeat in your car? Keep it in park breathe in the bars don’t reach for the aux that beat’s gonna drop and it’s me...
I’m MC3PO (3po)
One man Wolfpack caliber tactics I got this,
How many times you defeat me ZerCall me Black GalifianakisYou ain’t a conscious rapper if you slept on me! Now get ready cuz this is God tier— the definition of top gear
I am not you. I am not from this planet
My skill’s like my complexion, it’s not fair
Ain’t going to shows I trade flows in repose and stay focused
ain’t locally known I lay low in my home and blame covid
But take note of this growth; I changed hopes into goals and gained closure,
I’ll gain hold of this code, then trade quarters and go til it’s game over
Crack open my pried mind it’s high time- to find light- let it shine back like hind sight,
Define hype rewind track supply rap til five mics refine that til it rhymes right
I— might switch up the flows If I’m disposed,
ride my rhythmic roads– brick em in gold,
drive by whichever quotes were hitting most,
Folks, we’re gettin close.., O’s up in my bowl peep the
auteur bender with spoon ready to go pursue peppers and toast
orange juice express from the grove,
According to some boring dudes in professional coats, i’m balanced breakfast to go,
and i’m a damn SNACK
Effortful growth veteran craftmatic
yes I’m a rap addict best you should know I rock and I’m that Crack,
I see you nodding in your dad’s van
“jesus that’s hot” Yeah! So don’t reach for that aux! slap your own hand back like
*slap*
(bad fan!)
If my spit is indicative of my sickness then listen to what my visage is dripping it’s
(Gobstopper your jaw drops when I get in your face)
I’m So fly you might have to swat me. My dope lines-
(My filibuster is a grill adjuster, my skill’ll fluster)
I’m kinda like Kanye in reverse cause my beats
(you’ll get combusted by the quill eruption)
because my beats are ok but I’m great with a verse
I’ll spit it over and over until you’re over it
Ain’t going to shows I make flows in repose and stay focused
Ain’t locally known I lay low in my home and blame covid
But take note of this growth; I changed hopes into goals and gained closure,
I’ll break out of my mold and trade chorus to flow
It’s GAME ON little
chinny chins time to fall off drop’s imminent, got yall medicine, lockjaw liniment,
Crocstar giving you that raw raw penmanship
dungeon drampa blowin hogwash hinges in,
If ya think o cop cars kindling
And you’re antinazi then you’re not my nemesis,
I been blockin all- “All Lives” bigoted,
I do not give a shit yall can stop listening
Hold up, lesson one, do not engage
The fourth wall is not the facade that I gotta break
I’m behind a shade, shadow puppetry on display
But it’s all a myth, pepper sniff, I’m Mark Payne>>
Oh snap! I left my kid on “playin with false hope”,
my dark days could shock most I
bought- poles,
And god dang it let that aux- go it’s not over!
I’m Joshing you, 3 is a lot that’s all folks.
Respond. echo bravo.
Thiiird yearns to burst free from the cerebral
Walk in the spot with astonishing swagger
But that don’t matter though, Because the moment that Island, Galapagos
You heard perfect lines witnessed
earth bursting rhymes
handle talk like I’m bad at ball
I’m a Real lyrical humdinger
I bring it straight to you, I don’t take it behind the back at all
fucking up sixteens religiously Rumspringa
Reach for the auuuuux woody voice
How could you not smell that pepper
Damn mister deejay that shit was fire
Are you my real stepdad?
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3. |
STALACTiiiTE.
04:34
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STALACTiiiTE.
Remember about caves?
You know caves?
this is a song about caves
LISTEN UP
Something ain’t sounding right
Sticking out from the ground like a
stalactite,
STALACTITE
the frowners are frowning twice
the crowd delights in scowls at the
Stalactite
(Stalactite!)
Surrounded by the mice,
The owl so proud and bright can doubt it’s flight
(Wow!)
.Thinkin the trouts are about to bite
(Chowder chime)
the sound of a
stalactite
Whenever I’m looking down it’s nice
I can count on finding stalactites that’s a mound of ice
Whenever I scroll up down replies I can count the sighs of grouchy guys that compound my likes
(wow!)
They say I don’t pronounce it right
They denounce the type
(atcually they’re found up high)
They’ve got a pound of science
and not an ounce of spite
expound enlighten and pout when I shout my crime
Im being wrong on the internet
I’m worng on the internet
Wrong on the intrenet I’m
Wrong on, the internet
I’m wrong on the internet
And y’all on the internet
In a net, Hook in every line like a fisherman
the scientists are looking to remind me you’re listenin
crying til youre swimming in the brine where I cast for bites
relax don’t whine we’re mining for stalactites
Listen up
Something ain’t sounding right
Sticking out from the ground like a
STALACTiiiTE
(STALACTiiiTE!)
the frowners are frowning twice
the crowd delights in scowls at the
STALACTiiiTE
(STALACTiiiTE)
Surrounded by the mice,
The owl so proud and bright can doubt it’s flight
(Wow! Wow!)
.Thinkin the trouts are about to bite:
Chowder chime!!!
and I won’t apologize;
Lets skip to the heaIiiing.
first things first they stick to the ceiIing
Strictly the real “g’s” rise from the ashes.
I’m a “stalagmit”.
sit with the feeling.
Grip for the “heel”
when “I kill these” on a bridge
Troy with the Troll game
Binny’s on the fridge 👦🏾🥶
Boy with his own name
chillin on a cold day
spilling out a “no they DIDN’T” on a binge
And my inner, it’ll get into a glimmer
when I throw bait
Fly with the rhythm in the river
when I flow fake
Fisherfolk found a lot of fish
in they own way
taught me how to spit
got the ripple bringing dinner to my own plate
-UNH!-
In the low wake zone where the profane go and I know they know I’m a splashy type,
I call my HOME state HOME and we’re live via Satellite…
thiiird person servin the STALACTiiiTE!
LISTEN UP
Something ain’t sounding right
Sticking out from the ground like a
stalactite,
STALACTITE
the frowners are frowning twice
the crowd delights indelightin scowls at the
Stalactite
(Stalactite)
Surrounded by the mice,
The owl so proud and bright can doubt it’s flight
(Wow! Wow! Wow!)
. the trouts are about to bite
Chowder chime the sound of a
stalactite
Listen up
Something ain’t sounding right
(Wow!Wow!)
I’m wrong on the internet
I said it wrong on the internet
wrong on the internet
and now something ain’t sounding right
(STALACTiiiTE!)
I’m wrong on the internet
(Wow! W-Wow! Wow!)
Im wrong on the internet
Listen up
something ain’t sounding right
I guess i said it wrong on the internet
I guess I’m the nostalgic type
Remember when we shouted
(STALACTiiiTE)?
yeah it was sounding nice
do you ever sit down to write,
get proud of lines,
spit em six thousand times?
now thats an awfully hot style to gawk.
big brain from the plato’s cave:
i call it StalacTop
i get people creeping around the block
correcting how i talk
cause i stim shady, and clown a lot
so listen up to the sound advice:,,,
if you know the word- you wanna ‘correct’
then the word already sounds alright
no need to take me downtown to vice
if you cop my discog
(i already marked down the price)
you’ll see the feelings i pronounce precise
i put em down right, til they going down right
it’s downright brown/white how i be giving u the biz
cause i’m mixed and I stick it to your ribs like a pound of rice
so LISTEN UP…
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4. |
HiGHFUNCTiONiNG.
04:32
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HiGHFUNCTiONiNG
i love my dreams when they’re wild and new
i hate my feet when it’s time to move
they make me think that the ground is glue
this aint geometry but imma need a thousand proof
before i do what im about to do
i love my dreams when they stretch and swoon
i hate my drinks when there’s extra room
dont make me think about what’s left to lose
i take a second stay connected to the next and move
before the sorrows and the stress consume
im hiiigh
functioning
above the shit
And riiight
under it
i must admit
is myyy
fuck it script
like “fuck this shit
the fun’s a blip
i’m done let’s dip”
i’m getting up
hiiigh
functioning
above the rim
and riiight
under this
i must admit that
myyy, fuckitness
could dunk me in
i hate to win
it loves to swim
i’m giving up giving up giving up
im giving up giving up giving up x3
because i’m feeling triple negative
I said cacao to cacao to cacao
I set the timing of the sound if its now then it’s now
I’m at a 9 from just the flower that bounced in in the couch
I’m out when I’m out and then I’m out for some ounces amounts
hard to fit grindset in the grinder
hard to keep mindset with reminders
fucked up my time machine on external drive
now i cant even find sets in my Finder
garage smells like chocolate
life is like a box and i just hotbox in it
I run away from my way in a way
blow a veil above my day til its gray then its great,
“my brain’s gonna crave what it craves it’ll make some mistakes”
I say what I say but it ain’t gonna change what it aint:
If i was brave i’d let the feelings breathe
really grieve
dont wanna know the range of the pain so I’m
hiiigh
functioning
above the shit
but riiight
under it
i must admit
is myyy
fuck it script
like fuck this shit
the fun’s a blip
i’m done let’s dip
i’m getting up
hiiigh
functioning
above the rim
and riiight
under this
i must admit that
myyy, fuckitness
could dunk me in
i hate to win
it loves to swim
i’m giving up giving up giving up
im giving up giving up giving up x3
because i’m feeling triple negative
but
im giving up giving up
im giving up giving up giving up giving up
im giving up giving up
im giving up giving up giving up giving up
im giving up giving up
im giving up giving up giving up giving up
I love my dreams while my eyes are closed
I hate the hurry when it’s time to go
It makes me worry that my mind is slow
This aint theology but imma need to pry the stone
Before i synthesize my highs and lows
i love my dreams when they soar and swoop
i hate to sing and i abhor the booth
it makes me think about my purest truth
i’ll sit with stress and under pressure of the More To Prove
then make a mess of what I’m born to do
i love the lies that i tell myself
i hate the self when i tell my lies
i loved myself when i felt my highs
i’m breaking tolerance til i convince myself and i
to be the wings i need to help me fly
i love my dreams cause they’re wild and new
i make my peace cause it’s time to move
don’t raise a drink for what i’m bout to do
i take a breath and stay connected to a high that’s true
my stems are seeded and i’m grinding through
i’m high functioning
productive shit
cause my
bucket list
is fucking sick
of my
fuck it script
like fuck that script
it’s fun to win
you love this shit
the jig is up
high functioning
above the mist
i line
up the mix
and punch it in
and ride…
i said cacao to cacao
i said cacao to cacao, i said cacao to cacao,
it’s just thiiird myself and i
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5. |
End Averse;
03:20
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End Averse;
I tried trying but it hurt so
I tried lying in the dirt
Vibing with the earth
(Low)
Went on a drive and missed the swerve,
Know I can’t try trying til it works
I’m violence averse
(Grow)
Now all I try to end is verses (versus)
Attend to purpose
Combine the lines to flip and burn
(Flow)
Life has been preserved
Lies have been unlearned
Grind has been returned
Skating over shame
Crisis in a vert
(Go)
Late to know I can’t
Hide the shit that hurts with
Vicodins and Percs
Novocaine
Silencing my nerves,
(No.)
I came to know my pain
Cried to give it birth (berth)
Like- a kid to nurse
Hold the baby GOAT,
Smile and whisper first:
“It’s ok. What you need?”
…now I’m the listener.
(Glow)
Get some space just to breathe
So I don’t miss a word
And someday I believe-
I’ll finally get unearthed
So when my thoughts have been a curse,
watch me end averse (;)
…
And when I can’t get over,
i try to dig deep
but the ground won’t move
I guess there’s no way around it
I won’t lay down
What I gotta go through yeah
And when the pain complains I make space for it
My brain can’t ignore it and stay sane
I need days and days to maintain
But they only hit one at a time
I’ll hit em one at a time…
It’s ok. What you need? (I’ll hit em one at a time)
i tried colliding but i rolled so
i tried to hide within my dome
dying/living slow
got up too high to hit the road
yo i gotta quit living like a ghost
i got a kid at home
now when i medicate it’s music
i’ll wait to use it
until i get through folding clothes
dishes in a row
swiffering the flo’
litter’s getting thrown
working through the guilt
mission critical
cuz i overstand
shit isn’t a joke
giving minimal
digging into holes
spending principal (spinning principle)
and when i’m holding back it’s
withering my soul
my rhythms been opposed
to grip the little woes
and rip and hit the growth
it’s ok that what i wanted was indefensible
but i cannot pretend i know and then defend it though
cause today i intend to sow the seeds of better works
I’ll try trying in the dirt
see me end averse
And when I can’t get over,
i try to dig deep
but the ground won’t move
I guess there’s no way around it
I won’t lay down
What I gotta go through yeah
And when the pain complains I make space for it
My brain can’t ignore it and stay sane
I need days and days to maintain
But they only hit one at a time
I’ll hit em one at a time…
It’s ok. What you need? (I’ll hit em one at a time)
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VOCAL
STiiiM
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sharing the stuff that gets stuck in
my head. i hope it makes you feel how it makes me feel.
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