1. |
Water Full Of Fins
02:47
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Water full of fins
It’s a breeze
Passing through a water full of fins
No receipt -- save your paper
I’ma go do it again, pass through a water full of fins
No sleep
Now what you see
Now what you see is what you get
And what I’ve got, I’ve gotta keep
I let it breathe,
Steer the ship past a water full of fins
And right into a party full of freaks
You see?
‘Cause I see
Passing through a water full of fins
Ain’t no better way to be …
Passing through a water full of fins
Laying low on the dock
Can’t flow from the dock
Gotta dive in the deep
Unsure of the knots
They say it’s pure when it’s not
They say it’s pure when it’s not
Untying the knots, untying the knots
Laying low and what not...
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2. |
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Smoke some weed to cap the night
So I can calm my nerves so I don’t have to fight
Way to handsome right, fly romantic type
What suits me better, action camera lights
What you talkin’ bout, what you rappin’ like
Word to Granny Smith, yeah the apple ripe
And the sample spliced, yeah the Lackner’s nice
And the black is bright, under candle light
Flippin words since Vanna White
Got a Wheel of Fortune, mad appetite
We gonna jam tonight, my right hand to write
Make some time to rest, understand this life
We gonna ahhh tonight, hardcore hardcore
Da me beso por favor mi amor
Don’t get caught up in the hype and the applause
Not gonna show my ass just to see your drawers
I can have it or not, either or
Do it for emotional response, do it for emotional response
The other day I was looking at the backs of my hands
And I’ll be damned if I didn’t recognize what I saw
Nose to the grindstone, I’ve been working, and, man,
All my knuckles are busted and my fingers are raw
In public, I pocket ‘em, so I guess I understand
If you assume from a distance and think you know it all
But I would reconsider that entirely, man,
You say you hustle but your hustle has slowed to a crawl
Too busy nitpicking and bitching about a laundry list
Of shit you shouldn’t have concerned yourself with from the jump
You’ll never admit that you’re bitter and brittle, buddy,
You better look inward or you’ll forever be labeled a chump
Figured I’d mention it while the engine in revving
The hammer stay hot and the hammer stay present
The wheels start spinning wherever the road veers
And I’m through putting bullshit in my ears
Live and learn, let it go, bring it back
Wait your turn, when it’s time, then attack
Simple as that…
Do it for emotional response
Do it for emotional response of the vine
I keep my feelings locked inside the vault bae you lying
It's brutal like a physical assault no denying
It's sexy when you do your little walk you're the finest
Specimen known to man specified every plan, that I got for you cause you was special then, only when
I realized that you was politickin' and lickin' every little chicken you felt was worthy of dickin' you slippin'
And you wanna force my hands (Hans) like solo
Man, now the trip to France is a no go
But, yes indeedy ol' D done got on her greedy a bevy of Sugar Daddies and all I do is roll beedies
They never seein' my titties, just show em' a little pitty
Then get the stack, bring the money back to my piggy bank, Ricky Lake, why the fuck you tryna talk my ear off GOSH! You do it for emotional response
From Moi, but muah
Signing off, au revoir
You get satisfaction by getting a reaction outta me
You get satisfaction by getting a reaction outta me
Do it for emotional response, outta me
Do it for emotional response, outta me
Do it for emotional response
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This goes out to all you cats
Silent dancing on a pilot mansion, welcome to a party scene
Ashy knees with a dry scalp cracking coconuts for body sheen
Baby oil for the gasoline came all the way here to hear us go
Sum of all fears hit the nearest door, baby mama smoking let me clear my throat
I put the flame to it Captain made me do it, at ease on that crazy fluid
Chatty Kathy spare the details for a Dem-God, not much on my mem card
Poor lighthouse got the ship loss, poor lighthouse got the ship loss
New subplot whole lotta pitfalls, wonder where it flip flopped
Wires got crisscrossed, master got ticked off
Master got hip tossed in a dutch oven
Now I’m slumming like a beach bum teased with the push of another big button
Cat man coming, cat man coming
Tell everybody that the cat man coming
Streets so irregular they read like novellas
Let the storytellers tell it if the storytellers tell it
We got so high, we touched the sky
Miss Mary Mack with Sally on the side
That’s what I tell myself -
So now you know
(Bout time that you had a good time)
(Bout time that you had a good time)
Now we got all the nerves out, crowd is loud like it’s presidential
Don’t be offended by the boy talk, just close your ears and give me less attention
Detroit dehydrated all eyes on me feeling violated
Mama outside in the car waiting, scary in the streets I need a ride to safety
In the Mazda racing with the paparazzi
Pictures upload instantaneous, miscellaneous text text text
Like I miss you baby
Cat woman coming, cat woman coming
Tell everybody that the cat woman coming
She gon turn it out and she gon blow it up
Soon as she show up don’t talk to me
Not a time better to get it all together
Batter batter, gotta bring it tough like leather
What a hell of a setup, hadn’t meant for the meta
But I never know what the pen will develop
See, it’s part of a dilemma that I doubt will ever let up
Part of a dissent that I really wish that I wasn’t privy to
Lot of little ones wondering how to get a leg up
Better listen to intuition and keep the other voices at a minimum
Sometimes, you gotta get a lot of words in
Sometimes are a little more urgent
I see them feet are running
Hey, them cat people are coming
Gotta feeling you gonna mess yourself if you don't check yourself
You got in here for pennies on the dollar
Let me see you smile, let me hear you holler
That smell when the water hit the metal
Boy you outta here
Bout time that you had a good time, bout time that you had a good time
Now do that Catmandance, that Catmandance
Use your claws not your hands
Bout time bout time bout time
Cats had a good time
Now stretch it out, stretch it out
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4. |
Feral Kids
03:11
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Man fell from the sky and hit his noggin
Bleeding on the crossroads he started rhyming
But you gotta promise me you gotta promise
Don’t tell nobody bout this just being honest
I heard he was a rapper and a giant
He was on the church steps but he was kicking science
Drawing on the dollars, studying the cosmics
Surrendered to the woman and he traveled by toboggan
Break the brittle system like a cheddar biscuit
Taking all the swords to the picket fences
Taking all this war to the boards and switches
Loving two or more in his morning britches
Mad superstitious, led a mass new militia
Snatch the cash from the rich, mixing up the social clubs at Buena Vista
All designer privilege, afro-futuristic
Strapped up on his uniform and now they apprehensive
Genocide still genocide, thank the lord that you still alive
I’m a wild boy, I’ma stay alive, I been alive,
I’ma stay alive
More feral, more feral more feral kids
Not sterile not sterile not sterile kids
More feral more feral, not sterile not sterile
Sun shining, hallelujah
Call up Buckley, and Leonard Cohen, too
I know the former’s fate, so I go to the other side
To jet ski and drink tea in the afterlife
Ice cream and apple pie
Ever so apropos
Man ascended from soil for more than tapping toes
The skin is shedding, we’re beginning a new episode
No longer wooed by the one-dimension centerfolds
It’s finger foods, it’s fickle feuds, see, when you lit the fuse,
Those little things don’t cut the mustard like they used to do
Keeping it moving on that walk, man, Sony
Catching people misstepping and putting ketchup on their coneys, ah!
You thought you knew those kids, you thought you knew em
You thought you knew those kids, you thought you knew em
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Finding meaning in things that don’t have meaning
Takeaway all the things that don’t have meaning
Leave you with a half ton of humanity
Fill the bathtub with my anatomy
My flesh fail that paper bag test, forgive my vanity
Rip your heart out like Kano, Mortal Kombat fatality
Just ran into my ex, she was at the Baltimore Gallery
Saddened to see her lonely barely spoke to her
She got mad at me
But the backstory of this ex was a Shakespearean tragedy
So whatever I turned the page, I’m doing better
Found my voice again, a Queen to protect my neck
What’s up Netta
Had a few things to get off my chest, I’m so meta
Sick of nights taking Ls, I’m the King so clever
And that’s checkmate
Another World Is Happening, I say that till my death day
Save it in your notes and write it in an essay
I don’t mind grinding but I do mind dying
Do my best to get by, what I find
What a find
Need to see how things really are
Keeping me from things outside myself
Staring at the ceiling, I’ve been staring at the ceiling
Blindsided by that summer nosedive
My seventh letter 86’d it
Chest full of turbulence, feeling like our flight back from NOLA
Haven’t seen our garden in so long
Let it grow on, it is all love
Had to bury my best friend in the backyard
Of a house that I know I’ll never make a home of
And so I’m staring at the ceiling
Sober as the morning sun, staring at the ceiling
Feeling out of loop
So I pour a cup of coffee like Bob and Emmylou
Pursuing the absolute
And keeping it moving through any valley that I approach
God self is something that I have to hold close
I don’t mind grinding ‘cause I do mind dying
Do my best to get by, what I find, what a find…
I can hate the player, the game, and the devs
and still break an engagement, the stage, and a leg
Me and a couple cyberpunks sipping the ciders up
moving at high speeds til we crash like 2 colliding trucks
tallied the masses currency as a measure
of who's first to be murdered commercially at my leisure
and we can break bread but at a distance
Like Mr. Fantastic working at a Panera
30 vertical OLED screens is how i set scenes
Freddie Mercury Krueger, cycling through all your wet dreams
government got it out for me, even when it's left-leaned
air bender Zaheer, retrieving beers via jet stream
shoulda kept your hands and necks clean
ended up in a holding cell in a pair of distressed jeans
hanging from a bed sheet next to jeffrey epstein
resembling a D/S scene minus the sex swings
(whistles)
Repeated apophenia, repeated apophenia...
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6. |
Joni
03:45
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Yo parents got freaky!
Hey Joni, Hey Joni Joni,
Hey Joni Joni, Hey Joni
Hey Joni
Get to know me
My parents got freaky when they made me
I’m scoping, hoping for the one from the East
Approaching with caution, I’m a flood I’m a beast
I’m obese with joy in my heart sort of dark kinda blue a bit wild
So it’s nice finding you in the pues
What does bring you here, what is it you wear
What is it about you I don’t want no one aware (fair)
I’ll behave and sh*t but upfront I gotta tell you you my favorite
Buy you another drink and I ain’t paid my rent
I got money coming in so it’s ok
I got money coming in so it’s ok
Joni, Joni,
I am my father’s son, from the hairline to Wallabee’s
An odyssey for all to see
Wherever it is that I decide to leave
My hermetic living condition that brings me an inner peace
I give that word the respect it deserves
So it’s never second-fiddle to a duckface
Beard game proper, it’s another nod to pops,
Cop a cup of cuckoo
Joni, make another pot that I can move through
Or maybe drop a doo-doo
I light a match or two, though -- you know
A gentleman, extension of my pseudo -- you know
I settle in, pad and pen and adamant
That at the end I’ll rattle off a rap that I’ll be happy with
They go all over the place, Joni
But, but, we all find our own way, Joni
And, and, there’s always more to say, Joni
‘Cept now, I just want some pancakes Joniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Let’s find some common ground a plot of land
I’m talking rubber gloves, contraband
I’ll give you some space, see what you create
Mean appetite eat your face, eat the plate
Too strong I move on, too right
Too wrong, ying yang, Aquemini
I sip on my oolong
Hush I just wanna make you blush
Don’t forget we only talking about a school boy crush
Joni break it down for me, Joni break it downnnnnnn
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7. |
When I Get Out
02:34
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I’m just sitting here, on a cold metal slab
I’m just sitting here, on a cold metal slab
Wondering when I’ll get out
I’m just sitting here, camera in my face
I’m just sitting here, camera in my face
Wondering when I’ll get out
Not of this earth, monster from the ocean floor
Double conscience killer when we hit you with okie doke
This cold classic mixed with Anthrax, mixed with Joe Jackson
It’s no accident, more passionate off the malt liquor
Buckets full of blood, what it’s more thicker
Radical matter splattering all over patterns
When you release the beast, who do you release
I keep pacing, and thoughts keep racing
I can’t eat, and both of my hands shaking
I can’t see, my eyes are closed praying
And I don’t even pray
I don’t need a savior
It’s just my options are exhausted
And I’d like to breathe a little fresh air before I go insane
Things are gonna change,
The sun’s gonna split those clouds
When I get out.
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8. |
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Have you ever been slapped, called out your name
Something grotesque, now it’s ingrained
Rocking a stain on the side of your face
Never a time or a place to show it, too dark
Bruise marks, who taught you how to be sad
Throw fits and a tantrum, tighten the rope while kissing the phantom
My momma said Jesus the answer, he is the answer
Take it up with him but he ain’t answer so I’m moving on and breaking up with him
Waking up with sin the sky is falling feel it in my legs
The aches and pains took that beating good, took that beating good
I misunderstood, I’m misunderstood this afterlife
And how to mastermind my own mood
Cause half the time I wanna mellow in my own blues
And that’s okay just need to turn the page from old news
Hanging from this gold noose
Rope wrapped round my neck
Dark horse gets no respect, sail the Jet Blue
Nobody protect you
Everybody walks with something
Everybody walks with something
Sometimes it is all too much
Said, sometimes, it is all too much
You don’t know who to trust
And want to shout for help at the top of your lungs
Except you’re feeling that the help won’t come
And it’s a vicious place that your brain done took you
Got your patience pulled apart down in that basement
Windowless and brimming with faces
You were formerly faced with -- a lot of which look like you
See I know it too well…
For me, a lightswitch will dictate heaven from hell
And when it’s off, it’s ever so hard flipping it
Letting my heart discard the dissonance
The scars gon’ be what they are,
And that’s a bitch to come to grips with
But facing ‘em head on will fetch you bigger fish
See I’m with it, I’m with you, I’m right there, too
Never fight the tide, just do what you need to do
Don’t know what we’re going through
Black and blue
Just send me a lifeline
And get well soon
And if I manage to find me a bandage
I’ll manage to manage
Therapeutic heart a beating heart pulsating from the canvas
Pumping wet cement hard body for weight
Time to rock bottom hit hard
Be grateful, don't take it for granted
I know this yet I’d be lying if I wasn’t trying to understand it
Be nice to have dollars but I’m trying to make sense of it
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9. |
Prints
03:54
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Snarky in a parka, light a pipe like Sparky
Crack a fly ball over the letters in your marquee
Come from the Far Side, y’all think I’m speaking Farsi
But it’s ever so apparent your thinking’s a bit foggy
Reading the book of changes
Rather remain nameless
Greet you with the government first name basis
You been touched by the Midas
I’m a child of that math mind fucked by the brightest
Take me off my square again (woof), not the slightest
I been feeding y’all you wanna sleep on the finest
Catch the itis, bat out of hell
In that teepee with sweet pea knee deep in...vagina
Melting her caramello, it’s a thing that I do
She be pizza, I’m Donatello, one hell of a dude
I’ve got a duty and that duty’s what I’m gonna pursue
Donning a collar but I doubt I’m gonna pop it for you
It’s not a comma so I run on, whip through it like con panna
Unlike dodo’s standing for tin-type photos, no
I never bother, but if I hear the yada
I’m going straight lucha with that hurricanrana
Turn off your data and go airplane mode
They’ll never find us or say there they go
Yo fitting in cause we wear they clothes
Count dividends in the lair laying low
Bullshit, I spare ‘em
Stoned, listening to Procol Harum
No pip farting on a snare drum
Buoyant
Took a bit longer than expected
To make noise like a Naked City record
Hey yo you, you the finest thing on the planet
Count your blessing don’t take things for granted
Watch Wonder Years syndicated young Ben Savage
Unsung Black Weirdo, Mar
All day I dream about sex
Daydreaming, shoe cleaning
I’m typing up a text
Watching HBO GO Game of Thrones on deck
Lay it down, head down
Young Lord watch yo neck
Water for my cottonmouth
Seabreeze for the razor bumps
Garlic for the vamps at my neck tryna get a chunk
Jacked up on them poppy seeds
Test drops, coffee beans
Don’t forget the bath salts, yeah i’m on everything
Ooh oooooh!
Prime time, rhyming on the mindwheel
Split gummies with honeys in high-heels, I
Test dummies ‘til the dummies done crash
And gobble up every last pack of sour patch
Snacking on bags of cracklin, licking red fingers
Writing rhymes on the back of napkins
That’s when rap was a hallucineon
Brothers spit what came to mind
There wasn’t a bunch of rules to it
Captivating to mind something like illusionists
I’m losing it
My mama said baby get yo marbles off the floor
But the marbles in the flow so we gonna keep rapping
Til we in the Hampton Mansions with the marble in the floor
Listen:
I don’t need the headaches
I don’t need the bologna
I can’t say no to Annie when she’s handing me cannoli
Gorilla glue, jalapeno chips, pepperoni
Dry toast, 4 fried chickens and a coke
And if you got more, then lay it on me
Working on my gluttony - working pretty slowly
All depending what’s in front of me
That, and what is owed to me
Ladies, gentlemen, we’re the one and only
Passalacqua, maybe “pahsa”
Potato v Potata
It’s all love on this side of the monitor
The digital age, we live in digital days
But hey, see me swap a z-e, it’s digital daze
And we be rapping we be rapping we be rapping so hard
On the nearest avenue and boulevard …
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10. |
Push & Pull
03:53
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Are you ready for the world
This could be all yours
We can get off course
No responsibility, monogamy
Fertility, infidelity
Check my melody is you feelin me yet
I be like, what you really be like
How you really get down, when you staying the night
Stop denying the thrill for you to play on the pipe
And yeah I’m high off that pill
And you as high as a kite
It’s just like a climbing a hill
You know like riding a bike
My mouthpiece be going you know the timing be right
And now we strollin the avenue you know grabbing a bite
Yeah we living today, no we dying tonight
I know that all the other brothers be so taxing, boring
Galveston Giant beat it up Jack Johnson
At your doorstep tongue out like Michael Jordan
Nom nom nom nom eat it up Action Bronson
Bad Boy heat it up, Microwave Johnson
It’s Showtime! Earving “Magic” Johnson
I play around the world
Don’t count my muthafuckin johnsons girl
I be right back don’t talk that muthafuckin nonsense girl
We so attached it’s like a collective conscience girl
I try my best but it’s a slow process girl
Honey it’s that push and pull
That cat and mouse
That sheep and wolf
I say it’s in our nature
I say it’s in our nature
Avalanches always ‘round the corner
I can see ‘em, I can feel ‘em on my shoulders
And I know they’re wanting more
Don’t get me going
Brave the winter, now it’s summer
Shed them layers, duck and dodge that thunderstorm
And it’s a doozie, but an umbrella ain’t
Gonna set a sinner straight, or put you center stage
It’s all about that give and take
Overload your dinner plate
Pretty thing, punchdrunk, hydroplane your interstate, honey...
Somebody somebody
Somebody gonna hit the ground
Nobody nobody nobody
Nobody ever come around
Nobody ever hear the sound
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11. |
Cash 4 Soul
03:49
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I ain’t never been a rich man
And I don’t want to be a rich man
I just want what’s owed to me
I’m at the crossroads south of the rosary
But what seems like mountains in Mozambique
With no groceries, no popery
It’s just spoiled dreams and broken teeth
I want my black slack pockets like they pose to be
Yeah they cool but they only rap locally
But see I’m loco B
I’m the canonized rap samurai from Babylon
I leave throat to feet
So you better roll heavy when approaching me
I throw my weight around town like it’s dope to me
Like a freeloader talking to a master key holder
You tastemakers, breadwinners all toast to me
Cause I’m a thought leader, cross breeder
You a false preacher, in my mind glad we both agree
I want cash 4 soul
Hell yeah I want cash 4 soul
Hell yeah these bastards know
Hell yeah I want cash 4 soul
Hell yeah
Now I ain’t ever been a rich man
And I don’t want to be a rich man
Stuffed in some ill-fitted suit
Consider all dim-witted in pursuit
Of lining my linens, while poisoning the roots
Hell bent on tunnel vision and focus groups
Hel, sent me up to rake in all the loot
Well,
Fret not, Beelze-, I tell ya
The almighty dollar make a voice go mute
And make a point moot, moot
All in my ill-fitted suit
Don’t have to pay ‘em so I rarely ever do
I’m a low down dirty dog and now you know the scoop, but
That ain’t me, that ain’t the way that I groove
It’s second nature to get my people to move
Never filtered when we bring it to you, tried and true
The suits, they’ve got dollars but they couldn’t buy a clue
I want Cash 4 Soul
I’ve got bills to pay
And I’ve got mouths to feed
And the fuse gets shorter when you’re doubting me
And it’ll get even shorter when they duck and dodge
Anytime I try to get my guap, moolah, holla
I don’t need no hot air, bro, don’t despair
I’m just trying to get my share…
I swear you’ll get a back hand to the face
Jack leg to the waist, round house, uppercut
Get back if you in the way
Ugly when we break it down
Stick em up, shake em down
Never saw it coming cause I never saw my money
Running gunning convict, call it economics
You made the record over cash flow conflict
You made the record over cash flow conflict
You made the record over cash flow conflict
I want cash 4 soul
Cake walk cake walk all the way home
Cake walk cake walk all the way home
All the way home
All the way home
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12. |
Window Seat
03:17
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Yeah it’s been a minute and all that
Summertime usually when I fall back
In a Boeing showing no emotion
Flying in a jet no tarmac
In the aisle seat trying to see the ocean
Through the water I can see where we started
Needing food, Paychecks, and CARJACK
Throwback yeah we can go far back
Throwback yeah we can go far back
Throwback yeah we can go far back
My seat only go so far back
My seat only go so far back
Last call for another flight
Out of time, out of mind, out of sight
Window seat, no sleep
Dry pretzels and mystery meat
It’s humble to land in a town
With a beautiful language that you can’t speak
But it’s due to the ones that I do
That allowed me to preach on a stage by the sea
One more kiss on the cheek
And one more pic with the peeps
Then I pick up the pieces and return back to the balancing act
Just like that
Window seat no sleep
Window seat no sleep
Window seat no sleep
Long day, dog day, Advil
Take the pain away
Mix it with a little Whiskey
Got me feeling dizzy in the aisle seat
Where they keep bumping against me
Like they got something against me
Inconsiderate, the disrespect
Fuck it yo, I need a cigarette but no smoking
Make me wanna start back
Make me wanna start back
Seat only go so far back
So far back
Window seat no sleep
Window seat no sleep
Window seat no sleep
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