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1. |
Who's This?
00:53
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Introducing the Old Men
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2. |
It Ain't Me
03:35
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You can’t make it happen if you hardly work
You can’t be Marty Byrd if you party first
You wanna dance with the devil then you start at church
You wanna stand on my level but I marked the turf
This ain’t hate, it’s all love, I ain’t mad at kids
I’m spending more time on ‘em than their daddy did
Another nail in your coffin while you’re staggering
Some of y’all don’t get the message ’til it’s hammered in
Crack’ll make you snap and go pop pop pop
But I know you don’t deal, it’s just a lot of talk
You think you’re Tiger King but you ain’t ocelot
You think you’re Iverson, you barely Mozgov
I’m a skull staircase, one step a-head
Spraying full bear mace, one breath you’re dead
You can’t see me
And with this social distancing
6 feet is the closest you will ever get
You think this quarantine’s a hoax, let’s make a bet
That the evil 1% wished you paid your debts
The world cannot be solved if you just make your bed
They didn’t take away your rights, they’d rather take what’s left
You can’t make it happen if you share a meme
You’ll never make it happen but you dare to dream
I know they’re evil but you need a wider view
Because your so-called enemies, they dying too.
You blame the media, but you consume it
You blame the people that study because you’re stupid
You blame the government
But they’re just puppets
That are doing what they’re paid to be doing by those above ‘em
THAT’S YOU
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me
I DON’T DO DAT shit man, it ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me
I DON’T DO DAT shit man, it ain’t me, it ain’t me
This is a fuckin’ toaster
Yeah, I’m ‘bout to crush the vocals
Red suit, all diamonds, flush in poker
Give you a pound and a half, that’s a hundred quarters
The duel will leave you exhausted, that’s a Cutlass motor
I run the show and punch promoters if the money’s lower
Than what they owe us much before they puttin’ up the poster
I’d love to show ya what’s supposed to happen once it’s over
But now you’re doubled over, broken nose is touching toes—
I’m sick of Trump supporters blaming shit on dumb reporters
Ask the Russian donors what they think the fuckin’ war is
They’re laughing
You think Amazon are rough employers
Imagine you’re a slave drinking Ketel One and soda
You don’t see the dandruff when you brush your shoulders
You never feel the leash when you stop lunging forward
Once you know the limit they just up the quota
Right people, wrong side—
Buffalo soldier
You blame the media, but you consume it
You blame the people that study because you’re stupid
You blame the government
But they’re just puppets
That are doing what they’re paid to be doing by those above ‘em
THAT’S YOU
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me
I DON’T DO DAT shit man, it ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me
I DON’T DO DAT shit man, it ain’t me, it ain’t me
You blame the media, but you consume it
You blame the people that study because you’re stupid
You blame the government
But they’re just puppets
That are doing what they’re paid to be doing by those above ‘em
THAT’S YOU
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me
I DON’T DO DAT shit man, It ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me
I DON’T DO DAT shit man, it ain’t me, it ain’t me
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3. |
Are You High?
02:50
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A lot of people around me are dead weight
Snakes shed skin and I’m trying to shed snakes
Who dat last homie that piled in the Escape?
Why he jackin’ my aux cord to play me his mixtape?
I’ve been known to forgive, amidst fake
But if they doin’ it often it isn’t a mistake
If their usual comment is meant to emit hate
Then any apology is coming a bit late
You trying to get a rise outta me, I’m just baked
I feel like I’m beating a dead horse
I’m leading a dead horse that’s already lead
Flint lakes
We keep on calling it bread when it’s cake
Y’all making eyes on the surface—
Alligators
But you ain’t live and in person—
Animated
Your team tanks like the draft’s closing in
Mad cuz I cut tapes—
Grand openin’
You wanna get this crown
I hope you’re sitting down
There is no hope in getting it while I’m still kicking
Are you high? (Are you high?)
Are you high? (Are you high?)
Why you wanna bite us?
You ain’t even like us
You don’t even like us
Why you even like this?
Are you high? (Are you high?)
Karen of the rap game really trying to murder me
Prolly goes to university in Burnaby
Wouldn’t even have the biggest dick in a nursery
They prolly still on their mom’s tit, call emergency
I’ll clap you like Hercules
I wish you would, fifth anniversary
Jesus Christ, man, they lift hands at church for me
I’ll put you in a blender, now you’re pink, tan and burgundy
You talk Inglewood but you’d be lost in the hood like a draw string
Off in the bush like a swamp thing
This man's Surrey
Don’t mix bad words with me, rook, I’m exhausting
Nah, I’m a sad sack
A bag of human tendons
I’m bad ass, couldn’t pull off lulu lemons
I’m anthrax, push the envelope for you to test it
Pass that bone, I’mma add it to my voodoo necklace
You wanna get this crown
I hope you’re sitting down
There is no hope in getting it while I’m still kicking
Are you high? (Are you high?)
Are you high? (Are you high?)
Why you wanna bite us?
You ain’t even like us
You don’t even like us
Why you even like this?
Are you high? (Are you high?)
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4. |
Don't Bother
04:40
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I’m a whole lotta cold water
I’m a prologue written by an old author
I’m a show stopping globe trotter, don’t bother
I’m Doberman foaming on ‘em, don’t bother
I’m a chrome armoured roach fuckin’, don’t bother
I’m the goat ‘cuz I eat anything and everything
I’m a comet on approach dropping, don’t bother
I’m in the zone
Everybody get a poem
And I’m gonna take my own suite time, cuz I live alone
Not trying to throw peace signs, trying to set the tone
My fucking dome piece lines are your chiseled stones
My whole cult raise the bar like pole vault
Rappers ain’t who the say they are like ghost calls
(Hello? Hello? Yo, what…?)
My dime piece got a giant peach, Roald Dahl
My lines reach the high seas, Escobar
Me and Planit pack the field like daffodils
I ain’t the first to murder tracks but I’m the last to kill
Some of you are tourist hacks but think your raps are ill
If I believed a word of that I’m just as bad, for real
I do this music like it’s second nature
Be on your best behaviour or you’re gonna get in danger
If I just keep being nice then you’ll never change your misguided confidence you conjure up in echo chambers
I ain’t your educator
Took long to make short cuts while you have the scent of failure
I’m bound to bring the sickness, take your Echinacea
Every song of mine is better, you can check the data
You see me coming, change the route on your GPS
‘Cuz what you’re seeing ain’t the goof on a TV set
What you’re seeing is the proof of elitist threat
What you see is evolution getting genes correct
I’m a whole lotta cold water
I’m a prologue written by an old author
I’m a show stopping globe trotter, don’t bother
I’m Doberman foaming on ‘em, don’t bother
I’m a chrome armoured roach fuckin’, don’t bother
I’m the goat ‘cuz I eat anything and everything
I’m a comet on approach dropping, don’t bother
Yeah, raise your hands if God gave you bad height
Y’all keep testing me, Sean ain’t your lab mice
Shit, you’d get injured in a Broadway dance fight
You’re as intimidating as a cosplay cam sprite
I’m your motherfucking dad and I’m ashamed of ya
I wish I masturbated out the yaz that created ya
Don’t try to fuck around, you’ll get stabbed in the trachea
Is that enough fucking back in the day for ya?
Donnybrook at the ship docks
You bring your meth head friends
I’ll bring the ones who started hip hop
Life’s the only thing that ever kicked our asses
No seed money, just a mic and a mattress
You’re a long way from West Van
With your entrees and bed pans
Palm Bay’s inheritance
You’re a long ways from Kitsilano
Uber’s don’t stop passed Kissitanto
We give a shit, again, I’m sorry but it is what it is, my friend
Put your equipment in the bins again
Take down the egg shells
Throw em in the garbage
Pack the studio up and convert it back into an office, go
I’m a whole lotta cold water
I’m a prologue written by an old author
I’m a show stopping globe trotter, don’t bother
I’m Doberman foaming on ‘em, don’t bother
I’m a chrome armoured roach fuckin’, don’t bother
I’m the goat ‘cuz I eat anything and everything
I’m a comet on approach dropping, don’t bother
I’m a whole lotta cold water
I’m a prologue written by an old author
I’m a show stopping globe trotter, don’t bother
I’m Doberman foaming on ‘em, don’t bother
I’m a chrome armoured roach fuckin’, don’t bother
I’m the goat ‘cuz I eat any thing and everything
I’m a comet on approach dropping, don’t bother
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5. |
I Hate Rap
02:58
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I fucking hate rap
But I always punch above my weight class
You told me I should quit, no take backs
You told me I was shit, no take backs
Now I’m fucking rich, no take backs
Yeah I’ll fuck your bitch, no take backs
I know you love my shit, no take backs
I fuckin’ hate rap
Just Biden my time like Obama’s vice
Wading for my moment all my life
Now I got you thinking you wanna die
I’m a time bomb ticking personified
This is my dream
Before the age of texting this was my scene
I make connections, these kids are the meme
Where the baby’s flexing, I rip at the seams
Their temperature’s mild, fair weather
I’m reckless and wild and don’t care whether
Their message is violence, I dominate the matrix
But I never needed to wear leather
Don’t at me
Goats ask me to ghost rap whole albies
Your shows lack the folks that go rowdy
Our hoes throw panties, we leave your show laughing
Who’s better than me is not a question
I made it apparent, I got it pregnant
If I catch you staring, I got a message
You should be preparing for Armageddon
These rappers are Karens in shopping centres
They don’t even care what the argument is
Talk shit on the internet
Contact my manager
To be embarrassments on my record
I fucking hate rap
But I always punch above my weight class
You told me I should quit, no take backs
You told me I was shit, no take backs
Now I’m fucking rich, no take backs
Yeah I’ll fuck your bitch, no take backs
I know you love my shit, no take backs
I fuckin’ hate rap
I’ll body you quick like a default avatar
While you lean out daddy’s car
Those models are hired, helicopters are rented
You even put a lease on the caviar
What a day, I’mma lay it down
Fucking eh, look at this 100k I found
Crack dealing is a front for the rap career?
Don’t you know it’s the other fucking way around?
I don’t wanna fuckin’ leave
There’s hoes in winter coats wearing nothing underneath
I ain’t running from police
I’m running for governor holding something up my sleeve
I’m like what’s it gonna be?
I could do Janet or I can Busta on the beat
You’re like butter on a piece of toast
Covering your bread when I touch you with the heat
I fucking hate rap
But I always punch above my weight class
You told me I should quit, no take backs
You told me I was shit, no take backs
Now I’m fucking rich, no take backs
Yeah I’ll fuck your bitch, no take backs
I know you love my shit, no take backs
I fuckin’ hate rap
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6. |
It's Been Hijacked
03:29
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I had a vision and it’s what I see in daily life
So many people try to navigate a painful night
There is no hope, there’s only have enough to pay for rights
There is no coping, there’s just have it rough and chase the light
And if you try to find some solace in your David Icke
Just remember he’s a novelist you pay to write
Just remember he’s a pawn with algebraic sights
This game of chess is just an awful fucking way of life
God’s been hijacked
Just like your freedom’s been hijacked
Your conspiracy theory's been hijacked
My history has been hijacked
I’m going back in time to take my time back
Switch the timeline back
God’s been hijacked
Just like your freedom’s been hijacked
Your conspiracy theory’s been hijacked
My history has been hijacked
I’m going back in time to take my time back
Switch the timeline back
You can’t be righteous if your actions hurt and have them hurting
All that determines is whether you think your fellow man’s a person
I can’t be certain but I’m pretty sure the plan ain’t working
Soon we’ll be in wastelands wearing sandy turbans
Jasmine lucky with Aladdin’s earnings
Even if a woman’s royal she ain’t paid even half her worth is
I got a ceiling and it ain’t a shelter
Not a major helper, just a paid developer, that’s what church is
For us or against us, only white men control the weapons
It ain’t my job to give you answers to the loaded questions
The cost of Catholicism could feed the poor depression
Jesus only saves the dead, leave my soul a message
I use my own discretion
I hold my own confessions
Responsible for everything, I am my own precession
My powers only have the limit of my own progression
I won’t be swindled by what ifs and give an owed percentage
God’s been hijacked
Just like your freedom’s been hijacked
Your conspiracy theory's been hijacked
My history has been hijacked
I’m going back in time to take my time back
Switch the timeline back
God’s been hijacked
Just like your freedom’s been hijacked
Your conspiracy theory’s been hijacked
My history has been hijacked
I’m going back in time to take my time back
Switch the timeline back
Mind the gap between the train and the platform
Mind the gap between the wage if you’re black born
It ain’t an accident you’re made to be that poor
Systematically they’re caged and rotting in vain like the band Korn’s
Jonathan Davis
We’re all violent by nature like the Romulan strain is
Who you think struggles when the dollars inflated
Who’s causing trouble when the cops are the racists
Children and their moms separated
I’m awfully patient
I’m used to being one of those targeted faces
A step beside a friendly guy with several priors that’s recognized by the FBI
I’d be the mark that’s detained quick
And even though you know what race the motherfucker is
I’m not gonna say it
They always ask an extra question at customs
No jokes at the airport, sir, I’m caught in the Matrix
God’s been hijacked
Just like your freedom’s been hijacked
Your conspiracy theory's been hijacked
My history has been hijacked
I’m going back in time to take my time back
Switch the timeline back
God’s been hijacked
Just like your freedom’s been hijacked
Your conspiracy theory’s been hijacked
My history has been hijacked
I’m going back in time to take my time back
Switch the timeline back
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7. |
It's Worse Every Year
03:26
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Supposed to get a job and a car
Supposed to set alarms in the marn
Supposed to stay on guard, act hard
Supposed to be in charge
Supposed to go to parks in the dark
Supposed to pay the cost
Supposed to tell the ocean from the sharks
Supposed to take advantage of the marks
Supposed to be the boss
Cash crop supposed to be a lot
You supposed to be a cop?
You a narc?
I suppose you getting shot
Supposed to be a drop at the spot
Supposed to put the money in the slot
Supposed to not get caught
Supposed to fill his socks with rocks
Tie him to a block
Supposed to watch the bubbles stop
Supposed to have a camera at the docks
Supposed to have the pay load clocked
Supposed to write the plan in chalk
And power wash it off
Not supposed to operate at a loss
Supposed to see the flaws
We all getting desperate out here
Even though the enemy is clear
They tend to disappear
We’ve turned on each other
And it’s worse every year
Every day is another full of fear
We all getting desperate out here
Even though the enemy is clear
They tend to disappear
We’ve turned on each other
And it’s worse every year
Every day is another full of fear
Supposed to keep it all under raps
Supposed to take a dive for the fam
Not supposed to die a rat
Supposed to be the one that never laughs
Supposed to talk trash
Supposed to do a bid then relax
Supposed to be a certain kind of good
A certain kinda bad
A certain kind of father that I never had
Supposed to do it all for the ‘gram
Supposed to be the man
Supposed to be caught up in the past
Supposedly the market’s gonna crash
Supposedly the crypto that you bought isn’t worth a lot of cash
Supposed to be a short cut that gets you to the table
Propose to the daughter of the guy who owns cable
Supposed to have a camera at the door
A camera on the floor
A camera on your family to watch ‘em make you poor
A camera on your ride
A camera at your side
Supposed to be around to press record
We all getting desperate out here
Even though the enemy is clear
They tend to disappear
We’ve turned on each other
And it’s worse every year
Every day is another full of fear
We all getting desperate out here
Even though the enemy is clear
They tend to disappear
We’ve turned on each other
And it’s worse every year
Every day is another full of fear
What’s that? What’s that?
I suppose so
I suppose so
Maybe that’s the chorus
I suppose so
Why not, why not, why not, why not?
I suppose so
Why not?
Why not?
Why not, who cares, why not, who cares, why not, who cares?
I suppose so
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8. |
I Ain't So Proud Anymore
02:36
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Oh I ain’t so proud anymore than the next motherfucker
I’d be less of a sucker if I spent all my budget on a Tesla
I wonder if my rent would be covered
And my debt be recovered if I lent you a hundred
Proud anymore of my vices addictions
I just submit or deny it’s existence
Pride in a sip, no pride in decisions
I don’t like what you get for the price of admission
Proud any more of the way I grew up
Glorifying how we all behaved on the bus
Fighting all the way to the subs
Making huge deals ‘bout how faded and drunk we got
Taking it up a notch
Ladies see something off
Haters speak up a lot
Maybe it’s us, it’s not
Hate if it’s fucking talk
They don’t have much to floss
On your cousin’s yacht
They don’t know what this cost
Yeah yeah
It pays to be such a boss
Yeah, man
All of y’all work for me
But everything you’re doing here really don’t work for me
I pegged you as better, all of it hurts to see
Proud anymore of the dangerous stuff
We came for the drugs and stayed for the sluts
No matter how far from home I end up
I love going home to say hey to you fucks
Oh I ain’t so proud anymore, yo, I used to be
Ain’t a lot of new shit do it for me
Half ass rappers ruining beats
Face tat, backpack, jewels in their teeth
Proud anymore than my dad woulda been
Of the cash that I spend on the crap I’ve accumulated
Lavish, expensive, flashy extensions
Of lack manifested in a man that’s humiliated
I’m no better than a gold member go-getter
Chipping away at a Rosetta Stone letter
No country for this old leather soul
Drinking Olmeca Gold and a bowlful of porchetta
Proud anymore of how far we’ve come
When we’re so far gone it’s scarred our lungs
The wealthy never had to start at one
The healthy never felt it hard to run
Proud anymore, I ain’t so loud as before
Pounding the door
Trying to get in but the sound is ignored
Now I get it in while I lounge on the floor
Yo, hits heavy when we tip toe
I put my foot down on a spine at Gitmo
Dick not picky, got time for big hoes
Take up space, don’t cry for rich folks
Don’t lie to kinfolk
Just because you getting high, don’t get slow
Just because you fucking drive a Benzo
Doesn’t mean you got piles of crypto
Proud anymore ‘cuz the pay ain’t enough
To put gas in the car and go away for a month
So I lay in the cut
‘Cuz I love going home to say hey to you fucks
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I’m your least favourite rapper’s least favourite rapper
C grades in class but we play the masters
Green straight jacket up to par retail
These grey bastards trying to play the C scale
All white, you’d think they’d have at least a gay female
As soon as they get hired they leak some fake emails
I don’t like that copper’s tone, girl
But I keep my mouth shut before it bites me in the ass, gotta go
Don’t give me my flowers
Give me more hours
Life is scarier than a Minotaur Khalid
Walking around, little to no balance
Can you imagine him with his little horse phallus?
Why him? No reason, eat the fucking rich. right?
Sit tight, I just might get a stinking rich wife
Steal a Klimt from the basement
Hit the black market
Frame the pool boy, take that Marcus
Pain filled with the poisonous venom of a white viper
But I go heavy off the top, lately I’m a light brighter
How to control the whip
Got a mind of it’s own like Knight Rider
Futuristic type
Cybernetics could be ectoplasm green like Slimer, get it?
My mind perfect like Johnny 5 circuits
Diffuse the bomb
Calm, not nervous
I’m a soldier, so thank me for my service
Rank me by my verses
Purple hearts pinned on all the sleeves on all my shirts
Legends grow in the shadows
Heads held high as we walk into battle
Willing to lose my life over these silly words I ramble
You’re better off playing Russian roulette
With a full clip if you prefer to gamble
With infinite ammo
We draw first blood like John Rambo
If ain’t dirty, it must be the wrong sample
This Calgary Stampede is about to leave the song trampled
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Even if I say so, I never charge 5 for an O
That’s a code to alert motherfuckers of 5-0
There’s fuzz on your shirt motherfucker, it’s 5-0
Same goes if I’m chilling with five hoes
Cheesy bitch, you Asiago
You’re salty, I’m hot
Lea & Perrins, tabasco
Your girls bored, I might seize her quick, I’m Clamato
You lion, I’m a BC legend, Wally Buono
I should count my teriyakis, Arigato
For now, you’re fucking with the wrong Chicano
I’ll steal your girl ‘cuz she just another chick I know
Better hide your paper like Trump at Mar-a-Lago
Take a dirt nap
All because I heard cap
Stain you like church glass
Lay you like turf grass
I ain’t leaving here ’til you pay me my burlap
That’s when the contract changes to purse snatch
I don’t expect you to get it
Forget it
It’ll get you if you let it
This might just not be your shit
You should just get over it
I don’t expect you to get it
Forget it
I was high when I said it
This might just not be your shit
You should just get over it
I’m too wonderful, my Deion ya girls mind
I drop eight, crush a 2-4, and make the girls cry
How good can this psycho be, I’m like world peace
This can’t be happening, your pal is too low key
They underestimate me ‘cuz I walk with a limp
Just because I fuck good, they call me a simp
They all hate on me, yeah, they don’t want me to win
But I’m somebody everyone has confidence in
Bury 20 in four fields, 24 in share bonds
44 mill for the path I put my heir on
Keep my enemies close like NoHo Hank
Like Barry from Gary I make slow mo bank
I don’t carry two nines like Wayne
But rap’s close to my heart with the nine like Wayne
Since 12 years old I’ve been flexing the pen
It’s just another level, I don’t expect you to get it
I don’t expect you to get it
Forget it
It’ll get you if you let it
This might just not be your shit
You should just get over it
I don’t expect you to get it
Forget it
I was high when I said it
This might just not be your shit
You should just get over it
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11. |
It's On Us
02:40
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I’m the guest of honour, heavy saunter
Get a fist load of caviar and fresh burrata
Yell at mama with it in my mouth and spit it on ya
Pretend to charge your angry father then just drink his lager
Toss me in the tank, you’ll have dead piranhas
I’ll be sitting there smiling just treading water
Jump out, do angels on the table wet and sloppy
Tape knives to my fingers yelling I’m the next Baraka
Put a pin in that, I’m a supervillain raising Hellraiser
I’ll put you on a conveyer belt laser
Watch you die while laughing maniacally
Hahahaha, see ya later, alligator
I carry my computer all willy nilly
It’s silly, really, I don’t give a phillie like I’m Willy
I was already originally killing every building
Now I’m this facility and turning it into Piccadilly
Circus
Step on up
Crash the funeral
Let’s get all fucked
Smash the urinal
Head’s all busted up
You can have the next on us
Circus
Step on up
Crash the funeral
Let’s get all fucked
Smash the urinal
Head’s all busted up
You can have the next on us
Stuff a live chicken in a cannon and light it
Sneak into your yard, let your dog out and fight it
I’m pure chaos, there is no assignment
There’s no method to it, no one gets the science
Steal from the collection plate
Take the collar from the priest
Impersonate his ass and offer up a speech
Proceed to mock the god that you believe in
Then walk up to your nephew and call him a tease
Everyone’s chasing me, I’m heading to the organ
Gonna rip a ditty ‘bout the pleasures of abortion
No fun, someone called the cops, guess I gotta go
I’m not trying to fuck around and get arrested, I don’t know
The jump put a gash in my knee
And the stain glass crashed on the street
I should say sorry to your family
But instead I’m yelling “Free yourself from the shackles of grief”
Circus
Step on up
Crash the funeral
Let’s get all fucked
Smash the urinal
Head’s all busted up
You can have the next on us
Circus
Step on up
Crash the funeral
Let’s get all fucked
Smash the urinal
Now you’re head’s all busted up
You can have the next on us
Who cares?
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I’m on my world stage, kick the flames lit
Stay in your lane, kid
Try to medal in my race but the podium’s taken
The gold on my chain’s thick, this ain’t it, the whole fuckin’ game’s rigged
I’m the best there is when I grab the Michael Phelps, like it helps
Even when I flip ‘em on the mat and wear the title belt
Bullet out the gun, everyone better run
Put my knee upon your face, here’s the setting sun
Where you from?
When I ring your bell with a hard ding, cherish it
I figure I might skate bruh, you can’t make me Kerrigan
I’m gonna bolt while they suss out if Usain
Pass the fucking torch, I’m rap’s new flame with butane
Start to finish, this is Ben Johnson in a sprint
Ross Rebagliati all these hotties getting stripped
This is really hard to do a song with all Olympians
I won’t ever let you motherfuckers run, Sha’Carri Richardson
I don’t wanna wave a flag, I just wanna take a bag
You ain’t it, so there’s no point in playing tag
You ain’t shit and your whole team’s saying that
You ain’t it, so there’s no point in playing tag
You ain’t it, so there’s no point in playing tag
You ain’t it, so there’s no point in playing tag
You ain’t it, so there’s no point in playing tag
You ain’t it, so there’s no point in playing tag
Yo, jumping over hurdles
Not falling off the balance beam
Even if I spit on even bars, land flat on my feet
This track I field now, with the baton passed to me
Take the trophy, mustn’t let the muscle atrophy
Woe, cruisin’ in the luge, no illusion
The god of long jump if you want to follow my shoe prints
Need a pole vault if they want to get up to this height
Should have another neck if they want my medals to fit right
Place the flag, play this track on the podium
Pandemonium
After the goalie win, you know we swim
Whether freestyle or mixed medley
Big chest with the thick neck
Deadlift heavy
Compete intensely
Going cross country
‘Cuz this isn’t a sprint, it’s a marathon, dummy
If you get a bronze, lucky
The gold’s won
Using all the leaves off the olive wreath to roll blunts
I don’t wanna wave a flag, I just wanna take a bag
You ain’t it, so there’s no point in playing tag
You ain’t shit and your whole team’s saying that
You ain’t it, so there’s no point in playing tag
You ain’t it, so there’s no point in playing tag
You ain’t it, so there’s no point in playing tag
You ain’t it, so there’s no point in playing tag
You ain’t it, so there’s no point in playing tag
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13. |
Ashes
03:08
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I don’t wanna waste another breath but it’s weighing on my chest
So I’m basically a mess
Reading up on all the stupid theories on the internet
Hoping it would make a little sense
Fat chance of that happening
Shit’s on fire like Billy Madison
Truth is out there now, Gillian Anderson
Everyone’s racist; really? That again?
Yeah, it’s a safe bet
I play favourites
Imagine they put white folk in they cages
Imagine black kids brought the AKs in-
To those schools and they shot at caucasians
You hate the elite with cash on your mind
You ordered that sign off of Amazon Prime
No vaccine but a can of Coke’s fine
No microchip but you can’t be offline
Just because somebody made a meme, it doesn’t mean they didn’t string you along
Just because it coincides with your beliefs, it doesn’t mean that it’s the truth you on
Just because a person looks a certain way, it doesn’t mean them or you is wrong
I remember when you posted all those fuckin’ lies before you hated qAnon
Man, you’ll never admit you got duped by 8chan
Shaped by Putin-ized game plans
Ya’ll just scrutinize science and beautify Ray-Bans
I used to love ignorance
Now I can’t stay in the same room
Can’t regard any as innocents
Not by the colour of their Jesus
On my kodiak to bring the homies back to truth and only that
I won’t hold you back from learning go attach the proof your story lacks
I don’t need a corny hat or no reaction from a goofy orange man
I know that my phone is hacked and I got power to ignore the ads
It’s not like I’m allergic to a little bit of tough love
But I’m sick of the repercussions that it has on my psyche
Haven’t precisely figured what’s up
I should be able to function without sacrificing
Acting like a fuck up, right?
I think I believe in nothing, though
And that’s the scapegoat I use to deal
‘Cuz it’s totally fuckin’ possible that nothing is real
Yo, I’m good, though,
‘Cuz if its all a simulation, I got this
And if it’s not, then we should stop the robotics
I’m betting you think I’m talking machines
But it’s more the routines of human beings that profit
And while I’m working so hard, I feel like everybody’s laughing
So I start to go dark and can’t stop it
I feel like a fiend concentrating on hits
When I should concentrate on being legit, but I’m toxic
The pressure on my shoulders is getting out of hand
Fingering the man
Heading off to get a leg up on the competition
But I can barely stand
Seems I gotta arm myself to the teeth to get my foot in the door
But even still
It’s Kaboom, just one guy dreaming to see a mill
Thick skin can sometimes be an Achilles heel
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I’ll deal with this later
I’m filling my days in
The middle of raging
I’ll deal with this later
You peoples in danger
I’m filling with anger
I’ll deal with this later
I’m wielding a sabre
And peeling potatoes
I’ll deal with this later
I’ll deal with this later
I’ll deal with this later
I won’t do what you say
I’ll deal with this later
I feel like a failure
How am I still doing music?
I guess there’s more still in the chamber
A million later
I’ll be killing my haters
They dying mysteriously
Got so many bodies
I’ll deal with this later
This just in
Breaking news
The Dirty Sample and a dude named Kaboom
Bite off way more than they can chew
And they wonder why everybody take a snooze
We procrastinate even while we making moves
We procrastinate even while we making moves
We procrastinate even while we making moves
We procrastinate even while we making moves
I’ll deal with this later
Check the feel of these gators
I got ‘em from a deep web dealer for way more than I had
I guess I’m gonna deal with this later
I really gotta get around to killing the mayor
He’s a criminal funded by real estate slum lords stealing our paper
I swear I’m gonna deal with that later
I gotta be accountable for shit that I’m saying
Not me with the shitty behaviour
Something I have no plans of dealing with later
I might as well die, I can’t live with this failure
I’m an evil genius building a laser
Taxes
I’ll deal with this later
Rap shit
I’ll deal with this later
Passion
I’ll deal with this later
Action
I’ll deal with this later
This just in
Breaking news
The Dirty Sample and a dude named Kaboom
Bite off way more than they can chew
And they wonder why everybody take a snooze
We procrastinate even while we making moves
We procrastinate even while we making moves
We procrastinate even while we making moves
We procrastinate even while we making moves
I’ll deal with this later
I gotta do backups
I’ll deal with this later
I gotta mix this
I’ll deal with this later
I gotta write more lyrics
I’ll deal with this later
I’ll deal with this later
I don’t want to deal right now
I’ll deal with this later
I’ll deal with this maybe
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Hand'Solo Records Toronto
Operating out of Toronto, Canada since 1996, Hand'Solo Records is devoted to releasing quality hip hop that is creative, clever and often experimental. Early releases, now out of print, include Buck 65, Sixtoo, Moka Only, and others. Currently home to The Dirty Sample, Ol' Gorilla Bones, Epic, Tachichi, No Town Vandal, Fortunato, Magick Show and Mickey O'Brien. ... more
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