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FEARCOMPLEX
00:36
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im afraid of being slept on
im afraid of sleeping
im of afraid of being too much
im afraid of being
old heads ask me the question
and i belive em
did did hip hop die
or is it leaving
all hail the dead master the idea of the thing we seek
is it living if we are living just beyond its peak
current flows and indications by the roughest estimate
dead mean dont tell tales of what was in their consciouness
they left
and now is all there is
now remmember the illusion and tell your kids
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MUSEUM
02:33
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do they have do they need it
i want something better than my optimism
and in the mausoleum
they looking up at me with the same awe
will i be humanized in death
im not sure
am i thinking too much about it
or too little
why is summer sun defined
on the brink of an end
and i want to know is this the start of somthing new
kaleidoscopic vision is the eyes of you and you
is that the semblence of a person or half of a whole step
is this the self i learned so much about or just a bad bet
clouded and im faded and im doubtful im a geezer
recently my bodys been taking hits from father time
got the cleaners knocked some sense into my ween im whacking
pussy sent me packing nigga ill pack my own lunch
my elders got my attention when they said youd get it later
all i getting now is attention deficit and not enough paper
you could be anything you want you deserve anything like what
parents imagine that your anything looks like this fucking shit
global warming bad sex intellectually slit wrists
incarcerations best served cold cold cases opened up
exonerated this shits got overrated existentially
inebriated but
u are the best
will i be humanized in death
am i thinking too much about it
or too little
why is summer sun defined
on the brink of an end
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TRUCKing
01:38
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rapping makes me sad but these niggas whack as fuck
variable as a truck about to hit you on the free way
unidimensional flows these niggas walking on the highway
my ways better getting slammed with reality
60 somthing , or say nothing
you evaporated in blood
walking with ur dumbass i got the cdl and the plug
shit more gracefull than the fucking landed gentry
try to land gently , i carry my team with me
some like to ride high like they figured it out
some people got eyes maybe not money and clout
maybe signs and city lights are the way i arrive but with these people i ride with
ima find my way out
created with that burning god
eat up the heart and steel
angry little black boy with the heart ache
heart trouble got no problems pressure relieves
i take space is a curse word
i am bird
fly high ima swing low sad is the word
hopefully the butter hits before the curds turn to turds
i love empty words
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4. |
BEESTING feat JXYLEN
03:10
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hold you down till your hearts racing
hard labor
summers always blazing
the bonds placement regard favors
no freedom
run like a chicken your heart been gone pacing
do it for some peace of mind
they do it for some peace of mind
all races
rhythm of the night its like the bars playing
had to watch your back so keep the mac in all these hard places
these fruits of your labor they not gonna save your life
we strange fruits so if they bang u you not gonna hear a cry
hands bloody
get it out the mud to fill my damn tummy
might go ted bundy for a rack hunting
back to feed my family
temptation with these tendencies so make a nigga bleed
but blame them higher schemes
so tell em bout the things weve seen
oo its that fire that they tried to blow out
i hope you get a taste and see
god willing theyll find love assumes a man that isnt out
soul with the element indeed
somebody told me if i said less and i meant more
id make up the difference the aura would protect me
the true thing got me nothing equivocation in the verse
not gon lie i dont trust was never given a reason
every reason i was loved hinted with self interest
tsk tsk motherfucker
i would have done it all for free
but they asking for my fee
stop asking for the tea
you know damn well they both steep
grab a bag full of bad actors
with their pockets full of fear
fabric tucked deep in the pattern is it passable for child rearing
steer me off the cliff
eat me with my words
if the paranoia got me trippin
im flippant and straight shootin
clandestine corrupt pudding
bless my heart im a stone champion
aiming for the dub
we eating eating good
honey from above
bees knees needs are met when we love
these fields are full of flowers baked from scratch
the sun serves a batch
a promise baked from flesh
oo its that fire that they tried to blow out
i hope you get a taste and see
god willing theyll find love assumes a man that isnt out
soul with the element indeed
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5. |
THEBOX
01:45
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6. |
UNSTUCK feat LUCY
02:56
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clean up and im unstuck
somebody asked you a question
i scream when i get stuck
thrown in to
selena
can i move
selena
double tap with cream on top
why does it fucking matter
who i fuck
you didnt ask me the question (giberish in time)
you didnt get to the point and that is the prblem
i wont be mad but you dont care
and i want you in front
(crying gibberish)
its the kind of thing you cant ignore
wonder why ur still here for
every time it rains it pours
hard to tell if my love is pure
the answer to my hopes and prayers
im dancing to the truth no dare
i like the fables and the fairy tales
gas price high times
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7. |
DUB
01:41
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guess mate come on its right
pull on the lever made you (went) through the fight
best and the bravest fight for your right
faced with the light and its right
best and the bravest
fight for your right
how bad do you need to pay the rent
goddamn you done made it to the cents
a fan of the way that you touch down
make words and they make that sound
you should have done better nigga dont know shit
you flaccid dick nigga you should quit
you got fucked with your own implement
on the fence commit nigga
dont be a bitch
careful consideration dont make bills
hesitation i bled from every oriphice hole
black hole sun im a vaccum i found footage
full of sense and gum i downed garbage (woodage)
talking like a big man eulogy
fuck you pay me before i spit 16
its been a hard year but fuck an aesthetic
i put folk song in the blender and im sure you would like it
underestimated since 96
five foot 11 with the grimey blick
some act out some make time to talk shit
but the kids never own it till they accept the gift
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8. |
SOUTHPAW feat pink navel
02:15
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if you make side eyes i know you dont make hits
use the tools god gave me to clean house with the flips
pool shit honey pots deep cuts like diba$e
bass god of the db smoking loud with the posse
work hard like the rock lee punchin holes in the rocks
rock hard like the og rxk i call em pops
hard stops
misinterpreted smurfing seminal thoughts
if the tree falls on the island and niggas stuck on the rock
does the track even knock
layin bars for the ops
im ball chained to top
the heap small my eyes fall
code word the flow heard nothing but the shit talking
south paw
punch em straight in the fucking mess of a noggin
south paw
bad shit bad shit
i dont miss bronze fists
for every fucking moment i never felt raw
fuck agape my tracks have stakes
you wanna eat ur cake and have it too
you better be ready to mix it up
im hungry as fuck
(will update pink navel verse when i get em)
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SKELETON
02:26
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focus on the ball throw it the wall
recover all your energies in time
dropped the call my phone is low
i considered the tension of of tight rope im commuting to work on the canyon its grand
drumming up love im am what i am
with the fire below im strapped in wind sheer would knock me if i looked dont look
stay in flow
4 tenenemants to turn the heat in to gold
pressure and consistancy location intention
i sold out , whining complaining im afraid of the fold
3 cards black jack hit 21 years old
he still hit / he didnt make it
over board couldnt make heads nor tails of that tail same old shit
im differnt now
everyone says wow hes better
a go getter but im still not proud
of the person i let go of
pour one out dead and alive zombie jesus
born to the spirit libido intact
my body my flesh and the collection of skeletons on my back
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10. |
NOTHING
01:06
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I WORKED OUT A TOOL
ITS IN SIDE OF YOU
WITHOUT ANY PAIN
WITHOUT ANY JEWELS
IM POOR AS ROCK
IM STUCK IN A RUT
WOULD YOU LOVE ME
IF I WASNT DRUNK
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DRUNK
01:52
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slave over the sloth and the pain
that slug has a name and it smells like home
pain salt pain salt lord god
slow on the uptake no seconds i made ur cake custom
i made ur cake somthing is better than nothing
filled out the pants
i got u to dance
im bigger and bigger
im loving and loved
under the weather im better now
its hard to show up id bow
if my performance made sense
pantomime part time alien
mind showing up with the rent
i came through with flour love and some common sense
is this present tense
is this now
slave over the sloth and the pain
that slug has a name and it smells like home
pain salt pain salt lord god
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12. |
FISH
01:05
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wade in the middle of
the water is clean
came up with white like the steam
yeah my kimono is green
plant in the water the theme i am a vessel
i grow like mussels the steamed mussels got some texture yeah
etch a sketch my vision in the side of a sand castle it fell
seafood like kale the beach feeds all its children but still
it has not mercy uh
waves cycle like 50 hz it sounds like somthing the moon would say
if it wanted to hurt
deep like bass fish decsion
swim and fight my heart is beating
kinesthetic i am fishing ive got
motivation i am hurt on the inside
i made decsions my trust died and here i am
and here i stand
a perfect man
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13. |
EPILOGUE prod riyu biti
01:58
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PARDON HOW I LOOK
READ ME LIKE A BOOK
BAGGED AND TAGGED
PRODUCT OF THE THEFT
STOLEN FROM THE CRIB
NIGGAS LEFT THE HOOD
SUBURBAN WITH THE RIM
THE GLASSES KINDA THIN
DONT LOOK AT HIM
HES TRYN FIGURE OUT
WHAT NIGGADOM ALL ABOUT
COLLARD DREAMS THEY GAVE EM OUT
FOOD IS FREE WHEN UR ON THE TEAM
STEAMED AN DELICIOUS
HOME COOKED WITH THE PROPER DISHES
RICE AND BEANS THE THEME IS CREAM POTATOES FROM THE MISSUS
MY MOMMA FIGURED IT WAS BETTER FOR ME
IF I HAD SOMTHING GOOD
HEALTHY NIGGAS GOT PLENTY TO EAT
EVERY WHERE I LOOKED
I AM A STAIN
TWO DIMENSIONAL
I AM A PAIN TO DEAL WITH
THE LENGTH OF MY SUFFERING THE BREADTH OF MY LOVE
BAD SHIT BATSHIT IM CRAZY TO GIVE ONE
MY CHEEKS GET PINCHED OFF THE SAME OLD SHIT
TOUGH
AGE IS A NUMBER
CATCH YOU WITH THE MAYBE HES KIDDING
BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS I MADE IT TO THE CRIB
ADHD PARANOIA IS KILLING ME LIKE
MAYBE THEY HATE ME
IM DROPPING BALLADS WITH THE KIDS
THRIVING AND WORKING STILL
IM STILL WORKING THE QUOTAS GET FILLED
BORN OF THE METHOD
MIDS GET SMOKED
JUST THE SAME
I HOPE THE SONGS GET TO THE FOLKS
MAKE IT RAIN
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