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Bread
01:55
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We gonna get that bread
We gonna get that cheddar
We gonna get some lettuce
Put that shit together
We gonna get that bread
We gonna get that cheddar
We gonna get some lettuce
Put that shit together
Til I’m dead
Gotta get this bread
Gotta find a way to get up out of the red
Gotta get these thoughts up out of my head
before I wind up dead
Gotta find a way stack those chips
Gotta find a way to strike it rich
Got to find my purpose like a truffle pig
Before the Gravedigger comes along and digs my ditch
Hoping for a crumb of that American pie
Here’s a bite - hope you don’t choke and die
It’s all smoke and lies
But I see through the hokey disguise
Of your cloaking device
A nice surprise would be
If I didn’t have to ask twice for you to pass those extra fries
We lootin this gluten
We gonna obtain this grain
We gonna finagle this bagel
You probably think I'm insane
But I'll take one with everything, and one plain
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2. |
Bored and Broke
02:24
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I’m bored and broke
Out of herb to smoke
My landlord’s a fucking joke
Maybe I could use some coke
Maybe that would help reclaim my focus
Used to be quite capable of the hocus pocus
Back in the day
Not sure if there’s anything new to say
Seems like it’s all been done
But I’m still gonna get up on the motherfuckin mic and run
Before I succumb
Tired of mumbling cats that sound numb
I’m out of fucks to give
Only got one life to live
So I’m a take a verse and fashion a shiv
And shove it in the side of society
I will not go into that gentle night quietly
I’ll rise up unsurprisingly
Thundering and rioting
Lead an uprising that admires me
Til the day that I’m expiring
Your technique. It's very strange.
It's a new one.
Is that so?
Do you really think you're good?
I’m joking of course.
Not doing this because a situation forced my hand.
But damn man the radio is bland, so in a way it did, fam.
And I’ve been a fan since the third grade, and I gotta say,
It was a good day so thanks O’shea.
Every time I rock a mic it seems to resonate
So think it’s about time I let this art elevate
Take the next step
Record, perfect
And disseminate
Haters gonna hate
So no point worrying what they do
You can’t please all the people all the time, it’s true
Lord knows I’ve spent way too long trying to, dude
Nothing to do but to pursue what’s right for you.
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Bus Fumes
03:12
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I don't drive a car
I'm too lazy to walk
My bike got stolen probably hocked
so why do I balk at the thought
of public transportation
At the bus station
People exchange salutations
Everyone eagerly racing to go to the next stop
I board the bus with a quick hop
I'm off to the magical land of mall to shop
Hurray for capitalism!
country music gives me an aneurism beyond compare
there's no fare so I take my seat
looking around me I can't help but see
America's problems with obesity
the fragrant aromas of sweat and pee
It's like a David Lynch movie
Not really, I'm just kidding
but looking at these people drooling as they're sitting
I can't help but get the impression
most of them have been on a bus of smaller dimensions
Now you can taste the tension as everyone is forced to wait for the wheelchair invention
And now I'm clenching my teeth
because the kids behind me don't know how to be discreet
talking about weed
here's a twenty from my money do the deed
Whatever you must do
Try to avoid the bus fumes (x2)
No radio, no cokes
no food, no smokes
Goddamn slowpokes
Will we move before I croak?
I guess we might not ever find out, folks
Why is my seat soaked?
Why is my cheek poked?
Why is this hood rat talking about how many inches she can deep throat?
I keep notes like cheat codes.
To each their own I mean
but you could please not wipe your Cheetos on my jeans?
Whatever you must do
Try to avoid the bus fumes (x2)
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4. |
Blossoms
02:19
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Another bitter blossom from my corpus callossum
The last thing rap needs is another rap about how a rapper’s awesome
But I’m still here to move my jaw some
Lest I be accused of playing opossum
I’m like a corpse flower when I shower
The stench tends to overpower
Only blooms once every ten years
When Saturn ascends it’s time to collect arrears
An open mic every other five to keep the dream alive
Til then shove everything down deep inside
Still struggling to sleep at night
What’s the reason why?
An amorphous titan stalks my memory
Curse of the eidetic class to carry more than necessary
Along with everything else swept up in the corners
The weight of the world is off to the coroners
A pachyderm promise from me to you
I won’t forget but neither do we have to talk about it too
That was a bit ungrammatically unglued
Apologies to the pros
That’s a bit of that ‘ewww’
Shoutout to Sprout
Java and Sumatra
Terra the Titan
There’s an awful lot of ya
Wee stinky, little Dougie, stay funky
Little buddies
Rosie, you’re alright,
Pepe le pew, keeping people up at night
Octavia, Bellatrix, stay blooming bright
Morticia, Putricia, keep it tight tight tight
Some might even like
Your dimethyl triisulfide
Whatever you got, there’s no reason to hide
Shoot in into the sky and watch the people gather nigh
Production by Bug
Much Love
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5. |
Black Sheep
01:57
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Do I seem strange to you?
Well you seem abnormal to me
Yet somehow I’ve been caught in a state
With the most amount of conformity
I was born to see beyond the veil that shrouds
And programming that clouds so some people deplore me
I’m tired of people taking pity on me for thinking uniquely
And not believing the prophetic divination they claim to be receiving
Meanwhile they continue in secret a life of cheating and deceiving
It makes me sick to the point I’m almost heaving
Witnessing these clones surround my home
Like they’re carved from stone
So set in the their old ways
Always talking about the old days
Or how the new phrase that’s all the rage
Shouldn’t be herd by kids of a certain age
What an absurd notion
I think kids have a higher intelligent quotient
Until schools administer their stupidity potions
And force everyone into the same mold
To do as they’re told with no question
Remind me again what was the definition of oppression?
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6. |
Basic Bitches
02:11
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Maybe we should get them all out now
Maybe we shouldn’t put each other down
Basically a basic bitch can be
Anybody you want to bring down
Speaking misognystically
Like a little bitch with a skinned knee
Take just the tip from me
Anybody can be a basic bitch
If you want you can build the outrage to a fever pitch
Shouldn’t we be better than this ?
Please don’t cancel me over this;
I already barely exist!
Maybe we shouldn’t put each other down
Maybe we should get them all out now
Maybe we shouldn’t have a cow
Maybe we shouldn’t put each other down
I don’t want to sound like a hypocrite and shit
But if you cancel me over this
You’re probably a basic bitch
I’m sure some panties will get in a twist over this
Knickers, garments, other underthings that exist
The same peaches that preach free speech til it’s something they want to nix
The same windowlickers that’ll blow out their britches over bitch
Then it’s oh won’t someone please think of the kids
Oh the poor children
That reminds me
I need some new kindling for this new proposal I’m building
Which way to these Pnomh Penh fields of killing these clinics are filling?
More empty squealing from believe it to be true feelings?
I’m all for shattering the glass ceiling
And a society that’s truly egalitarian
But I’m a still cut to the quick like a cesarian.
Maybe it’s better we get them all out now
Maybe we shouldn’t put each other down
Maybe it’s better we get them all out now
Maybe we shouldn’t put each other down
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7. |
Burning Bridges
03:31
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I burn so many bridges
I could count em to go to sleep instead of sheep
But I never run out
And so I'm counting to infinity
Too many bitches burned me
And so now I'm roaming scott free
Shouldn't have left me off the leash
So don't expect me to keep the peace
I'm burning bridges and every troll underneath
When I stroll through your streets
You no longer get a piece of me
You can't eat at me
You're just gnashing teeth at something you can't be
Quite the complex you’ve built of insecurity
I built a fort of solitude sure no one has heard of me
Burning weeds
stoned off my ass like that one book everyone says they read
But they don’t
they only overlook the leeches
Forgetting their practice what they preaches
Burning bridges
That's the least of my needs
I'm knee deep in the trees
Defeating enemies when necessary
with verbal incendiaries
Never no strap to carry
Too concerned I’d yearn for the hari-kari
And If you’ve got an axe let’s bury
It
Bury that hatchet because
I don’t think I want to pack it
Or the glowing coal of poor impulse control to match it
Otherwise, I think I’m gonna use it to cut this rope bridge
Never mean to bail, but sometimes a situation seems so hopeless
But I got some new luggage out of it - scope this
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Tone Deaf Jeff Salt Lake City, Utah
Provider of elaborate disturbances in the air. Born in So. Cal.
Lives in SLC.
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