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1. |
Fine Whine
04:26
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V1.
...Million play songs yeah I wrote those
Getting loads of plays in the background of videos
Odd that I'm going so hard with my dope flows
Know I am not a rap god, just Kuroki Tomoko
...I'm Madarame, no I'm Hato
As I said it here, some imagine that I'm not though
Line is so unclear, it's the nature of the media
Might fear what you hear's just references I'm feeding ya
... Put a lot of bait up for debate
Moving innuendos, yet they wait to contemplate
Cannot ever finish, all the weight laid as of late
The cooking ain't started, dinner's frozen in a crate
... Get it y'all ain't warmed up to me
Chilling in the back, everyone ducking me
... Understand that I'm difficult to eat
Only for the palettes more bizarre yet not elite
Ch.
Whine, but I'll keep the vent trill though
Find a lot on my chest now to spill though
Whine, but I'll keep the vent trill though
Find a lot on my chest now to spill though
... Play the villain till you're gone
Cause nobody wanna hear from me
... Keep the real out my songs
Cause nobody wanna hear from me
V2.
... No time for comments only questions
May not have the answers, but just stay outta my mentions
What we have in common is the unearned condescension
But this is my q&a, and lyrical convention
... Dress in your finest if it's cosplay
Lose yourself in someone else, if only for three days
Trust me, every line, I'm puttin' on an outfit
Mask is like the AMEX, don't leave home without it
... So please line up for the dealer's room
Gotta a lotta merchandise to be eagerly consumed
Oversell myself, made perspectives back off
Left my hands full with a backlog of backstock
... Bubbles bursting like it's back in '07
Exiting paradise kisses never know heaven
Came so far, but despite all of the go gettin'
Market wants a sacrifice, or at least some bloodlettin'
V3.
... Hyperfocus on the wrong places
Lost in the bass hits, but missing the basics
Looking at the friends who got into high places
Trying to pretend that the envy ain't tasteless
... Guessing greener grasses are ageless
Just like these faces upon social spaces
Soaked in selection, filtered for fakeness
The cycle's direction, is seamless and breakless
... Being middle aged ain't grown enough
Everything delayed, layin' low, just holin' up
Body falls apart, makes me feel like throwin up
Cannot make a start, everyday's just holdin' tough
... Too many lost despite new connections
Too much time passed to pursue resurrections
... Trying to bring a close to my missions
Feeling like I've outgrown limited editions
end.
Way too online and focused on the timeline
Interaction digital's just sitting on the sidelines
Riptide drags way below the lowest tide lines
In a trench, but not the trenches of an incline
Can't resurface let alone expect a come up
And it's for the best, late success would be dumb luck
My vocals are weightless, so lack gravitation
So now I'm out of line cause I'm mad with waitin'
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2. |
Bad Posts
03:26
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Ch. (x4)
Get mad n' reply
New like n' subscribe
Corn cob, corn cob
Bad posts, sad lies
V1.
Why be inventive kid?
Mathematics incentive the negative
Why be attentive kid?
Get more attention for being insensitive
Forget the empathy
Weighting that favors more hatred, audacity
Decrease capacity
All hater language forget perspicacity
Tumbled and polished
Everyone's dignity ruined, demolished
Screaming like colic
Making a mess but y'all call it a Pollack
Rotten for profit
So ill begotten the gains that they lock in
Poisonous moppets
Toxically talkin upon every login
Everyone's goin for engagement
Easy mode's gettin' more enragement
No love for those with a sage bent
Go dumb gettin' real paid then
Everyone wanna get their bands up
Nobody wanna get their hands up
No love for those getting handsome
So getting ugly's the perfect plan huh?
V2.
Ignore the human
Keep all your kindness absent and truant
Never a Truman
Bucks never stoppin' so long as your screwin'
Everyday ruined
Technically winnin' even when you're losin'
Replyin' crusin'
Goosin' the numbers up till they get clued in
If they switch patterns
Adaptin' again is the action that matters
Regroup or scatter
Continue sendin whatever recaptures
Eyes and attention
Get the retention back into the mentions
Paying the rent then
Tryin' to tell yourself you're not demented
Not owned is whatcha tell your psyche
"It's fine that not one soul likes me"
Self assurances landing tritely
No insurance, no landing lightly
Nose divin into dark abysses
Just jokes yet you're feelin' listless
Whole life's maladroit and bliss-less
No kisses, just kicks and fistses
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3. |
Sick
03:15
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ch. X2
sick of playin games, sick of all the typin
sick of all the nothin everyone's writin
though I do the same, in many things I say
but I wanna do better, so I hope we all change
V1.
Dear Myself, Thought Everything Had Changed
But Drama Pains Still Strains With Too Many Lame Brains,
No Horsepower, Just Pony Bars From These Phony Bards
Whose Flows Sound Like The Lonely Island Taking Homely Sharts
Only Multis Spat Are Spats About How They're Wack
With Cargo Culty Raps Demanding Press In Attacks
No Sack So No Racks To Blow Down At A Sak's
Probably Can't Attack The Discount Racks At The Gap
That's No Cap And Mask Off And I Never Do That
Ya Try To Catch Me Slip But I Redact Run It Back
You're Back To Driving Lyft While There's Nothing I Lack
There's No Laughs At Your Act, So Back Off, Do It Stat
No Matter The Era Or Forum It's Breeds Boredom
Stare At The Screen But Each Screed Reads More Dumb
Than The Last, All That Errata Seeds Like Sorghum
Cream Of The Crop Leaves, Fell Off & Got Sore Thumbs
V2.
Fuck Everyone Whose Writing For Neural Nets
Whose Only Real Audience Is Made Of An Empty Set
No Human Actually Trying To Look To You
Just Following A Trail Of Crumbs Like Blue Clues
These Cyphers Summarize Evoking No Emotions
Just Click Bait Listicles In Hip-Hop Coatins
Upset That No One Ever Digs You Out Of Ya Blankets
Of Pop Culture Nods, Ya Listeners All Thankless
The Parasocial Relationships You Built Are All Fakes
Counterfeit Connections That Easily All Break
It's Like Ya Bought Your Come Up Off Of Ali Or Wish
Because It's Way Over Due, And It's Broken n' Shit
And It's Cause Of Wiki Raps That Run Up The Streams
But Don't Keep One Fan On Who'd Follow Your Dreams
I Get This All Sucks, And That You've Been So Hurt
Cause Your Fanfic Bars Blocked Your Self Insert
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4. |
Break The Internet
02:18
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Ch. (x2)
Break the internet? Nah it broke me.
Taste the bitterant: Flavor chokes me.
Break the internet? Yeah, it'd be fun.
Bet it's goin' down, US-EAST-1
V1.
I ain't got the patience to correct you
Connect four no way can't connect to
Anyone whose ignorance a virtue
Not cruel, no I don't wanna hurt you
But I ain't obligated to debate you
And you don't want me to educate you
So there's no path to extricate you
You just want my L to validate you
But you gotta snatch it, I can't give it
Best chop like a hatchet or forget it
Think you're like the coffee from a civet
You just smell the same: rancid, acidic
Used like to wallow in the slop as well
Knew the path I followed it was hot as hell
Tired of the enmity and rotten tales
Recognized my dignity is not for sale
V2.
Used to gaze into abysses darker than
Scolded 'cause I was a firestarter man
Couldn't trust or love as it was harder than
Simply giving up on being smarter than
The web encased me in conspiracies
ML always guiding me to query seas
Never sunny beaches in realities
But radical oceans where the scary breeds
Bailed on that as the poison overwhelmed
Turned the bow with no reverse upon the helm
I evacuated to the 3d realm
Some left back trapped in their cerebellum
Shadow boxin enemies who never show
Ignorant with no desire to ever grow
Locked inside these selective communities
Reinforced by weights that push more lunacy
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5. |
Head Down Hands Up
02:56
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ch. (X2)
Feelin like I'm livin in exile
Been cut from a different textile
Kevlar in room of full of reptiles
Head down, hands up, stackin checks while
V1.
Mad sick, rabid attacks from these hell hounds
Panicked when I deflect, thought I fell down
Tragically it connects, so the bell sounds
Magic academic got you spellbound
Akko cause I'm KO with a AK
Stack grows with a great flow that's a pay day
Rack clothes with my pesos not layaway
Black hole as the weight grows can't stay away
...Too many threads to dereference
Even right there underlining my pretense
Preference the densest, obtuser the sentence
My truth is compression, condense til it's senseless
Not my problem if there's no comprehension
Actin' appalled then at my condescension
Ignorin' calls to play nice, no pretensions
My conversations are built on dissention
V2.
Can't give a damn what I spit today
Perfect score tied up like kitsuke
Those out reactin, askin me to clarify
Oh, no I don't give the keys out to paradise
Wrapped nicely and with a neat bow
And still coming through purely in a neet mode
K still flows with a mix of elite code
With geek nods deeper than any meek know
Since ninety nine, just before prime time
Puttin off homework, slackin off that grind
Toonami's the only place that I wanna be
Nostalgia blinds, might pull them back, honestly
Snapback with a clapback to now
More than clear on that when and how
Got to a place where I'm just like wow
Played my cards like it's magic, clow
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6. |
Still On One
02:34
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V1.
You said I'm stupid and arrogant
Said I'm a fuckin embarrassment
Wanted to define the narrative
Victim act was your imperative
But really wanted that violence
Intimidate into silence
Only thing keeping you filed in
Consequences of that style then
Never imagined me spittin
Situation was forbidden
Too bad I did it
Off the top and in writtens
Creation tailored and fitted
I'll never quit it
Fought me and scolded my actions
Only chased your satisfaction
Breaking my traction
Taught me to hold my obsessions
Follow through on my intentions
& Beat back depression
Ch. X2
Know some wanna see my whole life spun
Good luck watch out if you try somethin
Wanna catch me down bad, on a sad run
Too bad everyone, I'm still on one
V2.
Never believed in my vision
A devil's advocate sittin
Questionin every decision
Always insultin my mission
Never respond with elation
Despite the monetization
Wanted that for your creation
But when I get it you're hatin?
Couldn't accept that I'm special
Different moves left you unsettled
You couldn't kettle
Flower with beautiful pedals
Blueprint thrown out and disheveled
Proving my mettle
Too many options too brilliant
Evergreen in my resilience
Dreamin of millions
Haters can stay in their feelins
Shoutin invectives at ceilins
I'll still be healin
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7. |
Shoegazer
03:24
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v1.
tired of being socked every day by internal vox
fight with myself often, professionally oughtta box
trauma bleedin' me out, speechless I never talk
desires of this society defeat me I wanna walk
either explode somethin', or somethin' is gonna blow
somethin' we can't decode, forgot till it overflows
multiverses in cursive recursively bury growth
somethin' we cannot show, cause even we don't yet know
everything ill fittin', yet nothin' is ever ill
puzzle pieces missin', so nothin' can ever heal
everything's too meta, like nobody's ever real
senses going numb, like never again I'll feel
never feel fulfilled, emptiness like a void
nothin' left can thrill, no moments are overjoyed
everything even keeled, leveled and steady state
cept when it falls apart, incredible as it breaks
Ch.
...Every second passing is the dopest
Every word spoke is like a bucket of nootropics
They can't find an outline, we detail with copics
They can't even cope, it was terror when we wrote this
...Power radiating like a Therac
Prejudice pervasive, so the haters wanna retract
Going so hard, so they ask us how we dare slap
Lookin at how they're cap, jonesin' for some rare 'facts
V2.
try to slam on the brakes, friction doesn't engage
giving it all it takes, yet it all tears n' frays
shredded, red n' enraged, nothing left there to save
senselessly flashin' back, prayin' for better days
stuck at a crossin', blockin' in all directions
nothin' but a tool for a faux resurrection
talked down to, endless the condescension
everything falls apart, lacking any retention
touching across dimensions, breaking down every wall
nothing is standing still, everyone in the thrall
anyone trying to stall, better get uninvolved
exit 'fore it resolves, shrinking back from the call
everything realigns as variables redefine
glitching and changing signs, blazing through battlelines
descrating designs, addling weaker minds
razing the ties that bind, freeing the lost to find
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8. |
Change It Up
02:37
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Ch.
Chill out I'm the same as you
Every shot fired is aimed at me too
That's why I'll explain it at you
Might be time to change it up dude
(x4)
Change it up (x3) ayy...
(outro background)
every song's the same, the same, the same, the same (x2)
V1.
All I see are kids min maxing a little game
Coulda flipped lids, not chasing a little change
Coulda shown out and flexed with a little range
Instead all ya topics all stayed a little same
Jump on a Sunday with no Afternoons
Cookie cutter themes woulda felt more new
Coulda had Friends if you spelled it in runes
Somehow Dengeki that everything is ruined
Worked like a dog but all you got was a pero
More than a deck shuffled wrong for the tarot
Clear as day it's cause ya thesis is narrow
Yet it fell apart like it's Desus n' Mero
Built your own prisons entrapped for life uh
Cause all your tracks are homages or cyphers
Try to be you but then no one likes ya
Amuro slapped by Noah Bright uhh...
V2.
All the same subjects feel light and novel
Long like titles of the worst light novels
Poorly built like a pig sty, hovel
Bad wolf blow it all down won't coddle
Think I'm no threat, think I ain't known yet
Watch your tone bet, better watch ya own set
Set your watches on it, that I'll rezone it
Build a throne upon it, made of all ya cornbread
Gotta a lotta Hamburger Helper on deck
Whipping up a meal, maybe flip for a check
Swing the club deep til it hits and connects
Yet no catharsis cause I feel like dreck
I oughta cut it up like it's Menchi
Stop letting drama live in me rent free
Shoulda focused on the love others sent me
Coulda felt like I'm Noata or Tenchi
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9. |
Weight So Heavy
03:14
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Ch. (X2)
Can't try angles, Ayakashi
Fate's stays tangled, Abenobashi
Waits so steady on my body
Weights so heavy on my body
V1.
Lock on the psyche is worse than penetration
Penetratin' that there ain't value in my creation
Creates a tension, it's puttin' weight on my soul
Soul discretion continually taking a toll
Tolls paid rather than melee at the fines
Fine days pretty thin is what's plaguin' my mind
Mind manners and back burner my day planner
Plans to change all estranged, and no one clamors
Clamor to feel more, but chasing these fake goals
Goals shifted beneath and turned to fools gold (well)
Gold chains really never in the Equation
The equating of gifts is just equivocation
Equivalent my exchanges? no, I just lost more
More often than not knocked out upon floors
Floors filthy reflective of all my mind blocks
Blocks built in my childhood that I cannot unlock
V2.
Sure cocky though nothing I do is special
Special today's the past, and never cast in metal
Metal taste in my mouth seared into my dreams
Dreams turning to nightmares such a tired scheme
Schemes never bare fruit, too many distractions
Distracted by cheap thrills and sadder actions
Acting right is no longer on the table
Table a motion to get emotions but unable
Unable to traverse upon fragile grounds
Grindin out a path without allowed sound
Soundin alarms, but no one here listens
Listenin not needed for modern day missions
Mission was too vague, so then we all lost
Lost futures for everyone, focus too soft
Soft attitudes all passed off as demure
Demure to a fault, but really unsure
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10. |
No Back Ups
03:29
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v1.
So I don't ride with isekai as I'm not a bitter guy
Just tryin to find a better life honestly without a lie
Other folks hoping for trucks to run up on 'em why
Focus on final fantasies that they can never set aside
Watch as everyone else is moving up and moving past
Even Anno's telling shippers that it's time to touch some grass
A universe and century of time and space, it's such a laugh
That universal centuries still radiate a deadly grasp
Seeing such diversity all thinkin' "no one likes you"
Watch 'em double down on chat pachiko waifus
The ship will never sail, if they never once try dudes
Complaints can't fall on ears, if they can't start a life too
The metaphors spelled out by all their favorite anime
Somehow never motivates to find a pathway out today
Always for tomorrows as tomorrows never can betray
Wallow in the sorrow, never piloting, just candidates
ch.
No Back Ups, No Save States
No Reloads, Carry That Weight
...Mistakes are too easy to make
You gotta understand the game, cause it's ready to break
No Back Ups, No Save States
No Reloads, Carry That Weight
...You are your own worst enemy
And everyone is ready to catch ya out in ya enmity
v2.
Everyone's connected, yet got no one to talk too
Angst is misdirected, can't even chill with otaku
Energy ineffective, too ready to mute and block you
Can't walk or talk it out, but ready to run and pop you
Can't communicate across divides to any other person
And finding new stomping grounds leads to the uncertain
Easy to stay inside, and try to hide behind the curtain
Parasocial turns parasitic and everybody's hurtin
Everybody here's antisocial, but they still acted out
Then failed very publicly where all the dirt's tracked about
No room for any sympathies, everybody casted doubt
Hot takes cooking nuance off, judgement passed on every route
All could've been headed off by hanging out at comic stores
Made friends at conventions, equals who do not adore
Or hate every action that you ever take, no keeping score
Made as many day ones as you could before ya shut that door
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11. |
Bad Memory Shtick
02:43
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V1.
I don't ride with bots, no Polars or FN Mekas
I only keep it real, real people with real records
If you're only online, ain't making real connections
Parasocial energy only in one direction
Meta MCs only live in Visual Studios
Only meta for me is references in my loopy flows
I've had my Phil Collins, enough su-su-sussdio
I'm last of the DoDos goin do-do-dootio
On any 2-bit artist project managed in binary
Search engine rejects tagged in their finery
Machine learning trained, distilled in refineries
I show it all in the trash, and ask it kindly leave
Delete it off the servers like films at Discovery
Bleach bit these puppets with no hope of recovery
I'm fine with those actually made by independents
I hope indie v-tubers are snatchin' these phony's pendants
Ch. (X2)
The past's the just past like it's ODB
These OTPs were just an OTP
It's bad memory schtick like OCZ
Why won't they last? Well, it's mostly me
V2.
Catch a lot FLAC like I'm lossless sound
Don't wanna redact so I'm off this now
Managed with no management, I'm boss-less wow
Devalued my damages? I'll talk less. How?
Mostly mental with instrumentals and incidentals
Everything real and no rentals of Continentals
Even if it means the gleam gleaned isn't as bright
At least what the scene's seen on screen's actually right
No edits, no cuts or cherry picks
No fake outs, jump scares or scary tricks
If it's down bad it's actually down bad
And if it's all good, won't flip it to sound sad
Won't name brands to name brands for clout chases
Can't wear a mask or a filter upon my faces
Ain't n95, just 93 til infinity
Bring it back to life, no virtual reality
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12. |
Chase Forever
02:41
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Ch. X2
Virtual boys can't make your meals
Virtual girls can't pay your bills
All of these toys will never fill
All of these holes in you are real
Post ch.
They'll never love you in the way you hope they'll love you
They cannot love you in the way you need that love too
V1.
Best way to, self medicate
Never meditate, only generate
Then pass out, on the interstate
Just an ingrate, won't integrate
Can't fight it though, don't wanna scrimmage
Just click click, see another image
Press delete, if you hate the visage
All junk food, never eatin spinach
Only green ya got, is the envy
Gettin fiscal, say it's plenty
Really your lots, very empty
Artificial's weighin' heavy
On ya soul now, takin' tolls now
In the cold out, gettin' closed down
Was a hold out, now it holds down
Now it all drowns, in the sholes now
V2.
All the bull ish, never cooled it
Common sense out, let a fool spit
Let the rope wrap, let the tool hit
No defense now, caught a full hit
Chase idols, staying idle
Oxygen out, lower vitals
Cloned styles, looking vile
Can't reroute, so the piles
All runaway, go critical
Neon blue glow, new pinnacle
Can't get away, too mystical
Chain just grows, invincible
Repent now, gotta prostrate
Extends out, self-propagates
Can't unplug, self-replicate
Brand new drug, self-medicate
End.(x2)
No matter how it's clever
It's just a chase forever
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Making Drum n' Bass, Nerdcore, Anime Rap, Trap, Vaporwave, Beat Tapes & much more since 1997. Well, started some of those at different points, but whatever.
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