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Andrew Lincoln freestyled this joint, straight up.
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IT'S A TRAP
03:19
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verse 1
i'm being extra persuasive to get the extra plays
pouring charm on you until you're forced to check the resume
if you think Suge Knight's having a bad string of luck
talk to his jealous lesser known cousin, Pepper Day
my bad, i could've did that a better way
talk to his jealous lesser known cousin, Pepper Squire
this winter i skipped the oil change for better tires
it backfired, the car that is
when there's more ice than viable road, it isn't hard to skid
my home's experienced a shortage of jars with lids
so now we drink out em
silverware segregated like blacks from drink fountains
i used to call my dirty pile of clothes "stink mountain"
but then i couldn't hide it
it became an elephant in the room in that
i shaped into the form of a pachyderm
my tactics are taciturn
usually why i'd much rather pass a turn
the rap game's a very fun way for cash to burn
an investment with bad return
do a lotta traveling, playing wit lots of bands and
shaking a lot of hands so it has it's germs
getting booked for small shows that i haven't confirmed
an understatement to say my dad is concerned
but still it seems i haven't learned
verse 2
sim simma
who got the keys to the inter-dimensional transceiver?
why i got future tech that still needs keys?
you can find us in the cloud where they don't print CDs
no i'm not downloading those mp3s
my time costs more now
had enough of bubbling right behind yall's foreground
besides, yall bored now
it's clearest in the end result
it's time for the guard change
mix a ton heart, smarts, and equal parts dart flame
i don't have a chart aim
but the weight of being slept on's been giving me sharp pains
so the let the alarm rang
take a rag and please clean up your discharge stains
i'm sitting in large planes
economy seat
next to the window
i'm passin on the savings to my kinfolk
they blasting on asses of famous bimbos
it's fine,
i'm farming my passions to make my gift grow
lines of zany info
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FIND A WAY
03:02
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v1
i wanna live in a beached boat
and have a daily morning meal of
reaped oats, goat, and wheat toast
having shallow conversations with deep folks
we yearn relationship, but still struggle to be close
all of my victories please note
as well as the failures
hell if tell ya
the elephant genitalia
swings close
protecting my inner thoughts
projecting my inner hawk
if it ain't about money then we ain't finna talk
that's a rare boast born from the confident times
only feeling opposite when opulent topics arise
see the kid dresses bummy, it's not a disguise
feeling broken like when composite objects collide
sweep the pieces up, pick up a couple pizzas and feast
them cracks and creases don't weaken us
it keeps us tough
i'd share it all but get mad when you don't leave me much
i love you more when you don't speak as much
chorus
and i'm trying to find my way
and i'm trying to make my path
without losing my life to a wack play
or ever having to face my past
but, that ain't how it go
v2
shout out to the hapless bums
moonlighting as sacks of scum
hiding behind hollow badges and spastic guns
i gotta very limited amount of dap for some
wouldn't mind seeing whoever's left zapped and stung
but if YOU in control of how the facts get spun
victim gotta prove worth, you'll never get asked for none
the power structure is deeply entrenched
the grid is weaved with contempt and sick beliefs sicker people invent
that's why i feel like a macbook with dual boot
'cause fool's shoot, disregarding the rules is fool proof
when the winning team is convinced that they're clean
and struggle against the force to be removed like a pulled tooth
one way of operations for yall,
those diametrically opposed to my pulse and motivations to ball
words ringing with truth but i don't wait for the call
i sense the disconnect awaits in us all
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SWAGFEST
02:53
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follow me to the gates of hell or to plates of kale
if i'm rarely on time it might mean i'm too late to fail
entering mystic zones glimpses in the crystal shown
narcissistic clones too busy to grow artistic bones
my alter ego, is the supreme leader of a race of tall bird people
i'm called Nerd Eagle
my bullshit detector has a high tech
filtration system
weeds out the haters and believers in creationism
most of yall are ex skaters with a cocaine addiction
snort lines long as the mason dixon is your daily mission
you hate to hear it, the tensions thicker than maple syrup
if it ain't a paid appearance then i ain't appearing
your favorite labels had a bidding war
once they saw me break a billion boards
and the blade of the Spirit Sword
maybe that's the pacifist in me and though i hate fights
i should probably join a group of overzealous space knights
'cause really i just wanna take ship rides and ride on some ziplines
and die in the rip tides
but
i don't even wanna brag yet
i don't even wanna talk sad yet
i just wanna relax rest and get some teabags wet
and snag the top sash at the swag fest
v2
what's the balance between a gentle rise
and neighborhoods being gentrified?
like you living in the same spot all your life
a store opens next door
and you cain't afford the shit inside
paycheck probably a different size
there's no inflation adjustment, i see the raping of budgets
greatly intensified
and now your rent is high
local demographic shifted now you fit a description meant to be vilified
and if you live in places yet to be penetrated
they getting innovative
genocide's been incentivized
things allowed in the H20
lower you base I Q
and they don't care if your kids survive
maybe we'll be able to police the politicians and see their negligent decisions result in being penalized
but i gotta better chance jumping through the television into a film
now i'm the captain of the Enterprise
Snyder gotta drink lead the rest of his years just to make it a 8th even
or claim he's civilized
now i'm muthafuckin sad now
somebody done tipped over the cash cow
feeling like i'm eating out the trash now
that's just McDonald's, Ronald laughing in the background
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doc verse
pick a card from the magic deck
whatever your hand touches
demands punches
I land helicopters on sands
and plan summits
command for the pounds n the grams
advance sums
I expand
you spam rubbish
that's a neat way to diss a dude
each day is an interlude
keep playing me minuscule
I'll send six Super Sentai bots
to botch your hentai plots
nothing not squashed within 5 blocks
hop in the starship
auto-piloted pirated softwares
you climbed in the crosshairs
prior to pushing buttons I might
whisper a soft prayer
letting my intentions be known
and setting my decisions in stone
metal collisions with bone
your missing father figure
left divisions in homes
bro
resulting in these primitive drones
I gotta dispatch
pass the gazpacho
mashed on the macho
come fast with the cash pronto
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send me invite
and show me guest list
too many folk on it that i don't mess with
might see some people that i don't wanna talk to
and I won't hit the party if it's too far to walk to
see i'm really a computer nerd
and i'm using misdirection on present and future birds
you ain't fly and your shit ain't close so your celebration ain't worth
the uber surge
but if i see a name that i know i could hitch a ride
travel situation get immediately simplified
but i'm kinda low on the dough so no chips on the petro
oh, won't you let a villain slide?
see i'm trying to keep the money paypal
hey now
and it look like it was supposed to be a potluck
all they bringin is the reggie and the rotgut
ain't no forks an dno plates
they got pasta, though?
and i hardly know the host
but she's starting to approach for the handshake, hug
and the tiny chat
i brought box wine and snacks for this riot act
she gotta lei, got beads, gotta tiny hat
feelin dumb but i'm stuck in this thang
it ain't fun but it's nothing so strange i couldn't come to
explain that
my presence is the passion of the peer pressure
but i'mma have to grade the function with the sixth letter
chorus
but i guess that i'm stuck here now
got blunts, beer, chow
and i don't want none of it
but now i'm eating rigatoni with my hands, in a corner ,
feeling phony kinda lonely and i'm lovin it
'cause i gotta lotta anxiety
i would rather be at home and enjoying my privacy
but as long as nobody is focusing on me
i can concentrate on trying to be
normal
what's the wifi password?
what's the wifi password?
write it on this little slip of paper so i ain't gotta make a 5 second effort to ask her
if you know it, but you don't wanna show that you know it
we can put the topic on the back burner but
i know you visited before 'cause i seen snapchat stories of you and all these mufuckas turning up
what's the wifi password?
what's the wifi password?
"S-REGGIN double L-A 68"
well
that's "86 all niggers" backwards
i guess that the owner of this wifi router is a racist
i didn't know the owner of this wifi router was a racist
a racist
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AS AN ADULT
03:53
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i rose very late that day
had to make drive quick
no 9 to 5 under my belt
my pride slipped
but milady on some ride or die shit
didn't ge ta chance to do the routine
you know, me upon the throne as the new king
my subjects appear at a regular time
you could atomic clock to it
we making milly rocks plop and even hot fluids
my misfortune, this morning, yo i did not do it
so my sweet lady suggest i eat
top loaded some breakfast meats
now it's time to caress the streets
drawbacks of the seated position
.body remembering similar feelings
in the whip tryna ignore the rumble now
in my stomach the sow, cow
are doing triple salchows
gassy like kiss kiss bang bang
peck peck pow pow
GPS wanna redirect to a quaint residence in brown town
full of shit and gotta get the pounds down
thinking 'bout home and comfort there
but i'm closer to my folks crib, running scared
it's something 'bout the memory
and the proximity that turns your
autonomous operations to the enemy
i'm hitting speeds past legal limits
that lavatory, i can see me in it
it's the hare VS the tortoise head poking out
sphincter muscle choking at it's only job
i see the front facade of my childhood
body like nostalgia, yo we all good
i fumble for the keys and i can't squeeze
hard enough, looking at the door , it's a war
going on inside of these pant seams
well-known sensations, and i hate it and i can't scream
key enters the hole
Elvis has left the building
and i lose control
it's like seeing the goal and reaching it
but then it disappears just as soon as you speak of it
recognizing the smells of the crucial ingredients
the heat and the greasiness
the heavy uneasiness
damn, indeed i did
chorus
i shit on myself as an adult
i was old enough to vote
i was old enough to smoke
i never smoked
but i
shit on myself as an adult
i was old enough to smoke
i was old enough to vote
i did vote
i couldn't be too upset
nobody saw me and nobody was up yet
hit the toilet n destroyed it
but i can't forget the truth , i can't avoid it
you see the soiled drawers and jeans
turn on the shower, piping hot, and
enjoyed the steam
washed away a quantum of shame
from this day on my outlook cannot be the same
in that dank basement i found some old sweats
the ghosts of my relatives' souls wept
and so i scrubbed the tainted linens in the basin
then threw em in the washer with the chemical cocktails
an kicked it with my pops after he exited slumber
he didn't ask why i was there
and i did not tell
chorus
'cause
i shit on myself as an adult
i was old enough to vote
i was old enough to smoke
i never smoked
but i
shit on myself as an adult
i was old enough to smoke
i was old enou
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doc verse
It's the awesome audible hacksaw
head balder than Terry Bradshaw's
you slack jawed yokels that
rap soft
should pass off into the next dimension
accept your next position as the sweeper
of stages after we wreck your system
made an impression like a bladed weapon
laid against your face and pressed in
so take some injuries or take suggestions
write a will
we fight to kill
still on your head, like a bill
but we'd do it for free
'cause we don't like your grill
with a sniper's still hand
I trigger fans to pull it
at the speed of advancing bullets
channels demanding footage
the stance is crooked 'cause this sword weighs
more than I, mortals mortified
they're morsels for this Smörgåsbord we've
organized
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TIME (DO IT, DO IT)
03:34
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chorus
if i gotta take time
i'mma take my time and do it right
and if i ain't got time
i'mma do it
and i cain't waste time
i'mma do it
v1
i might not make it to the morning
you might not make it to the morning
take a shot
true, i might not make it
if i make it then i'm scoring
that's the basic principle of most sports
hated individual in most courts
maybe you'll get centered after interview with blow torch
differences too miniscule to go off
but children wanna mention you to get the fuel
to go up
here's a jetpack
baby, never sweat that
here's some jet boots
baby, never sweat loot
here's a sweat suit
maybe it'll work out
and if don't
then i hope you took some good pictures
for the proof
that you was in the gym
but, you gotta explain how you ain't been getting thin
poof
swish
splash
should've got 'em a swimsuit
this is it, oops
v2
in my experience
any decision is better than indecision
your interference is met with my cynicism
it's better to just forget 'em
i measure my best appearance
against the number of breasts in attendance
the lesson is in the simple suggestion to get it
i question your mental strength if you've yet to commit
to the efforts that maximize how a second is spent
you too reckless with it
you gotta tighten up
you loose cannon, skip tanning
you gotta lighten up
i mix messages inn a blender
divide it up
and conquer it
my obstacles ain't a challenge
i'm fly as fuck and i gotta get outta
the bottom
i'm convinced
we got some trophies awaiting cuz all my homies amazing
and we control information so we supposed to caking
'cause we done waited for the dough to rise
make it and take it
we done waiting to be notified
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i know you didn't ask for my opinion on the matter
i been scouring the data for some hours and i had to
sit you down
and give you some informational cue cards
found out that solving my own problems is too hard
yall folks can be my surrogate sims
instead of learning to swim i put the burden on them
and i can still be the reason why the herd is so thin
the game is broken i still serve it a gem
see all my customers bought it
with this uncomfortable logic
you'll be able to run for republican office
here's a few rules to live your life by
never walk streets, you might get caught in a drive by
submit those expense reports, itemized
act your age and stop acting your diaper size
instead of thinking 'bout having sex wit dem wet freaks
exercise enough to reduce your excess neck meat
change your diet up, next week
don't fry it up, matter fact you should eat less meat
meditate, less tweets
start a journal up, maybe make a vision board
and don't fill it up with silly pictures of whips and swords
get some more constructive hobbies
than ducking jobs to suck and slob seductive bodies
at least keep it out the public view
or pay for it like truckers do when you wanna bust your goo
have brunch with an estranged cousin
and don't invite other fam 'cause
you gotta alienate someone
the hashtag six-zeroed sheep
dishing out zero sleep
keeping the crib smelling like gyro meat
pick a bedtime, stick to it
visit the doctor if your penis is inexplicably
dripping thick fluid
that's not a feature of its normal operation
promptly arrive at the start of your formal occupation
think of sleep as a form of concentration
think of being cheap as a war on ostentatiousness
and check your breath after each meal
the government should issue free mouthwash refills
maybe pop a few mints until you get home
where you can brush your teeth and build the paste into a thick foam
be a good sportsman
don't dance in the end zone
don't use romance from the friendzone
since they raised the price you should cancel the netflix
and don't read snarky blog articles for sex tips `
do everything i say
and make it snappy
do everything today
see, i'm the one like 3 dividing 3
and your mama say i'm fun like Keegan Michael Key
with a Neo Geo console
cuz i keep it lighter than the O-V-O honcho
you owe me those nachos
maybe i would play it straighter if i had a better buzz
but i never fit like that legendary leather glove
interpersonally operating like the devil does
i just wanna see the world turn pebble dust
i just wanna see the world burn
level up
spread confusion like nutella yes
i set you up
i'm really a sewer urchin in a person suit
too concerned with herbs and returning to my urban roots
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happy leap year
this here's a reach
but let's be clear
you should only listen to this song once
every one thousand four hundred and sixty days
while you confront your deep fears over cheap beers
february 29th, two thousand sixteen
remember who got clowned and picked clean
a bit of advice, homies
you should only pound if the mound is pristine
you can never be down if your sound is extreme
aiming for the main and turned out
i'm ecstatic to see you drowning midstream
i'm living in the moment and i'm dying in reflection
timing is lesson
with every winding second
i'm a giant in conception
that's what you gotta tell yourself to lie through your depression
that's why we fuck the planet with the mightiest erection
til hatefully departed in thin blankets of scarlet
from emaciated artists to artificially inflated starlets that fame made a target
i'd rather be famous for being the steph curry of throwing balled up pieces of paper towel into the garbage
while you roleplay as idiocy incarnate
i'm eckhart tolle with the tone of voice you better obey
only exception i don't rep the ofays
the best of both ways
my message is so festive, olé
don't vote for donald trump in this election, okay
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Illingsworth Detroit
EMCEE + PRODUCER
stuff i make = music with @rufiojones @seanuppercut, beats, raps, videos.
born & bred resident of Detroit.
smooth due to alopecia.
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