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Only RRRappers Will Like This

by Illingsworth

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(Verse 1) yo, get your mothafuckin mitts off me you can talk shit, but please talk your shit softly hate mongering robots flop and commonly don't rock get cleaned up, i'll use your sarcophagus as my soapbox I'm Rick (Astley) with the hostages, never gonna give you up mixing up the potions, Doc doing wizard stuff sitting in a basement, looking at a flickering screen hoping my time wasn't wasted , visiting dreams of ripping stages, in digital ages but the lyrical labors favor minimal wages am I diggin my grave or am I friggin' amazin? if not now then when's the conditional statement not a teen, never shook off the angst i could walk the plank but i took off and shrank but then became the bigger man Henry Pym would give him a standing o like damn he pro, Moranis bro (chorus) Only rappers will like this you don't have to be polite just tell the truth (Verse 2) ayo, faster than a photon the penalty for messin wit the Zohan is swift kicks to the cajones from your opponents at the goal line .do as the coach chimed and go the whole nine i'm coming up with intelligent ways to phrase and embellish the hellish displays that i imagine when cabin fever has captured me whole sapping my soul and the only way to fight back is passionate prose but a misappropriation of talent is shown cuz rather than having the stones to battle oppressive forces i be back at my home relaxing laughing at gore flicks or, playing some game where magical orbs are thrown and the graphic performance impresses my mom happy she visits but she takes the stress when she's gone .maybe she'll think this is one of my better songs or maybe naw
(Verse 1) ayo return to the Eden Hermes please slow down god, you speedin get a job, custodial, sweeping you're in love, only you, weeping ....on the weekend riding in a Lincoln with the seats draped in sheepskin, fresh, still bleedin my family gotta problem with the company i'm keeping my dad still get at me but the lessons never sink in he said "go to school, graduate, and we even" i'm sorry, pops, i can't hold up my part in this agreement still operating off theories we don't believe in still debilitated when insecurities creep in swinging the sword, master foil, as i crash the soil that's my toil, raps that boil cats in castor oil just wanted to put it in a rhyme to file away i got your number, i'm a dial away (Chorus) Something fishy here, get the engineer (Verse 2) your sense of entitlement ain't built on a survival instinct or on some kinda internal tribalist sciences it's built offa them shitty teachings that i peeled off ya yo shitty parents and their shitty marriage ditto for me i feel a bit embarrassed spinning like a pinwheel or a ferris at the topic but clarity in optics don't match the kinda therapy that's gifted from catharsis i'm grounded like a partridge so when i feel disheartened don't look for me to pop a clip or cartridge in a weapon for assault on several targets ii'm grabbing pens pencils or computers or some markers paper envelope napkin cardboard index cards even the palm of my hand, as a starter, yo i can be a father, a lord, important author reporting the states of those of us succumbing to the darker places in the mind we'd choose never to remark on so if you gotta spark one, do it i ain't gonna stop ya but don't expect me to look out for the coppers either speak to me deeper if you wanna touch the teacher i see issues of crushing speakers in usher/bieber
SEX 03:16
(Verse 1) Written to sex beat empires have fallen political machines brought to a grinding halt because somebody wanted men shot men women told lies about women to men, it begins with good Players turned fool bought a bunch of diamonds I judge em like Simon cause they just want from a chick whose self respect costs your check would you let her meet your moms cause she got good.....? you would buy a car jeopardize your growth as a man for some futile fun and some cheap put something toxic into into the blood stream of young queen cuz you think it's hard to get the police beating you the judge then'll sentence you now you're in a cell getting forced to have If it ain't plentiful sharpen up your game you can get it too it's time to have (Verse 2) If you have partner I hope to God your relationship is healthy and you both enjoy You would honestly , have to be the lamest muthafucka in the world to go your whole life and avoid when you come from work look into the eyes of your significant other and simply think the word if yall got it like that you 'bout to get it like that hit me up and thank me later after you have some I hope you strapped it up cuz if you ain't getting at least 60K you shouldn't have unprotected you're think bout Trojans I'm thinking that plus prenuptials unless you trust who you're having with Winning combination when you genuinely love who you wit and they coming with that bomb ass If it ain't plentiful sharpen up your game you can get it too it's time to have
(Verse 1) i'm the man but only in my mind and only 50% of the time getting caught in practices that critically interfere with my grind in other words, i'm good at wasting time good at making lines not for coke overdoses more for dope quotes n boasts mostly making rhymes and you can dutty wine shake behinds hey it's fine you playing your position i'll focus on playing mine staying in the limelight would be nice grazing the crime life, facing 3 strikes babylon take away your de-lights avalon, ex-calibur armed, the king type ...try to be fly and get a wing sniped catch me in the Chi at a wingstop visiting Raj, Zain, and Marcos Adam and Jack, El and Matt selecting tracks at a bar most nights, sending vibrations to ward off beastly marks shown in the form of bar-codes solving this rap puzzle get these pussies some cat muzzles it seems every month the crap doubles we try to meet peacefully, cats scuffle somebody reaches into a black Duffle and just like that you getting clapped, snuffed you (Verse 2) .my buddy delivers sandwiches for sandwich shops i'm gonna order ham on rye have him deliver it to a landfill and then kill him with a cannon shot hook his pieces to wires shock him with ample watts i'm a terrible friend in cheap flannel tops ...if i had deep pockets, i would gamble lots dirty looks to the people sorta mad cuz they cancelled cops like they had some kinda substantial stock in seeing poor people treated like mishandled props the boys in blue must think they knights in Camelot younger generation ain't got no examples watch em scream "fuck school" and eat foods that make enamel rot no kids yet ...i see it as one of God's biggest tests the results are rarely based on intellect you a robotic/leper/zombie if you claim that you don't feel it yet you need love, you should get a pet a falling cigarette to signal your imminent death i hope your afterlife's a tumble down infinite steps since gifted with breath i been a threat to self gimme respect and gimme next if you wanna help
(Chorus) she gon' leave me cuz I cain't turn it off but ay (Verse 1) All I have is my car and my ambition if the engine dies re-evaluate my position I've given up so much and traveled such a short distance so love feels like a prison, or cancer without remission even in my decisions, I'm stabbing up the pages fashioning these phrases into dazzling contagious ravenous relations, masterful, you dub me barreling through life and my pen is rarely dusty I'll never be homeless home is where the heart is my heart is in the music firmly seated where the art is identified as a smart kid foolish as an adult my dad think I'm stupid for spending time with this rap stuff my mom thinks I'm poised for the title, I don't do this for qualification, it's survival see I'm on the curb, on the verge of a purge and I've learned and I squirm beneath my skin as this bluish rock turns complain about your job I can not complain if I whine about my life take everything I've gained I miss me, I might diss we, plain your eyes a little misty liquid wash away the stain I hope your cry out ever single ounce of moisture then hit the store for oysters get hitched or join the cloister I'mma find a way to get the dirt of the laundry if you don't want me to create, you don't want me
i like basketball don't like hockey much try to make me play and catch h-e-double hockey pucks it's nonsensical check the credentials to find i'm probably whimsical mostly so toast me see me on the streets with my seeds and approach me ask me why i got kids you might go ghostly a nice scheme for attracting a kind girl seen brothers chilling with blondes, well, they like the swirl i can't blame them, love is just love, right? but you probably won't find it drunk on a club night see you in church i'mma be at the corner peeking in the door you'll be all like "dude, what you ain't in here for?" you can't say i didn't keep a promise, your boy will keep it honest i'm eating reheated omelets and sausage, trying to keep the heat off my wallet gambled with the bosses, my buddy mouthed off now he's needing to be defrosted i'm just trying to walk these dogs and represent woozy humans with nausea i owe companies uncomfortable sums of money so buy this rap track so i can have a second chance i know you thinking, "Doc, i need one too but i love you dog, here's all the bread i have" thanks guys, here's a shout in the liner notes in exchange, appreciative i can entertain yep, i'm damn near dead but still drip game so watch your noggin if i put down this pimp cane i make weird raps, only i can get away with sitting in a basement, i dare a kid to say shit if he does then we can agree to disagree might invite his fam over for rotisserie i'm an adult, i solve problems fairly well plus i know grisly tales i can't bare to tell (Verse 2) you're a boy scout wit soiled trousers and oiled mouth plus you rap like boiled trout i've resorted to rapping about rappers not rapping their raps in ways that are palatable i'm having to pull the saddest of dull past bull to gather the full attention of the masses involved so here's a cup, drink of it, CURSED i tricked you, you mad you ain't think of it FIRST i get to, do what i want, without asking i'm lordly, The Freshest Prince like i just left an orgy of evidence at the crime scene to move in with auntie you stupid and salty cuz i get to be goofy and raunchy and all these good people do is applaud me and you? all you do is sniff glue in dark hallways major bonus baby, Sharky Shark always Al Pacino, screaming and spitting while the song plays thin lines between protector and tyrant minuscule spectre and giant riding in a volkswagen jetta or riding in private jet, flying over tropical islands it's timing allow humility and confidence to co-conspire or the be the ruler of a kingdom on fire they so enraged we ain't ushering in a golden age they rolling over in graves like snow tires over cold pavement, those who know know they don't know nathan so any occasion and location they go praising my known creations and for that next ep they waiting, wholly patient if they knew all the dumb shit i do on a daily basis i'd have to make some lifestyle changes to stay fit so the people willing to pay stay convinced so every verse is aimed for the fence
GOLDAR 02:35
I've got to know right now if you are going to tell me what to do
(Verse 1) don't trust horoscopes, don't trust haters don't trust expensive suits, perms, and gators look a little skeptically at niggas saying they ain't holding weaponry cuz they probably do it professionally met so many hoes over these long years not worth the tears or the beers man, I had a fear of this rap shit niggas said i was talented fucking up in school cuz I ain't know how to balance it and I ain't no activist I'm just another black face saddled with intelligence being chased by avarice true, I battle it but daily, I stoop lower I guess I'm losing and my mood colder see, I wanna take trips when I wanna take trips spend a couple Gs and not worry bout shit and never be alone when I wanna be surrounded and, be alone when a nigga's feeling crowded man, driving round worried bout the transmission cain't be the limit to these glamorous intentions see I need some cheese, but first I need to milk the whole game, and I'm built, check the frame (Chorus) we need trust if there's gonna be anything for us to discuss trust is a must the quest to overtake the minuses with a plus we need trust (Verse 2) don't trust a nigga telling you to not trust and don't trust facts that you're scared to discuss niggas got your number, they hanging on your line callin', ain't saying nothing, and playing with your mind my eyes got baggage, my pants legs tattered my psyche's been battered but my nike ain't shattered it's funny the futility and necessity of planning keeps everything in motion on the planet see I could draw a map from point A to point B but until I hit the road, there's no assurance what I'll see I thought about marriage, I thought carriages gave it my all and resurfaced with embarrassments niggas saw me slipping but ain't show me no signs used to getting what they want, and demanding my time I should skip town and see who miss a nigga who come out the woodwork to cold diss a nigga they shit on my successes, shit on my failures all I get is shit, I may as well plant seeds in a few months see the crops grow tall but nan one of yall niggas better ask for my greens (Chorus) we need trust if there's gonna be anything for us to discuss trust is a must the quest to overtake the minuses with a plus we need trust
CLIMB 02:46
(Verse 1) You can catch me in Japan standing on a beach snatching the grasshopper outta my sensei's hand til his blood in the sand Total dominance the crux of plan Fux witcha man a duck in the hand is worth two in the sedan damn Victory is seeping out my glands niggas cloud the lane up with that spam they don't know how to jam I take it back to where it began smash your girl in the van like yams give her a couple grams tell her scram I'm operating witta purpose went from shoveling shit wit the hermits to ringleading the circus Why would I only scratch the surface? I'm tryna flourish I need a surplus of chips and servants I need a rocket ship I need a philosopher's stone I'm on a power trip and no I'm not coming home They counterfeit and they clone they're bound to quit and it's known that's what a coward is me, I'm mountainous Chorus x2 I live life on the line You would lie to live Me? I'll never lie down and die My down is the sky My up is the limits of the universe shifting, and I'm down to climb (Verse 2) I learned fast no amount of earned cash can turn an unlearned scag from dirt bag to someone not worth laughs Change gotta spring from the center and not come out of a money vendor And not come from a mechanical construct with a gas powered engine or a tyrannical leader giving you a license to position yourself over another's existence I'd rather you love me from a distance life's a bitch now insert witty line about how even though she bitchy, you still give her all your time You love the drama, it's heavy on your mind it's petty and you find You didn't do the exercise to hold back the tides drowning in the future fist-pounding Lucifer Thought you had balls big as two Jupiters and now you hanging by the uvula 'til you older than Methuselah I hope God knows what to do wit ya
rich people don't look down they don't have to if they look away from the cheese they lose value yall money hoard so your funds are stored the clumsy poor hug the floor like an underscore cause their lifeline's a broken bungie cord if they survive the fall they gon be limping when they try to ball that's easy layups they betting that you gave up jump off the bench and tape up you'll never get your pay up plus you looking motionless, painful jolt, voltages, broken ribs sending ya condolences to somebody who notices cuz only chips avert the gaze they hold the script when the curtain's raised revolted at the oath of what the burden weighs urban gardens and urban graves coexist and coalesce in hopelessness money keeps the posture upright and keeps your body uptight and keeps your butt-cheeks clenched cuz your achievements deserve special treatment when confronted with suffering just pay to not see it for comfort you can sleep wit Sealy posture-pedic filled with Gs, C notes these folks don't even go to sleep broke, nope money's not an issue when the money's in your tissues the punishment you sit through is what money makes us men do money's kinda funny cuz the money can be misused while rich dudes willfully choose to don ripped shoes we drive through the styx empty pockets at the outlet for outfits when we should be chatting with accountants so hold on to your pounds and quid and teach the kids rich people don't look down down and they ultimately fail to see see all their surplus cents fall into our grips ain't no balancing the scales til all of thems tipped
uh oh not another fucking tortured artist type plus, the rapper archetype? they think they had the hardest life watch him turn the starkest white nobody cares how hard he writes .he's kinda noble but that ain't what global markets like if they took some smarter steps they could be the architects of happiness though mostly know they aren't a threat large and yet massive as his problems become the prodigal son returns burned, welcomed by the loving father and followers run to greet him gleefully tell me what do you see in he if he could he would vibrate at higher frequencies but he's deep in these swamps it's easy for dirt to stick to your frame salutations for patience cleaning it all off the small talk's enlarged in a scope and revealed as the straw that broke the camel's back confounded, how'd he manage that? the verse is serious the chorus is silliness they don't know how legit he is at fitting these sentences in 16 measure 4/4 timed increments at various tempos a stylistic myriad wait, stop boasting grab the star charts and plot motions keep a hard heart, concoct potions rappers are aardvark like competent suckers i've discovered but still none can stop the lava, hot molten ...they know him as a terrible man who goes iberico ham playing unbearable jams and he would share if he could but he can't cuz he chose not to cuz most of yall unexposed nosferatu
MISS ME 02:01
you're looking out the window at my tracks in the driveway me leaving hit like palm strikes from Pai Mei feel free to knock all my shit over sideways I ain't coming back like I did last Friday too much arguing now I'm pursuing peace I gotta stand up if I'm gon' end the losing streak I was a rapper when you met me I'll still be writing rhymes when and if you forget me so I suggest we just part ways, but you threw hooks in me gave me good kitty, me leaving sooner looked iffy but it wore off, now I'm feeling bossy again you standing at the door, eyes looking glossy again I gave you that chance, you lost me again now we cannot be lovers, not even friends a part of me is partly sorry but my heartstrings got clipped in a heart beat when I thought smartly I cooked salmon with the lemon and the parsley sat down and told you calmly I'd be gone shortly you said you'd report me, for making you have sex forcefully lying so you could short me put my shit out on the porch, I give a fuck cuz I'm off a tank full of gas, I'm headed north on some newness, not for a new miss, on some solo soul searching, and still flowing with the current but you gonna miss me, even if you don't think so you should just think slow, sit down take a breath and realize that's it's never gonna get too much better than this that's what I keep telling myself, as I hit the door I'm gonna miss her too, probably more
DIE WIT IT 03:16
I'm welcoming insanity parties with my family indulging in my vanity can it be all so simple in the canopy? candlelight vigils for careers, see em panicking? stanzas like bricks from the heavens building tenements live within my words and you'll merge with the infinite tail of a comet not a prophet but a pauper specks of stardust from an interstellar author a hard head makes a soft ass you shoulda went for the bank shot off the glass but now you're picking yourself up off the grass entertain the stains on your pants they stand for the gains that you made to advance I stand in the rain and remain writing flame for the chance to be the latest pain in the ass of a nonbelieving soldier marching to the quantized beat of a cobra spitting politics from the sofa while lives get tossed to the wind but there's hope for you and me open up your hands and eyes and see that happiness reserved for the rich and fancy can't be (Verse 2) we've come so far and yet gained so little since a little man my aim's been for the temple I wake up in the morning when others are snoring I'm pouring portions of my soul into a void I see integrity being destroyed feeling shakes as a warning you can relate if you ache for importance I'm at the edge of the lake with a bucket but, the waters look murky and the stakes are enormous I only wanna find a place in the chorus resonate wit the orphans til fate holds less hardships but it ain't easy another wall, another slope and another old hate resurfaces I'm getting close to my own escape velocity ladders made from Jenga blocks toppling on top me but it's prophecy I believe it's gotta be synchronize watches, time'll tell, we gotta see
...i'm oswald cobblepot and basquiat dodging gunshots and venutian hottentots people be asking me "why you playin possum doc?" had to learn to be cool with losing if the project flops i do this for my golden girls, pals, and confidants all the materialism killing us gots to stop love your seeds even if they owe their lives to a condom-pop and put some extra money into bonds n stocks shouts out to KDz, he's grilling dogs and chops it's cookout season, hogs n hops i might defect from the united states, bon voyage and take up a ridiculous name like "liquid ocelot" i talk less, and analyze more, i watch a lot you don't believe i rap cuz i don't grab my crotch a lot strong as ox? naw, watch n awe stuck in that tough talk your mom never popped your jaw for mouthing off lack of faith make my skin crawl like pictures of arthropods mostly i fail to give it all to god i'm flawed, but raw and this is what you saw (Chorus) please Doc, don't you go, come back No.
Verse 1 - ILLingsworth disappointment doesn't give you a pass to act destructively at least that's what i say around company rappers are gamblers at heart, compulsively itching for the feel of not knowing what the results will be taking menial jobs that we can quit easy eating inexpensive meals minus nutrients barely surviving off the wages that we get weekly but the opposite feels better than not doing shit they only love you if your story is the juiciest if you appear to be the nucleus of things dubious so we lit doobies up, got woozy drunk and licked boobies up and scuba'd up the coochie-cut the lifelong mystery is "who to trust" we tracking clues dodging groupies and truly sus' puny mutts the avenue is crowded you gotta make your own way around it to see adversity surmounted (chorus) go head sip if you can check the hennessey game i'm taking trips to japan in a rickety plane watashi no namae wa Doc desu Verse 2 - SelfSays Try to ball out buy the whole bar out But slippin on the chips To get ya whip up out impound Thought u was stuntin like ya daddy But baby ain't ya pappy Try focusing on things that make happy A reevaluation of what's happening exactly money makes the world go round pockets all like slow down In the Red light negative balance owe alot on this and Gotta pay on that in attempts to try to get ahead Just to get a few steps behind this is how it's designed easy to be on some what it's all for No high fives this is real life At times I'm like nickel and dining when u want a change but dang that's all you got. Money make a man insane have em doing all types of crazy thangs


One of the few things I know with 100% certainty is that I enjoy rapping. I enjoy it so much that maybe I get a little carried away with it.

For that reason, there’s a good chance Only Rappers Will Like This.


Please support by purchasing the project. I can't NOT RAP. This fact has "ruined" my life (if you go by the standards of someone who thinks that making music isn't work).

Watch my YouTube videos, too. You might like em. www.youtube.com/user/pimpinstein5


Big ups to my duder, SelfSays, for parting the seas in order to jump on a track. Go peep his project entitled "April" if you enjoy raps. music.selfsays.com/album/april

Also, if you'd like some more rap, check out "The Last Resorts" by my good friends, Stryfe & Marc Byrd. stryfe.bandcamp.com/album/stryfe-marc-byrd-present-the-last-resorts

Here's my free rap project from 2012: illingsworks.bandcamp.com/album/illingsworth-bread-winner

Thanks to my mom and dad for being supportive. Makes me happy that yall are warming up to me doing this music. Thanks to my sis and bro. Yall are crazy. Thank you to Brandi. The power of your love is indescribable. I love you. Thanks to Detroit CYDI (Rufio Jones & Sean Uppercut), Stryfe, J Matt, Marc Byrd, Airelle, Wiltz, the whole Illiance, Axis of Greatness. Thanks to Bert, to Dave, Davegeti, Mike, the other Mike, the other other Mike, and Leaf. Big ups to Sweaston, to Zach, Trees, and L05. I'm gonna come back here and keep adding people because I always end up mistakenly leaving somebody out.
Thank you for listening, sharing, tweeting, encouraging, etc. Thank you. Each of you give me an extra boost of strength. Trust me, I need it.


released July 1, 2013

written & produced by ILLingsworth
track 15 features the writing and rapping of SelfSays on the 2nd verse


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