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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
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2. |
EXODIA (FISHY)
02:45
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(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
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3. |
SEX
03:16
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(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
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4. |
ONLYINMYMIND
02:58
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(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
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5. |
CAIN'T TURN IT OFF
02:21
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(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
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6. |
HOCKEY PUCKS
03:18
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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
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7. |
GOLDAR
02:35
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I've got to know right now if you are going to tell me what to do
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(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
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9. |
CLIMB
02:46
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(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
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10. |
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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
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11. |
LARENZ TATE
02:44
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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
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12. |
MISS ME
02:01
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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
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13. |
DIE WIT IT
03:16
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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
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14. |
DON'T GO COME BACK
02:19
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...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.
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15. |
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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
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Illingsworth Detroit
EMCEE + PRODUCER
stuff i make = music with @rufiojones @seanuppercut, beats, raps, videos.
born & bred resident of Detroit.
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