1. |
i wish
01:38
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AYYY
You Dont Know What It IS
yuh
the nineties looked crazy fun
i wish i was born in 1981
heh
yeee
shout out wild unchecked mental illness
nothing good to say
completely dulled on every edge
an absolute mess
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2. |
the flip
02:43
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Afraid of the flip (x2)
I been doin alright lately but afraid o the flip
Afraid of the flip the Impending dip
Afraid of the flip Afraid of the flip
Been stayin baseline lately but afraid of the flip
It's the Impending dip, scalpel-covered seating: in the pain'll just sit
Don't be payin me shit
I went insane rilly quick
Never stay after battles or shows just blaze n' I dip
Rappers is blown airbags, y'all like Lays with the chips
A creep freak see me I ain't sane you know the shit
But these sweet beats I eat got my brain utopian
Off in that paradisiacal realm
Look around one degree and y'all is shriekin it's hell it's what we make it
I guess that's what I been told
I'm just wastin straight years away afraid to get old yet stayin’ in the bin folded
I'm that Smartly stupid awful prick
Blank notepads but I got a few kilometres of Google documents
Fresh fruit blended in the mix the stew's a rotten dish
The next pretty chickie walk by my house-i-might-take-up joggin' quick
If I had a slogan it'd prob'ly be "stop this shit"/
See most rappers try n craft a hot four well I'm giving ya three
Next it's two and when it's one I'll be livin' the dream
Morbid fascination with human destruction
Portion slabs n' weigh em then you feel the buzz quick
Gimme ya (ch-ching) bux bitch get drippy when you suck dick
Turn my bed to a pool deck when a chubby jumps in
Wrote that free down had me gigglin on some dumbshit
Amherst non existent rap scene a marathon I run it into the ground
Buried under the beaten dead horsey
No direction; a bossy sket is what I need to scorn me
Nah I ain't no cuck I'm just litty lazy
Throw a fuck that if yer chunk fat like shitty gravy
The sex I get the girl Go-Go like she gadgetin'
Pack it in dirty like old Joey Coco with the savage shit
No cardio yo Im badly spent (sorrynotsorry)
big dick energy tho, after the third squirt I had to quit
Get deep, life's answers I don't know em yet
Mood swing for the fence outta nowhere like Bo Bichette
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Shimmer with the lights low
search for glimmers of some slight hope
Say I'm saving stamina but really I'm jus' try'na
fight slow
Got shit to do, busy witta plate fulla nothin, nah it's
Smoke up your ass like tryn'a take it thru customs
Fuck a free feature i'on want to
Il cash yer dough 'n mumble inna mic after blackin from a bong hoot
You offer me one rip I'm coppin' two
I don't go for walks I just make dodgy moves
The quiet corner-of-your eye type,
dummy tone everyone thought was rude
I need a chiropractor but for my brain matter
Why am I acting like the delusions that I say matter
Raps shows is lames gathered same pattern
Y'all rappin on stage with vocals blasting thru PAs with like eight tracks, I keep inserting myself out of some insane habit
Always quick to answer got great manners ...
Fuck a brick shit house , I'm built like a shit twig mouse thin sprout bitch louse
That naughty rotten bug in your follicle
I have a worsening tendency to swerve it sketchy instead of pump the brakes
Say I'm smart but my proclivities dwell in the dumbest place
Slumped deadweight ...............
Sendin hectic text all extra I'm stuck in all the sketchiness
My apologies I'm still adjusting to the emptiness
Repeating one second after I said the shit
Loaded automatic clip of anger yea I empty it
Manic depressive trips crack the door don't wanna let em in
Covered in this shit, like I'm flogged in excrement
"Disgusting" - Sylvio Dante at the intervention
I ain't discuss things like Sylvio Dante at the intervention
Go ghost in the face of conflict to keep the peace
Who knew we could start a civil war so easily
Both sides firing repression-filled muskets
Jolts of paranoid energy as soon as dusk hits
Shrouded in laziness sit in unlit scenes cavernous
I say I'm hazy but my delivery ain't diaphanous
Shimmer with the lights low search for glimmers of some slight hope
Say I'm saving stamina but really I'm jus' try'na
fight slow
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4. |
russian doomer style
02:37
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Barbecue'd off a raw shroom
Ate em even though its rotten crude, the shit was dotted with blue
Streaked even, oddly enough
Thinkin back I really fought it was tough ⁴
I'm not talking about life I mean the mushy trip
Straight panicced out thought process hyperspeed the fuck is this
Don't care if I'm off beat, Ill just call it art to myself
Bloggers can all glark me
Yeeeeeeee yuh yuh
Drink this dumb dumb juice by the jug glug glug
Suttin suttin just to rhyme with suck nuts getcha butt pumped.. eat that lunch plump
Woooaahh why'd I slip into that, cuz it's killin'
Geekin' out agreein' silently with Tim Dillon
Personalities fly by on a flingin' laundry belt
Zoomed out to one percent don't know why I thought it'd help
[ Depression cured every time I tune out
wit' tunes loud
Y'heard ? How ]
Russian doomer style I mean that
In the best way
Sicka all the stereotypical sket hate
I ain't even know what I'm meaning to mean there
.. Mean stares when you greet me
Be fair when you fleece me
I will help you look for cash to rob tbh I'm feelin' needy
knee-deep in somethin'
need me a dumb chick
that likes to get done with the cum run quick
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5. |
cans of wifi
01:59
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I've talked to God over brunch, she's pretty nice she made me pancakes
It's just when I try and' transcribe the convo here it won't translate
Not at all so I hide and quit for the failsafe
Slumped over starin' at comfort lit screens now I can't stand straight
All of these walls ain't sayin nothin
No pieces in the gallery no value either
Sup with rap dudes sayin' I am right good
Catch me pullin up my album release party with a pile of wood
Despite the clothes I ain't no hood rat
Just accidentally discovered one day that I could rap but fuck doin it on command, pay if you want this man playing
I'm a rare sight like the Swat truck in San Andreas
Going serial with it: killing and it feel good
But they'll probly run me off the road for my docs like I'm Karen Silkwood
Dox a politician for no real reason
Except the apathy for the whole systematic game I'm seeing I'm feelin'
Brain state of mind stays all soft
Mix of mish-mashes all sorts o' hodge podge
(This ain't artisanal, nothin’ you’ll find at the farmer’s market
Rip to the city for Sleep walkin kilometers with garbage parkin')
Every Saturday at 2am this town comes alive
Bars belch loud gnarly mouth with a thousand replies
Smokers pits: clouded disguise out with the guys
Some of’ y'all so juiced wild I don't know how you're alive
A bunch of busted tetras
But me? I ain't the life of the party I'm not fun lovin'
I take a playlist straight from Bill Evans to BuzzOven, yeah
Not fun lovin', go from Bill Evans to BuzzOven
Twenty-after 12am black coffee chuggin'
Spazzed off in dumb shit
Mutterin' to my other self's self wondering why I don't just quit
It's Roach Lung vibes though you know we dark
Connect plugged cans of Wi-Fi with the OG Shark
Smoking hard
Honest Springs the bro's weed's gnarly
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6. |
lines and juice
02:56
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Puff a pipe and stumble, trippin through the treeline
Try'na find that bitch bug that bit me in the beehive
Funny what we do just for a lil honey in some knee-highs
Jump thru narrow flamin' hoops a hundred times I still ain't see why
So I just play the ghost card like a creep, shy
Slam it down on the spirit board to spice shit I'm feelin' bored
Starin' at my rotted ass apartment walls like 'Mi Amore'
Waiting for an X to mark my spot and fuck with me some more
Had a couple decent months but then it's peace to war to piece the morbid greasy foreign sheets up on the creaky door I need a warning
Seems the score ain't settled til I'm up by a blow out
Jus' glad I ain't the type to get the nose powdered with the blow loud
I'm bad enough au naturel and I don't know how G
Bourgeois dad always blamed the genetics of Gouchie
Catch me in the car wit' an indica gettin' couch-y
Loud chick ridin' shotty the best head-givers is mouthy
Slow beats smoke clean; that's raw
On my own, ain't tryna be no dog bitch's cat's-paw
Cat-Mob illuminati alumni-dumb high
Shut eyes blockin' out the warming under slum skies
I don't like it when the sun's bright summer don't mean shit to me
No Patience eager for snowy Bender's I'm a Winter King (uh)((((rip))))
But then it gets there and I'm fiendin' for spring
Downright wrong depression feelin like I'm needin a swig
Brolic volume takin over the living room
Forget speedy hippity thrash rap I'm spittin' doom
I Don't cry over spills just draw lines in the juice
yehe
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8. |
fences and walls
03:41
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Fight like Ric Flair in the noughties
if you're mistakenly at my show i'on care if you watch me
I manage this schlock geeked
Feet up tappin' lazy rhymes over Sarah Davachi
Mix it with some fan noise like 'damn that's a hot beat'
I tried to-sample it like damn that is not neat
Pussy fiend box freak
I straight stare at the twat geeked
No answer for your blown up convo @-in' me
Get to the point, I bend that figure up like blocks of plasticine
Oh you got repressed anger bet you not as mad as me
Girl see me hide it all the time use the wild sex to smash it free
See an enemy I stroll by passively
I don't want them visions in my mind's eye catchin' me
These geeks lame fags undeservin of gettin business
I repeat these same patterns but change the order like my run for breakfast different
Bungee set up but the rope gettin snipped quick
Land on a park bench in abandoned brainpaths where hope never sits in
(On the fence about puttin up some walls
Go that deep is not what I shoulda done at all)
Trying to finesse the headspaces my brain stays
In these dead days I'm a mainstay grey haze
sprawling like the adverts at the Champlain
Country fuck don't belong in no Centreville downtown city center no cement dweller on sketchy pills
But still still I sit and let sketchiness in
Twitching pickin at leather-y skin
Even if yer shit is great i'don care fer ya
I'm try'na immigrate to America
My propensity for being this skiddy waste is so terrible
I'll fuckin rev a engine indoors and complain that the air is fucked
Wheezin rappin with damaged lungs
Free for practice fuck the shit I been writin yo i don't care fer much
Stammer dumb, manic in public panicking nothin'
Brain's inner blogger always micromanaging somethin'
Tryna get these bags rockin frenchies swag
Hideous orange corduroys don the sketchy sag
I need the girl that never nags
I'm just tryna jam with the bois come home munch slow and get some ass
For some reason being this sketchbag don't phase me
Smoke __ straight grams through the same piece
Same water, murky spaces I stay creeping
Treading the <^
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9. |
nineteen eighty one
01:51
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Smokin the type amounts that means I can't get more high
Freak in the room with a bed , should get wet floor signs
Do not disturb the natural order of chaos
I get too passionate for these bait thots
Jesus Forgive Me I am what I am
I ain't no man with a plan
I'm just handlin grams
For myself
I ain't ever run up no profit off the bags but I probly shoulda
Smokin' drag races how we constant with the gas
Talkin all this trash
You can find me at Ken's Rite Stop droppin all my cash AAHHHHH
Local references that not even the yokels get
Don't wanna see your cover set I'm home stoned instead
"No offense"
And I ain't paying Facebook money to boost my posts for rep
the nineties looked crazy fun
I wish I was born in 1981
Puttin my feelings in lazy poetics
Makes it seeem like they ain't so pathetic
doom on the horizon
we're on pace for the ending
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10. |
tractors in the back
03:25
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There's so many actors in their raps
No horsing around, really out here with the tractors in the back
Stare off at Clairmont, that shit is a fact
then hit the hometown for the hoedown gettin grabby with some ass
Fresh like fentanyl out the factory in china
It's some CEO inflating quotas to keep supplies up
Governments all aware n' let it in
Then we wonder why ahead is where we never get
Increasing dependence on.. whatever the fuck
It's not like anybody really here to care to be gettin this stuff
Just float back into the deep sheen of the TV glow
So whackadoo you'll barely see me where people go
Spent a week on the town reggie burnin brown
Antisocial I get near a packed tavern and I turn around
Study massive amounts yea I learn the sounds
Gang in my head got a unknown tone y'all ain't heard of ours
Waste a quick week in Twin Peaks skkrt the hours call it busy-ness
Awake in a dream: what year is this
This Narcoskeptic shit's my version of Mr. C
......Ain't shit mean shit to me
It's Brandon Bourgeois ......
Make a half a plan and hit ya with the random push-off
Lookin punky trippin to ambient soundscapes
It's all love, I get manic around hate
Im the type to get a cuddle on and ask the skeet who they voted for
This one backroom meeting could open doors
Well, it opened yours ..................
Not talking fashion when I say I'm rockin' metal militia blasting Metallica
Gettin ridiculous straight malicious with it
Mood with the fishes
Stays low like a dick-ready girl: assume the position
Lately makin' myself be gettin all stressed
Watching loved ones slide and crash off Ice I aint talkin the red bull event
There's so many actors in their raps
No horsing around, really out here with the tractors in back
Stare off at Claremont, that shit is a fact then
1. Hit the Hometown for the plug price gettin' grabby with the packs
2. Hit the hometown for a hoedown gettin' lowdown widda brat
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11. |
know clue
02:28
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Why? No clue
Ill never strap my belt with a ProTools
Stayin grim REAPER with it why? No Clue
Stare at it but I ain't answerin' the phone, rude
Should stop tryna anchor down boat bitches that only wanna float
How goes the barge sized binge-wait I don't wanna know
All our interactions was a smash-stop-n'-go
Scrolling convos takin a dump now I'm mad on the throne
True king shit
Downright Baratheon with the hedonism
Ain't no gold-shittin Lannister stackin riches to think I keep on winning
But still I keep on winnin
Gettin greased in flea bottom with some freaky bitches these pretty city rappers efforts futile they can't handle me
Catch me floatin' mumblin' solo mookin' up Mechanic Street
I'm the only person on this Hill like me
Narcoskeptic narcisism yeah so what bite me I like me
Ain't givin' you much I'm sheisty
Only asking for the cost of the large double double I'll be causin trouble poppin' safety bubbles
Flyin' free in my own air space y'all can stay encumbered
I really think I'm better for never using meth it's only bud when I blaze the substance
But it's a mountain of mental problems still I'm pacing up quick
it's best to not avoid the climb
Try not looking at clocks for a week I straight up toy with time but I ain't actin' woke I regressed to
poisoned mind, brain pancaked from propaganda
Fuck narcoskeptic, this album all ya got was Brandon From Roach Lung and whatever my next band is called, yo
More physical on stage than Sebastian Maniscalco
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12. |
y'eat it
02:12
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(assorted yo's and yuh's)
... I ain't tryna get better
You can find me tripping out gigglin' grippin' green like Len Trexler
Temper hits my frontal lobe like an anvil dropped on my face
Too much time wasted on those that don't wanna be saved
Rude fucks whine basic I just tune life out constantly blazed, stoppin' by the shop on the way
Mind control attempts is all in my brain mainstream media conglomerates in the washtub cloggin' the drain
Forget your problems and pain, wash em away
Find a fictional fog patch get lost in the haze....
Find an oil-slicked poison pit.... and trawl it for days
Mentally absent like I'm sketchin off absinthe
Walk two feet down the street gawkin at the sunset while I'm laughin' ………….
In one minute I could munch yer girl for supper in a couple bites
Three swipes of the finger like yo wassup tonight
Four seconds later she got five on the floor
Sixty minutes-we-out suckin' in the ride fer some more
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13. |
vladdy jr
03:44
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Do I want your fancy beer pong bash at mum's home fuck no
... The best parties reek of R2 and bug dope
Usually straight lack confidence
Then about a fifth of the time I blaze past narcissist
I like it when it rains bad with the yard drippin'
Stumble thru an unworn shortcut in the dark trippin'
Stark diction, winter-like with the simplicity
Russian Doomer style making something of this life ain't shit to me
Catch me gaspin at capitalism
This faulty brain is such a jail you'll probly catch me in prison
Criminal mind fuck the pork cop I'm skinnin the rind
I'll probly get shivved skippin' a line
Up at 5am and ain't even touchin dirty drugs
Manic energy hummin' to dusty Turkish funk
Different type o nasty on some other grosser shit
Girly cleaned the bathroom for me just so we could fuck all over it ...
Then she cleaned it again .. might have to really get to know this chick
Had me feelin buzzy and I been on my sober shit
Nahhh weed so good don't need psychs to go on trips
But I straight get shit DONE off a potent hit
Even if it ain't technically perfect n proper I still go with it
Narcoskizeezee easy tappin' out the hopeless script
Going through the misery motions bitch
Having trouble staying focused its a straight cluster fuck of coincidental conundrums
I like my beats wit the dumb drums
Take your run time, double it and pitch it down a bunch bruh
I'll straight end this verse with "Um, Uh"
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Roach Lung Recordings Nova Scotia
Its A Vibe.
A Gross Nova Scotian One.
NARCOSKEPTIC
ROACH LUNG
BREWSWAYNE
BRAINTEASE
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