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contraband in the cruze
02:49
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wasn't too into school; shit was just capitalist bootcamp
quick pick an entire life instantly; couldn't choose fast
theorize; let's see how long this tinfoil roof lasts
I'm "feelin fine" ignoring all signs shit'll soon collapse
gotta stop actin' like ima take down some ruling class of plutocrats that bought all their power to use it bad;
I'm jus' faded sittin typin in this human stack
duck life in a drugged dreamstate, a lucid quack//
I'm just tryna lurk and glamorize that old eighties Amherst life
stumble down the stairs of Riddles hammered type
I won't ever see no Hammerstein
jog along relaxin at a trot how I canter-rhyme
I'm the antonym of tryin hard n crying often on some beaten path that I don't wanna be on
sayonara spit all kindsa hot ham spewin spicy jargon jambon good jams spread it right across the slice of life..
glutey-free sadly cuz I like the ryes
piss the duped-floozies off cuz I like the rise
The View count stay sketchy-no-gain, but that's okay cuz I was never really into Meghan McCain
always cop an old lady car; I'm standing-on-that plan
you should cruise in a Cruze when you carry contraband
some say they overly woke but ensnared in the same shit
still caught up stuck in a structured narrative matrix
your parabol is basic
we ain't comparable equations
ya tunes is terrible arrangements
I'm embarrassed fer your placement
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PFSLSR
[earth been lackin' shit is dumb y'all]
[we're probably from Saturn like Sun Ra]
About to switch to hackin pop to enlarge my salary
I'm jus here for quick jokes like th' Farside Gallery
skim a Farmer's Almanac while scarfin garbage calories I rock so many crust n metal shirts I got a darkened haberdashery (shhhtfu)
can't possibly be treated mental refractory,
home air quality so bonged out it's like what y'get in a factory
resist inevitable cell death prevent the anatomy from letting attempts through seems there's efforts to madden me
so I stay sketchily saddening
leave your nice day stung like tongues connected to batteries
can Hardly walk off the car exhaust decarb alot
had a gnarly crop, audioscape story lost in Morriarchi plots...
Pink and mendo breath when I cough I hear a chorus effect or is that cuz my receptors are morbidly stretched forcibly bent .
had a plan to leave, but to stay I'm Sure it was best
as long as I can stare off a shore I aint stressed
appear slower than I am, on some Coriolis
kush in my sticks, smokin' in me comfy undies yea I cushion my bits
lets put it like this............... I'm not really cute,
deadpan like TyBridgwater Iced Coffee Reviews
bass Tones stayin' basic; live and direct,
Say I been livin' clear but I lied and died wrecked
it ain't a waste of time I spend it to get lit
told my dad to check this gentle new country artist Death Grips
you think yer dope as me bitch stop it
who else you know rockin' Recycled Propaganda on the Ridge Wallet.....
......... hikikimori'd society; couldn't stand the matrix now I live my best life, like suicidal throat cancer patients / Woah man that's basic
anybody that's caught buying my music; cops'll probly go reprimand the patron
I'll tell a bag seller no trash allowed; demand the flame shit
[earth always been lackin' shit is dumb y'all]
[we're probably from Saturn like Sun Ra]
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[SUN+MOONSTAREDOWNS]
(I got the social media presence of shadow people in sessions that end at seven AM as birds tweet in the essence)
I just wanna get my cock kicked in a mosh pit
awkwardly struggle thru half a drink and then drop it
barely recalling late last night like Tommyknockers
lost pushin dirty wet blocks like Rommy's gauntlet
caved-in brainskin barely know mine own self so it's probably a lil early to be a coffin-shopper
coffee pottin' fresh screamin it like Dave Grohl
hit with a cement-solid wave it's a paved squall
lately ain't puttin nothin to action sittin' stuck verbosin'
I should start and sell a fuckin masterclass in mullet growin'
chasing ancient civilization things it's lit I love the facts that phoenicians forgot to wipe their fingerprints
demolished exposition mudflood beats sinkin in high above but still somehow under your feet with it
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mussels flexin'
04:13
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(crabs in a bucket, mussels in the pot
wet as fuck flexxxin muscles like a twat
it's too bad the indigenous
didn't scalp like six times as many British pricks)
I'm really saying that, ain't on some kiddin' shit
fuck being a Proud to be Canadian Idiot
like perpetual mine fires burn often greenday vision:
smoke so much I'm invisible like therm-optics
(residual simulation accumulating)
drip-drops in the bucket I'm dreamscapin'
imbue my nature with cloudy erasure
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bourgeois bovarism
02:16
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patterns are radically unravelin'
blank sheet cascading no ideas to add to it
little piece every day on some advent shit
....seems I'm in a police state of undress
sick of bein asked to please state my name and address
goin' Othello with the bovarism
bourgeois bitchin screamin at the top like my motive's winnin' when I know it isn't ........ just glamorize the aesthetic
in these local manlet eyes I'm pathetic-n'-proud
usually quiet then prophetically loud but discouraged by how truth's never gettin' around
physically move forward from difficulty by often walkin
then quickly lost the progress tryna catch up with the annunaki
fuck a straight mind i want it boggled
sinkin' into the dirty side like a rotten bottle
the stuff i burn-ain't-fucky no Tree of Woe off the turnBuckle
study the official story too hard you'll learn nothin'
history's written by victorious murderous fuckheads
lets fastforward to when it's sick civilian unrest
meanwhile im' gettin' turnt like busted ankles up bent
seven years in somehow aint faked no success
still smacked-off top-end-pot can barely handle-my buzz
my boi picked the pack o quads offa Maritime Bus…….
I used to talk shit if ya took welfare like they some succubus-under now I'm like fuck it, run it up leave the government hustled...... tumultuous glutton
wild colored cloth I'm cut in while shut in what in the fuck is up with all the dirty cooked sheeple grungiest mutton
you stinkin o ciggies i probly won't wanna butt in
don't trust news blurbs bout aliens'navy defense n' Obomba'is puppets ...
clouded up need to force my sensory blank
scan the ceilings cuz that's where I stored all my memory banks
go ahead with the thanks
quick lil eTransfer and I'm getting the danks
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bubble's depo (careful)
02:33
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cut my own hair extra fresh AF like the first mow
Blowin old gasoline it really ain't the worst odor
life's a bitch i do not need her, flippin out crazy like Ron Creager, lost my calm demeanor //////
so quit fuckin raggin me
took me twenty somethin years to check out Big Brother Magazine
slap a crying emoji on some good news
..you doin' better good for you
****"careful who you call dope"****
pay a couple extra for a better bag like Kicking Horse ....
I'm just pickin at scabs skitterin'
bitchin if yer human-trash litterin'
sometimes ain't doin much ...except failin' everything all at once
wondering where this mass of bugs crawled in from
glitchin in and out, a phasing holo-graphic design nightmare
jot lines frame-dippin' in Backrooms leave ya right scared .. n' shit
but I bare with it
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BBL
02:45
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remembering my aged-5 dreams
oddly cynical child mind never thought I'd see 19
tried to picture 23 at 7 and dissociated
pushin' 30 instantly thoughts race thru bewildered places
cloudy mind, dark-faced grey nerd
..... still I'm a heartrate raiser;
let's run it up
I like my black coffee so hot it scorches thru the double cup .. the fuck is up yuh nuthin much
it's a crazy life...
****bitches be like "Bitches be Like" like they ain't the bitches they be like****
scrapping wit crappy furniture the room's all tussled
leak this shit right from the lab it's not the Wuhan-struggle
busted headphones wit' BrooklynZoo the Wu all muffled
still bring the Ruckus like the Boondocks uncle
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landed on Lynn Mountain
02:53
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(transparent brandin' see-thru skin clouded)
I'm alien n I landed on Lynn Mountain"
(my youth puddled up dry it's a thin fountain)
I'm alien n I landed on Lynn Mountain
Human form not sure what I get out'it
I'm alien n I landed on Lynn Mountain
plug my phones in go for noisy walks to avoid my thoughts that's poison rot
you think it's free will but the choice is not
conveyor belts force the slop..... OH my
Seeing grown-over slow-signs in the low sky
media's controlled arms, two left wings til they snap right
governments lead us along by the glow of the gaslight
static displays hum and haw blur as they pass by society on me ass high
coagulate indecencies, shake my pants
modulate the frequencies to make em dance
I'm an uncommon thing
like a mandragon- fans drag me like "Fuck Off And Sing"
sold ya souls to security; info trucked off to Ring
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kefka vibe
03:34
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brain's a cookie boy I burnt the biscuit
beyond just killing time now, I murder minutes
heard the whisper turn it to flimsy competition n hurl the discus
can't tell what ya girl had on her neck but now my pearls is fittin'
blingin' in some knockoff knock-offs you ain't heard of this drip
last few shroom-outs I should be deterred from trippin'
but a big-toe in-an-acid bath I'm still nervous dippin' slur my writtens
slappin' a T-Bird baked sippin' dirt hibiscus
NS-Sports: It's In The Game to lose and then just die
putrid guy clownin toxic style on some kefka vibes
failed the pre-approved experiment and cried
vaulted off the playhouse top n forgot to connect a slide
slumped-out in sand but appreciative I get to fly
screen blotted out like printing just from resin dye
mid-bolt back to the boathouse I'm forgettin' why
short-term elongated memory erasure
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The Well-Tuned Dickhead
03:08
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THE WELL-TUNED DICKHEAD
(((I get up early with the pheasant chirpin
do a sketchy turn and get to pleasant workin's)))
probably an odd time to suddenly wanna get a turban
I can't really care 'bout what news-skit worshippin' dumbdumb's tellin' me
planet-runners pluck haarp's-strings 'bout to sing a mudflood melody
lately been catching myself checking apps for inspirationals
it seems I need a slap on some wrists fer a wake up call
smoke the pile morbid fast but I got More Stashed
you want me to take the Forced Vaxx... send it through DoorDash
Gimme four doses til I hit the floor, SPLAT
so I can call up daddy-government and cry 'give me Your Cash',
Poor Ass
bongin on the porch slabbed like fresh concrete
coughin' grey until my neck's popping
n' I can finally simmer down and walk around a calm-creep
the glaring fact I need a lil mental help; it gets obvi
driving to a quick death like I got some car-fent on me
nahh me making a profit off pills is a nightmarish long-lost dream
I could really never
Pack these beats with so much fluff it could fill a heffer
Think of every drop of alcohol spilled at Heather Beach
Pool it all with flaming grains of sand this’ll never reach coherency
Or a single picture-able point that ain’just heresy
Spelunking soaked within my doctrines to assess the Deep
Know i resurface soon i should address the Reef, errrr
Maybe not...
just darkly benefit from doom-n-gloom and burn smog
Drop outsider observations like Werner Herzog … . . . . .. .
[[I get up early with the pheasant chirpin’
do a sketchy turn and get to unpleasant workin's
Apparently i trip off life; Hell-view misled
Micro-dose tonal im that well-tuned DickHead ]]]
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