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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐟𝐭. 𝐄𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞)
//lyrics//
I'm pretty as fuck, might steal your girl
and/or your boy, rock your dad's world
I'm not your toy, don't play with me young buck
and press more than your luck
I'm petty as fuck, might burn your house
drown out your voice, delete your clout
make more than noise, I'm out for blood and stuff
and hit scenes like a truck
I'm pleasant as fuck, might change your tone
you'll fall in love, question your own
set placement of the parts that make you up
all preconceptions chucked
I'm clever as fuck, might check your mate
three moves ahead, forward not straight
leave you on read, impressed by flexed conduct?
I get that text a bunch
because I'm
EVERY THING
EVERY SINGLE DAMN THING
EVERY THING YOU MAYBE THOUGHT WAS YOUR THING
EVERY THING
EVERY GOD DAMN THING YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE
I AM AND MORE
I'm gnarly as fuck, might blow your mind
hay made for days, punch more than lines
I earn high praise, you'll learn your place, you schmuck
thank me when you don't suck
I'm artsy as fuck, might break your mold
subvert expectations you'd hold
bold like an 800 weight typeface
I'm great MOTHERFUCKER
make you say my name
that's game.
[INTERLUDE]
because I'm
EVERY THING
EVERY SINGLE DAMN THING
EVERY THING YOU MAYBE THOUGHT WAS YOUR THING
EVERY THING
EVERY GOD DAMN THING YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE
I AM AND MORE
I'm gnarly as fuck
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The Theythemberist
02:45
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭
//lyrics//
Safe's off in a mine field
Am I real?
Do I bleed?
Am I a fleeting heat you might feel?
I'm right here, but it's not me
I dropped off
Steered screaming
Stopped dreaming, even stalled grief
Walls deep in a minotaur's den
Sleep's cheaper as a one way
ticket well spent
It's on brand, but the art of war's not
Can't crop out the after creds
Have to press start
Got widgets in the carts
Drip artifacts from cuts
When the going gets dark
The dark hearted get shrunk
A pilot in the heart
Of a large mouthed glass canon
Not a damn help, doc
I am the distraction
Cameras and action
Stream keys and ethernet
Back door
Ope act
The cracked human oubliette
I only get a minor sense
of relief caught
When the fingertips hit
But it's been a bit since we've crossed
Safe's off in a mine field
Am I real?
Do I bleed?
Am I a fleeting heat you might feel?
Gloves off when my mind squeals
I'm personified steel
Pointing inward where it might kill
I'll fight till only I or I's are left
Try to hide the final breath
Held against me if I rest
My breasts hardly benefit the armor class
Plate setting made a break for Mantua that never passed
Nobody asked but I'm the dagger held in love's spot
Simultaneously also venom numbing what's lost
Gloves off when my mind squeals
I'm personified steel
Pointed inward where it might kill
Safe's off in a mine field
Am I real?
Do I bleed?
Am I a fleeting heat you might feel?
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐟𝐭. 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐙⁶⁴ & 𝐊𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐩)
//lyrics//
𝗝𝗼𝗲𝘆 𝗭⁶⁴
THE TRENDSETTER
LIVE: FROM THE LEFT END OF THE BELL CURVE
READ A LETTER TO MY ENEMIES
SAID "RUN ME UR SELF-WORTH,
I'LL SEE U IN HELL"
WORDS ARE PERFECT AS THEY NEED TO BE
JOEY Z IS DEAD & U CAN TELL B/C THE TV SCREEN SAID IT
U KNOW THE GIANT GLOWING BOX WOULD NEVER LIE
JOEY Z'S ALIVE! THE RESURRECTION WILL BE TELEVISED
IN OTHER NEWS: JOEY Z IS FULLY MECHANIZED
W/ RED RETINA'S & A METAL HEART THAT'S BEEN WEAPONIZED
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
BACK TO NORMAL NOW
WORD TO RICK FROM MORTY'S OR WHATEVER
SHUT THE PORTAL DOWN
I HEARD A DIFFERENT STORY BOUT UR LIFE THAN HOW U WROTE IT DOWN
U NEVER HELD A GUN BUT U RAPPIN LIKE U CAPONED IT OUT
UR RAP QUALITY BASED ON THE SHORTEST TIME TOOK
MY HAIR LONGER THAN UR RHYME BOOK
CHECK THE FACTS & U CAN SEE WHAT I MEAN
DUDE, THERE'S ONLY 2 GENDERS LEFT: ME OR SELENE
CHOOSE
𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗲
Not true. There’s only one gender. It’s mine and you can’t have it!
I’ve arrived in a flack jacket with a sack full of bad habits
Unpassable trans Santa but in a Dragonlance setting
Hitting damage per round averages that when halved are still mad deadly
Sweaty, you do the math
'll do the next adjacent exit
And I may suggest your next two steps retrace your first impressions
Pay attention to what's flexed
in cases packed
with stacks of thousands
Now it's raining cats and tigers like the bears ain't been growling
Throw your hands down to the lycans and define it "achieved balance"?
I’d rather just draw lines and decline the preceding challenge
I’m an amalgam of hard passes on the yes and/or no answers
Romancing the slung stones, picking bones out of slim chances
I fancy myself the type that probably takes a pause eventually?
_____
Then make a fist of brass
and take a knee
After Joey’s funeral, ask them to open one more track for me
I’m actually a necromancer, this rap shit is all dead to me
𝗞𝗹𝗼𝗽𝗳𝗲𝗻𝗽𝗼𝗽
Never met a gender that I didn't misunderstand
If I even have one it's a kitten on a trip to Japan
Or the hidden message in a prison striker's list of demands
I'm the cryptid in your pineal gland
I spread your fists into hands and plant empathy
Get you listenin' to jazz and Black Chemistry
Whatever we are we pack remnants of stars inside every orifice
Bet we blast that energy
i'm a fifty cent vinyl by an Austrian band
i am an overbearing zealot socialized like a man
i am the scar on a colonizer's dominant hand
i am a people still in want of a land
So baby off with the brand, full genre-agnostic
Music or human, fam, you want it you got it.
Not I. Chosen over assigned.
But mine's busted, hear me rattling like it broke off inside
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The Butterfree Effect
00:57
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭
//lyrics//
I was a bug type tyke with a tripped circ light
Never quite Mike Tys enough for fight nights
In hindsight "blink twice if the life sized vice
Kinda fits like a knife" might've just sufficed
A life sentence as a predicate in subject's clothing
Where the rulers never bothered with thread
I'm probably better off dead from a double dollar debt
I'll put it backwards on my chest but I'm not upset
"If you have to ask, then you can't afford it
Too bad, so sad, now do as you're ordered
You'll be halved and quartered and be happy for it
And for a bad performance, you will pay"
I'm not a singular they, I'm a singularity, babe
A Kayfable folk hero here for saving the day
Or something's mayb in the way? Pray it prepped for the dents
I hopped fence and ain't pivoted since, and y'all been upset
I might never be whatever the fuck I was afforded
By the poster child roulette
I'm probably better off never ever being born again
I'll put it backwards on my chest but I'm not upset
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤
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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐚𝐦 (𝐟𝐭. 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐡𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐲, 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐀𝐗, & 𝐒.𝐋.𝐀.𝐌.𝐎.)
//lyrics//
𝗠𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗵𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘆
Boots muddy, spit cruddy
Hella chubby but the humans still love me
See dunny, we elite type of funny
Flee the country with a wife and a hubbie
And dog and a cat and a bong and some wraps
When opportunity calls we do not call it back
Cuz we’re busy today and got a lot to unpack
And I ain’t doing shit until the song is intact
And it smacks like kisses, smash so vicious
These raccoon rap kids find Trash so delicious
rags outta riches, can’t master the scrimmage
And when gameday comes they get dragged to the finish
laughter’s a gimmick, I still laugh I admit it
I am at my limit with these trash ass cynics
Beauty is in the eye of the tiger king
Lucy in the sky with some guy and his hirelings
𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁
Quick hiDE my CD in your socks so your Pops don’t steal it,
It’s going down…so tell me what’s the point of kneeling,
Your ONLYFANS is filled with ones that’s on the ceiling,
Whether planned or sleight of hand, I’m an amplified villain,
I got a feeling, they copping pleas, it's all leaflets and broccolis,
I grind prophecies like coffee beans,
Never conceded, so when you read it, know the meaning, throw some shade under sage trees, now that’s a palm reading, shit was genius...
I am Krillin to crews, receding hairs get confused, this force majeure, tour de force, contours like fossil fuels or...Come off like nudes in locker rooms,
I’m double dealing…put on shows like vaudevillians, Rock arenas like Bobby Heenan, My tongue is Atila THE HUN, transmitted orally,
Generations before me pass my stories like the fleur de lis,
You’re in the weeds, with an immortal beast, scribe lines aligned like double helix,
All these Lion Kings, guess who's getting hyena'd
𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗠𝗔𝗫
I been holdin my hand over my mouth for too long
I’m an animal I can’t handle the urge is too strong
I been humble while watchin all of these rappers who’s on put garbage on dope production and act like their gods
Don’t wanna see me crawl out the bottom of the pot
I’m the illest inside the city the tour decides to stop
I don’t care if you get offended I know you prolly are, just a gimmick that’s tryna fit in with all the others….
I been grindin in the Grassy Knoll
Way past the offers of exposure now my head is blown
Do my little thing, get my cut, now I’m headed home
It’s a simple scheme what’s the fuss lemme get my doe
Heres all of my info hit the Venmo, I should’ve known to get a deposit from the get go but
That’s alright you live and learn some lessons in this shit hole
But never again will you pull the wool over my thick skull
𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗲
You can find me in my headspace, ricocheting endlessly
pretend to be some semblance of independent for revery
with memories like sets of teeth carving reflective effigies
there’s little left of me but a sentiment to forget to breathe
I mean, what’s up, y’all
is it too late to become a legend before I fall off?
I call shots only after the pocket is filled up
And make a hell of a hit out of a rattle of tin cups
'cause I'm petty like Becc Buck and steadily get stuck
So justice is just me blindfolded with tits up
Told that it gets rough by those that don't know better, though
Don't desperately seek views approved by cisheteros
NOPE! Center frame on the idpol dance team
The type that'll flash flash fangs and make elephants antsy
Don't pretend the future's anything but brutal and nasty
What's a gender neutral term for queen bitch of the trash heap?
Cause that's me
𝗦.𝗟.𝗔.𝗠.𝗢.
Waltzing, sorta off-beat,
Always revolving,
Hoarder, airing it out, but it’s only my laundry,
Order’s never about, son.
Or so this has taught me,
That’s why I sonned myself right there in the bar’s scheme,
Hooligan art geek but I ain’t fulla malarkey,
On some cliché you-can’t-take-me,
Who, you and what army?
Bet you thought you had a leg since I was moving bizarrely,
Ever since I had a heartbeat, I’d chew through the dog leash,
-usually a target, guess I was due for the long reach,
Business as usual, guess it’s nothing new when the laws cease,
Got the hunger of like two million zombies,
Future looks wonky,
Make some room, let the swamp breathe,
No more hockin’ loogies for hobby,
(my) Feet coming unglued from the concrete,
Cue the music from Rocky,
like din-din-diiiinnnn,
ooo, I’m a bruise in your moxie,
Flow Disrespect,
My whole crew just be froggy…
(ribbit)
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𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐭 (𝐟𝐭. 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐙⁶⁴ & 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬)
//lyrics//
𝗝𝗼𝗲𝘆 𝗭⁶⁴
IT'S STILL ONLY 2 WORDS: SUCK IT
YALL LIKE TO RHYME A WHOLE LOT OF SHIT JUST TO SAY NOTHIN
KEEP CRYING BOUT UR SONGS BECOMING PUBLIC
I'LL KEEP LAUGHIN, SNATCHING UP ACCOLADES
BOY I FUCKIN LOVE IT
SAY IT WITH UR CHEST, COWARDS
U SOUND SCARED WHEN U RAP
Y'ALL SHOULD GET LOUDER
I KNOW IT'S HARD
Y'ALL BEEN GETTING IGNORED FOR SO LONG
BUT IF U DOPE THEN WHY U MAD THAT FOLKS TALK BOUT UR SONGS?
IF U HATE ME FUCKIN BALL UP A FIST, DORKS
MOB UP
BETTER GRAB THEM TORCHES & PITCHFORKS
YALL BEEN CIRCLEJERKING FOREVER
NOW DONT THAT SHIT HURT?
SHOW SOME RESPECT IT'S THE GOD OF THE DISCOURSE
𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗲
I got a fever pitch and don't need prescriptions for good vibes
you should try more goodbyes, less novel length bald lies
that light in the attic is off
air in the night only salt
thought I'd take condis with grace cause all YOUR patience is shot?
I'm not your mom, dude, I swear that you're allowed to
make 3 volt power moves and pout when no one's proud of you
I doubt your crew is down to slowly go through
prolly most those motions fully
ring around the goal posts, all roped and drag through pulleys
I'm not a bully I just laugh a lot overtly at these cats that got
all Yajirobe energy here thinking that they're Kakarot
missed the pot and pissed all over every friend they've got
like what about you, Bob?
You've locked your trauma, loaded, aimed through rifle slots
Not my job
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