1. |
super humman
02:59
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the art of the spectacle
price for pain / for the fame /take the hits
the art of the spectacle lives
do it all again for this (shit)
staycation at the hall of meat,
big spin to faceplant onto concrete
then a top rope shooting star press botch leap
then watching all the marks weep
I kick a kid out of his yeezus heelys
choir boy now praying jesus heal me
i ask the crowd do you fucking feel me
i get no response
nobody wanted any more of this but i'm
back and i'm pissed with a bag full of grips
that i got from the thrift on discount just to flip
into avant garde shit for you fuckers to miss
slanging discs
got to make the money cause the rent exists
spend it on all the pretty twinks and chicks
and any other payment that i've ever missed which
is fucking all of them, collect em all like solomon,
banishing debt collectors, i tell them to never call again
paid in turnips blood and rotten goose egg
swollen from a bump to the head i caught the jpeg
uberreach, color in a no d q
handicap if you must, please bring your whole fucking crew
the art's now the artist, kayfabe's a worked shoot
what it comes down to is we're all in it for the views
two rappers one mic
eat that shit for the spotlight
too many rappers, not enough shit
watch them fight over it
the art of straight eating shit
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2. |
shit life syndrome
02:02
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drag my fucking feet because existence is a chore
coping with substances hopelessness punishment for looking at the shit I can't ignore
the consensus it should be effortless
for me the day to day grind has been pleasureless
in fact i'ts crushing me
i subsist begrudgingly
participation as a sentient abrasion
stressed and ground into paste before i face disintegration
despite my best efforts i cannot seem to scuba through a
hadal zone i call home, pressure hits like
it's shit life syndrome
acute shit life syndrome
life gets shorter in number the days protracted
i watch cost of living rise as my spine becomes compated
gnarled and twisted wil to live promptly extracted
shown i'm worthless every day, cycle of poverty i'm trapped in
with no prospects, don't know what's next, prognosis is looking grim
i just watch all home for the future dim
while men of means are buying countries on a fucking whim
self neglect is required
bullshit life i don't desire
being alive is predicated on money
go to work, go to sleep, live poor die early
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(that's that shit i don't like, and i'll never)
live past the age of sixty, lungs blacked out like a chimney,
from the smog, my brains fermented like kimchi
and thats assuming the fucking heat don't kill me
melt into a fucking muck puddle filthy till
death, no choice left due to short funds
tryna pay rent with some spit from the forked tongue
no jobs, automated out the old ones
hungry, living on the surface of the fucking sun
till the winter comes then it's frigid
froze off digits, corpse unborn rigid
in the climate controlled bunkers there's no difference
paid for by bribes from special interest
an profits from the climate apartheid
you can run and hide but once the air's gone youre gonna die
and that's assuming we don't get you first
try and sell the planet when you're under the earth
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4. |
i feel like shit
02:00
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suppress self for the convenience of being
mute the colors till i'm just barely seeing
the doldrums and grey seem to be the only way
I can manage to stay upright and keep breathing
dead for the convenience of being
it seems everywhere a corpse they're needing
round peg the hole or get squished out the mold
i'd rather keep my soul but unsure i'd last the beating
pushed it so far down, bottom of the deep
though it resurfaced as some shit i didn't want to see
eventually integrated it into me
problems stemmed from shit that other people thought that i should be
identity thrown in the fucking bin
recidivism when i step foot in
100 radius of where my family live
not even sure if the shit's determinative
buy why risk it by being explicit
with information Samaritans didn't solicit
need to know basis, your clearance deficient
if don't ask don't tell is lying by ommission
then my whole life is one compuslive tic
your attitudes make me feel like repulsive shit
you won't listen to this so here's a fucking hint
this whole song's about liking dick
guts spewing out my ass
put that shit on my epitath
that the pressure was too great
fucked to death pounded right into the grave
and not in the good way
the good way never happens
cause i am severly lacking
in self confidence
because i feel like
shit
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5. |
interlude
00:30
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My friend says to me: "What rhymes with orange" I said: "No it doesn't"
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6. |
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holier than thou straight edge hardcore motherfuckers
could fuck off forever if i had my druthers
self aggrandizing pay for play asshats
download an ableton crack and think that they can rap
band broke up time to rip off lil peep
especially the part where you go the fuck to sleep
forever, options are that or become the ass
that won't stop inviting me to like his fucking podcast
brand new friend request, hit accept
immediate invitation to some shit i will detest
new ep coming soon, recording of the room
where you and 3 other abusers made some shitty tunes
inbetween texting an 18 year old you've been grooming for 3 years
couple of lines, couple of beers, tell her to promote to all of her peers
who suspiciously aren't yours, one day tour to the liqour store
whippin drunk in a shitty ford, house show full of bad metalcore
DIY more like DIY's it so hard to not be a fucking creep
in a band with two other abusers i find you were uninformed hard to belive
so please don't come at me talking bullshit cause i know your own nose ain't clean
done just as bad deeds as I, so please don't act like you're fucking better than me
hypocritic cliques think they're slick
head up their ass right niext to the stick
I get that i've been a fucking idiot
but don't act like you've got unscented shit
accepted my place in the out group
of the cool kid wind breaker boy scout troupe
rather live my life and never again think about you
but this small emotional response i've allowed to
abscond
soon its gone
soon you're gone
soon i'm gone
forever
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7. |
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death of despair in progress
no coast no hope just cobwebs
suicide slow, glacial process
life as an inanimate object
so i steal my time back
write raps on reciept backs
paid break making beats slap
blank canvas paper scrap
plus whatever mobile shit i'm rolling with at the time
beatorator from the dungeons of 2009
is the most recent fetish that's been clawing at my mind
while the funds increase i watch my free time decline so
I wrote this song while i was at work
clocked in so much that it fucking hurts
get it how you lie, well i'm living at work
get the cash, pa, & tour or get in the dirt
wake up, clock in, clock out, sleep
wake up, clock in , clock out, weep
this shit's taking it's toll
my whole day under control
existence been put on hold
my hours sold, i'ts getting old
i'm told that's just reality
reality don't mean shit to me
if that's this that's the enemy
the status quo entropy can get like kennedy
violently made to unexist
the bullet meet brain blitz
though that sounds like bliss, i must admit
i feel that way cause life consists
of nothing but pointless toil and pained breathing
doing this tryna make the music break even
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8. |
1444
03:23
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i want to live
but not like this
fantasies every day of being pink mist
i want to live but not like this
do i end this languishing or just continue it
exhile born of necessity, self imposed tho unintended intensity
should i ingest the delayed nightshade recipe
i don't know, i sense hesitancy
desperately clawing inside of the coffin
a gun with one bullet, a key i've forgotten
could open the lid end the day at the office
but i would face basilisks that i've begotten
and some oppose, that's other owned
can't tell apart, when juxtaposed
i don't know, we're not close,
relationship status been undisclosed
cause i fear retaliation,
haven't had time for assimilation
of thoughts that my breathing should face cessation
unsure if origin is situation
requires more analysis
as to why i tolerate the stimulus
that leaves me feeling like life is frivolus
straight pointless and full of other stupid shit
sentient water balloons, deep in the SHU, spike strips line the room
if we're gonna get popped, then whats the use,
budd dywer, 1444 on loop
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9. |
FDIA
02:23
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smother me underneath your pretenses
helping hand hammerfist blunt force weapon
knuckle scalpel incision, infection in the depression
we applied salt, advice based on deception
it's my fault, but i was coerced
did what you wanted, and now i'm hurt
your best intentions only sewed discontent
i will never listen again
i'm not sick like you want me to be
about to burst, girth from these jagged little pills
force fed, i said, i'm not fucking ill
made to be, painfully, side effects could possibly kill
maladaptive, still use it to cope when i know it will
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