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Whose Thoughts Are These?

by The Thought & Whose

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Nazis On Our Blocks 01:49
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Crime was invented by the State As a retroactive motive For their actions against The Black and Hispanic Seems their panic was a matter Of consumers getting mad At any brands that attracted The darker skin and adapted So they tapped into the passion That the dads in Kansas had for the brass And planned a coup as the answer For maps of the planet Being granite in color So a mammoth fear of others Turned to avenues for fascists To chatter and build their magnets I been mad as a hatter Wanting Black Lives to Matter To the Chads In the Silver-Platter Peanut Gallery I been asking the actors How they fashion the flattering shots They say it's all they got And it pays a salary I seen the fascist factory The facts been stacked against 'em I don't want to hear 'em Try to justify the system That ain't ever serving justice When they bastardize their power Send your Mom some rotten flowers For the suffering you've caused, once you're shot! How many got to die in vain Before we kill the fucking cops? (Before we kill the fucking cops) (Before we kill the fucking cops) We got to save the USA From the Nazis on our blocks (Better load your fucking glock) ('Cause there's Nazis on our blocks) Lynch the KKK Even if they got a badge (Even if they got a badge) (Gonna cut that pig in half) They want to dig your grave If you dare to fight back! (Where's that fucking light at?) (Got a bottle just for you!) How many got to die in vain Before we kill the fucking cops? (Before we kill the fucking cops) (Before we kill the fucking cops) We got to save the USA From the Nazis on our blocks (Better load your fucking glock) ('Cause there's Nazis on our blocks) Lynch the KKK Even if they got a badge (Even if they got a badge) (Gonna cut that pig in half) They want to dig your grave If you dare to fight back! (Where's that fucking light at?) (Got a bottle just for you!)
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Bootlicker Buffet ft. Whose & URSUS. 03:50
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Welcome to Bootlicker Buffet For only ten dollars You can kick a fucking Nazi in the face For as long as you want Trust me, we enjoy it Voice pitched up like an out of tune uke Playing software that's powered by Yukes They sit on top of the mountain of Zeus Questioning, "why would the populace shoot?" Good riddance, Bootlickers, got to give 'em what they want Stoop writtens falling out of my pockets, times are tough Read the news, every view is eschewed, fuck is up? In recluse with the sleuths, meditation like the monks Words I spit in the booth knock a tooth out a chump Painting pictures make a fool leave Don Bluth in a slump Uncouth with the rules, stupid, blunt, and upfront Jake the snake on a Davey boy, plonked on a La-Z-Boy Face it boy, I've made more slappers than Eric Clapton While you're sitting on your break eating spinach out your plastic Kicking down doors, I want my power and respect Counting every check, 'til showers turn to flowers out my neck Bootlicker Buffet (Bootlicker Buffet) Come on, let's feast (Woo!) Bootlicker Buffet (Bootlicker Buffet) Let them eat cleats (Game Time!) Bootlicker Buffet (Bootlicker Buffet) Come on, let's feast (Agh! Agh!) Bootlicker Buffet (Bootlicker Buffet) Let them eat cleats (Woo!) Chemicals clouding streets, pigs dicks-out for the feast They putting Rittendales on the beat Rubber bullet to the cheek, we sitting ducks for the Civil War How many times the people say "no more, no more!" No change, no pay, nothing good in the state Fires rage and co-pay take your whole life savings Tax payers pay for lack of policeman's training Suits in the tower, with their loot, can't make it stop raining Every day, bare pain in their paint Put a hammer and a sickle to a bootlicker's face Every day, red stains on their shirt More blue in the collar or blue in the dirt Pro-life bootlickers can't tell the worth of a birth But the price less expensive than a Wal-Mart With every bullet shot, they taxes go up Youth ask why the praxis held up, you're fucked! Bootlicker Buffet (Bootlicker Buffet) Come on, let's feast (Woo!) Bootlicker Buffet (Bootlicker Buffet) Let them eat cleats (Game Time!) Bootlicker Buffet (Bootlicker Buffet) Come on, let's feast (Agh! Agh!) Bootlicker Buffet (Bootlicker Buffet) Let them eat cleats (Woo!) On my plate I got a couple rolls, and an arm I took off a Trump supporter tryna watch the polls Like it's probable that voter fraud is going down? But it's holster-holders putting people in the ground, then getting off Without a whisper from a lawyer or a court demanding order Orchards growing horror fruit, but they just defending mortar Reporters get the beat down! Steel-toed feet now! Acting meek for the Oink-Oink coming out the See-'N-Sound Trolling with concerns that the city's going to burn Instead of learning from the people that you turned your back on Justice ain't a Tachyon, we can reach it if we try But the reason for the dying people cannot be denied There's an evil that's inside the minds of blue lives A hive of every grimy motherfucker we despise! I won't call for violence, but I find that it's implied When the State requires silence or they're aiming for your eyes! Bootlicker Buffet (Bootlicker Buffet) Come on, let's feast (Woo!) Bootlicker Buffet (Bootlicker Buffet) Let them eat cleats (Game Time!) Bootlicker Buffet (Bootlicker Buffet) Come on, let's feast (Agh! Agh!) Bootlicker Buffet (Bootlicker Buffet) Let them eat cleats (Woo!)
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Let It Go ft. Jonnie Bars 03:02
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I be in my weight in a couple of ways The market here's a mountain a minute Caught me drinking from the fountain For a couple of days And still paid for a fidget spinner... Whose is this? How you rapping over type beats? Cookie Cutter Gunna but still talking all that "Y'all can't do it like me", and I'm gonna put it lightly There's a dozen of your clones on the road to the "Buy me!" And I'm hoping that you're stymied From opening your maw to bitch about the flaws In the industry that you don't even got the balls for fighting All those songs you ain't writing On some rhythms that you biting from Limeys The delight of the signees Reaching heights you can't climb without a Sherpa And I heard you been eyeing Hawaii For a wifey like Kylie 'Cause you'd like to be Travis, vice verse-uh Your flows have been old since circa Two Thousand Ten, when'd you last get shows? Now picking up the pen might hurt ya Listen up, friend, you should let it go I could give a fuck for how you're feeling Let it go, let it go Everybody got their reasons for the show You don't know! So I don't wanna hear you bitching bout the growth If you ain't growing I been knowing all the seeds you didn't sow Woah I could give a fuck for how you're feeling Let it go, let it go You focused on the radio It really shows I been hoping for the moment When I'm blowing but I'm knowing They ain't looking for the flow Unless it's cash, let it go (Go!) I be in my way, I be in my way, cannot counter Problems with the rage, that won't burn with sage React really childish in a way when I don't have my way Rooted, word to father's DNA, where it starts to weigh Both patterns and cycles need to break, spiritually been slave-like Channel peace the aim though, darkness brought this mane light Rise above we take flight, soul saved in the daylight Fuck your past, you not that, progress through the pain, right? Flip that, it's gymnastics, fell off, then get back That impasse turned clear lane, the fears came and went fast Pen on point, pen point to more coins and big bags Greatness, we live that, legends, we fit that Broke the bank as we break the mold The soul taking over, stack cake and Doja No faith withholding, we taking growth No chasing though, gravitational Heart's resilient, it's made gold Still a lot to live, we going to make the most Thoughts concealed what I can't control Held me back 'til I let it go Let it go If you can't control it, let it go Let it go Before you end up wanting more, woah Let it go If you can't control it, let it go Let it go Before you end up wanting more I could give a fuck for how you're feeling Let it go, let it go Everybody got their reasons for the show You don't know! So I don't wanna hear you bitching bout the growth If you ain't growing I been knowing all the seeds you didn't sow Woah I could give a fuck for how you're feeling Let it go, let it go You focused on the radio It really shows I been hoping for the moment When I'm blowing but I'm knowing They ain't looking for the flow Unless it's cash, let it go (Go!)
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Year of the Aux ft. Zensoul 02:56
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It's the Year of the Aux, I'mma stay oxygenated I ain't here for the rocks, I'm here for what we cultivated As a cult of vagrants, the secret cultural agents Y'all sulking on the beach, egrets searching for a calorie With the haste of a wasteland dweller, his face swelling With lacerations you could only get from a propeller On the breaks like a fake Mandela who ain't telling The faithful of the cause something worthy of applause Only selling tapes, draping strangers in merch they can purchase Disregard the give and take, choosing mirth over purpose Ain't deserving of my space, the rest of Earth at your service Y'all at the pearly gates burning, 'cause you just a disturbance I got my wording close to perfect 'cause I processed my trauma Y'all ain't ever put that work in at your job at the plaza I don't think I heard a word about you earning some honor So I'm honestly unbothered by you, Mr. Rogers Yo, no longer living with doubt One thing about me, I'm gonna figure it out Don't got time to sit on a couch and start wishin' for clout They like how I deliver words and how I'm shipping them out You ever been by yourself trying to find your self? And the one thing that was missing was inside yourself? Huh, me and humility, yeah we get along fine It's about who you are offline, not online Coming with the shipment, unloading the cargo The gas you put on beats is watered down like Arco Lack of diversity like employment at Wells Fargo Give people what they need to stay driven, call me AutoZone Got the Leaf Village with me, I am not alone You can't outshine my shadow, Shikamaru speaking monotone I never needed a hero, I just looked in the mirror Can't have life without death, there is nothing to fear Deacons decomposing, in the deep without my floaties I could steep my tea with toadstools and geek on the weird Got my beakers on the heat, three seven three Kelvin Y'all can keep to Easy Street, the Seldom Scene get my cheers The bells be ringing your ears, upon collision, I'm on a mission To teach some politicians how to find the stairs Only erring from the errand for the fairest-skin Karen So I can push her down with 'em, end the workers' despair I'm in your church with a flare, you're in my lab with a candle I'm not a person who cares about the animal mantles I'd rather Hannibal handle, leave nothing behind Except your blood on the gravel and a pairing of wine It's so apparent to mine, that y'all would dine on an island Made from those you declined, out-of-hand, no replying I don't know the compliant, only focused on clients Once I grow my alliance it's over! I'm in a stratosphere of pantomimes, passerby that are atomized Doing commentary on a list of shit I haven't tried List the shit I haven't tried, and get enamored by They say that life's a bitch, you know it never hurts to fantasize With this ventilation, another vent eventful The supplement to what commences under one's potential Osiris with the spindle, I'm in a vent full of riddles On pendulums, barely visible, seminaries my ventricle You could hate the world and be the only person miserable Cut each other off and still grow like tentacles I tend to do my thing, but never get the right words Typically get melted at the tip of any iceberg Just a fly nerd, out the ghetto, how we made it From a chicken noodle, TV-dinner diet, microwavable To now; I satiate my hunger with arithmetic To quench the misconception of the castle when my temple splits
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Never Come Back 02:09
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Hit the road, Jack And don't you come back No more, no more No more, no more Hit the road, Jack And don't you come back No more What'd you say? I'm on my way out the door Take my weight for tour Lost my patience for the States I'll make a statement in Euros All it takes is a plane To get to places galore That I could never afford If I remained in the boroughs Of Los Angeles It isn't worth the challenges, is it? I've done the canvasses Of homeless folk inhabiting Civics And that's what I whip So I can't help but panic a smidgeon I be giving back But I can't risk a lack of my living I might never come back (Come back!) If I really get to go I been living down bad (Down bad!) So I'm hitting the road Sick of dealing with that (Scumbag!) Where does all my money go? Let me move away and make it Better than it was before I'll get the fuck out of Dodge I've been at odds with my lodging And the cause been the cost Since treating coughing with lozenges Neither offices or restaurants I offered my body Ever compensated properly They dropped me for talking I was walking with a limp Before I got to nineteen Mickey D's did the trick And crippled me with the cleaning I could easily blame the seasons But the reason it ain't healing Is the greed it took To claim "defective feet" Checked directories And couldn't get my workman's comp Had a dream I fed my manager A curb and stomped Searched for representation That I was hurt by complacency But the work for the agencies Wasn't worth the swamp I swung and missed And my bat ain't connected since I'm on the fence about paying My next month's rent And I got one parent that don't want to see me Bent over and fucked So I'm packing my bags Wish me good luck (buh-bye!) I might never come back (Come back!) If I really get to go I been living down bad (Down bad!) So I'm hitting the road Sick of dealing with that (Scumbag!) Where does all my money go? Let me move away and make it Better than it was before
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Festered Flesh ft. Smith the Poet 03:15
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Insular, Indica in the carotid Brought inching and crawling to Vincent and got him Investing a bit in the product to get us through harvest (Ay!) Benjamin farming in Carbondale Hardened the skin on my fingers from cardboard to martyr-nails I don't know Arbor from Monorails, Marginal Error the Artist (Ay!) Arson the Prodigy armed with apologies Don't want the honor of paying for crimes Arnold in marble they carbo'd the Cobbler Harm done to Parlor is great for the Times The bar-back is a car-jacker With a bomb-jacket, trained in a little bit of hacking So cracking back at the whole faction? Put your back in, gotta fashion a magnet Draw 'em close with the bottled potions and the Holy Ghost Like I bought an ocean and propose a toast Going through the motions just to own a boat (Ay!) Chosen to hold myself over the others They don't got the soul that I got so it's smothering Opening doors for the old is a role for the suckers, give me a Tootsie Roll (Ayyyyy!) Stole what I grow from the hopeless for bonuses I don't know nothing 'bout ethics Colder than cryogenic labs Frozen to trap photogenic aesthetics Messier than the press best day Festered Flesh, on the texture: Whose Texting her like "Just press play" Sent a video just for you Silly ho, that's Rick Astley Not my booty-hole, Boo-Hoo! Hit that "Boom, boom, boom!" Hope she don't know voodoo You irrelevant, it's prevalent we back up on the block Spitting excellence since Exodus, I be floating when I jot I got the Rollie on me, looking phony, not a boulder, it's a rock Craving solely codeine, fuck a forty, can't hear you homie (Mick!) Foley is wild woadie, Bruiser Brody, here to make the guap Off that Thrax, I can't be stopped, bitch, keep barking, you'll get dropped Shut the fuck up, this a bop, I blur the line like Brian Pillman Dope dealing is an art, I got soul, y'all want slop I'm talking Mad Max, she gave me thunder dome So I'm cleaning out the gutters, hoe Been bad, my stutter butter, yo, Tom Petty I can't fold Got gift of gab, I stick to the flow, don't make me bless these blokes You don't want the heebie-jeebies, Stevie I don't wanna a ruin your evening, believe me With that half-spin jumper, yo, Tracy McGrady, yeah Big wig thumper, man, I been wavy, watch me Swish the buzzer in HD, baby, and steal the show like Lahey They gonna drool, I'm Minnie Dripperton (Dude!) I've been eating like Dianne Keaton, only geeking on the weekend I be thinking 'bout the deep end, hope we dreaming I ain't sleeping through it, dawg, keep it a Bando, haunted like Rambo Puffing Monsanto, I can't flop, only knock and set up shop (Bitch!) I got this shit on lock, Dubs are Mando, you'll get mopped We sleep-walking to the top, peep game (Peep game!) Known unknowns, I slang, if you lost you a lame And some things never change for the better or worse So here's to going berserk in hopes to profit off the pain And get some purple suede But mostly resonate before I leave the dreamscape I'm with the squadron, stuck up in them stars and Making nonsense 'til I'm nauseous, doing donuts in a starship (Yeah)
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New Axis Power 02:24
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On the border of Armenia The Skirmish has returned While the oil fields in Syria Are commandeered or burned There's a New Axis Power Treaty In the Middle East Between the US, Israel The Saudis and UAE What the motives have to be? But just a savage power grab? We want a Free Palestine They want a passive pasture slab All the bodies y'all been dining over How'd you have an appetite? Sipping Scotch in your loafers To attack by satellite You'll pay for your crimes Only so many streets you can line with the soldiers That you dispose of like orange rinds Keeping Gore in mind, I adore when the foreigner's blinded Aim your sights on the sore, 'cause you bored and mindless Life of a sword for the old and spineless Price of the horde, can't afford a virus Thinking the tyrant's ISIS Blowing up stores like it's nobody's business Paying for whores with the poor man's riches Touring the country, they tore it to shreds War is the pageant they scored for the dead Know enough people that signed with a Sergeant To tell you "they're evil, they like to be harmful" They're arms of a system in Jeopardy, flailing out desperately I can't forgive them their treachery Ain't been a decade in the last century Or recent memory Where we haven't been accessory Or the leader of the posse For Human Rights violations So fuck this fascist nation In a marketplace in Yemen Slavery is not abolished And a mile of ancient relics In Afghanistan demolished There's a New Axis Power Treaty In the Middle East Between the US, Israel The Saudis and UAE What the motives have to be? For this destruction of history? Is inflicting a misery On the locals called liberty? All the bodies y'all been eating over How'd you take the silverware? Before your unmanned rover Dropped explosives from the air? Ruling-class weaponry Just another booted foot on the centipede Thinking that they Batman, fighting the Bad Man When they abandoned the Genevieve "Yeah, let's go Bam-Bam the enemies" Better no bandana, bend to me Uncle Sam's first-born with an M-1 "Put me in a van that can handle in the sand, you can bet on peace" Please frag your colonel, leave him in the ground and burn his journal God will give you Grace in the place eternal Think about the way that they raped Lavena Make your rage infernal, that's a Major hurdle Set Danger Purple When the racists in circles of power Keeping the gates from the journalists' scour Ain't no debate, it's a cover-up, just look at the cowards!
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Trophy & A Grave ft. Zen Stokely & Marcus Lee 03:39
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And I find it oddly calming How the priests are still embalming All the children that are falling From the plague Used to see this shit as tragic Want to know who made us addicts Getting angry at the traffic That we made Euphemized the Ring o'Rosie Now our pockets full of posies Good for you Now here's a trophy and a grave Here's a trophy and a grave Here's a trophy and a grave Modern-day savages Scandals for the scandalous A panel for the analysts To add a list of damages Accumulated, feudalism Rumored and ruminated By the chosen few that like to choose The way the truth is painted Who could make it what it is? Or even what it's out to be? Or outwardly interpreted Through mediums that count the sheep I was never woke, I only spoke When I was sound asleep Tales from other folks But turn the hoax into reality TVs to streams Dope-heads and fiends Coke, feds and lean Most led between Many schemes From Saturday to Sabbath The ending-times were patented To liquify the average population Yeah, that's why I'm always Deep in contemplation Never stop and rather stalk it Like I'm hawking on an ancient Discovery of a black hole Without a cash flow Because the people that control it Never had soul And I find it oddly calming How the priests are still embalming All the children that are falling From the plague Used to see this shit as tragic Want to know who made us addicts Getting angry at the traffic That we made Euphemized the Ring o'Rosie Now our pockets full of posies Good for you Now here's a trophy and a grave Congratulations Here's a trophy and a grave Congratulations Here's a trophy and a grave Thank a corpse for the sacrifice Better late infantilizing Occupy my coffin if you're righteous Ain't no compromising Icy in the morgue Betting boredom looking tantalizing Mighty is the tide, the second wave Won't need no magnifying Itemized the lies you crying Eyes denied the evidence I've arrived at violent ideation For your decadence Biden in the whitest lighting Never even made amends Likened to the idols Of the "I don't know" Supremacists I just want the scientists To dominate the topic Not allow the fire fist To claim it's metabolic We all looking for logic It's toxic with no compass rose Closed your ears 'cause you're talking While your pockets went cold I'm sitting, gawking and often I dream of where we could've been Utilized the organizing For the rising of kids But we shifted from adopting All these options for a spin Into planned obsolescence And we called that a win And I find it oddly calming How the priests are still embalming All the children that are falling From the plague Used to see this shit as tragic Want to know who made us addicts Getting angry at the traffic That we made Euphemized the Ring o'Rosie Now our pockets full of posies Good for you Now here's a trophy and a grave Congratulations Here's a trophy and a grave Congratulations Here's a trophy and a grave Coming from an ignorant Everybody's indifferent Living in capitalism And chasing dividends still Peering out in the waiting room It's fatal view Motherfuckers dying The government standing still I ain't expecting any different Been doing this for years To We The People looking down From the steeple there go the evil rulers Watching us smile As long as we generate some change Just to get by I remember being scared For the homie Twon While he was lying in the hospital Hoping he don't die How many others experience that? Watching they loved ones on the drive Away from home Awaiting the phone Call with anxiety Piety it seems You either mask up, or vax up Or both, there is no between For real Say a prayer for the healers Cause no one cares if this virus Is built to just kill us They some real life villains And I find it oddly calming How the priests are still embalming All the children that are falling From the plague Used to see this shit as tragic Want to know who made us addicts Getting angry at the traffic That we made Euphemized the Ring o'Rosie Now our pockets full of posies Good for you Now here's a trophy and a grave Congratulations Here's a trophy and a grave Congratulations Here's a trophy and a grave
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Villain To Me ft. J Soulstice 02:40
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I know poets with no penchant for words In your time zone, smoking on the remnants of herb Give me the penance of curb-biting, I'll skip to the step In my presence, you third-tightest and silence is best Think you conscious when you walking on the 1-2-3-4 Never finding pockets, we're supposed to be more! Holders of the spoken mind, the voices of the muted Rhyme to show them recourse without police recruited I'm only chanting "Defund!" on the way to "Abolition!" Squad cars, free guns, only buying ammunition I've been itching for the revolution, no anarcho-fantasy Simply pissed about the lynching's of my family Crushed beneath the gravity, strangers in a strange land I don't need no cavity searches or arraignments Adopted by a culture that been pimped for entertainment I will never be a vulture, I will never be an agent You're something of a villain to me, yeah False equivalences, trigger-finger itches You're letting all of the killers go free, yeah Fuel within the engine, mulch to sculpt to riches Even if you stand alone, you got to stand up If you love hip hop put your hands up! "Don't shoot, Officer", those are scary words When is law enforcement gonna get what they deserve? We can choose to be silent, but that's what they prefer It's time to question everything, and yes I mean everything "By any means necessary" a quote from Malcolm X Ray-vision 20-20, but now what happens next? I'm tired of the pain, and underneath is captioned text How can we focus on the good if we don't know what focus is? We don't know what hopeful is, it's hard to step into blessings Ones with privilege never understood systemic oppression My ancestors used their voices so I can have choices That's why I use my voice to show you what Blaqknoiz is Less 'lil rappers more W.E.B. Du Bois-es Bob Marley singing "Revolution", you cannot destroy this You're something of a villain to me, yeah False equivalences, trigger-finger itches You're letting all of the killers go free, yeah Fuel within the engine, mulch to sculpt to riches
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Heretic 02:17
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Something in the belly of the underdog The way he uses his paws without a monologue Stacks a catalogue that makes the hawks jealous Got lost relics, oh look, it's zealot-o'clock Sell a plot of land with a bell on the belt If you want, I'll help and give a hand with the settlement Better than you looking to sediment health or the elements I don't got the evidence you want just positive sentiments Experimented with a 'lil marijuana No I don't got to keep my promises in the melodrama The God you got 'em operating on is a Farrakhan-er And odds that I'mma honor all the garbage you harbor Is going to be a problem You should look to your karma, give your love to your Father But my father's a rapist, so why should I listen? They like "give thanks to God, 'cause it all made you stronger" And I can't help to ponder to just killing all of them "God will guide your way Just have some patience" I don't trust the faithful 'Cause they all say the same shit "Jesus had the Grace to die for your sins" And let y'all rape kids But y'all hear "Heretic, Heretic, Heretic, Heretic" Something 'bout the bodies that you're walking on Distended not from their aging, it's an affront to God That's if the object of your worship's not bleeding On the Cross feeling holier than those at the trough Burn your city down to the skeletons Want to see you all in hell for what you're telling apprentices I don't see the church as wealthy, got a cell on the premises Don't know why you're apprehensive of the reverend's sentences I sent you all my thoughts and my prayers to Gaia Eyes of all the liars stopping, fixed to the funeral pyre Hydrogen Peroxide guiding decomposition Writing like Tobias, y'all the bias of repetition And wreck the mission When you're sold down the river, for two ounces of silver Letting birds at your liver out of blind faith Going naked in winter, but will never admit it 'Cause you're a hypocrite and know you can't forgive mistakes "God will guide your way Just have some patience" I don't trust the faithful 'Cause they all say the same shit "Jesus had the Grace to die for your sins" And let y'all rape kids But y'all hear "Heretic, Heretic, Heretic, Heretic"
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Night Sun ft. OKnice 03:20
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Label check, yeah, I'd like one But they ain't checked under the Night Sun Looking for a fight, you found the right one Under the Night Sun, don't even like guns Praises to the highest Take your lighter out and light one Mountains of the Holy Ghost ignite (Deus) Doubt is nothing to the fire (Dominae) Give your spirit to the choir (Deus) 'Cause the sun is out at night (Dominae) I'm a Gothamite that hasn't mastered his wings Chicken, batter, and some cornbread when fat ladies sing So kiss the back of the ring, if you ain't trained with a purpose Hit the canvas with your brains, leave a stain on the surface Time for Kosher salt and lemon, little bit of soda water Know you saw yourself a tenant but I'll turn you to a squatter Only said it like I meant it off a couple drops of blotter How'd I catch you sleeping? You're supposed to be a spotter Try this: the tyrant that don't want to divide kids With violence and images of women like some sirens Environmental damage can't be understated So it's time to let go of items that you're flaunting on your pages Debate is the first stage to activate your cranium The best with the cadence but always been the worst-paid My birthday used to bring the manium But now no one gives a fuck until I got a Brady Bunch, what? Label check, yeah, I'd like one But they ain't checked under the Night Sun Looking for a fight, you found the right one Under the Night Sun, don't even like guns Praises to the highest Take your lighter out and light one Mountains of the Holy Ghost ignite (Deus) Doubt is nothing to the fire (Dominae) Give your spirit to the choir (Deus) 'Cause the sun is out at night (Dominae) Didn't make the member list, I missed the memorandum I ain't got no time to reminisce, don't fit in with the fandom Ghosting all my friends, and shit, I'm drifting like a phantom Choosing words wisely, my script is in the canon Hope you write with a purpose, I hope you're right with your God Don't get caught in the circus 'cause clowns ain't worth the applause Say that shit with your chest before it works through your jaws 'Cause if you don't, then you a joke, now we laugh at your loss Label check, who's the tailor? Let this razor get your fitting right You was talkin' shit but when I show up it's "just kidding", right? Neon sign paint me in a different light, speaking what I mean I just regret the songs I didn't write (Get 'em Nice) Funny how these saints are just some sinners that we pray to Pressured when I'm penning, hope this sentence is a breakthrough Centered but I'm spinning in the same spot, take shots Lame thoughts, brain saying "Cris, we all hate you" Wade through the bullshit, wake up a sleeping dog Teeth are gnawed, "see it all"? I never will I don't need to fix shit, I just need a better pill Small tank with big fish, thinking we should let it spill (Let it spill) Label check, yeah, I'd like one But they ain't checked under the Night Sun Looking for a fight, you found the right one Under the Night Sun, don't even like guns Praises to the highest Take your lighter out and light one Mountains of the Holy Ghost ignite (Deus) Doubt is nothing to the fire (Dominae) Give your spirit to the choir (Deus) 'Cause the sun is out at night (Dominae)
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John Galt 02:19
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If I think of something Then it's mine, no bluffing Give me dimes or shove it, baby Call me John Galt What they lining up with Like some diamond puppets Making blind assumptions, baby This is your fault! If I think of something Then it's mine, no bluffing Give me dimes or shove it, baby Call me John Galt What they lining up with Like some diamond puppets Making blind assumptions, baby This is your fault! Argumentative to a fault The living embodiment of the fictional Galt I ain't got no love for Ayn Rand 'cause the timespan Since she died only proving her wrong Tell y'all to move it along, my Libertarian fans Y'all just a time zone away from an Aryan stance I ain't married to dancing, I'll make you nod before you boogie I look at God and all I see is just a plot for the trance Y'all been using Christianity to pray for McMansions And tuning in to Hannity to masturbate to a fascist I been asking myself why the fuck I want to make a name When the only way to do it is complacent to bastards? But I got some complaints I want to raise to their face Hope I keep it restrained and don't walk out with a case By the grace of all that's holy, I would love a revolution But lowly little Jack was raped before his first communion If I think of something Then it's mine, no bluffing Give me dimes or shove it, baby Call me John Galt What they lining up with Like some diamond puppets Making blind assumptions, baby This is your fault! If I think of something Then it's mine, no bluffing Give me dimes or shove it, baby Call me John Galt What they lining up with Like some diamond puppets Making blind assumptions, baby This is your fault! If you respect my property We won't have a problem, I won't be spanking your bottom In fact, if we can play Monopoly, I'll show how I got 'em To think of me as one of them, despite a childhood in Gotham I got the rottenest rotary phone and pockets full of Koch Top the coffers of the Corleones in residential zones Don't resent me when you're Jonesing, don't address me when you're broke Quote the broker: "No you can't have a smoke!" Those are motives that I learned from the fam Blame the Holy Ghost while letting go of your hand Better go for the grands and not a deeper understanding Of the plan that led to man becoming weaker as a whole Don't you want to answer all the screaming in your soul? That the evils we've planted have nearly eaten the planet? Soon we'll be like the mammoths, ingredients in the coal If the greed in our habits isn't treated as an obstacle
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Don't Want To Say Goodbye ft. Hans 02:46
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It's getting really hard to do the same thing every day And keep a smile on my face Be the rock people need me to be Support my family I mean, I'm fucking losing it dude And I don't... I don't know I really wish I could, I really wish I knew, but I don't And this is all I can do To try to get some fucking reason, so Keep me away from the end I ain't only scared of dying Scared of losing my friends It don't matter what you spend 'Til you're breaking your tendencies I don't ever want my pen To lose its thread to the energy (Don't want to say goodbye) Keep me away from the end Terrified that all I'm trying Won't do what I intend It won't ever break bread 'Til you bend your mentality Feels like nothing makes sense It's my fear of finality (Don't want to say goodbye) Keep me away from the end I ain't only scared of dying Scared of losing my friends It don't matter what you spend 'Til you're breaking your tendencies I don't ever want my pen To lose its thread to the energy (Don't want to say goodbye) Keep me away from the end Terrified that all I'm trying Won't do what I intend It won't ever break bread 'Til you bend your mentality Feels like nothing makes sense It's my fear of finality (Don't want to say goodbye) Listen dude, we haven't talked in a decade or two But I've been contemplating coming home and visiting you Hope you kept my room the same, window I used to look out 'Til humanity came, no doubt was too enticing I used to like icing, would always question Why you and your son were fighting, enlightening I get it now, but why we still in the middle? You didn't have to take my mother, but you did didn't you? Chickens have come home to roost in a coop that's burnt Dinners served, but you're alive, in the end, what's worse? Maybe they crossed the road 'cause what choice you got? Other side isn't this one, salvation, we flock Goddamn Keep me away from the end I ain't only scared of dying Scared of losing my friends It don't matter what you spend 'Til you're breaking your tendencies I don't ever want my pen To lose its thread to the energy (Don't want to say goodbye) Keep me away from the end Terrified that all I'm trying Won't do what I intend It won't ever break bread 'Til you bend your mentality Feels like nothing makes sense It's my fear of finality (Don't want to say goodbye) Growing weary of gravity on account of my mass Bullet castings melted down to forge a Dumile mask Not assuming the facts, or raiding tombs off fractal glass The artifacts I found wound up moving to humans We need room to be loose in, and a use beyond a craft Or we're brewing the ruin that loses you in a draft Better know what you're doing, or you're Ozymandias Another popular man dying, options ill-advised Never buckle the truth, when you oughta stand righteous That's my call to the pious, 'til they fall to the virus It's a crisis of faith, when you're worried 'bout the landing Might not notice the gauge showing your engines are panting At least that's my understanding
14.
Take Off The Crown 03:08
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Men who march with their whole damned hearts Think the wars they start are a form of art Better take off the crown, take off the crown We could take your head, better take off the crown Engine parts in a slaughterhouse For their fellow man in an honored blouse Better take off the crown, take off the crown Either that or death, better take off the crown Cannibals made from capital Selling nationalism casual Better take off the crown, take off the crown We could take your head, better take off the crown Bastardized patriotic thinking Been a pastime while we all drinking Better take off the crown, take off the crown Take off your fucking crown! Death to the Monarchy! 'Cause nobody controls me Y'all been bleeding for the wrong armies, y'all Gods ain't holy It's the eve of ordered treason, heavy breathing in the dark Dry leaves! What's going to be the spark? I'll be the Robespierre, give me a guillotine Won't even need a mask, I'll let them look at me There ain't shame to be had, call it a public service Removing kings from their crowns or returning them to the worms It's a burden I'd be honored by: murdering the all-despised Members of the ruling class who've never even wondered why The underdogs are biting, lighting fires on their ass In their writings they'll describe us as a violent, looting mass And I've had it, it's fucking tragic How they keep going like it never happened, they crashed it! Just to cash in on the undertow and leave us the damage They up and vanished, they'd be lucky for a banishment if I ever get 'em Men who march with their whole damned hearts Think the wars they start are a form of art Better take off the crown, take off the crown We could take your head, better take off the crown Engine parts in a slaughterhouse For their fellow man in an honored blouse Better take off the crown, take off the crown Either that or death, better take off the crown Cannibals made from capital Selling nationalism casual Better take off the crown, take off the crown We could take your head, better take off the crown Bastardized patriotic thinking Been a pastime while we all drinking Better take off the crown, take off the crown Take off your fucking crown! Burn down your monastery! 'Cause the Pope still evil Y'all been eating all the wrong berries, they keep you feeble! It's the need for abdication, plans we making in the dark Torn sheets stuffed in the Maker's Mark Let's make like Mehmet Agca, with better steady hands And know the public watching as we aiming from the stands We'll prove that brains can splatter across Saint Peter's Square Keep to the crowd as they scatter, they won't even gather our hair That's an errand I'd be open to, declaring errors in their truth Cause how's the God on Earth so scary hurt by what we point and shoot? It's easy enough to answer: all religions are a cancer When provided self-delusion of the masses through a feeding-tube It's ruin, to every human, how they keep doing Shit to make you stupid, it's rooted in computations of control Until your face becomes a skull and all your faith becomes complacence Waiting patient for your turn at the culling Men who march with their whole damned hearts Think the wars they start are a form of art Better take off the crown, take off the crown We could take your head, better take off the crown Engine parts in a slaughterhouse For their fellow man in an honored blouse Better take off the crown, take off the crown Either that or death, better take off the crown Cannibals made from capital Selling nationalism casual Better take off the crown, take off the crown We could take your head, better take off the crown Bastardized patriotic thinking Been a pastime while we all drinking Better take off the crown, take off the crown Take off your fucking crown!
15.
Beige Matter 03:06
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The entire fucking system's corrupted You a victim of the prison industry if you trust it There ain't nothing my vision That makes the mission look dignified They switching up the budget Now they billing LA Unified For school police instead of demilitarizing All these villains in our civil-engines killing uprisings 'Cause they scared of tides changing In directions they would drown Should've shown us more respect That's the pressure of the crown You lacking substance to your mind (There ain't nothing in your mind) Loose pale-beige matter (Matter, matter!) Nothing working with the system We should burn it down to the ground Hear your chatter framed in rhymes (Framing it in rhymes!) Just a hay-bale batter (Batter, batter, bat away!) Nothing they can do To stop the turning of the days Now here's what's going down Giving power to the people That just need some equal ground For equal standing and an understanding By the institutions That the masses getting loud Is their best-case resolution 'Cause if the revolution won't be televised It'll catch you by surprise Thought you had your cake and ate it too But the truth in all the people's eyes We can prove that evil dies On the side of abolition Or the side that's going to lose You lacking substance to your mind (There ain't nothing in your mind) Loose pale-beige matter (Matter, matter!) Nothing working with the system We should burn it down to the ground Hear your chatter framed in rhymes (Framing it in rhymes!) Just a hay-bale batter (Batter, batter, bat away!) Nothing they can do To stop the turning of the days There ain't no appeasement of the other side When all they know denial and treason They just get madder (Madder, madder!) They can't be reasoned with, they'd rather go after Any senator or congresswoman speaking on facts Hearing what they want from Trump 'Cause that's just who he attracts I'm first at bat (Batter, batter!) Batter up The Bear Jew coming through for a thwack
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Legos ft. Marcus Lee 02:50
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We got incontrovertible evidence of your crimes You a bitch, hunting felons like it ain't a waste of dimes Take a hatchet to your melon, serve you like a side of fries From the Pentagon to Kremlin, all these piggies got to die Let Kermit give the eulogy while Pooh beside himself All y'all uniforms ain't cool, they might as well be rhino pelts What you ruined led to movements of those fluent in your failures Now we pray your tool belt is just a flashlight and paper And say man, would you save your savior complex for later? 'Cause the way our neighbors relay the information is greater And raids are rare unless they made by laissez-faire male-Karen eyes And they taser who they favor (by the way they're melanized) Been an age since things were greater if that ever was the case How the KKK became curators of a racist state And the date we learn the traitor's name we always bound to riot 'Cause they evading prison cells while mayors keep it quiet It feels like David and Goliath Glad I pulled up with some rocks (Let's Go!) Lego, Lego Tryna catch a fade with giants Break it down to clean the blocks (Let's Go!) Lego, Lego It feels like David and Goliath Glad I pulled up with some rocks (Let's Go!) Lego, Lego Tryna catch a fade with giants Break it down to clean the blocks (Let's Go!) Lego, Lego, Yeah! Prepare for it, I'll be there for it, found the err in your ways It's too late 'cause a thousand errors are prevalent in your name Catch my stare, it's about as cold as the air you carry in spaces I'm pacing here, back and forth, I can't wait for you to be slain No judges or due process, getting you how you got us Rolling up on you minding your business, a couple shottas go "blocka!" Right in front of your momma, then on TV we watch ya Whole family crying, "our sonny was just a copper" The difference is I'm in this skin, I wear it everyday You killers go get in that shit and then you never deign A shred of responsibility for your actions, "fuck it, it happen" So for now, why don't suck on the tip of this 'matic? I am just sick of the tragic deaths, it's a sick little habit Hence the positions and ratchets aimed on you, I am ecstatic Gracious, you guys should see all ya faces Double tap him to be sure, got to cover all my bases Die, pig
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Fuck The World Police 01:31
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This the march of the infantry, burn you in your infancy Fire so efficient when it's punishing delinquency Oh it's harsh how the go-betweens go for gold and goading queens Loads might know but no one speaks, know this notice, no one "No's" a soldier These days the cocoa bean devoured, at my lows I feel empowered Dove out of row at the blow 'cause I'm a coward Only one home for those praises to be showered Lonely moments all been soured by this guilt so quickly flowered And still denotes a Bauer-type soldier with my uniform Making sure to boulder any monuments in cuneiform I'm just here to use my monthly stipend And I'm frightened by the enemy, so I'm gonna ignite them I think my black squad-mates are super cool so I bite 'em Unless they have a vagina then first we take a night to take turns We got corrosives and lye, they'll think she died from the burns We got the right to the Earth, we just defending our country We just following orders, so we can't let that cunt speak Don't want no hippie confusion, we all been having a tough week If she really had enough, then she should have woken up, peace Whoop! Whoop! Fuck The World Police Nothing but some baby-killers I got some words for each We got to curb their reach Rest in Peace to Vanessa Guillen Whoop! Whoop! Fuck The World Police Nothing but some baby-killers They letting girls get eaten By the men on their teams Rest in Peace to LaVena Johnson
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Parasite 01:42
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Whose is this? Mine, bitch! Haha! Ay Jack, ain't nobody want to hear that shit Damn... are you sure about that? Shoot an octopus with an Arquebus From my Nimbus Cloud as my pasta cooks Leave the doctor shook like I'm Spartacus So marvelous with my armor buff And the timing auspicious at the pharmacy All these tiny little bitches want to bother me But I'm awkward, see, and too awesome to settle For some Dollar Tree ass, dropped off the pedals Y'all just pop off the metal, no apologies Try to circumvent your karma for atrocities And it's odd to me, how our degrees worth nothing 'Less they Fahrenheit and weaves need adjusting Got me busting all your missions? You a parasite Ain't just stuck inside my head, you in the air tonight It ain't fair, polite, or any type of considerate But you barely rhyme and simply come off illiterate I'm deliberate with bars, my intention's to sting Degenerate to a star, until then I'mma sing Bring the clearest spring water just to give you a drink The strategist counting slaughter ten-past glasses that clink They like "How you gonna flow?" Insane, bro! "How you gonna flow?" Insane, bro! "How you gonna flow?" Insane, bro! "How we supposed to move these feet?" I don't know, not up to me! Take your money down to Dougie's with a couple of your buddies Choosing junkies over studies, time to bump some Cudi Like a guppy underwater, going to gobble all the fodder Saw your daughter wander off and I got a little dummy Left some tartar in her tummy 'cause I thought it would be funny But you're bothered, yelling "Son, I got a shotgun coming!" That's a bunny-dropper, not a proper one-and-done shooter He hired me as her tutor! I'm only human! Due to the abuses of positions of power I lose a few of the beauties and the rupees of cowards I'll leave a shoe up your booty if you sue me for trousers In the newsroom, cruising in my Fruit of the Loom Judy Blume groomed all the moves in discussion Got a busted boob-tube that we accuse of seduction Ate the stuffing you two left for food, it's disgusting Like you chewed up and threw out a blueberry muffin
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Hairy Like A Bear 02:31
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Got the parchment of the arsonist Marching down on Parliament 'cause guards can be retarded And I'm hard enough to honor any odd complaint, on automate While you wait you got to show your cards or they're discarded And I'm armored against your narcissism Roaches in your garden 'til you all come down with botulism Loser think he popping but he corny so I get him and I'm switching to the other side to practice Darwinism You will never slap my rhythm It's a given, you don't want it You will never cap my lyrics With your gimmicks, you don't got it But I'm hot enough for two It's just with whom I want to share Got the pockets here from Whose But I could choose another pair, I'm talking pants You know my woman wearing those in the relationship I'm here to cook and clean and when she want, I lay the dick She can start her OnlyFans, I just want a PlayStation 5 We can take a drive, in the whip she buys In a lake of lies, shade me from the sky If I catch you cheating with another guy we can Agni Kai But I know you bi so if I catch you with a woman You don't got to apologize, we can use her as a cushion Like "this pillow here means it's my turn to speak" You can kiss on my ear while I'm clapping her cheeks I won't listen to fears that I'm not being loyal When the third person here had you covered in oil So I'll come for the spoils, 'cause I'm a winner by nature Feel the skin of a stranger so I can watch you recoil As our sheets getting soiled by the drippings and flavors You'll see the girl that you favored become a chamber for the gush Yeah, that's a little much I'mma take it back and hit a double Dutch I don't need a crutch, got such and such to buffer my movements TLDR, no fluff, just watch what you doing I'm a little bit of trouble once you get me in my underwear Just watch what you doing I'm a little bit of trouble once you get me in my underwear Just watch what you doing I'm a little bit of trouble once you get me in my underwear Just watch what you doing I'm a little bit of trouble once you get me in my underwear Just watch what you doing I'm a little bit of trouble once you get me in my underwear Hope you love a couple hairs Heating up the box like she made of slutty Tupperware Hairy like a bear I'm a little bit of trouble once you get me in my underwear Hope you love a couple hairs Eating out the box like she made of slutty Tupperware Hairy like a bear Hairy like a bear, yeah Hairy like a bear, yeah Hairy like a bear You better watch what you doing Hairy like a bear, yeah Hairy like a bear, yeah Hairy like a bear You better watch what you doing
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Relics ft. Marcus Lee 02:56
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I must find my treasure Before my rivals find it too My eye's on the relics Up 'til my days are through Artifacts of a fractal nature Only do it for the research paper Archeological major No stranger to danger Anger the spirits protecting the tomb Pistol and whip in the Temple of Doom Chalk on my fingers so I don't slip Don't care for politics... I'm here for the idol Pull the old switcheroo, not suicidal Balance or you'll see the mummy's revival Trial by fire, crumble of stone Cushion my fall with a pile of bones Bought some mushies just to eat 'em Granting my pineal freedom This belongs in a museum Better call it Carpe Diem Where do we go from here? (I must find my treasure) I don't know, I don't know I just write 'til I find a flow, huh Where do we go from here? (Before my rivals find it too) I don't know, I don't know I just write 'til I find a flow I don't know, I don't know I don't know, I don't know (My eye's on the relics) I just write 'til I find a flow, huh Where do we go from here? (Up 'til my days are through) I just write 'til I find a flow Where do we go from here? I don't know, I don't know I just write till I find a flow Similar to how I'm living, yeah this race I'm in it But I've been taking my time, forgive me Heard it's great to ask forgiveness Than to ever ask permission Found an avenue I'm living in If I scrounge a bag, split the dividends What's the difference, between me and you? Facetious how I give it to you Livid niggas think my ruin 'Cause I be in ruins tryna find a relic And I'm gonna get it, and you gonna respect me, Or your head I'll sever, you can try to check me... Now go back a second, 'cause you didn't catch it I'm seeking better 'cause I keep on Center Where do we go from here? (I must find my treasure) I don't know, I don't know I just write 'til I find a flow, huh Where do we go from here? (Before my rivals find it too) I don't know, I don't know I just write 'til I find a flow I don't know, I don't know I don't know, I don't know (My eye's on the relics) I just write 'til I find a flow, huh Where do we go from here? (Up 'til my days are through) I just write 'til I find a flow Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here?
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Product Of The Past ft. Smith the Poet & Whose 03:54
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Yeah we know how it go in your dome Life a digit, you a bigot for the dough Merely fragment the whirlwind's control Rather twirl pissed and throw up the throne Damn y'all my bad Didn't mean to stab a motherfucker in the back But greed in my grasp, I fiend for the scraps Yeah, just a product of the past We know how you roll in the known Life a smidgen, you a pigeon for the dough Merely sadness, the surface, the soul Rather burn bliss and sulk while I'm stoned Damn y'all my bad Didn't mean to shoot motherfucker for his stats But greed got my gat, woe is we still the rats Yeah, just a product of the past Searching for my worth, not my Worry-Free Learning off the curve, it don't work for me Concurrently they con currency Using cons for the job it's an odd murder scene Bargains at the shop off the no-relief Margins on the offers all we told to see They don't want an autumn on the gold received They should rot in green, let me bottle up your sorcery Watch 'em get sore with me 'Cause I'm disorderly and they expect a forgery Known for the former if you don't endure the lore Wolves will get you on the floor if they're blowing down your doors Wars in the name of George, holding a fleur-de-lis You can pour me in the gorge, gore my organs on the beach But I tore my orders up, not a soldier for a fleet Hopping borders if it coming to the morgue recording me Yeah we know how it go in your dome Life a digit, you a bigot for the dough Merely fragment the whirlwind's control Rather twirl pissed and throw up the throne Damn y'all my bad Didn't mean to stab a motherfucker in the back But greed in my grasp, I fiend for the scraps Yeah, just a product of the past We know how you roll in the known Life a smidgen, you a pigeon for the dough Merely sadness, the surface, the soul Rather burn bliss and sulk while I'm stoned Damn y'all my bad Didn't mean to shoot motherfucker for his stats But greed got my gat, woe is we still the rats Yeah, just a product of the past Twilight vision quest, surrounded by some better men Mind filled with excrement, could use some potent medicine Days feel as pointless as adventures from the minute men Looking at the data and I'm being told to disengage I lost control of my life Yet I wonder if I had my hands on most of the pipe Moon shows a resemblance to home and a light Where I can grab my running shoes out of the zone of the mice Homies sit me down real close and say I show lots of might In the face of any foe who grows in rage of the kike I lace my boots and start to climb the stairs prepare for the fight This is for that lonely soldier messaged strangers on skype SO, tales spoke of a souped-up pork eye Who gave a thumbs up like Yusuke Godai Crows shouting at them that they should go die As fearful as the big-chin Brit with the bow tie Yeah we know how it go in your dome Life a digit, you a bigot for the dough Merely fragment the whirlwind's control Rather twirl pissed and throw up the throne Damn y'all my bad Didn't mean to stab a motherfucker in the back But greed in my grasp, I fiend for the scraps Yeah, just a product of the past We know how you roll in the known Life a smidgen, you a pigeon for the dough Merely sadness, the surface, the soul Rather burn bliss and sulk while I'm stoned Damn y'all my bad Didn't mean to shoot motherfucker for his stats But greed got my gat, woe is we still the rats Yeah, just a product of the past
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Shard's Path ft. Whose & Zech 03:15
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Sick & tired of this capitalist hell-scape, man Making my ears bleed So Spotify can pay me less than a slave Ain't that ironic It ain't a product of my past It's my fucking present And it'll probably be my future This is my job, this is my full time job And it feels like I'm walking on glass Shards of glass Fuck To be creative to survive is a woe I wouldn't cast On the evilest of foe no matter how great the staff You might think it's joyous Stomp your foot, break the glass But know the shards last But know the shards last To be creative to survive is a woe I wouldn't cast On the evilest of foe no matter how great the staff You might think it's joyous Stomp your foot, break the glass But know the shards path But know the shards path Distant, the dweller of caverns Darker than a lantern's fixing Get my diction on camera Oh you can't? Then start the mixing Process of the new album I'm working on "Earth to God" Where I call the law of Adam Nothing more than early fraud Surlier in autumn An honorary Nirvana member Burping in the grotto So the models just might read the letters I've been sending since I was off of the bottle But they're too hostile Now I got to go What started the bender Left me feeling kind of tender When you didn't show my music to your friends Let the radio play commercials For ten minutes We just here for ends in it But you want a circle Back to how the crowd depends On herbs to get turned But my energy's burnt I hurt myself listening to my peers Filed a suit to pay the surgeon That's repairing my ears They say the person you hearing Wise beyond his years But he's averted his tears You can die for his career To be creative to survive is a woe I wouldn't cast On the evilest of foe no matter how great the staff You might think it's joyous Stomp your foot, break the glass But know the shards last But know the shards last To be creative to survive is a woe I wouldn't cast On the evilest of foe no matter how great the staff You might think it's joyous Stomp your foot, break the glass But know the shards path But know the shards path What a hell of a story All these scars make, I see the game that they play And I don't partake (nah, I'm good man) I've gone toe to toe Blow for blow for the bar's sake Applying the gas and Cutting the fucking car breaks Highway to hell (uh) Pedal to the floor (ooh) No more remorse I'm meddling with whores (come here girl) I'm dancing with the devil My skeletons and more (yeah) I'm just doing what they wanted Yeah I'm settling the score (get even motherfucker) Look where the pen has driven me Product of what they did to me Believed the lies that lived in me Believed the lies of infamy No woes, no "pity me"-s No shows of sympathies Ho hopes they've given me No hold they rid of me (the fuck out of here man) I thought that I'd be respected I thought that they would love me (thought they would love you?) I thought that I could do nothing And still get fuckin lucky (still get fuckin lucky?) I thought to be creative That I had to be a druggie But instead I dove inside Of the grave that they dug me
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Difference of Vices 03:18
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From a crisis of confidence It's a need for validation Got too ripe off the charlatans Mother just to vegetation Far too bright for the populace Got to wallow in the mud Adrift from the cognizance Only followed for the butt Fodder for Parliament Grew her garden for compliments Now her thottery documented God, that's depressing I thought I saw her arguing With garbagemen in coveralls The copper-plated armaments And saturated cotton-balls It's a difference of vices You do what you like! I'm not trying to be righteous Don't got words of advice For how you're living your life Just think twice I've lost too many like this Had you in my sights But I ruined the vibe with Some act-out-of-type Try-to-make-you-my-wife shit Full of surprises You're like "I got a guy And I'mma go, but it was nice To see that glimmer in your eye" Damn... at least I got your OnlyFans I know you got another man But he doesn't know your value If you still been popping pussy on the gram Oh man, I want to understand I know you had another plan And though love can't be controlled All these standards that we hold Shouldn't sink into the sand I don't give a fuck If I'm the one you settle for But you don't lust for men With substance to their metaphors Know this ain't up for discussion So I'mma set a course Away from your dysfunction Or my own, projecting my remorse I've been collecting Self-reflections in the poetry I flow to beats in hopes you notice me Before I'm floating In the code of royalty I broke To show the Soylent Green Was human beings, now they're quoting me But didn't bother voting It's a difference of vices You do what you like! I'm not tryna be righteous Don't got words of advice For how you're living your life Just think twice I've lost too many like this Couldn't chew on the bite Went on to ruin the priceless From losing the fight To selling nudes for a dime, quick Excuse my excitement I didn't mean to pry We were close and I find myself Invested in your life Damn... at least I got your OnlyFans I know you got another man But he doesn't know your value If you still been popping pussy on the gram Oh man, I want to understand I know you had another plan And though love can't be controlled All these standards that we hold Shouldn't sink into the sand
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Spirit Of The Word 02:44
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Ill-gotten goods are the spoils of Goliaths Remove the hoods from a bulk of the pious Y'all touching Midas or Ozymandias territory If there's anything I know, we're not supposed to be violent The Tyrant meant to be our enemy Not an energy for us to replicate for "our own" The men that hunt for a throne shouldn't have a home Within our destiny, 'cause that's a recipe for disaster And going backwards, I hazard less than half of us left Have ever happened to step on the land That's so defensive on behalf of its residents And the rights so-embedded to the children by legends But won't extend the benefits to their brethren Refuse to let 'em in, we better than this use of protection Like a century of tension with no sense of direction Set a course-correction before endorphins prevent it It's been years of hearing chorus Being inundated with lies Did you learn nothing from the suffering of those who came before us? Those that struggled in the forest just to keep the faith alive? I can't express my shame in the homeland Without your claims of self-hate When the blame of my anger is the nation, not the faith that it's based in That's not an explanation I should have to make I should say my patience is tested Every time the government responds with aggression Against the refugees that they created, asking for rations That ain't what the Torah's saying, but they choosing oppression Kids go to Synagogues in Brooklyn And exit cooking up a moral standard that I would call "crooked" That ain't what Moses was looking for, return to the book And learn the spirit of The Word means return what we took
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Magpie ft. Kapeesh 03:04
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I turned the iron in the blood I spilled Into ink for my golden quill, that's alchemy I showed a liar what I tried to build, coming for the kill Now I think he has it out for me I saw Orion on the wrong side of the sky, facing the lion Now I wonder if the Mayans were frightened By the same sight, like a sign of violence arriving On horizons, looking like agony I'm a magpie, ain't I? Swooping down just to ruin the vibe like the blue of the night And my rabbi ain't mine, only knew him Through the grapevine, just a Jew in disguise I've adapted to the high, happened when I tried Laughing at my youth instead of trying to revise it What my happiness implies now Is acting on my passion been the bastion of my life Acid over Christ At least with a tab you know what you've imagined Enough to examine the stuff in the light And not cover up all of the fragments Addicts of plight and the static ignite When they're ducking attachments Commanded to rites by the cast of the Catholics Breaking up the established Banishment of self Death to the ego collapses belief In the patched-together felt The fabric they're weaving is weaker than Jeans But it's fashioned with all the bells and whistles Made to trap you along with the town's officials In a cell 'til the jail caved in by missiles Had you at the window like, "what's that whistling?" That's where our definitions of a real nigga differ Bearded dragon chest, off the liquor Off the Richter, on the spectrum, be objective Fear itself or cabal of lizards Impartial to parceled zippers, in part 'cause I'm part Marvelous Marv and Marvel Avenger Pardon I beg that you harken to heartless adventures Be patient there's arcs that I hardly remember A girl has no name, faceless too Sparks for the Tinder, ooh Dark Knight some Stark white mother-fuck An apartheid, don't mind if I do His Majesty's baggage includes Handfuls of gold plated wrappers Confetti, not actually used Utter disregard for future me or you I retire the replicant Descendants of Midas in spite of his likeness The fire we represent, them Cali curses Hit different, ignorant or indignant Pound-foolish or penny-wise These ley lines they go the distance Screen-shottas get minimized Decentralize, we co-existing Pimpin' since been pimpin' My tongue over-shadows you, y'all niggas been Pippen The Attitude Era is back Gratitude mantra collapse Catch a high top fade in the metaverse This is Headroom to the Max Getting yo signal hijacked, The shock is the freedom, the static the trap Kap
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By Your Hand ft. Whose 03:03
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Should I die by your hand I forgive you in advance Only, I might cry For the souls you damned 'Cause you couldn't understand Why one might love a man Same as you would love a woman No one's broken through your outer-shell So look at you, you're wrong as hell And now you hate yourself How'd you let those ancient superstitions make you homophobic? Caught up in a child's image of a man, now outgrow it! I've been outspoken since the first time I posted A video on the internet, let me quote it "Look up Stonewall" and how it snowballed From Marsha P. Johnson to a civil rights overhaul Whoever threw that first brick is a hero to me Y'all too focused on the dick to see a woman at peace And making freedom more accessible to those that like accessories Two-Spirits being comfortable after decades and centuries You must be lacking empathy to disregard the energy Emanating from the trans community, it's beautiful Cruelty, been usual, becoming something frowned upon Duty to the juveniles to see a true phenomenon Prayers to the people that been fasting during Ramadan Or letting go for Lent to see their parents turn to paragons of rage Should I die by your hand I forgive you in advance Only, I might cry For the souls you damned 'Cause you couldn't understand Why one might love a man Same as you would love a woman No one's broken through your outer-shell So look at you, you're wrong as hell And now you hate yourself Ten years a queer, still running off an old model Inner homophobia, the level of that brown bottle Sipping on that sauce that had my grand-mama against The loud side of me that makes the family repent I knew when I was eight I was different than the rest Saw the boys running 'round and got a thump inside my chest I was clutching at my vest in the rumbles of the dance Highschool I published all the queerness living in my head Spread it like the gospel, friendships turned hostile Back became a bullseye, war outside the closet Gay marriage legalized, parties without logic Calling off the armies, "What the fuck are we doing?" Complacent older gays won the mission not the battle Trans kids rights stripped, trans women murdered No respect given to a transphobic bastard Transphobic fascist lives don't matter Die, pig
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Orange Orphanage ft. Zen Stokely 02:46
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I was exploring an Orange Orphanage And it was boring, but I'm adored when off the gin So I was pouring more than any ordered and Dolores Had to forage in the orchard for some porridge filler Only dorks are searching for the killer It's always a pillar of the community, it's probably sweet Mr. Miller I wish I could've met Dilla, but I guess I'd have to kill myself now To make that happen so I'm happy with Vanilla Ice, I'm watching Thriller twice because I'm still a Michael Jackson fan, what a contradiction given what I write But I can't deny he nice, he paid a mighty price And then said nighty-night, but was he guilty? I don't think that's for me to judge, I don't need a grudge against me I'm already a Pudd, with an addiction to fudge Last thing I want is some quicksand to trudge through You know I love you! I'm a such a buffoon it takes me months to get my bars I don't mean memorization, I mean the things I'm saying I don't even pray, but I be channeling something And I hope it ain't Satan I wish it would be Satan, everyday I'm training History I'm making, heavy when I weigh in Can't hold me back, man, it won't work, literally I've come to realizations I'm my own worst enemy Best-friend nemesis, ally evangelist Neon Genesis, Bangai antagonist Stand-by, damaging property, smash monopolies To put it properly, you pudding cups couldn't walk in these Footsteps, I leave blueprints in black-light They used to call me darkened but say that I act bright Couldn't lose sense like the body from Last Night 'Cause you could die over two hits in a crackpipe Polo-shirt slack tight, episodes on A&E Another intervention, people trying to get from A to B Pushing daisies gracefully, rarely getting flowers Before we smell them, devoured by fortune-tellers who play for Keepsakes, and cheapskates that like to see states and sweepstakes Swept under the rugs, we need to replay since we take Matters into our own, 'til then I'll be indifferent Looking forward to the day that we can say we're independent
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Helicopter Blades ft. Marcus Lee 02:48
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Impaled on helicopter blades Look what broken condoms made Ain't no maid from here to the Everglades That would see the mess and stay No matter the pay you offered Unless you chained 'em to the coffers They all golfing on the green While it's popping on the scene And the water that's been deemed Acceptable for them to use Could've made some Flint dreams come true But that's the greed, sheesh! I wasn't even seeing all the shit that keeps me up now I didn't know the pronouns I hadn't seen the profound Difference in the way the world treats the black and brown When I was less than seventeen and the machine was my know-how I know now, the levels to it, always learning more of 'em Y'all seen the soldiers do it but ain't wondering who ordered 'em? America is losing everything that made it beautiful We let the white trash skip class and be delusional Institutional racism is obvious To anyone who didn't skip their turn to touch the obelisk How'd you let a bunch of Nazis call themselves the populists And argue with the evil that was done by all the colonists? We barely even toppled shit before the media was calling us Communists and acting like all of it was nothing but drama The source of the trauma is generational But it's being re-enacted on the daily by the officers Who ain't held accountable for when they killing men of color As long as cop accounts are full we must defend out brothers Their fear of others is the only reason for the increase in weeping mothers So we must defeat police to keep the peace from being smothered Y'all ain't seasoned, you just buttered-up I don't care if it's treason, I hope Trump gets shot on television If it happens, hope the assassin practice nepotism So Don Jr., Eric, and Ivanka get the same Nothing but a bullet going through their brain No KKK, no fascist USA, I could write an essay On all the ways they've laid to grave our countrymen But I don't labor for the government Yeah And the government don't care For despair, and it's rare That they've given us a fair shake So we got to take a stand Doing everything we can, fam Let's make that shit a mandate We got a responsibility to be the voice For the weak and downtrodden No, they can't break They hiding the fact we kings and queens 'Cause the power that it brings It's that power that they can't take (Power) It's that power that they can't take It's that power that they can't take They hiding the fact we kings and queens 'Cause the power that it brings It's that power that they can't take (Power)

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a double album produced entirely by Whose

aggressive, bombastic, caustic, experimental, highly politically-charged and possibly explosive, make sure to handle this album with care

a punk-stained hiphop album about killing cops, popes, kings and trumps
play this loud the next time you rock a balaclava

much love to all

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released July 22, 2022

Production: Whose
Co-Production: Conman (on "Relics"
Mixing: Whose & The Thought
Mastering: The Thought
Written & Performed by The Thought unless otherwise noted
Cover Art courtesy of Valik, the Madland Dreamer
Featuring:
Whose
URSUS.
Jonnie Bars
Zensoul
Smith the Poet
Zen Stokely
Marcus Lee
J Soulstice
OKnice
Hans
Zech
& Kapeesh

Additional Features on the BONUS TRACKS:
Marcus Lee
Jonnie Bars
PsychoSloth
NahShxn
Hans
sameflannel
Aste Mari
Noreik Thascool
& Whose

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