1. |
Perfect.
01:19
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"He walked the line, but drew his own /
She left bruises on the phone /
She wished she could break his bones /
When screaming turned to dial tone /
Vile home, made of glass /
Threw sticks and stones as people passed /
No porch swing, no welcome mat /
A single sign: 'keep off the grass' /
She fought the past, he bought the future /
Even with a plan, you can never be too sure /
Sutures on her broken ribs /
She had love she'd hoped to give /
To perfect kids, a perfect husband /
But what in this life's perfect? nothing /
Worse is something much like fate /
Run your whole life but can't escape"
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2. |
Another Man's Name.
01:49
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"I'll tell ya, baby, lately I've been thinking /
It seems that our here vessel's got to sinking /
My will is shrinking, let my next question sink in /
Why do we only say 'I love you' when we're drinking? /
Commence to winking, because we're sorta bored /
But when sober even faux love can't afford /
Been adored by strangers when tipsy that rip me /
From sternum to stem upon waking, my scar's I earned 'em - every last one /
My past's fun, but we've got a habit of painting /
A sunnier history even if every day it was raining /
'cause these days it's pitch black /
They tell me it's always darkest before the dawn, and I get that /
But dusk comes again, faithful master, every night /
And if we'll all live in total darkness half our lives /
Then I say fuck it, pull the curtains, let's go for broke /
And sign another man's name to your suicide note"
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3. |
Hereafter.
01:06
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"Feet to the fire, got a wall made of back /
Stomach in my throat, trying not to collapse /
Been said, 'this too shall pass' /
But I'm sitting here staring at the tool on the dash /
Could turn thoughts into the truth in a flash /
And to think, my life was so smooth in the past /
I brood when I rap, but I sob off-camera /
Can't carry this weight, such low stamina /
Life's either famine or flood, no mercy /
Every ounce of me's scar tissue, try hurting me /
Image not concerning me, keep committing perjury /
Forgoing pills and surgery, here lies a bit of carbon /
That's decaying at a rate that's alarming /
But not fast enough to cause no harm and I am fucking done /
Hour after minute, every second is a curse /
I want to be one with nature, being beckoned by the earth"
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4. |
The Words I Never Said.
01:22
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"They want my silver tongue sliced /
Prose verbose and yet so precise /
Letters ignite a full-scale riot /
I'll stay spilling my guts til they drape me in violet /
If I'm breathing, I'm exposing my wounds, homes /
There'll be plenty of time for silence at the tombstone /
Bruised bones and metal bars aren't a threat /
It's the words I never said, those are hard to forget /
And I'll offer no defense, I was a coward /
Knees knocking, trembling under their power /
Now I don't just speak, I scream /
And every word I say I mean /
And you can say I'm mean, try to call it hate speech /
'cause I'm out there tryna unlearn the garbage they teach /
Ego's on eleven, raising hell til it's heaven /
Art is my weapon, make my mark with my brethren"
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5. |
Thinking of Myself.
01:46
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"Looking out for number one, eyes upon my own agenda /
Solitary, ostracized, not a soul that I'm a friend to /
And if my tone offends ya or my words cause you worry /
Just pretend I wrote this off the vodka, with my vision blurry /
Claim you witness slurring, 'she ain't write this in her right mind' /
Left field, real spiel, trust me, y'all, my sight's fine /
Sober as Sunday morning mass, you can call me abhorrent, crass /
But hand to the back of a science book, I will not let one more moment pass /
Letting you think I am the girl you know me as /
You could be on fire, wouldn't even blow on the ash /
I blow counterfeit kisses, you can counter with hisses /
But bet I silently dead you in bed, plus your child and your misses /
It's a dog eat dog world, social Darwinism /
I don't fear a row of bars, life is twice as hard as prison /
Scars? a given, heart is hidden, chart the rhythm, marred your prism /
I'm as selfish as they come, I just mask it with art and wisdom"
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6. |
The Apparatus.
01:19
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"It ain't a question that I'm blood-curdling scary /
Blow the brain out the back of your neck, bust your capillaries /
Intimidate clergy, shaking since they heard me /
Spit my first quip, stones, sticks, I'm unnerving /
Purging evil out of every pore /
Literally life-threatening, not a metaphor /
Locked behind metal doors, restrained like Hannibal /
Bite your fucking face off, cannibal your mandible /
Sick in the head, yeah, frontal lobe pneumonia /
My smile is a disguise meant to lull you, it's bologna /
I am your owner, here to possess you /
Molest you like a Catholic priest, god bless you /
I attest to swear on my ever-living breath /
When a beat starts knocking, only ever giving death /
I'm murdering the music, bloodbath status /
2-fer is the crew, not a half-bad apparatus"
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7. |
It's Not a Game.
01:15
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"I wouldn't save my own life, imagine what I think of yours /
Shut up, you fucking child, eat your veggies, do your chores /
Your big mouth's gon' get your little ass killed /
Flexing your puny guns, with little rap skill /
Something dope's what I'm making, you know I'm amazing /
Little hell is what I'm raising, flow is so brazen /
You are not worth saving, you ain't acting right /
Grab a knife, embrace an afterlife of empty sacrifice /
(Tryna maintain) circuits misfiring in the mainframe /
One shell for this lame mayne and one for his main dame /
And anyone down with you can get the same thing /
Icy? let your chain hang, we will fucking rain pain /
Sanguinary, damn, it's scary, used to be so positive /
Not a sole moral left since being left no pot to piss /
It's not a game, I live for beef, straight gobble it /
Who's the target on this track? mate, it's obvious it's YOU"
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8. |
All My Heroes Are Dead.
01:30
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"All my heroes are dead, 'cause every hero I've met's a disappointment /
But I've got this mic, and I've got this voice, so I guess this is the ointment /
But this is pointless, a waste of money-making time /
I've been at it how long, and still they pay no mind? /
And I say those lines with tear-stained cheeks, pardon my composure /
Or lack thereof, I attack, there's blood, pardon my exposure /
Darling, it's over, I didn't intend to be alive this long /
Told myself to write an exit plan before I write this song /
Will write no wrongs, and I'll give no apologies /
Life is a hollow seed, I will bear no fruit, and that's a gift probably /
'cause I can't even do for self, how selfish would I be to breed /
When I refuse to outlive my twenties? hence the urgency /
Purposely put myself in situations meant to end me /
Made friends with seamstresses, but even they can't mend me /
I'd amend these bars to spare you if I felt any hope /
Penned these words with a well-worn pencil, but remembered plenty rope"
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9. |
Fight Song.
01:30
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"I can see my breath in the air /
The cold feels like a little death in the air /
I ain't got a buck to spare, no luck to share /
Stuck right there /
Bottom of the ladder, too far to climb /
I'm as vital to your success as you are mine /
Don't dare write off the little guy /
Destined for greatness, but remain a little shy /
Go on and giggle, I don't need your co-sign /
Leave me hanging out to dry - clotheslined /
It's go time, win, lose, or draw /
I might never be a glimmer of the winner they saw /
Winner takes all, but we're left with scraps /
Until they bury me at the left of my paps /
Until I no longer exist, trust this /
I'ma fight like my life is at risk /
'cause it is..."
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10. |
Targets.
01:22
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"I work a job I hate to put cod on my plate /
Swear to god my fate's to be locked in a state penitentiary /
When the mention me, civilians /
Hold a little tighter to their children, villain? /
Never that, just an anti-hero /
Straight lint in my pockets, I can ante zero /
Dollars in the pot, holler if you're not /
Content with the life you've got /
One shot to make more than a couple bucks /
We ain't starving, we're some supple fucks, g'head and double up /
It's 2-fer the price of one /
FUBAR, Baby Jayne - we're twice as fun /
'cause we came from the bottom, slaves to the Sodom /
And Gomorrah, whore of Babylon, new rap culture /
Shoot that vulture for picking at the carcass /
John Wayne your frame if you're pimping as an artist"
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11. |
A Pox and a Plague.
00:46
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"A pox on your house, a plague on your children /
I am not the anti-hero, I am a villain /
Blood spilling from your sippy cup, silly fuck /
Dropping knowledge, pick it up, before I beat you with the billy club /
Pitch higher than Minnie Mouse, sit, wired and spinning out /
You'll be dead before you figure out what I'm grinning 'bout /
Slithered out of mom's womb, fully-formed fangs /
Hannibal-ed her head, feasted on her warm brains /
No chains can hold me, so vain, unholy /
No shadows, no fingerprints, but still you know me /
No hopes to clone me, sole of my species /
Famished for flesh, on your soul I'm feeding /
Greedy, witness the wrath of an oddity /
Free of ancestry and progeny /
Ride with me on a pale horse through the wiry gates /
And drop you head first into the fiery lake"
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12. |
No Hook.
01:29
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"I stay high on that poor man's cocaine /
Barely breathing now, like I'm tied to a choke chain /
Method and some methadone, bet I'm feeling no pain /
Everybody's trying to be the hip hop Cobain /
Live fast, die old, sixty in the slow lane /
Sold myself until it helped, say it with no shame /
#ratchet, take the co-sign over the co-pay /
#rapshit, Hank Hill - stay spitting propane /
Gold chains - never been the goal of this /
No team, last picked, all I do is throw and miss /
Bad bitch in a room full of chauvinists /
If they really loved me, they'd encourage me to fold and quit /
I've got some bolder wit, but pennies to my name /
What if they don't even notice when I exit out the frame? /
Reflected on the pain, and got a tear-stained notebook /
Life's a siren song, and I am gone with no hook"
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13. |
Hate Hop.
01:49
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"It ain't even a question who flows the goriest /
I'm rap's Oscar Pistorius - how's that for a reference? /
Show some reverence to the Bathory of rapping /
C- student of the game and I will stay there happily /
Emperor Palpatine steez - 'good, good' /
You would offer to battle me if you could, could /
But you are all computer talk, no action - Stephen Hawking /
Leave your figure outlined in even chalking /
You can save your meanest squawking, I speak dots and dashes /
The rip of the clip and blunt end for the lashes /
Though passive in past days, I'll bring your ass to its last days /
Next time mama sees you, resembling remnants of ashtrays /
Burn you like toast til you give up the ghost /
Kidnap the kids, force open their lids, watch you shiver and croak /
The bitterest hope eventually leaves you /
What you're meant to be's see-through, this world doesn't need you"
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14. |
See What Happens.
01:17
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"Bet they didn't see this one coming - tricky mirage /
Laughing at you and your fake ass - Nicki Minaj /
Think we got a problem - Houston, Whitney /
The greatest love of all is snorting blow off titties, get me? /
Yeah, get me in your lineup /
Before this time next year I won't be able to get you off of my nuts /
Rocking one less ball than Lance Armstrong /
Got a little buzz like a honey bee - swarm strong /
Crew tight like virgin hymen /
You're children of a lesser god, stop rhyming, start signing /
Marlee Matlins of this rap shit /
Lost a little weight, now everybody wants to tap this /
Like a keg at an afterparty /
Going 3/4 retard, can't stop the laughter hardly /
Authenticate as jewels stolen from One-Eyed Willie /
Rubies in my eyes, Goonies never die, fuck with me"
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15. |
Sacrifice the Reverend.
00:51
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"Overlook the Holocaust, hide a pedophilic ring /
Never mind your caste system, free the people, kill the king /
Sacrifice the reverend, burn his ass in effigy /
I will answer every prayer if you ask, blessed be /
Blindness, leprosy, infection rising steadily /
Every lie that's fed to me's no longer in my pedigree /
Tribe lost regrettably to glory, god, and gold /
History rewritten, our story bought and sold /
Yet this is just the way of things, The Nothing is what praying brings /
Religion sits alone in musty rooms with its greying wings /
Still here Grandma saying, 'swing low' and 'sweet seraphim' /
But Nietzsche told me god is dead, probably time we bury him /
Pull the wool from your eyes, time to sheer the flock of sheep /
Not a word to utter to each other if you're not as deep /
Closet freaks authoritating hordes of hating sycophants /
The skeleton spits hell again, refuse to leave this shit to chance"
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16. |
The Tempest.
01:44
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"Sibilant soundscape, puckering like politicians /
Kiss hands, shake babies, this is the world we live in /
Save the day or watch Rome burn? /
Bite the hand that feeds you, crush those who need you, it's your turn /
Everybody's out for self, we do this for us and without your help /
You wouldn't be evident without your wealth, you're a fraud, with your pauses, you out yourself /
We don't even have to pull the veil, it's all so surface /
Still you speak, expose the philistine with no purpose /
Gutless gospel, hyperbole, and it's all from the hip /
Subterfuge, man, I loved this dude, til he stalled and he slipped /
Let lies fall from his lips without his former sorcery /
Promised to stay the course with me, betrayed, now I want his portion seized /
Kill the king, go for the jester's jugular /
In a canteen full of charlatans, I'm a self-confessed smuggler /
Of earnestly and purposely pithy proclamations, not worth saving /
Hear the honed high notes lifting out the basement"
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Baby Jayne Sterling, Illinois
Visual art + raps. Fat jokes. Nintendo. Hugs. Booty. Your Dad. That's about it.
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