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JAAL
03:19
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Jail, weak bone marrow, so frail
Hell, conjugal visits with no tail
The only mail delivered in, is from males
Who were likewise, ridden in, on a rail
No one, comes to refine, they all pale
Most of em, fall right in line, they all hail
Managing abandoned ships, with no sail
Languishing, into the grips, of their total fail
Blood spills rose hips for the sake of grails
Used by the fuse, in the wakes of whales
Well, you wanted attention, cast a spell
Tell, some “hate prevention” and map a trail
Selling prisons, for victims, and childrens
Unwell, and all unwillings, with similar feelings
Cells, of liars, and even more for real’uns
Jezebells, who wouldn’t give a diamond back to Curt Schilling
Mostly egos, plagued with elephantiasis
Notably, equals phrased as antisemitics
Pots calling kettles both contribute to the climates
Lots falling animals, to give unto their highness
It’s awfully hot, flint-lock, then it’s cold
Back and forth, tick tock, the rest gets old (tick tock)
God-forsaken bloodlines who think they shit gold
All crime families hide until they get exposed
Not unlike, the timeless mother/Jesus narrative
Once upon a find, then brother’s deemed a terrorist
Two thousand years spent, guess who’s bearing it?
Who hoards common sense, yet who’s sharing it?
Them toting excess, pay less and curfews
But you know what they meant - patience is a virtue
The path to exile, The Lord versus few, while
Sin traps gentiles and hurts yours too
It’s a hollow, hell of a load unfortunately
If you just follow the yellow brick road, Dorothy
Be a good mouse, solve the maze for some more cheese
They own the house, til game over or the board leaves
That's if, we forfeit and change the play
That which the good Lord giveth, he takes away
The more we cure sickness, the more we feel praise
The more we covet riches, the more we will fade
Better to give it, the old college try and die
Than to never get to punch this bully in the eye
They only know pain, they trade it to survive
We purify with fire and keep the stoke alive
Which do you choose, fear or faith?
What have you got to lose, love or hate?
Why not pursue the good and heal the lame?
Who needs evil? No one, it’s just easy to blame
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Cause I'm in Drug Court
Hey bro, want some dro? No,
What's up dude? Grab a brew. Fuck you!
Achoo! Zyrtec'll do the trick. Yeah except,
Kombucha?
Cause I'm in Drug Court
I know this bar, it's not far. I'll wait in the car,
I am a felon though, that's okay? No way!
I hid the drugs up my ass! I'll pass.
Ever Vaped crack?
Cause I'm in Drug Court
Come with me to L.A? I can't leave the state,
Ok sir, drop your pants, man...
brunch today? Sorry I got AA,
Wait, they can't test for acid?
Cause I'm in Drug Court
It's cool.
No really, it's cool.
I will be out of here very soon.
Bye dudes!
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Numbnuts feat. Dad
03:14
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[Dad]
First off,
Dude you shoulda quit while you’re ahead
John Cusack and friends - better off dead
It’s like the youth were misled, when I
Catch you again, it’s off with your dead head
Pleb, no wins and no ends,
Don’t have a home, or your own bed to wet
Have you hit puberty yet?
Do you even skate, or just play minor threat?
But then you slipped, when we pulled the rug
Out from beneath your poor excuse of a rub and tug
I get it. You’re broke, it’s not enough, but
Under no circumstance do you try to rob the plug!
Dumb fucks tried to break in like nunchucks
Ended up playing with blue balls - numb nuts
I been there bro, I know it sucks
Next time, tell your mind to shut the fuck up!
Wait, unless you wanna steal
Bob Odenkirk, nobody likes a thief for real
And we don't want to see you bleed (especially me)
You’re anemic, and need to stay free from
Unnecessary roughness, like me son
See son, what you tried to do is like treason
And to me and mine, it’s like hunting season
You fucked up doc, don't stand by me son
We made a movie, you guys are the reason
Gabe - whose car is that make Gabe?
What about your boys on tape Gabe?
You know, those dudes who had your back Gabe
Back to granny’s house, with no take Gabe?
Bro! No more GTO amigo, the
World is not yours like Al Pacino
You came up short like Danny Devito, so
Why not get lost like Gabby Petito.
Granny, check your Niño.
El niño is spanish for
"you fucked up dog, your homies fucked up
cause now all y'all guilty."
[JToth]
Big dog walked in, a puppy, in hindsight
He brought with him a guppy to a knife fight
And I'm a nice guy, but
Something smelled fishy, like a rice guy
His lies were like lice hidden in his fur
Sure, he was dry snitching on himself, itching
I took a 38 special, and hit him. No I
Didn't, that was Samwise Gandhi, myyy ninja
I felt like Master Splinter.
Do we serve him tonight, or, leave him on ice 'til winter?
He no hablo'd ingles, like a Spanish prisoner
Shall we take these broken wings, mister mister?
Then Dan hit him, and got a whole lick in
Rattled his jaw, all total teeth clicking
Occam's razor-burned Murphy's law, had him
Sitting up and speaking, like Pavlov's dog
What? You fucking mutt.
Damn it dog, you been planning this all out,
As if, we were just some mannequins or Ken dolls.
Was it the fentanyl that had you so whacked out you
Acted out a snatch-n-grab at my man's trap house?
Bruh, next time choose life Bruh
Even as a cat, you can't lose nine Bruh
Pretend to be a man, like one strike bruh
But you fucked up dog, Shelton was like BRUH!
Yuh, now list would-be accomplices
Emails, phone numbers, parents' names and addresses
And he confessed it all, no hesitancy, we
Collected his Snapchat to confirm identities
Then we broke his knees... kidding!
Mister Wolf took care of Jonah Hillbilly,
Like a retarded son you don't acknowledge willfully or
Openly, so I let him go, like really, go be free.
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Laughed At feat. McCrae
01:57
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Catch me if you can man
Try not to tweak out, like a sad plant
Treat tricks like nails, think Bam Bam
Flintstones are only good for hammers and bad slams
What you can dream, you can be like the sandman
Or Oscar the grouch in his trash can
You are what you eat, like an ass man
Shoot straight from the hip, nice with the blam blams
Hesitant towards randos or happenstance
Like record labels handling of gangsta rap
Ghosts flee from me like I was Pacman
ringing the alarm on their four-cornered false flag
Bad clans, old money making mad clams
Hoarding goods, wealth and water mad fast
Skaters don’t give a damn hashtag
SkateOrDie (seriously?) As a matter of fact
Everything else is madcap clap track
from the same asshats that once banned blacks
Which applies to you - nad sack or sack tap?
I’m just a board, that snaps, you get laughed at.
HA HA
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You Know Me feat. Space
02:23
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[Space]
You know me, semi-cool, semi-goon, forty-five
HCP, semi-tool, we at war with any crew
Let it roar like Hemi dues, blowing more diesel fuel
At the bar, I'm Remy fueled, half a bar of zanny got me
Feeling really, really cool, the OG's give me plenty jewels
Don't see me with too many dudes, just know we make the city move
Any penny ante nigga need to keep it pretty cool
Or you can meet those young guns, and I don't mean those Philly dudes
Act hard, the party stops, no shards, get molly-whopped
No guards, no barbershop, sucka-niggas get licked
We call those hoes a lollypop, all we know is go
My niggas don't know how to stop. My opponent is hopeless
They coping, I know these crews claiming they brusing, but
Moving be motionless, hearing all this bogusness got me re-
Focusing, back to spitting the dopest shit, killing crews no
Condolences, just to show I'm a pro at this, shit, huh?
[JToth]
Space has got the blocked locked, walking like “knock, knock”
Hopsin to win it, take your district, don’t stop, get it
get it, making more since ’84, Ollie North
prolly more, off the bio-Dome, Pauly Shore
Setting newer precedents, helping bluer residents
Repping periodic turntables, his element
Dead presidents won’t be featured on his currency, cause
currently we’re forgiving debt, of all Earthlings
What a way to bequest, treasure from a sea chest
ex-out the banks, thanks for nothing but a reset
It’s ours now we’re, taking it from here, like
Europeans shaking your hand and taking your beer,
Are you a seer? Can you tell where this is going?
Down the Mississippi, root beer floating,
Mark Twain quoting, Bible belt holding, this
older generation’s gotta go, COVID.
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Literal Man
02:04
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Usual man, usual man
Putting his cash into the usual brands
What is he like? It’s not in your hands
Usual man
Is he a dumb, or is he intellectual
Gay or just metrosexual
Straight, yet effeminate and so gentle?
Confusing man, usual man
Literal man, literal man
Literal man hates usual man
They have a fight, literal wins
Literal man
Eminem man, Eminem man
Doing whatever the fuck Eminem can
Usually kind, if you're a fan like Stan
Eminem man
He’s gotta watch, who’s finna scam
Any of publishing or his fam
And when he catches them - chicka, chick BLAM!
Powerful man, Eminem man
Stupid man, stupid man
Hit on the head by his own damn hand
Living his life, blaming Metaphor man
Stupid man
Is he a joke, or does he just smoke
Too much coke???
Who came up with stupid man?
The FBI and the CIA man
Literal man, literal man
Literal man hates stupid man
For giving in to the Deep State clan
Literal man
He’s got a plan, where we kick their can
Back to from where ever they first began
They have a fight, literal wins
Literal man
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Bro, don’t shoot, he'll explain the rest
No 21-gun salute could make 'em as def
He blew the whistle, say it ain’t so ref
Hating the taste of his own breath, he faked his own death
Nothing so deep, as bedrock, crust to crust
Publishing money creeping up, long as Busta Bus
Killed for his catalog, before going dust to dust
Billed dead as analog, sorry for throwing such a fuss
He transitioned, from artist, to divine mist
Lotta lines writ, so you gotta read the fine print
No proof of death, not nobody, or no pine bin
No body switch, autopsy, or hearse to climb in
The media, took the story, and ran with it
Thirty years to the morning, that De La Soul and Dan did it
Day of the mask ended, then he Osama'd it
Stacking false flag plots and plats from the damn stickses
Jan. 1st, learned the press as if in a dream
The Fam earning times ten, like it wasn’t a thing
This clock's running, bout that quarterly and lovely
Disc jocks spun his tunes, to loudpack and bubbly
Wouldn’t you, as a gazillionaire introvert
get tired of looking at all these billionaires into pervs?
He’s can't stand it, like vaxxed pilots looking for work
Landing like a jerk, if he plants foot outside his turf
Better stick to the bat cave
Stashed full of snacks, security cams and ashtrays
Smashing food, gagging on news and what the man's saying
Don’t believe the hype, Public Enemy mansplained.
Keeping up with the Joneses, was getting old
Steering clear of political omens, was a given tho
Drinking cold beer, with no pictures, of chickish bros
Their trans-action was denied, there’s the road, hit it ho.
As if she was a damsel
Too late, your late great grand daddy's already been cancelled
His estate got his interest at heart to handle
Operation Dick Cheney, codeword: GET MY MANS THRU
Take the damn offer, he brought a lot of fish, but
Wade in the water, with a lotta hippopotamus
They'll drink to you, dancing with the octopus
Look past the ink, transparency means Apocalypse
You asked for a bone so, he brought you this
Don't give a fuck, how it tastes tho, he bout da dip
Winters coming, stock up bro, you know, for all the kids
Villain never tell on his own, or where the prophet is
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