1. |
Frog Among Queens
02:18
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[Verse:]
Will isn’t chillin’ kid, dominion dweller
The city is busy as hell and if we in it together
The people I’m passing’s expressions ain’t particularly telling it
And the better the weather, the more sicker the scent of it is
I made a plethora pre-dating my record
A clean slate to treasure, the scenes laced together
Will create my best- my first, last, my every
I’m perplexing many, I’m URB’s next milleni
In the belly of the beast the Mynocks will take ya
I cock my laser, mind raised in Asia
My fate is safe if I stick to my game
And if my britches don’t get bigger with a bit of a name
The bitterest lames is fickle, it’s as crystal as day
If you’re sick of the same shit just listen away
‘Cause this is something classic, it’s a calling to me
But when it’s cracked up it ain’t all it can be
It’s a frog among Queens
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2. |
It Ain't The 80s
02:59
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[Verse 1:]
It ain’t the 80s but crack is still prevalent
Cats is still selling it, flasks is still yellowish
The offspring of Dad’s cast malevolent
From box-spring to cash to “the hell with it”
At work it’s understaffed, I can’t make enough
Melle Mel said Mac’s would make slaves of us
Too bad my heroes were basking in angel dust
It ain’t the 80s but cats remain Reagan fucked
Wrangler tough to trickle, paper cups with nickels
Faces cut with wrinkles, laces must be Finkled
Ray like Run ‘n’ ‘em but youngens will take this
And make it bubblegum and give it a facelift
They claim they’re troublesome but some of ‘em racist
So take your number son and struggle to play this
Role you made, in the olden days
You’d be “peace” with pain in your shoulder blades and nose
In the 80s in a stranglehold
It ain’t the 80s or the days of old, my man
[Verse 2:]
It ain’t the 80s but Caz is still hearing his
Raps from the 70s clash with his enemies
Lack of assembly craft while he’s quoting in caps
“AN the O-V-A” Wood, Brass, and Chromium backed
|At the shows it’s a Newark classic (Englewood!)
A bum deal in a Roulette jacket (Good!)
Some of Joe’s crew would adjust the brackets
But by ’02 it was dust and ashes
So pass the Sugar, I’m a massacre
And double up and dash and flatten rap mashuganas
Some of the punks I think they’re bluffing so I still have stress
Hummina hummina hummina nothing, you can kill that mess
I quoted Shan in my past rap, I thought I was past that
Back track like the back of my back slap
Alive since Little Mac was punch timing
And Frick ‘N’ Frack was omitted from “Just Rhymin’”
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[Verse 1:]
The world’s on a curve, the black tops are burning, a blur
A backdrop for fat chalk or swerving a fast car
Or permanent blast off- I’m building a spacecraft
‘Cause Earth has been capped off, I’m acting off
My brash thinking and classics by Asimov
I map distance and crack into Castle Rock
I’m light packing and fastened for after shock
And I’m leaving this world behind, ‘cause I made a
Spaceship that’ll break the chains
And bypass asteroids by which we’re contained
I’ll go it alone because I’m going insane
I wanna leave this world behind, well then
This ain’t Saginaw, this ain’t battlestar ships
This is seeing the pits in the tragic flaws
This is seeing the rich get the catalogue shift
While the poor get hit with a cattle prod
They say that death is a final switch that I’ll throw
From inside my private cockpit control
They rely on crossing star tips and prose
But deny the mark of paw prints will show
A man with his songs, the cosmic maze
Away from the rock that caught the plague
The mandible claw will scar my prey
Where the planets are small, they’re balls of clay
[Verse 3:]
I wrote the second verse jailed where rebels lurk
On a planet where I failed the weapon search
Walking past guard’s stares / stairs would never work
So I bartered with their mayor to settle Earth
Severe my sentence then repent to your gods
Gather my things and get the fuck outta dodge
Though my cause and effect were connected to fraud
The directions I lent would direct them to Mars
Follow stars that I pass ‘cause they’re after my ass
Didn’t know where I went, didn’t know who to ask
Then I separated the rings from Saturn, vast it shimmered
Like a blade when I slashed his innards
See it’s water ice with a gaseous center
A dirty rat, call him Master Splinter
“Too much snow white” like last December
Or a phone call on a Malcolm inter-
Now it’s smooth sailing as I pass the gap between
The explored and the force of tractor beams
The black holes and the potent acid dreams
At last home like it’s Otis and cats, serene
Peace
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4. |
Alternate Earth
03:13
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[Verse 1:]
Dr. Boskonovitch, ominous, artificial tissue robotic shit
Dominant over all I’ve been caught up in
Marked- I got you quick, my pistol's hollow tips follow you
And you'll be saying, “You clipped us” / “Eucalyptus” like it's koala food
It got me nauseous, red devil tips drawn in pen on Obama pics
By white men in the closet was “crooked politics”
Manmade comets to the west getting demolished for profit
I lay in bed with my spread hemmed in garlic
Looking dead and psychotic, I'm mentally not meant to ever be harnessed
My lady friend went to Tennessee and said “Not it” to me
Ever since, I’ve been sonically free, I'll probably be
The guy the girl regretted not wanting
When he was young and on the cusp of what's ironically solemn
Like a blossoming rose bought for the top of a coffin, and yo
If this isn't fiction ya'll shifted my columns
The biblical Christians, the strike of a nation
Whose lives depend on crosses like pollination
[Chorus:]
Bottomless thoughts- lost
Sink into an alternate Earth- drop
Think about the possible plots in parts
Paranoia
Paranoia
Paranoia
[Verse 2:]
What if the city's backdrop's acrylic?
I'm really living in a Hollywood village, a set, a gimmick
I’ve been ripping for the lens and the cinema and the critics
Saying, “Will isn't addicting enough for television”
Hell, I’ve been in a pilot, I’m feeling something is out of place
Existing in atypical silence, Simon says, “Sign it ‘seis’”
Stored in a database
On folder kept in a black case in storage showing informants my bad taste
I ain’t important enough to be traced
Laced weed, fake world, my peers they’re nickel-based machines
With cheaply-made esteem
I’m a part of a human beings deepest dream, asleep, serene
Destined to be deceased by alarm machine screams
Forever lost when exhausted leaves the sheets
A paradoxical loss of breath
I square off with thoughts of death and lost concepts
[C:]
[Verse 3:]
Awake sleeping at night, I might break the seams
I might think up fake things, believe the pain
What a tangled language we weave
I’ve mangled my dreams, I wake up and scream
Insane, a stage, naked teen
She’s nameless, a famous face, Maybelline, and it’s
Paranoia, paranoia, paranoia
Paranoia
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5. |
Infinite Hourglass
02:34
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[Verse 1:]
On the one the bomb track begun, the Braun scratch’ll numb
The mallrats and crumbs’ll fall back
I snatch the partial drums, breach the quantum leaps
Frost the rock alum treats with pops and hums
And I bend back peaks and troughs of drums
And I spend lost sleep concocting tons
So while you rock sun block, I blocked the sun
Thoughts accosting ‘em, alarm clock’s a gun
The dawn is a landmine
But we know the watch is a product of mankind
Minutes tick and we wanna dissolve time
I spit three sixteens / 3:16s like Austin fan’s signs
Super cynical of schedule ties, irrelevant
Why ya stressing when ya telling the time?
Eyes’ll rest when the record is developing shine
And even then, I’ll assemble better second design, ‘cause I’m
[Verse 2:]
A journalist was blatantly rude
The grain of salt he didn’t take consumed
And placed in a tube that I’ll shape to a cone
In a basic room where it drains alone
So emcees, I’m a take a challenger
Who claims he’s violent when the only thing he breaks is character
Hourglass a calendar, the big hand smacking ya dudes
Your crew’s leader’s eye-patch masks lavender bruise
While your peers carried tunes over soft shit
I’ve seen the years converge to an off switch
I’ve seen the wings emerge from the sockets
You think that in cleansing your sins that you’re cautious
In clenching your spot in God’s mosque or house
But with more thought more partial doubt
And more scars, more tocks, you’re not devout
Until you body body rock in the hospital couch
In the arms of your spouse
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6. |
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[Will C.- Verse 1:]
Son of Seamus, spawn of God Awful, ageless
On some ensemble A-list
Days ahead head cases
We're taking bread like in Les Mis, we're dangerous
Hanging frames over beige cliffs on grave shifts
Placing lames in concave pits with strange quips
Daisy chain and you lay stiff, the anguish
Waste away and we plate hits
Problematic rap, new brand of misfits
I’m the cat who brought back banning KISS lips
On a battle track all you brandish is fists
And land a swing about as hard as a phantom limb hits
You plan to live rich in candle-lit Ritz
With sand and rivulets but can’t abridge this
You squares is dismissed, you swear that Rik Smits’
The man and your fan but you’re handed pink slips
[Esoteric.- Verse 2:]
Banned in hoods, move in Animal Planet woods
Jeru in Amazon- damaged goods
When in the lab tell your mom and your dad
I catch bodies like cannibal vomit bags
I put the “man” in Mantronix, slamming the Onyx
Satanic demonic and the fans be up on it
With the green kinda like the Celts
Flow with lungs of Michael Phelps, if you like yourself
Drop the mic, it helps, run with ____
You a con man but not like Biz was
Cats got it out for me so I live in infamy
You put on a voice like Marley in “The Symphony”
You be on the low like I am up in Kittery
I’m so for real, move to York on a snow mobile
With the Will Curley, I’m like early Kane
Big Daddy or Sigmund Freud
Avoid the pigs when they’re deployed
Orally demoralized, get destroyed
Many metamorphosize, melt a droid
We write the songs, I’m a live motivator
Darth Vader with the cross fader
Sabertooth, got a cave that’s a booth
No cape, Weapon X
Twisting necks, _____ to the hiss of Memorex
Yow
[Will C.- Verse 3:]
I rock “Peace of Mind” and “Supreme Jam”
Peace to Jawn P TCC fam
My lady sweat her, it’s always the next man
Stop like Finesse jam we Hennig suplex slam
Perfect rhyme to your decent line
I’ll swing a Easton stick through your teeth and spine
See I was 3 when Ed O.G. was signed
And G Rap’s seed trashed Venetian blinds
Seem inclined to rhyme live in beastin’ mode
In a sequel like repeating “Keep control”
Gun talk seems weak and old
You only pack a peach-tinted pinch of Skoal
But Esoteric’s a vet / Yvette like the girl to whom Cool J’s letter’s addressed
I move records the best
Your boom bap who’s who moved decimal checks
Now who’s better? Who’s fresher? Who never forgets?
Whose immeasurable depth is smooth soon as he steps in rooms
Fire a slug, I’ll shoot Epsoms through ‘em
They never knew I’d be the next to bloom
My intelligence is next to few of ’em if they don’t get me screw ‘em,
Boo ‘em
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7. |
Zodiac Extension
01:54
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8. |
Trainspotting
04:14
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[Verse 1:]
Another day, another train ride
Going to work, I got my ticket at Hynes
Inbound, underground I descend, a stage dive
I gotta make a stopped car to save time
Headed towards North Station, I’m riding the Green Line
Switch to Park Street to Braintree, make rhymes
Watch people fidgeting or keep to themselves
Coke fiends twitch, speaking to me creepy, now my speakers they be drowing ‘em out
‘Til the train’s speed screech can be drowing ‘em both out
It’s damaging my hearing prematurely, that’s no doubt
“Next stop Copley,” “Boylston,” “Park Street”
Sometimes I’m dozing off partly
With people speaking native talk across from me
Couples is kissing and little kids is watching
Everyone is busy, I’m strolling through life
Hit up the red line, “Doors will open on the right”
[Chorus:]
I get around underground, now how that sound?
In the city I’m the talk of the town
I get around where the rats are found
On the T in the Bean, I’m amongst the crowd
Too many people in Boston
“Hopping on the subway to Downtown Crossing”
Too many people in Boston
“Hopping on the subway to Downtown Crossing”
“Entering Park Street, change here for the Red and Orange Lines”
“Attention passengers, the next Red Line train to Braintree is now approaching”
[Verse 2:]
There’s ads on the subway walls and subway trains
And when we emerge we see them by highways
The tunnel maze becomes above subterranean
Billboards reach the sky into space
I try to stay untainted by craziness
But I gotta zone out just to stay safe
Now the train travels out of the city into the suburb
A scenery change, at what I see I’m concerned
There’s a school bus parking lot two blocks from an army spot
Camouflage cars and kids, this shit’s bizarre
The train switches tracks from Ashmont
The cityscape shrinks and we advance far away
So many strangers got nothing to say
Some give a hint of a smile, some give a hint of pain
Others think they’re bigger than me, yo they’re riding the train
So I close my eyes ‘til I arrive finally
[C:]
With so much stress in our lives, yes, I feel I should drive less
I find when I walk I sigh less
Too many people who drive mind’s digress
If people stop flying the rest would die less, again
With so much stress in our lives, yes, I feel I should drive less
I find when I walk I sigh less
Too many people who drive mind’s digress
If people stop flying the rest would die less
[Verse 3:]
When dinosaurs died off they left back a byproduct
That’s powering skyrockets, now we got live losses
Cowardly psychotics mining to find
3 letters, one “I” / eye like Cyclopses
Some regretting their purchases, just a vessel like surrogates
Just invest in that Irving shit, some recession is permanent
Some are stressing the other end of the current
It’s ground zero when the hero resurfaces
[C:]
“Quincy Center station: red line, commuter rail, and bus connection”
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9. |
The Places
03:34
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[Verse 1:]
The box that rocks, over the top, open heart
Such a pain, cut the veins that chauffeur blood to your thoughts
In other words your soft, my word play is shocking to the brain
Which sends waves to your eyes to gaze for a pot to spew
Stay colossal, ya know it’s due to days of boxing dudes
Twice my age with a fade and a lot to prove
I took a break now I’m breaking molecules, space will swallow you
My momma read me “The Chronicles”
Bought me replica weapons the rebels and Han used
From walking in Sonic’s shoes to wondering if bottles were soluble
On the cover of the Biz "Diabolical"
Came into my own now I'm doing my own thing
Was cutting "In Control," now ya love to coke binge
Selling out shows but your next to no gigs
Don't mean to brag, hell I guess that's showbiz
[Verse 2:]
Now if it wasn't a fact why the fuck would you rap that?
At the age you are, I would hope you're past that stage
Of saying raps just to state your name
Wash your hands and turn the page
And pardon the way that I be slaving over intricate flows
To show people who crafted theirs years ago
I flow over fat tracks, the people froze
And said “Who was that cat rapping after Stone?”
You know on “Just Rhyming,” known to hush giants
Pros will get shy and most will get silent
This shit is bolstering, open eyelids
Roasting the iris... dryness
Survive at the brink of destruction
Surrounded by kings of omega corruption
Because of that fact I was sent and shook up things
Now you do the math and retract assumptions
And give me respect
“As long as you know that”
I can see through you, your world is a past I grew through
A world where new school is old and old is unusual
Return to form ain’t a method if you’re set to conform
Depth perception is a mess ‘til you enter the storm
Enter
[Verse 3:]
Gotta give it a rest, disperse energy, test your worth mentally
Get my perks telling the extroverts get a clean exit first
From making records, search for a real check to splurge
Tuck in your purse and work steadily
Copasetic he’s no celebrity
He’s so dope we don’t need to tell him
He’s flow with chemistry, so ahead of me
Sauvignon to O type of enemies
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10. |
Be Yourself Syndrome
04:02
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[Chorus:]
Catch the will to be yourself syndrome
Images shift, kid ya fell victim
Big achievements, the hits precede wisdom
Weeks between change in speak, freak the fiction
[Verse 1:]
In any order it occurs the poor saps
Are regretting words they forced on a four track
Fans scammed of course, playing door mats
To artists whose own allure they matured past
Growth’s expected, quotes corrected
Though your older records set the tone
So the bolder method’s slow conception
Through your own acceptance self control
But keep in mind it won’t happen overnight
More like an unspoken code alright
Despite fortunate types, y’all might find your image
Destroyed if you hide behind a gimmick
Silly as it seems a fabric we weave
From the web of our vast beliefs
Use the word “fag” in a rap and see
A few cats might add that to passive speech
Craft a masterpiece, tracks that actually
Capture accurately your path unbeaten
Bring back relief from cookie cut physiques
Be cooking up the heat instead of tweaking
Slight changes, fight the anguish
So the next time your mic sights a stage
I might hear your life portrayed right, away with fake types
A phase, I stay bright today, just
[C:]
[Verse 2:]
At any minute yo the slickest will dash
And retract what they were thinking and renege and relapse
Saying, “To hell with it” switching and belittling cats
Playing themselves saying they don’t even listen to rap
Above it, their next disc seems weak and plummets
When even fans say, “This beat kicks the bucket”
See people can’t say, “This seems deep,” because it
Is sans-street and you can’t tease see-through puppets
They fumble and fuck up a pass they had getting gassed away
If rap’s acting class then recast the play
Really a bull dichotomy that’s a fact
Trivial like the bottom of Snapple caps
So you won’t see me cameo quick
Or much features on the span of a disc, enough rambling
Of no samples now, manning a synth
With no heart like The Anvil is sick, but abandoning this
Ain’t being yourself, it’s a mix
Of yes men saying, “Fam, it’s a hit,” the damage is quick
When paired with a slanted view, a fantasy splits
A man in two where duality is cancerous
So if you make a song that ain’t sounding right
You gotta catch the will to put down the mic
And if you don’t know how I’m so precise
You gotta catch the Will C. show tonight, and then
[C:]
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[Verse 1:]
Lando Calrissian toys and Colt swallowing
Ammo is missing, deploy the host slaughtering jokes
Wanna battle, I know it, I call it comical
We potent as Kal-El with no coat and Coke-bottle goggles
It’s phenomenal rap- the flow is water, you’re soluble
Even worse, I demolish Avogadro’s of molecules
Honest, y’all ain’t been on some shit to get the city up
Monopolizing sorrowful songs for wretched pity fucks
Mix is menacing, clip the levels, better than crisp
Spit to mechanisms seconds’ll tick
And minutes visually and physically I’m iron and braun
Eyeing a blonde, simonize when I’m flying with Han
Casually blast anatomy, evaporate calories
Will’ll structure emphatics and erratically snap
See I splatter cats in acid and molten rock
They shout out like Blastmaster did Robocop
[Chorus:]
“Word, I use to take chemistry and physics”
Diminish the critics, dimwitted, and cynics
Administer kicks over clicks-per-minute
Add words and you can take chemistry and physics
“Word, I used to take chemistry and physics”
Adding bits of hits in sync with digits
Clok mixed the shit, Brick flipped the finish
God damn, I used to take chemistry and physics
[Verse 2:]
You know the record, the opening Uncle Owen interrogate
Supposing it’s encoded with etiquette
And if “The Show” is exposing devil shit
A gold exoskeleton delegate is so intelligent
We know your fate lies
Cold, like if you’re rolling snake eyes
A swollen face getting poked with steak knives
Your last date made a show for Dateline
C’s divine like 105 dot number what?
Supreme like team Duck Rock “Double Dutch”
Playing “Bubble Bunch” in June ‘82
“You got the tape?” – probably ain’t gonna play it for you
‘Cause nowadays cats live in doubt
And don’t fit what they spit about
So I’m a rip cat’s livers out
Like 7L cut “Think About It”
[C:]
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12. |
Recurring Dream
02:47
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They say all news is bad when all is forgotten
So change the channel and examine your options
It’s a dream recurring
[Verse 1:]
I’m flipping this note ‘cause it fits in sound
To a kick I stripped from a Mr. Brown
And the ticks are eighth notes synched and gelled
With the jingled change from a wishing well
And hell in my opinion is a river to cross
The bridge insufficient for the city’s exhaust
In the Mississippi in the middle of traffic
Try to swim like a fish in a six-pack plastic ring
(No) you won’t make it kid
I mean, 22 months, it makes me cringe
And the walls are not, the pavements thin
22 months to train to swim
Or fade away with angels, I often fail
Let me explain the coffin’s nail, it goes
K Acetate was sprayed to make black ice drip and peel
Friction grip Michelin wheels
Acidic mix over years would crack the ground
Break the bridge’s makeup, ask around
Baffling how all news is rotten, and
With each new batch old’s forgotten, and
Though my mind’s physically in Boston
My brain will slip into death too often
[Chorus:]
“Have you ever been in the darkness
Have you ever been in the darkness
Have you ever been in the darkness
In a place you don’t know?”
[Verse 2:]
I never learned to swim right
Now I’m immersed in a dim light, I burst a wind-pipe
My speech exerts these words at midnight
In a “place you don’t -"
I never learned how to live with fear
Almost crashed my car off a bridge this year
Almost saw my dreams be crystal clear
In a “place you don’t -"
If the scenes are blurring, it’s a dream recurring
Bricks to feet assuring six feet deep in current
Spins and groans and shaking, Winslow Homer paintings
Mass to Maine to Satan, castaway and vacant
Masquerade in an empty section
A sudden jerk is my resurrection
A bed drenched in wet sweat, a thirst to quench next
I toss and turn and rework my headrest
My dad said our minds will race
But yo- with no TV he stays awake
And check it- my fate will lie in the painless
In my mind’s subconscious anguish, and
Though my brain still will race in grey-ness
My damn pillowcase will erase the dangerous now
“Place you don’t know”
Slip away, slip away, slip away in a
“In a place you don’t know”
Find a way, find a way, find a way in a
“In a place you don’t know”
Far away, far away, far away in a
“In a place you don’t know”
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13. |
Losers
04:15
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[Verse 1:]
Man you’re all losers
For lurking in your online forms
You’re all losers for choosing to post ‘stead of porn
You’re all losers or posers in shoes that were worn
By dudes who knew the shit you’re now shitting on
You’re all losers for rocking a hat so crisp
You’re all losers who started to rap in ‘06
Straight losers- I’m starving and mastering this
While y’all cats with Mama’s cash never had the wits
You’re all losers to me, I’m steady fuming, Will C.
Is only human seeing losers boost his music for free
So many losers that I’m sick of what I’m doing, a dream
Already ruined by your foolishness and stupidity
[Chorus 1:]
You’re all losers
Man you’re all losers
Man you’re all losers
Damn you’re all losers
Man you’re all losers
Yeah you’re all losers
Yeah you’re all losers
Believe you’re all losers
Check, ya all losers
Yes y’all losers
Ya know ya are
Just another loser like me
[Verse 2:]
Maybe I’m a loser
For thinking ‘bout it way too long
Maybe I’m a loser for letting it show in my songs
Maybe I’m a loser for thinking I’m holier on some dissonant warrior
Feeling generation distance euphoria
Forming over-analytical stands
And sabotaging my career by nagging fantasy fans, a fucking loser
I’m a loser when comparing these bands
In actuality I’m sad ‘cause I don’t like who I am, ‘cause I’m a loser
I’m a loser in life with some unusual gripes
I know obsessing over someone in the room isn’t right
I gotta ruin everything that the majority likes
I ain’t unique just because I can’t adore what you write, I’m still a
[Chorus 2:]
Loser
Man I’m just a loser
Man I’m just a loser
Damn I’m just a loser
Yeah I’m just a loser
Man I’m just a loser
Man I’m just a loser
Aw man I’m just a loser
Lame, I’m just a loser
Yeah I’m just a loser
Yes I’m just a loser
Believe I’m just a loser
I need to be a loser
I seem to be a loser
But face it man, you’re
Just another loser like me
Truth
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14. |
Evil in the Mirror
03:53
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[Verse 1:]
Never could fathom how you haven’t exposed my sadness
The same reason why I walk on my toes: by habit
My actions sprout from my past, a kid
Before learning to bat and after snacking with bibs
Specific- pre-school dreaming, gleaming up at the ceiling
Mrs. B wasn’t near, and my peers were being three
While I was waiting for my mama to walk through the door
So I could tell her I didn’t wanna go no more
Emotion deeper than the potion in the glass ya sip
That’s why so many folks’ pasts only half exist
Afloat in abstract disaster dismissed
Photographs in the trash hold fractured bliss
And when living in the city is a serious task
You start to lose track of who’s a part of your past
And honest, you ain’t aware of who you’ve hurt / heard in your path
It’s like (Duke) Bootee rhyming over Furious tracks
And yeah, I was depressed for the longest time
I lost *omitted* ‘til I wanted to die
‘Cause I wanted to harness all the thoughts inside
The final product tarnished already not spotless minds
Check it
Depression
[Chorus 1:]
Evil in the mirror
Evil evil in the mirror
Evil in the mirror
Evil evil in the mirror
Evil in the mirror
Evil evil in the mirror
Evil in the mirror
Evil evil in the mirror
[Verse 2:]
Evil in the mirror is a feeling inside you revealed
Through the glass with the black back it heals
And feels like the chills of a person staring
And I’m Billy Pilgrim unaware of his bearings
And standing bare in appearance, bland and incoherent
Staring, barely blinking, and too scared to think man
This ain’t wisdom, I’m too young to have much
This is the wrath of not having it as a crutch
I went from “Action Comics,” stacks of wax, and snagged on phonics
To mastered crafts with knowledge
‘Cause life don’t pause like dash or commas
Whatchu know about having thoughts you can’t harness?
It’s drama, dreams you’re caught up in, the process of blossoming
The cockpit that Marley’s in, the possible saga begins
I stay calm like Ra making “Mahogany” blend
Said “Au revoir” to the pen, I mean it
Sometimes the fork in the road in itself is scenic
I’m sure in the end you’ll see it
‘Cause if life was a course, we’d all be floored to complete it
Check it
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It’s evil in the mirror
It’s evil
It’s evil in the mirror
It’s evil
It’s evil in the mirror
Evil – live – evil –live – evil – live
Evil
Evil in the mirror
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Losers (Instrumental)
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