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Intro
01:01
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Me, Houdini, escapin', escapadin'
Repentin' my sins with a synth
Refill relapse, sit with a grin, offa the gin
Greenery sittin' in scenery, I got a non-stop flock to the pot shop
Dollar bin spins, yours so thin, mine's from the pawn shop
Fuck your analytics team, a business don't mean shit to me
Naturally I wash these hacks like Listerine
Spit til my twisted tongue been blistering
Interesting cuz
Listening is distant like I'm whispering
I got a problem, I got monoton right now
Malt salty
Stu ado with who? I don't want a posse
Stuward bound now, Stuart Little bit of lost
But the sound drowned out, whoda known
That a fucky lil me woulda known
Phantom amp for the tone
My cariboo red, this throne
For my rotted bones
JBL flippin that Bose
I feel the bass in my toes
Split a speaker, mitosis
Yeah my beats are the grossest
I'm a bit of a cheuvanist
I gotta boast
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Schiz Trip
00:56
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Front porch sunny, eyes baggin bummy
Second hand smoke like it's nothin
Empty red sealed, British in my stomach
Party people half-naked parade, dust was cunnin
Retinas are red, and I'm bettin it's the feds confiscation cabinet
In ya blood like lead
JBL is flippin out the day-drinkin OST
Shots to the head, make a face like "woe is me"
Lazing on the couch, sloth slouch, phasing out
Take about X amount, I'm slumped...
Backseat of a taxi sippin gin in a tin
Phone, wallet, keys, headphones, and my IDs
These are my necessities, gotta check ya pockets
Mindset deep and my eyes full of sleep
Yawning under awning, I'm beat...
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Rap Shamanic
01:33
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Get fucked with ya fuckwit
Can you really think straight when you in a fishtank?
Ears full of beers and we cheers to the vision missin'
This synth christen
This glass piece like a task force
Bangin', creasin' my back door
Thank me for this blanket, I don't know what the fuck you're sad for
This fabric's so plastic if your contacts lack
I'm known from Zoness-here and back
Yeah yeah, where the fuck you think I'm at?
Yeah yeah, my CRT is black
I bet your flat tablet is scat
Transluscent grapes with the pak, no rom hack, I'm on that
And it's all white walls and still there's depth
And it's Iron and Leather with fire and cred until it's death
And I'm "why?" depressed, flyin' on the edge of the wire, pressed
Time to make songs with a guiser guest
Why not?
Belt from my tired chest
Built for the trials and next
I was a child of the stress
((Yes))
It's Reece
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Veil Of Woe
01:15
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To the tune of my sore ass body
Like the swoon is a chore, now soon, I'll be bored
Let the schiz insist, lemme party
That's a juke, can't afford it
Sits in this bliss of blackened
Taskin the lung, croon I'd sung
New mic in but I never seem to get a grip
Sustain on filth that rains in my village
Train looks great when I wanna get killed
Escape to the plain with a dose
Come back, what a shame, it's a boring ass day in a
Boring ass day in a city like this
Clung to the comfort in residence
Two handed like ambidex
Greener grass is the best to miss
I might cry for the rest of this
Flight takes place off entropy
Entropist of the century
I'm just what you pretend to be
And I'm 10x more what you're meant to be
But that comes with a side of ill concieved
"fill the need" thrills to seep till you breathe
That Laura heave
Sustain on filth that rains in my village
Train looks great when I wanna get killed
Escape to the plain with a dose
Come back, what a shame, it's a boring ass day in a city like this
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Dungeon Interlude
01:06
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Aliens
01:20
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Non-bootlegged government plates, its mine
JPEGMAFIA - Veteran, its signed
Alt covers nothin new to me
Limes - Fresh Squeezed, two copies, ones sealed and mint
Not to mention all the goofy shit on cassette
RSD E in my cupboard like it's nuthin
DOOM's OG with the uncleared sample
Nothing dope ever escapes my "turn-tablenacle"
Triple gatefoldin over weed in my system
My stereo precarious loud, it's sound prison
Perfectly examine Katamari with precision
Joji Joji In Tongues, this a rare print son
Zero Zero Blank Banshee offers have me not scoffin
Neo Wax Bloom 1st pressin, nerds depressin
Potato Salad 1/300
Paint The Town Brown gets it bumpin
One last section of a word from the worm
Forests is the best band you never heard
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Laura Said
01:47
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Like Laura said I'll scream it 'til I'm caughin' up blood
Covered in mud
Kicked in the ribs and bruised
Taunted rocked and knockin myself offa them blues
Wreckin' these Skecher shoes
Hittin' that pit
Moshin' the rocks outta my blues
Feathered and tarred, some of it glue
Bones all bent like I'll never walk again
I'm runnin, I'm runnin, I'm runnin, I'll sprint
Take a metal gurter to the shins and I wince
Still a bitch sings
Gut punched, and stepped on
Ima still get my rap on
Gut punched, and stepped on
Ima still get my rap on
I got Toshiba, it got a manicure
How can I live with myself when a friend is a mannican?
Speakin of man, I'm a problem or two
I'm speakin up when I'm talkin to you
I got a checkpoint, he does the mail
He never judges the manicure nails
Lettin me fold on occasion or two
He's speakin up when the nail's askew
-- I've got a box
... And it hurts my eyes and mind but it gets shit done
I've got a box
-- when I read those lines and I damaged that vox
I got a box... I got a box... I got a box...
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8. |
Through The Silver Lines
01:22
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I never felt better than
When the beat starts fetterin
I'ma tape it like cassette
Aim a way to upset it
My formed wave is kenetic
Malformed pace frenetic
You can treat me like considerate
When this forms done deliverin
Buzzin from the fern, what a concern
Cut a fuckin perm
Bummin from the cave that I nest
It's another face from the west
Clayin gods puddy, what an understudy
Ima keep it fifty to a hunny
Not a lotta people are my buddy
Castle walls up when it's sunny
Cuz I trust and it comes back nuthin
((What a fuckin waste))
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Isolated, inspirated, always fuckin agitated
Pacin back and forth I'm writing neck-breaks
Respect the lake-encapsulated bait from the worm
Catchin all these fishy ass fucks in the dirt
and they're ((suffocating))
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Bloodclot Saught
01:16
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I never thought I'd bought my way to rot
What I fought caught on a little cot gettin snug
Never thought I'd bought rot til the drugs
Bloodclot saught
Lost, feelin the Hylian, helium high, I'm oh so float
Tearin up cuz of the dry, smoke some mo
Pissin up into your eye, lick my scrote
Word from the worm to the wise... step up your creativity, ain't nobody appraising ya laziness, you craziness, tast-e-less ass bitch
Never the chasin, always abrasive
One way, I'm never that patient
In droppin a tape man
The fun but dumb way
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Dungeon Interlude 2
00:55
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GREY
02:11
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Rappin' live from babylon, the Iron Leather telethon
When I'm alive the threat is on, on the line, Telzon
Punchin keys, Marciano, on piano: BELT's on
Jukin off that Jushi
Junbi so chunin, I've been here for a while
Got Genrahs in my style, I'm microphonophile
My repetoire so grimoir, just rose-tinted my memoirs
Pores pourin out reptaur, that weediana, mediana
Couldn't be replaced
Too remained in my head, all I said was grey
-- Never had the time of the day
Too remained in my head, all I said was grey
So I just kept my mind on the wave
Too remained in my head, all I said was grey
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Serenade
01:03
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The bass rang and the wind chimed
Finally remind a sigh now
Gaze, turn, I lock eyes
Living time prized what a creature this was
Worship me, I'll worship you
When I don't have too much shit to do
Subtelty unwind what a valuable kind
Kind is such a valuable, better with time
Better with a saluable, glass tinted, roses withered
Apologies apologies
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14. |
Outro
01:24
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