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History Repeats Itself

by Lil Figurative

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MILLENIUM Very very very strong debut. Can't wait to see what u got in the future!!!! Favorite track: 1980 (bliss).
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samwhiteart Great beats and banger bars Favorite track: 1972 (goddess).
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transcript: A: and now, ladies and gentlemen, B: lil figurative. C: how did you know? you did, didn’t you. D: yes, i knew. i knew there’d be a fire. and i knew it would happen this afternoon, at 2 o’ clock. but what i didn’t know… i didn’t know that i would cause it. i shouldn’t have come here… i know that now. it won’t work. i know that too. it can’t work, because i know too many things. i know… i know about too many tomorrows. C: tomorrows? D: you’re history, abby. you, and this town, and the people in it… everything about it, you’re history. and i can’t change you. i can’t even touch you. C: paul, why not? D: because the past isn’t violent… the past is sacred. it belongs to those of you who live in it. it’s not for interlopers. for people who are just passing by, look in… i wish they were a part of it. C: where are you going? D: i’m going back. back to where i came from, back where i belong. i’ve overstayed my welcome. even so, i found more than i expected.
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lyrics: impossible for ya boy to stay anonymous i break laws, jaws, and false promises i kill expectations and crooked congressmen i like beats that’s lofi and slightly ominous, y’all know what time it is, i’ve been duckin dirty politics eversince i knew of their existence, i’ve just been dodging ‘em these motherfuckers incompetent as a protestant who couldn’t even tell you if god exists in full consciousness make it to a spot where i can spread across continents where i’m living off combinations of vowels and consonants make it to spot that’s sim’lar to nastradamus’s you can find me in that bitch polishing my accomplishments they’ll find my notes app and treat it like dusty documents they’ll find my test vinyls and treat them like sacred monuments the arsonist who thinks they’re a psychologist is here to tell us proceed with caution, the apocalypse is near, uh under pressure with no plan and no breathing room some people only admit defeat once they can see their tomb it’s high stakes and low stocks, there won’t be a boom wrote so many lyrics and i still can’t even read a room these is trans raps this is 7 seconds after you’ve spoken, i will know if what you sayin’ cap get you and your mans capped, blam that covering your body in saran wrap, understand that you said you ain’t tryna keep the streets clean, but your man’s caped you ain’t ready for the flood, pump the damn brakes damn straight, a master in the art of crate digging i’ll flip you and brick you like a 360 with the disk in i’m a producer first, but these ain’t second-rate raps i’ve been bottling my flavor up like lemonade caps what’s a street-fight punch to an MMA slap? if you want a revolution, keep your renegades strapped, uh never fired a weapon, but i’m not weaponless the tongue can split a sword in half with mere messages clear the premises, wordsmith spits venomous any steel you stepping with will rust and cause tetanus blow, blow, blow! cause what’s a brain to a bullet astrain of a virus once you cured it, the cure once another strain has overtook it a push and pull between the people and society kush vs. pure cuisine flippin samples since the day i turned thirteen but that makes me a risk cause that’ll tank my earnings even if i get big off my music, i’ll still be working, cause how many hitmakers you seen with pockets hurting? we don’t belong together, this ain’t no Jermaine Dupri so we can go our seperate ways, it’s all the same to me i leave any studio like hurricane debris sticks and stones break bones, i am woodwork and masonry
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lyrics: the devil wears prada, hitler wears hermes, capone wears cartier vladimir wears versace, mussolini wears moncler stalin wears supreme, reagan wears renato nucci bloody mary wears burberry and genghis khan wears gucci i’m wearing shit from old navy and Burlington everybody saying lil fig? hmm, never heard of them their blood runs cold like the beats that i murder in rappers i was nurturing, they’re all getting served again and i have nobody to serve twice they want the chips stacked against me but can’t hurl dice the oldheads prolly winced when they heard trans on the previous track just cause they thought a word wasn’t nice the world isn’t nice, yet i participate try to tackle the top, i’m impossible to intimidate big body benz mentality, your mind middle weight i’ll total that toyota, lemme let the sample illustrate i feel like the microphone magneto turn studios to bistros, i’m back in peepholes, all these fakes convinced they real, that’s the rap placebo slice your face and leave scars, Al Pacino (obviously) the world is mine, thanks Nas the pearly doors are very large please pause the applause, whip turbocharged balls to the wallpaper, i aint your everyday ballplayer i’m the goddess, grip the biscuit and spill all ya gravy lawd save thee, jagged-toothed mouth full of rabies, i’m sick, couple weeks till i shake hands with hades surprised that ain’t nobody been concerned for your safety lil fig beats is like crack in the eighties maybe, y’all should quit mimicking crybabies and step to the plate, start swinging like ruth, baby coulda got some features, but i truthfully don’t need the help dreaming of ibiza wealth, history repeats itself
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lyrics: all i added to the sample was a kick and some processing made the bassline sound thick, bring the snare out the compression workin magic guitar line slick, ayo i think we got a classic that keyboard or whatever it is, it sounds amazin lookin like therapists on vacation, no patience i shine like the sun, y’all drying out like raisins y’all basic, archaic, faithful to staying craven not Nicholas, imma flip a sample so ridiculous then i’ll react like a convict and start killing shit mind activated with stimulus, feelin limitless i’m a prodigy causing havoc, becoming infamous stack it, they thought i could never spit it so rapid was in a box, but i followed lines to get out my bracket they say my talent is impossible, fuckin magic i’m 15, i made it from the basement to the attic y’all cant touch me, all the sample records dusty got em crying like the background on Rusty trust me, y’all don’t want beef with fig that’s like wrecking your bike before you start your pizza gig the teeth sink in, k-9 unit it's a matter of time before i’m mainline, stupid my playwriting too lit for snakebite wounds to caress me look at me with the same eyes as Kubrick adress me as such too man, fuck you circle tight-knit, but you tryna bring a plus two bust through limits like an unmixed beat even if this basically a loop, it’s still on repeat keep a piece of paper folded up inside my left pocket so any thought that’s poppin in my head, i can jot it it’s just me double-knotting what i’ve already acknowledged it’s nothing but a me thing, this the new chronic
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lyrics: effortless, man, how you trek so treacherous through trials and tribulations, you never lose tenderness it’s simple, tragedies and triumphs take togetherness dramatic equals? untrue, to stay generous to let my losses lose to the wins, i had to trash a few i trick the trepidation, you can’t have it trapping you tips and tricks and tools of the trade stay valuable i found my way to cope, i don’t give a fuck if it’s laughable it was tangible, so i continued on that tangent i test out new methods, even if they turn up transient and eventually command it, no longer observing battles ain’t with the grazin anymore, this is herding the cattle trauma runs deep and spreads, can’t further the fractal hit the light in the center, can’t get burned by the candle i rationalized it, don’t allow yourself to feel beneath it if you do not know history, you are doomed to repeat it and you know what, feel free to call me a mashup guy i love making those but they’re only one thing i mastermind if i stuck to that, i’d practically be alkaline and i’m tryna make it to hydrogen from the actinide i love the craft but honestly, i’m never satisfied so i was destined to branch out to feel gratified this might be too weird for some folks to be into it so i appreciate you if you listen as i carve this path of mine i had to shovel coal into the train of thought all this love would break a hateful heart that the pain has wrought this ain’t just a game, it’s art, this a Salvador my aggressive lyrics merely give them what they’re asking for i close a door just to bash another door if someone says that cash is nothing, then they prolly wasn’t poor don’t get me wrong, i’d love to never have to buy shit but that’s not where the world is at right now, i won’t deny it i hope one day there’s no more gangsta rap cause the conditions that birth it will be a faded past and that’s basic facts, plus we’ll still have the classics as historical monuments from the victims of classists just wait for capitalism to eat itself alive and then we’ll have to course correct, cause then it’s do or die that’s just what i tell myself so i can tolerate my life keep my loved ones on my left, keep my music on the right, peace
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lyrics: short summers and long winters, they keepin guns hot but no mistaking these cold killers, my wallet hollow i gotta keep raking in more scrilla, the new joint by lil fig and the dior singers, producer or con- -sumer determined by your definition of FL, the ice don’t melt, this ain’t Ugly God or Denzel, last time i repped the south, it didn’t end wizzell if i ever have to dead you, just know that i meant well, shit i’ve never spit at a venue, but if i had though? they would call it a drag show, meanwhile the facts show i bring more people together than county-wide lassos while still keeping it gritty as crack smoke, i’m back with a death wish, the most potential, nobody contests it, my mic’s a weapon, imma smack the hard headed, i’m act- -ing all reckless, i’m back, with more leverage, i crack a cold beverage, sit back, and cause hemorrhages, it’s effortless, whips, whips, whips, whips, whips, like west- -side gunn in the kitchen, you try to run your lips, but no, im- -ma shut up your bitching, i flick my wrist with ho- -mocidal intentions, the clicks ain’t from glicks, it’s cameras and lights, but honestly, to me, that shit is cancer and strife, they make it hard as possible to find the answers to life, they cloud the shit with banter and fights over pedantic and trite shit, this really some hype shit, looking outside and the grass covered in white shit, the cruel winter has arrived, i pray i sur- -vive it, i’m reshaping myself just to adapt to this new climate, in real life, i’m quiet, but that’s not what you’d tell from my iris, curtains drawn over the windows, you tryna phone a friend, pay a pal, you stuck with Venmo you can’t just be audible now, you gotta be heard, these fine lines are the most liable to be blurred, peace Vince Staples: brit pop in the 1980s. X: who? Vince Staples: brit pop in the 1980s. Boy George, Yaz, Talking Heads, Duran Duran, all these motherfuckers we’re making the same song for 10 years straight, that’s where we at now. why? because motherfuckers wanted money. why? because Michael Jackson made pop music. so what happened with that is, if you look at (stammers) The Clash, The Clash was a rock group who started making brit pop because they wanted to make a lil bit of money because what they was doin wasn’t poppin. so you got that, you got post-Nirvana, punk music, which is really grunge music which is really Seattle music based on jazz because Quincy Jones and Ray Charles used to play up there and they had all them kids tryna learn about instrumentation and slow thing their music down. you’ve got these types of eras that have happened in every single genre of music.
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lyrics: Ayo B quiet for a second, the CD keep skipping, with E’s, dripping in clean linen, that’s three million F em all, they ain’t really G’s, they really children, i H you chickens, I’m more of a J with wings dipped in gold like the handle of the K you see me gripping yo, please, listen, hold this L for me i keep tripping over Ms i leave em on the floor my N’s have means that rot my soul O-nly shopping over at the flea market though push transient dishes, like P king duck you in too deep in terms of blades, you caught a knee-length cut i ac-Q’s you of fucking up that green benz truck cause R you aware you S-entially signed the keys in its trunk? but yo, don’t blame me for bad rappers i inadvertently T-ch but i’ll still bump your shit if it U say it was influenced by me only time i fuck with 12 is when it’s next to a V the only time i’m top 10 is when i’m in the top 3 and i’m not 3, nor 2, nor honorable mention of the best artists to more-than-W in terms of steppin get X’d out, but you just buried, you ain’t treasure Y i got kings di-Z’s? cause i work best under the pressure some wanna know why rappers fallin off now? just ask the best it’s cause they know how to flex but can’t actually cash no checks they turn to any way to sell out, long as it’s racks to get but i don’t give a fuck bout the letters on which an alpha bet
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lyrics: X: now, we come to the payoff: rappin techniques. everyday bitches lose dough that are ripe to fall into their hands because they shy away from beats by timbaland. a good rapper reaps the benefit of everything which has gone before him: the advertising, the customer’s natural desire, even his dick game. you want to become a star, and you will become one. ahead of you right now are motherfuckers but first, some common sense about rappin to offset a certain amount of nonsense and fear on the subject. we desert eagles of the same feather the suede leather, my rage is rarer, my reign of terror is upon us new Giannis, i do not play for pleasure, my station tuned into a newer era, mixed with the same as ever the fire you spit was no match for my liquid sword your corpse a pittance to the lord, i should’ve given more such are the lips of war, they speak in riddles, missile coordin- -ates, and pidgins warping words to hit with every listener’s core pistols pesent, code-named little weapons rips through tendons with little effort within a second several bits of severed tissue sit within the grisly wreckage i think you get the message, back to my lil simple method i ain’t cena john doe who could wrestle with me, state what shoes you seek to fill, or else you isn’t steppin with me i mess with you a bit, it hurt me when i read you dissed me but i know you just salty and twisted, you a pretzel to me tssss haha! man, i started off the verse so well… shit aight, back to it my laptop and my phone like Watson and Holmes you copying clones, robbing eachother’s flows, a hierarchy of lows, fire-hall with no hose, fi- -rewalls with no code, i might just stall in this hoe, like… (pause) aight, that’s enough nowhere near as bad as us, you blasphemous, y’all rappin sucks! someone in my camp tried to have me dead in casket so i deaded him, hands tied to his severance package we all got shit to unpack, i just got leather baggage conway said everybody is food, ya head is cabbage i punch your pumpkin and see if there’s any bread to salvage bury you with nothing but your clothing and your demo package in a stretch limo, passing out my next single a QR code tatted on my neck tissue you might not grapple with this yet, but this the next jujitsu so put your badge upon my desk or hit X to continue
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let he who is without guns fire the first shots ricochet off of the metal, he fell into the dirt and rocks i flirt with glocks in my lyrics but i can’t hurl a box of matches at a burning block there’s plenty down to murder opps and skrrrt on cops all these rappers make me feel nothing they could put out fifty projects, they’re still bluffing i can’t eat if you can’t cook, you tryna peel a muffin so i won’t come at you with steel, i’m bout to kill by punching lotta egos thick as Pringle chips i got enough rage to blow a door off of its hinges with a single kick old-heads complaining about this shit, you get your wrinkles split album artist but my singles hit harder than missiles, kid you think you cold? i’d throw you in thirty feet of frozen water and i would still be icier if i was trapped in a boiler i’d make a better album than you with a broke recorder if the only budget i could gather was a stolen quarter move along, everyone, remain as you were the game’s boutta spill it’s own brains on the curb wrist flying, yeah, the presi lookin like wings on the bird that i’m giving you it’s strains of the herb in your living room i planted em before you was raided, that’s just the system, dude my beats got a wide variety like thanksgiving food the whip is big and blue, fit a kissing booth inside cause there’s a market for licking boots i might as well provide copped a million dollar crib full of ice, that’s the igloo i had to put an end to to a few million dollar issues can’t wash the money, that’ll be a million dollar misuse so i’m wiping off the blood with a few million dollar tissues sneak dissers see an exclamation mark above my head let the beef sizzle, check the expiration, augh! it’s dead three figures but you know one day i’m turning it to ten elite speaker, ask for free features? you get left on read move along, everyone, remain as you were the game’s boutta spill it’s own brains on the curb wrist flying, yeah, the presi lookin like wings on the bird that i’m giving you it’s strains of the herb in your living room i planted em before you was raided, that’s just the system, dude my beats got a wide variety like thanksgiving food the whip is big and blue, fit a kissing booth inside cause there’s a market for licking boots i might as well provide
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lyrics: ayo, i keep as many guns on me as Batman does but i keep as many lyrics as a rap fan does if you plan on goin ghost, imma Pac-Man sumn pop a power pellet, plus i got crackhead lungs another day, another dumbass who didn't get the memo lookin like a minivan, actin like a limo i'll leave your tires flat like how your punchlines fall it's some rappers out here that's tryin to one-up Pridefall fuck it, no homo, but i think about my boyfriend every night you think you on some conscious shit? i'll show you erudite pulled up to the stu to make some beats, i wasn't there to write looks like you had different plans, i guess i'll raise the fahrenheit your stories ain't verified, you need to cite your sources 640 horses in these 911 Porsches you freezing up like rigor mortis even if you got to goat status, don't act like you'd be passin any torches you'd hoard shit, you punchin in nothin, you barely slap box i'm mighty and massive, these motherfuckers is matchbox my sampling is like finding abandoned buildings breaking the padlock, and turnin it to a trap spot i ain't white washin nothing, this ain't no Colgate looking like you used to wear the hats that read "obey" cause some road rage in a bronco like... well, y'know same drums as Mighty Healthy, i'm the new Ghostface i might just catch the blast from a hype verse the pressure keep building on you till your windpipe burst every list of names you make, you better put mine first the name of the game is lightworks but yo, i break laws, jaws, false promises, and limits and stay on cloud 9 like final fantasy 7 add em up, i still ain't even hit my sweet 16 but i spit 2 that were so ill, i had to take sick leave (Freddie Gibbs) can't go outside, i might catch corona or a hollow tip (Danny Brown) my [REDACTED] made a wrong turn, got flipped in the zone (Jay-Z) spill 3 quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat (Logic) the bomb atomically, the lyrical anomaly (Action Bronson) M5 soundin like a symphony (MF DOOM) must be too strong for tuggin spirits (Earl Sweatshirt) i do less when i stretch fore i hit the bar (Ghostface Killah) catch me in the corner not speakin (Yasiin Bey) my ink so hot, it burn through the journal
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1980 (bliss) 03:20
lyrics: vilified and ostracized on every media forum that only mentions our labels when it’s convenient for em they say police are looking for us, and when we say please inform us they don’t tell us shit, cause they can flush us out like fleas and hornets some say “just don’t make it your whole personality” even though some bad faith actors will do exactly that and some will point to the rates of self-inflincted fatalities but fail to realize they’re the reason all of us feel so attacked and the blatant projection from all the other side it feels like the pedo accusations are what you’re tryna hide one day they make it so our existence is undermined then act like we’re these villains, they tryna make all the mothers cry they’d rather act like we’re a threat to everyone than actually learn about our feelings and where they’re stemming from they can’t take time out of their day to educate themselves because that threatens the system that they’ve been benefiting from when one of us steps out of line, they’ll mention our name but when one of us is a victim, they won’t say what’s to blame they create a stigma then when the repercussions hit they say it’s an enigma they disregard all of the resources at their disposal ready to inform cause acting like we’re evil is clearly easier for em i wish the ones in power cared about the people they ruled over more than staying in their office and keeping their seat warm they keep the masses scared, then proclaim themselves the savior they rule people through fear by proclaiming us a danger they keep the masses uninformed to make themselves seem witty they accuse the other side of that which they are guilty Joseph Goebbels, the Nazi Propaganda Minister tell me what they’re doing right now doesn’t sound similar misinformation, false panic, it fits aptly plus a transphobe directly cited Mein Kampf at a rally they talked about 'the big lie' it’s essentially the concept of a lie so insane, told so intensely that everyone believes it, because there’s never been a bigger lie they said that trans people use that strategy to get by the nazis claimed this big lie was used by Jewish people they used that as justification to subdue those people the Nazis used the big lie they accused them of perfectly paralleled by the ones that are accusing us to any trans person listening you already knew everything i mentioned word for word, shit all the conditioning these motherfuckers force out of hate, fear, ignorance you’ve already heard it and it’s not just those who plot, some of that is people who think they’re on the right side, controlled by those who know they’re not but once the world realizes that they’re only built on hatred they’ll have nothing to stand on, their thoughts left naked i know they won’t win, cause even if they did, love they’d move on to the next group to effectively get rid of it goes trans, gay, nonwhite, women i’m not saying they’ll kill ‘em all, they’ll just legally end them they take away our rights and voices and move on, next in line they’re just onto us because they think we’re small time if they were gone tomorrow, the world would be more at peace if we were gone tomorrow, do you really think they’d cease? it’s only getting colder outside
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1981 (shawl) 01:57
lyrics: where are you going today? Dallas, Texas. oh, we’re headed out to Washington State, uh… we are going to Taipei. we’re going through southwest England, mostly. well, I’m headed to uh… Okinawa. we’re going home, through Los Angeles. I’m going home, India! every type of person going every place in the world… all attempting to get there the fastest way… and the safest way. that’s what aviation is. the people of moderate circumstances can travel today all over the world, I think it’s terrific! I don’t think I’ll ever understand what makes an airplane stay up in the air, but, heh-heh! well, the great trouble is that we get so used to these things, we don’t think of it as a miracle anymore. but of course, it is! you look at the designs of the planes, and it all looks so ridiculous, but… there you are, you get on the plane, and you’re terribly annoyed if the plane is as much five minutes late! not so long ago, there was no such thing as a jet-liner. but now, flying at 600 miles an hour seems hardly more remarkable than riding a bus. although our Pratt & Whitney people make the engines for most of the world’s jet-liners we’re not showing you this to sell you jet engines. we’re showing you Dulles. because technology is our business. and this technology has brought our world closer together. the space is shrinking, there’s no question about it, as technology… progresses down the road, and of course we haven’t seen anything yet, compared to what… our children and grandchildren will eventually see. i’m convinced of that. so are we. because we believe that technology is a continuing response to the needs of life.
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1982 (purge) 02:13
lyrics: drum work, running till my lungs hurt best believe i’m aiming for the moon, make the sun burst punching in while punchin motherfuckers into thumb dirt i just want the cash to come fast and to come first i spent a buck on a bottle and lost the lotto so imma crack it over a skull and leave it a fossil slide like legato, fly like a swallow murder music, all the bullets sound staccato heat of the moment, speakers choking, my speaker broken mentally reloading, my pencil seeking an evil poem i speak an omen, releasing demons, i feel em slowly peeking through the window, my microphone is an evil totem i spit so much a fraction of it is perceived an ocean i’ve learned that freedom deceives you, it only leaves you lonesome you was never told that growing up, you couldn’t really hold the weight so as your mind matured, your body turning weak and frozen the revelation came too late for you to grapple with it you’d already dug yourself so deep when the ladder hit ya you built upon a foundation, you never saw it crackin till it crumbled like a human when hit with an automatic i’m tryna make out the static, out the white noise with that comes the pressure of am i making the right choice? information highway, reactionary traffic jam make the music my way, then transfer to a Dapper Dan i can’t take a risk cause what if stable life is wasted? i can’t stick to safety cause i know nothing is sacred i can’t take it serious cause people live off dumb luck so i’ll just make my braggadocious shit and shut the fuck up i was never interested in putting on the fraud’s crown that’s why never in my life will i appeal to pop sounds i just got stuck in a place where money trees were chopped down so every song from me is equivalent to a glock round one hand grips the mic, the other grips my phone adjust the frequency so that the snare could split a brittle bone i spit a flow that rips a hole through any myth you’ve told everyone who tried to doubt my talent was dismissing gold my worst raps were better than your best styles my first raps will be better than your next styles swervin on the road to the top, this just the next mile we simply cut and woven from two different textiles you want the throne but you ain’t ready for the tribulations every picture i paint is sick, my songs are illustrations figurative is an icon, end quote i’m like mach-hommy mixed with flygod, i been dope this gon be the joint that all the fans wished was 5 minutes sorry but that ain’t how i like to have my style presented i hit you with idea after idea plus i say exactly what you’re thinking like a mind reader (chopped Kendrick outro unable to be transcribed)
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1983 (slump) 01:10
lyrics: the Nashvillian, destined to stash millions in brash delirium cash flooded with bacterium from getting passed between them and the label they’re a slave to bloody money is concealed behind many a snake tooth the perpetrators have no reason to be spiteful put people through hell, double down on the downward spiral unless you can command an army, you’re stuck in the cycle and even still the vultures convince themselves to be prideful good kid, badlands, burnt down grasslands how can someone come from nothing and become a Batman? sane sword slain by a gun-weilding madman in the building with a pistol pointed at a gas can life has no inherent dramatic tension a stray bullet shatters your skull and any suspension premature ascension, even if you paid full attention anything in the world could end your session question, why you worried bout what others think when anyone could be wiped off of the earth in a blink? end up as collateral, poison in the drink of everyone at the table, all dropping in sync but maybe that’s the point, life is fragile and every day feels like struggling to win a battle so while we’re here, we might as well kick it cause ain’t no point in playing the game if you can’t win it let’s get it, yo why’s this shit barely a minute long, the fuck? ahem, anyway, this-
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1984 (chess) 02:43
lyrics: -next song is a wonderful song that i… i heard while growing up beautiful, romantic song i heard that life is pain and death is the painkiller i heard karma’s a bitch till you sing in the rain with her i heard that life is hell until you rake in scrilla, make a million money is the world’s babysitter, that creates killers nothing gets a break except your back and your car pray that it ain’t either of ‘em, pray you never make that call cause your life’s in someone else’s hands, will they catch your fall? or will they let you drop into the ever-present maw of the city streets, as portrayed by vivid rhymes and gritty beats the only food for thought you’ll get from there, cause the civilians eat a diet of carcinogens and pass it off as sickly sweet and fast food chemicals that might as well be mystery meat no soul food in a city with no soul extract youthful ambition just to throw it to the hole turn it into a ravine you can’t vault over with a pole to further the divide between those in and under control life is a dice roll, you have to play the hand you’re given and the house always wins, so unless you have plans to rig it get back on the assembly line, or else we’ll can your living man, this can’t be existence, i’m abandoning ship and disconnecting from this shit i won’t submit to any of it! but what’s the alternative? cause listen, i don’t love it but the ones in charge of this situation are benefitted by it or people who just the take chance to be those people’s pilot so unless we’re set to crash, we won’t have to course correct which arguably just happened, and everyone just rolled with it 2020 shook the world, we still feel the repercussions but quality of life? it feels like that shit changed nothing caps flying and landing inside the circle of 5ths they letting choppas sing, ear-splitting harmony bodies piled up like autumn leaves, no halloween on top of that, bodily autonomy no longer free honestly, that make me wanna be the one to slaughter these monopolies disguised as politicians with policies that only benefit the economy if it’s awfully convenient with ambitions that just border on democracy but is it hypocrisy to yearn for something that doesn’t even exist? if it’s this easily ruined than something must be amiss there are cracks in these walls but no one’s getting them fixed who’s society is this? who’s erasing my brothers, sisters, people just living calmly? and people who just wanna feel right with their own body? who’s bashing the symptoms of the disease that they embody? a part of me wants to be the Blaskowitz to these nazis i’m sorry if this isn’t subtle enough but when the ones that are in control throw you under the bus i’d rather tell it to you straight than dress it up nice and neat cause this ain’t a movie scene, this is real, now cut the beat
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1985 (onyx) 01:50
lyrics: can i talk my shit again?! even when i’m beaten down, i run circles round these mothafuckas guess being a broken record can have it’s ups, suckas! oh you up now, what’s up, sucka? bloodsucker on the mic, gunrunner with the samples only bringing heat tonight, frontrunner wearing sandals sell wax to a candle, bareback through the bramble coming out without a scratch, how’s that for an example? i made a whole fuckin mixtape and like 20 mashup albums with nothing but a macbook, tell me how those facts look and it’s only on BandCamp and YouTube you only give me money if you choose to i did it for the art, for the love, for me, for y’all, for us for queer folk, for people just like me, and thus i produced every beat, wrote every word, broke every expectation 16 stones killed every bird, reset this shit i know none of my fans expected this not even Fluffy who i leaked this to in February not even T, we made mashups that is legendary got so many names, man, i need a fuckin secretary not even Spectre who found me in the first place, not even my boyfriend, who got me through my worst days not even the regular viewers, you know you are the ones who’ll be at every premiere once i’m a movie star nobody! for a while, not even me i remember sending beat packs to smaller rappers for free back when my beats was trash, and they ain’t even hit me back and now after this, everyone will want me for a track went from nobody to somebody to somebody else with nobody’s help, i cant wait till history repeats itself man, i made my own history, y’all just saw it reveal itself

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released April 23, 2023

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