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Orwellian (#TTWNBR)
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Ain't No Party
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Work My Plan
04:13
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Ego Trippin'
04:53
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Ruxpin
02:38
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You missed the mark from the start cause you ain't got the heart You ain't up to snuff 'cause you are full of fluff. Out your cotton-picking mind if you think I'm falling for your bluff, shame on me if you even fool me once. He ain't never been a dunce, Hard Knock High, I ain't never been a punk. Never ran, but I might have to duck/ cause fuck niggas are too scared to knuckle up - turn your mind to marinara with them shells... Put the tape on, and 8 million mouths move their lips to the same song, eyelids synchronized to the speech as it rides unquantized over beats -Eyes little orbs of glass that don't see. But the stories told to kids will make them dream; give them wings, and hopefully those stories also have a message. Because when kids get grown they can go and get a weapon, maybe run up in your home with the stove to get your breakfast...
You got a problem with the kid? I don't know what it is, but you niggas better bear with it.
I'm on a tear, and I'm terrific...
What's this about? Everytime you open your mouth, somebody else's voice is coming out. Now, that's cheesy like Chuck, Goofy like a troop full of yoots with their hands on the can - no Campbell's soup in the pantry. Just ants. Got a nigga feeling antsy. Pushing 'caine to get those whips painted candy. The dolce vita, put Dolce & Gabana on my senorita. At the cabana sipping margaritas. Sounds a lot better than staring at the sky from a stretcher, thinking life's not chess - it's checkers. Boy, what you're parroting is embarrasing! The parody is everything American. And rarely is there parity in anything. Verily, verily, life is but a dream - up shit's creek merrily. These rappers spit that Derelicte. They're teddy bears and I'm just on a tear and terrifique.
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I Don't Belong Here
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[HOOK]
Bats in my city, got a bat in my trunk/
And I drive slow with my eyes low from that skunk//
When I go in, I show out, I stunt/
If I told you twice, then a nigga told you once, don't be a dunce//
Tedddy Ruxpin ass niggas better bear with it/
I'm rare, suave, debonair with a flair for getting bitties out their best linens//
Now eff with him/
None want war with warweare and plus the set's with him//
And he stretch chickens... pilates for the poultry/
her eyes were sultry, she said define adultry//
I'm something like a sultan, suckers shouldn't insult me/
Why're you acting so salty, nigga look at you sulking//
[MUGGZY'S VERSE]
[HOOK]
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling myself, like a masturbator (jerk)/
more like a master chef, y'all niggas can't match the flavor//
you're on match.com, tryna play match-maker/
looking for a match made in heaver, I'll send you to heaven, you can meet your maker//
sipping Maker's mark, you act real well, you can play that part/
but that role ain't you, ain't paid them dues, can't fill them shoes (true!)
I know you seen me in the video, they don't play me on the radio/
flow Radio, and away he go (no) away we go with a hoe down for fellatio//
[FRANK MO$E$' VERSE]
[HOOK]
Don't watch me, nigga, watch television/
They put cameras in so they can watch you while you watch it//
The watchmaker says that it's 5 til midnight
on that doomsday clock, got me feeling like the Watchmen//
but who's joking on that Roschach budget?
Doc Manhattan moves when your boy goes public
and the hoes gon' love it, you ain't a player; you're platonic in that platano republic//
[PHRANCHYZE'S VERSE]
[HOOK]
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Black DaVinci Austin, Texas
Promise Pseudo is the art official in a world full of the artificial. SuperEGO does not know how to play music, music knows how to play him. Black DaVinci is more than the moniker it is the motivation.
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