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    Un condensé de trois morceaux de l'album (trooop court, comme en mode LP's Punk, qui l'a beaucoup inspiré, entre autres genres...) d'E L U C I D (ou 1/2 d'Armand Hammer, qui la joue bcp plus underground que son collègue billy woods qui paradoxalement ne montre jamais vraiment son visage online):

    E L U C I D - Shit Don't Rhyme No More - 2018
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    Hassle proof, spit it in nothin' but absolutes
    I don't remember askin' you for a comment
    S'posed to feel like bombardment
    Vigorous work, the real jerk, no Steve Martin
    No he not Spartan, no he not sparrin'
    My mind's favorite yoga pose is pullin' okey dokes
    Heroes turn to hoagie rolls, it's so laborious
    I plot peace as a coordinate
    My dojo taught insubordinance is glorious
    I prefer when they forfeit, tap out, rap mount
    The bag is bounced past, then I cashed out
    Left a note said, left a note said, left a note said

    How you like me now?
    How you like me now?
    How you like me now?
    How you like me now?


    Back of the note had a post script reading
    At her I marveled, fiddles with whale bone toggle
    The self is the obstacle, fossilization ain't optional
    Survival isn't logical
    N**gas became absurdists, surrealists, dada flows
    S'pose you can holler if you feel this
    Those beyond the tasteful, a trip to Office Max for staples
    This shit is graceful

    How you like me now?
    How you like me now?
    How you like me now?
    How you like me now?


    Open the mouth to give testimony, bear witness
    You need fresh air and a prayer for forgiveness
    Tuck and weave, like Febreze, particulates
    You know my tongue be ticklish
    You have my active thanks
    The rhythm become sacrosanct
    Dandelion wine on an empty stomach
    Broke the bank, stretched the budget
    Broke the bank, stretched the budget
    I played the wake, sampled the buffet
    Left some flowers by the grave
    I sampled the buffet, played the wake
    Left some flowers by the grave
    And when I die I won't stay
    (When I die I won't stay)
    Dead
     
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    Earl Sweatshirt - Feet of Clay - 2019
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    Double back when you got it made
    Thirty racks and weed, no fat in the collard greens
    Off top was me, no cap, I don't bottle things
    Flashin' grandmama rings on her fingers and fondle the thing
    Hollow with glee
    Not ominous but James Harden D
    Weak ni**as guarding
    will peak
    Followers just like me
    I lost my phone and consequently
    All the feelings I caught for my GF

    My hands was on her wings
    I took 'em off, had a story careen against the bars
    My canteen was full of the poison I need
    The trip as long as steep
    My innocence was lost in the East
    Amidst the thick exhaust
    Ahki hit the horn, it beep

    Mention my sentence is strong
    We all that we need
    But don't call me brother no more
    I keep my sentences short
    Stack Pendleton keep me warm in the winter
    Ksubi's cuff done hit the floor

    Doobie Brothers where the city morgue
    Who would truly love a visit from us?
    My soul and my heart
    All in it, keep fishing
    Gone, the macabre finish
    And miss my Pop dukes, might just hit me
    Depending how I play my cards

    The wind whispered to me, "Ain't it hard?"
    I wait to be the light shimmering from a star
    Cognitive dissonance shattered and the necessary venom restored
    As if it matters if you think it matters anymore
    'Cause shit be happening with quick results
    They couldn't fathom all the damage that had to get done

    Piglets in a barrel we cookin' up
    Don't get a sparrow, no harrowed runics in that there tomb
    And a share of deadly flowers bloom
    Holler rabidly, we stare at you

    And say a prayer
    Let's take it there like courier pigeon

    50,000 roots, none of 'em rigid
    Some of them wicked how they grew

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    Version Deluxe (2 tracks en bonus avec Navy Blue et Maxo) - 2021
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    This shit is like Reiki to me, man
    Man


    Got caught with the pork
    But you gotta kill the cop in your thoughts
    Still sayin' pause
    Ne**oes say they hate the cops
    But, the minute somethin' off, they wanna use force
    I just work here, I'm not the boss (I'm not the boss)
    I never bought in, so when it go left, it's no loss, no loss
    When they look back in history
    Make sure I'm absolved (Make sure)

    Don't try to rewrite the past
    It's oral history where I'm involved
    (Green, man, don't let 'em do it man, don't let 'em do it)
    (You know they gon' do it)
    Your crew fragile as the Caucasus, as the Balkans is
    It's one ni**a who nice (Yup), the rest sausages
    Got caught with the hog leg
    But you gotta kill the cop in your head
    The officer in your mind, red handed
    The chicharrones was chili and lime

    Oh, oh, if you off the pig
    Is you offin' pigs or offerin' figs?
    Oh, you big and bad?
    Blowin' hay and sticks, huffin' bricks

    Clip the snout (Snout), to spite the mouth (Mouth)
    Write the lips, put it on the spit
    Pig roast, who got jokes?
    Fryers for the skin (Skin)
    Cold swine shoulders get the smoke
    Oh, you big and bad?
    Huffin' sticks and bricks, crushin' oats
    Cut the snout, to spite the house
    And check the host
    Put it on the spit
    Pig roast, who got jokes?

    We let BLM be the new FUBU
    We ain't bros
    Wake up like Dap, hollerin' at HBCUs
    Soo-wee, seems they serving casings
    Meat and metal made
    US of BDSM, hog-tied
    Shove an apple in the face
    Word spread, snowballin' on the animal farm
    Plans to do Napoleon harm

    Keep the little piggies safe inside they bonds
    Wee wee, all the way
    Group think, modern day
    Sheep callin' sheep sheep on ol' sick Donald's See 'n Say
    Soo-wee, get a plate, get a taste
    Adam's baby back rib
    The other white meat
    Sacrificial murdered blacks
    For the spirit dinner type feast

    If you off the pig
    Is you offin' pigs or offerin' figs?
    Oh, you big and bad?
    Blowin' hay and sticks, huffin' bricks
    Clip the snout, to spite the mouth
    Write the lips, put it on the spit
    Pig roast, who got jokes?
    Fryers for the skin
    Cold swine shoulders get the smoke
    Oh, you big and bad?
    Soo wee
     
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    Meilleur lien pour le dernier Conway:

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    C'est pas un album indispensable mais j'essaie de couvrir les grosses sorties, et ça comprends les r/wing potentiels comme lui et d'autres...
     
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    Yeah, yeah, uh
    Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, uh
    Yeah, uh, uh

    Turmoil behind my eyes, can’t hide it
    I been workin' hard' tryna see alignment
    From a city where the little ni**as dyin'
    Killed brother so you slidin', spinnin' blocks
    Cold stone, solid rock, we pattern the plot
    Cracked the seal for my ni**as that’s trapped in the box
    We let it burn, hurt me when you left the Earth
    World turn, down bad ni**as not concerned
    Leave you stranded, upper hand it
    Stretch the canvas, changed the answers
    Ni**as can’t figure me out
    Ask me how i’m gettin to that shit in a drought
    Brodie jus' copped him a .40 with the clip sticking out
    On road, ni**as switchin' the route
    Touched some paper need them bigger amounts
    Cold water on the way, uh
    Full circle, play the cut, they catchin' strays
    Ready for the rain, uh
    Going steady, shit get heavy, but it’s fake, uh
    Separate stakes, jot the pressure on the page
    Seen ni**as lose they mind tryna maintain
    But if it was you and I, wouldn’t change place
    Ni**as really telling lies, tryna save face
    How you moving with you feet stuck in the same place?
    I’m on Fulton skippin' stops like the A Train
    Hopped with weed in my socks, then the Jakes came
    I got little quick, ducked off hit the street just to feel the wind
    You say it’s ice between us but the shit is thin
    Shit crack then it’s really lit
    Lost my marbles tryna get a grip, flip
    Game glitched, takin' sips

    Make paper, tryna make again
    Uh, tryna make again, tryna make again

    (Lui par contre il est indispensable, et je doute graaandement qu'il soit r/wing... L'album Cold Water page 12 à télécharger, avec d'autres déjà-classiques, et une compil parfois douteuse de skamérakassé^^)
     
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    "And of course, no such thing as danger, without purity, no such thing as blackness..."

    Caravans crisscrossin' dunes
    And ants crawlin’ on the face of the moon
    And 599 Trelawny Maroons marooned in the snow and gloom
    In Nova Scotia colder than a tomb

    And sour stinkin' handkerchiefs soaked in perfume
    Female flowers drinkin' and [?]
    I need a big gyal dem, let me be the little spoon and
    No white saviors, look what happened to the Cubans
    Reluctantly sold bud to my white neighbors when they moved in
    Yup that’s right, harbingers abound
    Locusts swarmin', you can't see the ground
    The sun blotted out
    The sound of plague rattlin' against the house

    I knew it was over when I dropped a quarter in the class
    Washington headass lookin' at me like, you outta gas
    But what about the oil rivers?
    Diamond mine glitters
    H&H and all his bitches
    Suck you up with Pictures
    The queen of England stealing voodoo scriptures
    Paintin' foggy ass pictures of John [?], sugar cane strippin'
    You don't know no name
    And you don’t know me
    Hottentot, T rounds clippin’
    Tar babies spittin'
    In the face of the clan, with the face of your man
    In the kingdom of Ham
    Son of climate change, Noah
    Allowed to pick and choose in the Torah, my Lord
    I’m just a blood pourer
    Ten seconds left with the Earth in my hand
    I'm the go-to sorcerer

    "It's a race
    The longest race that's ever been known
    Skull and bone, chaos and tone
    The bell tolled, ringing ears with religion
    Calculated division from the clocktower
    You see the blood bank glisten"

    Moonstone, glistening silver silhouette
    Of what’s lurking
    Whispering in the shadows
    Corrupt must, old spice, blood moon
    The clock flocks like doves
    Crying was what killing is now
    Fat rendered down in the slow process of change coming
    Interlocking around sounds, spinning disks
    Moorish architecture, inside voices
    Don't let them get ahold of the word
    Let alone the design

    (Album en téléchargement page 9... Là on est dans l'ultra gauche)
     
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    Dédicace à blop et au zoli futur...:

    Is that a warship or something?
    Are you worshipping something?

    One day you realize
    Your safe space's been compromised
    And your actors all spies
    I don't believe they lies, don't believe they truth
    I need they head as proof

    Cause after they come for me they gonna come for you
    5, 4, 3, 2

    Yo
    Hey, you don't wanna throw with the son
    The war's already been won
    It's not the mouth of one
    No shade, no sun
    No bullet, no gun
    Therefore run
    It's done
    The diving miles and one

    Yo, cause they don't wanna see me shine
    From the start to the finish line
    They keep they head on the nine
    But it's only a matter of time

    5, 4, 3, 2
    5, 4, 3, 2
    Cause after they come for me they gonna come for you

    Is that a warship or something?
    Are you worshipping something?

    5, 4, 3, 2
    5, 4, 3, 2

    The truth will do you no good here
    I don't believe they lies, I don't believe they truth
    You think this hell won't come for you?
    You think them thugs won't come for you?

    5, 4, 3, 2
    Cause after they come for me they gonna come for you

    Remember me?
    Remember me?
    Remember me, fresh from the grave
    Fresh from the blood and sweat of a slave
    Remember me, ???
    Machete I can rage
    Put master in his cage and spark in the grave
    But it still don't feel right
    Better run, not your skin, get lost in the moonlight
    Feel free from this flashlight
    Pulling you over
    Hand on your shoulder
    But it just still don't feel right

    Cause after they come for me they gonna come for you
    5, 4, 3, 2
    Cause after they come for me they gonna come for you

    (Album à DL en tout début de topic, faut suivre ou se mettre à jour, jsuis là pour la màj..)
     
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    Skalpel x Akye x Many The Dog -

    ACAB


     
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    [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
    Hear that choppa, hear that choppa
    Hear that choppa ring, and then I-
    Yeah right, y'all know that ain't my thing
    Boy, I sold crack rock with Blacklock
    Turn back blocks into black ops
    Stuntin', turn big Willies into have-nots (yuh)
    If you get shot, man, it's a hour before Matlock
    And them show up, if your rent late
    Then they padlockin' yo door up (c'mon)
    My come up was ugly, store trips colorful money
    Four-fifths huggin' the tummy, warships, nothin' was funny
    That Brooklyn borough is thorough
    Over bitches, Bengals they throw bullets like Burrow
    And put you in the ground like you burrowed
    Then spin your block again just to make all that murder shit plural
    I can't believe I made it, like sperm that's supposed to be sterile
    But herе I am and my words are certainly fertilе
    A twist of the wrist, your favorite artist turns into a mural
    Y'all wearin' dresses and purses, dressin' in Birkins, fam
    I put a cap in that gown, pop and circumstance

    [Verse 2: Namir Blade]
    I can tell you ain't from 'round that
    Tell your favorite rapper that I want my sound back
    (On God) My ni**as can't allow that
    We hop up in the whip and pull up where your house at
    With the loud strap
    We dem Browns, where you found that?
    Unannounced, bitch
    Keep the pace, then we bounce (hoo)
    Ni**as off-priced, so much cap it's astoundin'
    East Side ni**a run amok in your township
    Back in that lab again
    Back on yo ass again, I bagged and tagged
    Then whip through Madison, now East Afghanistan
    We murked 'n' skrrt, do dirt like Zatarain's
    I been so adamant, so cold like avalanche
    I go by Babalam, in my bag again
    Mo' moolah, mo' problems, go crazy
    [?], headshot 'em, red-dot 'em
    Fed-watchin', two Os
    [?] tunnel under just like I'm El Chapo
    Back up on my bullshit
    Me no send no stance, bitch, you get a full clip (huh)
    Whole squad on some bullshit
    This that churches [?]
    Pulpit, you fuckin' with a cool kid
    Loose deuce clique, small room full of goons
    Could become a tumor, a nuisance
    Fuck a shed, my dawgs come with a toolkit
    They act a fool with
    All my dreamers be elusive, I need the whole team

    [Verse 3: Stalley]
    Cold-blooded, I been hunted by a slew o' ni**as
    Body bags, toe tags how I do it, ni**as
    Shotgun with a blue rag out the window then we blew on ni**as
    Ridin' round all night until the sky done went light blue on ni**as
    Yeah, we up (yeah, we up)
    Yeah, son, we up (yeah, son, we up)
    Shinin' like the 90s, Juelz's truck
    I got the rope link with the boat anchor
    Outside, I don't know danger
    Hang around like a coat hanger
    Still slidin', I throw fingers
    Press the issue (press the issue)
    If a ni**a's ridin' wit' you
    Then they leavin' wit' you (then they leavin' wit' you)
    If you owe me, then you pay me
    I don't miss a nickel (I don't miss a nickel)
    I'm a fuckin' symbol (fuckin' symbol)
    My checkbook on Steve Ballmer
    I'ma do what I want, don't believe karma
    Hit the lot, get a new whip
    Drop the top, then bleed on 'em (skrrt)
    Ni**as talkin' like they cold as shit
    I ain't never seen a sneeze on 'em
    I cough up another brick
    Build a house, new keys on 'em
    That's another mansion in North Georgia
    While ni**as goin' on foreclosure
    That M3 my fourth order
    Yeah, I got a lake out back, I'm sittin' on 50 (acres, acres)
    If you said I wouldn't make it, y'all just (haters, haters)
    And we don't pay attention to none of that
    Y'all pocket-watchin' and clock-clockin'
    We sittin' right where the numbers at
    We quarterbackin', we play-callin'
    We hand it off then run it back
    We foresees in the Four Seasons
    White winters and summers black
    Now how the fuck they gon' handle that?
    I came for the whole thing
    I know you ain't expected that

    [Verse 4: Solemn Brigham]
    Hold the work, need to skrrt
    Hold the cheese, need to bail
    Clean the gun, clean the funds
    Clean my hands, clean the scale
    Do my dirt, at the dance, ain't tryna flirt
    Hit my mans, came home to first
    Watch the feds, don't overlook
    Hit the bed, but I can't right now
    Same oldheads try to take me down
    Tears so high, while the pay so low
    Everybody here wanna get a good play
    Tell 'em Brigham on four, better pray for the down
    Still got a plug on payroll
    Whole team make move when I say so
    I'ma run the whole game on my grandmama chain
    We done put a block up but it still came down
    Slay me now, let me live
    Heal me love, look me down, be my judge
    Gangsta is as gangsta does
    I got fans, they can't tell I'm just a man
    Needed love, be my drugs, need my buzz
    I don't plan, just show up, ayo
    God, don't give what you can't, ho
    I just met a bad thang, she stable
    Now she mad that the crib gotta lay low
    That's the life that you get with a playa, doe
    Same band, never know when I get home
    Fed up but we both wanna let go
    Had to put in on chill like a leftov'
    Coulda seen it all comin' from the get-go
    Ayo, I know they run up (know they run up)
    I roll up every moment
    Hit the show like, "What up?" (show like what up)
    I know they want us
    Gunna eatin' carbonadas (carbonadas)
    I know you need the ponies
    I could float if you want it
    Ayo, ayo, I know you better
    I know you won't get on it, no one told you better (told you better)
    My ponies and my homies live too close together (close together)
    Got lamb but I don't live on and say my prayer but for the moment
    Hold the peace, know the streets
    Clear the air from my ass
    Guard your coupe, flip the mat when I stash the loot
    Won't show the world, head to turf
    Break your legs, don't overwork
    Just as fam can't know for cert'
    Papa's gone, I ain't take it personal
    Might get blown, I gotta feed the Earth
    Flash the chrome, don't be a jerk
    Once you're gone, you can't watch your tone
    Rep the game, y'all know the perks
    Catch the blame, y'all know the curse
    Cops try to get me but I ran the first
    Blue check, no stimmy, but it still gon' work
    Life no gimme, but the wheel gon' turn
    Tryna make it from the red to the endzone
    (Endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone)

    C'est stylé d'entendre Solemn rapper sur autre chose que l'Orange 8-)
     
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    [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
    She dropped a load on me before they closed the door
    I be with nobody who know what's goin on inside
    My father body swollen behind my eyes
    I ain't cry for him in time, the return solar
    We on the ride forward, the reverse not workin'
    Sometimes we collide, the black sky full of supernovas
    The stars that died, no lie
    I'm still rootin' for us

    Two foots in the soil (Right)
    Rhymes force to conjoin us to the cosmic
    Spliff burnin' like crude oil

    Cool water drip like osmosis
    I set the mood for you, you know the vibes
    Today, I got time for it (Today, I got time cuz), run, Forrest
    Five on me like I'm Bob Horry for the tribe, slime
    Mamba mentality, stars falling out of the sky, Sly

    [Interlude: Little Richard]
    He was a star, when he, when I got him, he was a star
    Sly told ya that everybody is a star
    The only problem is, some people haven't been put in the dipper and poured back on the world


    [Verse 2: billy woods]
    Woke up on the West Coast for the first time of my life
    Drove cross country, but I remember those flights
    Genuflected when I heard the weed price
    White boys with the weed pipes
    Sunny days, sunny nights, mighty clouds and northern lights
    I was always bright
    So, no sooner than we touched down
    I'm seeing how we could get home and be right
    It's hard to live in the moment, but I guess I had a gift
    Hawaiian so potent, zonin' off bong rips
    I painted houses all summer, they paid by the shift
    My boss was an enterprisin' white kid
    Eagle-eyed everything you did—shit gig, but I didn't quit
    MJG and 8Ball spittin' out the whip
    Spliffs with keef at the tip
    It felt sleepy at night, but I like that, felt like you could relax
    Like you could disappear, like I wasn't surrounded by the past
    Months passed, and we goin' back
    And in the back of my mind, the plan already hatched
    The door panels already stashed
    Illinois state trooper just waiting for time and space
    To cross our path


    [Interlude: David Lynch]
    It's daydreams that I love. Where you might be controlling some of the thoughts, the dream takes over, things are unraveling before you without your intervention


    [Verse 3: E L U C I D]
    Walkin' four corners of God's country
    Group calesthenics and morning fog
    Catskill views, cats still yawnin'
    A few hundred miles from hot garbage and smog
    '89 find Airmax 90, first run
    Fresh lungs, sweet blood
    Light bugs spark blackness, back at the annex
    Past bedtime, kissin', prayin' nobody catch us
    Zap, baby powder homie sock if you fell asleep first
    Pummel body, la-di-da
    Batteries added,
    vicious cycle, hurt people hurt people
    Days of summer, carefree, haven't found an equal
    We all knew the Isleys before the Beatles
    Red moon over the rec room in direction of discovery
    Idle time wonderin'
    Thumbin' 70s Ebony mags, drippin' red ICEE on the pages
    Learned to swim in a pool where a boy drowned last year
    Wax in my ear
    I heard voices I couldn't make out in the deep end
    When I dipped my head under—come again?
    Burrs stuck to my socks
    Pinch every few steps on the way to the graveyard
    Old man Cropsey's head in my foot locker
     
  19. skamérakassé

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    Atari Teenage Riot "If The Kids Are United"



    Acab
     
  20. Dreamea

    Dreamea Membre actif


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    Dédicace à HNORD:


    "It's not the drink, man
    You keep your nerves steady
    This place ain't like it used to be
    How did you get here? What is this place?

    Call a doctor, call a proctor
    Call a father, call who's listening
    I'm the problem, start the drama
    Where's my conscience? Not with this again
    You Marlowe?
    Yeah"


    Call a doctor, call a proctor
    Call your mama, call who's listenin'
    I'm the problem, I'm the drama
    Where's my conscience? Not with this again
    Now I started this and I'll finish it
    I brandish this for remembrance
    When I wore the pic with the Power Fist
    Put some hours in, made you bow to this
    Got a lot on my lid, been trying to let off the steam
    Bring you into the scene, bust a hole through the screen
    All the rough I've been through, just to land in the green
    Got a plethora of things to help me cope when I need
    I try not to get chewed, couple holes in the teeth
    Won't wait for you, but time waits for me
    Meant nothing to you, my dimes made you see
    Flew the country to groove and brought it back to the sea

    Causing problems, far from conscious
    Not imposter, I'm my father
    Man, some images can't be doctored
    Man, I'm checking off the same old boxes
    Causing problems, far from conscious
    Not imposter, I'm my father
    Man, some images can't be doctored
    Man, you miss it, you'll never get to cop it again
    And she'll never want me again
    She'll never want me a—
    It's true, it's all true

    Call your partner, call me proper
    I'm the one that makes sure we'll prosper
    Many faces never gained no Oscar
    Cool 'cause the deal made dough, no launder
    Gotta be way too chill for the drama
    Even made promises I know I'd never honor
    I believe strange things, go and get some superstition
    Orange is the new Brigham, treat that like a new religion
    Hit 'em with some different pitches, they just keep mood-shifting
    When the plot get thicker, I come in with lacquer thinner
    Used to dream of having spinners, solemn be not chipper
    I don't play fence-sitter, sipping made my brain bigger

    All the changes, far from stainless
    Call me hating but don't call me faithless
    I've been spacing, I might call you wasted
    Talk my language, maybe solve my anguish
    Calm in places got no common spaces
    Call it off, another fall from greatness
    Time you wasted, I stole all my bases
    One more, then it's back to the basement

    Causing problems, far from conscious
    Not imposter, I'm my father
    Man, some images can't be doctored
    Man, I'm checking off the same old boxes
    Causing problems, far from conscious
    Not imposter, I'm my father
    Man, some images can't be doctored
    Man, you miss it, you'll never get to cop it again
    And she'll never want me again
    She'll never want me—

    All the changes, far from stainless
    Call me hating but don't call me faithless
    I've been spacing, I might call you wasted
    Talk my language, maybe solve my anguish
    Calm in places got no common spaces
    Call it off, another fall from greatness
    Time you wasted, I stole all my bases
    One more, then it's back to the basement

    "Everybody was closing in on me, I didn't know which way to turn
    Provided you get me a warm dressing jacket right away
    Slippers, too, I'm freezing

    Follow me, there's a fire inside"
     

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