1. |
u gud?
03:19
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Hey whats up?
You alright?
Yeah, I don't know,
you just,
you look sad.
If I wanna go to an open mic
and read poetry,
then I'll go and do it
for five people
equally as broke as me.
Woe is me.
An ode to grief's
the motif usually.
But local reach
is slow to peak.
No one can be as
blue as me.
We want stories with
a happy end.
But we don't see
the whole thing just
the credits not what's
after them.
Everything happens for a reason
and I don't fucking care.
That doesn't take away the pain,
it's here and I don't want it there.
"You should just get a more
positive outlook."
But it seems toxic to drown in
all of the found good.
All I mean is it's okay,
to not be okay.
Swallowing emotions is for
grown men who won't go away.
Let em laugh at me.
I'll shrug it off casually.
You're lack of sensitivity's
savagery.
Let me cry in this Applebee's.
No one's mad at me,
except you.
You're a sociopath.
Sounds like a great life,
have a safe night,
and I hope it lasts.
What I wanted to say,
"Let me be sad today."
What I needed to say,
"It's alright I'm okay."
I'm fine, no really
I'm doin good.
I feel great today.
If I wanna ignore my phone
for several days.
It's cause I need to
seperate and get away.
It's just a phase.
If I wanna record
a full-length of me crying.
Then I'll make it abstraction,
and call it "Heat Lightning."
There's always one guy
sayin, "Look on the bright side."
Get the hell out of
my eyeline.
Denial for a lifetime.
They'll tell you to
pull yourself up
by the boot straps.
The easel's cerebral
and equal to their loose facts.
Naw but like I read this
thing online,
mental illness isn't
even real it's your perspective.
(This guy's a doctor.
This guy read an article)
I'm wearin my grump face.
It's been a junk day.
And I don't feel the need
to tell you what's wrong,
for fuck's sake.
Look around
the world's always on fire.
And you think I should be thankful
just to perspire.
Blame my tardiness
on the fact that I used to be
a party kid until
I realized the world
is run by narcissists.
Fuck you if you think
I should stay on the sunny side.
Tellin me I need another try
and no one wants to die.
All that negativity
gets compartmentalized.
Until you're dead inside,
and you're petrified heart
gets gentrified.
The zoom intensifies,
and you're starin in a mirror.
Your reflection gets clearer,
and sadder, and weirder.
Don't be so judgemental.
It's not coincedental
that what seemed so eventful
turned out to not be
any of your fucking business.
If it's a sickness
you're one of the symptoms.
Nowadays that "good vibes"
shit just hits different.
(Chorus)
Did you see that guy?
The one in the first band?
(Happy Tooth?)
Aw man I was gonna go talk to him
and he was just like, lookin
so sad in the corner.
(Yeah, he's a baby.)
I'm like man just cheer up,
you know? Come on.
(Right.)
What's wrong with you?
(Yeah.)
Like, you should be happy.
(His set sucked.)
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2. |
Eat the Rich
03:44
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Nine times outta ten a tenant's outta time.
The landlords can't afford to own a garden
where the flowers die.
Found a line
but I'm too afraid to cross it.
When you're a hostage to an office
there's not many options.
(Sample:You may not have all you want/all you need)
You may not have all you want
or what you need.
But there's still people
who will shame you for it publicly.
They'll scream,
"Get a job,"
and then slither off.
Imperceptible,
like the minutes lost to ticking clocks.
Sick as dogs that don't even know
they're rabid yet.
No wonder criminals see your purse
and just wanna snatch it quick.
I'm yellin (Sample: Help!)
Like anyone can even hear it.
I'm by myself as well,
judging from your appearance.
They say they don't know what it's like
to not have (all you want/all you need)
I say we go commit some robberies
and burn some properties
and possibly block some streets.
(Help)
when the hands are in the air
we gotta leave.
Painfully aware of the shared
modesty from the economy
not ever properly providing
(all you want/all you need)
(Help)
(Chorus)
Eat the rich. x3 (x4)
*Last one is x5*
Everything we do's derivative.
And no one gives a shit.
Music makes money with less
intimate penmanship.
All that influenced by old white guys
with big houses.
They get a million and the
artist only gets thousands.
A puzzle where the pieces
can't be disassembled.
A film where the ending just isn't
as suspenseful.
Leaving my optics miopic.
Fuckin up my process.
If we're collecting objects
like a contest, then I lost it.
If this is all for profit,
then what's it really costing me?
And you don't really think logically,
or possibly,
or honestly
you'll ever even get
(all you want/all you need)
Everyone I know tells
me to sell myself
and most importantly
make sure you never ask for
(Help!)
They wanna know your worth,
not what you've felt.
Everyone I know is under the spell.
They just wanna take away
(all you want/all you need)
And make you beg for
(Help!)
There must be something beyond the price.
Where we can compromise
and all our awful lives aren't monetized.
And corporations still make sure the cost is high.
So you stay lost inside
and can't afford to get
(all you want/all you need)
(Chorus)
Eat the rich is a phrase they don't wanna hear.
The planet won't be here in a hundred years.
Forget about the present,
drink a couple beers.
And assume solutions
just appear when money's near.
Eat the rich is a phrase they don't wanna hear.
The planet won't be here in a hundred years.
Forget about the present,
drink a couple beers.
And assume solutions
just appear if money's near.
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3. |
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I'm more than cautious,
as far as safety goes.
Between the cold
and the concrete,
awake with achy bones.
Thinking on a future,
that's beaten down and
pistol whipped.
A place we are now,
where the instances
are rigorous.
I'm a symbolist that's
a little bit too direct.
This art is a weapon
the meaning's always a threat.
We're both in the same cell.
This won't age well.
We're all breakdown
or breakthrough.
Some people wake up
just to hate you.
Another lonely crowd
I won't even know
what to say to.
My hands bleed more
the older I get.
One man lives his dream,
the other's told to quit.
A hole to fix,
but we just keep on shoveling.
Shuddering
while my brother sings
of the suffering.
We're in the same hell.
This won't age well.
I wanted to burn it all.
So I bought a worry doll.
Purely to forget the wording
of how I would murder ya'll.
I forgive you.
Like I forgave my body.
Been friends with criminals
that couldn't wait to come rob me.
I woke up only thirty
with a hurt knee burning.
All my neighbors probably
heard me squirming.
Cursing the first thing
that started worsening.
It hurts to think.
And I can feel my rib cage swell.
This won't age well.
It's like I'm acting alert
while napping at work.
That's all the energy I had to exert.
I'm too sad to converse.
We had to disperse.
And the laughter's rehearsed.
Life's an inside joke we
aren't in on and we're mad at the words.
Injured by the embers.
Or a virus that enters
the center.
I wish I could censor
my temper.
We won't remember our ender.
I wish I could forget
what the page held.
This won't age well.
Be the chains you wanna
see broken in the world.
Be as strange as the emotions
in your journal.
I'm a guesser who keeps
his etchings inside the dresser.
I stopped wearing my heart on my sweater.
I keep it sequestered.
I've wished I wasn't born before.
But only when I'm buying plastic items
from the corner store.
There's never more remorse
than when something fake sells.
This won't age well.
This is my song to you.
A dedication.
To all the wrongs I've mused.
A resignation.
Some days the city's an eyesore.
Others I'm leaving out the side door
just to try and drive more.
I feel like Van Gogh
who's own success he can't know.
And so the days seem to pass so
god damn slow.
If you have a better way to live
than pray tell.
This won't age well.
This is a love song for
people that don't love themselves.
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4. |
Freestyle
01:22
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Hi, I decided to be a rapper.
And I hope that that's great,
even though people don't gather.
And my ego don't matter
cause there's nothing to say.
About how I just threw all
of my things away.
Cause I wanted to make beats,
I wanted to stay sweet.
I wanted to just say that it was
just gonna make me
be the best that I ever fucking could
but I'm not that great.
No, I'm not that good.
And I think people they're
just too judgy.
You kinda tell em you're a rapper
and the subjects,
they get touchy.
They say don't touch me.
And I just wanted to say you look lovely,
and that maybe we could stop
calling people junkies.
Cause everybody's got their
different afflictions.
And I think that its also something
you could judge,
like this addiction.
Like me just wanting to be this wordsmith,
that's a little bit too nervous,
and on the surface lacks a purpose.
So let's see where the thirst is,
and what even matters.
I don't really think that people
know why they wanna be rappers.
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5. |
Unknown
04:10
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I'm so underground
I'm on the other side.
I don't promote these tracks at all.
Maybe just to hide.
Maybe just to hide them.
But posting constantly on
social media's exhausting.
I just wanna eat the cake,
I don't need the frosting.
I'm so underground
I make records only for my dog.
That weigh in my head
then the pressures fully gone.
My equipment's held together
by a piece of duct tape.
If I ever made some money
I'd upgrade it one day.
I record upside down,
with a mic that's dipped in milk.
And I'm all my own features,
the position's since been filled.
I'm so fucking underground
I just record in basements.
The dog barks and I leave it in.
She's singin my praises.
I'm so unknown,
no one listens to my songs.
I'm so unknown,
no one ever sings along.
I'm so unknown,
all the people got it wrong.
I'm so unknown,
they won't miss me
when I'm gone.
My merch is vials of blood,
most of it mine.
Most of the time
get fired from jobs
sellin mixtapes for the low
on the side.
My interface is just an old
leather shoe.
I only wear T-shirts
from other rappers
who quit rapping too.
This afternoon my influences
are names I can't pronounce.
Tell me your mainstream saviors
so I know who to denounce.
I've been to more rap shows
then funerals or weddings.
I'm so underground
my whole fucking life is depressing.
(Chorus)
This isn't what I wanted
but I'm here now.
And everyone looks like surgeons.
So it's a weird crowd.
I don't carry a phone,
just a pen and notebook.
I'm a sensitive artist,
defending all my slow hooks.
My pop filter is a hanger
and some pantyhose.
Confessing my flaws
to strangers,
I'm just so damn exposed.
(Chorus)
My record's only on platforms
that don't exist yet.
No matter how bad the show gets
I'll say, "Hey, sick set."
My mom's my biggest fan
and my partner's the second.
If you're insecure
the art will start to reflect it.
My favorite acts quit music
or they haven't started yet.
All anyone wants is
to be part of the argument.
At the heart of it,
we want you to see the vision.
But then we act like we don't give a fuck
when no one listens.
(Chorus)
They won't miss me when I"m gone.
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6. |
Morse Code
02:03
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Alright so, the next poet coming
up to the stage goes
by the name Happy Tooth.
He's new to our show,
so let's give him
a warm welcome everyone.
Happy Tooth.
My dead father's lamp
keeps flashing in the corner.
I checked the outlet,
and switched the bulb to another lamp
to see if the problem reoccurred.
And it didn't.
This could only mean he's trying
to communicate in morse code.
And that's where my brain goes
immediately.
But I don't know morse code.
And I don't think he did either.
Maybe he learned it in the afterlife,
but I was too scared to figure out
if the flashes had meaning.
I could've looked it up and transcribed it
but I think if it was him,
he was either saying
fuck you,
or I love you.
And I'd like to think it's the latter.
I'd like to get a ladder,
and climb up to see him.
But I can't assume he's with the angels
when in life he made friends
with his demons.
Every evening.
I still talk to dead friends
like they're in the room.
So I easily added him to that
pool of names.
That pool of blood.
But speaking with the dead is one sided.
Mostly.
And I just wanted to assign
meaning to the flashes,
the creaks,
the sounds we only notice
when it's silent.
My dead father's lamp
keeps flashing in the corner.
I check the outlet and
switched the bulb to another lamp to
see if the problem reoccurred.
And it didn't.
I checked the chord.
Dusted it off.
And even tried talking it into stopping.
But even if it is my dad,
I don't know what I would say.
He knows I miss him,
and I love him.
The energy never really leaves.
It just changes forms.
That bond doesn't go away.
So I changed the lightbulb.
And the flashing stopped.
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7. |
Self-Deprecating
01:12
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Sorry for the dramatic shit
I said today.
I need better excuses,
besides Mars has been in
retrograde.
And these chemicals
are just as safe
as breathing in the murky air.
Hopefully Armageddon
won't mess up your perfect hair.
I've been putting myself down
longer than you have.
All my friends and family just ask,
"Why would you do that?"
I'm a little uneven,
I open doors for a living.
And get a bit out of sequence.
And so damn sure something's missing.
This is so self-deprecating.
I need meditating.
This is so self-deprecating.
I need help medicating.
This is so self-deprecating.
I feel myself detonating.
This is so self-deprecating.
Soul and body separating.
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8. |
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(Bum Theory/Chorus)
Could, would, should.
Missed for good.
Misunderstood.
Like Robin Hood.
Staring from the back
With those raccoon eyes
Tryna carve a path
Through the bathroom tiles
Was running with the sun
Was the one who smiled
While summing up
Succumbing to obtuse trials
(BdotJeff)
Staring from the back
With those raccoon eyes
Tired of carving paths
On my bathroom -- okay
I never carved a path,
but I paved the way
This just ain't to say
those weren't rainy days
Gotta face the snakes
when I rake away
Running into hurdles
when you on track this way
Facing fate
is more than facing days
And I ain't insane
life is made this way
Opposition operates appropriation
Hate the citizens
but love the nation
No protection
when your melanin is baking
Racing,
but got Rock Lee's weights and
(Like Robin Hood)
Disenfranchised
is starting to rise
Militia militants
are militarized
Maternal monetization
prioritized
Admiration
addressing an apartheid
Boy you better hide
If you ain't on the side
of the rising tide
Cause like prophesied
You may end up with
100 bullets between the eyes
Better stand back
before I buck back
and tear that hide.
(Chorus)
(Bum Theory)
Alcoholic and brewless,
a foodie and toothless,
Julius Caesar had Brutus/
Truth is, advice won't improve this,
I often feel clueless,
my logic is useless,
I can't overrule this
unruly and ruthless,
grueling to-do list,
it's true if a human
gets through all this hubris/
musing is cool
if Djimon G. Hounsou
like a fool goes
and loses the jewel, shit
(Blood diamond)
(Happy Tooth)
Staring from the back
with those raccoon eyes.
Trying not to focus
on your tattooed spine.
Got a bad news mind.
And a feeling I'm not welcome here.
Always running from something
that keeps hunting with
jealous fear.
Eat the frog.
Sleep it off.
If they ask,
we need a lot.
See the dog
breathing odd.
Ego lost to fiendish thoughts.
Eyes'll sting.
Spiralling.
To end up misunderstood.
I'm never in front of the stage,
especially if it wasn't good.
Capitalism the cause
of death on my certificate.
I don't need your
permission slip
to give a shit.
Eyes look like I rubbed em
with pepper spray
and broken glass.
Don't know the way home.
But they said to stay,
I'm getting sober fast.
(Chorus)
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9. |
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I often imagine Heaven
as a type of comfort.
So I can see old friends
and family if I'm not the
fastest runner.
Last the summer
and we'll see where it goes from here.
My sardonic hard logic
art faucet,
makes it unclear what to fear.
Bring me the head
of whoever said this was easy.
I think of the dead and if my
life story's worth reading.
If time is linear,
and birth and death's
just a signature.
One day I'll remerge,
an instant burst of
finished words
I meant at first.
Right in front of you
and newly undead.
Maybe from being unfed
and I'll say the things I left unsaid.
But it's been so long
and I'm a much different person.
Back in those days I was just a diversion.
A sunken perversion
of the thing I became.
I only say that now
because I think that I'm ashamed.
I don't know what the difference
is between good and evil.
Am I the sum of a whole?
Or the parts I couldn't equal?
I hope you recognize me,
nothing's really death-defying.
Come to think of it,
I'm not sure you ever liked me.
(Chorus)
Heaven's just a place
full of strangers.
Heaven's just a place
full of strangers.
Heaven's just a place
full of strangers.
And all the angels are
singing the same words.
We romanticize death.
Fantasize about sex.
Pantomime the theft.
amplify the threat
and canonize the rest.
Let's randomize the tests,
sanitize the flesh,
and analyze the depths
of how we can't decide
why we're depressed.
When I die
do I have to bring all
this baggage?
Or do all the bad people
forget that their fascists?
They brought an adage
to a sadness fight.
I'm burning bridges in
afterlives with what I
felt I had to write to last
the night in tragic times.
(Chorus)
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10. |
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(Happy Tooth)
Things are as they are
cause they were as they were.
I can feel you staring as
I'm learning the curve.
Skepticism is a symptom.
The default position.
By definition it's something
we've all envisioned.
Dreams all conditioned.
And god created overdose.
We sleep in rhythym
and the dog knows when
his owner's home.
We don't mean no harm,
so far.
We just want honest ears.
If I ever bled I had a head
full of my father's fears.
I won't have children,
if they inherit loneliness.
The last thing the world needs
more of is broken kids.
I said what I said.
Embedded in webs.
Indebted in a sense.
Death is repetitive.
Dredging regrets.
Let it unrest.
Let it ache and burn
if it's about to rain.
Invest in my mistakes.
The body breaks when bound in pain.
Things are as they are
cause they were as they were.
Past lives are secrets.
The burden's a blur. (Sure.)
Things are as they are
until they aren't anything.
We don't see death's door
until we start entering.
(Then we sing.)
(Chorus)
I don't know
how I know.
But I don't
know anything.
(Dug)
I inherited some demons
family heirlooms
so I keep them
but I wonder if I am the first
one of us who sees them
it's Hereditary,
blame it on the Paimon
feel that hopelessness
from way up inside your ions
if when you build yourself up a little
it means several more pylons
the things you planned
to do a week ago
they start to pile on
when your
self acceptance
feels like a selfish preference
then you start breaking down,
freezing up,
disconnecting
it's all,
been reflected
even if you're introspective
it's a long conversation,
interject or intercept it
it's a game of telephone
I feel I'm here to interrupt it
fill up all those tears
in a bucket,
on a budget
I'm in public
and I'm wincing from the spotlight
never was a moment
I didn't feel a little not right
it's harder to admit
that all the trauma is a cycle
when you don't know about the wheel
and all the spokes are in denial
yo
(Chorus)
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11. |
Mask
00:30
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Hey could you do us a favor
and just put on a mask?
Did it fall in the trash?
Or your not scared of the facts?
I could barely ask
before he started to laugh.
I said,
"Forget it bro,
I'm sure you've never
even seen a graph.
I take it back.
Forget I said shit.
But if you get near
me clearly
you must have a deathwish."
He mumbled leftist,
and left quick.
Right to the exit.
And I replied,
"Let's just hope that
none of us get sick.
Shit."
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12. |
WTWAP
03:53
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When the world's at peace
no one will have it worse than me.
Artists won't know what to talk about
but clout and currency.
We'll have cured disease,
there won't be emergencies
or any surgeries.
We won't need police or priests.
No one gets the third degree.
We'll party all day,
but we won't get addicted.
Too smart to pray,
but not enough to be conflicted.
Hands to throw a brick with,
but we'll use them to fix shit.
One day I'll be a meme.
But not one you've seen.
Maybe then I'll live my dream
to make it sensory intentionally.
Instead of illusory.
No questions asked stupidly.
Just conclusively.
No one will get wistful
over how it used to be.
When the world's at peace
battle rappers'll go extinct.
No one will take it personally
or hurtfully.
So you'd think.
I'll write every verse for free,
with a sense of urgency,
and when I think about art,
payment won't even occur to me.
We burned all the trees.
It hurts to breathe.
And the past is tinted.
When the world's at peace.
It will have ended.
(Chorus)
WTWAP
We won't have to seperate
the art from the artist.
WTWAP
Everyone you know won't
be starving in garbage.
WTWAP
The government might
stop harming the harmless.
WTWAP
It'll be the keeping it part
that's the hardest.
When the world's at peace
there won't be holes in our ozone.
We'll stop saying FOMO,
and when you want
you can go home.
Everyone will be so woke.
We'll transcend to energy.
When the world's at peace
America won't be the enemy.
Empty thieves,
will get what they need eventually.
And I won't need breathing
exercises to try and center me.
Old heads will fuck off and die.
Or they'll get so senile
they just watch the time.
When the world is finally peaceful
and we're equal.
I'll stop making these records
and bothering these people.
I'd be a seagull,
screeching at pedestrians.
But I guess that's just what my heaven is.
I won't need a specialist,
psychiatrist,
or therapist.
we won't need to lie,
we'll tell the truth we're
all embarrassed with.
When the world's at peace
we won't even believe it.
We'll go to war with ourselves
until we're free to be elitist.
(Chorus)
When the world's at peace
we can go to shows again.
We'll go every night.
All the drunks will have
sober friends.
When the world's at peace
we'll have a huge party.
None of our leaders
will wanna start a new army.
(When the world's at peace
we'll instantly get bored of it.
We'll turn on friends and family
and we'll go to war with them.)
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"Both Happy Tooth and BDotJeff spoke to the idea that music can be therapeutic, and writing and recording is now less about reaching a larger audience than steadying the turmoil within. “You do start to question your own motivations, like, why am I doing this?” Happy Tooth said. “And I’ve realized that I love the art, and I have to make it because deep down it makes me feel better.” - MatterNews ... more
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