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I Am (That Bitch)
02:30
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Listen
We don’t need your religion
If the past and the future are written
I am forgiven
If the past and the future are written
I am forgiven
If I give one more day
It’s for me
So I can get another _____
So I can fuck another _____
So I can hit another _____
So I can be that bitch
I don’t need a sign
I’ve got my life
Written on my wrist
Sewn on my vest
Pushing out my lips
My mantra is this
I wanna be that bitch
I wanna be that bitch
I am not a statistic
I am a glitch
Part water, part muscle,
Part vitamin, hormone,
Teflon, plastic
Stitched together day by day
Inch by inch
Your systems measure me
Bit by bit
Your systems write the code
Adjusting parameters
Taking measurements
Writing subroutines and
Calculating optimal load
But there’s something they’ll never measure
Something they’ll never know
The precise degree to which
I am that bitch
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2. |
Keep Away
03:09
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Keep it movin’, slip the lid on tight
It’s alright, you might lose control
I’ve seen stones in the shape of people fading away
In the river, dragging their soul
I can't give it away
Give it away
Times have changed, and people look ugly today
Keep ‘em strange, keep away
I can’t stay
The lights fade, the past comes back another day
Keep it movin', you might find another way
But you can't stay
You can't give it away
Can't give it away
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Fate, this is our grave
No other place, no other place
Space, you might be played
So far away, too far away
Hoo, ha ha huh-huh, hoo!!
AYYYYYYYY
Catch me on my rocket ship!
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4. |
Get U Back
04:05
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If you speak twice, I’mma get you back
I’mma get you back, I’mma get you back
If you speak twice, I’mma get you back
I’mma get you back, I’mma get you back
Sitting in the gutter like think
Skin another other like mink
Skinny little bubble suburban
Thinny little popple beats swerving
Spinning round your head rent free
When you see death, you see me
Write your fucking name on the sheet
Put your little dogs on a leash
This is the fucking year I fell apart,
The progress slips back, the habits relapse
The side effects restart
And I ain’t happy with it
Brings my whole fucking family with it
The friends, the shows, the money, even the fucking muscle tone’s gone
Just screaming “breeeeathe” waiting for food in the oven
Like it’s a metaphor for something
I kinda wonder if I should liquidate my assets for a lover
At least it’d be something
At least it’d be something
Many people wake up and discover they can’t find a job, a car, a house, a loan, a friend to listen to, a hand to hold
A general sense of knowing what the fuck is going on
A general sense that they might be taken care of
A general feeling that they might not get fucking robbed
You gotta be kidding me
You make yourself my enemy?
Top to bottom, got some fakes
Waking life, that’s the stakes
Nothing left you can take
(I am that which consumes me
All that I breathe is what entombs me)
I haven’t balled since 2011
But I been tryna dunk on you motherfuckers since I was seven
Can’t get in front of them, can’t get in front of them
Gotta get guns on ‘em
I am the antichrist
I am that power that enslaves you to your device
I am the distance we defend
Between neighbors, between friends
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Feds popping off, sure, Anarchist’s Cookbook
Black shirt, black jeans just my summer lookbook
Boy this beat sick, might call it bromoacetone
Play that Taylor Swift, we’re gon’ put some fucking Eazy on
If I get clipped by some fucking white supremacist
Back from the dead I’mma do some white eugenics shit
Buck v. Bell, ayyyy, Viva la California!
You ain’t gotta drive a Uber, they got ‘alles’ on ya
Cuz if you say - mmm - hold it up in court
That the truth can be divorced
From the words that you report
Then it might cause complications
Of the complicated sort
Like a thousand squealing hogs
On the Senate chamber floor
Billionaires make us pay for private debt
Tryna fuck a new Lewinski in a private jet
I can’t see a fucker famous off of Instagram
Without also thinking there’s some people we should put to UH
Can’t forget, you ain’t cancelled student debt
Stupid is as stupid does, do you feel stupid yet?
The next Bill Gates ain’t out getting fucking scholarships
The next Bill Gates out here counting fucking hollow tips
The next Bill Gates ain’t gon’ make a new OS
Too busy learning how to skrrt the IRS
Too busy licking boots, fiending for some clown shit (some clout shit)
Wait until they subpoena your accountant
Listen up, gonna make a new announcement
Might stitch you up, take you out like Ronda Rousey
Better yet, might come knocking on some Mao shit
Repossess, distribute, that’s the loud shit
Mizaru, ain’t see shit, I’m the President
Aim at you, eye your head, I’m the Resident
You’re getting bread? Boy, I’ll see you in the bread line
If you’re not on 4chan posting past your bedtime
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6. |
Good Time
04:07
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Raising up (raising up)
How it is (how it is)
Raising up (raising up)
How it is (how it is)
You say you know me
But I got fifty dollars if you show me
What the signs look like
What a mind looks like
In proper time
And I find myself
Thinking once again
What might happen if we didn’t have to
Pretend
Don’t say a word
Ain’t no negotiation
It’s only real if you look back before it blows
Don’t ever doubt
There’s always a new way out
We never die, we just roll on down the road
Well, God don’t have no right
Because angels never die
I know this like I know myself
Now, don’t you ever doubt
He’ll make a new way out
Cuz ain’t nobody taking me to hell
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7. |
Exploded View
02:55
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They say the game a catwalk like Balenci’
I say the game Renaissance like Da Vinci
Share the cheat codes, address the whole committee
And we see the past clearly, we got it on viddy
Yeah
I knew a guy protesting in Chicago
They cuffed him for his skin, you know how the law goes
Gave him two years at home, harassed every day
DA never prosecuted, but they still made him pay
(They still make you pay)
Yo, I got my senator on the phone
He’s got the calls, got the futures, knows where the money goes
And all along the coast, bodies drag and fall
Shadow cities grip the wall
Credit slips, inflation crawls
Poison drips and spirits cry
(They called in from the other line)
The ego dies, the id commence
Behold the death of common sense
You ever climbed a chain link fence to flee a fight?
You ever cut through barbed wire to find new life?
Nah
Focus, focus
All this bullshit
Don’t you know it?
Bought and sold it
I painted a picture of Heath Ledger in a mask
Always hanging crooked, I can’t account for that
Canted angle, that’s the crack that broke your mama’s back
The capital that robbed your mind like a bad check
You don’t get back what you deposit, ain’t no IRS
Ain’t no fraud department, no citizen’s arrest
Check the stars, check the charts, but where we’re going next
Your fantasies aren’t worth a fart, bitch, this is life and death
Self-love, inner peace
But only if it’s only me
Yeah, self-love, inner peace
Only if it’s only me
Catch the signals, scribe the runes
CAD the beat, exploded view
Tep
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8. |
Pressure Cooker
01:46
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They say it's sweet like sugar
Or at least that's what I've heard
You know, I've seen it when I'm walking through the 'burbs
You look down, maybe clutching to your purse
On your way to the airport, selfies with the ferns
Selzie with the perm
You might be afraid, bitch, I might be interred
The pressure 'bout to burst
Feeding all the worms
The pressure 'bout to burst
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9. |
Chewtoy
03:23
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Stop it now, step back, reframe
I’ve seen it rot down ink lanes (lames)
Rails deep, sponge seep
On the downtown bucket
I am your chew toy
Inside the slip, step back, two lips
Red, plump picks and you lick to my drip
I get sick pressing down on your dick
I am re-lived (re-lift)
This poison I trip (drip)
I am your chew toy
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(Short short short) shorts with the beanie
The boots with the Fiji
The type of outfit that says I want you to feed me
(Beat beat beat) Beat me at Tetris
(Box box box) Box chain necklace
Sit on my face, reading books on ethics
Seeing what he benches, give him more attention
Money, money, Maserati, when he purrs you listen
Making smart investments all the way to the bank
In a three week stink and they can’t say a thing
And when I get on the beat, beat
Well they know how it goes
And when I get on the $$ $$
Well you know how that goes
I got a rocket full of microtonal overgrowing flow mitosis
Drop it in your pocket, overdose it till you hit the coast and
Boom, lock it, fill it, curl it, find me all up in your
Room, $$ $$ on repeat until we reachin' certain
Doom, I don't like it when they call me new or fresh, I'm just
Rude, and if you wanna catch me catch me dancing in the nude
Cuz boy I try to forget
And maybe cop me a pack
Or maybe get some new kicks
Or maybe cop some new wax
And if my friends call up,
I might be tryna relax
Then I gotta cop more just to deal with the
Stresssssss
I got problems and more
I got ghosts in the back
Got a bruise on my soul
I got shows to prep, guests to vet, cash to get, and the day ain’t even over yet
[f-ether]
I’m reading my to-do list
That’s like 8-miles long,
Can’t touch this hot coffee pot
That I poured into this song
Awful or not,
This ballpoint’s all that I got,
Blowing black ink across the page
Like a juul cephalopod
I’m done with transcripts;
Im overseas
Shootin like a deuce-deuce
While givin him bofa deez
I got him in a jock but
Ya’ll just jockin my steeze,
Can’t hear the shit that you talk
But I can smell it in the breeze
This that new sound, the way the bass blows
The people on the ground with the proper angle
The funk that flip fast, the style that slip past
The foreign and backyard together at last
Like, I’m an auditory nomad
A border zone man, DJ No Dad,
Breeding beats, cytoplasmic vocab
Surrogate speakers, nuclear low jab
Folks at Channel 8 tryna send a broadcast
Yokels at the bar tryna catch a few hands
But all I know is I’m just tryna catch a few men
A bottle of liquor, and a ride to the north end
Some calisthenics and some hearty wheat bread
Some almond milk coffee and some decently good head
Staying healthy, getting a new bed
So I sleep just fine after I fuck your dad, bitch
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11. |
The Warmup
03:19
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Co-sign, splitting the pay for it
Own time, risk it and play for it
Mainline, 360, paid tour
Cash out, chill in the green room
No time, maybe you fucked up
One time, maybe you lucked up
Get yours, that's mine
50,000 stitches
Couldn’t hold together this crumbling business
We ain’t in it for riches
(They say music is dead) we’re here to witness
(No time) Press play
(No time) Maybe someday
We can pull it together, sleep through a night
We can set the people right, the warm up
Sell it all, sell it all, what’s the hold up
Waiting in line just to buy what we sold up
Back in line (is it good?) well, it’s kinda old
You don’t know what you want, only what you’re sold
Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat
Food is on the table but you ain’t got shit to eat
Seek out the things that will give you time back
And try not to crack, try not to crack
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