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Tell Me I'm Not Crazy

by Zero Tep

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inter.net Difficult to choose just one favorite track. It's a versatile, honest and somewhat cheeky release. Love that about it. It's fun, it's abstract at times and just a balanced medley for your musical diet! Favorite track: On and On (feat. F-ETHER).
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1.
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
2.
Keep Away 03:09
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
3.
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!
4.
Get U Back 04:05
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
5.
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
6.
Good Time 04:07
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
Chewtoy 03:23
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
10.
(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
11.
The Warmup 03:19
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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A vocal album.

Watch the "TELL ME I'M NOT CRAZY" FILM, featuring multiple music videos, artistic vignettes and behind-the-scenes videos, unreleased tracks, and bits of poetry and philosophy: www.youtube.com/watch?v=55wOc7Zh2o0

Stream the album: fanlink.to/sn2S

If poetry is distillation,
art is alchemical charlatanry -
one thing to the consumer,
another to the aristocracy,
another to the alchemist,
yet another to the historian.

Cat. No. SBV-039

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Featuring F-ETHER on "On and On":
f-ether.bandcamp.com
soundcloud.com/f-ether
www.instagram.com/f_ether
twitter.com/f_ether

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released November 24, 2023

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