     where have these snaps been all Covid long....... Did the algorithm person get arrested?  :<)

.                                       Man is Free                         At The Instant He Wants To Be.                                           •★• Voltaire

Why in gods name did this not top the chart 7y ago

also blogged in Ukraine http://wetchina.blogspot.com/2016/02/astronautalis-sike.html full EP stream

I want a remix where you swap only the word "practice" for "playoffs??" and use the Jim Mora clip instead of Allen, but otherwise it's the exact same song.

SIKE
Produced by: Adam Pickrell
Sequenced & Arranged by: John Congleton
Additional Drum Programming: Bird Peterson 
Horns: Reggie Pace

 I've been on some burn it down, leave this town, never look back shit 
Passing out on your couch, sneaking out the back tip
 Ripping credit cards out your mailbox snatch it
 Charge it to the game playboy, it's practice
  They been on some got this, squat this, reroute the power grid
 Cops can't stop this, over our dead body bitch
 Eat this, drop this, turn it up louder kid 
Put it down in our path? Million ways around that shit  
We backstage sterilizing tattoos with beer 
You cats stay paralyzed by bad news and fear 
You underage and they ain't fucking let you in here 
Fake ID G, and buy us all beer  
I’m sick of kids who sit and bitch about how they can't get into shit 
Ya "woe is me" steez, just getting bit ridiculous
 Fucking A, you're underage, that means they just slap your wrist
 If not, you're young and fit, “Yeah Bitch! Out run the pigs!”  
Ha! And give em all trophies
And some orange slices 
Yeah, y'all already know me 
One of the only that's really grindin’
  Lazy motherfuckers wanna call it luck 
Be real motherfuckers know there ain't no such
 Thing cause i mean there ain't no free lunch
 You better fix your own plate or serve one to us
  Go on pray to your God, or complain on facebook 
Stay waiting for your Dad, to come save the day dork
 Voted for Obama, and expecting changes It’s just one big party all giving the same gifts  "SIKE!"  Like a P.O.S T-shirt! 
YIKES!  It’s only gonna get worse! 
RIGHT?  This beat Is kinda bzerk 
Turn it up louder till my fucking teeth hurt!
  Yeah girl, I own some gold teeth
I’m southern, I was taught to hold heat
Ain’t no gangster, I’ll tell that true
Rick Ross just a cop with some bad tattoos

Florida baby, yeah my neck stay real red
While you make believe pushing that white shit
You dress up gangsters can play pretend
I stay slangin that white girl round my bed

Young Steve McQueen spit that dick game
You tweet real bossy for a bitch with a tin chain
I don’t need no Maybach just to sharpen my pimp girl
Pull girls on my bike they ride my handlebars home, man!

Ooh!  Put my word on that chief
Rihanna gonna haller, the way I murdered that beat
A condom like an umbrella, King Kong in the bed sheets
Just haller at a fella when you’re done with that dead beat!

CHORUS

 See, I can write your dumb raps 
Pay me, and go buy some hubcaps
 Fake G’s talkin bout gun claps
 Ain't gonna happen, like A-Rod's come back
  Talent is cheap, money's all made up
 Gallons of beam, and the speakers based up
Fuck it!  I got nothing left to say son 
Y'all get Cryphy!  Thank you Based God! 

CHORUS 

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."
-Albert Camus


Side One Dummy Records: Worldwide
Cargo Records: Europe

Sike!

Exhausted Love

Hokey Fright

Delicate Cycle

Never Better

Purexed

The Impossible Kid

Kirby

for our friends. for our family. for everyone who is hurting or scared right now.  here is a song we wrote months ago. we werent planning on releasing it yet but… well it feels right, now.  its about fear and its about love and its about wanting more for all of us.   its called 2100. we hope it finds you well. 

love,
jaime and mike


"2100" feat. BOOTS
Produced by El-P
Co-Produced by Little Shalimar and Wilder Zoby
Mixed by Joey Raia
Mastered by Joe LaPorta
Photo Credit: Meredith Graves

#RTJ3
www.runthejewels.com

2100

2100 feat. BOOTS

El-P - The Jig Is Up

Produced by: Subp Yao
Lyrics and Lead Vocals: Astronautalis
Music: Subp Yao
Horns:
Bass:
Backing vocals: Bartees Strange

Mixed by: Subp Yao
Mastered by: Bob Macc

Artwork: Andrew McAlpine

LYRICS:

Up there in the stage lights baby 
workin on a cell phone tan.
Running till my legs were shaking,
Who could love me the way i am?

I’m drunk on whiskey maybe? 
Passed in the back of the van
You seen it all now, ain’t i crazy?
Can you still love me the way i am?

Pretty little empire I made,
full of castles.
But, it always goes the same way,
Rome collapses.

i was fiddling, babe
while it burnt down though.
But, you came and saved me
out the ashes.

Up there in the stage lights baby 
workin on a cell phone tan.
Running till my legs were shaking,
Who could love me the way i am?

I’m drunk on whiskey maybe? 
Passed in the back of the van
You seen it all now, ain’t i crazy?
Can you still love me the way i am?

“Sunday morning sidewalk”, baby
yeah i memorized that sound.
Kristofferson was right on baby
about coming down, yeah.

You cleaned my damn clock out baby,
Then you polished up my crown.
Never thought it end this way,
but look at me now!

Up there in the stage lights baby 
workin on a cell phone tan.
Running till my legs were shaking,
Who could love me the way i am?

I’m drunk on whiskey maybe? 
Southern with my god damned vowels
You seen it all now, ain’t you baby?
Yeah, you still love me the way I am.

Sike!

Astronautalis

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