There's a parade of obese bigots blissfully walkin the yellow brick
A gritty road, a group of old odes sung to obey 
Beckoning and rewarding the ignorant
Heckling the karma puppets bickerin for a spot 
Amongst the cutthroat capital zoo

There's a parade of happy logos
Logically arranged for sappy loco chaps
Who pay their souls to the broke down corporate shacks
Shit, I got a dollar fifty in my pocket wonder 
How many true news stories I could follow 
Fore they get inflated, out of proportion

There's a parade of horrors in the American Story:
A genocide of natives, a slavery of a species, 
Demonization of the Other to make way for the 
White Christian Supreme
Two cent plastic Halloween masks
Plastered to the face 
Two faced, three faced, seven faced 
Poly-prismed policy goons
Fragments of a beautiful mind, stagnant in these meaningful times

There's a parade of two maniacal clowns 
Camouflaged amongst distracting pranksters
Children with a mic on a podium for the gangsters of 
Television, big banks, pharma and the fed
Valuing rhetoric over scientific fact
Tactile words mold the double mirror

There's a parade of emails surging through
Private eyes serving no purpose but fraud
The win over Sanders was a fraud

There's a parade of senile snails purging proof
A brother for the tired eyes of Fox news
Proving political fraud 
The capital system is a fraud

There's a parade marching by but the eyes of the crowd gaze aside at:

Snowden, the Kardashians, Toni Lahren, Kapernick, department store sales that'll flatten shit, locker room banter, celebrity tweets and ranters, congress clowns meander, outlander immigrants, ISIS terror, nicest foreign endeavors, neo-liberal imperialists 
Leavin the whole world in tethers.

#whatatimefordistraction

Don't Wanna

The third installment of Awkward Glances. Only listen to this in the dark.

Coming straight out the swamp that's supposed to be draining
Well it hasn't it's been acid raining
Bubbling up the trouble to a double level
Slaying dozens of tacitly turning witches 
Watch what they cuddle
Hop inside the kettle get cooked
Victims be tethered and shook
What's in the book
Cuts too deep in the nooks
It looks like getting real lost in the woods
Without a compass or a pen
Or a map or a friend
Orifices glowing for a knife wound again
From a couple shy hooligans
That wanna be cool under a misunderstood lens
Wanna hop the gate for the greener grass across the fence
Shit's intense, neighbors getting lynched
Pissed off leaders shouting, getting dissed
No wonder everybody feels pinched
Between a shock value collar calling up some dogs to come holla
And a pile drenched in Egyptian musk stench, 
It's inaction hence, the squashed spring recoil's immense
Follow mean green upheavals keen to swallow
Fiends taller than Apollo, scream father
We got the
Power team, seems we gotta steal alotta 
Dreams gotcha, seeing us as Hezbollah
(You don't feel guilty at all)
No I don't, it's society's fault
Always tryna find the goat always tryna find the god
And get stoked
(You don't feel guilty at all)
No I don't, it's society's fault
Always tryna find the goat always tryna find the god
And get stoked
(Manson: I might be ashamed of that...)
Another death another sob story
Top of the charts 
Gory for the kids get em pouring into 
Allegoric divisive lines, give em the right design
They be like "uhh sure thing"
(You don't feel guilty at all)
No I don't, it's society's fault
Always tryna find the goat always tryna find the god
And get stoked
(Manson: Are you mad?...)
(Ramirez: This nation)
Has the satanic roots, impatient
And teachers be faking
Text books tell us we shook the foundation
(Ramirez: This country is founded on violence)
Of democracy but it's hard to see
Past the gleeful shopping sprees
In genocidal casings
Fend off primal daydreams of butcherin
But we tribal in faces
Pacing and pacing I'm wasting away 
In this base of stagnation
The taste in my mouth is in flames 
With inflation
Just need meditation
But force fed medication
Frustrated populists aiming to slice and maim
The outsiders maintaining supremacy
It's our nation

So put yo fist up 
For the flyest motherfucking mascot
Most honest human with the mask off
Satan Satan
So put yo fist up 
For the flyest motherfucking mascot
Most honest human with the mask off
(this is too much)
(Ramirez: satanism)
Satanism say-satanism

Say Satanism

The third installment of Awkward Glances. Only listen to this in the dark.

On Edge (interlude)

The third installment of Awkward Glances. Only listen to this in the dark.

First four minutes a gory image
A stained laboratory unfinished gritty 
But truth in it
A blemish on his the proof 
In whiskey bottles burn 
Redden up pace
Laces tied up in the forest watch that
Good guy standin there right behind your back
Best be ready for the chase
Them slender men snatchin 
Gon make haste 
Don't vacate
The kinder crackle as of late
The pen don't seem to stab as of late
So I'll, be defendin on the slab grab a plate
Be the new Hannibal, feast on remains of the empire 
Fake my death be found coma state
At the bottom of Crystal Lake

Edboi Viva:
Outta Davey Jones' locker if you say my crystal's fake
I’ll crash a party, take the chips, juice all of the fucking cake
It’s up for no debate 
(I knew it)
There’s some things I needa get off my chest
I got the key like a AP that just rests on my chest
I’m an admiral you just another captain at best
I’m admirable another good guy just like the rest 

Everyday I put on my garments I seem so harmless 
You trust me far as Caribbean shores is 
Don’t need the gold I’ll take your soul to settle the fortune 
I’ll go easy on the body, your mind is for torture 
Pen just inked like the kraken and it’s aimed at you artists
An angel but so filled with darkness 
My only solace is to leave you soulless 
Just tell these niggas I am the sea 
And every riding wave is a part of me

Lucid Dreams:
Claimin' lives from the booth, live from the mic
Callin' moves like jigsaw
Have you fighting for your lives, killin' in-laws 
When I hit yo dreams, it's not Elm Street
It's Simcoe
With a pack of games, couple Reese's, and a nympho
Might hire a doctor just to stitch up my victims
Random acts of violence just a part of my system
Pain is just a cautionary image
Catch you at your last destination then I'm finished
Fuck a movie, Dreams a horror vision
Pullin' out the demons within them
Beware of Satan's strongest weapon, that's friendship
Rap game Jason's machete with the pen bruh
Shamalan with the suspense, a
Really deadly four time offender 
Curious killer, menace with the mic and a mentor
A really good guy and yes ummmm
He's a friend of

Fluze
Hi ,hello, howdy do, how do you do
Better not snooze on Fluze is coming to get you. 
In ya sleep I creep breifly, I’m Freddy, deadly with the rhymes real heavy.

Patient keep on waiting for my time like I’m Chucky. 
Shit is really child’s play, 
Like you still on MySpace
The fuck outta my face,
Yes I need my speed like a highway, 
Final Destination when the tires race

Carbon from the fire place thoughts like I'm Norman bates
Psycho, straight out the greens, whatchu mean, Halloween like I'm Michael,
Head keep on banging like a tyco 
Drummer summer solstice full cycle
 
Tantalizing rhetoric the good guy
Hit you with a settlements 
Tell you it’s for the betterment never can get ahead of it
But In the end Im your friend till the dead of it
 I’m your friend till the dead of it.

Good Guys (feat. Edboi Viva, Lucid Dreams, and Fluze)

Everything's Wrong

Donald The Menace

The third installment of Awkward Glances. Only listen to this in the dark.

Wake up frustrated
Everyday's a new nightmare, pulsating
Maggots null, numb to rotten garbage
Good god a monster, I'ma stab him like
(boogah)
Uhh too bad the blood bathe is soaked up in our clothes
It's folksy heritage like a coon cap
With more hiss than dirty boom bap
(surprise Sydni)
Yo who's that?
A fluzie shackled in a stacked feudal castle
Boobs intact for a futile noob to try and lose that
(oh what I'm gonna do to you)
Virginity to
Hope they don't scream out 
(Fuck you!)
Go after a broad with a broad sword confused about her moans
And ask if she wants more
She says "no"
You ask
(why?)
Not tryna be a wise guy over here my dear I swear
Just another ugly motherfucker born to be a sucker
With a blank stare
To spooka the neighbors like 
(boogah)
Michael Myers, chillin by a clothes line 
Waiting to tie up hoes in mind
Foes will divide be like
Freddy vs. Jason in a nose dive
Fighting over the best flavored kid
(we did your mom a favor Syd)
So what's your favorite horror movie 
Sort out sorta sordid writing with a lardy doobie
(first I'm gonna tear your lips out, that's what I'm gonna do)
Lights go out no time for loddie doddie ask Scooby
You best be grabbin keys to the hooptie
(I'm ready baby get up, get up)
Look out the front door another stranger with a hoodie 
and a black extension cord
Wanna punish all the sick sinners with raw sores
Put the paws on the floor 
Beasts growlin for death's encore
Slash them entrails he'll use em as a friend's lure

Mid-interlude

Her body went limp after stab number 26
Fabulous model for eternal slumber hump her like a rabbit
Crumblin' from tryna quit Trix
Only sex could bring the
(boogah)
Fix
Once the taste buds tantalized more needs grow
While the clock ticks
More seeds to row
Into the continuous mosh pit
(Let's face it, these days you gotta have a sequel)
An evil little garden fed fecal 
And pure bred people 
The exposition blood and guts and it's 
Only the goddamn prequel
(I saw her lifeless body)
So sleep all you want stay peaceful, 
It's all good till they got a fuckin
(boogah)
Killer at the peep hole
(movies don't create psychos..)
Savin alittle smooth rap for screwed caps 
That're kinda loose still searchin for clues that
Pull back the cool black veil 
Seein the beauty in the horror.

Awkward Glances

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