My Cats Died And So Did I

Produced by poeticsid

I think it’s time to watch the party go.
By the collar, throw them out the window.
Fuck Trump, Fuck Graham, we all know.	
I’m talkin’ neoliberals on the down low.

They couldn’t find a win surgically attached to their chin,
let’s flay skin, metaphorically, then slay kin, in a story, then
break their heads if they’re over forty then, kick them down to beg for sorry.

Even then, vote ‘em back to bed, democratic party’s dead.
Bloodshed, aint friendly fire when they took out Bowman.
Go home Cuomo, homos know, it’s time for Zohran.

Took out Bush, Cori, not Georgie. I’m put on earth to take out Cory
Booker, in his white shirt. Go to hell, he’ll hurt,
stands up sometimes, pissed pants crying, not for Palestine.

He’s a good one, bad ones even worse,
wrote the crime bill, pissed off Lance from the Serfs.
Old age made him hand off to Kamala, 
Muricans don’t like black women, that’s aprobalam.


Who knows, we vote, rock the boat, we spoke, they choose, said hope, said change, don’t know, our rights go, blame me, spiteful, be me, see, POC, AOC, sensible, senate seat, cheese me, no mo’, we homos’, and trans youth, uncouth, fuck Schu, Chuck you, hawk tu, fuck you, you fucked us, so fuck you.
Trade Emmajority of y'all for Brooks.
Hate the authority, y’all are crooks.
Be kind to people, be ruthless to systems.
You ain’t in, listen, we’re going nuclear fish’n.
Carlin, we’re getting dead and big breakfast club bread.
God can’t save your ched,
source, the fed, I’m unfed.
Ate the rich, now I’m fed.
Ate a bill, maybe ten.
Ate a trill, Amazon.
Ate a Shill, Elon.
Ate a bill, Pentagon.
Ain’t feel, Ramadan.
I think it's time to watch the party go.
Send them out to orbit, past Pluto.
Fuck Vance, fuck fuck Kelly, we all know.
I’m looking inward this time though.
Kendrick my idol, Macklemore my homey,
the one white knight with fire in his tummy.

Where we at, we got bats, we got gats
Flip a switch, we got sticks, we got BICs, they starvin kids.
They just bone, out of stone, rubble homes, what’s a phone, 
what's a bill, what's a ceil, what's a meal, what's a loan, mostly gone, Hu's got the throne.

Netanyahu that hu (ad lib)

How delightful,
we so shy so.
I don't stifle,
on my kinfolk.  
I'm big bashful, full of gas so,
fuck with me and get your stash gon’.
That's a promise bro. I said no mo.
Get gone, don't check that x wrong.
Phone bank my cock, bought a glock,
stop shop, before you get your head shot off.

Sometimes I wonder what King would do.
Fuck ‘em up or show them how peace would do.
Disappointed with white moderates.
106 more than Kurt Vonnegut.
Pretty clear, would urge us queers,
reject fear, the purge is near.
We face historical silence.
Embrace rhetorical violence.

Sometimes I wonder what x would dough.
Fuck em up or kill ‘em like a sushi ro’.
Not cooked, raw, right hook, jaw,
we clicked, yah, we blicked, brah.

It's really time to watch the party die.
Send them off now at high tide.
If they want to run for president.
I want to see them irrelevant.
Maybe Warren, that's a compromise,
neoliberals get euthanized.
Bought time millennials earned a dime,
unkind perennials, not your time.

Rhetorical Violence (Watch The Party Go)

Produced by Roy Royal

Took some hits, but I got up.
Spent some bucks, won the lotto.
Well in my dreams, I’m being mindful.
mind full of dreams, but no art tho.
Wrote a song, feeling wrong on a Monday. (MAHN-day)
What new though, stand still I’m just a stencil.
When will I wake up with a million bucks
In my pocket out of luck, no charms
No fucks, no lust, just dust, and rust 
from my desk, no rest, just death, what a mess.

They gone, but why though? I’m here, but spiteful.
Long days not enough daylight fo (FOE)
dark outside, overcast Seattle. (SEE-at-TULL)
Rain space needle I need you
a little less than you need me
leave me to my feelings.

With speed, I fly so high
to face my fears Imma deer
In the headlights. I might
stag clear of animals for years
or decades, I ache, no faith, just fate.

I can’t see their names, turn the page, I’ll cry,
nowhere's safe, my walls filled with pain, cat shelves,
look good, maple wood, they’ve stood 
test of time sooner than they should.
Did what I could every day.
But  It’ll never be the same.
They lit my flame, so I’m grateful.
It’s just a shame, isn’t it tho.
All alone in a 2 bedroom, the quiet’s nice and peace is sinful.
My sleep is good. Awake alert. But nooooo Boogs.

Seattle

Produced by Roy Royal

I’m a light skin nigga from Manhattan,
grew up in the frigid white west and
made me take off my Yankee the first day of the 1st grade,
guess they whitewashed my brain ey.
No chance to make my mind made.

They made me cut my hair short, greased it back with pomade,
‘fro— they touched it, wore a bucket, played a trumpet in a parade.
Thirty ‘fo my shorty bought a Black condition-er (cun-dish-uhn-AR).
My hair popu-lar (pop-yu-LAR).
I can’t condition-her (cun-dish-uhn-HAR),


to stay today. I stressed, she went away, never had braids. 
I sit alone with dead cats, I’m feeling gay. 
Try to avert my gaze, nigga said “I’m never fazed”, conceptually I have it made.

Not underground, under earth, where’s my self-worth, under dirt.
I smooth my shirt, gave birth to a decent verse.
I’m an introvert, growing out the multiverse, but my flow is full of filler words.

Back to my origin, born of sin, we bastards. They a couple alcoholics, let’s pray they didn’t birth anoda.
My mama, American artisan, tried her best, but I’m depressed and full of trauma.
Big Steve, never had it easy, stabbed a man, went to jail, never meant to leave me.
Ellieeeze very cool, never there, I lean back, breathe fire, and claim I don’t care.
Ohhh Yeahh.

Yankee

Produced by Syndrome

I’m a quadroon coon, black as the moon.
I conclude, black as MM..FOOD.
White chocolate caramel complexion,
black as fentanyl, still not accepted.


Not blessed with father's melanin.
Get less from pa makes you less black when?
Raised by a single white mother,
amazed that sigil unmake a nigger.


Keep me on your side or die.
No exceptions, not to mess with. 
Peep these hazel eyes,
see the Dark Knight uprise. 

Logic didn't go far enough.
DJ Drama, hit me up.
We Creators, no debate here (HUR).
no biracial, erasure (uh-ray-SHUR). 

I'll take shit, I'll take hate
Just admit I'm blacker than drake.
Bigger spirit, hotter fire,
larger brain, better writer.
 
More discipline, less wealth,
worse health, unhelped.
Unrelenting, uplifting,
no hinting, just spitting.

I’m a black man, never code switch.
Shame superfans who don’t hitch.
Don’t blame me, I follow GOAT’s orders.
We need soldiers, who smolder, disorder.


Wouldn’t benefit me then, doesn’t benefit me now.
Yet somehow, you found a way to discredit a noun.
BET I’m the best nigga on the block.
Get passed for white shitters, I’m black as fock.

The Brighter The Berry

Produced by Syndrome

Same follows as Royal on my aquascape account.
Brain knows my uh-mo, nitrite GH, amount.
See hoes too, that’s my go to.
Chiller for Lace, got mad gas and cars boo.
Lilac crab with a fucking Boesemani.
Oh oh three saline, for fiddle craw-bee.
Fully planted, enchanted brack wonderland.
Found a gold clam, buried under sand.
At the beach, identify local leaf, val.
I love snails, not escargot, pal.
Aesop Rock the only bro who floats my boat.
If you flow you flow.

No hooks in the first half, a Scru’s loose in the booth man.
I’m kind Faced, here’s blind faith, this one’s for you dad.

If you catch every line the first time you’re lyin.
Well informed, across plats, forms, designin.
Jack of all trades, master of many.
Any game, any stage any day, bet me.

I’m Dean Withers (ad lib)
Respec on a whim, resurrect the fallen.
Upset fascists, invulnerable baldin.
Snap, trash, in half without holdin
back. In fact, wish that kid, exact HIRE-len.
Respect Eldra’s Brightsongs.
Chillin' out near comp-uh-ton.
Gat, back, flip, shield pressure, press her(HAIR) 
back to ledge, no jump, turnip(turn-UP), and just bair.
Pillar stack, shine, fire wine, combo time,
SD fine, I don’t mind. I’m not a homey man(MINE).
I’m cracked, got doubles. He grab, in trouble.  
He roll back, on rollback, react fast, then laser camp. 
Psyche, dash back, dash in, minus 6 dair for the win.
Shine grab, forward throw, lets see you block that bro.

No hooks in the first half, a Scru’s loose in the booth man.
I’m kind Faced, here’s blind faith, this one’s for you dad.

If you catch every line the first time you’re lyin.
Well informed, across plats, forms, designin.
Jack of all trades, master of many.
Any game, any stage any day, bet me.

My form erratic, thoughts automatic.
Left earth, crossed planets, flew past, goddammit.
Jack of all trades, master of many.
Any game, any stage any day, bet me.

Learned to code, won a thon.
Script kitty in me god.
Loco anis, not crazy anime.
Movement tricks, not melee.
Dragon animation wiz.
Now they based off the greatest,
Me. The pixie wing kingly
tiefling, standing by Nikjima, we fiending.
If you know your flow.

If You Flow You Flow

Produced by Roy Royal

No car, it’s a choice not a chore.
Ride the bus, fly past, see stupid people blur,
from the drive, rocking It’s Almost Dry.
T talkin about drive-bys and how his homey died.

Got a simple mind, single thought, really high,
in the crib, all the time, but really though I’m super fine.
No whip, cat’s sick, he dead, get lit, in bed, left my bitch now I’m tryna spit.	
Sit alone, on my phone, in my bed feeling dead, momma wanna hang gonna stay home instead.
Leave 'em on read, read another Reddit thread, pop on some tunes and listen to what JIDy said.

Where’s the wordplay, pens working all day, fingers start bleeding, but I’ve got nothing to say.
Single syllable rhymes all the time, repeats, bites, he’s faking it, not close to making it.
If I was a vampire, I’d put the steak in, but I’m too tired, I’ll microwave chicken.
It’s kinda bloody, I see a Redbone. I'll never be sober, paranoid cause I'm stoooooooned.

(ad lib)
I’m stooooooned babaaaaay
Yahhh

Ride the train, the One Line, north to the south side. 
Brain sourced Lamar’s lyrics, a gold mine.
If one verse can fuck up the game, then One Line rap will make them insane.
No reception in the tunnel, no Spotify shuffle,
collection in trouble, Blu loaded, a miracle.

Man on the train, blasting a boombox. Wanna think he lame, but he listens to Tupac.
Game recognized, remove my headphones. Brain reorganized, enjoy the tight flows.
My people hurt, broke makes ‘em noisy. Recognize their worth, I’m just enjoying.
The flo GOAT’s dead, Lo goes to see him. Not choose instead, so gotta beat’em.
Not quite a privilege, really just a burden. The best are gone and the good are staaaaaarvin.

(ad lib)
We’re faaaaaamined babaaaaay
What we gonna eat?
Is it you? Hit me up.

(deadpan skit)
Tacos? But not like Taco Time.
Taco Del Mar? Well that’s more of a burrito thing.
I really like ummmm Taqueria Tk (abrupt cut)

If You Flow You Flow

D-xterous