Name: Dead Bahai Guy by Dolphin Space Program
Duration: 8 min
Description: A religious tale of extraterrestrial epicness.

A religious tale of extraterrestrial epicness.

Almost Suitable for Children

Dead Bahai Guy

Rich Mas Prod. Frank Medley | London Grime UK Rap Hiphop Pop Rappers Rapper Lofi Bars Xmas Christmas

Aroma

A little jab at being a little big around the midriff

Lyrics:

I was contemplating man's fall
as I was puttering around the mall
It's best to be the sort of hack
Who can do more than the LAMP stack
God grant me the serenity
To accept the things that are so over
The courage to say
Fuck it we ball
And the wisdom to know
When we are so fucking back

Do women focus
More on the stakes than the odds
And as my life mercilessly plods
I spiral toward the locus
Of blaspheming the gods

Girls flirt 
By orbiting your general location
Like an electron
And in the days of the IBM Selectric
The going social metric
Was whether your aesthetic
Didn't make her yawn

She said while we were watching Crayon Shin-Chan
I wonder why
There’s an obesity problem
In a country 
Where everyone’s supposed to be 
The bigger man

I don't mean to say your pudge
Doesn't make the grade
But your posture is a monument
To every self-betrayal you've made

Continuing on the subject of heaviness
I said the top quark is jokingly
Compared to Kierkegaard
Because one day he conceived
Of the mother em-dash
And she batted her eyelashes
And retrieved a blunt from her sash
And I felt significantly less kingly

Well look honey
We need to make more money
I don't mean to suggest
That you thump a Bible
But at times your admittedly
Top-flight virtuousness
Is at cross purposes
With survival

She'd had just about
Enough of my fucking nonsense
You never really understand the world
Until you meet someone who lies
Without a single shred of conscience

She said
I keep trying to explain 
What weaponized incompetence is
To my boyfriend 
But he still just doesn’t get it


Being autistic 
Is like being shadowbanned
But in real life

One part of seduction 
Is desire displacement
You are not committed
To fidelity
But rather to salience
So do not put too much reliance
On self effacement
A reduction to common sense
Seems better fitted
It seems to me

I don't think the proximal trigger matters
Most leaders hate
When you maximize utility
Because it disrupts
Familiar behavior patterns

I didn't really care for the aroma
My strapping young lass said
As I was about to throw up
That the final aggregator
Is the vertically integrated sensor rollup
And I said 
That shit that used to come in Grape
And she glared at me 
As if I'd said I invented tape

I was throwing a fit
Because i was suspended
In a web of self referential
Fart huffing pseudo intellectual bullshit.
I was fleeing
as hard as I could
In motion centripetal
From Das Kapital
And that didn't please her one bit


Anyway so, it would seem
That conspiracy is the glue 
Holding history together
Just between me and you
If you find a toilet in your dream
Don't use it

Big Chungus Among Us

Darling, don't you ever leave me 'cause my sadness will consume me in the Dark

DARK

A little current happenings piece

Lyrics:

Now listen all you swinging dicks
What I say will probably
Not sound entirely fair
But paying for databricks 
Is the data engineer version
Of sitting in the cuck chair

There once was a guy with the tism
Who was put off by offensive realism

And away down south at the Sigint station
They caught the threads
Of a high level conversation

The latest Simón Bolivar
was expressing extreme frustration

As a result of my signal failure
To quell a little dissension
I forgot to mention
I'm under attack by demons
With poor reading comprehension

The man up north, ventured forth
You seem to have something stuck in your craw
Now I don't want you to get uptight
Are you still a believer
In international law?
Cause at sixty-three 
It's marginal right

He proceeded to confide discreetly
We don't cotton to
All this retorting
About the mass deporting
He then rejoindered sweetly
With the taste of a sugary confection
We are remigrating in the other direction

Somewhere in downtown Caracas
There ensued a pretty good size
Altercational fracas
And the good El Presidente
Got snatched from his mattress
And the fellas had plucked their prize

The admiral on the scene gave a snort
While reading the after action report

I don't mean to be condescending
But delusional self confidence
Is the best moral support you can have
And the best sleep the target got
After his apprehending
Was lying on a slab

While gobbling his cereal
And quenching his thirst, this crook
Locked eyes with Bolton
In the prison cafetorium
And after that mental moratorium
The latter flinched first
Averted his eyes to his book
And did a deep dive on the material

You seem to have something stuck in your craw
Now I don't want you to get uptight
Are you still a believer
In international law?
Cause at seventy-seven 
It's marginal right
Baby yeah at seventy-seven
It's marginal right

Simón Bolivar / At Sixty-Three It's Marginal, Right?

Cogs in the Machine

The New Year has started and I am on a roll.  Thank you for listening 

addicted to the pain

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