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Gom Jabbar’s Guide to the Galaxy

https://youtu.be/MqcydGGDitM

people
na-na-na-na

we got Christians and Muslims and Hindus
all agree that our essence is love
but then we lock our doors and shutter windows
knowing what all we're capable of

yeah we got Shakespeare, Voltaire and Sartre
they taught us what it is to be good
(everyone wants to be good)
yet we're scared when somebody darker
jogs around our neighborhood

now, we've come a long way
since some proteins made connection
(lo-lo-long way)
we've gotten real good
at not dying from infection

we're just not too good at being people 
na-na-na-not so good at people
most of us (people) make terrible people
and all the worst people
are people like us

na-na na-na-na na

silver lining in our situation
we're just failing our own QA process
got high hopes for the next generation
stuff their baggage with our secret sauces

and we know they mostly don't work
every saint was a consummate jerk
every prophet—betrayed by his own people
and every leader who slayed his own pe-op-le...

now! we've come a long way
since a strange fish left the ocean
we've gotten real good
at playing guitar with distortion

but we still suck at being people
na-na-na-na
na-na-na-na

the only evil I've seen lives in people...
just like me

People

[original guitar score by @john-byrne-117035719]
https://youtu.be/DEQruObepEY

When I was your age, my mother
had to make each dollar last.
We had to grow up very fast...
Hope you don't grow up as fast as I did.

When my father was the age I am now
his shoulders hugged the ground.
He never got up to fight the next round.
Hope I don't have to fight the fixed fights he did.

Building you this pier 
to make things a little better for you.
If I run out of rocks then
well, you still got me—
I'll be your windbreaker.

When childhood ends, the storm begins,
I'll be your windbreaker.
When all your dreams seem lost at sea,
I'll be your windbreaker.

[break]

Now listen to the fine print, Princess.
Much as I'd love to be around,
most times you'll be on your own,
and we hope you remember some of the moves
we taught you.

And if you have children of your own,
you'll no doubt need this simple trick.
If you wanna be a good windbreaker,
you're gonna wanna let some of the wind
slip through.

Building you this pier 
to make things a little calmer for you.
If I run out of time then
well, you still got you—
you'll be your windbreaker.

When the storm begins, you'll need all your friends—
they'll be your windbreaker.
When it gets intense, better know your strengths—
you'll be your own windbreaker.

[instrumental break]

Long as I can, for as long as I can—
your windbreaker.
If you can call a friend, then call a friend—
they'll be your windbreaker.
If you know your strengths, then play your strengths—
they'll be your windbreaker.

And one day you might help carry the light—
be someone else's windbreaker.

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Windbreaker

https://youtu.be/OKai3vc2a0c
[original guitar score by @john-byrne-117035719]

4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - IGNITION!

Final lap dance, one last drink
but baby don’t feel sorry for me.
About to ditch the thing
that makes your boobs swing,
back up the well to where the rocks roll free.

‘Cause I’m an asteroid miner (wooh-ooh!)
like my daddy and my paw-paw was.
And yeah, I wear manliner (wooh-ooh!)
just so you would know I’m not your earthworm cuz.

I’m an asteroid miner. (miner, miner, wooh-ooh!)
I’m an as-te-ro-oid mi-i-i-i-iner (ooh)

[break]

Yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah!
You're part of my therapy (ye-eah!)

Out in the Belt I’m closer to God
and I thank Him for pressurizing my pod.
I shoot from the hip and trust my gut
and gut anyone that tries to steal my cut!

‘Cause I’m an asteroid miner (wooh-ooh!)
born on a hull where we drink our piss.
But I wear designer (oh-ooh-ooh!)
just to let you know I’m not your broke-ass sis.

As-teroid mi-ne-er—mine that asteroid... (owww!)

I know who to sell to, who to bribe, and who to rob.
No Martian robot’s gonna steal my job.
Got a powerful lobby in the Solar Alliance.
We say, give us better ships
but fuck your science! (yeah, fuck your science!)

And I’m not gay, not even bi-curious.
When I sleep with other men it’s because I’m “Mercurious”
It’s okay to want a penis—
just pray it away when you slingshot from Venus.

Asteroid miner—pillar of the Solar economy
Asteroid miner—never a pillar of salt for sodomy (that was never me!)
Asteroid miner—never covet my pilot's wife
Asteroid miner—but my pilot’s torso makes me feel alive...

[instrumental break]

Lap dance over but don’t worry about me—
I’m headed to a place where everything hangs free.
It’s pretty cool if you like huge diamonds.
I’ll introduce you to my best friend Simon...

Ooh, Simon! He’s my favorite asteroid miner.

Asteroid Miner

how fleeting... fleeting...
just how fleeting we are...

I don't go for pomp & pantomime
and though we walk in a world full of wonders
no spirit animal will be my guide
if you ask me all of us have spirit in abundance

how about a better way to see what's out there?
but only what is out there, and no more than is there...
be tough for anyone to run us scared
if we could pray with a different kind of prayer:

we are each other's shepherds & lambs
this world's tenants, creators & destroyers
the only fate stamped onto our hands
is how fleeting we are, and just how much we know this

now let me tell you about the magic within:

when you slip into another person's view, even a tiny bit
it's cause they're more than a bit like you
knowing this should make it much harder to hate
there's no need for final judgment at a pearly gate

I know you asked me where we go after we pass...
we go back to where we came from—
somewhere peaceful, outside of space & time

the only thing we might say lasts 
is the here & now in which you make your choice 
and I make mine

now will you sing along?

[chorus: repeated]

fleeting...
just how fleeting we are...

Just How Fleeting We Are

Title track of a 2023 EP that can be purchased at https://gomjabbar.bandcamp.com

Some Ancient Power

the witcher said you was a no good a woman
he’s right—you’re no good for anyone but me!
it takes no good a woman
a no good a woman just to like me

you heal me, now that you have reeled me
you cure me, now that you’ve procured me
you’re no good, you're no good a woman
cause no good a woman can grip me the way you do!

he a wild cub, take him from his mother
groom him to a bear and sic him, let him rule the creeks
he likes a belly rub and he loves to cuddle
never tell him why you pick him, only tell him when he reeks

the witcher, witcher said you was a no good a woman
he's right—you’re no good to anyone but me!
it takes a no good woman
a no good a woman just to like me

you mend me, now that you command me
you run me, now that you outgun me
you’re no good, you're no good a woman
cause no good a woman can grab me the way you do

he a papa now, wield him like a task force
claws are long and sharp, keep the wolves at bay
he no more dapper now, seen too many past wars
don’t say he’s still your champion, just tell him he’s okay

mmm tired so tired, doesn’t mean I can stop
beat up beat up, mmm doesn’t mean I can stop

the witcher said you was a no good a woman
he was right—you’re no good for anyone but me!
and it took a no good woman
a no good a woman just to excite me

the witcher told you I was no good a man and 
he was right—I’m no good ‘round anyone but you
it takes a no good a man and 
a no good a woman to see this through

at least that’s what the witcher said...

No Good a Woman

it's alright / you'll feel better
it's alright / it's a feel-better song

it’s gonna be alright if you let it go
and alright if you give it all you’ve got
it’s gonna be alright if you let it be
and alright whether you let it or not

it’s gonna be alright if you just hang on
alright if you follow your dreams or you heart
it’s alright to feel good from this feel good song
whether you sing along with every cliché or not

you're gonna be alright...

hey, you!
don’t feel blue when life’s got you by the throat
why down when you can up?
with a feel good song that I wrote just for you
and oh hey, hey look
I’m even gonna throw in a soothing hook
when your workdays are bleak
and the world is at war
the only way out is to woh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oh

yeah, it’s alright if you can’t catch a break
it’s alright because you can always eat cake
and it’s alright to let it all out (mama, mama, it's alright!)
there’s a place for every grievance⁠—it’s called The Cloud

I mean it’s alright baby and it’s alright chile
most of your likes and dislikes are on file
we’ll never stream anything you haven’t requested
it’s alright and when you sing along, you’ll manifest it

it's gonna be alright even when it's wrong...

hey, you!
when you’re feeling down and out, or just royally screwed
we have the perfect mix for you
and a chorus with a clear-ringing platitude
you’ll be sharing how this made you feel better
and in a decade how it changed your life
just remember we did it together—
you told us to tell you it’s gonna be alright

here's a pleasant mini-break
before the final refrain
for you, for you...
for you!

[chorus: repeated]

it’s alright to feel alright when the vibes hit home
if you pay us we'll keep singing how nothing is wrong

yes, it’s gonna be alright if you pick yourself up
and totally fine if you let everyone down
alright if you keep on and don’t give up (mama, mama, it's alright)
and even more than alright if they jerk you around

it’s gonna be alright when one thing sucks you dry
there’s always another that somehow draws more blood
and always another band banging it’s alright
when all of the evidence suggests not

but it's alright cause you'll be fine!
(not)

Alright! (Not)

If we could fly to where the sky ends
you can take a peek inside my heart
but it’s beyond the powers of our science
the thing that makes things pull apart

no-one knows where the sky ends

when I was younger I was certain of so much—
where one thing ended another would begin
I figured ice would always be cold to the touch
I figured home was where they have to let you in

but I was wrong—
there’s no "in" there’s no "out"
no "off" and no "on"
it’s all a blur
no-one knows where the sky ends
it’s all a blur

and now I’m older than almost every certainty
for every answer I accept your dodge and feint
when it gets colder and we seek a sunspiked sea
I’ll light you a lantern if you let me billow in your wake

raise your arms
pierce the sky

if we could meet up where the sky ends
you might hear the truth

when I was younger I was certain of so much
where one world ended another would begin
if we could journey to a place where two can touch
we wouldn’t have to keep letting each other in

if we could fly to where the sky ends
we might just learn what our fear is made of
asleep under the weight of our defiance
we dream we can fall out of love

when the sky ends
when the sky

Where The Sky Ends

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRENma7K/

fu** the rich
motherfu** the job-creatin'
carbon-churning rich

must they, must they be
helping the sun kill us?

fu** the poor
motherfu** deforestatin'
fossil-burning poor

must they, must they be
helping the sun kill us?

fu** the middle class
the understanding
overshopping middle class

must we, must we be
helping the sun kill us?

fu** the economy
it’s gonna be
booming when we all have passed

must we, must we be
helping the sun kill us?

fu** the doomsday clock
who the fu** can measure
all the ways we suck?

must we, must we be
helping the sun kill us?

and fu** this vibe
motherfu** this righteous
useless, bloviating vibe

must I, must I be
helping the sun kill us?

Helping The Sun (Kill Us)

when we took all our cues from the wild
how’d you think it was going to end
except in misery?

did you think rains will have us exiled
to the mountains where we can pretend
things got citrusy?

when we bombed the stratosphere
and found the clouds still don’t want us here
did it feel like a plan then?
did it feel like The Plan?

oceans
can be concreted over, stars draped up in blinds
with all the conscious-
-ness that goes to waste in our minds

yeah, oceans
can be paved over, atmospheres peeled off like rinds
with all the conscious-
-ness that is wasted on our minds

such a waste…
such a waste…
such a waste…

when we put the sharp-toothed in charge
how’d you think it was going to go
but feeding frenzy?

and did you think the summers of March
would be remembered as the ebb and the flow
of this planet’s fancy?

when we painted ourselves on the skies
and filled our profiles with self-researched lies
did it feel like a win then?
did it feel like a win?

oceans
can turn into soup, lakes pickled in brine
while the conscious-
-ness goes to terrible waste in our mind

yes, oceans
can be boiled, forests torched up by bottled sunshine
just so all the conscious-
-ness can go unused by our mind

such a waste…
such a waste…
such a waste…

they say the Universe needs us to look on
for data to turn into information
but split by rivers and lines on a map
we spill blood on the altar of altercation

it’s such a waste
such a waste...

I get the feeling what the Universe needs
is to try all over again
now this feels like a plan 
now this feels like The Plan...

Such A Waste

Riffing on the fantastic "Tarantella in A Minor" by Albert Pieczonka.

Tarantella (with Pieczonka)

The brain fires stunningly complex electrical signals even when you're doom-scrolling on Insta or making a TikTok. It's true!

Alternating Currents

The human body is an ecosystem that does a million little things every second just to make us feel "normal". And this is, in the real sense of the word, awesome.

The Body Works

-ture -adven
adventure
(why can't you just)
hold on to your poetry
(why can't you just)
know your space is solitary

adventure
create your own
ascension
invent your own

who made your imagination?

the whole point of it
is to find your own
the whole fun of it
is to roll your own
the whole bulk of it
is to grow your own
the whole sum of it
is to spread your own

your own
your own
your own

adventure
to call our own
it's our nature
to dream alone

adventure
narrate your own
it's in our nature
to dream we're strong

long and the short of it
is to tell you own
tale at the heart of it
is just flesh and bone
but make an art of it
let the ones it's haun-
ted get a part of it
wrap it in their own

their own
their own
their own

[Chorus: repeated]

adventure

Adventure (Your Own)

Indirectly quoting "Freddie Freeloader" and directly quoting "Sweet Georgia Brown", "The Lost City" is a swinging over-indulgence in classic jazz nostalgia.

The Lost City

A respectfully irreverent reimagining of Frédéric Chopin's Waltz Op. 64 No. 1 aka Valse Du Petit Chien aka Minute Waltz.

the first and last feeling is "helpless"
with a lot of "helpless" in between
I wish I could say
some things don’t decay
how I wish I could tell you
our efforts have value
but judging from everything that I’ve seen
the brave & depraved
the selfish & selfless
it’s best if we feel all festive & glad
given we range between
helpless & mad
yeah we'd better be
incredibly un-upset and un-sad
given the difference 
‘tween helpless & dead

my child, my sweet
my yellow-brown flower
when the woods gonna burn
not a winter can stop it
we’ve all got this 
suboptimal urge to control
but the what where when how
& why are not in our power
yeah, shut down the garden

the first and last feeling is "helpless"
then a lot of helplessness in between
I wish I could tell you
oh, one more rebellion
for wisdom & might
to make things alright
but lying to you 
will not change the theme

my love, my cold blue 
spring in the desert
when the sky’s gonna turn
not a beauty can tempt it
we’ve all got this contemptible 
urge to decide
and the stab wounds & scars
are not even a lesson—
we just muck about in our gardens

our first and last feeling is "helpless"
and it doesn’t change much in between
as you spin in your circle of fairness
remember to hum with the theme
how lucky regardless
of getting punched down
trees in the forest
enjoying their sound
so what does it matter how
tiny my reach?
as long as I’m honest
you’ll pardon my speech
the aimless & friendless
the babbling saved
the bumbling faithless
the child who’s behaved
we rhyme the same reason
we write the same song—
ain’t none of us has to be
helpless alone

Helpless (with Chopin)

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The Guard Tower

someplace, somewhen
we’ll never meet again
this moment’s pinned up onto time
the razor now
will cut and split our thens
and even stars will fall in line
and little you and tiny I
oh we are just as unrepeatable
we only got to run it once
in all of this someplace-somewhen

you know those ripples
in the oxbow lake
repeat never again
we’re not all evil
when we make mistakes 
we hope to fix them all somewhen

no we
don’t need
no reason for the jubilee
no harm
no foul
no lent or saint for a carnival

no we
don’t need
no reason for a jubilee 
no harm
no foul
no miracles for a carnival

one place, one when—
a trickster of eternity
neither will crease nor bend
at least not for you & me

so gather all your rosebuds while you may
this is why you came
(of course it’s not okay)
just gather no regrets
somehow, someway...

someplace, somewhen
we’ll never meet again
this moment’s once in all of time
the razor now
will cut and split our thens
and even galaxies will fall in line

you know that levee
where we drank and wept
will not repeat again

no we
don’t need
no fancy math for a jubilee
no harm
no foul
no speed bumps for a carnival

someplace, somewhen
someplace, somewhen
we got to happen once
and never again

Someplace, Somewhen

Claude Debussy - Arabesque No. 1
performed by Myra Arnaudov

From the tentacles of star ejecta
Swirling in our blood
We’re swimming on the edge of night
We’re floating in a cage of light

Who I was before I held you 
Tenderly I can’t recall
You pulled me from the edge of night
You built me in your cage of light

We’re renaissant–
Don’t waste it
Trying to cradle water beads 
Just start one fire before the freeze

Caged in light
Take flight
Don’t give up flight
Can’t give up flight

We don’t need to manicure the claws
Of every specter 
Tearing down our hull
Just cause we’re dancing on the edge of sight
As we’re flying in our cages of light

And if you have to go dismember nothing
Just give it all and
Suddenly you’ll skate the edge of night
Explode together with your cage of light

We’re renaissant–
Don’t waste it
Trying to cradle water beads
Start just one fire before the freeze

Caged in light
Take flight
Don’t give up flight 

No eye
Can simply see
The light around us is a dream
Less than a dream
Unless we dream up ourselves
Unafraid of the deep
Unafraid of the dark
Unafraid of the light in our 
Cages

Cage of Light (with Debussy)

Go fish somewhere pretty and nevermind if you catch anything!

Go Fish!

come over and bring your bottom lie
and we’ll each pour a glass
straight away drink half
and then we’ll set them both aside
under exaggerated sky

yeah bring your lifelong lie
and we will make it last
fret the way time passed
then we’ll put them back inside
our old dilapidated I

as the drones rain fire
and the warm ocean’s coiling to pounce
you and I both feel
this movie is named after us

lend me some of your ire
and I’ll ship you steel by the ton
so we can spin in our reel
we are stars made of much more than dust  

but when we talk
our cameras decide to pull wide
and when you laugh
the extras dissolve far behind
when we cry
we each have to take a quick turn
why deny
we were chosen to watch the world burn

go on now bring your bottom lie
and we will sip it slow
regret the way winds blow
and how they cast us both aside
a cruel and ever-changing sky

bring your sweetest lie
and we will make it glow
although both you and I we know
it is no match for any tide
too late to plant another lie

your stratagems inspire
as the grind shrinks us down to a bolt
we’re not ready to keel
over we are still written in gold

and when we pause
the camera will want to close up
who else can play
our roles when we finally stop?

so bring your bottom lie
to hop onto and catch a lift
you get bedazzled I be-spiffed
and we will nail our final lines
as the ruins fade to white

bring your innermost lie
and we will make it work
with a bit of glue and a little luck
we’ll write to whom it may it concern:
you and I were here 
to watch the world 
burn

Your Bottom Lie

A jazz study in -plets that doubles as a bleak wide-angle shot of the artificial ways we humans divide ourselves.

Divisions

This inevitably happens when a daughter asks you to re-watch "Whiplash" with her.

Store Your Data (In More Than 1 Place)

"Awakening in the Woods" by Friedrich Burgmüller, beautifully butchered.

Awaking in the Woods (with Burgmüller)

We’re back in time
Rebuilding the kingdom
De-freaking the sanctum, baby!

A loop is fine (a loop divine)
Can’t un-fool a fool
The Gullivers rule the sea

When you roll over you
Will you stand with me
And we can bring back now

It’s a long long winter
But the seagulls won’t be crying defeat
Don’t trade your bangs for a whimper
A sturdy sail is never obsolete

Well I guess all of this earth was not enough for us
We wore our hardest hats and ground it back to dust
Our final score was high, we took it all with us
There were some lovely moments in between
We made love between wars and art between lies

Chorus: repeated

And when you roll over you
Will you stand with me
So we can take back now

We’re dumbing down
To fit the zeitgeist
The memers won
The Kraken’s free

No-one can save us
We’re the sirens
Just singing to our rock
Too scared to put to sea

Buncha redwoods going it alone
Who’s it gonna be, 
Who’s it gonna be
When the axe done fall?
It’s unimaginable
We were asked to be nicer
By some woman I saw
Kicking the Kaiser
Who promised us a wall
(Wall off our rock from sailors)

We're back in time

Chorus: repeated

When you roll over you
Will you sail with me
And we can journey back to now

The Gullivers Rule

A respectful butchery of Chopin's Waltz in B Minor, Op. 69, No 2.

Interbellum (with Chopin)

(basely loosed on Waltz Op. 64 No. 3 in A-flat by Frederic Chopin)

it slips away
my darling
one dip in the hot sun
then gone back where we come from

it slips away
my darling
one lick and we're done for
don't think it will stop for you

your rage won't throw off the night
though if you're doing it right
you'll wish you could go for one more
round on the carousel

sit still and go around
can't get off the carousel
sit still and go around

it slips away
my darling
one dip in the hot sun
then gone back where we come from

it slips away
my starling
one blink and we're done for
don't think it will stop for you

rage won't turn off the night
though if you've done alright
you'll wish you could go for one more
round on the carousel

Carousel (with Chopin)

Another relentless fusion groove from Mrakobes & Gom Jabbar: a dark and meandering ethno-metal love song for the heavy of heart.

Follow Mrakobes at https://soundcloud.com/oligopod

Не си ми месечина
Не, не си ми блеснала
Най-вече си море безбрежно
Носиш ми само мрак и тъга

Не си ми месечина
И никак не си ми грейнала

Месечина
Месечина

You are not my moon
No, and you don’t glow like one
You are more like a shoreless sea
that brings me only darkness & sorrow

Mesechina

Now hear this:
Gom Jabbar steppin' upon the dancefloor.
Fire!
Zoom. Bah! Zoom. Bah!
Uh-huh
Fire!

You look mighty fine
I want you by my side
I know it doesn't rhyme
but I don't really care!

You dance mighty fine
I want you in my life
I know it doesn't rhyme
but I don't really care, do you?

Fire.
Zoom-Bada-Naina
You like it? I like it.

You look mighty fine
I want you for my wife
I know it doesn't rhyme
but I don't really care.

You sing mighty fine
I want you in my life
I know it doesn't rhyme
But I don't really care, do you?

What do you mean I'm just a friend?
You'd set your friend on fire?!?

Zoom-Bada-Naina (Can't you feel it?)
Zoom-Bada-Naina (You're settin' me on fire!)

Fire - Fire
ai - ai - ai

You look mighty fine
I wanna make you mine
I know it finally rhymes
but I don't really care!

Fire! Fire! Fire!

All cause you look mighty fine.

Mighty Fine

PA: "Aliens from galaxies near and far,
welcome to Earth's Visitor Center.
We have the fluffiest clouds
and some of the cowiest cows in the quadrant.
Please watch this brief orientation video
to help you enjoy your stay."

Welcome to our humble world.
We may not be the brightest but we're the most spiritual!
Yeah, we're cruisin' in the Goldilocks.
We wrote the book on dashing infants 'gainst rocks.

We've had not one World War but two.
Then we make scary movies about what you *might* do
even though we're the craziest
in a 100-parsec radius.

Genocide is not just a concept—
it's something we've practiced plenty of times.
If you come on vacation
you better be rich or Caucasian white.
(These are the kinds of alien we like.)

Aliens, keep your distance!
You know we don't like visitors
who don't speak English—now that's just odd—
cause we're the greatest planet like you would not believe!

Aliens, keep your distance.
You know we don't tolerate visitors
who love their math more than our God
who made this planet just for our needs!

Not yours, it's not yours,
it's ours, it's not yours.

That tiny top of the food chain—that's us.
Bet your tentacles taste good with soy sauce!
When it comes to a-shootin', we don't need a reason.
You should see what we did once to a pigeon.

Yeah, we're proud to be the shadiest.
Burned to a crisp the most scientists, (who needs them?)
sent to hell the most atheists,
deviants, non-conformists, activists.

When it comes to global pollution,
we've outdone ourselves.
We like to misunderstand evolution
as f*** everyone and everything else.
Yeah, f*** everyone in this Universe.

It's not yours, it's ours!

Aliens, keep your distance.
You know we don't take prisoners.
And when we do, we torture them
'cause we're the greatest planet
that's ever formed from dust.

Aliens better keep your distance.
No, thanks, we don't need your assistance.
You steal our jobs, we'll deport your ass.
We built this planet just for those who look like us!

Not yours, it's not yours.
It's ours, it's not yours.

Aliens, better keep that distance.
Oh, we know you don't celebrate Christmas
But don't worry, when we come to visit
we'll drop some books together with our bombs...

Aliens, Keep Your Distance!

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Open up dem window to the soul
Lose your mind till you lose control
I got them diggy-bom beats from a haul
so save that flavor for the rigma-role

Take the mashup to the place unseen
magazine load a mega-magazine
butter bass make it fat make it lean
now brace yourself for the microphone fiend

Open up dem!
Op-

Open up dem window to the soul
Lose your mind till you lose control
I got them diggy-bom beats from a haul
so save that flavor for the rigma-role

Take the mashup to the place unseen
magazine load a mega-magazine
butter bass make it fat make it lean
now shake a leg for the mic
for the microphone fiend

Open up dem!
Op-

I got the diggy-bom beats
diggy-bom-bom beats
beats

Roll the drums in a sweet ragga ball
change the rhythm 
change the game 
change your soul
Is that a badda-bing-bang in your flow?
Blows your mind drastically
if at all

Take the mashup to the place unheard of
Zing a zong zing a zong zinger word-a
Make them radicals scream bloody murder
Every particle vibratin' with the word up

Open up!

I got the diggy-bom

Open up dem window to the soul (open up)
Lose your mind till you lose control (open up)
I got them diggy-bom beats from a haul
so save that flavor for the rigma-role

Take the mashup to the place unseen
magazine load a mega-magazine
butter bass make it fat make it lean
brace yourself for the microph-
the microphone murder!

Open up dem!
(the mashup to the place unseen)
(magazine load the mega mega murder)
(butter bass butter bass)
Open up dem!
Op-
Open up!

Open Up Dem

https://youtu.be/LQYzhmBIVLk

Any sane brain will complain
and fail to this and bail, son.
But I can tap a vein
power through the pain
rain like a ****ing rail gun.

Cause my style's 
never been out of style
it's the divine style
better believe that!
You're facile as a missile
don't stockpile—
never gonna need that.

My brainchild is ignateous,
it's lit and fit to lead the nations.
I'm thinkin' I can make a proclamation:
If you dig it, you must sing it
You must take it close to the heart
blows to the heart, master the art.
It's not about being faster
or a misogynous bastard,
I'm ad astra.

This game's got a hold on me.
(I can I can cut like a ****in' knife when the rhythm calls me!)
Taking your baby formula.
Breaking you'll make you humbler.

No apology.
(I can I can slash like a ****in' scythe nothing ever dulls me!)
Rein in those who brag a lot.
Reign down like the Jagannath.

Got a metronome glued to my dome
like a pacemaker.
(bass shaker)
Read the mosaic—I 
can bend the beat like a voltaic arc.

Some fake hard
but they got the boy in 'em make 'em brittle.
Don't remember ever being "Little",
keep my inner Beat Boy in the middle.

Touched by the God of Madness,
when I fatten this
I'm gonna patent this.
I'm gonna practice 
on your wackness
like the female praying mantis.

Better back this up
with a bigger groove
feign a bigger move
find a better proof.
Yeah, I'm the Beta Wolf
who snapped your Alpha in half
and I'm not sorry!

Chorus (repeated)

This Game

Lyrics Video: https://youtu.be/HNdnTTtcBeA

ooh-oooh-oooh oooh
ooh-oooh-oooh oooh

you will break out
of the house where the people and toys
and even the walls know your name

you will stake out
a new claim on an old and abandoned mine
all collapsed and decayed

then you’ll wait for your plot to start twisting
plant seeds in the rot
trust your system

but a movie is not how we roll
we just hang from the cliff,
never get back control

this world is so much smaller
than the movies would have you believe
and love—so much more of a mess
than the movies would have you believe

your talents—
they're worth so much less
than the movies would have you believe

you’ll need to grow much taller
than the movies would have you believe

there’s no payoff—
what you think you deserve will be gone in a blink
with the surf in an ocean of rain

you can’t stay off—
there’s no armor or charm or a prayer
or a spell that can spare you the pain

no plot when the years start twisting 
and seeds grown in the rot
look to you for some wisdom

when you take on the voice of the pilot
will you color their skies in blue or in violet?

this world is so much smaller
than you think
so much more fragile
and a lot more insane

ooh-oooh-oooh oooh
ooh-oooh-oooh oooh

this world
has more superpower
than the movies would have you believe

and love—
so much more of a test
than the movies would have you believe

dreams—
worth so much less
than the movies would have you believe

you’ll taste a lot more that is sour 
and even more that is sweeter
than any old movie would have you believe

The Movies

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