A necessary change is coming

Instrumental - Leisureforce by Aesop Rock

[ Verse 1]
Particular in etiquette/Therapeutic gentlemen/Save you from the Serengeti place you in the sinner’s den/A house of validating everything that made a mess of men/While the king of cynicism felt the power of them needing him/Midas with his touch he brings a currency of tedium/Only sees what others have to see in him it's meaningless/Even if there was a meaning,
I don't think he's ever seeing it/Missing meat in life decides he's full from all the seasoning/Petty king of cynicism
peddling for following/Only ever seen during the darkest peak of shalloween/One would think he's humble with self-deprecating pageantry/But a position where he's seen as truly wrong is maddening/Hero of absurdity is something he'd be glad to be/Malice and compassion clashing masterpiece of tragedy/
Questioning sentiment/Emptiness/Therapist/Revenantcy of his head.
 
[Hook]
Cone piece long night/Dawn your armour/No sleep/No life/24 Hours (x2)
 
[ Verse 2]
Particular in etiquette/Pathetically inadequate/Couple dozen hits and golly wiz your sunk his battleship/Conditioned with prerequisites of never ending happiness/Parabolic fallacy he summoned form a talisman/Procrastinating master/Personify an accident/Humanise the cupid psychologically attacking him/Invincible to grandeur/The antithesis of talented/Cat without a passion but your taken by his lavishness/Fetishize his sadness put his worries in a gimp suit/Episodic story showing how he's gunna miss you/Ya settled in position like a mollusc or a wiz tooth/Denizen of little pond but separate the big blue/Setting his impression as a melancholy eye sore/Enablers around him what the hell he gotta try for/Basic ideologies would make ya spine curl/If it gets difficult then threaten suicide bye world 
 
[Hook]
Cone piece long night/Dawn your armour/No sleep/No life/24 Hours (x4)
 
 
[Verse 3]
We stand as holy knights against in sinister intentions and will rid the world of anything that we perceive as negative/Willingly detest against persona growing regiments/Bug eating bug in government pay checks prescribed in sedative/Particular in etiquette/Lord of all the weirder men/4 engorging courses of applause for him to eat and then/ He's starting to self-medicate/Fuelled from the delirium/You hope your never revel in the power of you leaving him/Particular in etiquette/Effigy of loneliness/Sitting in the throne room zoning out and zoning in/Phoning up to phone it in all he ever gets is dial tone/But he always said the he was gunna die alone so I don't know/Kingdom of cynics/Reduced to rubble and asphalt/Nothing but a memory like bunny ears and dad jokes/King of cynicism dissipates into a sad thought/Sun sets/Credits roll/And that's a rap up 
 
[Hook]
Cone piece long night/Dawn your armour/No sleep/No life/24 Hours (x4)

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Kingdom Of Cynics

Normality for beginners
Undisputed.  Obviously.

Plagiarism (Final Cut)

Normality for beginners

Tumbleweed 
Instrumental - Tumbleweed by Blockhead
Blending into an overbearing crowd of artists



[Intro Verse]
The Golden child is remaining painted in invisible/Stained into a disarray of long forgotten principles/Mural stabled on a page/A parchment of the typical and any somber chapter can be read as simply Whimsical/It's difficult/Future was liquid too/One poof and it froze into absolute/Defying any regulation kin attempted governing/Refusal of the images appearing right in front of me.
 
[Hook]
Like funnily/All I ever wanna be's a tumbleweed/Shuffle cross the other mother fuckers while their rumbling/Sand grounds snuggly/Hufflepuffs enough for me/Stamp on your glass house suddenly/Subtly/ Cover me/All I ever wanna be's a tumbleweed/Sever my allegiance with the easiest of promises/I don't even see the side of people that I got to see/I'm dodging all kerfufflery/I'm nothing but a tumbleweed.
 
[Verse 1]
This age is a lovely tomb/For a misfit boy to come home to roost/Rustic space with butt-kick mood/Plus placeless hate a gazebo and a pool I/Dream of old friends that probably don't remember me/Honestly I wouldn't I am intangible to everything/Eagerness in incriminates a period of revelry/See myself in pieces but regard it all with levity/A strange creature is feeding in the woods/Speaking to me singing in a devil scented muse/I no longer see it as a beast I see it as a god/Settling in memories collectively at once/As a youngin’ was an up and coming shudder from the suburbs/Transfixed with a selfish condition to self humble/Rough n tussle coupled with my blunderbuss of blood work/As I nuzzle outta trouble it evolves into a tumble.
 
[Hook]
Funnily/All I ever wanna be's a tumbleweed/Shuffle cross the other mother fuckers while their rumbling/Sand grounds snuggly/Hufflepuffs enough for me/Stamp on your glass house suddenly/Subtly/Cover me/All I ever wanna be’s a tumbleweed/Sever my allegiance with the 
easiest of promises/I don't even see the side of people that I got to see/I'm Dodging all kerfufflery/I'm Nothing but a tumbleweed 
 
(Once more)
 
All I ever wanna be's a tumbleweed/Shuffle cross the other mother fuckers while their rumbling/Sand grounds snuggly/Hufflepuffs enough for me/Stamp on your glass house suddenly/Subtly/Cover me/All I ever wanna be’s a wannabe/Sever my allegiance with the 
easiest of promises/I don't even see the side of people that I got to see/I'm Dodging all kerfufflery/I'm Nothing but a tumbleweed 
 
[Verse 2]
History is a mighty crutch/The old fools feared death so they ate the young/That's how it's/Least how it was/What's what now? /Yeah I could gather such/Better batter up/Better saddle in/Better second guess your every step forget all endeavours begin/I'm cerberus attempting Ouroboros chorus of voices/Joyfully employed and just for questioning it/I road in on a horse with no name/No clothes no food couple old tapes/Fucked turned sucker proof punchable face/He’s half buckaroo half buffalo Lane/Won't you give a little misery some company/A dozen parasitic thoughts are living life in luxury/Looking for a fellow blunderer to bury in dysfunction with/Cos living never really was my cup a tea/Tumbleweed 
 
[Hook]
Funnily/All I ever wanna be's a tumbleweed/Shuffle cross the other mother fuckers while their rumbling/Sand grounds snuggly/Hufflepuffs enough for me/Stamp on your glass house suddenly/Subtly/Cover me/All I ever wanna be’s a tumbleweed/Sever my allegiance with the 
easiest of promises/I don't even see the side of people that I got to see/I'm Dodging all kerfufflery/I'm Nothing but a tumbleweed

Tumbleweed

Lotta years 
Instrumental - Lotta years by Aesop Rock
Adolescent growing pains incarnate

   [Verse 1] The kid who fit in but rejected from the flock/Sit in his room all miserable throw Aesop on and rock/A broken metronome of cones suppressed aggressive Chakras/I'm sitting slumped and slipping in the/baggage of my conscience/They asking me to grow up/I'm showing em my tongue/They telling me I'll know it when I’m eloping with my love/Like Yuck/Honeymoon you'll see me on the run/Split up the baggage and regrets/Although I’m leaving you the fun/Look at him flip/I feel like being lonely so I chose this clique/My friends are all supportive course supportiveness is easy/Cause they’ll always cheer me on as long as they don't have to see me/And I'm sure inside the box they’re in they can barely even hear me/Tryna get high on amoxicillin the violent screaming’s eerie/Consciousness a witness/Heavy no sick yes  [Hook] (Yep/Yep/Yep)/Lotta years  (One two/One two/One two)/A lotta years   [Verse 2] The dudes who usually chill up at my place/Got a head full of regrets down to their waist/Hates awkward conversation sits in silence to be safe/Cause Lane is kinda overwhelming the smokes were fucking great/Zen musicians mantra/Confidence in posture/I asked him what it took to break his mind out of a spot/He said it took a lotta tabs I got some if ya wanna try em/Take em/And you won't be so close minded/(Huh)/Cranium expanded/Thought enlightenment was hard but all it takes is a little acid/These shaolin monks and Buddhists really wasting lots of time/I can see this stoned 19 year old is opening his eyes/He's has all these solutions for the problems he designed/Didn't take the tab delusion is inverted open mind  [Outro] Lotta years/(Yep/Yep)/Disembowelled friendships/Lotta years

Lotta Years

Wake up call
Instrumental - Wake up call by Aesop Rock
braggadocio or something I dunno


[Punktuation] So you wanna play twister with syllables /And produce a sinister image/Too similar though to the rest of the cesspit/That is this city's scene/Too many shitty emcees/That this city's seen it seems/With a flick of the wrist/This citizen's blistering self-esteem/The way I stretch/I’m an incredible on the screen/You couldn’t attempt to do it better/If you were a purpose built machine/Burden me?/Well maybe with an ear bleed but please/I'll forever see you as a meme so if anything you're relief/Little creature/Creeping round my feet to get a feed/In the precinct but only as a bleeding piece of meat/I'll play the cop to your content/And deconstruct all your thievery instructions are clear/Just keep the fuck out of the scenery/I mean it/I assess surroundings with my senses keen/I see a lack of culture just a drug sluts and club regime/This famine that we're facing/Has me snacking down on plasticine/Fake/They lack organic stream/Like tubed computer imagery/Blue faces/At a boom gate closed/Flu chasers/Seeking out fool's gold/Watch this funny feathered company refuse all goals as they sit in whinge Ville bickering about who knows/They're too stupid to figure out what they're wings do/Can barely stomach whatever they claim they're into/They stay stationary in front of a television/Like they're lubing up their brains for a fucking from one of wisdom/Enter I with my third eye centred/At least compared to these cretins and anthropomorphised rectums/I'll settle down the second I cease to be setting records/Gotta lot of shelves to fill /Got a lot senses to settle/Plenty puppies do the shit/But I ain’t plenty buzzed I’m pretty unimpressed/I’m pissing on you gents from up above/No pity in this chest is present/Quit pretending that your tuff/Spit your shit a little different/Maybe then you'll get some love/It’s like that.    [Grizzly] It's like this kid you didn't make the cut/Your spitting didn't really seem to have a particular view/Basic copy pasting taste and way to play from others/And plagiarism offers up some trouble/Now I'll be ready in five/Let the two see you out/Apologies for the wait/Have a seat on the couch/Ya wanna a coffee/Water/Herbal tea we gotta any left/A lyric audit often leaves the author mildly tense/And that's an audit of your intellectual property yes/A long forgotten art bestowed to RA an the feds/Into the dark abyss/Of your necrotic head/No dodgy shit?/We shouldn't have a problem then/Hmmm/That's not promising/A mix mash of beats bits not from him/I suppose cooperation is a lot to give/Honestly/We move onto to the consciousness/Once a king of every cynic with a flexible head/Slowly turn to lowly golem now essentially dead/Bringing into question worthiness of wielding a pen/Think your wordy/Coming off as just confusing and sad/It’s effectively mapped/In your DNA to fail/Hide in your barley living room and try a couple Quaaludes/Slip into daydream/That’s all your good for anyway/A doctor suss enthusiast/Pretending that your Hemmingway.

Wake Up Call Ft. Punktuation

Lovesick
Instrumental - My best half by Atmosphere
My admittedly bitter take on the dirty laundry mat that is high school romance


[Intro]
She's dangerous/He's hopeless/She hates me/He's ugly/She’s safety/He's broken/I'll fix you/She loves me/He’s dangerous/She’s hopeless/He hates me/She's ugly/He's safety/She's broken/I'll fix you/He loves me/She's dangerous/He's hopeless/She hates me/He's ugly/She’s safety/He's broken/I'll fix you/She loves me/He’s dangerous/She’s hopeless/He hates me/She's ugly/He's safety/She's broken/I'll fix you/She loves me.
 
[Verse 1]
Check mark/Mark cool guy/Rocks a couple cartoon Garfield eyes/Slow pan to Suzie staring at him on school right/But he will never play a part for his far too shy/She's snug up in her noggin/While he wouldn't be comfortable twenty feet from where he's walking/Reluctant message sending due to overwhelming gossip/While he juggles his libido and his new developed conscience/Improbably what he was hoped was true/Had the sudden realisation that she's broken too (Yes!)/Now they can share coping moves and broken views/To have another heart of rubber to be broken too/What kinda capulet Christmas is this shit/Drinking from the chalice of wisdom that her lips bring/She acts a little different and his not the type to miss shit/But he's never gonna miss this. 
 
[Hook]
And I promise that’s just his best half/And I promise that’s just her best half (x2)
 
[Verse 2]
Check Sue/Dude fuck Sue’s shit/Just another ice cool high school chick/Why have a couple fellas hollering with hot doo flicks/Could have a million sutures
following with one crude pic/True shit/Sad broseph/That I know Sid/And word around the bro fists
she's supposedly a coke head/Flaunting round the locker room/Plus coughing up some coke breath/For sure Sid it's obvious I know what coke is/She does it on those clubbing nights/Hanging out with other guys/Mark will never suffer fights/Some cannabis is roasted/Avoiding staying up at night/Punching bag a tuckered knight/Battered heart and ruptured spine/The sun has died/He wonders why/He could tell she was pissed off/Saw scab covered slits on the spot of her wrist watch/Which got Mark in an intangible worry/Suzie said that's evidence that your forever just a sick pup/The friendly fire switch has been hit fuck/A union polluted into a battle of wits much/Blows of no proportion to each other in an influx/To them their own existence is for the other one to live fucked/Both of whom are lonely given up to much to give up/And if one of them departed then the others gunna win plus/So the two struggle on and the wounds don't recover/Until you don't recognise em without the presence of each other/Shooting stares at the sky on occasion each other angrily/Youthful hijinks burning empathy to apathy/Two caged parakeets/Feathers ruffled out there back and wings/When the door is shimmed open volunteer to stay in agony/All it took is a whisper/To set in motion a relationship reciprocating insults/Turtle doves oneing up one another for loves sake/You’re a slut/You’re a fuckface/I love you/It's lovesick 
 
(Intro and hook overlap)

Lovesick

Broken Branches 
Nothings beyond repair 

The Giving Tree By Shel Silverstein
Once there was a tree
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....
very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone. Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy."
"I am too big to climb and play" said the boy.
"I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money?"
"I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I have no money.
I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy."
And so the boy climbed up the
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time.... and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy
and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy." "I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy. "I want a house to keep me warm," he said. "I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house ?"
" I have no house," said the tree.
"The forest is my house,
but you may cut off
my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy." And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away
to build his house.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.
"Come, Boy," she whispered, "come and play."
"I am too old and sad to play,"
said the boy.
"I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?"
"Cut down my trunk
and make a boat," said the tree. "Then you can sail away...
and be happy."
And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away. And the tree was happy
but not really.

Broken Branches

Kingdom of Cynics 
A necessary change is coming
Instrumental - Leisureforce Aesop Rock

[Verse 1]
Particular in etiquette/Therapeutic gentlemen/Save you from the Serengeti place you in the sinner’s den/A house of validating everything that made a mess of men/While the king of cynicism felt the power of them needing him/Midas with his touch he brings a currency of tedium/Only sees what others have to see in him it's meaningless/Even if there was a meaning,
I don't think he's ever seeing it/Missing meat in life decides he's full from all the seasoning/Petty king of cynicism
peddling for following/Only ever seen during the darkest peak of shalloween/One would think he's humble with self-deprecating pageantry/But a position where he's seen as truly wrong is maddening/Hero of absurdity is something he'd be glad to be/Malice and compassion clashing masterpiece of tragedy/
Questioning sentiment/Emptiness/Therapist/Revenantcy of his head.
 
[Hook]
Cone piece long night/Dawn your armour/No sleep/No life/24 Hours (x2)
 
[ Verse 2]
Particular in etiquette/Pathetically inadequate/Couple dozen hits and golly wiz your sunk his battleship/Conditioned with prerequisites of never ending happiness/Parabolic fallacy he summoned form a talisman/Procrastinating master/Personify an accident/Humanise the cupid psychologically attacking him/Invincible to grandeur/The antithesis of talented/Cat without a passion but your taken by his lavishness/Fetishize his sadness put his worries in a gimp suit/Episodic story showing how he's gunna miss you/Ya settled in position like a mollusc or a wiz tooth/Denizen of little pond but separate the big blue/Setting his impression as a melancholy eye sore/Enablers around him what the hell he gotta try for/Basic ideologies would make ya spine curl/If it gets difficult then threaten suicide bye world 
 
[Hook]
Cone piece long night/Dawn your armour/No sleep/No life/24 Hours (x4)
 
 
[Verse 3]
We stand as holy knights against in sinister intentions and will rid the world of anything that we perceive as negative/Willingly detest against persona growing regiments/Bug eating bug in government pay checks prescribed in sedative/Particular in etiquette/Lord of all the weirder men/4 engorging courses of applause for him to eat and then/ He's starting to self-medicate/Fuelled from the delirium/You hope your never revel in the power of you leaving him/Particular in etiquette/Effigy of loneliness/Sitting in the throne room zoning out and zoning in/Phoning up to phone it in all he ever gets is dial tone/But he always said the he was gunna die alone so I don't know/Kingdom of cynics/Reduced to rubble and asphalt/Nothing but a memory like bunny ears and dad jokes/King of cynicism dissipates into a sad thought/Sun sets/Credits roll/And that's a rap up 
 
[Hook]
Cone piece long night/Dawn your armour/No sleep/No life/24 Hours (x4)

Stumped 
Guilt solves nothing 

And after a long time
the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy,"
said the tree," but I have nothing
left to give you -
My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak
for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone,"
said the tree. " You
cannot swing on them - "
"I am too old to swing
on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone, " said the tree.
"You cannot climb - "
"I am too tired to climb" said the boy.
"I am sorry," sighed the tree.
"I wish that I could give you something.... but I have nothing left.
I am just an old stump.
I am sorry...."
"I don't need very much now," said the boy. "just a quiet place to sit and rest.
I am very tired."
"Well," said the tree, straightening
herself up as much as she could,
"well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest." And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.

Stumped

M.E.M.E 
Instrumental - Whales by Hail Mary Mallon
 We are so so sorry


  [Grizzly]  Fickle race war between the pot and the kettle men/Yoshi was a brother during childhood development/Abandoned from necessity advancing up a level/20 million crickets all pretending that there special/Get worried.  [Punktuation] Picture this/Snicklefritz bags and goon sacks litter the little skitz kid's rooms and food scraps cover the carpet up along with scribbled confused raps/Sickening sex scene from his point of view cam/Get worried.  [Grizzly] Your former self worried with a stoic intervention/Yo homie on the sofa this will only take a second/If you take my future out the ticket cost is your intentions/Hopefully he doesn't notice creepy homeless guy erections/Get worried  [Punktuation] Worry is my motherfucking bride/Competing with a mistress and the cluttered desk time/Not a dollar sign in sight reptilian eyes/Skitter past the scimitars to simian isle/Get worried.  [Hook] Get worried x4  [Grizzly] Wild dad's gather at a pub to relax/Ensue breeze shooting and the chewing of the fat/Scare away a tourist thus ensuring that there tough/Settle whose offspring accomplished what/Get worried.  [Punktuation] A citizen of Sickening-Ville/Not a single thing about him isn't signalling pills/Sitting still's imaginary/TV premise/Citrus acid in his eye for penis pressing/Get worried.  [Grizzly] Corn niblets accompanied by dead weatherman/The kind of connotations that are coming with the letter X/My muse communication only staticky at best/A sprit writing lyrics who's dramatically depressed/Get worried.  [Punktuation] Worried as when senses meet skunk/Scared of visitors/Lack of limits/Commitments to stuff/Fingers pointed/Clitoris and Icarus luck/Inevitably identified as a sick fuck/Get worried.  [Grizzly] My spirt animal is an untangible masterpiece/Remain unknown to humans undishevelled by the cavalry/Wisdom and insanity/Mix bliss fullness and agony/A single man’s delusion is another man’s reality.   [Hook] Get worried x4

M.E.M.E

Picture day 
Instrumental - Picture day by Hail Mary Mallon 
Bonus round


Homie’s a hopeless jackolanturn pumpkin man without a light/Nothing on his brain not even a fucking spine/Apathy maped into fruition in your majesty's design/Lemmings falling single file predending everything is fine/Everything is lying 
/He’s misery awry/To him it's always couldy in the sky/Better manifest an issue which will swiftly kick him in the side/Cause if a obstacle can't live his life then he would have to try/Whoops/Shift it to another station/I'm not ready for that kind of confrontation/My own faults can get me woozy/Ohh-wee I think I'm feeling kinda faint/Cause I don't wanna learn or change or grow no not today/I'm not about that/I'm a cool character/Don't you losers know that self improvement is from Canada/I'm not about Mable/Leave your hockey and apologies/About them cuties homie it goes olly olly gobble me

Picture Day

Hack 
Self-deprecation run rampant
Instrumental - Hack by Blockhead
 
[Verse 1]
Have your heard the legendary tale of the cheapskate/Birthed from the bowels of a pedigree of remakes/Diseased brain/Seizing creativity from geniuses and scribbling his name within the land of his conveniences/Pen and paper lie in wait his mic a little rusty/He's hibernating now and his not moving in a hurry/Cuts between the dust and dust/He’s rarely writing monthly/Rather die before I let myself risk sitting up for nothing/Unbecoming/Under loving/Uncouth and/Unrelatable/Underlying issues that he clearly finds negatable/His decent mirrors the same way Azazel fell/Blatant plagiarism in the face of other capables/Welcome to the sad home of a mad puppet/Will you have this man’s soul or this lamb cutlet/I'm a peasant/I'm pathetic/I’m forgettable enough/I am screaming in the face of all integrity and love and -
 
[Hook]
I'm a hack (x6)
 
 

[Verse 2]
Abracabraggadocio/Hocus pocus herracy/Who's the fairest rapper knocking off another's legacy/Anyplace like home again/I think I can't I think I can't / I'm thinking put the phone to rest transform to auto sycophant / Using newtons laws/Rope an angel to the surface/Souly for the purpose of a ghostly writer perfect/Recognise a gimmick/Stack and pack it in my verses/A Jon citizen delivering derivative services to the kiddos/Some standards are unspoken and you broke em/The knowledge of your poppycock persona ever growing/Every long-forgotten fault of yours is quite abruptly showing/Nothing but a weird kid wearing a lyricists clothing/Okay/Knock knock/House call pleasure to meet/Would you please excuse the gross corrosive liquids I secrete/Now Before we can continue can you quickly sign this cheap release/We're happy to assist with even the sleaziest of thievery needs/Forget the coffee with a paupers have a tea with the queen/And Remember leave original ideas for the weak/A cautionary tale tangled in its failures/An uncreditable bear wearing a terrible stink and -
 
 
[Hook]
I'm a hack (x6)
 
[Outro]
(He’s a/He’s a/He’s a/He’s a)/(Haaaaaaack) 
 
 
(Punktuations music critique)

Hack

Tetra
A preemptive strike or something
Instrumental - Tetra by Aesop Rock

[Grizzly]
Always worthy of a final test/Sowing up soliloquies to summon up some primal shit/They kinda high that makes you wanna slide between environments and cut and slice your rivals eyes to prove that your survival fit/Liking it/You better be competitors with jealousy/Mixing sedives with X to stop the stress of being next to me/Expect to see improvement when I mosey in ya studio/Maybe use some rhyming words or something slightly musical/Spit idioms at idiots/Settle scores with metaphor/Turn on Donatello telling shredder on the telephone/Sever off a leg an then head ahead of me I'm getting though/Looking on the web to check if turtle meat is edible/Incredible/Susceptible to playing the antagonist/Impeccable in habit of showing up within accidents in the past I used to be a pacifist/What happend then?/Something snapped inside my sanity collapsing the establishment/Lookie/Whoopsie daisies definition of immaculate/Convert another rapper from a dragon to inadequate/Sympathise to swell his spirits stab him in the back and then/Sit back and watch you cats react I am the needed catalyst/And i always play tic tac toe with my life honest/Have I seen your confidence I swear I was just standing on it/I'm sure it was against you though it's best that you just cut ya losses/Along with any musical delusions widdle micro possum/Oooof/Critical hit to your faculties/As I blister up the wallpaper that some would call reality/Multiple malfunctions of your only working system 
While I pour myself a cup of your ambition You live in another fickle place of snake men and asshats/I live inside a picture perfect painting of the abstract/Seen the greatest battle in the history of Pac-man 
/While I Destroy your whole identity anhilating snap backs/Sad fact/Bad man/Enigmatic character/Sorry buckaroo I will not entertain an amateur/Incredible vernacular/Disposable and horrible/Spectacular pathetic man/Please visit for a congical 

[Skit]
Hey god, do I have a purpose...Is that a no

Unmeditated/level up of pessimistic penmanship/Apostle problematic he's the opposite of heaven sent/You are not a superman not even a Ben Tennyson/You are nothing but a lonely man who's lacking an identity/And you will Try anything/Solely for a mass attention hit/Never will it mean a thing/Never will you question shit/Never will I lay my ugly dusty bloody kicks to rest/And never will I see you as a threat


[Punktuation]
Honestly/Ain’t got the time to stop and swap the gossip/You’re worshiping your television I sign of as godless/Common scene corrupted must of lost in the possum pouch/The run around gambit in a cluster cloud of ugly pouts/Ouch!/The burden of your person really hurting me/Try growing out some wings/I might prefer you more when featheryCompared to where you are now in a mess of codependencies/Hum dee da wait what was that?/I’m perched on cloud negative/Pregnancy/Expected is an alternate perceptive field/Antenna feeler feels it and intends you be the ravaged meal/Savage/Animals amalgamated with him/Just to get his animation kicking/Copycating image/Village is yours?/Well then I get to spread jaws apart/He crawled into the market and distorted all parts of it/Your territory lord of it/He treated it like lemon trees/Lifted up his leg and peed to mark it as his/He’s/Been disagreeable since weekends were steeple town/Read aloud the sheepish creed and crease it Jesus crown/Treat deakons to the teeth/Crazed creature features/Never freeze with bear skin on my back/I Tear femurs out/Bleeder/You lookin like a pizza to me be warned/We the beasts and come here for he clean up of the weaker spawn/We’ve been keeping out but not opposed to eating flesh/No matter who or what you are you’ll never be a threat/No shit!

Tetra Ft. Punktuation

Serenade. (Completed Booklet version) 
Instrumental - Serenade by Blockhead
No city’s disclaimer
 

Hi my name is Lane and I'm obnoxious/Got ya/Doesn't really seem to bother you/Couldn’t fathom how I tamper with an image/Take a blizzard of terrific vision colour it in cumbersome/The silly king of cynics/Cut up into ribbons/Take the seraph tinted pill/So you can see me as I/Cup of joe and mystic liquid of resentment you see/Actually/A tragic/And inadequate guy/The story your about to hear/Is purely one of fiction/Purely many jealous ramblings of a finicky child/I've been a hell of a brat/I've been a horrible friend/And I will use you as a means to an impossible end/If you pick a part the pointless/Come to witness it's was my decent/Always been in awe of your ability to try again/Enjoy the rest of your night then/Friend

Serenade.

Night in the woods 
Instrumental - Night Train Promo by Aesop Rock
A song about a game about growing up weird


Mae Borowski super ego trash fire spirt mammal/Slipping from belligerent to giddy in the given hours/Tail in between his legs return to grounds of pitter patter/Little city etiquette pretending that it never happened/Skeleton appendages/A economic ice age/Pop’s ghost story quotes ringing a bell/Reciting every note as if he wrote it himself/The Crazy things will happen in the town as the light fades/With a chip on his collar and a notch out his earlobe/I'll maneuverer trough the rural home of possums and weirdos/I'll encounter spooky situations frightening friendships/Discover universes and a cosmic indifference/Monstrous existence/Honourable wisdom/I see constellations only known to me and the distance/During peace I often dream of the destruction and mayhem/Normally manifesting to a call to action to wake me/Sneaky mallard has babies/No ambition to feed em/Subterranean pretzels render me causal thief/Coming of age during the changing of seasons/Something ‘bout an adolescence is so tragically bleak/Every time I sleep/Deities speak condescendingly/I protest/They dismiss My ignorance horrendously/Interpreting my attempts to communicate as jovial/I wanted to be home again/This isn't really home at all/Amalgamating every loving face to shapes so drained of life demeanour of a poltergeist to break it is to make it more/Shake an amputated arm/In place of old acquaintances you wonder the location of/Went looking for the gods/Died alone inside the winters might/Zoning my indifferences aside I wish I said goodbye/A separated Gemini/A cog without a system/Pair of nightmare eyes right there with him/Twisted kitten in a noggin of dishonesty/Effortlessly terrible to everyone I cherish/Perish anywhere but here a pause along the odyssey/A monument of compromise I'll atomise the possum springs.

Night In The Woods (Ode To Mae)

Mixed by Gunsmith 
Beat from Cappo's Modern Thunder

First off, thanks to Cappo for putting this up and giving me the opportunity to spit on such a atmospheric beat, dudes a killer producer give Modern Thunder a listen when it drops  

So imma try and not sound to self righteous
This is a track on the current braggadocios zeitgeist predominantly found in my genre. Name a scene more defined by 'taking down' contemporaries, adding to the stigma making it harder for the music to inspire others like it has us. I've enjoyed rap beef, I've been a part of it and it can be warranted. But these instances are few and far between. Find success in your own skills not others flaws, a little bumper sticker-esque but it's the best advice i could give any creative. As inexperienced as it may sound 
Enjoy 


Lyrics

Snap crack babble on a boom bap amateur 
Cappo on the track is like a obelisk on planet earth 

Frank Gallagher, Lab rat shambler 
I burn up from the underground with grandeur and a can worms 

I’m never braggadocios 
I’d manage smug it is to bragging what apple sauce container is to Mac and Mojave

I’m never braggadocios  
You didn’t fathom moving in with dad and mom because a number growth a magnum opus 

I’m never braggadocios  
I’d rather re-attach your passion fruit with Elmer’s glue and compliment intuitive 

I never braggadocios  
Rather drink amalgamate of every flavour of the week then fix your syllabus 

You falling off while your popping a bomb of pet peeves 

I’m hopping on and I’m making off with your big wheel 

When a artist or offer is like a wet T

I find in common or opposite to dead meal 

It’s a zombification of what your debts mean 

It’s an obvious problem copping a culture 

Lowly Romulus comedy king of menlings

The most superficial children oath alluding to a usurp

Wait 

A colony of Arthropoda turn on one another in the hopes of ruling over spoiled crumble on a plate 

A following that’s stolen from a dirty beef is rarely earned serves towards the evidence your fear is ruling shape 

there’s something typical of musical endeavours weaponised to undermine a fellow rappers presence in a game 

Isolating both intended party, and recoil when your spilling to the public how you play 

Touche

What a cute tip

Coming from a hypocrite 

It means I sorta under stand the jealousy your sitting in 

Be sure your adding more than an emoticon and shitty grin to build upon the work of better men who still have living kin  

Smoke chipped ice 
With sick guys 
But inside 
You twist lies 
And I eyeing them
For 
Night It’s neigh
But inside it’s his side 
Write pick try design try again 

Nice kick time
synthesise
An enzyme 
Sent six I’ll 
Arrive once in ten 

So stick timing 
Environment, rhyme,
Sequence, size and then work the diss 

I’m seeing every sermon as a tourniquet 
Colliding with the ravenous intentions of a leaner permeant certain that it’s permanent theres nothing that I’m sure of but I feel I some punditry  upon it cause it’s personal 

Coming from a 
On guard bigger guy, soft spot minimise hunched back, trippy eye, aardvark head 

Compartmentalize dark parts in lie 
Y’all can visualise bark bark them 

They covered in your artifice 
at least as far as I can tell 

I’m not an mc to save a genre alive an well 

I only have respect for an illuminist of a mic and pale, if they can find success without the innards of writers tale  

Ayo 
Add a dash or a pound of your insecurity
No matter how you try to mask it they will know it’s there  

Just a pinch of minimal sense of effort and 
Your incomparable laziness making flow repairs 

A tablespoon of a movement that you have never known 
Promoting shows that you won’t ever go to never been

The molten pot is compositive of your energy 
Now add the braggadocio 
The Crem dala crem 

Now add the braggadocio 
Now add the braggadocio 
Now add the braggadocio 
Crem dala crem 

Now add the braggadocio 
Now add the braggadocio 
Now add the braggadocio 
Crem dala crem

Braggadocious (Rain and hail challenge entry)

Grizzly is a shambling unkempt youth who seems, at least during performance, considerably bigger than the stage. His vocal is a visceral growl, his lyrics are irony clad, nihilistic, and rich with dark wit. His jagged poetic style loves a hook, loves an earworm. For all his bearishness, his performance is shot with mercurial cheek, inviting the audience to share in the huge joke that life is.

Grizzly The Hermit

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