The Doctor and his companions land on a desolate planet in dire need of help.

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Iron Lung

Had a silver tongue 
And an iron lung
Inhaling the stuff 
Coming up off his songs

Byproduct what I’m speaking bout
Get your speakers out
If they’re broken let your window down 

When he finally spoke 
His voice so loud
They heard it at the edge of town

You dont know 
how low the bass go
When hes around
you can feel it in the ground

Not sweating the sky
No sun and no cloud
Why?
Some say he blot it out

Some know better than to shout
Dont go looking for him, now
Your mom says youre not allowed

Check the time allotment 
Says rhyming all the way down
to the liquor store
To hand it out

Or on the streets
Makes beats like
He needs to eat
And he do
So wheres the beef?

He be nashing
Look at the teeth
If any cage can contain
Tell me how is he free?

Confession 
Must contest to the prowess
Never went to college 
But still got 
The profession

His name is Yes That
Rather odd guy
He only speaks in facts
Never look him in the eye

If you do
You turn to stone
Every time he touched the microphone 
Turned to gold

Made a wish on his name
It didnt go in vain
And he’s got magic powers 
make a normal man insane

Iron Lung

Special Secret Of Baby

Interstitial Space

Some say that hes cold
Some say “hielo”
Not “Amarillo”
Skin Armadillo 

Crush says “he needs a brush”
Love says “sapio”

Is it one or zero?
in the code, Neo
Bitch, dont be a snitch 
Or get a stitch, Lilo

Interstellar skills
The interstitial beat kills
He eats gills
Waste not and be fulfilled

Im not competing 
Im eating
And working on my build

Everybody chill 
The flow you like to feel
He’s spouting

The difference was real
Except it wasn’t hills
Mountains 🏔️ 

Oh my days
He’s coming for them
Better get to counting

To the wish, fountain!
I need change now
Only had big bills
Had to break it down

A message for the masses
Up your asses

Yeah the grass
Made him crass
But he passes classes

With all C’s
He forreal just like me
Just a chill guy
I’d even let the dog bite me

Or hump my leg
Wouldnt make him beg

I do this on the reg

Not beastiality

Gotta circumvent reality

To see my principality

If you dont like That
You can go and tattle
On me

I really like the drone


If you want a battle
You got yourself a battle

I wont be home alone
Thats where all the people come
To see me on my throne 

Dropping shit for fun

Close the door

Leave me be
Im tryna make a bomb

Maybe four…
How many do we need
To even out the score?

Not looking at the boards

Or the floor

Armadillo

Business
We stand on business
We make the deals
We do the dealings
Good hair
She got that good sense
And she smell like incense 
So I need the business 
Business
Better mind your business 
No one gets a deal
Its only business 
Curb appeal
And she got the curls
So I copped a feel
Now she my favorite girl
That girl is so real
She know how to deal
Treat her like a princess 
Giving her the business 
What you know about bread, nigga?
You ain't counting no heads
Niggas just wanna be fed
He on his post!
Who got the right to boast?
Yes, That nigga got most
It's not common
No sense, just wasn’t coming in
Them faces turned away
Left you out standing in the median
Around here
A dollar can build it or break it
Face it
Use it or lose it don’t waste it
Around here
Better be willing to chase it
Keep it
Make it and bank it and leave it
What you know about fears?
When you gonna hit that blunt?
Babygirl have your fun
Uh
Bring it over here
Make that run
Make it disappear 
Make that jump
Make that shit work how it’s supposed to
Huh huh huh
He made dirt
Yeah
Pick it up
Dust that shit off
Huh
Play it back
Ay
This is That
Not the ones the boys made
Listened back
Sounded fan made 
Business 
Tell me what your hands made
Had a couple jams 
But I never used a Band-Aid
Cause I’m not stuck on feelings
Made a couple bands
And I never left the building
What you know about art boys?
He just want to party
Get you some money, boys
No aint shit sweet
No peaches and honey
Aint shit funny, boys
Yeah cats love chasing
Rats is racing
But we running, boys
This shit get deadly 
Catch you looking
For another choice
Hey 
business 
You ain’t got no business
Better mind your (Hey) 
Before you get the business 
Hey 
business 
You ain’t got no business
Better mind your (Hey) 
Before you get the business 
Hey
Hey
What you know about me?
(He goes)
Hey
Hey
What you know about me?

Business

Yes, That on the track
Back to give you what you need
You forgot what you lack
But I got you, Relax
No ones ‘bout to attack
Cause I got this shit on lockdown
Tell me where you at
Are you with me or what?
Is you is or is you not down?
(Huh?)
Miss me with the scuttlebutt
Double dutching bitches shaking bubble butts
Wow…
Not alot of times you get to see this stuff, huh?
Uh
Well, stick with me, kid
How’d you get to be here?
Going out on weekends?
Not that
Secret
Got that sauce
Leaking
Speak it out 
Thats all
Speakers off the wall
Leaping
Free him from the cost
We cant
Keep up at all
Thats all they say
Yes, Thats all
They say
Need him on the call
Busy
Judging by her face 
Couldn’t tell off the flip
Probably shaking from the bass 
Coming out of the whip
I got one more time to call her out of her name
Then what she gonna do?
(Huh?)
She never explained much further 
Hunched over
Munched on her
Lunch order
No evidence was found
Never rewound the recorder
Don’t quote him
Got nothing for ‘em
They can see my hands, man
Miss me with the Lorem
And if some do turn up, it wasn’t on him.
Then we’ll see how bad they really want him.

Lorem

“If some do turn up it wasn’t on him/ then we’ll see how bad they really want him”
This is the most cryptic part of the song.
“If some do turn up” could suggest a situation where things get tense and there’s a possibility for confrontation or escalation
The phrase, “it wasn’t on him” seems to indicate that the speaker is distancing themselves from the situation
Perhaps deflecting responsibility or rejecting blame for what happens next
“We’ll see how bad they really want him” poses a challenge.
Questioning how far others are willing to go for what they desire.
And whether that desire will push them into dangerous or uncomfortable situations 
Whether it’s power, rec-rec-recognition, or something else

Interlude

Dont make me throw the switch
He screwed the pooch
So we flipped the bitch
Out like a light
She like ‘em lighter 
Like a Bic
Baby give me dick
That’s what she said
Had to pause
I was missing it
Over head
Put the dick in her butt
Call me Dick Butkus
On me with the same lips
She used to smooch her husband 
With
Hm…
That dont make sense
After all that shit 
Bricks through the whip
Had to send it to the ship 
Oops! I meant “shop”
Man, I fuck it up a lot
Im the jit
I meant “shit”
Really fucking with this bit
I said “bit”
Not “beat”, bitch
Feet up 
Elevated
I’m in the running 
For the most debated
…
Mostly hated
But he stayed up
In the race
Look at that
What he win?
Yes, That’s about face
And the rack 
Fully packed
With a cold gold Stag
Had the hags
Touching toe tags
For the tote bag
…
Bout to go back to the grave
Like why I play hard
Looking at it like its work
It’s a play yard
Uh yeah 
Bet you can’t do it like me
At the party
Go get your money OG
My sis, Loutreece had told me
Lucky
In the street
We dont all get 23 
Its a game
Admit defeat 
Don’t be believing what you see
It’s such a shame
Need a brain
If you think you touching me
Copped a feel
And got the cane 
I was raised to up the Heat
In a cage all the same
Cause we all dont get to dream
Every dog has his day
Every ruby had to gleam
Any god damned way
Had to squeeze it til it bleed
Had to be okay
With losing a couple things
Sleeping in the shit 
With the hogs I was rolling 
And keep it legit 
on the log
Books are open 
Ahh

The Switch

Hey! Greedy ass niggas
Look at what you got, go figure
Duke her
Babygirls a trooper 
Dont forget 
She’s behind on rent
You gone have to give it up, tenfold
Now she got the bag on hold
Now they want to get them all sold
Can I get some guap? 
No nigga
Waiting for the drop
Go figure
Wait… Something I’m forgetting
Oh
I said that already
Them bars been old
Thinking about a change of setting
But then, woah
That’s when niggas started spitting gold
Had to see the story unfold 
I’m waiting for the accolades 
That Im not getting
I just dropped the game off 
For the tree fity
Fuck what you heard, man
We was just chilling
Yeah we just friends 
And she let me see her titty
From time to time 
Every time cause
Slime, she’s a dime
Its an effort to bomb
I’m on the mic like press
She putting pressure on mine
If I procure the pedicure
I own it it’s mine
She said he’s gone at 5
So she told me to slide
And these are not my slides
But I’m hoping it’s fine
I’m going home at 9
So the homie don’t find
Me leaving with the key 
Coming out of the side 
Exit is not tryna get cracked
Or the bitch slapped
Fuck that put it back under the mat
And I’m out
…
Later that evening
I’m back and attached
To a seething needing
Keep me on my feet and
Always keep me eating
And I’ll never leave you weeping
Never keep you keeping
We can keep the peace
We can keep it decent
Or kick it in the deep end
Uh
Yeah tell me what you need
Baby I can be it
Tell me what to be

Ow! 
You got my fingers!
Why don’t tot use them?
Think you didn’t have any brains at all
Are you gonna let that heffer try and buffalo ya?
I got them hogs to get in
When you come home dont go by
Her nasty old cat
We’re busy
And he can’t catch her old cat anyway
You’re just as scared as I am
That’s all
Have a little courage that’s all
Oh alright

The Key

Who’s tryna get at him?
Who’s looking for the best?
Who’s looking for Yes, That
Well… he just left
To get a roll of quarters 
And a pick for his fro
But If you hurry and go 
Maybe you could still 
Catch him at the corner 
Had a Duffle bag on
And it’s full of orders
Headed to the P.O.S.T. 
Office
Trying not to get too 
Off this
Raucous 
Green
I just copped this
You dont even know what I mean
Just bop this  
Still check prices
Ain’t even got to think about checking
Mike Tyson 
No boxing
Check boxes
You can only dream about checking
Got options
You can never weigh 
Say things that you’d never think to say
Don’t just stand there looking dazed
Eyes all glazed like a donut
No I really shouldn’t
I’m tryna watch my figure
Man, what the hey
Why they say he go nuts
On the mic like meshuga?
Why I hear them say it everyday?
Maybe I heard it my dreams
She said she don’t choose teams
And by the way…
Have you ever had a Krispy Kreme?
And was it Krispy?
Trust me
Got umpteen trusty upbeats
Got dusty, so I dusted
Rusty? Not me, I use Rust-eze
And with an insane amount of luck
You can have this mind
Born the same day
Under the same sign
From the same womb
Walking the same line
Sharing the same tomb
Bad news
For the likes of yous:
This is not the life we choose
It’s the one we get
You only get one
Once you get done, dunce
Then you’re done
Yeah It’s nasty work
Gone have to get past him first
Then have to get past his men
Be over ten times faster than
And spew rhymes like Laxatives
You like That? 
Well…
Lights camera action then
I’m really only flashing them
Flash in a pan fans who was after him
Giving them what fell off from the “axatives”
Your ass is his
You don’t mow your lawn
Cause your grass is his
Dont get your wig split 
Without asking him
Gracias. De nada.
We just being cheesy
Like ricotta
Don’t get caught up
I got a lot I gotta get off
Ciabatta on my oblongata 
Lost in my thoughts
All bots
But convinced that they’re not
Bill Pots
Real talk
He was missing a lot
Of the cheddar,
Steady getting better
In the meantime
Like the springtime
Weather
Go getter
Whether or not
Shes hot
Got space for the hog
And she call me the doc 
Because I rhyme so long
You gotta tell me to stop
The kind of time that I’m on
It’s like… another block
But the block is a clock
The long arm is a cop
And the hands made a plan
To make guap with bops
They made a whole…
(I’m just a number on the face
like anyone 
I’m running in this race 
like like like
Like anyone
Who gonna take the cake?
Not anyone
Not anyone)
…Pot

Krispy?

Yes That is presenting something rare
Offering a glimpse into a world that few get access tomorrow
It’s like he’s giving the listener a chance to witness his power
But also to test their loyalty or willingness to follow
It’s unclear…
Maybe even private
Casual unbothered
Thats something that seems intentional
A rejection of superficiality or noise
An underlying seriousness
He’s distancing himself from anyone who doesn’t see the bigger picture
There’s something beneath the surface
…
Night turned to day
Then did it again
I stayed up all night
Till like 7am
Holding an SM57
Thinking about with my cousins
Sharon and Kevin
Seen them in LA
Feel like I got blessings
From putting in everyday
When I was 8 
or 7
I thought I could fly
Some things never change
Look up at the sky
If you think you can make it out
A bird or a plane

Rare

Yeah come on
Gotta get to the store 
‘Fore they close
Gotta get some new hoes
Keeping them on their toes
You tryna step into pose
She running pillar to post
With the one that you know
I tried to give her the ghost
Yeah I got the mic
No its never remote
Yeah I’m flowing so fine
More shine in the coat
Yeah I don’t count dimes
Got commas and O’s
Im like Amazon Prime
Way I’m coming to folks
Who bout to vibe?
Who got the rhymes?
Who got the time?
We bout to find
Yeah got the rhymes
Five fifty-nine
In the PM
Slipping into DMs
Sarah must be sleeping tho
Wasnt receiving him
Sally say she can’t stay
It’s chipping at her character
Let’s see what Jan say
Maybe she more chipper
Jan don’t play
Used to be a stripper 
Walk a long way
Just for me to kiss her
Even just the temple
Said it made her tremble
She made it simple
Always tryna stick her finger In my dimple 
Yeah and I hated it back then
But if she hit me back
I’ll let her do it again
Come on
Yeah come on
I put it on
I want you to know
Come on let’s go
Who got the flow?
Who on the mic?
Who got the know how?
Wow
Said it first on the other song
Said it here again 
Just to say it on another one
That nigga troublesome 
Save yourself some trouble
Run
And don’t stop 
Cause I ran out of bubblegum
Something to chew on
While I’m kicking asses
Viewers discretion advised 
If you wearing glasses
Beats blasting 
Shattering the masses 
Look out for the shards
Of his wit or get slit 
Fast how a life can get dashed
Type of shit I’m thinking about
Shopping for molasses 
Yes That

Molasses

(Come dry your cares)
(Under my umbrella)
Way shit go down
Be Dumbfounded
Scrubbed out doing dishes
Out here looking like a nightmare
If I got fears how’d I get the mic here?
Yeah
Maybe I was scared
Maybe I just care
Baby I was there
Yeah
I fought a lot of fights here
Haven’t seen half the tragedies out there
God bless
I’m sneezing these words here
Freezing my ass off 
Putting It out there 
(Come dry your cares)
(Under my umbrella)
But she got me
Yeah come on
Love is a funny thing
Could be a money thing
Could have been written in the stars
If its even in the cards
Some don’t get regards
Some people been together so long
Because they settle things
Some are passionate 
Some are just acting
Some are class act
Some got class action
Transactions
Some of them are cashing in
Some are catching feelings
And it’s genuine 
Some are here for the summer
Some are here for the spring 
It’s not a thing to some of them
To some of them it’s all they need
Could be a scary thing
Oh! How embarrassing 
Loving someone, getting nothing back
That’ll get you off of track
Get you into your psychology 
Been spending time writing rhymes 
Holding on these lines
And hoping that they carry me
(Under my umbrella)
Down from the ledge
(Come dry your cares)
(Under my umbrella)
And that’s the end

Yes, That Hugh Vincent

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