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Turn Up

Lyrics:
theres a murder of crows in our system
and your knockout king is the biggest fucking pussy
you gotta be kidding man fuck your opinions like them words to the coppers
the sex getting violent cause i sleep with a choppa
i don't believe that shit about everybody deserves a second chance
most don't
it's like i'm speaking in reverse when your stomachs putting bullets in my cult
ya'll can't stop me, i'm shredding these copies, 
like i was Uroku Saki
you're stuck in your fantasy wishing you were a seeker in quiddich
that makes you a snitch, hardly a catch
like a fish who can't fathom the depths of sea while i'm out fucking another 20,000 bitches outta my league
so fuck your options and difficulty settings i'm in my own world without copy rights but the patents pending
i'm not finding your clown fish fuck your pixar reference
i'm serving my prison sentence in super jail animated by my best friend
how many of ya'll listening to this
are gonna remember life before the internet
i love my cat like i love pussy and that double entendra
i don't need 30 lives and a konami code to beat contra
i'm a beast or at least i was at first
i don't wanna be a star there's already too many in the universe
fascine your ratchet bitch on my socket wrench
looking for a future masseuse cause the past tense
time thief fake as fuck but i'm as real as this

Murder Of Crows

Lyrics:
in the belly of the beast
i'm leviathan picking kraken teeth out my baleen
antiquated ant queen’s courtship dancing, routine
got all the ants hoping to finally grow wings
but there's an absence granted by every wish
you think evolution removed the skeleton from the jellyfish?
looking for some leverage might i suggest wedges
try to break the laws of physics you'll get arrested
tested, looking for a message to end up with questions
never learned a lesson
i'm gonna drown myself in that elixir of youth
drink from the fountain until i fucking puke
8 legs, 8 hands, 4 swords one in each of them
1 body, 1 stinger, 666 eyes in the center
ape scorpion, blind god, fertilized the egg of the new world

clasp your hands, prey to the talisman
manufactured by the unholy craftsman
cephalopods swimming towards the sand
it won't be long before squids walk on land
i would but i'm better and i'm better than butter
and i bed her and i set her in the center of summer
and i sink in the sun and i think one that got away
a way to a better life would have found it better in a better world

Ape Scorpion

Lyrics:
Taxidermy the llama I fuck like a choppa these trap bitches trippin and flippin and they vision
they flashing their colors like shit it's the coppers
She petting her kitten, she asks for assistance
lacking the patience and I still be like damn girl, i'm pleased to make your acquaintance
I'm on the fence, I'm indecisive, fucking your bitch, well bitch I just might of
always remember blood is thicker than water
cause bitches you fucking are somebody's daughter
and always remember the seed and the serpent
cause when they collide a human emerges
and when it emerges it searches for purpose
that purpose is served through self perseverance
and all the good samara tins crowd at the lynch
cause even heroes celebrate the death of the wicked witch
Bitch, what you think I give a fuck?
come and watch my pineal gland erupt
yeah i'm on all these drugs
come and watch my pineal gland erupt
ready go, stupid motherfucker and you just don't know
and doesn't even matter cause your brain's gonna splatter
when i empty my clip and then reload
fuck it unload
i'm calling all coppers and i'm calling all creeps
to go and grab your choppers and then storm the streets
we ain't talking about a protest, we ain't talking about scene
we're gonna start a riot and topple this regime

laughing my head off when i'm all alone
laughing my head off when i'm all alone
yeah laughing my head off and i'm all alone
now i'm laughing my head off and i'm all alone

Behold Now Behemoth

Lyrics:
no gold chains no gold grills
still crack skulls like i crack seals
only as real as my reflection
see colors in numbers with my perception
i don't believe in peace, i don't believe in violence
i don't believe in god and i sure don't believe in science
i don't believe in nihilsm that shit don't exist
on so many prescriptions you could call me a clinic
and you're bitch say something
go figure
give her my fidgets that's number and fingers
i'm stupid and useless
like all humans
that's how it is, that's how i see it
misanthropy is gonna be the feeling
cathode ray tube, long live the new flesh
deb rah harry in a torture garden begging for punishment
bitch you're starvin
looking like a holocaust
Nintendo hard video game, bitch and i'm the boss
and that queen, shit call her chupacabra
cause she suck me clean like a motherfucking monster
think that's something
i was abducted
I was the particular
cold dead eyes of greys from zeta reticula
stretch my temple
feel the implant left by extra terrestrials
you think i give a fuck about getting paid
leave a superficial bitch, in a shallow grave
dig her ass up for reverse exorcism
cause she's obsessed with material possession

put your ducks in a row like eggs in a basket
fuck her to death turn that bed to a casket
she classy and ratchet and clankin that drank
smoking that dank
don't like opinions so fuck what you think
running and gunning this shit just for fun so I hoping you knowing I ain't shooting blanks

Time Thief, Watch the world burn with a shit eating grin on my white trash teeth
while I retreat to the comfort of my cum stained sheets

The Dragon's Lair

Lyrics:
Stop look and listen while i distance this instant from intrinsic persistence to unruly resistance to feel apart from existence
never felt precision until the opposable thumb
like the beat from my kick drum kicking in your ear drum
and if you're impressed by my wit and the way i spit
know it's second rate to the way i terrorize a drum kit
with so much to say i'm gonna force you to listen like when you prey and force god to listen
whether you be a muslim or a christian or a hoodlum stuck in prison bitch, my words extend to the stratospheric system
incarcerate your apathy a careless penitentiary
solitary confinement, empathy confided in misery
a glass that's empty, violent and thirst
i'm a canary in a coal mine, singing in a cage and waiting to die, stuck in the first stage of a sub-imago mayfly
while forces contort the metamorphosis
portions of the corpses decompose in a composition of horses
positioned in utter distortion, the misfortune of an unfortunate platoon with the ignorance of a drunken buffoon
but soon the moon with spoon the sky and a loon will cry
help the home and let us lie the fox is sly and words are wise
night is only day's disguise and if we prey and close our eyes will soon believe in lies

well i guess i'm supposed to be hip to make this fucking thing hop but just like falling off a cliff once you start to you can't stop if there are rules to doing this every MC must be a cop cause pop culture references supersaturate sentences like alcoholic beverages and sexual preferences
so when you're at the club and you're circling like a vulture remember only assholes are heroes in american pop culture cause they're are born poor then they get rich quick
then film ends and their minds turn to shit
beyond that nothing matters, flattery is practically a waste hours, every battery is drained of all it's power
so pretend to be in the womb and prepare to bloom into a placenta flower, an afterbirth blossom who's retribution will be awesome
no longer neglected and despised like the opossum your future is now and it looks pinky promising
it's a brand new day but the sun is rising
"creep upon an elk in the shade" it's saying
a rebirth can't begin without a selfless slaying
 

Crawlspace

Lyrics:
somnambulism, do this while i sleep walk
you talk in your sleep and count the fucking sheep's flock
i'm armed with a clock, got time on my side
i'm a fucking lion, i'm a swallow my pride
ya'll acting cute, i'm not easily amused
you say you're spitting venom, well i guess that i'm immune
they say money talks well i guess that i'm a mute
no gold piles pulled from the pulpits
but i've got six cylinders filled with silver bullets
holdup wait hold it, you can match my sound
about 5'5'' but stand well above the crowd
got a problem, add it up, grab your abacus
i'm a genie bitch, go ahead make a wish
use all three you'll still never be as good as this…please

no fallen angels getting handouts from devils
the skin will withstand it's skeleton until see better levels
options see fit in the absence of decision,
predicting the future creates an incision
in the space time continuum like a plant made of light in a cave of delirium all of out spite, in spite of the fact
you can barely put on an act
but i can turn your mood ring into solid black

Sleeptalker

Time Thief raps over Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good

If You Don't Like It, Turn It Up Mixtape

All one take.

You know i'm good

Lyrics:

cobalt asphalt
dangerous somersault
canvas, paintless
waiting for progress
cornerstone, alien clone
sequenced the chromosome
tampons, female bonds
girls cycles correspond
government, absent
utopian announcement
the witness, tampered with
indisputable evidence
stairways, make way
for handicapped complaints
a counsel, of animals
avoid falling anvils
platoons of cartoons
animated sand dunes
gravediggers, shiver
at the approach of figures
whomever, whatever
him or it, doesn't matter
skyscrapers, newspapers
black and white acres
preemptive, incentive
preventative offensive
it mostly, could be
totally other worldly
science fiction, superstition
moral admonition
corresponding, correlating
constant fucking copulating
 
one thousand clapping cats that's two thousand applauding paws
 
overwhelming, swelling
the struggles compelling
confused, misused
ambivalence infused
descriptions, insistence
cataloging amphibians
winter hinders
anaerobic adventures
perverts, convert
dreams like mug wart
children, listen in
wiretapped investigation
topless waitress
is gaining independence
capitalism, communism
insecure wisdom
an older soldier
killing for some closure
empty cemetary
vacancy is temporary
a minute, commute
pluck the problem by the root
prisoner's whisper
rumors about each other
doctors conjure
shaman procedures
outstanding, landing
the pilots commanding
ruthless, toothless
filthy rich and homeless
the trance of a thousand ants
six thousand legs dance
 
one thousand clapping cats that's two thousand applauding paws
 
turnips turn up
when seeds grow up
extra soft show off
patience of a sloth
calm down, turn around
ignore the sound
walk strait, talk fake
you're playing for the highest stakes
just smile, nod awhile
emotions run wild
confine, your mind
even if you feel inclined
 
one thousand clapping cats that's two thousand applauding...pause

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