ME: Don’t try rapping 
That’s for the other kids, not you 
Think of the shit you’d get from your brother, kid 
He fought you time and again on blog hobbies and smartphone Pikachu 
Videogames and your favorite band, too 

(me): Thanks a lot, dude 

ME: Shh, no 

Life is good, though 
I mean, nobody ever shot you 
Or caught you in the street drunk 
Or with a little bag of pot in your back pocket 
And brought you in a Charger on charges to a cell to rot 
You better get back to that loan company job that you got 

You can jot down a few bars in an unsaved Word doc 
And talk the talk until you X out ’cause you know you ain’t walk the walk 
You forgot the same old lessons your thoughts taught you 
Fell asleep at your desk again, didn’t you? I watched you 

Distracted by daydreams again and look what it bought you 
Get that shit out of your system, kid like, “ah-choo” 
I understand you thought the game sought you, kid, I got you 
But don’t try rapping, kid, that’s for the other ones 
Not you 

Can’t try rapping; that’s for the other kids 
Don’t try rapping; that’s for the other kids 

Understand? 

I mean, damn, you can’t even cuss right 
I bet you chose those words 'cause you heard other rappers cuss, right? 
You never thought, “Hmm… the curse in the verse is just right” 
And now you rhymed the same word three times in a row 
Hell of a quote rapper end quote you know? 

Granola boy from Upstate ADK bud, don’t you know? 
The NOLA boys’ll upstage you any day so 
Don’t you go rapping about your problems; what problems? 
What makes you think your daydreaming deserves an audience? 

Honestly kid, your lack of problems is painfully obvious 
Obviously the worst is what you owe in student loans to Navient 
And for what? Four years of frisbee at a private university? 

(me): Impurity, indecision, missed opportunities, and religion 
And screaming in between my best friend and my girlfriend 
Tears streaming in between my fiancée and my best man 
Overpriced rings and broken relationships I cast my pearls in 
Falling out and in and out and right back in until the world’s end 

ME: Stop 

Can’t try rapping; that’s for the other kids 
Don’t try rapping; that’s for the other kids 

(ME): Excuse me? 

As I was saying 
I know my life don’t look like a string of terrible things 
Weighing heavily down upon my two skinny shoulders 
Day in and day out until I’m found 
Laying face down in a ditch or sleeping on a bench 

But I got issues that you’d never know exist 
And they’re not coming from in the hood but under it 
Blundering idiot, what the hell do you rap for? 
Nothing but self-glorifying and masturbatory lyrics 

It seems you think I’m tied to indie music and internet memes 
All because I’m hanging right in between the extremes 
Too happy or sad, too awkward to brag 
But I ain’t down enough in the dirt for rap 

You think of me and can’t identify the hurt for that 
Nevermind that I think I suck at being a dad 
Nevermind that I promised my wife and doubled back 
In my mind I’m just one of two guys inside an action film 

The guy with flow, a wife beater, and actual skills 
Or the one with a low life meter popping some acne pills 
Before a distraction kills one of them and that space is filled 
Put a different idea I have of me in place 

My illness is a different kind of ill than what you usually rap about 
I feel sick in a way that you don’t usually rap about 
If I got something to say I got something I can rap about 
Or I can sit down with a six string and usually tab it out 

Or maybe grab a notebook and jot all the madness down 
Or hell, head to Facebook and I can post a status about it 
Mad as a cow in two thousand and twelve 
With only one outlet allowed sounds like my personal hell 

Now I might only try rapping this one time 
Without enough rhymes to fill a whole album’s runtime 
But thanks a lot, dude 
I understand you thought you held the lock too; I got you 
But the kid keys into his good thoughts 
Not you

Not You (Don't Try Rapping)

(me): I wrote myself so many rhymes! 
ME: Hold on; you’re getting ahead of yourself 
I told myself so many times 
Hold on to that hand you’re dealt 

(me): If I had raps on raps 
I’m not sure if those raps could get me 
Stacks on stacks or back seats with hoes 
Who knows what that means 
That’s a life I have no interest in 
Interested in backpacks in the ‘dacks 

Not cars with tires so big they got mud flaps 
Not packing heat; shit I don’t even pop bud caps 
My whiskey neat with a dash of water 
I’m hot enough without the barrel going off 
My Alma Mater I’m blowing off 

I got enough debt in my life to drown my wife too 
I’m racked with strife too in my life 
Too many times I’m out of the light 
Too many times frowning at nighttime 
It’s fight time and I’m shying away not at the right time 

And I died today 
Stopped trying 
Dropped dead 
I’m alive in a way but not flying 
Would rather be alive and away 
From the memories that I have of you 
And I hate the way you’re always trying to 
Make me look back at you 

And it may be that I’m taking just a 
Tasting of my attitude, my medicine, and my poison 
Then getting mad at you 
And it’s true that I do the damage 
That you don’t have to manage 
The fool never knew the rule missed his cue 
And fought empty-handed 

And soon it’ll be the two of us due for a brand new battle 
Rattling prison cages and waging my war 
That fad’ll be over before I know it 
For now, if you got a paddle 
I could use it any time 
Up this creek and I’m weak without it 
And 

[I wrote myself so many rhymes...] 

(me): There’s a very small but very real part of me 
That’d hate for me to make it big 
Out of fear for the heart of me 

I’d like to think that I could handle it 
That I could burn the candle at two ends 
And keep my true friends 

The truth is that I’m weak 

ME: HOLD ON 

(ME): I’M SERIOUS 

The hardships are various 
Humanity’s nefarious 
Sometimes I’d rather sit here and just hear your voices 
Go ahead make some noises 
Any noise; what’s your poison? 

Go

Hold On

Flowing from a well I feel belief in every verse, see 
Flow is good and well until it leaves your people parched, see 
Flow is good and well until it leaves your people thirsty ‘cause 
Flow is only a piece you better find out what your words mean 

The beat is in the building you can see your people dancing 
You better hope that, Lord-willing, your people don’t break the trance 
Beating inside my chest I guess my best is yet to start, see 
The beat is just a piece you better learn about your heart beat 

Belief 

You better believe that I have it 
I’m mad as a hatter without a retreat 
You better believe that a matter of God is all that I’m after 
And after I’m gone I want to be stumbling on to the dawn 
I want to be leaving behind all the cons, the Seans, 
The front lawns, the Pokémons 

Believe 

If the beat is a piece you don’t see as a part of a masterpiece 
Mixing and mastering these hi-hats and the happening heat 
What happened to me? I got caught in a reverie 
Call on the reverend he promised a lot 
Don’t yawn at the enemy 
Like it or not, there’s gonna be an end to me 
Like it or not, we leave 

Peace 

Treaties get wrote up or torn up 
We either chill out or warm up 
Wanna get one over the other? Me neither 
Chill out and form up a single file 
Why are you so in denial? 
I know you’re not happy here 

You’re cast out 

Flowing from a well I feel belief in every verse, see 
Flow is good and well until it leaves your people parched, see 
Flow is good and well until it leaves your people thirsty ‘cause 
Flow is only a piece you better find out what your words mean 

The beat is in the building you can see your people dance 
You better hope that, Lord-willing, your people stay entranced by it 
And don’t find you lying flying higher than Orion in the sky and realize 
Your mind is a minefield blind to the sign that you’re 
Feeling when you’re feeling a fine line between real and unreal 
Is a man gonna change what a gun kills? 
Is a man in the street that you meet on your way given change just a done deal? 
Give him change for a change 

Wait. 

Listen. 

Give him change for a change ‘cause there’s a difference

Thirsty

I started listening to lofi at work because it turns out I can't write emails with lyrics in the background. I soon discovered that BØJET made my favorite stuff, so I wrote some bars to go over my very favorite. 

Many many thanks to BØJET for agreeing to let me record and publish this. Check out his stuff because it's awesome: https://soundcloud.com/bojetmusic

Lyrics:

We’re all lost

Trip. Drop. Drip drip in the rain
Pain shoots when it enters the brain
I can’t choose when my left right step is taking over
Maybe to a big field of clover
The most sober version of me tripping in the light to bask in
Diving into a casket
A path ahead of me unmasked the end of me
Any means I can take to outlast the enemy I will

But the path is gone
And I’m still trying to turn my flashlight on
Last night on a whim I turned a gaslight on
Whose fault is it that it passed by on the right side just to overtake?
On the wrong side I drive a stake in
It’s safe to say unless I’m mistaken
I think I lost the way and my breath

Any breath that I take feels pawned
Like going on means knowing I’m in the hands of a God
No one on planet Earth puts a hand to the heart for anymore
Any man does, he’s a hardcore
Second start for me for the millionth time is a pill He prescribed
Priests ride shotgun, then they’re done
Like going over on a 172 par course but I won

No matter the strokes I’ve had
No matter whether or not I am close to dead
I am supposed to tread on the sea . . .
Pete’s sake, JC that was saint Pete, not me

Hands up, yeah you got me
Peace be unto me, yeah I copy
Beats me why you keep trying to see what I’m
Gonna turn out to be when my tree’s full of rot, C

We’re all lost

Shouts-out to the NZ
‘Cause he let me do a rap over said beat
BØJET be set before ready
Go before letting it flow so uncontrollably
When he doesn’t know that I’m a dead beat
I’m dead, see?

Boo.

I didn’t mean to scare ya
If you don’t know me, start to compare to all the
Ones you see who’ve done well done
I feel a lot more like a medium rare

I don’t care for the shoes they wear
What they choose to carry
The news carrier loose cannon to shoot flack views again
A slack noose is a friend to you
(Say it again, I dare ya)

That life’s like garlic to me
If I was more white in the darkness and C
To the A-S-T to the L to the E
And I’m looking like heck, bite a neck, let it bleed

I would rather it happen to me
Ten times over again, without a defense
And I’ma say it again, I’m not about that business
Summer sales event, I got zero percent interest

And who pays the tab?
You’re too high in the sky to face the facts?
Give it a run-through
Whatcha gonna do when guns cool?
Say uncle? Oh, cool

It’s too late for that
You’re Rocc’ from the Boondocks trying to save the cat
Do y’all think it’s dead? Does that make you mad?
Yeah I’ll say it again

We’re all lost

lost.

lost. - BØJET (feat. Mark Kaschak)

Hi, I'm Mark and I'm in my head way too much.

Mark Kaschak

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