Twilight - (Elliott Smith cover)

Dr. Lipschitz

Lyrics:

I got beef in my heart so don't start with me captain this track's played out, but I'm easily lappin olympic runners all summer underground and outta range nasty dog I caught the mange turn my swag on with a brrrangdang the reason tom sang "lord I been changed" meddle with bars call me kerrang lil ol me down in gwangyang super strange sobranie flame sippin asahi karakuchi spittin loosley duck duck goosey two mil a month got this fooly feelin cooly call me king kong kitchee ki mi oh my homies gettin spooky in the hazy glow of that high grade night shade  watch me blow like a jazz cat losin weight but my money fat hat trick victory don't even phase me got this shit down all patrick swayze goin hella crazy mega dumb on kraken rum or plum and yac can never remember what I'm knockin back leave you jaw slack roberta flack cause I'm killin you softly with this track shout out to my boys from canon mac packs n dogs got me on tap call jerry lewis cause your ms is back 

I gotta be blunt and on point dude I cook harder than Nate Hunt reppin point bruges it's so damn easy I gotta flaunt my swagger I don't need no car just a cloak and dagger to cut up my trees topiary kush got enough cash now to buy the whole bush but I shouldn't dwell long in an idiot's flow white as blow like informer snow whatever licky boom down I got this steez spread it all around like cream cheese on that poppy seed bagel spider veins on your cankles while I ascend on the wings of angels seraphim and a fifth of hen sick sick sick up I went 7 8 9 I'm on cloud 10 gettin heaven bent with god and friends singing yahweh hay ho woke up in my bed with a philosopher's stone even gucci mane ain't got one of those and even if he does it's cast in chrome and sure as hell ain't signed by the tetragramma-homes

High Grade Night Shade

Lyrics:

got my mojo pin drop it on the needle groove
jeff buckley mighta drowned but I know how to take the fuckin blues
seekin absolution fusing musings so amusing
cullin swag outta bad blood called it centrifuge and
set your mind at ease sans that brookstone sleaze
you'll be yellin Solo could ya please spit some more of these
ottogi curry sprees honky heifer zephyrs greased
with uneasy steez and that us maple kinda tease
lampin in Jeollanamdo magpie morning crow
warped warbled harsh tones merzbow home alone
ceremonial dagger bone got a little blood flown
green dream medicine cold water smoke poems

polyglot master class polymath
blood clots in the hearts of rap trash
vocal flame hotter than a rapidash
dreams of cocavim but all you'll see's just that pan flash

ball pin hammer flow neolithic burr hole
plug up that shit up with cross and call your ass a gravestone
etch a sketch an epitaph white cheeks fat cash
never could call Texas home but my instrument will still be math
now feel the wrath of kahn wait I mean the solo beast 
whose breached every earpiece from west pa to the far east
and nestled in magnolia so hold on to your porfoli-uh
cause MS's about to add some G to your regular Chinese order
egg rolls and poo poo platters 
come on bro just cut the chatter
turn your guts with my vocal pattern 
grossin me out with that doo doo splatter
ruby ring on my right hand
vacancy on the left
cause I ain't about to strap no sufferin shackle 'round all this rebel heft
and I'm only drinkin hennessy VSOP
what's that stand for do you know: veteran spitters only please
mix that shit with lemonade known to me as jernigans
just one sip and you'll get mellow like Voodoo's one mo'gin

V.S.O.P.

Privilége Cognac

Six Of Ten (Demo)

I wanna be your silent man
first time meeting
rock shock tip top of the crown
in 11th grade B.P. firmament man, your
adolescent sun rising up
in a dead electronic night
to meet your lines
kind of man,
do you understand?

I wanna be your dog man
lie around your feet with
a loose tongue kind of man,
sitting at your door kind of man,
your belly exposed mouth
on your tit kind of man -
belly open for pets brain scattered
from threats,
flattered from smiles from a smiling girl
kind of man,
do you understand? 

I wanna be your baby saying' "woah man"
but not your baby in woe man,
your cradle-born thief unafraid
and ain't got no teeth kind of man,
hillbilly bearded city-minded
kind of man, but still knows how to love a
woman kind of man,
do you understand?

i wanna be your rainy day man
one more cigarette 'cause I'm angry man,
your Lucky Strike in a cold car man,
ashing in an empty Red Bull can
kind of man, your even if I lose
my voice I still got my words
and you
kind of man,
holding you smoking
in a drunken attic man,
do you understand?

i wanna be your tornado man
your favorite lightning strike
honey-eyed midland death rider man
soil footed rain fisted cold
November kind of man, plain-voiced
hollowed out but still got a big heart kind of man,
falling in the street to find his reflection kind of man,
do you understand?

i wanna be your crescendo man
trumpets blowing up and out
a conductor's flailing arms kind of man,
a Coltrane, Miles kind of blue man,
a Tom Waits out in the country
Bone Machine kind of man,
your 9th symphony kind of man,
your swirling ache-bound
calamity track
leading a train of violins kind of man,
do you understand?

I wanna be your guitar man
a tall man in black by
that ol' crack o' doom
lettin' his strings slack kind of man,
lettin' his strings slack
for the blues
for the blues
for the blues
for the standing in that alleyway
with a ruby sword and a
statue of marilyn monroe
and cig smoke in your
eyes blinding me but
I can still see you kind of man blues,
do you understand?

oh little moth, oh little sparrow
spread your wings against
the sky
and I
and I
will follow you to the
boomerang moon


I wanna be your ricochet man,
a bounce back in
pinball chrome and
lights jangling kind of man,
rattling back in the hazy
corner of a South Side
coffeeshop kind of man,
BONUS, BONUS,
EXTRA BALL, special points
rarer than a dodo
kind of man,
do you understand?

I wanna be your highway man,
your nodding off on the road,
but still getting you home in one
piece kind of man, your arm
in my arm and smiling kind of man,
your graveyard musician lilting
in a Johnstown dawn
from mad hatter position
to angelic posterity
while looking in a golden mirror
kind of man, a feeling whole
and genuine kind of man,
do you understand?

I wanna be your skyscraper man
a standing tall casting big shadows
with you on my shoulder, in my windows
kind of man, your sleeping jungle canopy
of barn owls and silver lightning bugs
swirling round your head like a halo,
high but never low, especially when I'm
with you kind of man,
do you understand?

I wanna be your picture man,
framed, and blamed for the way
you feel, red-handed triumph
printed on cheeks
around the smile
of a girl kind of man,
a whitewash enigma 
polaroid kind of man, freshly
photoshopped line drawing
of the heart brought to life
inside your mind kind of man,
your Olympus gold film frame happiness 
or drunken cell phone,
twisted moustache and invisible eyes photograph
with the glare too bright kind of man,
do you understand?

I wanna be your only man,
wanting you to be my woman
kind of man, loving the King's,
but sometimes finding the plain speak
ringing true kind of man, an as if it could've fallen
drunk like Bukowski crying and spitting out
what I really feel in disgusting grime,
but still feeling good about what I've said
kind of man, your no need for apologies kind of man,
you did nothing wrong, and yes you do deserve a song
kind of man, your thesaurus nightmare
whiplash nonsensical lung language, but 
still inspiring beauty kind of man,
your I never wanna quit man,
your barrel-chested, big shouldered
warm hugger kind of man,
your I've got no more words kind of man,
your kind of man kind of man,
your kind man

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