2022

max g raps over the instrumental of "meat grinder" from the classic album Madvillainy by Madvillain (MF Doom & Madlib). part of a collection of raps called "maxvillain". much respect to MF Doom and Madlib and Stones Throw Records. check out my homie aaron hansen's remix of this rap at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBf3lekh2VQ. check out more of aarons music https://soundcloud.com/aaronhansen

lyrics:
fuck the future, who's sure? the present is a huge blur
like why you an abuser? i aint gotta clue, sir
im just under chemical control, i don't pretend to have a soul
or a firm hold on this eternal wormhole
i slip, drip, trip the light phantasmic
got this plastic in my plasmic and its orgasmic
some get bombastic like they're going monastic
say they're gonna be as pure as that man from nazareth
thats like max g saying that was his last spliff
as if, bull dawg, if not mastiff
but thats just my cynical inimical status 
signing a kids birthday card, "Nothing Mattas!"
congratulations, everything you think you know is your imagination
its just masturbation, dramatic staging
my magic dragon told me differently than yours did
i get rewarded for what your god would forbid
im morbid warped sadistic individual
torturing my neighbor's cats in paganistic rituals
habitual crack smoker member of a coven
telling bitches that i love em, then i shove em in an oven
and im huffing glue, gasoline, paint thinner antifreeze
drowning in my fantasies and i don't ever plan to cease
you rappers like manatees against a great white shark
each word leaves eight bite marks my styles late night dark
i write sharp lyrics that you know you freaks could never do
so just give me the revenue, and your spot in heaven, too
its mine slut, this world will serve my purposes
cuz my word skill is way beyond merciless
im savage ravage any rapper rappin average
throw a local rapper off the franklin ave bridge and laugh, "bitch!"
yeah its the return of, kid who likes to burn stuff
looking for a purse to snatch born out a cursed snatch
fuck being catchy my words are too slurred to catch
yea man i heard your trash and id prefer a burning rash

the future

Without You

Westside Gunn - Michael Irvin (Mashup)

La Negra Tomasa

Ariel Pink - Suicide Notice

I never mattered and you never cared

All curled up just like a scare that a candle lit
all prepared to take the high chair and i’ll swear it doesn’t matter where i sit
When there’s something to compare i get on with it
or admit there’s really nothing there, i should remember where that fit

Part of the Problem

R.Stevie Moore

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