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i got the house to myself
i can finally rap alone
back in jersey for the holidays
i don't think i can call it home

started a company this year
this is straight from the valley throne: it sucks

the only voice left at the party
is telling me that i shoulda known
your 27 and never grown
and what you think / you get to the top / and you're less alone
all the pressures and stressors and headaches
you wake up and feel great

nah, you stagnate
and flip a shit when your uber's 3 minutes late
and can you still make fun of fat people
when your BMI is overweight?
i sorta of feel like i'm out of place

a year goes by you look around
you're down in the shitter
so down you can't be fucked
if they call you a quitter
a loser, a little bitch
who didn't deliver
by the type of guy
who comments and gets triggered

if that's the test
then i didn't prepare
lookin kinda stupid standing in my underwear
should i rock chris and be never scared
or leave there for somewhere
is this feeling just here
or is it -- everywhere?

from the ass of my chair shit talkin
i lost a girl i love this year
now i date myself like i'm crip walkin
and i might sound like drake
but i miss the old you and the old us
when we lived in the closet like harry potter
guess there never was much trust
i just want to save us from the future
but you never loved yourself
and i never saw where you holed up

i got a lot of thoughts to think on the train home
i wonder if younger me would be proud of me
he never doubted me, we made choices
and tried our best to drop out
lets get him loud on these words now

is there a place for people
who actually wanna change the world?
and don't just wanna make a buck
and market shit to boys and girls
and fill the ads with products
that are just out of their reach and so
they're depressed and you can sell em fuckin lexapro

in conclusion
society's for suckers
and if you still put in work
you're a stupid motherfucker

5AM in Silicon Valley

Sluggie

Ngang Oh Ngang

TheEsSeNce

Flamagra (Deluxe Edition)

Land Of Honey (Instrumental)

made a pickaxe for strip mining
demonstrations of sick timing
penetration is all online
a virtual dick slide in

and it hurts to be misbridled
mares and colts that never break
I just came to fuck a bitch
and skip over the dinner date

bigger plates and insatiable appetites
I've heard the come down is hard
it keeps me up at night
goodbye to your small town jobs
stomped out by computerized mobs
did you put up a fight?

magnesium packed
prerolls in the back
when the light comes
tell me who's holding the bag
I see it it's sad
rage screaming at pads
big teams of them mind melters
grew up just like their dads

another thing to move past
whiplash from a ringtone
toe tags and ankle monitors
in woods with harmonicas
in good with the phonics
a big bash for the new god
they claim to be so tolerant
disagree and they're all frauds

bowl packed and passed to the ratchet Socrates
hacked to bits, on the altar of mediocrity
phony lumberjacks take a hatchet to meritocracy
flava flav clock on my neck
take a walk with me

Midas was a little wrong
everything we touch turns to Silicon
all optics are gone in the octagon

all drop kicks and no politics
all hot shit and no hot takes
don't pray just eat pancakes
be so far gone when the dam breaks

car alarmed and jailbreak an immobilizer
hail satan and hold your sides in
a roller coaster with broke lights
a hope driven by poltergeists
the olds own all these shit rides
and trade all on a future where
...nobody who's sick dies
...nobody will get fired
...nobody will doubt lies
oh I think it's about time

it's rotting from the substructure
clotting deep in the constructs
it's burrowing and hiding and bribing people
with Schrute bucks
but people keep on riding to an Oompa Loompa future
when you think the ride is over
it gets stupider

and they're hiding horcruxes
in all the starbuckses
watching you dumb ducks as you fight about
which old fuck amongst them you think that should rule you
argue that we all should pay them to school you

hello from the classroom
duck duck apple strudel
...RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!!!
they came for your culture
they came for your meme
and you all bought in so there's no one to scream

sick Michael Vicks
like you chickens to cockfight
or stay in your room and be sucked into fortnite
but look at their strings
and show up with your scissors
and when they turn their back
stab them through the liver!
...gizzards and hearts
...mouths and eyes
to rewrite the future those people must die

I dream of a new dawn
a red sky and a blue lawn
where we know words are harmless
and we can play with open arms
or we can say that work is play
or we can say that work is gone
but I know either way our way of life will still live on

from cells to monkeys
neanderthals to junkies
to propagandists to oligarchs
the Internet will stomp their hearts

get it in when the lights go dark
cinnamon and an apple tart
synonyms and linguistic tricks
livin big as a macintosh

the pack is stacked you got a crew to roll with
hold a calendar a patience and a brofist
for the pacing
and replacement
of complacence
with a statement
of the hatred
for the agitprop
fake dividing
real denying
fake shit

and arise from sordid ashes
to come answering the call
I am crying from a bunker
that the truth can save us all

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