Beat by Roots Manuva
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I didn't expect you to be the one at the door
The way these walls are shifting
I expected task force
Actually at my throat
Actually at my rope's end
Thanks
I need no help with no hope
My frigate sank
Zero tropes is what I want
But here I am
"I'm in pain"
Not an unheard of jam
Let me filter fortune through reverses
Woe is the bearer
I know you heard it
But I do not want my head
Spilling open on the surfaces
Uncertainty a furnace
I learned to spit in earnest faces
You will not degrade me by saving me
Vapours in the vent maybe
Embalmed
Lazy
Living in a lounge and I don't know how to leave
But I pay tax
So the police can break the door down and find me

Doors And Walls (Ital Visions Freestyle)

Built on equal opportunities theft from social media.

SAMPLES:
’De Futura’ - Magma https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzyOi5XRu_g
‘An Afternoon With Alan Partridge’ - I’m Alan Partridge series 1, episode 5 https://youtu.be/ti57BTLjr0k
‘Michael Jedrasiak drums’ - Michael Jedrasiak (link unavailable)
ド派手に！セックスに！なってみた！ - Fumiin https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViXSzU8UjbI

—---------------
Cum with a soundtrack
In mind, do you, hun?
So what if it's true
You can do what you want
I guess
Tragedy comes in threes
Strike of midnight
We chime sad like a breeze
Online like a barbed wire lick 
Freeze in place
Your face will not leave, 
Strip me from the frame, 
Ivory on the wave
Hit it up when you need to feel blame
Mummified / Tongue tied / Feel the same

Sex
And anxiety
Sex
And anxiety
Online
And hyperventilating

Cum with a soundtrack
In mind, do you, son?
Been around, run aground
A few times, seen the judge
Confess if they’re honest
You do what you can
Keep ahead of well-laids
They just ruin the plan

March of billions up them tubes
Post rush misophonia, dried-up lube
Sacrilege, cartilage, ground in grue
Most beautiful chords every time I brood

See you on the other side of ostracism 
A range of risk is just the cost of living
9 foot hole
The art of the subtle
Did the pandemic split up
Your favourite porn couples?

Sex
And anxiety
Sex
And anxiety
Online
And hyperventilating

You Always Listen To The Dead Island Theme After Sex

Built on equal opportunities theft from social media.

Edited down from Bots Of New York post, fed through Uberduck voice AI https://www.facebook.com/botsofnewyork/

—---------------
“The curse is on me. I’m not even sure if I’m human anymore. I feel like a monster. It all started when I was thirteen. When I walked home from school that day, the teacher asked me where I was going. And I pointed at the ground and said: “I don’t know”. And that broke me down. Because even though I did everything right, and I graduated with four degrees, and I got a good job, and I got a house and a car, that’s not enough for the monster that I’m becoming. Charles Darwin famously wrote that all living things are cobras. But I’m not even a living thing. I’m just an optical illusion. I could be you right now. And you could be thousands of times more beautiful.”

h.

There’s One On Every Board (Cobras)

Built on equal opportunities theft from social media.

SAMPLES:
'Dueling Saxophones, perfect NYC street music' - Bonjour Supermarché https://youtu.be/DXT6zby3jKY

—---------------
Optimising the game with a vengeance
Too fucking lazy to be bothered for a mention
Go be tethered by thoughts of ascension
I belong down here with the junk and the tension
Cos shiiiiiit, I'll be ??? tomorrow
Slow to learn, but nifty quick to sorrow
Ain't nothing left uncorrupted but my bone marrow
So yes, I've been affected, send direct to Amparo
Multitask threats, shoutout to Goro
All four up, shoutout to Goro
Never borrow, never lend
Not really a true friend
See the horror, see the bend
Hit menu, hit extend
I just want the nasty
Flip me over, give it hard
System wide
Candiru
Sly Miru creeping fast
Shutting down the airway
Clamp the vessel closed
Me oh my
Thee knows I bleed those I see
Froze
Anything you call a rose
Into anything you could call snow

I don't do transcendence
I'm chronically earthbound
I'm a thousand million feet
Below the underground 
DON’T SHOUT

I shall not leave
Though you push me
Though you kick me
I shall not leave
I shall not leave
Though you push me
Though you kick me
I shall not leave

Do you want a good man or a happy one?
Well, I'm neither, so nicely done
Good memories
Precisely one
Sunrise post night, likely none
Just don't bother me, right son?
I said step back, don’t touch me
Verdant lust, it’s
Superbly down, but never dusted
I’m on one

I don't do transcendence
I'm chronically earthbound
I'm a thousand million feet
Below the underground 
DON’T SHOUT

Junkyard till i cark it 
Glitch out of my coffin 
Photocopied hymns
Fat carbon sopping
Spoiled identity
Caught in the middle
Pregnant with belligerence
Birth third fiddle

Do you want to lose everything that you have?
Yes I do, stop talking
I nurse what I grab
A failure to a fat worm, does it matter?
DON’T SHOUT, DON’T SHOUT
That ‘Don’t Shout’ chatter

Couldn't break your hand any quicker
Didn't want to, but I figure
Saves time, calls you off in hurt pride
Bewildered by strings and triggers
Hone
Go on
Hone
Go on
Hone
Go on
Because yours isn't mine anymore

That was just a moment
That was just a shade
That was just a splinter
In my way

I shall not leave
Though you push me
Though you kick me
I shall not leave
I shall not leave
Though you push me
Though you tempt me
I shall not leave

Got to get past Hell first
To find the miners' lifts
Upward draft, carried past
The crust by the force of his laugh
And that’s it

No Leaving (Undiscovered)

Built on equal opportunities theft from social media.

SAMPLES:
‘System Blower but an AI tries to continue the song’ - Bleak
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEho6mtVeBw
'Thru The Walls' - Death Grips
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Hey
My flex is killing
Hey
My hex is killing
Hey
My flex is killing
Hey
My hex is killing

Offtop music
Skeletal funk
Droptop using
All costs drunk
Fight me like you
Fight yourself
Maybe then 
We parallel

Maybe then we
Drink to un-health
Old money
No mutual wealth
I’m more toward Eton embalmed
Private debt to public harm
Quarters drawn with total calm

Hey
My flex is killing
Hey
My hex is killing me
Hey
My flex is killing

Perfectly average human being 
Abstract dynasty I’m seeing
When I weave through a crowd like an enemy - think
You have permission to finish me in
Cutting air
On its way
Ringed red 
On my neck base
Straight from the broth, the mush, the congeal
Fragments drift, the coma be real

Hey
My flex is killing

As I hit the ground, whisper maybe
Crisper offcut from Crispr lady
The hallmark of the hissing babies
Is complicating my vision (rabies)
Foaming, flecked, burned, checked
Groaning dog, fence erect
Pirate ship in your paddle pool (wrecked)
Wind of change I can't detect
Bring disrespect
The Maya halo, tripping out
Separation of voice to shout
None of this shit is what I'm about
But I stick around to churn it out

Burst me open to be unborn (gone)
Drag me out of my corporeal form (gone)
Melt my bones, fumes pure spirit (gone)
Drown the static til I can't hear it (gone)
Burned adrenaline, hyperspeed (gone)
Dissolve me good, no longer see (gone)
No longer bleed, no longer breathe (gone)
No electricity in a wrecked body (gone)

Hey
My flex is killing

Straight from the void
No
Wait 
Straight from the inland

Hey
No fucks given?

If I’m late for the meeting
Go ahead bitch
Shove the pins in

My hex is killing me

System Hex (Death Grips AI Remix)

You'll stand for any kind of murder
If it's you that benefits
You're not friendly in your curlers
Just morose and underlit
If no thing could ever touch you
Aren't we done with baring teeth?
You're pink and undercooked
Just too fun, seriously 

I saw the volcano
I'm pretty much done
You had no power
Powerlessness stung 
But all you enjoy
Is the fear that come
Give it half a chance
You'll pass it onto your son

How could you do this to someone
So close to being cured?

I'm fleeing from peace
I'm fleeing from that
Out of a clean bill of health
Into straight heart attack

I'm fleeing from peace
Into the jaws of assault 
Straight heart attack 
I know
I know it's my fault

Sycamore seed
Stuck in your back teeth
Can't scrape
Can't ever 
Get it
Nuclear itch
Known only for this
Can’t stop
Can’t ever
Scratch it
Said it
Read it
If I ever need a medic
To scrape pure fat off my anger
Suffer
Runner
If I ever lose my hunger
By god, I’ll know it, insula

In the morning swirl
My piss drowns out the world
Heavy industry and sirens, surly
Uncomposed, unclean, unfurling

I saw the volcano
I'm pretty much done
You had no power
Powerlessness stung 
One wish to be tethered 
To adventure's cord 
Now I'd much prefer to be 
Much more bored

It's a terminal state

I'm fleeing from peace
I'm fleeing from that
Out of a clean bill of health
Into straight heart attack

I'm fleeing from peace
Into the jaws of assault 
Straight heart attack 
I know
I know it's my fault

What makes you think you can slow me, slow me
Screaming through, you should know me, know me
Drawn to it, we are only, only
Here for the length of a note
See, I can't go
but I can't stay
I can't go
But I can't stay
What now?

I'm fleeing from peace
I'm fleeing from that
Out of a clean bill of health
Into straight heart attack

I'm fleeing from peace
Into the jaws of assault 
Straight heart attack 
I know
I know it's my fault

I can't go
but I can't stay
I can't go
But I can't stay
I can't go
but I can't stay
I can't go
But I can't stay
What now?

Straight Heart Attack

Beautiful musik, remixed

https://courtingband.com/

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