WUSYANAME - Tyler, The Creator Featuring YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Ty Dolla $ign

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SORRY NOT SORRY (feat. Tyler The Creator)

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Kanye West - Father Stretch My Hands (Part 1) (Loris Remix)

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Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 1

Kanye West - Father Stretch My Hands (Part 1) (Loris Remix)

Tyler, The Creator - Take Your Mask Off (Slowed)

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Kanye West - Violent Crimes (@mattananuta House Rework)

hip hop remixes from luckyleft for Kendrick, KRIT, East, and more.

thought i was dead (theluckyleft luckiest mix) (tyler, the creator + scHoolboy Q)

Time looking like a mirror
Clock reading twelve twenty-one
Twenty-two sitting between
the bookends of eleven—
overthinking,
numbers lose their meaning
when you ain't sleeping,
When they tell you nothing about what you need, or where you are
If you awake or dreaming.

Second time kids woke me up tonight.
Should be comatose
My daughter had a nightmare—
Thought she saw a ghost.
Soothed her back to rest,
Really should have cleared the air
Now that same fear following me
I admit it, I'm scared.

Already know, tomorrow gonna hurt
Worked seven days straight
Body aching, losing sleep
ain't doing me no favors. I want to be there
Here and everywhere, but
The tank still empty, breathing shallow
Running out of air.
Can't shut eyes
Seeing ghosts,
Not their disguise.

Every day's performance
Is like a toss up,
Might be just like any other
Might be my last one.
The whole fucking world—
it too fucking much,
Eat your childhood when you growing up
Then they eat your own children for lunch.
Whole damn thing feasting on families
Preying on our young.
Try taking that lawsuit against a corporation
Sue you from here
To kingdom come.
But no kingdom's come
Just oligarchs whose kingdom run
On the blood and heart
The love and art
The best of humanity
Weaponized, for a few to feel
Like they aren't the defects they are—

If I could, I'd take every single
Prick who thinks humans obsolete,
Show them Ramses the Second, Caesar, Napoleon, Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot, Louis the fourteenth, 
Ask them what they see.
(Other than their role models)
They all thought the same thing—
"We better than the rest", they said
"and we should be kings—
No— gods! We'll live forever
And control everything!"
You know, they sound just like you,
Think I’m hearing ghosts when you speak,
Mr. Thiel, Mr. Altman, Mr. Andreessen, Mr. Bezos, 
Then there’s Mr. Zuckerberg, Mr. Gates, Mr. Fink, the Sacklers—I’ll stop there for now,
Too long a  list of bad actors

You’re right, you aren’t the same,
At least tyrants were outright declaring their beliefs in superiority,
Y’all talk like you think we actually believe your lies, can’t even tell if you believe your own,
At least dictators spoke directly to the people—
Y'all hide behind shells on shells,
LLCs and algorithms,
Spying on every person, in every home,
That don't make you smarter,
That makes you even further beneath them.
Too weak to face what you unleash,
Caesar crossed the Rubicon himself—
You send lawyers and press releases.
Optimize to steal candy from babies,
Steal their future before their parents even conceived them.

How's that always end? Where are your Egyptian god-kings?
Who does history laugh at?
Who gives a fuck if they had the most gold
In an insane, incompetent dynasty?

The "expendable" are the ones
Who built the damn thing,
The ones who made anything
Worth having, worth coveting,
The ones who remain standing
While their monuments turn to dust
And their names become warnings—

The ones who remain standing
While their monuments turn to dust
And their names become warnings—

And somehow, there's consolation:
I know you know you're already vacant,
Still trying to conquer the world
But you still ain't satisfied—
If you ain't got it yet, you won't get it,
Ain't nothing left you can conquer
On that, I’d testify.
In a world gone inverse,
If I was doing well, 
Well, I’d be growing in reverse.

That's how I sleep.
Count your hours while you got em,
I'll count mine,
Sing myself back to sleep.

WUSYANAME - Tyler, The Creator Featuring YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Ty Dolla $ign

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