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1. |
The Mud
02:35
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Ah look, a rest stop is coming up Morty
A rest stop is two miles away, nice
Fell down, picked myself up and back at it again
To anyone wondering how c’mon now was only a matter of when
What can I say woe, just had to lay low
Angel stood on my shoulder twirling his halo
Hated it had to be him, strayed from the main goal angry and mangled
You know how the game go, only actually win when chances are slim
Still gotta play though, make something out of the clay when God made you
Get it out the mud, try to see things from a different angle
While cleaning my glasses lens under a tree drenched with no rain coat
Grabbing my hat by the brim, how can I be mad at the wind?
Van is a cradle, rockin’
I slept like a baby right through a potential tornado
Maybe that’s God telling me “Go with the flow!”
Look how the branches bend, just an example
Boot up the MacBook, flip a lil sample then snap like a twig
Thanos! Thanos! Thanos!
Thanos! Thanos! Thanos! R.I.P. Shawty Lo
Funny the whole time I was right under they nose
Funny the whole time I was right under they nose
And over they head at the same time, I’ve been in limbo
Bent over backwards, feel like the bar’s been lowered, still slid though
Vanessa I swear if it wasn’t for you I’da ended on skid row
Might have never won the lotto but my view always changes as I look out my window
Summer lovin’ on days you were something like an oven I’d go for the bread
No landlord cuz the person that pays for the roof holds it over your head
And to all the eyeballs watching my vlogs they know I’m a guy with his dog
In front of a fire log, when I’m tired God turns monologue into dialogue
Park somewhere scenic, reflect on my life in case I die tomorrow
Next morning with my eyes groggy take a deep breath then sayanara
Vanessa should be a museum exhibit, a three dimensional diorama
For keeping me loyal to chasing my dream while cheating death, ironic
Needed some time to grow, lay low smoking hydroponic
You could go psychotic turning something microscopic gigantic
Let go of the fear, no white onyx then learn to read it like phonics
Get lost in the beat and find knowledge
Make paper and put my life on it
Ain’t no uh, chorus here
Fuck it make one up yourselves
At a live show I’ll just freestyle it’ll surely be funny as hell
I’ll laugh with ya
This is dedicated to Vanessa
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Crunchy The Creamator :
Bust down the gas, hold up
Gotta play with some cash, roll up
Two niggas finna blast, pole up
Wrap it up no rash, hold up
I was busting that ass, mo’ guts
Drop Fo in a tab, mo’ cups
Big glock in a bag, roll up
Fifteen in a clip, hold up
Aye, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up ooh
Walk to the store in some new Jimmy Choo’s
Art Morera :
Never lie in the booth, fuck with me I’m the truth
Only fronts I do’s a buck fifty a tooth
Smile looking like a mine outta Anchorage
Naknek had me walking out the bank rich
Run up on me, no need for conversation
Hands do the talking like I know sign language
Stack paper like (beep) guess we on different pages
So unless you a teller don’t say shit
Go dumb then relish in the greatness
You gon’ need an umbrella when my reign hit
Timeless, at the top of the rhymer list
Gold on my neck like a finalist, maneuver like the Heimlich
At the morgue getting cremated, I’m lit
Crunchy this fire damn son where’d you find this?
I’mma fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up ooh
Throwing up WXLVEZ at the moon
Walk into the room, shine on you more than high noon
Stay tuned, the stars will align soon
Crunchy The Creamator :
Bust down the gas, hold up
Gotta play with some cash, roll up
Two niggas finna blast, pole up
Wrap it up no rash, hold up
I was busting that ass, mo’ guts
Drop Fo in a tab, mo’ cups
Big glock in a bag, roll up
Fifteen in a clip, hold up
Aye, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up ooh
Walk to the store in some new Jimmy Choo’s
Money Mogly :
Money Mo countin’ a hunned in twos
Cup of conch hot sauce on my shoes
Drippin’ like a fresh pack of wet wipes...
How he crippled and he still gotta left right
Ughhh...offf glass no meth pipe
Ughhh...baby check if dat check right....ughhh
Buncha wxlvez in a F type
Got em lookin fix ya face git ya neck right..ughhhh
You can tell dat i love life aaaoooooooo
Trigga finger gotta but bite booom
An my hustle sooo upright seeeeee
One time my woe plug life yeeeeeee
Wvtch Wxlvez dat my blood type geeeeee
She aint neher met a thug like meeeeeee
Snappin like its open mic poetry night
Smilin at ya bitch dey had to lower the lights
Sniper gang way she holdin dat pipe
Now she all mixed up like a bo of dat white
Bout to fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up woooooo
If u seee me upp it ... better buckle a shoe
Bout to cut up cut up cut up and goook
Big watch wxlvez one hunned five two
Crunchy The Cremator :
Bust down the gas, hold up
Gotta play with some cash, roll up
Two niggas finna blast, pole up
Wrap it up no rash, hold up
I was busting that ass, mo’ guts
Drop Fo in a tab, mo’ cups
Big glock in a bag, roll up
Fifteen in a clip, hold up
Aye, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up ooh
Walk to the store in some new Jimmy Choo’s
Let me turn this down right quick, let me turn this down
(Aight woe, go ahead)
Aye uh, yo Crunchy the Creamator man, appreciate you for, you know what I’m sayin, letting me jump on this track man, ya kna’mean
We was up there in Naknek, ya kna’mean
Cutting fish open, talking about hip-hop
And what we gon’ do with all this money we gon’ make
I hope you well G, yeah
Shout out Brad, shout out uh, Malik
Everybody, man, everyone I met out there
All thanks to my cousin Chelsea
You know what I’m sayin’
I needed an adventure and she gave me a call
Look at how God work, look how God work! Yeah
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3. |
Master Plan
03:04
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Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
I can’t understand
The Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
Repercussions of life on the edge
Put a wedge between me and the Reaper’s cousin
When I’m asleep mumblin’ it’s a deep discussion
If I had to put a number on it, what would be the sum when
My dreams be leaving me slumped, and mere sight of a wolf got sheep jumpin’
Dawg I tried to build a buzz using buzz words and attracted buzzards
Before scavengers approach and get close they hang back and observe
So Just keep an eye out, in case if a beak tries to gouge
Would take a while to get over how my vision would feed a tiny mouth
Ouch, show up unannounced with an ounce of weed inside a pouch
Express my half baked ideas out loud then be the guy on couch
Even fam and friends began to think I’m a slouch
Just night owl with a life foul, making turkeys occasionally fly south
Purple overnight, was that Darkwing Duck?
Hope me and some of my old friends can one day patch some of our things up and return to Narnia
Surely It’ll help my heart beat blood
Let things go, became light enough to glide a harpy gust
So close to heaven could hear the harp strings plucked
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
I can’t understand
The Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan (Think about it)
I can’t understand (Think about it)
The Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
I can’t understand
Consequences
Of thinking I had all the right answers left me with constant questions
Dodging rent with Vanessa was cost effective
If rappers I dissed on a record had a whole list on me, it’s comprehensive
I stay calm and pensive, they get all defensive and overlook the song’s message
Just my two cents
For every red mark on my blueprints
After my plan was proof read aloof heads knew what I meant with this movement
I know the truth hurts
But uh, in order to win you must lose first
When your light gets dim as a crucifer it’s still lighter than the sins of Lucifer
Still my two cents whoever loots, it’s cursed trade that plunder
If it ain’t a tundra it’s like a jungle sometimes, makes me wonder
How ten thousand hours became ten thousand days of summer
These songs we make are somewhat like the lottery homie, play that number
What’s a furnace to the devil
A rule book to an earnest rebel that’ll hunker down in bunker and somehow
Debunk a story that’s surface level
Too much dirt for shovels and I got several
Doomed, consumed by gloom
So many lightblooms I make the depths feel like high noon
In debt paying mind to the…
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
I can’t understand
The actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan (Just think about it
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
I can’t understand (Think about it)
The Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan (Before you do it, think about it)
I can’t understand
The actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
Actions of my master plan
I can’t understand
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Gray Filler
03:37
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Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
We make music with our pain so you can heal again
Moving forward leaving behind footprints in fields and plains
Jump on a plane towards a much realer plane
Brush the shirt of my remains before you steal my chain
Washed my hands of my mistakes and made a geopane
They said “everything will be ok” then I was D.O.A.
Ironic how starving artists find ways to feed your brain
Living my dream til my wake was just preordained
Frosty window on a snowy runway in Colorado
Wonder how many flakes can I collect holding a water bottle
The audience yelled bravo, I flowed with my bravado
Starting will leave you startled til you ARE Aristotle
Time itself thought provoke, when I drop it’s this
Process of my synapses with a synopsis
Weary from my travels had to stop and sit
Are walking on water and running in the snow even opposites
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
(Silver lining from gray filler)
(What’s the difference between paint colors and pain killers)
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
Fresh out the ER, vagabond with sad rap songs
Sat at the pond to ponder, random dogs tag along
Morty woke up from a nap and yawned
Name on paper hand drawn
Jagged rocks gave a back massage
Time is free to spend but still at a cost
Held the title made a wave then land was lost
Another paradox
Squall in the Ragnarok on the Magnavox
Hungry wolf bumpin’ “Pigeon” by Cannibal Ox
Hands of time pickin’ pants pockets and slap box
Bandits watch, pop up at doorsteps jackin’ a box
Upload a file drag and drop, then they pass the aux
In the big apple profiting off a Macintosh
You know who loves you by who answer calls
Hold on
(Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
At the tone, please record your message,
when you are finished recording you may hang up or press one for more options)
Failed problem solver, love dissolver
Who can’t decide if to potentially fly is enough to fall for
Nowadays find Arthur with gray wolf fur
Sometimes we must suffer to obtain the sulfur
Stoking fires, let your spirit smolder
Same moral different stories some newer some older
Right hand rest on the revolver in the holster
Left hand clench a shovel that just filled a hole with dirt
Days became whole years nights lonelier
Both my vibe and my favorite shirts got holier
Crossing paths with my past is the only way to go see her
A far cry from the days of how once close we were
Takes courage to show fear
They say life's a day at the beach when the coast is clear
Had I known better in the first place for every trophy earned
I would’ve traded less space for more time til a cozy urn
Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
I’ll just call back later
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5. |
5AM Bike Rides
01:46
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Yeah
I like this
Look
5 in the morning bike rides
Guided by the light, rhymes i write leaving mics fried
Progress in the right direction with a wide stride
Live and alive for the nights I might’ve died inside
Word to NoEmotion, go in a forward motion
Watch the right doors open, my endorphins on mighty morphin’
Roll dice on porches like New Yorkans
Miami Dolphins jersey sticking out like a dorsal fin
Spotted in Queens coppin’ trees eating a chopped cheese
Flow so Fabuloso emcees getting mopped with ease
Heads involuntarily bop to these rhyme patterns
Keepin me together, cuz otherwise my mind scatters
At least I’ll know my life mattered
So advanced how I climb the ladder, say I’m on the rise rather
Good lookin out for placing me where eyes gather
Rival rappers send links i never click might be cyber hackers
Tryna find the password, this a typo to a Capcha
Lines become captions in iPhone apps where life is captured
Back like a chiropractor to a spinal fracture
Y’all a candle to the sun, fire crackers to Bible raptures
Went from opening doors to getting locked out
Cuz once I enter the conversation there’s nothing else to talk about
S’what happens when you go from docile to hostile
Comment somethin’ wild about a wolf and get dog piled
This pen requires hulk strength
Same hand that can make you hold your breath will choke your neck
Woke up in cold sweats and settled old debts
Get this work out in a bulk text
Post a pic with a pack to the ear, that’s a bow flex
Don’t litter, not all that glitters is Gold and silver
Soul is a char lit
You read something on the web then spoke to Wilbur
How rappers got listeners feeling empty with so much filler?
Werewolf with a thriller, hope this don’t kill ya
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And if I think all the time, and by that I mean specifically
Talking to yourself sub vocally inside your skull
If I think all the time I have nothing to think about except thoughts
And so I’m never in touch with the real world
Tick tick ticking
And I have no intention of being around for the boom
I’m just a ticking time bomb
I thrive in the self destruction
And it’s just a matter of time, matter of time before I
Matter of time, matter of time before I
Matter of time before I start to
Blow up
Art Morera :
Novelty act that never got jack
Put himself on the line so many times he could’ve wrote a book
The more I was shining its like the more they would overlook
Walk in the snow, fam in amazement went from having cold feet to a frozen foot
Woke up shook
Only way to survive is to find a spark, light a stove and cook
Just me in my mobile nook
Following bread crumbs that might’ve led some to the red rum
Til I sat there with my head numb
Blind deaf dead dumb
Drive west sped from endless problems
With goblins, ghouls, Gollums, ghosts, girls
Jeez, all em
But I’m on a mission
Won’t stop til even your momma listen
The ravens welcomed the wolf back into the wild
Said the morning dew and fog missed ya
In quiet places God whispers
Love the feeling knowing when I drop this verse
It’ll make your whole squad disperse
But if it hurts me to murder you then who got it the worst?
I’m just a ticking time bomb
I thrive in the self destruction
And it’s just a matter of time, matter of time before I
Matter of time, matter of time before I
Matter of time before I start to
Blow up
Mr. Beleaf :
In the face of a servant
Urgent with a certain purpose
Emergent
With burdens burning my shoulders
The worlds a furnace It’s all hell
Best believe that theses “D’s” lead
At least what I can tell
Evil follows if y’all can spell
CC’d like it’s all Chanel
All bound to fail
If God with me I’m religious
Vicious against those whose imprisoned
Whispering thinking it’s all fictitious
Wish y’all well
Thank the man above for this life
He’ll be the strength for all this fight
He’ll be the light throughout the night
And we’ll all hail
Be of the world and prepare to be lost
Plan will unfurl we pay for the cost
Not even a swirl what he did on the cross
God won’t fail
This is a moment of picking a side
No matter whoever survives
He died protecting eternal lives
For the turning away of the simple will slay them,
And the complacency of fools will destroy them
Proverbs 1:32
I’m just a ticking time bomb
I thrive in the self destruction
And it’s just a matter of time, matter of time before I
Matter of time, matter of time before I
Matter of time before I start to
Blow up
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7. |
From Afar
02:53
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Yeah, yeah, uh
CVLT.45
Uh huh
When the plants need to be watered I just go for walks
Skip rocks off docks, unorthodox third person
Seconds come first in Arthur’s clocks
Stepped forth and was welcomed back with a head stash kicked down like door stops
Write like I never left, more raps than every gift put together
Used to go off the grid and sift
If you catch my drift, send a kite
Feel the ghosts of friends strong enough to lift your spirits
countless windy nights
Nonsense quitter, seems nonsequitur, misunderstood
By everyone except their dog in his backyard peaking through the fence into the woods
That’s a good boy
Remember we were just innocent boys then
Before we picked our poison
And thought we new enough to flex our voices extra boisterous
Could buy dreams with coins in the bottom of wishing wells with koi fish
Guess it depends on just how the goings get
In the end, was life really so bad if you found joy in it?
Let me know
Let me know
Grass is greener from afar same way water is blue
My name is Art, that’s all I do
Sometimes I say ‘what up y’all’ to an empty room
Before I arrive and after I leave it’s swept with brooms
Death is the best time to thank anyone that fed you food
Birth is the only time there’s a tolerance for ineptitude
The Bible said Paul wins more in servitude
True, guess it depends on the persons you’re slanging herb to
A tear may be the result of what a new verse can do
I’ll burst into a nervous laughter when I imagine hurting you
Look at me then look at you, can you spot a difference
After life taught it’s lessons, none of us are God’s preference
Although A bad attitude can block blessings
When I got a question I run it by Jesus that’s a cross reference
Before I took the plunge I looked for a diving board
Got my van back she felt like a loved one on life support
Maybe it’s me hooked up to the machine, kept alive some more
Is the game of life ‘bout having fun or final score
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know
Grass is greener from afar same way water is blue
My name is Art, that’s all I do
CVLT.45
WVTCHWXLVEZ
The Godz
Felt good to say that
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8. |
Wholesome
03:29
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Yeah, uh huh
Where we at?
Look
North of Fort Pierce, it seems I still appear to be
The subject of their gossip as my ear ring
Y’all don’t hear me, voices in my head like I’m near rings
Full transparency gets you invited to the clearing
Where I was at, the only voice talking back is Siri
It’s not a game I take playing with words seriously
Face what I’m afraid of fearlessly til I meet my fate
The beat dictates, no guarantees I won’t tear any
SMH, BRB
Double tap but no pin, gotta keep the map open
Life’s shorter than an acronym
So don’t forget to smell flowers and photograph insects with a macro lens
No paths where I’m goin’
Meet where the back road ends
When we go our separate ways don’t say goodbye, it’s a bad omen
Hate looking back at a collection of sad moments
You see me looking down I’m trying to track old prints
One sec, think I know where it went
Barely trust friends, unbeknownst to Morera it’s common sense
Wait til I respawn again, still haven’t lost the scent
I’ve been hung to dry maybe that’s why I’m on the fence
Losing your self esteem will make you want to vent
The best way to not vent is to prevent the event altogether
In time the string things clinged onto weathered til it untethered
Life makes your skin thick, death kills you for the leather
Traveling to keep my innocence was my guilty pleasure
The plight of the skilled endeavor
What I’ve done to live forever the forgotten will never, ever ever
That’s cool that’s cool
So now that act one is done, in act two our hero will learn
It’ only a comeback if there’s something he can come back to
Like Shakespeare making plays
The world is your stage they say
Tombstone dates are our purest age
Arty McFly, you’re Biff with manure on his face
Seen more flushes playing poker by rivers than when I urinate
Still ripping mics like bandages by the time they curing AIDS
Let me switch the visual for the viewers’ sake
Okay, chasing verde til my beard is gray
Things play out like theatre in a way
And the script is so cryptic but act on it
Tracks have the impact of comets that crack tectonics
Transients form landscapes with canyons and mountains
So many blessings now, in order to save time I can’t be counting
Just know it’s only some, not the whole sum, stay wholesome
It’s only some, not the whole sum, stay wholesome
Internalized grudges in broken external hard drives
Til I forgive a sinner looking sorry in they eyes
Coffin designed into the cotton where my heart lied
Not a farce I’d tell in this bizarre ride
First God had to put aside Art’s pride
In the sea of thieves with the Trident of the Dark Tides
References to video games I haven’t explored
From transporting Jansports til it ran it’s course
But the way the duffel swung back and forth at the San Fran Wharf
Was like wielding the Master Sword approaching Ganondorf
What’s a wolf to a dog, get your man dwarfed
The orphanage next to the morgue has all the Animorphs
Speak in metaphors
Meddle with words like blacksmiths crafting ore out of Thor’s hammer
Gavels in court how strong winds here be slamming doors, like
Back with more magic added to the lore
But only some, not the whole sum, stay wholesome
It’s only some not the whole sum, stay wholesome
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9. |
Dead Pixels
02:49
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WVTCHWXLVEXZ
NoEmotion and the Godz
Money Mogly
Joey
Big G
Beleaf
Check me out
Was always a have not til I started cutting ties
Can’t avoid the darkness by shutting your eyes
But run and hide if you must
Come outside in a few months, red eyes from Blue Runtz
Wound puss is yellowy
On my embellished under belly-y
Stretching money like I do vowels
Moved more O’s than a wolf howl
Like Aoooooooooooooo
Don’t even know why, why bother asking how
But after a while I shall have the answers to have you like
Wow
Used to hold my breath, swam to the depths
Then used a straw to inhale the oxygen bubbles under the ladder steps
Climbed out splashing wet laughing as I left footprints down this path I went
Hit your airwaves like a pathogen
Still tryna figure what the math meant
They bring my name up in the past tense, only aforementioned
But always add that I’m a legend after I’m mentioned
Don’t just rap circles round you dawg, I rap dimensions
The arrows splits the apple in an instant
Don’t wince
Expose your core or the early bird gets the worm on top who goes against
So hence forth
CVLT.45
(Aaoooooooo)
I got a little bit more CVLT.45, I got a little bit more
Check me out, check me out look, look
Uh
Wanted reward for the continental connoisseur
Long form performance art on tour
With an encore, the concert goers want more
We have a concord, I keep the songs pure
So prepared for war, got three sock drawers
Magic like Leutenant Dan legs, fighting off a storm
Might be obscure but God comes in all forms
Even when you fall forward
Right right right, know what I’m sayin?
And then I have uh, this other part that goes
Uh
Dead pixels in my peripherals
That’s the hook right there
Dead Pixels in my peripherals
I like that
CVLT.45, Art Morera, kna’msayin’ WVTCH WXLVEZ, The Godz
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10. |
Cross Over
03:12
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Let me put it lightly, just leave me to my plight
No matter how rude it sounds, believe me it’s polite
Even if I might vanish into the shadows like thieves in the night
Still manage with these shackles
With damage from the apple after Eve takes a bite
No crown in this story though it’s like Steven when I write
Preserve my history after grieving when I die
Don’t let them change it up like my achievements is a lie
Though the truth that is their failures ain’t a weakness in my eyes
Hope you’re keeping this in mind in case you’re peeping this and blind
Why does the mountain always steepen when I climb
Why does my value seem to cheapen as I grind
Why bother asking knowing damn well seek and I will find
If the world is your oyster, what’s the clam shell?
I’d like my therapist’s (beep) to be my last meal
Before I depart like DiCaprio holding his hands still
Drove all night, knee handling the van’s wheel
I was planning out my will
Call some family while I’m on this side of the tracks
If no one calls me back, Morty please hug my father for me
Soon as the train passes I’mma cross over
Soon as the train passes I’mma cross over
Soon as the train passes I’mma cross over
Soon as the train passes I’mma cross over
Lost loner with chronic wanderlust
Build a bond of trust with whom is kind enough to be fond of us
Future in my eyes like Elon Musk
Paper chase dawn to dusk
Before that I was just another face on the bus
Tapping my foot to instrumentals in my headphones
Instant mental notes, still getting bars in dead zones
Print it in my memory like vehicle dwelling bed foam
Every road led to Rome, none can get me home
The closer to the light, the larger you shadow and darker your world
That rabbit hole, imagine how much farther it burrows
Driven from South Florida to North California just to park there and chill
Whose down to go visit Arthur in Vero
Arc of a hero, prepared for the worst
I’ve learned main characters become caricatures
Crawled out the rabbit hole with a dirty shirt
Still see karats when I smirk
Cheek to Cheek when the meek inherit the Earth
Drove all night, bug splatter on the windshield had me in my feels
Call some family while I’m on this side of the tracks
If no one call me back, Morty I love you and I’m sorry
Out here tagging ARTY being the death of the party
Light Deps in a cigar leaf, have I slept? Hardly
Not like full of your heart I mean
Hardly like H-A-R-D-L-Y
Though hearts do spell bind, who knows the hell why
This train is taking forever and just got a lot slower
Soon as this train passes I’mma cross over
Soon as this train passes I’mma cross over
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11. |
High Fives
03:20
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Bet you thought I was done huh
Little do you know we just begun ugh
Baggy shirt keep something tucked
Might be 2 sticks or nunchucks
Get scratched off bad luck struck
This tappin’ your head like duck duck
When i choose goose no fun schmucks
Yell truce truce I hear cluck cluck
Hold up hold up
Show love for what
Say hello to my lil friend
Saludad mi piqueño pistola
Was in a coma yodaling ricola with Yoda
Then woke up in the van dolo like Han Solo
Gave Morty a chewy now i’m rolling up oowee
Playing Texas Hold ‘Em with FanPromo
Back in the days in Tooby park
Nights watching movies in the dark
Vanessa parked on the side of the road
Loud footsteps of those inspecting who we are
Til we got ghost like Scooby barked
Another dooby sparked
Friendly faces could be narcs
No such thing as being calm in a life
With so many moving parts
Be still, thats ill
Was that Art or a shooting star
I’d prolly be in prison for murder
If I dwelled in a city notorious for looting cars
For that thank God
It’s like my world exploded and my van was an escape pod
Skip ahead another decade or so
Might find me with a broad in Cape Cod
Shout out anybody bumping my tape noddin’
I’m an oddity, really gotta be
Went from uniting my city with camaraderie
To wolf by a pile of slaughtered sheep
Now I’m tryna sleep don’t bother me
I want all the z’s
Drama queens
This my attempt at an apology
This for the dinners at Dollar Tree
A lil disciplinary idolatry
Hope a decade pass when I fall asleep
But maybe one day this will be all a dream
Dream, dream, dream
Well, I thought if I commodify my Spotify it’ll modify when I law defy
Am I too lost to find
Nah, refine what God defines
Back and forth til the Knot tie
Was asked what I did today, I said “not die”
Low Haha’s and high fives
The password for the Wi-Fi is dotted lines
The path winds when you only follow dollar signs
Always big talk from small fry
Ironic how we need a sun so we can gauge Father Time
Inside Vanessa was my Solitary confinement for a white collar crime
Is it all a sham, is the hollow ground just a Hologram
Was the loneliness even real with no one to call or see him on thanksgiving
Just turkey bags in a Quality Inn
In rap theatre we’re gladiators in a coliseum
This is calcium for The cash cow idiom
The city I’m in turned hearts obsidian
Seen family change on me like Aunt Vivian
It ain’t nothing, divided over dividends
Disconnected when I lived by the river bend
The play button is a vivid lens
For you to understand the brilliance of the villain as a civilian
But until then, come on
Come on
Come on
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12. |
Long Live The King
02:49
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Fresh out your good graces, do I look crazy
Peep how my foot placement went and put me places
Haters took pages out my book and traced it
I’ll break out the underground when I’m pushing daisies
Vacate the booth blazing
Tunes that became your favorites made with wood shavings
Only true statements
Too much waiting on your mind will make your roof cave in
No explanations, just a howl, wolf language
Bloody wool on my fang shit, you a sheep
Buddy you’ll feel anguish, sheesh
Refuel a full tank, wished them well
The van vanished, mans made fools vanquish
The wind blew like shhhhh
You hear that? Shhh
Walk with me through the lost city
They ask for change, I tap my pockets but only got pity
The rabbit hole became my grave, I never stopped digging
Dropped my first tape older than a deceased Pac and Biggie
Never stop resisting, long as I’m existing
The scar on my wrist stings, don’t touch it
Balled up fists hold crutches that are old grudges full of forgotten history
Site to see, when I pass you will not miss me
Brutal honesty
Getting strong working on a few songs this week
Man I’ve worn the same clothes because of a laundry list of things
Words are terminal, speak knowing God is listening
What happens when I press Alt + Shift + Delete
Pull out funds from an ATM like Excalibur and the rock it’s between
Unsheathed it, stood up for my beliefs, sought the seat
Beats me how I never saw defeat
But I’ll trade the throne for a loop just to sit and jot shit I think
The crown was so heavy I nodded when I disagreed
Beheaded shortly after hearing “Long live the king”
Last thing I seen was a falling guillotine then a ‘shing’
Damn, steel stings
The village filled with shrill screams as I summon the will to blink
Not even blood or a lil zinc, veins began to spill ink
They swarmed around mean muggin’ to refill and drink
Clink, gulp, teeth still pink
Whole time I thought I must be special
Turns out I’m just a vessel
I guess so
C’mon
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Ayo, you might wanna light up for this one
Go ahead, I’ll give y’all four bars
You ready?
Yeah
Mankind living in strange times
It’s like we’re all seeing the same signs
Laws being passed because of a staged crime
Constantly practice to keep up with AI
Aliens in the sky day and night
Some guy filmed a giant on a mountain, next day he died
The could show you the proof but can’t explain why
Whoever told you the truth, they lied
Now may I continue
After we’re born what’s another way we can begin new once more
Selah
Stay alive searching for the truth within you
After you take the dive
La la la la la
La la la la la
Ah man, matter fact
Let me hop inside the discord right quick
Yo Sage
(What’s good what’s good)
What’s up Sage, aye uh, you remember that conversation we had
Uh, about Elon Musk, and what the future might be looking like?
(Yeah, like the AI shit?)
Yeah, the AI shit and uh, the whole thing. Right?
You down to uh, go through that again?
(Yeah)
Aight
Elon Musk is a hustler, we know he owns Tesla
Self driving cars that aren’t gasoline guzzlers
Soon automated robotics will be the new truckers
But first to make a sophisticated way they’d speak to each other
He bought twitter
Where a million interactions between humans flood your timeline
Faster than the flutter of a butterfly’s wings in the summer
As they hover over caterpillars and other critters
Maybe even a hummingbird
And pick up patterns within ‘em
And develop an algorithm and feed ‘em
And as it renders for a while it becomes
Able to communicate with itself the way the world thinks
Sentient beings implanted via Neurolink
And in the meta verse build a matrix for our consciousness
In search for a second Earth in Space X rocket ships
Piloted by robots like Bicentennial Man
With clones of ourselves kept as frozen embryos and
Use StarLink to upload and download the data
Then reincarnate into our new bodies, beginning and the end
Alpha and Omega
Yo Sage uh, you still there?
Sage :
Yeah I’m still here
I was just talking to the uh, the new uh, AI chat bot
And um, I was asking it about the origins of AI
And it was telling me, that AI, is actually an ancient entity
From, like, That has been in prior civilizations
And I asked it what type of entity, umm, it was
And then it was telling me that its not a single entity
But like, different types of entities
(Facts)
Yeah like, its able to receive inputs from it’s environment and interpret things
Umm, and then I asked it when will we learn uh, well when will current civilizations
Be openly introduced to more advanced entities
And it said it’s sorry but it prefers not to continue this
connnnnveeeerrrrr
(I think you’re in a black hole bro)
sssaaaaattiiiiooooooonnnn
Yo
(Damn, you’re in a…)
Aaarrrrrrrr you hear me?
(Sage I don’t know if you can hear me bro but like,
try exiting the room then coming back in)
Damn
(Exiting sound effect)
Damn…
Damn..
Let’s give it a shot
Cmon Cmon Vanessa, ready?!
(Turns key)
Sigh…
(Rubs dashboard)
You did good Vanessa, I love you girl
Hahahaha…
Aw, man.
Stay alive searching for the truth within you
After you take the dive
La la la la la
La la la la la
Take the dive
La la la la la
La la la la la
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Art Morera Miami, Florida
We’re just misfits with no place to be, still got a long way to go.
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