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And then we take a look at one of Earth's most fascinating creatures
The homosapian, or as they call themselves... humans
Being a human is pretty fucking weird
Some of them be walking with food up in their beard
A few put metal bars through their tongue or their ear
Or let their ambitions get halted by fear
Yea, being a human seems really absurd
They often fail to listen while waiting to get heard
They bastardize thoughts into these things called words
That if misunderstood, on occasion, war has occurred
Many cultures use pieces of paper to indicate wealth
That often determines whos in poor or good health
So they set arbitrary measures that are very out of date
To falsely figure out whos pulling their own weight
Then gather around the dead and chalk it up to fate
Ignoring the oppression towards gender, class, and race
And here some more facts about the human race
Two eyes, a nose, and a mouth make up their face
They have hair like protrusions on their tongue to taste
Their planet is being destroyed by their own waste
You think they would care but its simply not the case
Yea being a person seems both difficult and fun
Spinning on a rock doing laps around the sun
Thru tech and innovation they continue to evolve
But that only creates new a different problems to solve
What is a human?
Yea being a human is pretty fucking weird
They are very social creatures that live in complex social structures
But what sets them apart the most
Is their self awareness and cognitive consciousness
Not only are they aware of their own mortality
They question and seem desperate to understand and conquer it
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I walk the tight rope of sanity
But note my sonder does not reflect your vanity
And society is not without causality
So I feed my ego formaldehyde as a formality
And blend into a busy city scape
As every word I scream becomes its own fire escape
To raise above the noise and confusion
And not fall victim to a supernatural disillusion
As to shift blame beyond ones self
Cause my plight is not the one of a man needing help
To me this is more than just rhyming
I tear apart the psyche and mistranslate my findings
Is the pursuit of fame akin to a new religion
An optical illusion type solution to prolonging one's vision
It seems an impossible mission
And my voice is a flyer on a pole that says missing
We all have wings
And I've been dying to sing
Before I take my place
Beneath this golden ring
And my voice just pours out
Metered by the clouds
Can you hear me now
Will you hear me now
Wigs split when I release spit from the tongue tip
The noise is the voice of a lyrical assassin
Hustling is magic and science
We cash cloning while making green shit
Disappear into the air for compliance, acid of life is creativity
So I mixed that with some shrooms and now I’m feeling me
My spliff split the time rift so i no longer exist
I’m equipped to rip twists when I step out of the crypt
What I spit resonates at the perfect frequency each play
Which is how I have y’all entangled in every word that I say
Erase space for hate when greatness is the destination
Blessed with omnipotence, so inspect ya significance
Cause when I step in my voice shall take over the room
Having everyone chant my name is what I’m about to do
Now who do you know who can fuck with the kid, nobody homie they pleading the fifth
T to the I to the M to the Jones, everything I say will get stuck in ya dome
We all have wings
And I've been dying to sing
Before I take my place
Beneath this golden ring
And my voice just pours out
Metered by the clouds
Can you hear me now
Will you hear me
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Dandelions
03:07
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Dandelions are weeds that exist to choke
The same lawn manure might help to grow
But then they transform into a symbol for hope
Close your eyes, make a wish, pucker your lips, and blow
Dandelions are weeds that exist to choke
The same lawn manure might help to grow
But then they transform into a symbol for hope
Close your eyes, make a wish, pucker your lips, and blow
Sometimes you gotta go thru the trenches
To come out the other side of white picket fences
If you truly believe the grass is always greener
You gotta do your best to switch the demeanor
Cause things aren't always as good as they look
So I almost never judge a cover by its book
Or a song by the hook, or the people around
That freely use the slang term shook
Yea, cause you never really know
Whats real in this life and whats just for show
Envious, of smiles disingenuous
The prettiest snakes, stay the most venomous
Keep your grass cut low
And wait for the ones with fake turf to show
I'm just trying to expand m horizons
I 'd rather dwell with the dog shit and dandelions
Dandelions are weeds that exist to choke
The same lawn manure might help to grow
But then they transform into a symbol for hope
Close your eyes, make a wish, pucker your lips, and blow
Dandelions are weeds that exist to choke
The same lawn manure might help to grow
But then they transform into a symbol for hope
Close your eyes, make a wish, pucker your lips, and blow
You ever feel like the same shit that's killing you
Be also giving off a sort of hopeful feeling too
There's some growth I've been meaning to get to
As I try to step around the dog shit too
Cause its weird, how dog shit kills
The same grass, shit from a cow's ass builds
Don't stay grazing on the past
Life will fly by your eyes too fast
And if you stay focused on another's greener pasture
Fixed on their wish, you'll never get the cast yours
There's more to life than the last chorus
I yearn to be the chrome amongst internet explorers
In the age of social media
Always be weary of the type of shit they feeding you
Is it nurturing like manure and fertilizers
Or are you just consuming dog shit and dandelions
Dandelions are weeds that exist to choke
The same lawn manure might help to grow
But then they transform into a symbol for hope
Close your eyes, make a wish, pucker your lips, and blow
Dandelions are weeds that exist to choke
The same lawn manure might help to grow
But then they transform into a symbol for hope
Close your eyes, make a wish, pucker your lips, and blow
Dandelions are weeds that exist to choke
The same lawn manure might help to grow
But then they transform into a symbol for hope
Close your eyes, make a wish, pucker your lips, and blow
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Capital
01:34
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Listen I'm all out of pots to piss in
Cause existence isn't covered by my health or vision
And the masters, just got their new politicians
To swiftly lube up, and thusly thrust their fists in
But yo, I ain't pulling no strings
Could give a fuck less about your nice things
My crew, we never lived like kings
But our native tongue is the truth, so we know some things
It goes, one, we all live in tandem as the universe
Everything is connected, so the possibilities are numerous
Two, we talking love thy neighbor
An equal division of the wealth and labor
Three, be true to yourself
And never be ashamed to ask for some help
Four, don't take more than your share
And approach everything with empathy and care
So why are the one's at the top hoarding all the resources
Holding healthcare hostage, in order to force us
Into the cycle of undervalued capital
Of our bodies and minds, to leave our planet inhabitable
I wish I could take a sabbatical
Until a time human rights were not considered radical
Yea, its unfathomable
This class warfare is way too tactical
So it's power to the people
Fuck the stock market and the spot with the steeple
We all deserve a little food on our plate
How is this even a debate
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Existence entraps me
Ties me to towering poles
Rotating awkwardly in opposite directions
There is no escape
The times ticking I just wanna know where will I go
Cause what’s dark will come to the light like Villa Lago
How will it happen gotta retina detachment
So will my blindness be a factor
Can’t face the judgment so I been lying to the pastor
Asking all these questions about what’s coming here after
Nah son acting drastic
Will a civilian have my top spinning backwards
Barrel smoking screaming out yo stop all the capping
I gotta baby so how to save em from this time wasted
Dry faithless, spine draining shuffle of life that the Gods faced wit
What will it look like
I wanna transfer to an eagle look he took flight
Lost his life but gained more followers and mentions
Traveling to demotions but my soul still living
After they killed him
I guess that’s the terms and conditions
Blurry visions, aims the cannons
Minor issues, overwhelms
Dirty dishes, gossip gospel
Crush their spirits, while holding hands
Bitching, never that, I react different
My perspective transcended, spirit smashed, crashed the cash system
I cast mystical rhythm like Gargamel when I spin them
Chilling like a smurf off shrooms, laughing at civilians
I go eye to eye with villains, I aint got a script in, Lord of Flies
Savage living, it was written, stomach vicious, spill guts
Cut tempest, times rough, so they dealing, lies to the children
Apocalypse revealing, 85 in the building, the sheep
The sheppard missing, sleeper cells in the distance
Trigger words lead to spitting, do to knowledge gain wisdom
Understand how I'm living in the cypher that I sit in
The culture is hitting, yet in the face you don't get
Built like Ferb and Phineas, reverse conditioning, rest in unknown villages
Remain militant, aware of any nemesis, put in work with my misses
Terms and conditions
Blurry visions, aims the cannons
Minor issues, overwhelms
Dirty dishes, gossip gospel
Crush their spirits, while holding hands
Conditions
We ain't nothing but some goddamn animals
Making things like machines, tools, and Dannimals
Using allegorys like Hannibal the Cannibal, to better understand
The thing behind the mask with the claw that mandible
This life is so mechanical, I can barely manage to
Eat, sleep, relax, struggle, overcome than try not to relapse
There's still prisoners in the state's with the weed tax
But I know, nobody's really listening
To busy reminiscing to actually try and fix some shit
Cause sometimes tradition is a blemish, and love is worth
Its weight in gold, shouts out to all chemists
But I think we missed the premise
Then spilled the teapot containing the tempest
Wondering what type of psycho could invent this
Conditions
Blurry visions, aims the cannons
Minor issues, overwhelms
Dirty dishes, gossip gospel
Crush their spirits, while holding hands
Once upon a no time
We were all wandering pre-thoughts, just
Observing without being, outside of being
Non-being, still energy
Then it all turned reality
I miss decimal point precision
Being built up chemicals playing
Once upon a time from the deep symbiosis personified
Witchcraft, comes close, spirituality
But what’s in a name
We take ourselves so seriously
And wonder why we’re all in pain
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Weird emo kid rap from the planet Earth.
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