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Intro
01:30
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Anthem
02:46
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They say the devils in the devils the devil you know
It’s better to pick your poison bell biv devoe
I’m bumping art bell coast to coast JRo and Tash
Break you out of mental prisons on that tango and cash
See they wanna control you take you and mold you
Prop it up with paganism bought you and sold you
Prophecies and fake religions red scare Salem witches
If your soul is for sale you should change the business
Yo - We’re all entitled to opinions
Americas a cult and the violence is tradition
Yo I guess you get your minions where you find em
Even the most high minded are hive minded.
Yo - it’s that city of the blind shit
Everyone’s a whore we’re just negotiating prices
.Tyrants like to hide behind a crisis
The same way a zealot likes to hide behind christ
Hook
Its the pledge of allegiance the precipice of panic
This is the anthem put your damn hands up
Its the pledge of allegiance the precipice of panic
This is the anthem put your damn hands up
They Create a moral panic weaponize the fear
And put your hands in the air like you just don’t care
They Create a moral panic weaponize the fear
And put your hands in the air like you just don’t care
Verse 2
A yo don’t get confused bitch
Politics replaced religion and the Eucharist
old institutions that have out lived their usefulness
Cling to this ruse take your trust and abuse it
You’ll never be free till you see that bullshit
Sunglassed rowdy pipe fight Keith David
Nothing ever changes if you wait for them to save us
Conjure up a panic it’s our favorite entertainment
Divorced from reality the gods so prescient
Check the way they act when they get their own President
Yo it’s a litmus test check the fealty to power
You’re here for the real tea you feel me their cowards
A yo id rather put my money in the caymans
Than finance a war machine or prisons that enslave us
I don’t want my dollars putting kids inside of cages
How long can you compromise until you have no shame left
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3. |
Ignorance is Bliss
03:57
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Verse 1
A Yo - we’re struck by the manufactured horror
And that’s the way the panic spreads the function of the martyrs
Punch drunk from the pummeling how much can you stomach
Throw it in a stump speech and promise there’ll punishments
If you see something say something everyone’s been deputized
Working for the stasi now for retweets and extra likes
Your Big brother’s literally your big brother simp
democrat republicans it’s all big government
A yo. It’s all conquer and divide
We all need a worthy enemy we need to pick a side
Pit ourselves in existential crisis knights of Templar
superstitious psyops over dial up lights our tempers
Remember remember the fifth of November
We’re heroes of our story and we think that we’re transcendent
We’re in it for the glory and we all got an agenda
Yo I read the oral history I’m morally offended
Hook:
When they ask why we’re ignorant as shit the simple answer - ignorance is bliss
When they ask why we’re ignorant as shit the simple answer - ignorance is bliss
When they ask why we’re ignorant as shit the simple answer - ignorance is bliss
When they ask why we’re ignorant as shit the simple answer - ignorance is bliss
Verse 2
A yo. We made it through a few millenias
The world don’t need me no it don’t need any of us
So instead of facing existential dread
We create religion and conditions for our stead
.But god is dead so now it turned secular
sell you a conspiracy of sexual predators
All sorts of terrorists cabals of satanists
Who kidnap our children and feast upon the baby flesh
There’s two camps the fascists or the communists
You bought into this binary and lost all of your common sense.
Yo. I can’t wait until the comet hits
And by the time this drops I’ll probably be on all kinds of lists
I don’t know why I rhyme like this it’s Remus vs Romulus
The people with the smallest dicks will build the biggest obelisk
Yo. I know it’s not a novel idea
But your easier to grift when your driven by fear
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4. |
Won Time
02:40
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Verse 1
Catch me out in dennys eating moons over mihammy
I’m just another father eating breakfast with his family
I suggest you don’t test I’m from the era of the eye jammy
Who gives a fuck about a god damn Grammy
Cause yo I love to rap like Danny zucko loves sandy
And I’ll kill a fucking beat like I was red avenging Mandy
See the world different through the eyes of ozymandious
Alaska is my Heisenberg and I serve as an anarchist
Actually an agorist with slight agoraphobia
I won’t do no business with our streaming corporate overlords
Homes I’m on my Laurie Strode always in survival mode
I used to be the fat kid wearing shorts outside in five below
I spent the last year obsessing bout my viral load
Spitting in a tube or with a cotton swab inside my nose
That’s the way the story goes the way the allegories written
Glitch inside the matrix and the code inside the algorithm
Hook
Wontime if you never leave the crib (wontime)
Wontime if you home raising your kids (wontime)
Wontime in your search for the perfect rhyme (wontime)
Wontime for your muthafucking mind
Verse 2
Catch me in a tux like Chubb rock and the winner is
I wish I could wear chucks but I got fucked up ankle ligaments
Used to smoke cigarettes got to like a pack a day
Quit them shits cold turkey and it worked that’s all I have to say
I’m sure somewhere someone has an issue how I worded that
Says my words are violence while their working on a murder pact
Perched upon an ivory tower somewhere quoting Eisenhower
I just wanna block out all the noise for one quiet hour
Yo I’m like Kurosawa to Star Wars
The inconvenient truth in the booth just call me al gore
It’s all temporary it’s very flowers for Algernon
A bunch of dead eyed deadites direct from the necronomicon
The whole world is comic con someone left the comments on
And if I’m being honest it’s an exhausting phenomenon
That’s the way the story goes the way the allegories written
Glitch inside the matrix and the code inside the algorithm
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5. |
Etha
03:39
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Verse 1:
A yo Take a walk through the valley of shadows
There’s everything you need here the rhyme scheme is Maslow
They say your home is your castle I say maybe it’s a omen
If no man is an Island why the violence of the lone gun
Its logans run America America the beautiful
Where everyone’s a ronin but you find them in a cubicle
I salute you eating ossobuco out in Ossining
Your music is a social movement or your music’s gossiping
Yeah – I know that seems a bit reductive
.But Chuck said no more music for the suckers
Coming up we used to rock our chukas in the summer
sure it meant our feet stunk I bet you’re taking Umbridge
-So muthafucker take a number
And Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
That’s for my heads who knew Doom before the masked days
When Every 90s album had a song about the last days
Hook:
I don’t know shit and I bet you don’t neither
I bet you don’t neither I bet you don’t neither
If life got you wound up go and take a breather
Go and take a breather go and take a breather
I don’t know shit and I bet you don’t neither
I bet you don’t neither I bet you don’t neither
We’ll be here forever even if its just the ether
if its just the ether even if its just the ether
Verse 2:
If your first verse is tough than the second must be tougher
And if its introspective than the sufferings your macguffin
As a young fat boy stuffed my face with egg mcmuffins
But was quick to swing an ep like my name was David ruffin
Yo this is all just enabling my navel gazing
Feet on the ground reach for the stars on my Casey kasem
Yo case in point it’s a friendly game of baseball
Only good as your VORP that means everyone’s replaceable
Shit - we’re all made of star stuff like Sagan said
Asalam alekum you should stay so we can break bread
Homey I’ve been nice since the night of the living baseheads
And always had a dream to rhyme with tigger in the basement
Yo - Still my favorite host is Chris Thomas
.A lot of talent never gets beyond just promise
.It’s like Zilla said prospects are bullshit
And raps never been wack you just stopped listening at full clip
Hook:
I don’t know shit and I bet you don’t neither
I bet you don’t neither I bet you don’t neither
If life got you wound up go and take a breather
Go and take a breather go and take a breather
I don’t know shit and I bet you don’t neither
I bet you don’t neither I bet you don’t neither
We’ll be here forever even if its just the ether
if its just the ether even if its just the ether
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Alaska
The methodology take these corners slow dog
If you Riding shotgun a-wax and o-dog
Don’t touch the radio Raheem bumpin Rakeem
One headlight out so we rocking the high beams
The Basquiat rhyme schemes the Dondi of dutches
You were the Rammellzee of reefer when we chiefing on a budget
Packed in 8 deep even though it felt like 80
Fabe caught a summon that night at golden lady
Yo we had the used ac then we had a used path
Now I push an X3 complete with a roof rack
Drop my daughter off at school bumping murder muzak
She’s probably embarrassed I’m not trying to be the cool dad.
Shit I’ll play my own songs bump em through the blue tooth
Ride around shining even open up the moon roof
Never had a bumper sticker that shits for lames
Like you you driving in a Kia and the paint job has flames
Hook
Two dope boys. We still tipping
Cars drive by with the booming system
sitting sideways. Sitting on chrome (chrome)
Throw some dees on that bitch homey drive slow
Two dope boys. We still tipping
Cars drive by with the booming system
sitting sideways. Sitting on chrome (chrome)
Throw some dees on that bitch homey drive slow
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7. |
Road to Hell
02:43
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Check your resume Turn your filters off
Eat gefilte fish read some Gilgamesh
Pay your bills and find your friends killer tape
And make amends I’d be happy to facilitate
I used to watch Phyllis filler on scooby doo
All these rich woke kids driving new suburus
It’s still a status symbol shits like 30 grand g
Zilla Rocca told me I should watch some banshee
But i didn’t really wanna start no new shit
I said I’d check it but I lied like Gavin newsome
Instead I just read a bit
On the couch with a bag full of kettle chips
The utz joints salt and malted vinegar
I watch movies I don’t go to the cinema
That sounds pretentious like talking bout your footy club
I don’t talk to no one and I always keep my hoody up
Hook
A yo (a yo) these are the lyrics of lament (lament)
A yo it’s the season of discontent
(Content)
Draw a line in the sand or your name in the cement
The road to hell is paved with good aims and good intent
Verse 2
A yo. Don’t ever be hesitant
Walk up in the Oval Office yell fuck the president
That’s your god given right as an American
And I say it’s the job of every Good Samaritan
A lot of New Yorkers get their cars insured in Maryland
And Pennsylvanian, North Carolina too
I’m the off brand era of the shiny suit
They say to err is human in my mind that’s kinda beautiful
As a young buck I always wore a Metal shirt
Kept the radio on bls bumping red alert
You heard the story again and again
The white boy finds rap and they call it a trend
Flash forward 30 years there’s 40 thousand journalists
Nostalgia fucking rap as an attack on its earnestness
Now it’s been reduced to cypress hill Tribe and Beastie boys
No culture survives in the lives of these yeasty boys
Hook
A yo (a yo) these are the lyrics of lament (lament)
A yo it’s the season of discontent
(Content)
Draw a line in the sand or your name in the cement
The road to hell is paved with good aims and good intent
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8. |
Too Much
02:17
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Hook
A yo they say too much is never enough
But me, I’ve had enough y’all a little too much
Verse 1
A yo nothing lives up to the hype
Go start a bucket list or find the love of your life
Find a nice home have yourself a son and a daughter
Find a local restaurant that won’t fuck up your order
Of chicken cacciatore but don’t get it contorted
The grass is always greener but the dream is distorted
But Yo (a yo) y’all should enjoy that
That’s the key to life everything else is horse crap
That’s why I stay home and order nothing but door dash
Roast beef and horseradish watching some horseshack
Yo .social media’s the modern day Rorschach
And proof to my theory most people are pure trash
Yeah I did the math the statistics and the algorithm
God won’t save us you could say that I’m a Calvinist
Free market economist and flea market flipper
You could get off your ass or try to find a glass slipper
Theres two reasons to do shit money and love
For every other option check none of the above
Don’t let nobody guilt you you know it’s their milieu
They’ll grind you like a milestone just do what fulfills your
Hook
A yo they say too much is never enough
But me, I’ve had enough y’all a little too much
they say too much is never enough
But me, I’ve had enough y’all a little too much
Verse 2
A yo. We’re surrounded by death cults
Walking dead Frankenstein flat head and neck bolts
Group think and hive minds everyone’s one time
And Even my revolts are brilliant with sunshine
That’s some Camus shit we all think we’re Brutus
Taking down a tyrant uninspired and clueless
Derivative like Claire Horowitz is just Emma
had on the suede timbs and the two tone leather
My soliloquy of chaos don’t quit your day jobs
Read some decartes maybe take up decoupage
Find a side hustle you can pour your passions in
And if you start cashing in your Anti disestablishment
Theres two reasons to do shit money and love
For every other option check none of the above
Don’t let nobody guilt you you know it’s their milieu
They’ll grind you like a milestone just do what fulfills you
Hook
A yo they say too much is never enough
But me, I’ve had enough y’all a little too much
Hook
they say too much is never enough
But me, I’ve had enough y’all a little too much
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10. |
Anthem (Instrumental)
02:45
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12. |
Won Time (Instrumental)
02:37
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13. |
Etha (Instrumental)
03:18
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16. |
Too Much (Instrumental)
01:27
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