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Head Grew
01:53
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used to rock a fitted but my head grew
back when i was young like egg foo
i thought life would be simple
then i learned that there were rules for how to hold a utensil
same goes for pencils
i made a mental note that those rules weren’t essential
but now when i eat or write i seem provincial
and i don’t give a fuck, not even a little
used to rock a snapback flat brim
you think i’m wack now? you shoulda seen me back then
i’ll make a blanket statement: i love afghans
art today is one of two things: fire or trash can
and that’s the dichotomy of quality
hieroglyphic etymology review policy, yo
i used to just assume honesty
that theory didn’t age well—Ptolemy
i’m not opposed to plastic bag bans
but my stash is getting low for the bathroom trash can
i get q tips stuck at the bottom with no bag
speaking of which, what’s with the social contract
in which the q tip brands claim that they’re not for ears
yet that’s what everybody buys em for? it’s fucking weird
i digress. less concerned with earning critical acclaim
than getting people to remember there’s no space in my rap name, yo
it’s no space, no space
don’t forget the capital NAH
lowercase r if you wanna get technical
i’ma keep rapping till i’m dead or a vegetable
no space, no space
don’t forget the capital NAH
lowercase r if you wanna get technical
i’ma keep rapping till i’m dead
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2. |
By Hook or By Crook
01:17
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yeah, the oldest trick in the book
i’ma get mine by hook or by crook
i should be sitting by a brook
or looking at the paper in a breakfast nook
i’ve never seen a lunch cranny
the way he rocks mics is truly uncanny
and he brings his own, other rappers too clammy
a happenstance habit picked up before the panny
yeah, one of my crutches is whimsy
yo, none of my dutches are flimsy
a lot of borogoves are far too mimsy
catch me at a show it’ll be lit…dimly
minimally cynical, i’m still working
the Celtics would have won in 2010 if Kendrick Perkins
didn’t get hurt, yo i’m still not over it
the last thing my raps are is sobering
yeah, i’ve got a question
why does my internet connection make me feel so pedestrian?
yo, i’m in a quandary
it seems feeling that way has become a fait accompli
the modern man kills time
i’d like to find a couple ways to keep mine alive
hm
do you have any in mind?
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Stand firm for what you believe in until and unless logic and experience prove you wrong. Remember, when the emperor looks naked, the emperor is naked. The truth and a lie are not sort of the same thing. And there’s no aspect, no facet, no moment of life that can’t be improved with pizza. Thank you.
oh my god it’s me
poked a couple holes in the old philosophy
small-minded to consider it hypocrisy
how we once were isn’t how we always gotta be
tryna move more properly
keep a lot of me, skip the whole lobotomy
there’s a chance i’ll end up at your orthodoxy
but it’s not me to do it by proxy, you got me?
i hold big thoughts loosely
what’s truly duly noted shouldn’t make me unruly
i adjust my grip, any switch is unwieldy
still reject fealty to any one notion, you feel me?
rid me of rigidity
it’s a myth, i can’t claim objectivity
seek truth, settle for validity
seek truth, accept mystery
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4. |
Civic (Interlude)
00:37
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<enters and starts car>
<hybrid moments by misfits>
<el scorcho by weezer>
<wanted (on the run) x i ran mashup by beanie sigel and duran duran>
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5. |
Civic
01:24
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in a Civic bumping Misfits
number one in your heart, two on your shit list
i’m an interesting fact, not a statistic
one of my friends is related to Michael Chiklis
i’m in the kitchen digging through the fridge—slim pickings
back in 10 minutes like it’ll be different, it isn’t
yo, i don’t need to be omniscient
to know some of you still listen
to the remix to Ignition, admit it
i’m missing zero free throws, no surprises
can you believe Vladimir Putin’s only 5’6”???
had to let that sink in
my internet presence is a mess except for LinkedIn
now i’m in a Lincoln bumping Pinkerton
the blinker syncs with El Scorcho for a wink and then
syncopates. yo, i love when that happens
my rinky dink rap releases stay snapping
known to get it cracking like a safe code
scientists suggest we’d get along fine with eight toes
peace to the brave soul who first tasted Play-Doh
they paved a strange road, probably ate a whole caseload
in a Buick Regal bumping Beanie Sigel
mashed up with Flock of Seagulls and the stream’s illegal
Evil Knievel learned motorcycle maintenance
in a year with one aim: to maintain
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so many fade into irrelevance with
the elegance of 11 elephants sharing one melon
i’ve been embellishing intelligence since
elementary. essentially i’m just good at spelling
dwelling on the past is not compelling
don’t send me clips of people rapping on Ellen
rarely ever overzealous, mostly undersell
underdeveloped teleological sense of self
in one fell swoop my plans all fell through
that’s what i rooted for them to do to tell the truth
i know one day my wisecracks will backfired
there’s a razor thin line between satire and quagmire
had the entire afternoon to myself
so i wrote half a verse and organized a shelf
then i wrote the other half, but you could tell i did the shelf between…
my stylistic decisions are nihilistic
my birthday’s the same as Kenan Thompson and Sid Vicious
former snicklefritz, flibbertigibbet
might spit a couple ditties on paradiddles with fiddlesticks
i whittled sticks and i twiddled thumbs
i kept scribbling this middling drivel because i found it fun
ho hum rappers fee-fi-fo-fum
withdrew the money phone for the show—insufficient funds
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7. |
Curmudgeon Emerge in Me
01:28
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i feel a budding urgency
to fight back as i see the curmudgeon emerge in me
diminishing common courtesy and interpersonal skills
not quite an emergency yet
but i can see it’s not brain surgery
to walk around feeling like the whole world’s serpentine
chip on the shoulder might fit like a glove
it’s a piece of cake to hate, it takes work to love
and therein lies the rub
that internalized lifestyle of living in a rush
knee jerk jerks shirk the hard work and get worse
at judging worth, now they claim that everything is dirt
from some digital porch
i can yell at a cloud, raise a torch and pitchfork
poor sport with a keyboard, connection, and boredom
who moves so fast he blows past the post mortem
i can feel myself slipping
under the undertow of rank individualism
swimming in cynicism
i can still see the shore. giving in is not a given
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8. |
Loose Around The Edges
00:48
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I am actually not ambitious. I want to earn enough money so I can eat, you know, enough food. I can’t eat eight meals a day; I can only eat two or three. I can’t eat 10 meals a day. I don’t want to heat the room like an oven; I only need enough heating to— I’m not ambitious. I just accept that I want to earn a living at it. And you don’t have to be fantastically successful to earn a living. In fact, the nearer I’ve found you get to success, the more people you get telling you what to do and sort of limiting your options in a rather sort of frightening way. So I prefer to be more loose around the edges, you know?
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9. |
Bowl Cut
02:52
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minute rice in a mini van
i never really fully figured out Steely Dan
somebody said that i can’t rap, but i clearly can
i’m weirdly difficult to stop like a ceiling fan
so quit yanking my chain, it’s a Gordian knot
Weird Al and DOOM made the accordion hot
according to my morning pages i am not shit
that’s why i write em to clear the gunk and the toxic thoughts
no mental blocks, Chuck Knoblauchs
it’s been a minute since i spit in a grog shop
opps talk hogwash on the blogspot
then they wanna hobnob with you, not on my watch
yo, i’ve got mad woke dad jokes
CVS photo guy, never wore the lab coat
gadzooks, leave the crowd bamboozled
it’s typically written on occasion off the noodle
i try to keep my mouth shut
people do stupid shit, so what?
i might pull up with a bowl cut
30 minutes late, but i showed up
i try to keep my mouth shut
people do stupid shit, so what?
i might pull up with a bowl cut
30 minutes late, but i…
i’m not utterly convinced that
this is not butter pass another piece of bread
yo, i think we’ve been misled
i’ve got more flows than inbox unreads
yeah, pull up to the party on edge
i don’t get out much. yo, i thought you were dead
not yet, throw my coat on the bed
a lot of these rappers all talk, call em TED
i’m in Jamaica unexpectedly—bobsled
tryna keep my girl proud and my dog fed
augment reality to meet Bob Ross
circle spread thin, no squares in my oblong
odd song—can’t believe you kept listening
i’m dying up here. you can see the sweat glistening, yo
do the thing. don’t cater to the dissidents
they’ll probably start doing it after they’re done dissing it
i try to keep my mouth shut
people do stupid shit, so what?
i might pull up with a bowl cut
30 minutes late, but i showed up
i try to keep my mouth shut
people do stupid shit, so what?
i might pull up with a bowl cut
30 minutes late, but i showed up
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Cucumbers
02:21
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i suppose i am a former future has been
i did all the math on the back of my napkin
i understand that idiom in an abstract sense
but which side is the back?
i’ve been rapping since i was a little child
writing verses working in the produce aisle
it’s probably why i never learned those PLU numbers
i was busy cyphering with cucumbers
unencumbered by the fact that certain rap exists
if they can rap like that, i’m certain i can rap like this
the competition’s way too much the game ain’t zero sum
don’t meet your heroes dog, your hero’s probably fucking dumb
if you’re sick of sucking wind then go out for a run
then go out for another run everyday till it’s fun
and look, you love running now. what a great accomplishment
the power of habit is truly astonishing
i don’t have a soapbox, i use body wash
i’d say my calling card is elevated potty talk
my girl keeps our place nice with many succulents
and if you fuck with her succulents, i might get truculent
mess with the potted plants and get molliwhopped
a lot of life is hit or miss like an eephus or lollipop
i’m lollygagging, heel dragging to the coffin
i know that time is borrowed, let’s explore renewal options
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