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The Cost
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This is the cost, I’ll bleed on these tracks
a flame in each valve of my heart
exhale like exhaust
might slip like I broke on frost
whole drip make the whip feel washed
a flash flood from the dense soil
couldn’t stop my drive, shit my gear on 5
blood mixed with the ink is my pens oil
first hit was rolled in foil
now a days I just feel spoiled
spend my days avoiding toil
my back get rubbed in oil
all my cake trunchbull
each line pack a punch full
8 of your verses get ate like a lunchable
and no stunts pulled
I leave crowds shitting til their trunks full
I’m talking IBS
then they call my words shit that’s why I be stressed
chillin with a seltzer only time I’m pressed
i’ll let the path take me wherever I deem blessed
you know It’s dangerous to sit on tracks
gotta build some anger up before these hits make wax
bout to find out that my shit don’t slack
verse like a crash scene, I got something that you’re bound to react
Big Tim Turmoil
just the resin on his lips get you higher than some burnt oil
the type of shit that have you laughing most, I macro dose
or I’m more tightly wound than a turncoil
sweet like chamoy, so howe’d these tracks get hard as chrome alloy
sit back and just fanboy
& listen while I hit each track like an asteroid
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I went down to a gram from a pound in just a day, chronic
I touch myself and read 50 shades of gray on it
decaying phonics, unless he spitting, spraying sonnets,
I got the bombest shit I may invade your bonnets
Honest,The psychopath is mostly the calmest,
I aint even got a conscious I promise
These noxious crap rappers are novice
after losses of prophets the sky’s grey only the end of August
Left in solace, progressed an artist stuck in an office
but the stresses needed a faucet
And this hard work needed a profit
another tired jerk choking my wallet
another star broke trying to stop it
even if it means swallowing vomit and spitting it
back, the next snack pack issued a plaque
trying to replicate this meal but nothing goes like my tracks hit
so hard the whole front row backflips
feeling the sorest so Im looking for the five star florist,
mary, the grey bent inscent from the cherry
leaves my mind porous ,close my eyes and hear a fine chorus
flows are like he read thesaurus, bored of all this
and cronies flourish when they see the stoney tourist
stacking bowls as hot as porridge, Leave you in last sad the
score is ,one to none, leaving fappers in cum
And rappers done, cappers probably run and grab for their gun
criminal minds, pushing the minimal dimes
just trying to get by in this life with minimal fines
these pigs are really fucking trying Killing and
spying, they lying if they say they ain't pushing the line
shushing and prying, waisting my time, put in a line to argue
this ain'y kush in my primetime, sometimes I find
Its like sign language leading the blind
and shoot is default by design, It seems its killing time
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I make bitches nervous and frantic
they brush their hair in a panic
I wear the finest shirts, you’d think that I was gay and hispanic
cross the atlantic take a zombie outbreak expand it
and I’d still be the illest on this whole planet
damnit I’m nice still imma start this shit of sloppy first granted
still I’m the gardener I watered the seed you face planted
you can’t handle it, historic examples of making a mess
cos my rhymes cause temporary IBS
so quick to be sick, I make the crowd throw up
make em suck my fucken dick wrapped in a fruit roll up
while eating ass and reading poems in a rorschach mask
but then I’d have to clear my cache wash my hands and laugh
the only thing I just can’t seem to understand
is how I’m so good at making pussy out of a giant fucking boney hand
but this point I can sell my brand, and label it the grand gland
and sell it out a windowless van
but you know it’s lovers till the lust
but don’t trust, bring your own condoms until the sin stopped
these trojan horses got doors small as a pin drop
your breathing baby daddy drama plan b can be an ill cop
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I’m trying to be my own sage
but I struggle with the new me, we’re not on the same page
control your reaction to rage
it’s hard to force yourself to grow when you’re trapped in a cage
bish, job like like small bowl to gold fish
that’s why I keep packing bowls or rolled swish
and that’s why I keep slacking on my goals
i’m a old bitch
*crack*
back and knees cracking
bald head eye’s red
at least the beats slapping
the only thing we got in common
he’s fucking up veggies
I microwave the ramen
but now we trying to be a shaman
he gotta kill me first and leave the bad bad world behind him
I’m trying to live like I’m goku
only focus on my next challenge
you jabronies focus on on your roku
that’s one way to say I’m thinking bout myself
(cos you’re the bad guy too)
cos I’m the bad guy too but never drinking by myself
he keep the vodka in the frieza
in case the crown lost like vegeta
a mans sins turn into a creature
drank hate, the leacher
til he spit out a demon
that’s how he got himself to do the feature
but now my third eye open seein like I’m Tien
c*m on the chi chi and take off on that BM
yeah bitch big balls stay dragon
nimbus so thick my crew look like a train wagon
so you could say I blow fat stacks
but I grab my balls rap it off and just make it back
unless the old me come shaking gats
I guess I gotta be the one feed em to the…
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We used to get fucked up every night
you would only hear the booze talking
eleven dollar handle of prestige, 211
and a PA system would get the crew flocking
we were smoking green crack like what’s cbd?
dude brought a keg cos the flyer said byob
he let the tweaker give him head and she took out the teeth
sheesh them zombie bitches gave me the hee bee geez
testing drugs like we understood chemistry
hoamies got hooked on that meth disguised as ecstasy
puffed stress cos it was next to free
looking like a brick pressed
our papers broke on the stems and seeds
passed to the left respectfully
use it as a way to get to know who next to me
chilled me out a bit too
calm me down after people pressing me
to bring me down
my uncle said “some drugs is like sex to me”
and you’d quit cold turkey if you had seen this dude
said he never ran from police, just took the scenic route
and he ain’t lie when he went and told his future wife
“I aint leaving baby, Crystal will always be in my life”
I used to get fucked up every single night
pounding liquor malt til I get sick, can hardly talk,
how am I gonna get home If I can even walk
took a nap behind a car like my head was a tire block
how the fuck am I not dead
sidewalk slammers straight to the head
I deal with this type of shit on the reg
can’t remember how I made it to bed
they drink faster where I from
keep up with lil ole me
we smoked cat hairs and crumbs
all rolled up in our weed
mixing vodka & squirt until my liver hurt
find a clear spot in the desert, shiver in the dirt
all slobs rocking stinky shirts
no jobs, even there was we weren’t gonna work
cos poverty and pain will make you feel boxed it
seeking escape via toxins, anything to stay rocking
my drunk friend handed me a pill, thought oxycotin,
fucked up my stomach up, his bled, it was naproxen
looking through cracks and seems to find crumbs of green
mixed with spider legs and cat hair like a crack fiend
getting a rush by any means
gravity bong grated my throat like cheese
shit aint punk if the tracks clean
bitch I’m fucked up
feel asleep in the driveway
no chaser in my cup
I fucked up
friend took me on the highway
I used to get fucked up every night
I used to get fucked up every single night
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we don’t need no education
we don’t need no bullies in control
we both had class with this monstrous bitch ms ****s
she’d make us pack our homework up in thick piles
my only buddy was this kid kyle
a skin head who always got riled up because his kins wild
we both had the anger since a child
the shithead stamps been filed
surprised they even kept us both around
made me beg tail between my legs
teacher said sick dogs need to be put down
still she sniffed for blood like a hound
hiss n “SHHHH” couldn’t make a sound
feel like we got booked in the pound
especially when my nose in the ground
long summer
we don’t need no education
we don’t need no bullies in control
seems like all my bad decisions made by proxy
There’s nuances, we’re stuck to our roots like epoxy
bad influences kids copy
that’s why I knew Kyle would grow to be a nazi
age 8 he learned about his uncles autopsy
dad blamed it all on the blacks, and Kyle adopted
quickly spent all of the stacks he got from oxy
i’d meet him out in felony flats, he’d try to box me
mom gone, grandparents pill addicts
he gone wrong, at school he’d always be dramatic
and act strong, quick to swinging was a bad habit
everyday’s long getting fucked like a jack rabbit
then there’s just little old me
pissed off cause I didn’t get to eat before I sleep
teacher bring me nothing but beef
but still empty stomach
thank god lunch free
thank god
I think I might freeze
passed on warm showers & got eight months free
I guess my mom paid bills like she loved me
passed on a ring over government money
still went to bed hungry
that’s why it’s hard to act cool when the teacher steal from me
wouldn’t even come if it weren’t for free lunch
teacher picking on me empty stomach feel like three punch
it made me think of who she’d see in me
and if she got a school degree to wear kids out like jewelry
teacher bully stay schooling me
that’s why when I switched schools a’s & b’s were all new to to me
like damn, all a sudden shit cool to me
those good teachers inspired who I grew to be
and bad teachers don’t retire
they stay for the free money
while your kids grow up to be dummies
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have you ever heard of methemphetameine?
In this consolidated ghetto, sedated fellow stay mellow
white t bellow till it chrome yellow, he pray? hell no!
and stack the crystal like a lego to sell
he pack the pistol sent ya buddy to hell
enraged by, point the barrel at the strange guy
aim high vision blurred cos his brains fried
trying to cope without a hope
loose ends get hog tied
snitches get they’re knob pried
making moms cry
couldn’t take a joke, unless you gave it in a laffy taffy
broke and trashy, toked the fatty still he snappy
n pissed off cos his life is crappy
losing his mind tweaking trying to find happiness
Im still tripping
ego death my mind slipping
am I living?
shouldn’t a kept the bongs ripping
I’m not kiddin
I feel a few moments from collapse
when the couch came and ask me to relax
these vats stink its worth the living off this crap tweak
my eyes pink wide open and i cant speak
aint slept for weeks food and glass stack to ceilings from the sink
a strained heart is what my friends think
kid trapped in delirious ways 20 bodies in a series of days
funny hobbies like he pullin triggers at strays
or bigger corpses then he shoveling graves or leave em dead in a cave for talking
and if you near better keep walking and pray that motha fucka does’t start stalking
the cop vans moving thru the streets in shade looming for a raid
get popped man Im booming fuck a room invade
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most days I don’t feel it
I’m quick to defeat
sometimes I can’t will it
rather count sheep
just two days to kill it
shit that’s my week
corporate ladders stay steep
i’d just rather sleep
some days I just kill it
victory is sweet
god damn i’m with it
but these feeling’s all fleet
my energy shifted
in isolation i’m spacing
talking shatter’s self esteem
i’d just rather dream
depression atrophy
smoke session til I’m apathy
I feel like dirt / that’s why I keep the grass on me
getting tanked even tho nobody gassing me
might still explode the lit kindle’s just the trash in me
h h h how my thoughts the only one harassing
when I dream I don’t think of days passing
I think of old jay’s passed
the old days was a blast
we rolled enough grass to fill a cast
I find myself dwelling on the past
like how the hell this bowl get cashed?
how the hell my old ass grow so fast?
god only knows hope he don’t make me take my breath last
I find myself dwelling on the past
past the on dwelling myself find I
times tough replays constantly mind my
do thoughts those day the die I
because cry I
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are you sipping from the crap?
with the couch backpack
take a nap after that
hit the sack
she said I only show love
if i’m trying to tap
and only say it when I rap
I spent the last five summers being bummer
I tell myself its a fact
the couch is now my spine
this blanket is my body bag
reminds me he left his brains out on a couch like that
I came raining, I’m a grouch like that
use to scavenge through food
big ass empty pantry leftovers from the house rats
and stay sleeping next to mouse traps
come on
you know I know all about that
sometimes I feel like leaving
now I know why daddy left
he was gone he was dreaming
now i’m cashing out the time he spent
I could paint them like a demon
If I aint feel exactly what they were feeling
trying to pick yourself up
only know how to put yourself down
before I kiss the world goodbye
Im gonna say this
shout out to the ones who kept it light during the grayness
iv’e been counting every single day since
we last spoke and I know you can’t visit cos yo ass broke
I think about the times in the back yard
all day ripping from the glass toke
I’m leaving harsh words in the past bro
that was back when our riffing was mad fast
we turned whole bag of desert trash into cash
how else you think the young kids can pull a hey mister
and get the funds to pay for 40’s or a gram of hash
tv taught the shorties how to dine and dash
tv taught sporty how to shake that ass
but never taught how to relax
family and friends stab backs
still find it hard to follow tough acts
sometimes I feel like leaving
now I know why daddy left
he was gone he was dreaming
now i’m cashing out the time he spent
I could paint them like a demon
If I aint feel exactly what he was feeling
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my mom was young with an older man
said they went to Mexico and made love in the sand
when she got pregnant and my life began
he denied the time they spent, love he sent, and wouldn’t take her hand
frustrated & only 16
everyday facing the consequence of his scheme
her family worried, how a child raise a human being
even Erik was only 23
and based on how he run and flee
that’s really not the type of father she’d want me to see
or even worse, the type of man she’d want me to be
guess we’re cursed, I’m still learning from an absentee
loved ones tried to relay the gravity
that we were both in a position to be a casualty
her older brother was just starting his family
& if they took me in she could still visit me casually
mom became aunt, aunt became mom
uncle became dad, dad became gone
never stayed in the same place for too long
never stared at the same face for too long
Can’t say I tried, still I hope you have a better life
ah ah
Can’t say I tried, still I hope you have a better life
ah ah
uncle dad the only father that I ever had brought me in
you never plan things to go bad
in fact plans reflect reality like a gold mirror
looks pretty but that don’t mean clearer
he worked hard to pay the rent
and aunt mom would make sure each cent for groceries were wisely spent
and made a home of every town that we went
still I vent, some arguments are hard to circumvent
we moved from city to city
they called me new kid, quiet, or stupid
all relationships were non committing
initiating friendships never seemed fitting
after every investment ending in me quiting
each loss left the hole in my heart pitting
{this shit too dense to dish in one sitting}
so while I’m dealing with the abandonment that I’m feeling
I find out uncle dad and aunt mom were splitting
visits turned to every other weekend
more motion and mixed feelings, all love’s fleeting
I seen him cry and give himself a beating
he wanted back, but it’s hard to look past his cheating
understandable, there’s some things only time could handle
she couldn’t embrace without thinking of the scandal
on days alone she’d gravitate to the handle
hardly provoked, uncle dad flying off at the handle
no love lost we took in all that we could handle
and the love that we felt was ample
a tornado outside, this door let debris in
but kids just want love, we were still happy to see him
it was his weekend, he was late
the first day of fall, I was eight
knock at the door was my mom, aunt
showed up crying wiping tears from her face
shit, that’s just one of those memories you can’t erase
do what I say, not what I do
still I wish the best for you
do what I say, not what I do
still I wish the best for you
my grandpa taught me how to tie nooses
uncle dad taught me how to use it
I guess info is only bad in context
and whether or not you choose to abuse it
see how I’m learning from an absintee?
if I accept my influence,
i’d be virtuous as I could be
understand I can tech em how to live cause I been through it
my dad taught me, uncle dad taught me how to deal with life at your lowest
rig the world with explosives
we were fields to the locust
the stressed to neurosis
liver to cirrhosis
I know that I’ll try
try to have a better life
I know that I’ll try
try to have a better life
I can be your cold hand
I can be your bad news bearer
a bit early to be this old man
too young for this type of terror
da da
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