1. |
Level 1: Bad Tripper
00:56
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Breakdown just like bad trip
Shake, drown in my acids
Break crowns, bit my chapped lips
Ate brown skin, dried spat drips
Ate my face just to spite
State my fate, rustproof mics
Sick child in USA
Pick town in plague template
Switch style if they mess, mate
Get found with flayed chest plate
I didn’t get out of this as intact as I thought
These days, covid is the only thing I never caught
These days, covid is the only thing I never caught
I didn’t get out of this as intact as I thought
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2. |
flip it!
01:36
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Yeah buddy
[Verse]
Yo
Eyesores got the Tony award for absorbing the gore
Family mourn as nanny corpse transported to morgue
Pikmin high score at pop’s workplace, the children’s corridor
COs snatched the pedo straight from the 3rd floor
Didn’t get victimised, I still celebrated with s’mores
Gang life cut my middle school homie’s life short
Cops planted shit on my comrade as part of night sports
Suburban blue force moves without remorse
They buy hash from the frat bros on their porch
Then double back, target the afros on the court
Teen me was an asshole, god of course
No wonder my ex cheated, backbone topped with sores
Heirlooms stained with visions of a horrible war
Honor in the past is somethin I barely look for
I move towards a future of sorts
Archeological expedition of thought
Peeped the sword of great grandfather Salvatore
Granny get some green and flip it
Increase the digits
Recurring dream of was beheading Mussolini with it
[Hook]
We gon flip it whether the cards in favor or not
We gon flip it whether the cards in favor or not
We gon flip it whether the cards in favor or not
We gon flip it whether the cards in favor or not
We gon flip it whether the cards in favor or not
We gon flip it whether the cards in favor or not
We gon flip it whether the cards in favor or not, nigga
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3. |
Black Uyghur
01:25
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[Hook 1]
Mad peoples
Libations in live nations
I spit till mans equal
Life sacred so I chase it
I spit till mans equal
This is for mad peoples
[Verse 1]
The black and the uyghur will link up
The cracks in the steeple don’t shrink bruh
Attack record needles with grit dust
Your raps and ideas do not sync up
Whether it’s the plains or whether the weather’s simply plain
I communicate, fleshing through the pain
Break down the walls, home and abroad
Strapped cops clapping, they don’t hold for applause
Hold up DePaul, know all your flaws
Best come correct if you go for it all
Precision is the test when you protest it all
Decisions on our chest as we roam through the malls
Go choke on the...
[Hook 2]
Black Uyghur, black Uyghur
Gotta rep mad peoples
Black Uyghur
Gotta rep mad peoples
Black Uyghur, black Uyghur
Gotta rep mad peoples
Black Uyghur
[Verse 2]
When the crisis hit, everybody turn collectivist
Carry shotty with an extra clip
Parry oddly with an extra dip
Abuse enuff lyrics
Whos running it? Who run your shit
Choose what you get?
Ooh, enuff of this
Coup coming in
Dudes tucking sticks
Troops busting clips
News fund with clicks
Fools rushing in to jump your clique like true bungee shit
Colonial plunder jewel runner shit
The home finna suffer through much of this
Noose cuddle, lynch groups of the kids
Loot come with him
Loose up your ribs
Loot from indig’
Loot from indig’
Loot from indig’
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4. |
Live From The...
02:01
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[Verse 1]
Plant seeds for trees we’ll never sit under
Reap and sow
Man are out tucking three foot poles
Strapped with the pumpy, seizing thrones
Clash over fuckery, beef get roast
Activist Rut will eat you whole
Actively rusting, leak through clothes
Masters get dumped in the deepest holes
Seeping soles
[Hook]
Live from the shitty of brotherly loathe
Live from the culture-sapped cul de sac
Don't you know suburban's just as murderous as urban
Pricks say they deserved it, got me gurgling the bourbon
Live from the shitty of brotherly loathe
Live from the culture-sapped cul de sac
Don't you know suburban's just as murderous as urban
Pricks say they deserved it, got me gurgling the bourbon
[Verse 2]
DePaul is reporting live from hell
They moved like Virgil to find themselves
They was a top tier emcee
Now they spit twice as well
My younger’s in hunger and wild as hell
She’s under the sun, wants to shine through shell
Of course kid’s a corpse with dividing cells
Tortured as sport for the ICE intel
Land orcas will make you feel haunted
Protect your neck before they kneel on it
Does the boot have a stiletto heel on it?
Neoliberal still flaunt it
[Hook]
Live from the shitty of brotherly loathe
Live from the culture-sapped cul de sac
Don't you know suburban's just as murderous as urban
Pricks say they deserved it, got me gurgling the bourbon
Live from the shitty of brotherly loathe
Live from the culture-sapped cul de sac
Don't you know suburban's just as murderous as urban
Pricks say they deserved it, got me gurgling the bourbon
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5. |
upgrade
00:55
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The reverse hulk hogan, skinny giddy nigga
With a hint of bitter
Digging in the shpik and picking some minced mint up
Fermented ink tip dip in pig liver
Got an enby on your tail, finna skin a hide
But these rappers are *****, they don’t go outside
On your scent, fuckboy better hide
I could give a fuck if Atlas Shrugged
I cocked the hammer back and slid
The tiger crouched and the dragon hid
Ice on your wrist? I got ice picks, you going the Trotsky way
Vampire A&Rs bleed their own boys
To protect my homeboys
My piece (☮️) ain’t Tolstoy’s
Detractors keep they own toys
We one-upped James Charles, major upgrade
To the game like a patch and I’m taking up space
I could be an ugly motherfucker like the Predator
Still could take your man then scram in a rental car
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6. |
Level 6: Defragment
01:36
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Newsboy cap, fro puffed out, got me looking like Gil Scott-Heron
Woo boys as bros rush out, shot me looks cuz I'm real hot, starin
Deep fractions, we defragment the de-facto detractors
Punk
Punk, punk, punk, punk
Heels make me stand 6'8"
Made a beat in 6/8 and my jits ate
Fuck a Fuentes, I ain't here for shit takes
Lost Great-Pop Salvatore as a kid, pained
Working through some shit man
Heard I’m losing sis, dang
Working through some shit man
Hurt, the wounds legit man
Working through some shit man
Slurp kahlua crisp, mate
Heard I’m losing sis, dang
Burning through the mist, ayy
Burning through the mist, ayy
Burning through the mist, ayy
Burning through the-
Newsboy cap, fro puffed out, got me looking like Gil Scott-Heron
Woo boys as bros rush out, shot me looks cuz I'm real hot, starin
Deep fractions, we defragment the de-facto detractors
Punk
Punk, punk, punk, punk
Heels make me stand 6'8"
Made a beat in 6/8 and my jits ate
Fuck a Fuentes, I ain't here for shit takes
Lost Great-Pop Salvatore as a kid, pained
Working through some shit man
Heard I’m losing sis, dang
Working through some shit man
Hurt, the wounds legit man
Working through some shit man
Slurp kahlua crisp, mate
Heard I’m losing sis, dang
Burning through the mist, ayy
Burning through the mist, ayy
Burning through the mist, ayy
Burning through the-
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7. |
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Now's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction
Ready or not, here we come
Getting down on the one that we believe in
The West Seattle bridge falls, eternally
The writings on the wall, absurdity
Ready or not, here we come
Getting down on the one that we believe in
The pressure builds in the calls for clarity
Punishment with far more severity
And I'm just, waiting for mine
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8. |
Level 8: Dunce
01:22
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I said it before
But contextually I said it in war
Said it before
Set the yahourt
Said with the for-, for-, for-, force
Heels make me stand 6'8"
Made a beat in 6/8 and my jits ate
Fuck a Fuentes, I ain't here for shit takes
Lost Great-Pop Salvatore as a kid, pained
Working through some shit
Heard I’m losing sis
Working through some shit
Hurt, the wounds legit
Working through some shit
Slurp kahlua crisp
Heard I’m losing sis
Burning through the mist
Myriad of reasons why my mother doesn’t hear from me
American nationalism trafficked in conspiracy
I should've saved that for the rap round
Gaslighting a genetic trait that just passed down
What’s a brick body kid to the One Inch Punch?
What’s a brick body kid to the One Inch Punch?
What's a-, what's a-
What’s a brick body kid to the One Inch Punch?
Dunce
Done
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9. |
N3W LUMUMBA
02:06
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If you got a copy of mein kampf chances are you’re probably a bitch
If you got a copy of mein kampf chances are you’re probably a bitch
You gotta write a thinkpieces for every verse that I script
You gotta write a thinkpieces for every verse that I script
Glasses on and a racing stripe, I look like Patrice Lumumba
Pigs armed to the teeth, but I don’t speak to Pumba
But I don't, but I don't, but I don’t speak to Pumba
Pigs armed to the teeth, but I don’t speak to Pumba
Got knowledge to crack your kulfi with
Niggas getting dragged to school with this
Blacking out like an afrofuturist
Blacking out like an afrofuturist
Got knowledge to crack your kulfi with
Niggas getting dragged to school with this
Blacking out like an afrofuturist
Blacking out like an afrofuturist
Nigga yea yea, nigga yea yea
Nigga yea yea, nigga yea yea
Pigs armed to the teeth, but I don’t speak to Pumba
But I don't, but I don't, but I don’t speak to Pumba
But I don't, but I don't, but I don’t speak to Pumba
Pigs armed to the teeth, but I don’t speak to Pumba
But I don't, but I don't, but I don’t speak to Pumba
But I don't, but I don't, but I don’t speak to Pumba
But I don't, but I don't, but I don’t speak to Pumba
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10. |
barely (holding on)
01:58
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You gotta be fucking kidding me
Aiyyo, you gotta be fucking kidding me
C'mon, KMT
Aiyyo
Are you serious bro
Ahhhh
Ahh, come on, come on
[Verse 1]
Your honor you’re bugging, claims it’s drugs when he just on the spectrum
Got him effed up, the blood was mopped smudge
Oh the shit we do to get our guap up
Hitting licks for PlayDtations and loading 'em in the dodge truck
Bigots shooting mosques up
Bombing clinics, turning spots dust
That shit was not us
Right wing fear bait turns brain to hot mush
Right wing fear bait turns brain to hot mush
Historical white flight, they told the dogs mush
Be lucky if you cop crusts
Pray that my friends can watch us
Pray that his weapon’s not tucked
Pray that my friends can watch us
Pray that his weapon’s not tucked
Pray that his
Come on, come on
[Verse 2]
RIP Tony McDade, look what they do to trans men
Black capital a futile attempt
American libertarians just move us to a feudalist end
Reactionaries desperate for someone new to offend
And something new to defend
Secret society of one, maroon reclusion with pens
Use the truth to upend
US fascism’s at its core a movement of death
Black cloaked reaper seen in ether cruising with them
Who is this “them?”
Hate the conspiracy
Truth is more complicated and scary
Very
[Hook]
Holding on the brain is, barely
Holding on the brain is, barely
Holding on the brain is, barely
Holding on the brain is, barely
Holding on the brain is, barely
Holding on the brain is, barely
Holding on the brain is, barely
Holding on the brain is, barely
Holding on the brain is, barely
Holding on the brain is, barely
Holding on the brain is, barely
Holding on
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11. |
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[Verse]
Cast as lonely boys and ladies gripped in fear
Mass unholy void they placed us in as queers
Lash out all annoyed and they gon’ blade ya through the ear
Capital destroy us, can we make it to old years?
Trapped us in the ploy without no saving for healthcare
Transphobia deployed by norm to take us out, it’s weird
I’m asking for avoidance, for some safety, for the clear
Asking for my boys and gays and theybies to be near
Tax upon the droids that came to spray us from the rear
MACs for all my boisterous trans ladies with the heels
Blasting Ponyboy, nigga I’m raving through the tears
Smash to Ponyboy, nigga I’m raving through the tears
Blasting all the noise, trailblazers taken quick from here
Blasting Ponyboy, nigga I’m facing all my fears
Oh how raisins wither, dear
Maybe by the grace of god I’ve saved us up some years
[Chrous] (x16)
To the moon, keep flying flying flying
[Outro]
Defilin' their words on the curtain
Inspiring surgeons and wordsmiths
The inside of the pearl was perfect
Love power and liberation to all the fallen ockies
SOPHIE XEON
Big Tony McDade
Dominique Jackson living on and on and on and on
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12. |
Level 12: Final Trip
03:30
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[hook]
I stood my ground! All breath taken out of the room
Feel as if steel Princess breaking out of the loom
Your eyes’ frame rate changes when you’re 8th Street bound going vroom
Life’s a Wong Kar Wai film when you’re spacing out on the shrooms
[verse 1]
Last supper for the carnivores and voyeurs
Body spread across the table, table stretches the foyer
Rainbow dragon knife to hack through the roll
Fried seaweed off skewer pole
Prawns eaten whole
The block could welcome or throw hands over my thin blouse
Subaltern oppressors, some shit needs to be handled in house
Eagle eye stare yo ass down and turn yo kin mouse
Bird killer stone fed me, now I clean and skin grouse
[hook]
I stood my ground! All breath taken out of the room
Feel as if steel Princess breaking out of the loom
Your eyes’ frame rate changes when you’re 8th Street bound going vroom
Life’s a Wong Kar Wai film when you’re spacing out on the shrooms
[verse 2]
When I'm crying "Free The Roma" better peep game
My Somalis with arms open when they see pain
Catch me riding down to NOLA, imma see Maine
The team my pride like Villanova, take the lead maine
I can buy that we're all broken and we need mates
Can't deny that I was sulking back when she played
I be smiling cuz the hope bleeds through the weekdays
Balance pining like the cold breeze on the heat blaze
[hook]
I stood my ground! All breath taken out of the room
Feel as if steel Princess breaking out of the loom
Your eyes’ frame rate changes when you’re 8th Street bound going vroom
Life’s a Wong Kar Wai film when you’re spacing out on the shrooms
When you’re spacing out on the shrooms…
Life’s a Wong Kar Wai film when you’re spacing out on the shrooms
[Verse 3]
On the eve of Black August I think of Alika Ogorchukwu
Kids is trying their best, but the business class holding them .22’s
Madison part two, killa, you get what you pay for
White queers give me flowers that they robbed their exes’ graves for
The panther subdivision of Grimalkin cats
Who is they?
Not URA
The vanguard’s a horror film
I oughta spill
Let that info seep and simmer, hot tea
Plot preed
Cape for camps? Cap, not me
Stand up tragicomic, I don’t take a joke lying down
White poacher shot the lion down
He’s in the scope of a Kenyan sniper now
Black as lab rat, surgeons poking Ishtar’s womb
Epic hero in nest perching
Seven headed serpent laughs nervous
Seven headed serpent laughs nervous
Laughs nervous
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Savan DePaul // Ishtar Sr. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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