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Akuras
03:14
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Ningyo
04:43
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Youthstar :
What the rass, i feel to throw a brick through stained glass of a church building from past in an anachy mask
ill smack ya harder than i masterbate star
And break my muthafuckin fingers on your skull i need a plaster cast
I run a master class thats after dark
For narsasitic lil cunts that need an ego boost fast dont take this shit to heart im rabbling blabbering just for laughs but
Dont undermind the youthstar though ill leave ya fucking face glassed
Ill tare this track apart and piss on it
Diss on it then spit on it
Yes im an arragent prick and loving it
WHAT
I casual cunt on sundays in the church
While the prest is chatting bible crap standing on his bird perch
The fuckin perv jurk grooming alterboys to flirt probably say ITS IN THE NAAAAME OF THE LOOORD and then squrt
no time for jokers though i roll flows like a one man show alone so why the fuck wont people throw me a bone biiitch!
FP :
Hold it.
Scold the whole crew
This flow was overdue like an old, cold bowl of soup - true, no excuse
Oops! Golden rule - no shoes at the pool
Open toes only, homies, totally uncool
It gets lonely at the noble, local vocal school
Hold it down solely, and slowly choking fools
Holy moly! Baloney how i'm smoking dudes
Overly intoxicated, walk away but hold the mule
Place an order for some smokables, toke and pull
Casually handle stolen jewels, no drool
Only on the microphoney totally old school
Yodels these tunes on a broken stool over brew
True, you probably think I'm joking you
But it's origami, I unfold the truth
Did your mommy say don't poke a bull?
This vocal umami overloads the palette
Queue explosive stool
Green T :
Suspension of time scent of pine, slumber lingers
Taste of cunnilingus and a numbness in the fingers
Scarlet clove of garlic and a fat thumb of ginger
Microphone to Green what gun is to slinger
Pragmatist within’ll use incumbents as a ringer
Bringing dinner service slice the spring onion like a ninja
Turtle. Militant proponent of the nerd shit – Urcle
Script style borderline perfect circle
Cypher like the Phifer used to dominate
Latest premature induction to the hall of fame
Burning ball of flame that beckoned Icarus, the second most
Common cause of death after mic up in your mid-section
Correction – third most common as the
First in fact is hubris, crusing in a Buick jeep
Morphed into cubic feet, robbed him of his car key
Folded back reality, enough of this malarkey
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The Life Of Puyi
04:57
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Space Dutty Invaders
04:32
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standing on the edge of the universe,
I took a first glance back at planet earth
a snapshot in the middle of a slow starburst
an infinitesimal dot on a decimal
a speck of dust in a box nine-dimensional
beneath a heavy blue filter
polytope spinning and the center off kilter
the nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon in me
resonated with the vibe what happened to me
a kid prolific with nightmares vivid
i would wake up with my body still asleep in a deep state
staring at the ceiling I was him
I was more keen to the hum than a hymn
I was a voyager aiming at the outer rim
if we’re expanding what space are we in?
and if there’s a limit to that what then
my friends don't know the answer nor do my parents just pretend
that everything is normal when we don't know anything
everyday is busy and we won't go questioning
where the hell and why the hell we here my fears were
heavy on my mind almost brought to tears
fascinated by my own imagination
interference pigments, color calibration
you can call it self-awareness perhaps
but I remember being so alone in the house
to my dismay the feeling never really went away
and nowadays it still finds its way
swimming on the edge of the universe,
I took a second glance back at planet earth
a snapshot in the middle of a slow starburst
my sphere of knowledge, couldn't wait to explode
despite the fact I wanted to grow up so badly
how small i was, was all i was
explore on my own like a ball of fuzz
on a carpet that resembled a jungle
get lost in the wilderness humbled
and it hasn't changed with a few dozen laps around the sun
if anything I’m thinking how many more till I’m done
but I digress, when I’m off topic auto-pilot
it’s fresh how it rights itself
like how a song writes itself on a record in a vault from the future is now
and I’m sitting here as a weird testament
that fate is a guess at best an estimate
so when I traverse in this body suit
I decided to pursue my only truth
flying on the edge of the universe,
I took a final glance back at planet earth
a snapshot in the middle of a slow starburst
flying on the edge of the universe,
I took a final glance back at planet earth
a snapshot in the middle of a slow starburst
an infinitesimal dot on a decimal
a speck of dust in a box nine-dimensional
beneath a heavy blue filter
polytope spinning and the center off kilter
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Yubaba Bridge
03:47
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Ramen Western
04:17
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Lucy
05:01
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Beat is ticklish
Fingertips ridiculous
On tour
getn this
On board so figure this
Before the mix
Or the d-jay twisting it
It's real life we living it
We drink it up
Spit it up
all day
Living it up
Stand up
Giving it up
Fall down
Picking it up
Earn money
And kick it up
Real life
Pull heat don't play
Dodge your bullets
Like olay
It's no way no how
Mad face no smiles
Banging highway
I smash and flow miles
All out Balls out
High wthe breaks blow out
Body bag my toe out
That's life
no doubt
Smoke em if you got em.
First pack em
I hit the both like
Superman one take action
Slate check the gate
Subtitle and caption
One mans more than your
Waring faction
Beat is ticklish
Fingertips ridiculous
On tour
getn this
On board so figure this
Before the mix
Or the d-jay twisting it
It's real life we living it
Slay mcs My pleasure
Hiphops the map
Believe that I'm the treasure
They flock like birds of a feather
When I'm good I'm good
When I'm bad im better
The mics king
Married to this things
like correta scot
Bringing the haves
To the haves nots
I'm hot I'm not painting
By the numbers
Try to sleep on me
You will see no slumber
I'm driven by the hunger
And the simple fact that
We getting no younger
Code name
Middle age boy wonder
I do the Dam thing
Fail winter spring summer
All year around
Underground
My sound Pounds
Where we lost is
Where we found
If real skills Is royalty
We ready be crowned
Anytime
Anywhere
Anyone
We down
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YOSHI :
Wahouuu c'est la rentrée j'me suis fait tout beau
J'vais retrouver mes copains en rencontrer des nouveaux
L'année scolaire débute et j'suis
Paré pour ce jeu de dupe voir sous les jupes des filles
Ferdinand Buisson, puis Pablo Picasso
J'suis l'cassoss qui nique les photos fait rire les potos
J'suis un sacré bagarreur crois moi qu'c'est vrai
Si tu m'crois pas hé, tarta gueule à la récré
Plus les années passent et plus je deviens très con
Le bureau du CPE devient ma 2e maison
Et dire qu'avant de devenir consommateur de drogue
J'étais le chapardeur de billes le retourneur de Pogs
Le globe terrestre était tout c'qui m'faisait rêver
J'voulais pas faire des lettres de motiv ni taper des CV
Taffer c'est naze pourquoi voulais tu que j'étudie papy
Moi j'voulais être rappeur donc c'est bon j'ai réussi ma vie
GAÏDEN :
Batiment B
J'me sent baillonné
Sale close et capitonnée
Loin des zones pavillonées
Chemises amidonnées
Cet homme est ravi d'donner
Son cours débile au milieu
D'une equipe de cas isolés
Le prof d'eps veut nous faire faire du badminton
J'ai dit Monde de merde comme abidbol
Bloqué dans une salle de perm en guise de camisolle
Gars j'ai Manger plus de colle que ralph wigom
Vu comment j'm'en tape du bac je risque pas d'm'en faire
J'ai séché toute l'année comme un bon parlementaire
J'ai trouvé le ticket d'or plus aucun but secondaire
J'fais c'que j'veux j'arrive a faire la signature de mon pere
Le conseiller d'orientation a bien perdu son temmmmmmps
J'ai pas envie d'une formation j'veux etre chomeur quand j'serais grannnnnd
SAD VICIOUS :
CHEEKO :
Je suis ce gars relax près du radiateur
J'attends tranquillement mon heure sonne
Les cours ça me passe au dessus comme un aviateur
Je compte sur moi même, je calcule personne
Feinte à la Iverson, j'ai fais le mort, j'ai fait le mur
Dans le système je me sentais brisé comme un fémur
Ah mec le lycée c'était Fort Boyard fallait que je sorte de là
Je voulais faire plus de chiffres que mon prof de maths
Je garde la tête froide comme un inuit
Devant ceux qui disent "j'ai pas révisé" mais font dix huit
Nan vraiment ça m'a cassé les couilles
Un jour on encaissait les coups et le lendemain on sechait les cours
Pour aller fumer de l'herbe bêtement
"Mais nan maman c'est potes" quand elle renifle tes vêtements
Une saleté de rappeur blanc voilà ce que j'suis devenu
Sur cette photo de classe, j'aurais du poser nu!
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14. |
T'en Va Pas
03:53
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Senbeï Paris, France
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