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Learn to Curse
02:36
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Now I don't make the effort that will ever make me famous
Don't make the music that could move me up the ladder
I'd be better bout being broke if better than the basics
But only seem to bitch about the shit that doesn't matter
Like every single summer when I'm waiting for the winter
And every winter when I'm waiting to be happy
I could hardly handle heat, even down to a simmer
Still in the mix with the only motherfucker clapping
Backing up, I'm cracking up, you think you slacking but
I'm late every day purposely suck at shit like Dracula
Catastrophic madness when I circumvent the capitol
Even Slack when I rap, I make up crap like Agatha
Christen this with piss and vinegar, Eating dinner first
Winning hurts as much as losing so I'm splitting bills with her
Damn baby, what you giving such a fuck about?
Am I crazy or are you playing the runaround
Who you calling lazy? A self proclaiming fuck around
Ducking down to pop up and take shots at the fucking crowd
Cocky sloppy they respond with cop a hobby
Now my hobby turned to passion turned to raps that you ain't stopping
To sloppily gobbling up your gobbledegook
Vomited laughter in the chapter of your novelty hooks
Ayo your taste in music's stupid like a comedy book
In a scrapper hand to hand ya man will probably book
Re-attach my pants with the hand that he probably shook
I ain't salty, I hope y'all fucking happy and choke
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Repeat Until Completed
02:32
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[verse 1 - Bon Mot]
Used to rap and let my insecurities show
Mysterious lyrics you had to google to know
It's the resilientest spirit nearly void of materialism
Noisily steering his whip into multiple poles
Nobody look the Wookiee like your boy does
All I do is sleep, slurp the purgatory poison
Hurt and boisterous, wins by coin flip
Spends his afternoon smoking on the toilet
Nobody look the Wookiee like your man does
Repeat until completed gonna be y'all new mantra
Seeing me defeated? Think you need a new camera
Stand tough and I don't even put my hands up
I need a drink something fucking dreadful
Three deep, could pee a whole fucking bed full
Compete with me need to sink to my level
So meet me three feet above the devil
[verse 2 - KS Joel]
Hair disheveled, hands in pockets ready to rock it
Big letters on red metal octagons couldn't stop it
Even with a skeleton key you couldn't unlock it
Whipped cream & cherries couldn't top it
On topic, or off it, shit talking
High like a rocket in the office
Sipping scotch with your bosses
The kid flosses, like once every 3 months
And spits the gingivitis with his tongue in his cheeck, cousin
One of these MCs is not like the others,
By one I mean these three brothers, we recover
From circumstances unforeseen
Back together and partying like it's 2014
Here we come for your team whether you ready or not
Haunting your dreams make you wet the bedding a lot
We impatiently await the day the penny is dropped
To celebrate with confetti and pop when y'all stop sleeping
[verse 3 - Bon Mot]
Running with a bunch of mother fuckers on a soapbox
Ask if we're done, simultaneously hope not
Don't stop nodding just 'cause Mot got the drop on ya
I'm high as fuck, space, planes, and helicopters bruh
Chock full of bad stories and whisky
Even if I met your standards you'd still miss me
You ain't coming out to shit except your parents, kid
Like "mom, dad, I'm an embarrassment"
Rabid bitch, y'all been snarling. I'm the muzzle tight around your jowls I'm a puzzle and y'all too broke to even buy vowels
Your girl been looking like she tryna yank my mic out...
Plus she only fuck you with the lights out
Right now I'm all up in your crib like where your fridge at
Getting bigger till y'all wonder how he did that
Ask who, what, when, where, how when all he ever did was sip gin and grow his hair out
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3. |
Dunce Cap
02:51
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[verse 1 - TBone] (+ Bon Mot)
It's TBone (and Bon Mot)
Beats booming (bombs dropped)
Speak fluent (non-stop)
Teach truth upon blocks (of stone)
With poems, that build from the ground up
Found the lost tossed aside now it's time to round up
Form up - swarm stuff, aligned in formation
Ask us to repeat if you don't get the information
I'll admit we kept you waiting, we're moving on a planned route
Scanning to expand out, jamming, demand sprouts
Hands out, we'll give you some free shit
The knowledge is available you just must seek it
Take out wack selections whenever I see fit
Equip my beat with a sweet kick and heat spit
212 degrees farenheit
All we need is speakers and a pair of mics
On point, sharper than a pairing knife
Barking all the jargon spitting shit that makes you very hype
[verse 2 - Bon Mot]
Spitting quick to get shit like a nun's wrath
It ain't tight I just like it when my gums flap
Pull back, hipster swag the dunce cap
Tongue lash, don't need a dick to make you cunts clap
Dumb cats run trap because it's frontin
I'll talk about anything from everything to nothing
Stack scratch without a lab above my oven
If they dropping shit, I'm spitting draino through the plumbing
Your foundation is complacency in music
Take your propaganda and replace it with my bullshit
The difference is I'm spitting from a pulpit
Bon Mot is holier than thou like a prude is
When I put out, I know it's rushed
You say oh that's nice, that's real polite, your cheeks are flushed
You say it's the drinks but I ain't ever seen your cup
So I swallow up the Dutch and throttle bottles like a clutch
Then wonder why it is I always seem to do that
Walking home I bum a half a pack like a hood rat
Spend nights working on a version of a new track,
Wishing I was better at the only thing I'm good at
With perfection comes practice
Wackness is determined by how dope you're acting
Need confessions like I need lessons on hat tricks
I figure by my third work I'll prolly be bat shit
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4. |
Jaded
04:16
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[verse 1 - Bon Mot]
Dirty pants, ball cap, and a work tee
They want me to dance but I think I think it hurts the
Image I'm presenting: squinted vision, sipping gin when he ain't thirsty Like that and taxes are a sure thing
Nurse, please pass the anti venom if they feisty
Hoping i won't notice but I think I think they like me
19 months of a little cyphering, notice changes in his writing I mean
I might be the best thing since sliced meat
Don't mean if you got bread you can bite me
Hyping myself youll never find me
9 times rhyming solid times three
Rest by myself but the rest come to sight see
Rest for the wicked, death to the hype beast
Lease on life like landlords tryna find me
Problem's Bon Mot's not recycling
So original and lyrically spiritual,
Reality cynical, had a habit of miracles
But magic ain't real, add a dash of tyrannical
Sashé in back brace I'm rapping fat like my mirror show
My shit cracked like the rock copped
Stoned like a top notch Brock squad
Break it down to pieces - chop shop
Break it down like "holler if you cop, Mot"
Cop knock shock, couch lock, blah! Blah!
You ain't fucking with an amateur
It's the reputation damager
I could be the janitor,
Day 10 make best friends with your manager
World on his shoulders got 'em hunching when he stand
I ain't nothing but the motherfucking man
[verse 2 - KS Joel]
Dirty shorts, flip flops and a V-neck
Baby face, they thinking I came straight outta recess
'Til I step to the stage with the game
That would make your little cousin want to quit and hit the reset
Button up big boy, no funny business
Silly name, but it's something serious
Like a heart attack, run it back, still can't fuck with em
Big talk but it's all Peace, Love, Rhythm
[verse 3 - TBone]
No saved game, same shit, day changed
No fame, no shame, maintain
Break chains wrapped by authority
Vacate path of the majority
Rap from quarantine, crew on lockdown
Sound penetrates thru the compound
Break bread, stay fed, stomp ground
We're never gonna calm down
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INT
01:05
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6. |
Eat Worms
02:08
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Complacent with the people y'all would call friends
Been saying maybe we should just replace him
He's wasted, he tastes it, it's all in
Chips stacked apt description is abrasive
Second place to so sick he should call in
Bendy straws just to mix it up with hating
Touch of abrupt, a dash of crass under your crawling skins
Don't forget to sprinkle in loneliness to taste
Put it on a plate, opinionated as a garnish
Eat it like a dump truck, one up all your hardships
Barge into places he ain't ever been invited
Stop hoping nothing's broken he's a bull in a China shop
If he breaks it you'll replace it, hate him, he ain't even tryna stop
I will not awaken, shake me 80 times
Unwanted rhyming made me lazy and I'm hazy from the wine
Blacking out mid rap about me blacking out all of the time
In fact it's happening now here on your couch the actions live
No need to doubt him he's a pretty honest guy
Waiting on the day we could put all the days behind
A slave Monday thru Monday
Got responsibilities but young pay
Swap job skills for the blunt
Least it means I give one fuck hold up, wait
Waiter never came to the window for his one plate
Remake, don't trip, no tip (gee thanks)
(He stanks) like some mother fucking dope shit
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7. |
King Slack
03:01
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If life's a game I guess I'm waiting till my turns up
Fill a bed with sweat, bet I rip my shirt up
The internets a thing that everybody's heard of
It still takes me 8 weeks just to get a verse done
Props to writers block for making this the worst one
Since the first verse I realized I could curse
Fuck you and all the stupid shit you're riding in on
Rhyming like a dry cunt is why you're getting spit on
Rapping like wackness is fact is why you're getting spit at
Why in nine years you'll hear me bitten on like ship rats
You Egyptians build empires but lack syntax
Got images instead of words, all I heard was big ass
Big stacks and tall grass, check the kids stats
Quarter in a blunt, I'll kill that in three snaps
Everything I borrow, you'll never see back
Even if I say you will, I sincerely mean that
Easily influenced, King Slack
Cleans up dapper, rather wallow in the weed patch
See me lean back, glean snacks off g bags
I keep it low carb: hard liquor and some seed packs
"Eat, spit, be happy" we relax
Waste time facing rewinds like relapse
Straight in caves, way too brave to chase the dragon
If these rooms walls had ears, all they'd hear was bragging
Weeks past a year loses fear hates the wagon
Doesn't mean much he has such established habits
Ducking class, convincing all you fucks he's good at rapping
Slacking on all action to keep laughing, backpacking
Kayak brains who step to me, claim they're fucking captains
What's happened is the shoe slipped, loose lips ain't half it
Get sunk down, clown shaped cookie cutter couch cutouts
A stout hero with doubts hears shouts, he rolls but grabs the dugout
Just to maintain, the game remains until he runs out
Of things to say complain about, so his days stay strung out
Into weeks you try to speak to him he sticks his tongue out
Scammers need to learn some manners damnit spit your gum out
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8. |
Sheedle
02:33
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Took a few years to be profi(phe)tless
Now I'm way too smart to be confident
Too plain to gain a name or a flock from this
Claim brains way too often to be stopping yet
You say we ain't the same, I'm saying the opposite
On the stage is where I'll stay until I call it quits
Talking trash like "run it back,"
Heads is what I'm lopping at
You prolly stack, towers of bullshit
I'm finna topple that
You built it years ago, an image of your hero, though
Somewhere along the road you traded it in for dinero so
The mirror broke, the smashed glass ain't here, I hope
You traded it in for some cash or ass or pounds of louder smoke Shouting "now get louder" at a crowd who shouting "nope"
When I get up there they'll reach for air like they some drowning folks Poking holes in all the plastic rap they're smothered in
Half the battle's over once you're stuttering
Other kids are running back to me for packs of blasphemy
Pleading please relieve us of these diseases we've contracted happily Matter of fact, wack don't happen naturally
Happens when you got the kinda stats the fattest cats could see
Then they see you got a dream you want as bad as me
But with their means they could take it, make it a reality
Put you in a gallery they built with my taxes
Yeah you got images, but you ain't photograph shit
I only do this out of habit
Get a little drunk, bump the needle like an addict
Find a new rhythm in the skips, try to stab it
The big hairy bastards flipping harder than a backflip
Take a step back so you can grasp it
Realize I only rap cause I can't match pitch
Only two things I'm proud of and that's a fact, kid
One of them's my dog, the other hasn't happened
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