Intro
N.C.
I am a man who uses the techniques of a bat to navigate...
[Verse]
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Can’t motherfuck a motherfucker
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From the underfunded Klutz who never undercut the butcher
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The pick-a-booger-at-your-wake is bumping "I'm your pusher"
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Also at your wake, Juvenile Intruders at the gate
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Brooding over waking history that bubbles
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From the blinking 12s of VCRs and Microwaves
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Like time machines for shrinking elders, rifling through their recipe
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Carrots, onions, celery, what unique amalgam
Of piss and repugnant energy
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Spun him out of the 70s, to b-line for dessert?
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Fire-eater trying to keep it on the green side of the dirt
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This is tea-time with the worst
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Geriatrics on the decline of berserk
Back in my day we were three times more alert
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Now I go through my old clothing
Trying to find nostalgic threads to sell
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Walk away feeling like I should have never dressed myself
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Sincerely I was never on the cutting edge, my hand was on the hilt
You’re free to build with the other end
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Shriek into the vacuum if in spite of your accomplishments
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You wake up feeling empty like Houdini’s grave probably is
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Volley with the quintessential digital anger, I'm offended by everything
My opinions come in a manger, oh boy
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Depreciating since they drove me off the lot
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Still into ghost stories and pot and the classic coconut bra
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Procedural crime drama shows with holes in the plot
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And reminding clones there’s more to coping
Than a nose full of snot
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Ah, old pros throw 'bows to the 808
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You couldn't throw a rope over a baby gate
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Bishop to queen 4 in "Damn Daniel"s under ram skulls
Plan for cloudy with a chance of anvils
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Fever dreams of padded cells and jagged pills in frozen pipes
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Socialites from pageant hell with plastic smiles and robot eyes
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I’m hoping you all grow into the sentience you assume
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As your moment of self-reflection is a moment for me too
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Look, with the steel chair, sure to serve the veal rare
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Brush up your evasion and basic tactical field care
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I was on that constant futile rage before the internet
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I been ignored for longer than you’ve been interested
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The posse promise you nobody feels threatened by a scarecrow covered in crows who feel welcomed
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That’s like hellions thinking hell is just ok but needs some polish
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It helps to know intimidation’s all about the optics
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Come duck a bounty, it's a hoot, Suffolk County it's a zoo
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Puppy chow and bitches brew, it's not exactly chicken soup
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It’s heavy-lifters lifting, it’s ginseng on his whistling
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It’s we don’t find the flippancy convincing, 2 for flinching
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Older yeller, never knew a no-kill shelter in his doggie days
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Now I draw my neighbors over Kouign-amanns and coffee stains
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G# walled and whirling urchin, more observant than audacious
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I document the great unwashed and curse in Lithuanian
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For a gallery of grifters channeling Sid’s action figures grafted
With his little sister’s after markers glue and scissors
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It’s trippy, the truth and fiction moving to a center
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Maybe it’s weirder they’ve never been photographed together
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Sometimes the stomach disappears from under a retreating lens
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And patterns of a need to please abusive folk reveal themselves
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I’m peeling back the layers, I’m sneaking past the lasers
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I’m a lover, I’m a fighter, I’m a seed to blackened acres
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The dogs I think are following me home are out to kill me
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Your music makes a motherfucker wanna move to Elm Street
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Rejection of the spirit by the body at your service, if you mess-up every friendship come get swept up in
the current
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Here, wheels fall off of cars when they see him
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Seas part, green trees march out of Eden
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I'm known to eat the heart and keep the archery uneven
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Are you starting to be part of the kinesis?
[Outro]
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Got me on some other shit
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Got me on some other shit
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Got me on some other shit
- 1. Chord Gitar Aesop Rock - Klutz Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar C#)
- 2. Ganti Chord Gitar Aesop Rock - Klutz Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar C#)
- 3. Author Lagu Andra Ramadhan