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Get the Clearasil
03:06
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Asbestos Nanoseconds
02:51
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Asbestos patches keep the phoenix nest crisp
Rise and shine with some blinding in the mix
Mercury climbs with thermometer sherpas
Guidance from the glass, no surviving, it’s a fact
The price of passage, use the help, plant a foreign flag
Saliva glassy on the beards of pictures, dormant tags
Please believe that there is more where that came from
Paint the stars with saint bernards, and some bay rum
I’m lacing darts with poison taken from frogs
Use my leaky etch a sketch knobs to trace the mirage
Seeking silence in surveillance, on occasions distraught
Nanoseconds of eternity, voracious and wrought
Consciousness inside of songs on occasion it’s lost
Wander with me for a moment, promenade with a boss
Constant rhythm in my body as the practice ensues
Life changing mysteries, imagine the news
Tragicomic, wearing tears as a badge of honor
I snatch the bomber with the shearling collar, earning dollars
The words acknowledged in a certain space we keep close
Just the world we made, retaining grace with each dose
Spin the verses laid, amazement as the speech goes
When the rage is not some lava, may I reach folks
Creeping slow as desired when the fire remains
Supercollider wiring inside of my brain
Liars claim the truth to leverage the moment fastest
Never hid the rose in glasses
My prescription is official with the lenses crafted
Staying focused pupil distance, quick to check the passage
When I’m maddest at myself is when I’m getting passive
I found the uncut and then I fed it facets
And when the drums strut is when my heart begins to race
A bit of fun stuff the blessed barge of frigid freight
the shooter misses, finding stomach sponge acidic bits
From beneath the table chaos in his bitterness
Dicky V looking for a way to pass the rock to Sisyphus
In this babylon ambivalence
A pittance given for the daily vittles
Bones that maybe made him brittle, dragons chasing missiles
Aimed at state officials
Serrated blades of nickel plated hatred trace the drivel
Launching from the giant cake awakened faces swivel
Spring loaded like it’s overserved, so perturbed
Chunks of poison icing clogging pores the posers pur
Bring tokens for the gestures of the jesters
Pestering the princes and the Prins of Devin Hesters
Blessed be the sieves, so persistent with the guesswork
Early riser second day, a lesser mage ingests words
Letterman’s embedded with some venom threaded efforts
Tip my fifty cents a cap to predecessors, yessir
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Oh yeah, this shit is smooth
Drop the beat in though
Yo, JON?DOE
Yo, what’s up Sankofa?
How you doing man?
Feeling like a skydiving rooster
Well alright then
You know, extremely cocky
Take a fall and then I’m climbing back, providing that
Attack of flyest fact
Why contract when I can expand the next plan
Buy a pass and get a ticket for the next explicit
Find the guest to list it
Yes I can
So Tresvant with the dance of death
Chances less than Manson bunnies romancing Hef
Go bananas, yes?
The quote of randomness supplier stance is cancerous
The candidate with a lethal weapon mind to brandish it
Getting signed maybe for the hearing impaired
Never practice passive antics when the theory is share
I’m merely aware, a myriad of theories, beware
Stepping through with that Jake and Jes Conspiracy flair
The main event lion share flying there in my own train
Put some wings upon it,I made it a plane
Nothing simple with the button that I’m seeking to smash
Silversmiths JON?DOE and Sankofa the batch
Nothing better than the melting of broflake
Drip drip drip dripping away
Nothing better than the melting of broflake
Drip drip drip dripping away
Drip drip drip dripping away
Drip drip drip dripping away
Drip drip drip dripping away
Drip drip drip dripping away
That’s a broflake
Fighter pilots use my brain when asked to target missiles
Couple fingers up your ass it hardly tickles
I'm on point- find me cutting glass with hardened nipples
Leave you speakin’ on the past like participles
The water parted ripples, then the breaching of the great white
The seal caught in his jaws ain't even have the time to take flight
I do wrong just to make right
If I open in your hometown know it's gonna be a late night
Known to desecrate mics and leave instrumentals sodomized
If you dream of beating Silversmiths, wake up and apologize
Y’all some shitty leftovers- cold burger, soggy fries
If you half steppin’ at reppin’, might as well lobotomize
This audience is brain dead already, is y'all ready?
Chocked with chutzpah, maxed with moxie, gall steady
Step off stage: face glisten, shirt soaked, balls sweaty
Runnin’ down your dreams, Tom’s what you call Petty
Nothing better than the melting of broflake
Drip drip drip dripping away
Nothing better than the melting of broflake
Drip drip drip dripping away
Drip drip drip dripping away
Drip drip drip dripping away
Drip drip drip dripping away
Drip drip drip dripping away
That’s a broflake
Oh man, you got your feelings hurt?
I’m so sorry, such a tough guy
Oh, I’m so sorry
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Howie Duzziman
02:42
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The most gracious host
Loquacious
Raise a toast so sacred
Took the mic and then he made it smoke
Crooked dice, shook them twice and made a vapor cone
On a scale of 1-10, he’s only rated dope
A hop, skip, and a jump with most afraid to go
The prose palatial, took the verbs and nouns and made a throne
A roast with basil for his supper, what a flavor Holmes
Lounging with his cape, roaming in the danger zone
Penning columns like an architect in ancient Rome
Sleep is the cousin, but nah man, it ain’t Jerome
Plate of scones for his breakfast, yes he ate alone
He rocks until the break of dawn and Dawn’ll break a bone
Keep the change handy for when he had to pay the phone
To make the right call at nightfall and slay a gnome
And make the mice bawl, tears appear with fatal prose
Steering clear of top bunks, man, he’s laying low
Maybe grab a shovel, dig a pit and make a home
He drops funk from mahogany, the laser glows
They call him Jimmy Boeheim, the way he stays in zones
Living in it, possibly the greatest major known
Five miles, five AM and then he’s shaving his dome
Rhyme style’s fly, ascend trend courageous and grown
Rather build than waste any time debating with clones
So many grind away, he plays in the sacredness known
The kid who found a playground and then made it his home
Self-sustaining, all occasions making statements of stone
Hell’s awaiting round the corner, smell the wages of bone
My equity is sweat I don’t parade in cologne
Keep that for the folks concerned with all the fragrances though
Nasal provolone
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Paul E. Walnuts
02:39
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Embrace it man, you’ve got to embrace it man
Buzz Aldrin of the snot Rocket, call me Raghib
Ismael cause I kick a wicked gale and I leave
I'm Not trying to pack tissues when I'm off on a run
So if my nose looks like a coke habit I'm done
So if you see the rings of white and are wondering why
I’m never spending money on a bag to fun to get high
Merely pondering some weaponry to punish the mic
In between the mileage that i'm catching running tonight
I appreciate the solitude and peace that it brings
I’m a tortoise staying humble in a region of kings
Far from speedy circle undisturbed, call me Archimedes
I used to smoke Aromatics never sparked a bidi
Hopefully my lungs and heart have made a return
To the ways before the smoke, I focus daily and learn
Every 300 miles I’ll be swapping my shoes
But I’m not shouting Sparta when I’m opting to move
Got to embrace it man
Got to embrace it man
What?
I push my old Prius not a new long whip
Spraying all the haters with a Goo Gone spritz
I've got a Rubik's cube, made it out of bouillon bits
So any time the style switches, know the dude's on hit
Got the flavor you could savor with some crouton crumbs
Man, your toast raps are stale so just move on son
I'm the X factor, multiplying, who wants some ?
The best rapper that you never heard, a smooth calm bum
Make em say uncle, the nuance spun
there's no limit to the wizardry envisioning fun
Make them flatline, Jane Fonda in the leg warmers
Left us for the latest, but soon they’ll beg for us
I'll probably ball bust, they call me Paul E Walnuts
You want to call up your friends but yo it's all love
Don't get your to underwear in a knot
Cause it sounds uncomfortable, a perilous plot
I can help you unwind when I'm sharing a thought
Frere a Jacques Cousteau demote the merit you got
I keep at it while the chiclet flavor raps are wearing off
The rhyme sharing boss mack stack triceratops
They call me Big Poppa Pump I'm flexing in the chain mail
Leave a message at the beep and keep a gray veil
Fiat driver with Scott Steiner and Rob Reiner
Can't forget the beard of Zeus, I call up Jon Geimer
Hello?
Yo, you there man?
You’ve got to embrace it man
You’ve got to embrace it man
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I’m playing telephone solo, watching where the words flow
Bumping newer tracks, who is that preparing for shows
Gonna dress the way I dress I’m never scared of a code
One granule at a time, I’ll make the burial slow
Do this for the, folks declaring there is the pro
and all the ones making promises, be wary of those
I trust actions over words so show me where is the trove
I drip dry all my shirts, taking care of the clothes
and kick rhymes so beserk sherpas ferry the froze
Don’t need a magic drink to grab and think I’m raring to go
Black Sheep got the club macks aware of the strobe
I spat speech that neat indeed the derelict tone
the dialect that I connect can wreck your area code
respect the student, but refuse to trust nefarious droves
I never knew of who would bump some dromedary in nose
Styles wobble miles, drunken Darius prose
Rowdy Roddy shades stop the mighty facade
Seeing through the mess a humanwreck on the job
Trying to sell me stuff like I have don’t have what I need
But I do, so I catch a bit of dap then I leave
no need for rap dregs here, I'm preparing to boast
Keep my gear baggy, past legs I’m barely exposed
Cargo shorts stay camo and I’m wearing them dope
Each pocket designated with the various loads
Got one for my phone, another for keys
Another one for the pen and notebook that I keep
Plus another for the pair of Bose that I rock
For when I’ve got downtime then I can write at the spot
Piping hot applying pressure with the rhymes that I got
Dual cassette the only time you’ll find my mind in a box
I do this for the love and not the pride or the props
Maneuver thus through the sludge with the might of an ox
Nasty at the Candy spot, prying the locks
Speak my piece and jet, yep, I might've forgot
who am I on this globe but the tiniest dot?
connected with my people we are climbing a lot
Rowdy Roddy shades stop the mighty facade
Seeing through the mess a humanwreck on the job
Trying to sell me stuff like I have don’t have what I need
But I do, so I catch a bit of dap then I leave
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KCF Dub feat. Vertigon
02:43
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So we’ve been discussing the possibility
And it only seemed like a natural fit
Kansas City plus Fort Wayne?
You’ve got to do that man
Follow along to the words of the versatile verses
The hollow belong with the birds and disturbed and it’s urgent
A merchant emerges with a can of WD40
Just in time to hear the beat deforming with three mormons
I see storms in my eyes when arriving to war binge
The record is warped, 34th consecutive corpse
Never no more
I left regret at the door, walked in ready for war
With a busted pair of dunks
The lawnmowers, go to the basement for laundry
Chilling at the top of the steps, walking bereft, so calmly
Memorized where the ribbon to turn the light on is
My youngest used to worry that that spot was haunted
But got braver with age
I’m laying awake thinking of all the things that I can’t change
Maybe I could make it better with a Band Aid, that brand name
Mandrake off of handshake, up at the Clambake
The can-date with a di in the middle of little China
Kerry Kittles kinda brittle with the riddle and your time’s up
K C F DUB
KOFA CITY FOOT WAYNE
Blaze beats next up
Soak them with the hook flame
K C F DUB
K C F DUB
Blaze beats next up
Blaze beats next up
KOFA CITY FOOT WAYNE
KOFA CITY FOOT WAYNE
Soak them with the hook flame
Soak them with the hook flame
K C F DUB
K C F DUB
KOFA CITY FOOT WAYNE
Vertigon:
Coming out of this dungeon and I’m a dragon slayer
Splitting his hairs ensnared
I've been encapsulated in it
And I’ve calculated from it
Indelible shit’s ain’t budging
Be blunt or be bluntly bludgeoned
Y’all had better beware if nothing more
Icon Igon set his eyes on the horizon’s floor
In a time before you had forged your corridors
They were taking chances enhancing the land forfeiture
It was an invasion for global colonization
Dragon Slave
Thought you had it made
In Kansas City if it isn’t raining they rain bullets on parades
And the stadium is imminent domain underway
If you don’t give up the land they gon’ take it anyway
With outstanding means like many feet on a sandy beach
My imagination’s Maybelline
It’s make up and make believe
From the air we breathe to an errant breeze and of everything that ever was and will ever be to infinity
Yo man, Bus, I’m glad you suggested this one dude
It was meant to happen
My Kofa City’s on Foot Wayne
My Kofa City’s on Foot Wayne
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10. |
Clean Plate Club
03:32
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The theory of a chaos agent reborn
You’re never going to never going to make it
Deformed actuality with three horns
You’re never never never never going to make it
A bleak storm on horizons broken, his eyes are smoking
You’re never never never never going to make it
Slide the token gesture inside of the mind so frozen
You’re never never never never going to make it
Apply the dosage and hope the symptoms dissipate
You’re never never never never going to make it
Ran past all the barricades to kiss the gate
You’re never never never never going to get it
I marinate inside a frame, stretch the canvas well
You’re never never never never going to get it
Hold the phantom pen, until my damn hands have swelled
You’re never never never never going to get it
No sense of future the present left them with new receipts
You’re never never never never going to get it
My paperwork is strewn with sheets, soothing Judas Priest
You’re never never never never going to get it
Lose the keys, trade it all for force to break the locks
You’re never never never never going to get it
Remain engaged with fatal thought, berated razor jaws
You’re never never never never going to get it
Ungrateful frost forgets the origins it soon had left
You’re never never never never going to get it
Consumed with death, a coldness creeping through inhuman flesh
You’re never never never never going to get it
Brand collabs taking stabs at cultures, new Koresh
You’re never never never never going to get it
Shoot the messenger to stardom archers choose a Fletch
You’re never never never never going to get it
Unloose the pest until it reigns supreme, contagion schemes
You’re never never never never going to get it
Climbing just a little higher, justify the meme
You’re never never never never going to get it
The ends that clutch us nightly deep
A wraith arrives in sleep, with teeth and knives that gleam
Cyanide esteem
Inside the ring with four corners, 44 mourners
never
Wailing at the wall with letters to the dead and gone
Push pins the exclamation points, a shredded psalm
Let’s get it on and never find a way to take the loss
I’ve seen graves old enough they may be made of moss
Sweating hard within the wheel to lubricate the loss
Emissaries with a graceful coat, encased in gloss
Another zealot waiting for their pellet, praise the cost
Run the routes with numbing mouths pronounce the maze of gods
Placing lazy odds
And blaming gods
You’re never never never never going to get it
Never going to get it
Never never never going to get it
Never never never going to get it
Never never never going to get it
Never never never going to get it
So just walk away
So just, so just walk away
Step by step by step by
Step by step by step
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Sankofa Fort Wayne
My rhymes kick in like a turbobooster.
Fort Wayne.
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