27 club

two four zero

inhale, exhale, never-ending paper trail / brontosaurus fossil smell / tender like a pasta shell / things i don't remember well / give em hell or give em shit / gotta quit talkin to myself when i'm riding in the switzerland, diggin in, bendin on these michelins / hit em with the 88 / tell em where the bitch has been / outer space is the place / fifth wheel, fifth base / livin life is a waste / roll the dice, get the shakes / uh / my two four zero made of steel, no rust / i'm a folk hero in the ville, sloe crush / never been one to trust that much / ulcer in the gut of drunk sluts / motherfuck my dust / blowin up or bust / crushin bugs in the clutch / i'd be braggin if i said i wasn't saggin with my backpack ridin in my dad's station wagon / i was two years old when my brother was seven in life / but now it's nothin but stress, overwhelmed by numbers and obsessed with death and life / now i'm just waitin in line, been runnin twenty seven years but runnin out of time / backtrack, heart attack, collect all the artifacts / talk a lot but you don't know / rocko's modern funeral / hit em with the chilly o / rippin off the cuticle / easy come, easy go, philly eagles billfold / uh / i slammed my book shut and ditched class / still not convinced i exist in the past / on my third to sixth last ditch / try and scratch that itch / when the matchstick hits / see me swervin in the stainless, brainless, transmission bangin / hopin that the belts don't slip when it's rainin / keep a candle lit while the vo hydroplanin / i don't give a shit, misheard what i'm sayin / got a bad taste in my throat, can't erase it / just like all the songs i never wrote, i embrace it / culpable in grease, kill the backseat minister / multiples of three, start addin up the integers in life / but now i'm tracin the lines and findin wisdom plus perfection equals nine, mothafucka, in life / so when my birth is televised, got gil scott spinnin just a legend in his own mind / and i / and i / hit em with the.

Lost in the snow

welcome to the other side of the drift, homie / i'm certified as a one-trick-pony / you know it's OG kush, me and my empire blowing / yeah, welcome to the other side of the drift / i'm versatile for a one-trick-pony / you know it's OG, me and my empire / we inspire tribes to assemble, just like Avengers, reachin out to shield ya from the embers / you are now listening to the inventors / send your world crashin all around you like cymbals, yeah / so if you get lost out in the snow, you know i got a light you can follow / just hitch a ride on the groo-oo-ooves, each rotation per minute fits my mood / and i been livin just to kill myself / with too much to think about, might as well / might as well bundle up and get lost, tell me how to get lost / yeah, december mornin i'm a zombie / cold with a coffee, fresh and slick, lodi dodi / read my bio, crossed out the naughty cuz i'm too nice / see my lines float with figure skaters on ice / feel like shredder with no krang, a hollywood starlet with no cocaine / million-dollar facelifts, blood diamond bracelets, and the bitch was totally wasted / i'm gonna need a barf bag, i'm so sick / fightin off the crowd with hoses and a whip / force your eardrums open with audio explosions, quarantine the drones caught posin / yeah, heart beats deeper than speakers at a party / put a VCR up on the carseat, we're takin it back / like sweat from a glass on a napkin, the impression's everlasting / guess what happens when your map gets burnt by the flame / that's why the population prays / that's why the world is really all just a stage / that's why we pay a lot for a rock, a plot and a grave, to my own death a slave / to the cops, my desk or obligation / to the clock, the rest just an honest flirtation / i been pacin since day one came / and i been racin to the other side of the page, i been sayin / if you get lost out in the snow, you know i got a light you can follow / just hitch a ride on the groo-oo-ooves, each rotation per minute fits my mood / and i been livin just to kill myself / with too much to think about, might as well / might as well bundle up and get lost, tell me how to get lost / yeah, welcome to the other side of the other half of the other mind, some other time and place / my main form of entertainment, whatever fits my strange imagination / drunk like a baby, movin like claymation / hit a blunt and send me up into a space station / doctor said i need a permanent vacation or to save my money up but i don't have the patience for waiting, ugh / again i watch the same old stories unfold, see bullshit spill and hit the load tenfold / we out here livin just to get a check / with all respect, i was just doin as told / so my metaphysical is real in a literal sense because the stuff i can touch doesn't feel as real as it is / this introspection is just a flash in the pan, and you know it's only part of my dastardly plan, yeah / welcome to the other side of the drift, homie / i'm versatile for a one-trick-pony / you know it's OG, me and my empire / we inspire tribes to assemble, just like Avengers, reachin out to shield ya from the embers / you are now listening to the inventors / send your world crashin all around you like cymbals, yeah / so if you get lost out in the snow, you know i got a light you can follow / just hitch a ride on the groo-oo-ooves, each rotation per minute fits my mood / and i been livin just to kill myself / with too much to think about, might as well / might as well bundle up and get lost, tell me how to get lost.

iceberg

snap back, where your idols at, who gets the last laugh / snap back, where your idols at / i don't believe in the afterlife or afterthought, in aftershave, Asimov or astronauts / the past revolves around a passage lost / scholars hellbent passin it off / i don't believe in peace or believe in war / in karma, coincidence or settling scores / the point is there isn't one, stay till the mission's done and leave em bloodied in your wake / everything it takes is everything and yet nothing at all / thickening tides comprise the icy minds that grind the cypher to a halt / the perfect loop is always off by an inch / the hardest part is balancin my use of drugs versus vitamins / i don't believe in my defense or in providence or what they story meant / then again i've been told i'm contrary and compulsive / but i don't believe in rhetoric, soapbox, pulpits, agreement, treasons, seasons, poems / my hope is the same as a ghost's is: disregard death and keep searchin for the pulses, slave away to stave away the vultures / i don't believe in anything except the sun and the ground i walk upon / i'm elevated on a knife's edge when left to my devices / see how much i give a fuck, your face will be priceless / write this on your social media and see who keeps repeating us / the company's deceiving us / yeah, that's just the tip of the iceberg, the width of the spectrum ain't touched by pied pipers / liars, now where your idols at / who gets the last laugh, find a kosmos in a leaf of grass / i don't believe in the math or freedom, greed or maps / matter fact when i stash cash, anticipate receipts from the crash / put an X on my eyelids, breathin my last / with a line around the block, lickin their chops to see a 12-year-old kid get dropped by the cops / i will race to the end, get paid when i win, not waste my time and always space out with friends / when the ceiling's fallin in and i feel it all begin to take its toll and crawl up under my skin / i don't believe in medicine or indifference or i missed my bus or i give a shit about symbolism, allegory, metaphor and syllogism, solipsism, justice systems, private prisons, i don't listen to anyone or anything anymore / diggin through the forest is just diggin where i've been before / shit you can't possibly know / stand taller than Manut Bol / fuck a tax loophole / truth told i'm not lackin a handful / droppin off wisdom like an Acme anvil / stand still and get lost in the wake when you can't give what you can't take / i don't believe in anything except the sun and the ground i walk upon / i'm elevated on a knife's edge when left to my devices / see how much i give a fuck, your face will be priceless / write this on your social media and see who keeps repeating us / the company's deceiving us / yeah, that's just the tip of the iceberg, the width of the spectrum ain't touched by pied pipers / liars, 9-to-5ers, 25-to-lifers, lock the doors and light a fuckin fire / my fate is the second level only, lonely and groaning at these politicians cloning / my fate is the second level only, lonely and groaning at these politicians cloning / my fate is the second level only, lonely and groaning at the / snap back, where your idols at, who gets the last laugh / snap back, where your motherfuckin idols at.

sidewalk ends

they told the kid his plan don't roll over / sloth on his ribs, hat game bowler / paranoid like Scully and Mulder / paired a bloody mary with a colorado bolder / count clams till i cook clam chowder / smoke Kendrick till i hit hiii power / bump beats, brush my teeth in the shower / but weed and liquor made my toothpaste sour / i'm seein ghosts out the corner of my vision from concussions and close brushes with the system / what they eat don't make me shit so i'm fine turnin a blind eye to the abyss / my genius lies in bein indecisive / caught in perpetual identity crisis / on my second course when you startin on your first / forever steps ahead and always puttin work / but that's the way of the world like Philip sang / fix em up, ship em off and not feel a thing / cast a shell in the sea where the sidewalk ends and say ya peace to ya friends / my mans Touch put my name on a sweatshirt / had to clock in, start puttin in work again / i been on the grind tho on the low / baptize this beat like a priest at a hospital / i rock the boat with my tiger stance, y'all don't understand me / i'm a Monsta Island Czar on the M.I.C. / i shit subterranean, albino alien / my bitch call me Vlad when i'm impalin it / sailin off the coast of everything you've ever thought / bitch, you know i ain't got shit to sell, i can't be bought / all i gotta do is gets mines until i rot / sellin out these veggies like a liquidated grocery shop / though death is imminent, my life is unlimited, we try and fight the finish when the description is written in shit from a pigeon in a cinematic collision, decision of fixin its flyin or defyin its mission but / that's the way of the world like Philip sang / fix em up, ship em off and not feel a thing / cast a shell in the sea where the sidewalk ends and say ya peace to ya friends / peace.

whole foods

ima wreck this like i wrecked every single relationship i've ever been in, you understand / yo what is, what it was, motherfuckers just because i'm the illest to kill it / droppin villains quicker than Superman / understand i could never ever die with the mic in my hand, fam, i could never fly too close to the sun / now get it done / i'm not Icarus, i'm a recidivist, the eucharist with puke all over it and known to hold a bitch accountable / even with odds insurmountable, my work ethic unaccounted for in the past / time to show these wretched whores where i'm at / so pull the curtain back / celebrated like a heart missin arteries, i'm elevated in the clouds like nuts in a codpiece / ungodly amounts of sweat've been spent / used to keep a fortune on me but forgot what it meant / i put a morsel of divorce inside her, forced her to rent then retracted and redacted every cent that i spent / bird butcher, i'm a beast with a breast piece / the scene shifts from depression onto the next please like investing is just a thing of the future and i'm too old now to get neutered / so if you really want her dead, then i guess you should be the one to shoot her / yo what is, what it was, motherfuckers just because i'm the illest to pillage / droppin villains quicker than Superman / understand i could never ever die with the mic in my hand, fam, i could never fly too close to the sun / now get it done / what it was, what it is, no more fuckin with these kids / i'm gonna burn some digits and fill my fridge / i'm gonna burn some bridges and fill my fridge / i'm gonna burn my digis and fill my fridge with whole foods / and then flip it on its axis / seven and a half kissin corporate asses / ice in my veins, catchin hot flashes / at my base, find a acid / chemical reaction / fresh out the box, still seminally classic / not in debt to no gods / owe ya company money but that's the best that you got / i put a quarter in the slot and lost myself in the game / another notch on my asteroid belt but it's all the same / livin large in a car dated 88 / 2 drinks in, 10 am on the 7th day / behind the mask printed with a smile / runnin fast till i get caught sprintin for a rented mile / lil child stuntin wild, now i'm growed up / weigh 10 stacks against the urge to not show up / stuck / the record's locked in a groove / alarm clock's mocked by the unstoppable snooze / used to live by the thought that i had nothin to lose but now i've lost enough to know that stuff is not true, uh / time doesn't heal wounds / quit livin in the past / kids be wondering where you at, why you missin shows, scared of fittin back into positions that i was before / misrememberin the past through a rose-colored glass / ink bleeds on a downhill slope, found my beginning at the end of a rope / yo what is, what it was, motherfuckers just because i'm the illest to kill it / droppin villains quicker than Superman / understand i could never ever die with the mic in my hand, fam, i could never fly too close to the sun / now get it done / what it was, what it is, no more fuckin with these kids / i'm gonna burn some digits and fill my fridge / i'm gonna burn some bridges and fill my fridge / i'm gonna burn my digis and fill my fridge with whole foods / and then flip it on its axis / i got a painful rip in my upper hip / i think it's time i take another trip / i can't take enough, i don't give a shit / i think it's time i take another trip / yo, i got a painful rip in my upper hip / i think it's time i take another trip / i can't take enough, i don't give a shit, i think it's time / i really think it's time / i mean i think it's / i really think it's time.

PHM

suck my dick till infinity / in the vicinity, serpents sleep silent with the enemy / handing me sympathy, amity symphonies siphon my energy implicitly in infamy / then again the worst position is the back of the centipede and if a person mentions work again, i'm gonna have pen disease / and i ain't into lendin but i give a dollar here and there, i really don't care / if you got money and fame, you still got bills / but everyone who knows your name will try and get their fill / at least that's what every rap song said before this one, this one / how many heads on a hydra, how many legs on a viper, how many dreads on a rasta, how many carbs in this pasta, how many grams in an ounce, how many feet on the ground, how many fools in the senate, how many paid to be in it, huh / it's like i don't hate to eat spinach but i'd rather eat french fries with Dennis Kucinich in a limo with six sick-minded promiscuous women, tax dollars at work rainin hard on their lemons / even my b-sides bump with the heart of a beast / i keep my feet lined up and my arteries clean / even a king eats crow if you tell him it's fowl / i keep my end theory low and keep shellin it out, uh / i been livin like a perpetual hangover machine / i been livin like a perpetual hangover machine / i been livin like a perpetual hangover machine / i been livin like a perpetual hangover machine / i'm over budget and over bein lovesick / from "easy does it" to easy-bake ovens / i'm truckin 100 gettin baggadems with [redacted] while livin lavish, not gettin distracted by the muppets / i'm rap game Clarissa Explains it All / maggot brain delic spittin raw, flippin the script that fixed my fall / i'm not leviathan, so i'm concerned with who i might've been / doin drugs with pugs, stiff perm and a gingivitis grin / say your prayers when the vote hits the fan cuz we all aware now that Dems and GOP be holdin hands / half yall pests suck way worse than tapeworms / other half peg true saviors as apes and traitors, invaders not innovators / swore to never say this, but no love for them haters who detract without creatin / mean muggin with Teddy Ruxpin, eatin muffins and lovin the fuckin shit out of decline, it blows my mind / and while my MPC gently weeps, i'm prayin for the laymen who got pimped out by the industry / these suit-and-tie robotic types can meta-meditate on that / heart attack rap / bringin headaches and heavy flow back / matter fact you should be glad that sloe almost cracked / spent my hiatus collectin data, doin math, amassin cash / keep my mind off deceit, flippin zips on the side and if i die to this beat, bitch, then make it tonight, fuck / i been livin like a perpetual hangover machine / i been livin like a perpetual hangover machine / i been livin like a perpetual hangover machine / i been livin like a perpetual hangover machine and i don't need therapy. 

Motown & marathons

unless i beat you to it / ima prove it, got the keys to the Buick / time for us to be moving on, on, yeah / when the bottle's got one sip left / fuck a tell, i play it close to the chest / when i'm broke, lay low and smoke cess, not talk to much and ruin progress / i guess a guess is as good as prophetic, age 9 in '96 when my life was copacetic / now it's emails, text message, facebook, reddit, and i'm numb to my emotions like a local anesthetic / when i grow, i see the world's gotten smaller / we all dyin of thirst, no palatable water / like the politician said, "fuck breakin bread, i wanna break bad instead" / you can find me in my bed with my headphones on, so ugly / please believe undead gon yawn even if they love me / we are all so goddamn bored that we roll our eyes at torture reports / in the event that i pass along, i hope the world can hear my song / cuz there's still one thing i think y'all people should know / it's that all your hopes and all your dreams / all those plans and silly schemes / all that shit you think life means just don't matter in the end / tear my face off, nick cage / ran a million miles but mostly in the same place / i was raised on motown and marathons / way back, we was hittin blacks in the parking lot / jump shark but i never jump ship, nuh uh / why start somethin that'll never end, ah / why bother sharin my opinion, you was just waitin for your turn to talk, never listenin / all a dream when Bodie shot Wallace / who gives a fuck if you got a million follows / ya life ends in a tin can or a coffin / thread's unravelin and you cannot stop it / like ants a log, we all swallowin lies / who needs a god when you can just ask why / the question is an answer in and of itself / fuck a tell, health over wealth / in the event that i pass along, i hope the world can hear my song / cuz there's still one thing i think y'all people should know / it's that all your hopes and all your dreams / all those plans and silly schemes / all that shit you think life means just don't matter / follow me down the well of bad tricks / in the middle of the night, in your belly i will kick / and become your regrets, i will lay it on thick / i don't need that shit, not that type of chick / a million villains spillin from vaginal creases in the ceiling / a feeling falls over me, creepin and deepenin / i don't believe in it but even if i did i wouldn't want to keep steepin my tea in it / whisper mantras to myself / got a brontosaurus fossil smell / meiosis in sleeper cell / meiosis in a sleeper cell.