haters

they say if you have no haters then you’re doing something wrong
cool, but if you have only haters i say stop writing those songs
i’m a class act
anybody want to come and blast back

i’ve got tracks on tracks on tracks
and i’ve got styles on styles on styles
i’m saving up stacks and stacks and stacks
i’m making up piles and piles and piles

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high school love things

i wish i were in your gym class

i just want to let you know that i’m ok with these platonic sleepovers

my arms around you my arms around you

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i worry too much

i’ve got my mind made upside down/
letting everything go just to chase the sound/
i’ve faced it now/ i know it’s me/ not how i’m supposed to be/
even fret the grocery/ forget about your cash bags/
used to drop ash/ now it’s hash tags/
sharp with my slang tang/
gloss paper/ blast mags/
without a bang bang/
you be the nancy/ gotcha/
’cause i’m speaking frank/ sinatra/
my way i gotta drag back/
this is not your brag track, captain/
i’m trapping like a lab rat/
dollars where your gab’s at/
i like a neck tie much as the next guy/
but might prefer to use a gas rag as an afghan/
chloroform/ on the order form/
name rappers get ghost verses/ pay a quarter for ‘em/
and when they say quarter, it means a quarter mil/
so how come the track only sounds sort of ill?/
i could make you get down to static/
kick it for fanatics/
beats up to the attic/
half my life people have been calling me an addict/
but maybe that’s what happens when you have the magic/
it’s backwards/ like i’m pulling hats from a rabbit/
tragic/ people only recognize the habit/
could i put all of me to making something quality/
and get panned/ labyrinth mapped like ptolemy/
i offer no apologies/ this is why my blood flows/
brothers say it’s cutthroat/ study that philosophy/
i’m in the monasteries investigating honesty/
winners that i find i spit to twitter/ so follow me/
got a dream/ probably i’ll always be last pick on the soccer team/
but still might grow up to be the tallest tree/
’cause when they wrote “could”/ i read “would”/
and while they act so hood/ i shred good/
if you’ve seen me maintain then you know what’s up/
this game is just a volcano that won’t erupt/
if i’m not blowing up, we’ve run out of dynamite/
but i don’t need to find a mic to keep on shining bright/

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92

you check ch checked it out, that’s so kind of you
but i don’t think you understand what i’m trying to do
i’ve been playing synthesizer since ’92

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led

i was led
to believe i was a king

i was lead
in the bullets of your guns

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iphone notes

I am the Box of swamps that
I am the briar patch along the path where irony met love

Where love fell in love?

Conkrete stylez dance crew

Pasture posture

Wreak havoc
You just reek

I got the news that dad died
On your hamburger phone
Meditate in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant

Among the orange trees
Among the orange trees

Among the purple trees
Among the purple trees

Suburban bourbon

and they say that hell is hot

Cemetary grand opening
Flash in the pan cash in your hand
Headless video

Too cerebral
Boost your ego

They’d rather see a television screen than an easel
Make beats so mean, they’re evil
Needle
Gazebo
Gleeful

Try to take a deep breath let it wash away

Say hi
Buddy prays bytaking pills
Paying bills
Way high

Werazsloxxll pl
Ponzi

Ladders to nowhere
We never see the trap we’re in

That’s the most perfect neck I’ve ever seen

Express lane = feelings

CAN’T DANCE GUY

I keep that picture of my wife on my website as a reminder of happier times

I did what I could with what I had it wasn’t much but I did it

Organs of succession

Glendiddich
Pitch black like riddick
Ridiculous I got a bottle of
Acidic
Heiroglyphic
Terrific
Limbic
Wanna talk to you
Johnnie walker blue

TO DANCE
DEE G D F E G D DEE G D F E G D CC
FGA E F A A E F FGA A E F A E F EE
CDC B A D C B A CDC B A D C B A GG

Uncontrollablecreativeexplosion.com

Ninja bread house

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EASY

i could show you how easy it is now
if we’re talking real music i live loud
Don’t need to pretend I’m so bad
I used to be the worst
But I got to where I got with just time and hard work
i’ve seen people throw their gifts away like what happened
did n’t even unwrap it
that’s how a rapper stays wack kid
Aiming for the stacks and the mansions
vapid
supposed pioneers too placid
I’m dropping gems like Manson dropped acid
like purolator, my delivery is rapid
if i’m not harsh now, you’ll get murdered later
cracked vertabrae from words with the worser haters
so i’m telling you to step up your game
if you can’t be the best, why are you playing
sure, you want to have fun
but you’re in round one
so don’t spam me with ads for your album

i could break it down – feels like i say it a lot
kids ask if they can make it all the way to the top
get back and get away if you’re not ready
to take what you’ve got and take what you get
and rock it every day that you’ve got
slaving in hot suns making you sweat
not saying you’ve played the game two days and aren’t making it yet
or treating every other kid like you’re facing a threat
i know the score already, i could be placing a bet
you’d be fine if you just cooled off
maybe not, the rhymes you drop are just too soft
and they say that perfect is made from practice
so hey, just work it, and you’ll write classics
the mediocrity is just too much to stop, man
try and make something real, something that’s not canned
cut it out with your loops in garageband
before i have to blow this pop stand

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TOO MUCH

I figured things out Late in the game
Too much time making a name
But im Still taking the train
Hard work but I’d exaggerate to be saying that I’m staking the pain
Like a vampire slayer insane
Layers of strange wisdom
Taken with grains of salt
I cracked so many locks you ought to change the vault
I break it down to the basic elements
If it sounds intelligent
It’s probably even harder than you’re bound to settle with
Not loud and evident
Not proud and prevalent
Just grounded elegance
That the world crowns with sediment
You’re dealing with a rounded veteran
’cause I make this new sound competitive
I found a sedative
Your disc in the used bin
An ounce repetitive
Talking about your pounds of medicine
This comic con artist makes all you clowns irrelevant
So get a grip

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hard drives

i keep my hard drives spinning

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can’t get it out of my head

i can’t get it out of my head
that you’re with another man
seeing you smile
with the phone in your hand

i can’t get it out of my head
that you’re with another man
when you’re saying these things
that i don’t understand

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