1. |
Stupid Juice
04:39
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Bazooka Joe 204
When I was wilding I often wondered what powered me
The closest thing to religion I have is Albert Street
Independent in thought deed and strategy
Looking for a family running away from Aberdeen
Made a beeline for Wellington’s with my little crew
Literally underground St Lou spinning that Mystic Brew
Singularly driven wasn’t nothing else to get into
Working in a smut shop sleeping in a living room
Critical beatdowns abstract lyrical
College ass blog called me nerd I was a criminal
Songs are straight ahead nothing about it was subliminal
The company I keep is full of fucked up individuals
Our fanbase differs cause we choose them at random
Sick of the rich winning and the losers need an anthem
Park-Like Setting find the cool inside the tantrum
Stupid juice stupid moves like Chucky and Esteban son
I got the dope got the stupid juice
Make stupid decisions and I bust the stupid moves
Fanbase differs cause we choose them at random
Sick of the rich winning so the losers need an anthem
Yy
I can’t front, I’m an asshole for what I came from
Manitoba, land stolen, never paid for it
Fast forward, same story - different page
Where you can’t afford a decent landlord on what you make
It’s stupid, trying to find your way, early 20’s I’m a toothpick
Mid-nineties P&C laying out the blueprint
Putting Brothers in My Backpack to make the shoe fit
It was too big, the moment was a movement
We knew that, they moved in, bond only improving
And I bring a baby into the fold, that was my crew then
We were tight knit, they liked kids, I’m a student
Of the mic yet, despite knowing what I knew then
Bad jobs had lots back pains, calluses
Daddy’s tax write-off trying to classplain how it is
Never get a handout, campaign balances
I’m older now my kid has the exact same challenges
bigmcenroe
We’re gleaming the cube - cruising past the rubicon
We got the stupid juice while other crews are truly gone
Long since disbanded product abandoned
Conduct forgettable brought into fandom
PLS the trio not a tandem rocking anthems and it
Might look effortless magical and random
But we still chasing pelican briefs like grey grantham
Others seek beef see the moon fake a landing
Blabbing bout a flat earth falling into patterns
They googling your net worth undercover fashion
The passion of the twitter verse real time reaction
We get the girl and win the purse and do it looking handsome
That’s old school attitude enough to fill a mansion
Learned from Colombo or whatever played on channel ten
Learned from Madonna before she knew Sean penn
Learned from sonic youth, black flag, minutemen
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2. |
At The End
05:07
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Bazooka Joe 204
If only it could be what we're pretending it were
What the fuck i'm sposed to say at the end of the world
If only it could be what we’re pretending it were
What the fuck i’m ‘posed to say at the end of the world
Came from the place of the forever snow
Let the record show I binged every episode
Black dynamite to blanche deveraux
Addicted to the tv, caffeine, and never go
To sleep on the night shift like shelley long
Hi-top weapons what I was stepping on
Like janet jackson except the planet you get the song
You don't know what you got and then its gone
I say this all, to commit it to record
Played some ball but never really made the effort
Dropped out of school to make raps yall
My short term was terminal didnt think it'd last long
Lo and behold maybe my math's on
My whole brand is fatalism and sad songs
Stomach aches like I ate a bad mall
Apocalypse now while im waitin on a cab called
Yy
Keep the paper separate, “Can I take the bottles?”
Man, whatever. As long as my IKEA fits together
Repurposing I give up, gabigmcenroeage: that’s the part I don’t remember
‘Least I don’t need a parka in November
Never buy a thing I can’t return
Never care what’s going on out the window as long as my La-Z-Boy lever work
Haven’t heard of debt? Where you been? Place your bet
Polar cap, nothing left, say no more, waste of breath
It’s unsustainable to keep saying “This is unsustainable”
Name a normal, can’t remember, rights are trampled, they don’t know
About deniability, blankets and smallpox
Accountability to share-holders at all cost
Get lost, no one’s listening, easy to dismiss
The “how could anybody bring a kid into this mess?”
I’m really quite content but I’d be happy to discuss
Reality TV or where I’m going for Christmas
bigmcenroe
Shooting rubber bands at the stars like Edie brickell
Come at me spitting bars that’s en easy repel
with back rooms deals that’s as seedy as hell
human nature ain’t healing itself
innocence swept away, conspiracies elevate
narcissicist tendencies rewarded at every stage
dining on heresay journalist terminate
eschewing the written page as part of the good old days
The streets fill with gabigmcenroeage fast as we can pick it up
The airs turning toxic, the boiling point is coming up
And you can feel despondent, cause everything is just so fucked
But then it’s life goes on kid, give. Shrug and pas the buck
Haunted by the bombings, the foreign correspondents
Then make the change to channel 2 cause jeopardy is on it
Donate some dollar but no sacrifice beyond it
As the world is ending, this is fine let’s be honest
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3. |
Concurrently
03:39
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bigmcenroe
We daylight dependent we stay like a tennant
hoping that the man don’t decide to raise the rent this year
i’m just tryna servce my pennance
in the court of your opinion me and both my co defendents
i be knowing coefficients, not no politricking
seasoned in the business since we dropping crazy friction
in 95 96ish when cassettes were assets
and playing canada would leave cashless
hit the ATM though im kicking what i rage against
now its 2020 seems nothing much is making sense
chaos reigns supreme man, not talking bucket crabs
but hunting fans and followers is fucking drab what me mad
now lim lifting nickels like im he man
bumping up productions americas biggest brands
we juicing by the youth like feds mess with currency
serving up out sentences concurrently
Bazooka Joe 204
NIMBYs at Timmie’s whine over hippies
Sleeping in the park and tryna bum ciggies
Look at all you have why so stingy
Who the fuck made you Mayor Diamond Joe Quimby
Afraid of your neighbours spite for the city
Begging for Bezos to sheister your city
Bet it all on NFTs and bitcoin
No referees now you’re playing with the big boys
The artifice of parity the juice that cake brings
Artificial scarcity man we used to make things
Busted up the unions moved them all overseas
Christian libertarians are all up in your ovaries
Now who the hell answers for the wealth transfer
Neoliberalism the most aggressive cancer
Stop being greedy when we run up in your mansion
Climate change coming from the South Pole to Santa
Pandemic purge the people who work for cheap
Walls closing in still we sleep in the urgency
Prosperity gospel worshiped so fervently
The midnight oil burns it all concurrently
Yy
What’s pops’ cooking? Heavy-lifting three kids
Get your job tooken, raise your next of kin while you’re not looking
Notions got broken, wearing different hats that don’t match
A grade 1 teacher with dope raps
And each of them know their facts, their old man’s sleeping
And keeping open tabs, I’m off for the weekend
Receiving no thanks, I’m already deep in it
Even if so perhaps I freak it they go bananas
Leave it open answer, only do it difficult
Peep the multitask, pull it off, you never know
My juggle game’s impeccable
I dunk and take a technical then walk away ineffable
Cool as a vegetable, strictly business never typical
Paint my own lane, set the tone
On a desert island marooned dressed in burgundy
Serving up our sentences concurrently
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4. |
Get The Bozack
03:52
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Bazooka Joe 204
Decades in the game kid, no cap
Dead weight when we hit em like no mas
Checkmate from the gate with the toe tap
Get it straight you can still get the bozack
Get the bozack, catch the vapors
I shut the laptop and grab for the papers
Fuck a aux cord I’m reaching for the fader
Deep digging in the crates for the paydirt
I’d sooner call you a hebigmcenroe than a hater
I’m more at home on the cubigmcenroe than in nature
On the stroll with the workers wasted
Bumpy Knucks so I roll with with Flavor Unit
PLS brought the Big Mac
And Yy like Hiero big facts
Got the third eye first down blitz packs
We going all out fasten your chin strap
Clamp shit down like vice grips syntax
Charging a mint cuz I’m owed a lot of git back
Ancient artificats like a Skratch Picklz slipmat
Get the bozack I mean the whole thing intact
Yy
And ya know that wouldn’t go bad
If you don’t and I quote “Get the Bozack”
So dope we approach critical mass
Throwback, throw down with your broke ass
No half-steppin’ on lexicon kept it going t’il the
Crack of dawn, 7:00 on like a heptagon
Let me know I belong where you’re not involved
Get the balls, sack and all, you’re no help at all
They threw it from the bleachers
It’s true McBoo, they suspended the teacher
Peace out, must have learned it from a t-shirt
Look up to be sure, spell check each word
Don’t pretend you didn’t chase a trend
Naw, but we did find a little piece of heaven
LPs, EPs, MDs, whatcha sayin’?
Strict biz this not just a stint, we’ve been…
bigmcenroe
get the gas face - hear the beat and do a screw face
its bare yall like the walls of a new place
hang a poster schools in for a poser
stir him in to a b-boy bouillabaise
now were in again, weird like a therimin
20 years in still carry out experiments
the mad scientist defying yer comparisons
iller than the virus, fact not arrogance
we original now matter what the era is
no matter what your zip code or what your favorite flavor is
no more merch tables aint about the paper kid
cold world tough climb guess I can’t take a hint
find another field if if you want to make a mint
this aint crypto speculators never win
strictly biz tho
park-like kin folk
since the 1 triple nine or the 2 triple 0
i dunno i forget
what year did we start?
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5. |
Struggle Raps
05:01
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Bazooka Joe 204
I know what you thought it was when of course it wasn’t
Never struggle with the raps but everything else is something
In the squared cicle jobbing Lanny Poffo with the pen
See the box is like a foxhole so don’t ever fence me in
Shell-shocked seeing stars like Mario Kart
Camp Lo pulled me aside and said “you party too hard”
Now uptown Saturday nights feel farthe and darker
Than they ever felt before I parted with my partner
Started on a new script fuck a writer’s block
The cul-de-sac bring you around whether you like it or not
On a winter picket line like we should strike when it’s hot
I don’t pick when it visits so I fight for my spot
Grew up in the gravel 500 in the ballpark
Holes in the wall like they rented your home for Halllmark
Movie shoots Scooby Doo pajamas in the Wal Mart
Some comfort while we all fall apart man it’s all hard
I know what you thought it was when of course it wasn’t
Never struggle with the raps but everything else is something
Yy
I know what you thought it was when of course it wasn’t
Never struggled with the raps but everything else is something
Came up middle class, never had a ton but never hungry
Family structure had enough outside the usual dysfunction
Punk shit, tried to dance around it - Sammy Davis
Had a kid at 23 I didn’t do me any favours
It was later when made clear up against it, would eventually
Had to parent myself while she co-parented against me
Flash forward had some more, we’ll make it, I was certain
Go to school, come home, my wife is taking off for work
Before she’s taking off for good, I’m left to paint the nursery
Alone, so long, I’m like a pro at this adversity
Daddy deal with hurt and he’s a teacher with the patience of a saint
But they keep adding unrealistic expectations
Went through a couple, in some cases had to happen
Had a problem with the rest but never struggled with the rapping
bigmcenroe
The Not so perfect introvert, waiting for an intro
low likelihood of getting hurt while playing my nintendo
never feared the extra work the problem is the tempo
its decade 5 of distant dreams, can i be so simple
who am I to ever seeth, asthmas gone so i can breathe
messed up problems with my feet but best friend Ty can barely see
and he keeps his head up - at least to me
puts it in perspective my obsessing on a frequency
as I fix a mix that a few will stream
competing for your mindshare with marvel flicks and justice league
hollywood reporter, variety and TMZ
viral videos of car wrecks and EMTs
It’s not the time to paint the Mona Lisa
It’s Lightning fast consumption - scammy NFTs bruh
if you get attention they will callin you a genius
I struggle just to hide it - my disgust
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6. |
Ode To Concrete
04:09
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bigmcenroe
My hearts in the hard concrete
Never part of the bards at the beach
Once more unto the breech, I preach
The City life and the lessons it teach
My devotion so beyond reach
East van until I move I sleuth like Stacy KEech
Explore every route my army’s the tubeway
Sound track Gary Neumann Daniel Dumile
These tourists don’t ask bout the asphalt
I’m passioned bout the past that while ill be last out
I ain’t writing odes to gravel roads
It’s airports train stations subways travel nodes
As the rabble rose so the babble goes
Chant down camp town races and the racist foes
The isos takes patience though
Tolerance and openness knowing how fake Ness goes
All the residents hesitant defend it
Certain way of life all in never quit
The dreams of them bohemians
Living all together cause space is at a premium
Bazooka Joe 204
City council dirt I been ground through
Blowout Comb still the coolest to walk around to
Easing in with a king can
Evenings in alleys no pictures with fans
Lurking and hurting plus too high
Between Bannatyne and McDermot with a Blue Dry
Hanging in the streets youre scared of comfortably
Behind Musiplex by that BDP bubble piece
Every square foot of the DT gets love from me
You stick to the skywalk cuz you trust the WP
Dusty feet kicking gravel at you
Booing lustily get sonned like we’re suing for custody
Dead and buried in Saratgoa Lanes
Underground as the Northstar carry on the names
Smokes like soldiers matchbook like a gang
My home is a pothole my mattress in flames
Yy
It was brought up from the hot concrete
From the bottom ‘cause the cost is not cheap
Across the long street
The speak about the only that’s not off-beat
Construction and brick buildings
Grew up in them, crashed ceilings then nothing left
Catch feelings, enough, then it’s off
Deal with exhaust and the judgement
Pot-holes and cockroaches got those
Cop culture fought those distraught most
Snot-noses got goals that’s not chosen
Not close, chalk-full of plot holes, that’s how it goes
The transit: metros, standing
Where you can’t sit show them how to get closer
Cancers and exposures
Can’t say I got the answers, door will be left open
There’s possibility in small community
If positivity and unity met opportunity but
I’m a city-lifer, I’ll make do with
Chumps running away, we’ll gravitate to it
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7. |
Too Far
03:48
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Bazooka Joe 204
For Christs’s sake like the last dinner
Johnny Rotten’s on The Masked Singer
And Ozzy’s selling crypto I aint batshitting
Running a racket like badminton
So called rock stars it's embarrassing
On a megachurch lurk Seraphim
White horse and some yay its all heroin
The cult of personality a scary thing ayo
Private planes jetsam and flotsam
Bodyguards the literal Big Boss Man
Nazis and cops naw bro we are not fam
They made DMX and Iggy Pop jock jams
Drown in Hollywood Philip Seymour Hoffman
Counterculture churns like a log jam
Bet the under I don’t fuck with a top ten
Arms long enough to box Gods til I cross them
This time they went too far
Man they just went too hard
Yy
Fake it t’il they make it, taught em enough
Think they made it to the majors when they’re calling em up
Get to stake a claim in all that they want to become
Just ´cause your agent put you on don’t make you part of the club
There’s a way to frame it: want to be trapped in a prism
Be a participant, think they can go back when there isn’t
Went from having a vision to half of the business
I watched it happen, they’re complicit, blame capitalism
Think he passed gone, how could they not be?
Piggy-backed off, jumped the shark Fonzy!
Ticky-tac-toed too far, caused me
Thinking back on how their past now annoys me
Respect a side-hustle
But when a politician’s coming out to your song I’m buying nothing
Talked into delivery adds by a publicist
A fine line between being a mogul and a puppet
bigmcenroe
Another season of bachelors flatulence
Bottom feeders actors and petulance
Petty Bruhas cake boss and rupaul
For me escapisms loading up the uhaul
the true goals all make you turn the news off
Life short times small get your tom cruise on
I go the other way never ending need to know
Bookend the average day bending to the doomscroll
Trying to find the reel foe ignorance the heel to two
Infinite conspiracies reeling in the gullible
Government they’d overthrow for the wrong reasons
Not for corruption greed and tax cheating
Not the poor bleeding endless war machining
But for the heathens preaching white grievance
They’ve gone too far down a YouTube rabbit hole
Keepin you distracted don’t let em have it yall
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8. |
Jukebox Demons
03:50
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Bazooka Joe 204
Saw a tape of my freestyles from 99
Made me wanna kill myself man I’m traumatized
Just another label spitroasted over beers
Sing along to a radio that no one hears
I’m all alone cooing to myself again
Far from home refusing any help from friends
A stranger acting strangely in a foreign land
Going ham with a fraulein in Vietnam
I rode my Yamaha into the mountain three days
With the White Thais, jackfruit, and rice wine
Rap into the wind while my knees shake
Then retire to the treehouse in the nighttime
Sing along to a radio that no one hears
Yy
Looking back in third-person
People think I’m talking to myself when I’m rehearsing, still land feet first
Passive reassurance first you have to eat dirt
Chance of reoccurring really has to be the worst
What could happen? Stay current with some help from the kids
Watching the clouds anticipate what’s coming next
I did it for this and us and if no one cares
I’ll sing along to a radio that no one hears
I always did never quite know where to fit
Drop me in and I begin to look over the fence
Then complain I can’t find a shoulder to sit
But still commit, hold my head and roll with the hits
A mix of having lots to learn while being basically right
Room to grow but knew you had to know your place if you’re white
Can’t pretend from a preconceived no idea
While tuning in to a frequency that’s so unclear
bigmcenroe
That dirty ass feeling yeah not so fresh
As I’m blasting time for living in a bloody mess
Don’t run no interference on me cashing cheques
I start to question my position as a Pacifist
In the pacific I toss your specific correspondence
This is not only a test yo I’m only being honest on this
Topic in particular patron of the province
I’m a modern day calligrapher with manslaughter vehicular
I’m taking the perimeter passing by the royal mint
Teach myself to think bigger motives like the oils glint
When you was a glimmers in your daddy’s eye - I was bent
Making all this magic in the lab passion paying rent
I been in this so deep, memorizing cross streets
Vandalizing posh spots, I got the cred, I show receipts
Recognize traditions but we eschew all the typical
Tax them like an escrow then oil the bread - escargot
Maybe its impossible the pressure is the Escher
Like I’m in the movie business but I’m happy as an usher
Teach my young sons just to steer clear
I sing along to a radio that no one hears
I sing along to a radio that no one hears
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9. |
Words With Friends
04:16
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Bazooka Joe 204
Man I used to traffic rush hour stops and starts
And hide my beer cans for the people with the shopping carts
That old game bored like Candyland or Scotland Yard
In the bathroom with Candyman who got a card
I fill a jerry can with fucks and light that shit ablaze
On top remaining no home training cuz I misbehave
Mcenroe at his peak I’m a writer at his zenith
Pull out your microphone and watch the Yyfer make you eat it
From the era of the OG a cappela and remix
Watching KJ and Thunder Dan sunning em out in Phoenix
Supersonic flex like Olden Polynice
And I’m dwelling in the past cuz the present is giving grief
From the dancehall grinding yelling murder dem
They say do what you love and you will never work again
They were wrong the Park-Like stay working on them stems
Making with no end game playing words with friends
Yy Hook
Whatcha heard? Depends, don’t concern with them
We prefer different, playing words with friends
We deserve what we get once we murder a sentence
We confer with them, playing words with friends
Yy
Used to sample more examples than I care to give
Not for a beat, for a style, that’s imperative
Started really making moves after I had a kid
Like when’s that happen? Less downtime than I ever did
Back when rappers had a record you better bow down
Bring a written to a battle you’re getting drowned out
Went from sinking to a paddle, Wizard from a Bullet
Winning even when defeated like my name was Todd MacCulloch
Trading tapes, early internet homie, whatcha into?
Influenced by regional shit, places I’ve never been to
You can seek but won’t get it, nothing can compare to it
Thinking I’m gonna part with something this sentimental
Prestreaming knee-deep in, play it until it dies
You invested in an album you listened 20 times
Even if it was a bad one, play it once again
Were the days coming up, I’m still playing words with friends
bigmcenroe
picking away at crosswords scrape away at scrabble tiles
socially so awkward others play and rabble rouse
always have the last word no matter what you brag about
graduate with honours no way that we’ll be ratted out
waiting for that carousel to come around
the A list end around who party til the sun comes out
send em out occupy wall street end the dow
billionaire dead beats we can’t keep defending now
the PLS flashback midnight express
bullet train fast track Amsterdam Budapest
kinda good at everything I coulda been a coder
instead i went for energy Gorgio Moroder
i got the A in algebara a B for me in langugage arts
win the day on talent bruh beefin me aint very smart
cause im ill at everything rap and take a track apart
demos meant to demonstrate exactly where the masters are
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10. |
Crew Shit
03:38
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Yy
Even in the solo tip I’m all about the crew shit
Those I came up with and other brought me in the movement
Tight-knit group never booted out a Judas
Getting through whatever’s threw at us, knew that we can do this
mcenroe is like a big brother beating on producers
Anything you’re doing I’ve been through it with Bazooka
Joe’s the family, chuck a duce up, never have to prove it
Hunnicutt’s my dude just like St. Lou who introduced us
Practically blood it goes way beyond the music
Ness, Crooks, Gruf, Gumshoe and Pip the truth is
That the people you’re surrounded push you to improvement
Either keep up with the talent or issuing excuses
The fan, the friend, the teacher and the student
There for when you need em, run they’ll beat you to it
Chilling with my feet up or coming with the foolishness
Making collaborations with my crew until I’m toothless
Bazooka Joe 204
We’re from Winnipeg and Brandon and Portage in ‘Toba
The Hudson Bay area known to go dumb
Heard your crew’s masterpiece for me it was ho hum
2022 can’t knock it for having no drums
Late 90s was my start date
More late nights than a card game
Farm Fresh funky as Bar-Kays
Way back like a sketchy arcade, Vaughn and Hargrave
Reminisce when the shuffle finds a beauty song
No scruple when we double cross the rubicon
Humble beginnings Adidas and Puma don
Making maneuvers through losses but never lose the bond
Nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for Rod
Kill a real live human Grand Guignol
Loyal to Danny like an idiot in QAnon
And 22 years ain’t shit I’m never moving on
bigmcenroe
For me its been about the journey all about the crew shit
Dreams of maximizing earnings, whylin out on cruise ships
Obviously secondary searching for the new ness
Till they wheel me in a gurney over like John Gruden
If feeling scholarly or acting like a nuisance
Hanging at the dollar tree planning with out two cents
To rub together we covering our deficits
We keep it clever and never run with pessimists
We keep the standards hi pandering is to sin
No other crew alive that I wish I’d been in
Been in this square biz for a min
Can you look your captor in the eyes and take it on the chin
No way that I go alone tho I’m known for dolo
Cause its a rollercoaster ride emotions like a yo-yo
Buzz aldrean type of pioneer never faltering
Me and joe and Danny stirring potions in a Calderon
Wilburys Travellin’ ask roy Orbison
tour meal KFC dreamin of cornish hens
bonds built forever driving more luck than sense
counting up fives and tens down for whatever
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11. |
How Cold
03:57
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Yy
You have no idea how cold I feel
I’m a grow my beard, don’t mind me
I know my needs, know my rights
Show ID, go buy it and smoke my weed, nah
Not gonna go quiet and sow my seeds
Non-compliant, write Dope Rhymes like Chill Rob G.
I’m a giant on my own but I’m still mob deep
I’m a keep looking down from the hilltop peak, repeat:
Merrily merrily there will be cat therapy
Guaranteed security despite disparity therein
The severity that’s inherent
Apparently buried deep, fahrenheat eleventy
To infinity been this way since ‘93
Consider the environment try to win the economy
While not inheriting, remain anonymy
No parity while charity is an anomaly
What kind of people contemplate, often make operating
Complicated god forsaken combination
My neighbour’s nominated, they’re predominantly confident
In all the ways but that does not pertain to all of those
Without a voice, but their persona’s hate
To them it’s not a choice I never would accommodate them
Whoever thought to make a comment to a congregation
With their incompetence should have to sign a waver
bigmcenroe
You have - no clue so you shouldn’t assume got a
Heavyset presence call me johnny larue
When I enter the room its temples of doom
Got my autograph they want to take my temperature too
So Frigidaire cool north American fool
Both scrupulous and scandalous I vary the two
Same shit diff day like a Carey reboot
But there’s a line around the block that I can barely get through
It’s all about the madness taking one step beyond
Acting like a bad bitch, gaming on your peloton
Sad sitch - complaining on the price of petrol
Forget the autobahn I’m hopping on the metro rocking
Kraftwerk patchwork postings and adverts
wanna rule the world maybe get your undergrad first
No MBA hanging in my entry way
But beats banging is ingrained into my DNA
Bazooka Joe 204
Northern Exposure the slush on the plains
Cold as the nose of a mutt on a chain
Frozen to the floe edgebrush off my name
With a gabigmcenroeage mitt or the rustiest blades
Snowy rain cut your coat like a buzzsaw
The majestic musk ox flexing at bus stops
Dust off musty and damp
Used to dream big now I just need a nap
Party in the front no funny stuff in the back
Plugging cords into sockets a dummy with a stack
Holes in my pockets a rummy and a matchbook
Poking through my stockings trust me it’s a bad look
Bad luck bad beat for the bad seed
Pack heat voiceover in the ad read
Cheap pop in the ring like glacier
Kryonic kicking that frostbitten behaviour
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12. |
And You Can Quote Me
04:50
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Yy
Inevitable like 7 o’clock
Better to talk than never know I never forgot
Ready or not don’t ever go, said I would stop
Except for a cop, Jennifer Jones hit on the dot exactly
Coming at me, double dash
Couple cashmere, “what does that mean?” Nothing bad
Something fancy, come up with plan B, “come again?”
Someone grab me a rubber band, “what’s up with that?”?
It depends, if I can’t even understand
What you’re saying I won’t pretend and you can quote me on it
Punch ya in the muncher but I’m so beyond a
Left hook, give it to you straight, doesn’t go with tonic
Show up with no electronic, know what?
Don’t expect homage, woke up and know when you got it
What someone doesn’t acknowledge comes back with
So much technology really someone should follow him
God almighty got on one knee, gave him money
I don’t want to hear the onomatopoeia, Lordy!
Not a lot of the above, ought to be enough
Want em out of here like the thought of being in love
Cut of meat economy: a bottom-eater’s
Gotta eat, that doesn’t mean there’s a lot of beef
That’s out of sync, that’s how to think
Databank got ‘em at an angle, it’s not a thing
bigmcenroe
as you edge on to the precipice - hedging for the suckebigmcenroeet
I organize an exodus - dredging up the muck and yet
this rebel cause trouble for the fun of it
straw polls robocalls underhanded bloody mess
this vet aint missed yet any misstep is a mis rep and you can quote me on it
mind of a robot benefits probiotic
Fencer pens worth six million so bionic
oh my god its symbiotic so symbolic
you need cymbalta alter your chemistry
you need a late pass check with your embassy
you seek asylum while we piling up the victories
i suffer from an empathy deficiency
emcee sympathy just isn't me
my MD chemistry
preempts the empty
check my understudies ten deep
do you understand my MO
eff the ifs and whens yo
count on one hand those who listened to my demo
chip on my shoulder but its all in the mental
so I flip on a poser cause he's rolling in a rental
auto or audio I own it all know it so
im calling this an audit as I tell you what your sposed to know
honoured in from montreal to tokyo
pondering destruction of your hokey flow
Bazooka Joe 204
Fire on the mountain riding on a fountain
Mired in being bout it sliding through your house an’
Apologize for shouting all rise and be counted
Biters eat the chowder Abbeying your Downton
All up in your downwind north side and south end
Imagine me caring an ounce about clout friend
Especially considering the pounds I would tout then
Dogpaddle through catpiss in a drought then
I fear no mutt flea’d and scurvy’d
It’s the fed pure bred that feed me worries
On empty stomachs the dreams are fitful
We got open hands and they got fistfuls
Feet on the table fingers on the missiles
Born on third thought they hit a triple
Broke bad with dad Malcolm in the Middle
And you can quote me on that no motherfucking riddle
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