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Ego B.O.
01:27
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EGO B.O.
For odor and wetness don’t use no protection
I see bananas everywhere my altar confession
Might alter your perception - all nighters end in questions
All writers can admit to falsifying in their friendships
It’s endless, this corn-maze - consuming all my sorbet
Write confusing thesis just so happens to be my forte
Moodier than Coltrane on cold trains without a sax
Abusing my adult brain on sulk days I’m falling back
Talking whack never a plan in the calendar
Este gaining fans from the way his ballads stir
Malice hurts those that hold it - I’m too cursed to know it
Dudes flirt well it’s bogus - I barely even notice
when a girl is interested unless she clearly eye fucking
I wanna spend a year writing public eye ducking
Bucket list full of something that would stump Will Hunting
Catch me with these Fergie tracks gladly still bumping
Compass gifted from the always kind to me cosmos
Este gilded even when he has to shit in condos
Compost littered with bars that’s better than yours
None of them been rotting so your dick has more sores
No score given to your out of fashion way of living
I’ll pave my path to stardom with the Buddhist tenets
Room is frigid - so we have to cuddle even closer
She said I sounded more befuddled when I’m sober
She said I sounded more befuddled when I’m sober
She said I sounded more befuddled when I’m sober
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CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF MY LOVE LIFE
Close encounters of my love life
Super 8 my thumb swipes
I need to terminate my matrix with a burned light
I’m braindead have no framed bed - eating stained bread
Staring at my peeling ceiling feeling hella vacant
Telephone ranging - I pray that it my ex-boo
Hate to say it but the latest is we having sex dude
Red, blue toenails that’s new oh hell
Oh well who said concluding made a good tale?
Anyways I answer call - brother wants to practice ball
Meet him at the tennis courts a little after dark
So we volley back and forth catching up on all our sores
Without the slightest notion what the night would have in store
All of a sudden he starts jumping buzzing that the sky’s torn
And I look up my eyes close - a UFO that blinds folks
Roaring with the force of category 5 cyclone
My brother ain’t a fighter so he flights real quick
Leaving me alone with aliens I’m like “Oh shit!”
The aircraft lands - it descends ramp
A little blue dude asks to shake my hand
Close encounters of my love life
Super 8 my thumb swipes
I need to terminate my matrix with a burned light
The ET of stringing along on our feelings
I wake up butt-naked my head had been aching
This nonnative race made me weigh in on dating
Claimed women weren’t fertile and all the men virgins
They watched Hitch with Will Smith repeatedly jerking
So I gave ‘em my history - messy ex misery
Petty but deadly dynamics they hissed at me
Disciplines needed to close up your loose ends
This is the one rule the cosmos need glued in
Whodini her ass or we will move fast
Take her to the place where the universe contracts
Oh snap I bellowed - knees cracked then jello
I jumped out the ship still above my ghetto
Collapsed in a bush took a bus to her place
Knocked the door down in the horniest of haze
If this the last time then I wanna try ass stuff
Her and ET were already in the bathtub!
Close encounters of my love life
Super 8 my thumb swipes
I need to terminate my matrix with a burned light
The ET of stringing along on our feelings
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Ode to the Blinking Ant
02:07
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ODE TO THE BLINKING ANT
The terminal patient in a vertigo stasis
No amount of basil grounds this bunny-eared vagrant
Face it - a lifetime of fucked life-force
A being flung into the vortex of a rhymesort
His nose is running but it’s bleeding brown
The secret bandit leaks out
And juggles E-Clout mixed with cheap doubts
He heads for south on east bound
Gripes for years dripping in the sinkhole of a thinking man
Now he ponders all his memories as a blinking ant
Prefers his tap water smell yanks his television dead
Often finds himself blindfolded at the cineplex
He implodes so picturesque
Makes a cane from the sticks of a withered nest
He looks good in a wizards dress
Roams his territory with the pretense of a paranormal
Road is rugged but he’s strolling with a pair of journals
This life is just rehearsal
Mourns a closed portal now the orbs are streetlights
Stems all his psychic energy from plates of steamed rice
Dazed in dreamtime
Wakes up in the morning asking why his teeth grind
He plays his off-key banjo in his bahn-mi stained bathrobe
Figures he ain’t grounded but at least he can float
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Pabro Nerubruh
01:59
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PABRO NERUBRUH
I’m the maestro of nonsense, gonna microdose often
Gonna dance on tightropes to prove i can hold office
There’s mold growing on my carpet
And someone moved my window from the last time i saw it
I swear to cock sean paul is a walrus
And i once saw my own iphone do a wallflip
I’m a skidmark imma skip rocks
Imma intercept your fan letter to slipknot enroute
Dimension jumping with a wristwatch
With the help from stiff scotch
now watch the temp drop to zero
Im a face tat on the cock and vin diesel
My humans shipwrecked
Im mucus turned in for a piss test
Spitting till i git’ strep i’ve met a jewish princess
Cutie wrote a letter now i’m in debt to impress
But she has more bars than i can ever possess
I’m a broken condom too polite to be a problem
Garnering fans up from Scappoose to Harlem
Polishing my diligence inspiring bewilderment
my billionth coffee sip just dropped a trillion tweets on top of it
I’m Pabro neurbra I’m tacos with kombucha
In lieu of my creativity Who don’t approve of
Composing gritty prose cause the penmanship fits tight
Dropping video’s and watch the city’s egos fistfight
Look like a cross between an eagle and a gimp right
Have written ten times the rhymes that your crew gets by on
Throw your ipod on the sidewalk my talent is a timebomb
Juices from the python
It’s the juices from the python
The multi headed cyclops
Keep it rolling on these tryhards
Keep it rolling on these tryhards
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Tongue-Tied Testes
01:54
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TONGUE-TIED TESTES
This is a product of being bored and privileged
I’ve been fucking my life up so I can restitch it
In my season of pit I licked my wounds blood popsicle
I wanna microwave my testicles if that’s possible
I’m on a roll with this awkward growth
As I bitch and moan through infinity’s bowl
Yeah my divinity shows with every toaster strudel toilet load
The tin foil water bong pre-amnesiac chode
The grossest napkin over page guy
When it comes to venting this castraged rage
Why am I the chosen metaphor for every OkCupid date gone awry
Why why why why?!?
I am not impressive I am simply inflated
I’ve been slipping in a sauna sent to shake up my bases
Shame is where my name sits when contemplating fibs told
The games that I have played before is really really dismal
Having dinner with my psyche and it won’t pass the ketchup
I’m the aftermath of a masterpieces plans fucked
I’m the aftermath of a masterpieces plans fucked
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DR. REVEL & MR. SPINE(LESS)
Fuck all this bullshit!
I’m trying to be the coolest!
Disregard that all my passions seem to be so rootless!
Fuck all this bullshit!
I like to be this fruitless!
Let me throw a tantrum in a bathtub of my sewage!
In a bathtub of my sewage
Where I prove I’m really stupid
My permanent scowl takes the squirrliest of gambles
Currently on course to choke on curry and cantaloupe
And I can’t freestyle
But I can do a mean moonwalk in a grocery aisle
As long as it’s clean though
I’m fumbling the same problems that plague sequels
The 23 year old has been
Wrestling my tendencies to treat my life as a slapstick
I’m not happy I’m manic
Tweaking off some bad acid in my unthreading hammock
Dummy buys a canvas shit stains a self-portrait
Sold it for a zilchilion then pillow-talked my orifice
This is me going corporate
My rap friends toured without me
I’mma use the time to get better at drowning!
Fuck all my bullshit!
I’m trying to do some cool shit!
Skip the part of me that only wants to be useless!
Fuck all my bullshit!
The mirror looks so ghoulish!
I gotta do what buddhists do in order to be fluid!
In order to be fluid man’s you gotta be rooted
In order to be rooted dude you gotta spit proofless
You gotta spit proofless
The agile acrobat still smiles after damp rags
Apt to glide through trials half-blind like a batman
And I can’t rewind
But I can learn the stretchiest yoga on my free time
It doesn’t have to be the cobra
But I’m especially deadly with it since I quit soda
The 2pac of fruitful thoughts
Dueling with my entropy - bought zucchini for this broth
Watch me demonstrate mindfulness
Stay on top recycling dropping any bias
I have towards your vinyl picks
Cause music taste is too subjective
I go to therapy so I’m not so deceptive!
Fuck all this bullshit!
I’m trying to be the coolest!
Fuck all my bullshit!
The mirror looks so ghoulish!
I gotta do what buddhists do in order to be fluid!
Fuck all this bullshit!
I’m trying to be the coolest!
Disregard that all my passions seem to be so rootless!
Fuck all this bullshit!
I like to be this fruitless!
Let me throw a tantrum in a bathtub of my sewage!
In a bathtub of my sewage
Where I prove I’m really stupid
In order to be fluid means you gotta be rooted in order to be rooted
Dude you gotta spit proofless
You gotta spit proofless
You gotta spit proofless
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7. |
Self-Doubtro
01:41
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Estevan Muñoz New York, New York
Estevan Muñoz is a botched love spell eternally pregnant with his imagination. Born in Albuquerque but now residing in Portland, Estevan channels his perpetual dissatisfaction with nothing and everything into a mosaic of mediums quite typical of the attention-span obliterated millennial. Stay tuned for new music as he continues down his path of making love to his disappointments. ... more
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