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1. |
pull the cable. (mon)
03:41
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I miss the novelty of youth with much fondness,
I'll read a non fiction on cod fish cause it's honest,
zip up ya lip & wallet witnessing the impoverished,
but hey man, atleast I'm honest, right?
I just wanna unravel in travels,
this ratholes a battle,
im not content grazing up with the cattle,
you make a lot of noise when you fumble with ya coins
you make allot of noise with you fumbling ya loins
sick silly stupid scourdals by the pound full
the cost will be about 83 Crown Jewels,
so become a burglar or be intruded by bargains,
the spells caster controls you with convoluted jargon,
welcome to planet with polluted farming,
a couple million disregarded starving marvins,
im not laughing my way to the piggy bank,
I live in rigsby's stank,
drinking all drinks that give your kidney a shank,
seasoning all over the varnished coffee table,
every evening question if I froth at the mouth for a label,
I'm not able to stay stable,
all my decisions feel weighty as if this is fable,
I think I choose to pull the cable
to pull the cable,
pull the cable,
can you find my shoddy stitching that has loose seams,
can you hide my body's twitching and goofball schemes,
can you check if my hearts connected to a machine,
can you tell my arts directed to be cut mid sce-
switching focus from the loose chumps who amuse trump,
to brewing up raps that give me goosebumps,
now whose got the funk? and whose got a soul?
should I remove my eye gunk or should blow up a beach ball,
trying reach all,
with a rapping pattern,
call it a teacher tool,
old school clapping fashion,
for the discipline lacking,
practising fractions,
gigging down the train tracks,
not knowing what their brain lacked,
the critical cynicism,
the awareness of a not quite literal prison,
attacking it with the pinnacle of lyricism,
not smitten with every decision,
but I'm spitting my written, it's a living
to pull the cable,
pull the cable,
can you find my shoddy stitching that has loose seams,
can you hide my body's twitching and goofball schemes,
can you check if my hearts connected to a machine,
can you tell my arts directed to be cut mid sce-
sitting on my ass when I should find a damn job,
a dang slob,
just wants to make his wang bob,
damn dog,
need money to wrap my sausages in ham hog,
but no one ever buys my canned smog,
I burn so much herbal to create a full aroma,
and yet you still say my business is for loner stoners,
with no one to treat their pipe dreams as wishes,
no one to share with a cone or kingfisher,
I provide dirt to replant your bulba,
I provide smirks to reassess your soldiers,
so how do I not qualify for this position,
I've got a disposition for giving, did you listen?
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2. |
foundation (tues)
03:14
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apparently go to Norway for foreplay,
aboard hate & confirm that we're all safe,
standing away doorways,
because I'm hesitant,
plucking through feather to skin,
with a clever grin,
my attempt at being benevolent.
scuff the shoes like there's nothing to lose,
buckle up youth or get hustled for ya front tooth,
right from under ya gum roof,
ya mouth hole so doubtful shouts out bashful irrational,
like a dumb spoof, it's always fun aloof,
and it's always a bummer truth,
it can't be undone once the sleuth is loose,
it can't be undone, it can't be dismissed,
it can't be shouldered back together
once is crumbles between your fingertips,
everyone expects me to lick my lips at the singer hips,
or to trip when the pingers hit,
my foundation isn't built on hesitation,
my foundation isn't built on hesitation,
unleashing the mantra,
up the am like a farmer,
reading up on karma, sutra
here to improve the future,
of my bang bangs,
sucking up ya life call me party pooper,
with ya dang fangs
my foundation isn't built on hesitation,
my foundation isn't built on hesitation,
unleashing the mantra,
spitting like a horny Lamah,
like I ain't here to harm her, I'm calmer,
knowing that I am drama, attic,
for the crafting performance in paddock
speaking with laughing,
the habits of an addict,
halving my magic to spit verses of mattress fabric,
laying back knowing full well that i'm starving.
I guess that's territory I'm meant to build paths in,
carve a happy mask in, thinking i'm soul farming
impatient like Jerry in a game of golf tryna lose two strokew,
i dream that the house is engulfed while I snooze through the smoke,
flick on a monsoon of amine toon poon or boom boom
to doom’s tune in ya big boy bedroom
I heard them call me stupid, what?
I heard call me useless, what?
you can call me stupid, i know it's useless to disprove it
im too quick to judge,
that's why my lyrics are smudged,
isn't that sweetness,
you feel that between us,
isn't that sweetness,
you feet that between us,
smells just like peaches,
my guess?
it's that sweetness,
tasty groovy delicious,
rudey nudey followed up by being snoozy,
should be fictitious, but nope it's reality,
not a fallacy,
feeling like a round wee sultan feet up in a home rather palacey,
check out the spark when lick each others battery,
the flattery ain't mandatory,
but I'm in it writing bout our glory in another story,
your old books look dusty written by anyone before me,
slash the awfully ordinary,
the non naughty dorky at forty,
oh lawdy the type to bore thee with embroidery,
it's all love to shawty
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make another meme highlighting your ignorance,
scoff up your mince laughing at pigments,
your sheepskin coats magnifies that you're dense,
or maybe that was when you rated someone's entire being a six tenths, down and out but partaking in the down and dirty,
clouded with doubt I'm forsaking the clown's need to be wordy,
I've found seeds be spurting rounds this time of rotation,
I've found fleas be a burden round the grime of this plantation,
being 19 is insane frustration,
being a fiend has my brain spacing,
the world is obscene with its pain affiliation,
I just cough out my spline at the train station,
I lack pride, presence and patience,
stinking up w/ homemade perfume labeled a poopy fragrance,
my spirit be like a rest home full of a moody ancients,
on death row how'd you not hear the chain clinks,
tight manacles you'd hope their veins shrinks,
but remember not what the sane thinks,
civilians or some villains, making billions on gun killings,
victims blood spilling dropping their wage of 2 shillings
damn dude you like to sabotage
damn dude you know you're not in charge
damn dude you vision is a mirage,
damn dude don't tell me to enguard,
?'s dope verse.
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4. |
wooden (thurs)
01:34
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I am the wooden knight,
with a stick sword i fight in some dick's war,
I AM THE WOODENWARRIOR,
here to pummel ya with plenty of magnitude,
I AM THE WOODEN ASSASSIN,
so don't be sassin' or get ya ass tossed in the trash bin
I AM THE WOODEN ROUGE,
i may have little hands but,
i know my self worth, i know my self worth, I know my self worth,
I know my self.
I brought,
homemade rap jams, like mums afghans,
spit a fact on the track and hope you go get your ct scans,
these fat mans, like to dissect then reject everything with their intellect,
not realising that’s a rat’s plan,
best believe that i got your loop on,
rap from the futon about the dirty dishes or the curvy mrs,
best believe i got that kfc coupon,
best believe I’m yet to say shit bout grey poupon,
I just wanna get higher, takedown the entire empire, tell ya squire,
imma storm ya on the water, slaughter ya daughter,
have you feel guilt for those times that you sorta ignored her,
first order? no more boarder.
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5. |
slight meltdown (fri)
03:46
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I'm laughing at myself the family joke,
tears of delusion as I wrap a rope round my throat,
this is a rap song no one will hear,
not till I choke and croak,
as of now im about as significant as smoke in the air,
throat like savannah when a cute girl proceeds to eat a banana, introducing myself is a edge of seat drama,
I'm anxious but as soon as I get a laugh the pressures vanishes,
as if I'm the handsomest ,
this demands some sort of kiss,
I'm faking some confidence and relying on my pretty face,
hope she's prefers a pretty plate to the tasty taste,
my potentials going to waste...
atleast that's how the lecture goes,
when the principal declare whose good enough for the honour role,
and that's mandatory,
each year they write the same story
and each year there is a depressed kid smashing forties,
our washing machine cycle is boring
therefore I'm yawning
scratching my balls as I think of some place worth exploring,
never coughed up an answer,
just coughed up a medieval lancer
to penetrate any opposing armour,
I'm riddled with consistent reminder of oh shit karma,
reasons why I should be a faraway farmer,
perhaps even gardener,
for now ill penny pinch the poor,
buy a daedric sword
and act as if I'm the dashing face to my countries sport,
redbull oughta sponsor,
I often ponder,
if it's jackie chan or Bruce lee that I find fonder,
read ya spell books kids you won't believe what you could conjure,
lots of gorgeous girls never cross my mental pattern,
but one peeped in and ever since I've been brain lapsing,
wishing she'd walk back is some train track collision action,
but I mustn't count my eggs before they're hatching
what's the difference between being right or wrong,
you're perception is what it is,
believe me, the world's New York and im King Kong,
the worms nibble up the vacant blackbird,
your burns sizzle up this lament track verse, i
m here to get my ass served,
only to get cursed for forgetting passwords,
I feel the pain in my dads hurt,
I heal up insane with sad smirks,
flick through a photo album of yo alchy selfies,
you're keeping it real as a pouty valkyrie,
pass the cone please, till my nosebleeds,
let's start a charity for clarity,
and let the proceeds, reach no police
like a parody they're for hilarity,
then again my brain froze during comatose,
this is a toast to the likeminded morose,
the frumpy underclass is treated like crunchy grass,
for the happy and sad times, wrap it with a rad rhyme,
I’m a big brained bozo mojo JoJo,
to concerned with burning up the ozone,
oh shit, i spilt milk over my silk quilt,
just another butterfingers
with banging bunny features,
make up for it with that cunny-lingus,
intrusive and armed with a full clip
to spit out bitter bullshit,
it's the wannabe cool kid,
the yellow toothed doofus,
thinks he helps when he draws a crude fish,
on the shopping food list,
useless,
the concave ass profit, that's makes none of it for the wallet, questioning if it's all predetermined when chilling w/ Gromit,
just listens to vomit spit but actual acknowledge it
yes it'd be rad if I wrote raps comprehensible,
yes it'd be sweet if I drove my soul more sensible,
yes it'd be cool if I conveyed more friendly energy,
yes it'd be swell if I swayed my deadly enemies,
yes it'd be sick if I wasn't stuck in a time lapse,
yes it'd be dope to fix my mind cracks with wine sacks,
yes it'd be good to not feel so dull and insignificant,
yes it'd be great to fill up this lull with no more giving in,
it's all just take outs & makes out,
and marmite chip sammies,
you could say, that I'm bread fed,
getting bed head shackled in the chamber,
I'm a stranger to some,
but endangered to none,
just another teen bobbing it's bum till it cums,
except I'm not an adolescent,
I’m a penny pinching peasant
trying to remain present
with these flows gushing out my ears eyes and nose, l
ike oh here's he goes,
oaky isn't quite okay, smoking away the disarray to pray for better days
ya hear that?
oaky isn't quite okay, smoking away the disarray to pray for better days
ya got it?
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6. |
soapy suds (sat)
04:25
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it started off shaky,
for the angsty song bird spitting long words
for the sick & resting coroner
a human being not a foreigner,
I wish I could astonish her,
with honest verbs that don't make her feel fleshy,
it doesn't have to be messy if she doesn't accept me,
choices are choices and fuck faking ectasy,
everyone knows I'm next to be, king,
and everyone knows
I'm next to be,
a modern day slave,
pave the way to the man made grave
I'm out and down guzzling like a booze hound,
mumbling about the true sound,
this is what the youth found, it's,
more depression, less progression, more unnecessary stressing,
the television listens to our confessions,
blessings to any who feel the essence,
peasants unite to destroy unpleasant presence,
its always written under the glow of the heavens crescent,
it's runs like water after the seventh session,
and I ain't guessing,
you could say I'm knowing,
but you wouldn't make any sense,
would it?
trying my best to remain intentional,
not using my testicles as wrecking balls,
and it can't just be eventual,
that the festival always ends up less dimensional,
it's doesn't have to be messy if she doesn't accept me, choices are choices and fuck faking ectasy, everyone knows I'm next to be, king, I'm next to be, a modern day slave, pave the way to the man made grave
wet monkey bars and slippery slides,
that’s the best time to hide inside
disregarded red eyed lab rat,
now other rodents dip and dive up in ya ass crack,
oh that's a tad crass, I'm been a bad spas,
don't expect me to spit w/ any pazaz,
my sneakers wore thin with the speakers plugged in,
I feel drugged again, something comforting,
never claimed to be a rap aficionado,
if anything I'm a fish among sharks bro,
drowning in unreleased discography,
but doubt sits in on my recordings w/ zero apologies,
no eye contact till we deceased misogyny,
time to recognise the pharaoh's dishonesty,
how about we dethrone,
or just listen to me moan,
I get anxious replying to online messages,
no comfort in my existence unlike ya local Methodist,
dissect things down to the nitty gritty,
so deflated trying claim it as creativity,
just another bug going kaplat on the windscreen,
another rapper falling flat under category indie,
dancing sorta gawky in front of the webcam,
trying to impress a shawty with a joke so dead pan,
pondered a great escape to a heavenly estate,
really buying into fate as smoking pot thinking I could levitate,
but I've still never picked you flowers,
daytime snooze wishing I had jujitsu powers,
like those dudes who seemly have all the moves,
they never cruise to marinate in their blues,
it's all throat chop this, spinning heel kick that,
as if they don't need inspiration, from real sick raps,
beer in the shower, in there for an hour,
repair my soul power, with a beer in the shower.
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7. |
murderer (sun)
02:44
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dusty dusks & musty muffs,
two timing with spooning & rhyming,
sneaking behind em
escaping to isolation island,
self installed confinement,
only place i'm vibing
unequip and built with many fragile bits,
got ailments of alienating myself when i purchase trail mix,
if I'm you & you're me,
look at shit that way,
perhaps you'll understand equality,
the need for hierarchy is malarkey,
we need the smarty, the artsy and most importantly the hearty,
and that's like in touch,
not like manly and such
not how well you can punch or crunch,
or perhaps I'm just a dunce like runt
and you know i can see that
and you know i can see see see
I hope I'm coping at the opening,
and not distracted while the smoke king throat sings,
puffing enough to add another layer to the haunted woods,
cuffed thanks to huff arrested for flaunted goods,
pop on a podcast parallel with the poolside,
freak flag at high mast until I step off this cool ride,
and that could be any moment,
at a click the finger,
I wonder if ill note the omen
or let my shtick linger,
cause I'm fiend for a couple of toms then a cymbal,
others seem fixed on dropping bombs like popping pimples
damn.
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oaky Auckland, New Zealand
weary eyed poet who wants to be welcoming
soundcloud.com/oakytreeraps
www.facebook.com/oakstreeraps
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