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Gucci Fur
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Cult 45
02:58
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Better and better than forever like
Some never never land lubbers Stressing the treasure
Box thought bent tryna find some kinda pleasure
Something to lessen the pressure, something better
And better and better than whatever’s in the hand
That three bird problem, that feather brained weather man
Vain as ever, playin the center of the steady cam
The ghost in the machine, the GOAT in the pentagram
can’t see past the ego, lost direction
Used to be hungry til we ate up all the breadcrumbs
Got indigestion, heart burnt out, stomach turned sour
Couldn’t stand the concessions, curb mouth
Fed up with the pretenders dressed as defenders
Costume cadets spaced out, chasing the cheddar
They say it makes it better and better is deceptive
Cause what is better but a simple shift in perspective
Pick up the phone, pick up the pace, pick your bones
Pick a position and stand by that shit, let em know
It’s not getting better, not by any stretch of Pinnochio’s
Deviated septum, don’t abbreviate the question
Its the beginning of a long conversation in the trenches
Are you a soldier of fortune or a warmer of benches
Do you have skin in the game cause you’re sick of the same
excuses like tear gas, trading bricks for grenades
Get control, use your illusion, flex the mirage
Wake up from the nightmare, connect the dots
To get the bigger picture you gotta turn the TV off
And answer the call ——
The pent up aggression, the vent, the steam that powers the engine
The dreams we defend in the face of real offenses
Good intentions paved the way to indiscretions
Now Insurrections, and the revolution being internetted
The cities will burn til they learn, the first and last purge
Of the pasture, we need more black sheep in the damn herd
You can’t hear me, I’m on my last nerve, so
Just tighten your blindfold and march off the edge of your flat earth
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I been a bearer of bad tidings
Chidings, titanic capsizings, and apocalypse horse bridle bitings
Sometimes you gotta face the conductors wand,
and if the music don’t soothe you just move the fuck on
Life ain’t supposed to be easy. If it was we’d always be sleepy
bored as sheep waiting to get eaten.
I seen em on the front lines
The type of fighters known to hide behind a sign reppin witty one liners
Feelin safe because their armors a couple shades lighter
The type to do the dance and never pay the piper
Fragile agitators catching selfies then they’re catching vapors
Pack up your sag cards, cut all the day players
Bad actors can’t hack it, oscars so white, imposters are back at it
Soon as we turn our backs on em, tryna
Play us as possums, but we got em where we want em
Pushing back til we resurrect the fallen
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Unhand me.
Leave my tongue in tact
Let’s discuss the facts
Puzzle for the huddled mass
Now Check the muzzle flash
Train our sites on that
Point and click attack, type swift
Triggered by chicken scratch
Let the kids empty clips and clap
back back back
We want a different class
We want a hypnotist
A synthesis a rhythm track
A wisdom hack
Like visions barely living imprisoned among these bewitched civilians
It’s like being beached with Wilson
Mirages given god status now I’m losing my religion
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Accountant
01:33
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Balancing Act
02:13
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Influencer Influenza
03:32
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#Dislike
00:40
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The mask I wear doesn’t weaken me, I’m not hiding behind it
it keeps the reaper out my vicinity fam
Headlines sum it up indecently
And lives are on the lines that the blind refuse to read between
Damn
It’s common decency
like covering your face when you sneeze at me
It’s not a scarlet letter to tar and feather, scar and fetter
And it’s not a symbolic gesture to steer the sheep
Critical think to find the pivotal link til we hit critical mass
The physical task to find shit that don’t stink from a political ass
Now I got nothing against tryna be holistic but part of that
Is knowing the role we play in the whole system
It aint a vacuum, and with the divine as my witness
Don’t try to tell me science ain’t a benediction
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Wypipo
03:39
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Whypeople say that racism doesn’t exist. That it’s a myth.
It’s a beast best left out in the mist out of sight out of vision
Waipepo teach that when slavery ended so did persecution,
and illegal detentions, lynchings and executions. Waipepo
hate when you mention the wealth of this nation was
built off of slavery and indigenous population annihilation
Waipepo prefer to imagine waipepo bravery, waipepo victory,
waipepo agency, Waipepo savior dreams
Waipepo
hate it when statues of racist men get taken down
and replaced with memorials for the people they massacred
Waipepo would rather keep them as ambassadors,
symbols of a racist history they canonize and pander to
Waipepo say black folk can be racist too, that it’s
better not to see color, that it’s better to play the fool Than face the
truth, conversate about perspectives they ain’t endured, because they
know better, they wrote history so they get to make the rules / dictate the truth
Wypipo do all this racist shit. It makes me sick. Cause I’m white but I’m not like them - My patience thins
I would hate to think I was racist, I mean I would hate to think
V2 ::
Waipepo got all sorts of statistics abused and misshapen to
prop up their defensive tactics and exculpatory statements
To prove black people are brutes and guilty for their own situation
As if a history of redlining and segregation Doesn’t weigh into the equation
Waipepo absolve themselves of any historical association
with a system which prioritizes our needs and safety
Waipepo say all lives matter as if that was in question but it’s offensive
Because black lives continue to be ended in the streets by white officers weapons
I’m not saying I’m perfect. That racism isn’t
something I have no stakes in. That I’ve escaped it.
I’m just at a point where I'm less uncomfortable having the conversation -
I don’t want to be called racist either
And for awhile that fear kept me in the safety of the bleachers
Out of the line of fire, a cheerleader, a dumb witness
Until I realized that the choice not to play was my privilege
I’ve debated semantics with the wypipo in my family,
Conversations taxing me Like climbing the cliffs of insanity
see? I’m doing the work Slowly dismantling, unraveling
the grasp White Supremacy has on them and on me
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Wakey Wakey
00:55
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Brain Freezer
01:48
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Migraine Minded
03:05
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My head hurts
working on My dependency
the human centipede Sick of sucking up to
All my best enemies with Deaf pleasantries
Peddled to a pack of rabid pedigrees
I
Network these polluted ponds and lakes
Still can’t find a peace of mind or escape
May Day, stay blazed, blahze phrase
Dominate air waves and playlist saves
Hm
Come to think of it the weakest link complex
is outdated, the crowd hates it. And
I never sacrificed the vaguest vision to the
Vicious gods of any ancient religion or mad matrix
I may be migraine minded, a high plains tyrant
Poppin ibuprofen, acetaminophen syphon
To dull the dementia and choruses of sirens
Cause sleeping aint an option when my people wanna riot
So is it carpe diem or carpe diamonds?
We can parlay science or part ways violent
Mark my silence, since all the circuits got shorted
Mission aborted, peep the milk carton portrait
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Words aint worth what they used to be
Dollars to doughnuts, cheese and charcuterie
Mangle grammer, poetic bufoonery
Now I dream in emojis cartoonish mutiny
Text and snap, you can tweet my eulogy
Archive my soul in the cloud computing me
Put a laugh track on a break beat loop
And a pair of silver dollars on my baby blues
To pay the ferryman, and lift allegations
Erase the evidence of faulty proclamation
Cancel the pixel parade, obscure the hate
If you’re gonna tie my hands, might as well blur my face
It’s a burn that won’t heal, the never ending red line
It’s the same old story, its past my bedtime
It’s a media circus, a worthless purchase
And the truth aint as heavy as a headline
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Excorgasm
00:41
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brokeMC Brooklyn, New York
Since 2005, brokeMC has been an innovator of the Indie NYC rap scene. Releasing five solo albums, collaborating on three
albums with the famous MINDSpray Crew, and countless other cameos and contributions, he is a prolific creative force and active supporter of the NYC music community.
brokeMC believes in revolutions of heart and mind, expansion of soul and spirit, and evolution of perception.
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