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Caught Off Guard
04:23
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I brought you in no fear of agony
a fifth of hennesy a block noose, waitin tradgedy
belived in fate free will was the illusion
stone cold something stiff rigor neck contusion
that's a bruisin' wrist cuts never choosin
spit blood in the mud my face cowled in delusion
that's it a long road from the worry and the grief
held chief the belief there could never be a better me
but there's a better me fuck there better be
I didn't rise from this gut wrench for a fuckin' C
I didnt rise from this gut wrench for average
I didnt kill the old kid on just a bad trip
I didn't stop acting for years on just a waste of time
I didn't blow off my friends to never change your mind
but it's never worth it if it isnt hard
this match was always perfect but i was caught off gaurd
it's never taught to us when we're kids
if there is joy there is sorrow and that's some truthfull shit
I broke barriers wherever I could
but shone stress and vexxing hexes call this lady a pud
call this woman a fool and empty shells in the flesh
this empty shell sizzles cool and still the scalding is fresh
studying thesauruses to make her proud.
i saw her bloodied in the forest with no one around
except me. and her
knife sheathed. rage cured
my pain and agony it melts away inside of me
the warmt of her embrace the complexities of monotony
I regret what I said I didn't know my place
I was young and so foolish to spit into her face
this blood pact that I share with the pen
this heart racked with the choices that my hands will defend
and my voice is a monster and my words are the blades
and her life is my essence I can never abstain
the cold broth and talk soft is over and I'm over it
truth is all I want to speak a moment as a soloist
this woman she has scorned me as I've scorned her as well
but she keeps my soul warm and that's a thing you cant sell
for she is art beauty essence and the reason for heart
and anyone who fell with her are always caught off gaurd
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Unnamed
04:41
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born in november but I'll never be falling
I wanna keep my shit blunt like I'm asher or donald
I know it, I'm kinda mediocre im good at nerd poker
I need a pole smoker feelin lonely night toker
my soul is old like the magazines at the doctors
Still can bust a phat rap and jock your fucking stockins
Soul flow cuz i can feel it in my gut
cold homey like the shit I ate for lunch
working like i'm fuckin normal
but damn I know I'm meant to be immortal
Yeah I get I'm cockier than ron J
but I spit it and fuck beats with a rap play
Its that Deep Talker, Fly folk
So Creep on your girl my head is radio
So weird I should be worshipped by hipsters
But on my vintage mischief shit lyrical twister
Silence at most of the social gathering
take that liquid courage and my tongue it starts waggering
you catch me into my style rapping to funk beats
welcome the the deep mothefucker I'm on top of things
and a slick dancer
I'll keep my enigine runnin up untill I get cancer
My sole motive is potent raps with a new sound
my wish is you all feelin it when I throw down
but you cant pleased em all
I never needed to, I do need alcohol
To cut loose and cope with all this conflict
an hopefully keep a conscience
I wanna make my decisions based on a level ground
But only know the voices in my head
Look, its tyler B, you know we lov im now
but would you really give a fuck if I was dead
I wanna crawl in a corner and sit in solitude
but my actions ar catastophic in magnitude
I always seem to have a part in something fucking up
I kinda think it might be me thats ruining us
But I'm only who I am
I do the best I can and hopefully be a man
or something close to it
but lord knows I wont be a regular poster kid
MElatonin for the days that are too long
brain function ceases when I'm reaching for that bong
So, that wy I rarely do it, its cuz its not for me
I'm only barely through it, my young hypocracy
I talk a lot about my thoughts in conflict
I hate the way I think but yet I think I'm the bomb shit
my palm slipped off the gun, I guess its god's god gift
but I'm not sure I believe so, I cant find it
The meaning of all the talking and all the wishing
the ceasing of all my limbs lost in the mission
Should I do good or bad? what of the gray parts
DOnt wanna be a dad, But I need some heart
I could call ma-ti but I don't think he'd pick up
cuz even he dont wanna cheapen his speakas uh
I guess the fire is enough for me
Write music till my brain numbs, finally free
Im unnamed and Untamed and so crazed
I cant even describe myself in one way
I'm pretty the bold nature of entertainment
might very well leave me dead and hanging
But as long as Im alive,
I can only hope there's a reason
and when I finally die
I'm holding out for next season
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Poetry
03:15
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I'm agnostic just like winger may as well call me a laziest
Slurpin' dr. P still more committed than a crazy bitch
Not reppin shit like cannibis, I'm sick, baby just ask the kids
Who bump my music, screamin fuck the money! With a herpe dick
Clear into dpoeness, always messin with em,
But like a dumbbell I'm always repping with em
Sybliminal mind play yo, phychic like doc strange oh,
I guess I'm too tame to make it in the rap game
Shit... I wish I'd known fron the start
I wouldn't stress on the beat, no point perfecting the art
But on the real the stress got the best my besty friend
He's thinking he's better just quitting, givin up on the mic stand
Damn, and after years he spent perfecting his craft
Becoming one of the last men to mean what raps
And its a shame how the good ones never get a lick of fame
and end up faded and jaded, man, damn what a shame
This poetry provoking me my rhymes they lack in subtlety
I keep it fresh like summer's eve
Spittin spackle poetry
This poetry provoking me my rhymes they lack in subtlety
But stay the course, best the heat cuz poetry is what they need
Feelin world-weary, from writing all this poetry
Dark mind find the edgar allen poe in me
No sympathy, not for the wicked
No rest I guess I'll sleep when I kick it
This is simple shit and dawg I'm just amnipulating
Rackin brain like frankenstein my memories are contemplating
This business, this bullshit,
Can't find the art, because the industy is sickened
Now rap is dying and the haters won't admit to it
But most the rappers out there suck more dick than kim kardashian,
The game needs a change, but just a little fix
Like a leader of the pack who spits good shit.
Not that bullshit, not the honey shit
Not the stupids shit and no, not the money shit
Cuz there's do much that you can say with just your word and a beat, repping american poetry, mc deep
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