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no love above
02:21
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used to be
my best
was just "alright" for a little while
usually
detox fuck up on and off one thing
then once again
then i'll get on some other
i'll be on some other shit
done everything
every kind of crime
bled all the blood
every type of drug
every kind of love
except love for my self
under moon cook the spoon
nothings anything
till the phone rings
hello?
nah i ain't goin out tonight
what? i'm out of xans
ey but I got that other shit know what i mean
always got that
i called on god
he said
how did you get this number?
real quick: "is suicide murder?"
"bro, i don't fucking know.
why you asking me shit when you only answer to yourself?"
and i was like: "that's some shit i would say."
and he said: "ok then"
and hung up
hung up on a nigga, hey
on second thought i'm going out tonight
plus i'm too fucked up write
about this life of risk I lead
when i know it isn't right
schemes 3-D
troubles be knee deep
gettin' money but i'm
making my mother cry
no sense in beggin heaven
please please
if there's gonna be a love above,
i,
gotta love myself below for me
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2. |
where u at?
04:05
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market weak but the paper strong
shake the cops when the beams come on
hit the plug when the shit runs out
it's really not that deep
talk that good shit acting tough
said your cash be stacking up
but we don't be seein you
where u at?
are you really out here
are you really out here?
like that
no
you ain't even out here
like that
no
if the party life is work
then i must be a chef
cos the only time you see me
is when i'm serving
up that cocaine goulash
gourmet moon rock
mise en place
xanax gumdrops
red boy mushrooms in chocolate
if you fiendin then I got it
or I'm gonna get it
take the risk then profligate my profit
probably gon spend it on a bitch
that smokes shit harder than weed
keanu reeves, sandra bullock
in that one movie
i should find a good girl
but I need the bad pussy
the fluorescence of a tv screen
waiting on a fiend's text to ping
two shadows writhing in the darkness
this a special kind of hell that
I have yet to process
no one sees us
we are no one
you don't know us
swarm your warehouse
infect your nightclub
what we do is secret,
we like germs bruh
house party pestilence
doctors in residence
we are the sickness, the cure and medicine
at the same damn time,
we do the same damn lines
some of us are addicts make just enough
for the habit
out of place stone faced sharp eyed loners
aim ready steady fundraising in the time of corona
lights from the black and whites are our only opponents
the best part of waking up is us not the folgers
nightbody bring ambrosia
maintain composure
give you cold shoulder
if you don't bring me green cotton that could fold up
now
ask too many questions you get 5th degreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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3. |
brown recluse
03:55
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whatevers going on
it feels out of my hands
it's safer in my house
sorry everybody
but for real
I don't miss you
the sun is down
it's very late
my autumn leaves
are trembling
and I don't know why
i'm always like this:
a brown recluse
agoraphobic
in my head
spinning webs
made of threadbare noose x 2
no i
don't mind
if life
passes
me by
some times
i am
so mad
some one
could die
try to kick down my door:
you'll fuck around and find out
what authority means
means nothing to me
when i shoot it i won't miss you
i can't believe
what these chicken bones
and these tea leaves
are telling me
about the boot
on my neck
so i'm a brown recluse
agoraphobic
spinning webs
in a bed
made of threadbare noose
no i
don't mind
if life
passes
me by
it was going that way
anyway
some times
i am
so mad
some one
could die
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talk all that good shit
angry so anxious
but in your leisure time
pour concrete for masons
"you want a revolution
why don't you start it?
no pressure"
i would but i'm manic
i'm moody: depressive
poverty gave me PTSD
don't xpect shit from me
i ain't swervin' till we insurgents
you want that shit you gotta earn it
stop depending on some bernie
you worked the system and burned
ballot fails try the bullet
BANG
real power is taken
when the fuck you gonna learn
collecting unemployment is not
an actual labor strike
flip out at the mayor's house
and try and collect some SSI
instagram protest but yall ain't really done shit
exalting your own virtues cos you ain't really done shit
you ain't doing crimes you
ain't trying hard enough
the rich back the fuck up
the slugs bust the trust up
rob your fund, take your shit
just a wee bit of a dust up
these words are the composite sketch
of a post-modern hustler
IMF, DNC, GOP: Protect Your Neck
you're cordially invited to a riots
at the second estate
pharma lobby took your little mommy for a ride
landlord pressin' you for rent: you better stay polite
or better hope that stimulus is comin' on time
you gonna let all these white nationalist motherfuckers
have all the weapons,
they ain't really trying to talk shit out
so you better grab a AK today
you better mophin time into malcolm x with tech
martin luther king but you got that thang on you
streets are done bro
punk party crashed by the cops
black panthers slain by the OPS
bars closed
clean your nose
fuck all them niggas
aim all them weapons
pull all them triggers
put pressure on 'em
break em down to diamond dust
masato tanaka
yeah that's right
snatch this shit right up from under you
gimme my money
it's my shit anyway
i'm lupin
told u
i'm lupin
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50 open baggies sitting by the scale
future after hour rabble-rousers
form a drunk choir in the alley
under my window
cigarette smoke
signal fire my empire
metropolitan self-medication
caution to the winds of fate
by the grace of a dark god
would go I
by the grace of a dark god
I'd oblige
but all i got
is money to fold
& nothing to hold
my heart is cold
and I don't know
what to do
somber mood
nothing moves
no one speaks
i'm alone
everything's incomplete
when the plug don't come thru
at a loss
need that cash
need it quick
there's no life
and in the night
nothing breathes
i'm alone
everything's incomplete
when the plug don't come thru
suited up melancholy
chewing shrooms snorting molly
sipping coffee taaka bottle
watching ergo proxy
with the sound off
jay electronica raps about solomon
on magna carta holy grail holy hell
it's almost twelve
this nigga must be driving at a snails pace
said one hour and that was yesterday
i'd be pullin out my hair if i had any
but all this pushing
turned my bald black ass
into a motherfucking stress case
email, myspace
another text, facebook message
like a mervyn's commercial from 92
open open open open
where are you?
still waiting on the reup
what it do
waves of laughter grass on glass
noise on every corner no cops
have another drink yall crops
i need to harvest
i'm getting desperate
i shoulda definitely not
dipped into my own stock
sold a couple grams at .8
did a couple keys out 'em
i got a drug problem
nigga whatchu know bout it
never leave money on the table
get that shit while u able
never leave drugs on the table
snort that shit while there's highs to be got
don't really know if it matters or not
sunset on it's hands and knees
with an arched back looking back at me
waiting waiting waiting
my heart is cold
and I don't know
what to do
somber mood
nothing moves
no one speaks
i'm alone
everything's incomplete
when the plug don't come thru
at a loss
need that cash
need it quick
there's no life
and in the night
nothing breathes
i'm alone
everything's incomplete
when the plug don't come thru
here that nigga callin' now
finally gettin' back to me
what up fam i'm on my way
i'm at the gas station down the street
with a potent quotient
of those grape toned oceans
boats of ecstasy
sacks of ever green
plus some 2CB
an ounce of cola creme
hit the streets at 3
back by 6AM
and i'm dry again
this shit never ends
this shit never ends
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immortal nightbody Los Angeles, California
Immortal Nightbody is a Los Angeles native and rapper, singer, and producer whose work has been glowingly reviewed by Bandcamp Daily and KCRW.com. He combines vintage and modern drum sounds, lofi synth patches, and alt bass riffs with biting commentary contained in witty raps and goth-inflected singing. ... more
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