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Square Peg
02:56
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I took time for your ethos
Collapsed in your naked eyes
Like spying new evils.
New words won't cover
Your status now.
Suit 'em up
To knock 'em down
Pull 'em up
Stand your ground
You're unique poise
Markets the sound
Shill for the feeling
of laybuying crowns
Your new seers are all fucking high
They still think 'bout the greens
The fumes out west speak with your chest
And out of the scene
Encourage no feeling
We're all tired of dying
For crumbs of the crop
What they won't give
So let's just take
What the fuck we want lets go
Rich pricks frayed and out in the cold
Put three pence up to knuckles of gold
All I need is one try
One try.
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2. |
Postmodern Snitch
03:18
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Oh I wish you wish you would
I always knew you could
Caught myself thinking that I love you
Then I remember what you book
'cus it's all going to your head
It's all heat up, play then run to the next
You'd rather be always right then right in the head
Open the till
Take what you lack
I don't work, I can't achieve
I'm all out of wack
You take what you want
You never give back
I'm all out of space
Go track down another
Tell 'em take it on faith
With all the places that you sour
Suffocating with the heat
Post like you'll take power
Your feels so rich
All wants, post modern snitch
All courts your threats so sweet
Your threats so sweet
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WATCH OUT!
04:03
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Not what you see
I'm a barely 6 foot shell
Packing my dreams cynical
Ever dooming the world
I heard you pray to the web, ironical shelter
Live as you larp, all your wants, helper skelter
I'll son you nothings til my head comes off
Cut from the cloth of your molotov.
Wheels up catch me rear view
Talk your shit you'll never see it through
Give a fuck how you disguise your views
Watch out
or get clocked off a feature
And i'm riding off my 20 views
Never seen you never heard your news
Fuck your standard do what I always do
Watch out
I'm coming for your neck like.
I'm sore and softer grunt would hate my case
Mind over mass affected every day
Told let it drift, cast the real away
Cyclical tracks, as much as I want
I'll never get that ideal back.
I'm dead outta money
Dead of disease
Dead of mistreatment
Friends of putting the gap to the wall and making it fiction
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4. |
Supergroup Demix
03:05
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This is the set!
The ship to the cap
You pulling out your cheque
Put your fists on the map
You came up wanting more
Pulled up through the mass
Rather have the means
The bull to your gassed out masters
Spin in place fuck your grace don't test
Don't want your money nor your blue blood cred
Watch where you step cheap tie round your neck
Go pull your bootstraps up like check
Call you up til you feel that check
Press the suit let it go to your head
The model male til ya end up dead
Don't stray off your mark.
One snap, your gold in my lap
You out here granting wishes put these issues on my back
Seen through your morals, your stance in the black
Like honest enemies, put knives in my sight like that.
Run to your digitised space
Don't think that's what you were forgetting
Can't break animal pace
Do what you want, steel boot to the head
Whitey wants his Ket trade back
50g streams and a fresh new pack
Plug your contact for a pat on the back
Sipping tea, on your porch with the mug on my lap
I thought you valued the humble
Or did you need some more space?
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5. |
motivational_speech.viv
01:49
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This is your time
This is your place
Take all your life
And take 'em down, with you
Don't you flinch don't back down
Make it your own
Fuck these angry little clowns
Take what you own
You don't need no ones protection
Your loved out here
It's time to recover
Fuck all the baggage claimed
Throw out the lover
Take that fire out your frame
Whatever you gain
Whatever you lose
Fuck whatever they say, your making move
Where here for the rest of your days.
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Full stop
Dead drops
Feel the grease on the page
Credit scammer
With no guap
Pictures Elon, but really a slave like
You wanna go to space
But your a few mil back in the race lad
How much can you pretend
That you don't really need the feds?
You wanna go to war
But you won't ever be paid
The way they are.
You drive different cars
Blame fiction
The men of money
We're never who you said
You talk diction
Block out the facts
With what you feel instead
You'd rather live like a page than be free
You'd rather hate when you could just be better
You'd rather spit on the publicly housed
You'd rather trust all the villains they out.
Ideals got your head so sore back up
Pull the crypto you won't ever get more I love it
You wanna feel so feel so pure like
Buy more liquor so you don't feel poor I got your number.
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7. |
Round 🕳
04:27
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When could you tell me i'm loved
Like the money does
I last felt safe in the back of a dream of Carrera
Forever
I heard 'em talking over shoulder
On the depths and out of time like
I don't belong out here right now
I don't belong out here, here i'm
Screaming curses like a soldier
I'd throw it all for peace of mind like
I don't belong out here right now
I don't belong
I'm all noise and pains out here
That nothing won't kill.
Oh aint it a luxury
You got your needs filled enough to be
Better than the rest of us
Meanwhile I can't salute myself
I think I need some help
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Inimata Newcastle, Australia
INI?
post electropunk-rap.
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The People That You Meet
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Everyone in this band is great. Love them.
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NY good lads
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Don't Be Confused (deluxe)
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love u baby bruh & taki
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