4.18-19.22. shit, i dunno..
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i just transcribed the lyrics (9.3.22)... we live in a very language-aware time right now. i've mainly tried to bulldoze into inappropriate words (see werewolf) and present unsettling ideas (cutest cousin), not only to shine a light on the hypocracy of "cancel culture" (it's not the words and ideas in an absolute sense that are problematic, but the presenter of the ideas/context). i'm not here to go into that. but i did notice that during the freestyle in this song where i get into the "digital midget/digital giant" part that i became a bit uncomfortable with the fact that i didn't indicate the "value"-bias there. obviously, regardless of stature, people have the same intrinsic value as sentient beings. did i mention that i'm 6'1". dig around for my email address if you wanna "discuss" my bad behavior, or find me on tindr.
lyrics
yeah that’s that real shit
that down south feel that shit ‘suff
they said if you’re flartin
doesn’t agree with your body
but my laughing agrees with this rhyming
i can’t believe you came here to listen to a song called groan
aren’t you a grown-ass homosapien
acting alien on the planet, damnit
i can’t believe he came with a rhyme like this
but i did, but i did
it’s dry as fuck
right-click delete repeat
i’m falling for everything i see on the screen these days
deep in a haze
riding around the town with my shades on
cause the sun’s so bright
making my face get wrinkled up like i was turning 45
that’s five years from now, clown
i’m still young and mad and fine and in my prime
cause i be dropping that rhyme
rite
and i bang on thangs like your girl
with the diamond wrang
yeah i bang on her too
she’s sangin thing one and thing two up on her chin
danglin
strange, what did he mean by that
i just meant that she was on my jack
and it wasn’t wack
your girl is my music
that’s why i leave the brown blueprint on her
that dookie stain that dookie stain
do you think it’s gross
does it make you wanna vomit no
i didn’t think so
cause you know i be rubbing that afro
down south with my mouth
and you know you’re just gonna hit it
after you get cummin
home from the bar soused off a couple of cocktails with the homies from the work
twerkin butt naked, me and your girl getting flaky
you wonder what that smell of sweat was
that was me on your girl, cuz
it’s so fuckin’ silly but it’s fun to rap aboutin’ in’it
you could believe it or you could just dismiss it
but you know the thing about whiff trophy is jizz
i know i’m such a bitch
you’re listening to a song called grown, grown-ass man or woman
shit, would i call names out on the track like this
maybe i would christopher columbus
i can’t believe you celebrate that holiday
motherfuckin’ bullshit
celebrate the pagan way
celebrate when the sun rises and the sun sets
and the eclipses and the comets are on us
pressin’ down like can you even believe the immensity of the cosmos at night
the distance your eyes can see is so tiny
i’m not trying to talk down on ya
cause the universe is already talking down hard on us
pressed together neckin when your man was down at the checkers drinkin
i’m just kiddin
i’m sinkin’ my balls deep into your girl y’all
always whiff trophy cuttin’ up
it doesn’t see the thing is it doesn’t matter
that’s why i rap about that bland shit
cause i’m just trying to point out that sex is friendship
it’s just a privilege for people who are trusted enough to come in
clappin’ nuts on the butts slappin’
it’s all a metaphor for just interactin’, listenin’
being present in the moment
honing in, being honest
that’s a play on words for your visual
cause i think like that
i’m the digital midget, right
no, i’m the digital giant
see i did it again
but i’m not just trying to flaunt like i know a lotta shit
it’s so dumb the rhymes are just hammy as nads
but the jams isn’t bad
it’s gonna be over in a second so i’m gonna take a sip of beer and just rap off the top of my dome
click if you stay with me
whiff trophy live stream
sike, turn on your high beams
lemme try to rap for ya
the amount of privilege that i derive for rapping on wax is un-mesurable in terrestrial facts
too complex
the matrix is too algorythmic
that’s why we can’t grasp it with our mind
cause it’s too complicated, sated
from listening to rhymes
feels better when there’s a beat
but if you’re here you can feel the beat in your heart cause
i rapped about art earlier when it wasn’t on record
the recording takes the soul out of things
and that’s why i do my tracks like this
so it’ll ring in the cerebrum way deep
making the chakras vibrate
makin’
so i’ve come back for it
lemme crank that on so i can hear it in my ears
and feel it reel
can you believe in that
you gonna let me rhyme on this
yes
lemme rhyme on it for the last little bit y’all
i still got a dancefloor platter goin
i hear a pitter-patter in your bones
i always come back to rhyming about your body
cause it turns me on so much
gets me feelin not that n- word but that get-in-ya
i don’t wanna talk anymore
i just wanna get in ya
on the floor
oh that’s the ice machine
yeah, i mean you know i gotta record my songs in a room with an ice machine so it doesn’t get too hot, right
who keep it cool
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