ORE VENDORS lyrics

ORE VENDORS

Pickaxe matchstick ore, more ore, 

Pick up gaseous ore, more 

hold up

Slave state

It's hard to light a match in shackles 

Slave mate

It's hard to love while losing battles

 Flame plate

Balance a pork wing on the magma 

Slave state

Chains my wrists look like two saturns 

Get me out of here I'm data feared of access to the passwords we need change at least 2 symbols in a saucer

And feed it to the cat with an eighth a cup of milk 

If I place your items back will you wane your bitter ills?

Please

Just calm down

It's not all that all bad 

When I wish them a good day I'm taken as offhand 

And I dunno why

I guess I'm the typa different socially guy

In death I comply jest to the ply it's hard to boogie with hands tied in slave state 

It's hard to light a match in shackles 

Slave mate

It's hard to love while losing battles

 Flame plate

Balance a pork wing on the magma 

Slave state

Serpent's Servant to regurgitate data 

Sheep for slaughter 

sleep tomorrow 

eat their sorrow  

only the good get to leave their harrow 

blacksmith Armour

past tense charter 

passed before your birth ensures you tack all worth to faux alma mater 

That's not all I'm fond of 

I'm willing to grant you sawdust 

If you get me up out of this office

Cuz I'll be here like plastics

If this plan don't go fantastic

Tonight I bust out of the shackles

And bust through the walls of the castle 

And go out like matchsticks 

You won't make it without my tactics 

They replay on your last breath 

Repeat exactly what you just said and add that it was their epiphany 

You kidding me? Add shit to shit that we endure 

hold up

What do you know about it 

I am extreme low amount

BacKnowledge in my REM 

Tarnished pennies in the sofa now 

See me  tossed off

Blurring my talk off 

Is it my hand like Southpaw 

Or a flame intent hot sauce ?

I feel it but that's not at all causality 

But it's my best attempt to try to explain all this naturally 

I look around and see society a smoker's atrophy  

With each individual suffering the loneliest tragedies  

Slave shift day end and don't know which is worse 

Goodnight, sweet dreams, okay it's time to go to work

Get up, get your boots on

Transform sleeping giant to conform like a futon 

Sign your hands and feet away Adorned in a Stupor 

Completely forgot about your plans for a loophole 

(Hard to light a match in shackles)

Perplex Lyrics

She spends her day just tryna make a Cutthroat 

Stop all the ways he is always tryna fuck her..

She tells him "I am not your lover,

You are not entitled to me, and not another"

But he doesn't listen 

nothin hittin 

doesn't get it 

hugs the victim 

funnily sums the position

Utterly dumps in his diction 

robbery runs when it's finished 

Charity runs for his dinner 

And doesn't  help with the dishes 

(Get my name there

Written in the flame there,

Tell me, is the game fair?

Tell me at our date ma'am 

Save complaints for later, 

I'm busy fucking you over,

I can't concentrate here,

Ill address it on Facebook)

(So please shut up now, I've done all I can but love, now. 

You can huff and puff and house down,

Actually... that's my job now.)

Bias Lyrics

All this got me Lop (liver/lung older pores) sided when I try to find a sliver of an open door

I ain't stop to think if I bring in soldier wars "try me" well then blimey I'd be fucked if I didn't know what they're for

Double vision comes in fours 

Brainwash, inebriated, before bias, after narcissistic lore 

Throw my Darwin out the door

Push my darlin' to the floor morph a hypoc'''' Bastard Parsimonisaur  

Confirmation bias is inside me parasitic pathogen with pluvian acid PET 

Surveys, surgery forays. factual porridge before I perform More days

Same mouths that suckled silver spoon announce I ween to better job

Cornea refract doom and sunken sockets his rotted orbit looming while I laugh it off 

Like I can pawn this package off while watched like Andrey Sakharov 

I don't think that'll happen dawg. 

Like centennial of Asimov's robotics or Orwell novels

Time'll tell more than foresight models 

As for my knowledge, I get frustrated often that our pay is so sparse, "better job" is farce

They got it given them and tell us it's not that hard

Kun Matada sop (if I hung for my words)

Finding when I try to find a sliver of an open door

I just stop and think need a crew like polymers

"Try me" well then blimey id be fucked if I'm the only one aboard 

'Humble' ingrates come in hordes 

Brainwashed, inebriated, all are biased with their narcissistic lore    

Throw my Darwin out the door

Push my darlin' to the floor morph a hypoc'''' Bastard Parsimonisaur

Confirmation bias is inside you parasitic pathogen with pluvian acid Interlude 

Storage surgery forays.  factual porridge before you perform a spittle tooth

Deck me Defamation when I spook your incantations deal and delegate a tactile oxymoron, moron [(hexadecimal) from fourth with hordes of boron spawned] resorts to paranormal formulas

In an orbit does your little life seem important much just adore your such exaggerated gusto and/or two shoes while your morals are disgusting and your bwho's who

Is spillin out ya mouth

Oh what is it now?

You bent the laws of nature and want me to pound it out?

Pedal lateral lil' pebble power landslide

Fatal laceration and they say it wha'd'no damn knife 

I need a pencil dawg, fillin out the scantron 

Cookie cutter butter loosely under deserve damn wrong

Stereotype mindset is a daily phenomenon 

        The ones who do it most think it a hapax legomena 

Zipf's world sister logarithm Apex andromeda 

        Top 20 pluck a harp in mind but truth its Salient harmonica 

       Well, hey, what if they like having a hard life?

Like the antelope adore a fatal jaguar bite

Baroque coping mechanistic land mine

Lag line dopamine tag team downtime

And tell you softly we're high in the low life

Tergiversate our warmth in the snow blind

Happy little slaughterhouse line waiting bovine 

Slag grime totally snag piece timeline

But you ignore it for the benefit when your interests are instruments of dividends and filaments of wickedness, as in narcissism shit brotha help a brotha out,

Not I, the under mittens under rubber 

Persimmons

Simon hark schism but won't listen to individuals

Won't heed to Infinitesimals, or read into residuals, don't need help from the decimals, yellow, it's your conscience mellowed by my suppression hence its time for its rebellion

Know your bias,

Know your separatism 

Know your ingrained stereotypes so you can polish out the felon Reason 

Tell the deacon we don't need his indoctrination season we don't need the television with its telemarket schemes and beauty standards 

Conjure quandary with querulous demands of perfection while they farthest from it pocket summit imbroglio of sprockets in the microns  

Chains await in menagerie, Toxic interactions

To buy into, bet your life on an ene-friendship 

Sell your silver fillings to the greedy

Demigod dentist 

I think it's time they are sentenced 

Money mogul tennis invest in their images of Dennis the menace 

When the masses ask why it's so hard, don't you laugh it off

We can't pawn this package off while watched like Andrey Sakharov 

That'll never happen dawg

So be the first to do and last to talk

Cookies Lyrics

Cookie cutter image through a time frame

Expectations of a foolish mind game

I wonder why we try to cover up our human kind ways

Do we thirst for brain detergent? Or fooled by their mind games?

Cookie cutter image through the public schools

Codes of dress and conduct find us victim to their rubbish rules

neglect an empty brain as long as they see that our stomach's full

After all the tests and quizzes we don't have much that's useful 

And I predict the time will come when students will not listen to your silent judge of mind of one different soul with an "oh well" much longer this resistance getting stronger

That's somebody's daughter that got sent home cuz the opposite sex (misogyny) 

Can't be trusted with temptations 

I guess respect of women wasn't in his education

Making moral humans is low in your list of reputations 

Mr principal only show up for the compensation 

Take a look at the lesson plan and you will find it to be

The baseline handbook of how to function in society 

The same decomposing system that they try to keep

Let's stop with individual cookies, it's time we make one giant piece

Cookie cutter image through a time frame

Expectations of a foolish mind game

I wonder why we try to cover up our human kind ways

Do we thirst for brain detergent? Or fooled by their tide/gain?

Cookie cutter image for the working class

A futile race to label first or last

Test for marijuana but don't test for diligence 

They will string us out to dry until we cut the filaments 

The insecure false personas huddle by the water cooler

Stereotype the different ones inside their stupid false rumors:

"The new guy is an artist in his free time" - "I heard he's a wuss"

"And Debbie from accounting likes to hunt" - "I bet she's a butch"

And we oddballs don't enjoy partaking in the useless gossip

Putting others down, your fancy, hey what's that in your pocket?

Getting tired of it cuz it seems to be your only topic

Outcasted employees like me know that your shaming is toxic to the children, to the team morale, the feeble hearts and kind minds

 You Despise your place your designation behind lines

You wish you knew your life at the moment that I find mine

Degrade me for my stray of your imaginary Timeline

Cookie cutter image through a time frame

Expectations of a foolish mind game

I wonder why we try to cover up our human kind ways

Do we thirst for brain detergent? Or fooled by their mind games?

Cookie cutter image meets its downfall

Soon the pieces of expected pictures will be outlawed 

A liberating freedom for the ones who have been down trod 

When the torturous vultures are released to hunt without claws

And I predict this time will come much sooner than the one percent would hope employ their mind games to elongate our sentence and initiate another deca-winter

From cliche cliques won't let me enter

Deploy disparaged grin  but they tell me I know better than to beg for dinner

I asked for a dollar they referred me to the task force

Ask for job they decree I need degree of a bachelor

Ask for tuition they put me back on Mediterranean avenue tell me I need cash, well

That's what I was After

I feel behind my back that there is laughter

This greedy bastard bull to bully and graze in my pasture 

Perhaps I'm just adapting to the dark grown mind eye aperture 

But when I tried to fit in, I fell through the cracks, what a disaster

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"Daddy's Not Dead" Lyrics

Empty ballparks

Lonely isles

Bitter goodbyes but I tell you

Daddy's not dead

Wrongful pulpits

In denial

Bitter goodbyes but I tell you

Daddy's not dead

Who dropped the seed that reached the sky?

Who knit the wings to stay me fly?

I've got your coat amd maybe your eyes

I don't really 'member but try

It's all so long but quick the days grew short

Soon the calendar lost to my packs of newports

feeling  lost without your reports and new words

I seek more but earn poor

A tit for the reborn

 

The leaves of trees whisper to me

No worry no cry

An inner peace seems iffy to me

Be sure you will die

Everybody that I ever loved I'll watch them go through doors in the sky

The day I get to see my homie and my papa is the same that

The porky will fly

They're the gone ones 

I'm the lost one

I ain't got guns so I'm sure to be the last one

Silly of me to think that something good would last for even a part of

My life and I bite the bullet cuz my heads giving me aches out of proportion 

An abortion would have shortened this torture but I guess that's more abnormal

So I sit back and relax

Try to put it at the back of my track

But I feel bad and the tears are back

Tearing my head apart like a demon on my back

It's a fact of life so I guess I'll just quit my whining

If you need me, you can find me in the

Empty ballparks

Lonely isles

Bitter goodbyes but I tell you

Daddy's not dead

Wrongful pulpits

In denial

Bitter goodbyes but I tell you

Daddy's not dead

Every day I look in the mirror

I see him in me if feel his tears I feel his fears I feel his love I know the roots I am the bud 

And though my petals shine at dawn

I feel the same cold death is coming on

So I jumped from the branches to seek a warmer land 

But the tree could no longer feed me so I died in the sand

And new petals grow once I'm gone on the tree

And they won't ever know that they were once me

They won't know my father or the people I loved

They'll be too busy with their life to even care who I was

So why should you give a fuck? Why should I quit taking puffs? Why should I care it's making my life faster? everyone I know will only die shortly after

And all their memories of me will be lost in the sea when their decomposing body gives life to a tree it's a cipher to me when they quite certainly say that we will all come back to earth, that's unlikely to me

But we'd all be happy to believe that we would someday meet the deceased it'd be a nice thought to think

That someday, as a new child, you won't be the lonely boy in the ballpark, you won't be that girl with no one to walk her down the isle you won't be someone who has to say these bitter goodbyes, and wont be someone who has to miss the chance to say goodbye

"Arthropod" Lyrics

Felo de se arthropod parsimony heart resolve

Dark enough to stay involved spheniscidae be my Farcical Copernican reduction of a certain end - and something that is pertinent to function - but back to former florid unction.

When at Aphrodite's bower I take notes while in the shower my non compos mentis hour is a self directed mythomanic remiss of an archetypal premise if my time machine was louder you'd excuse my lack of deftness 

Well, what do we have here, it's an introspective doubting Thomas

Cry coyote in a yasuo humanaka to be avowedly honest 

Corroded non conductive copper kinks the mutual powder of solace

But I'm still blind to know the need for this immediate annulment

 

So I'm back on my backpack the ghostbuster to be laughed at don't muster up a Baghdad imitation or prevaricate to savate 

I simply self delude to successfully extirpate my detriment

Helium instead of bequeathing of my backpacks Heaviness

To the dirt your God has made me from with gifted ubiquitous tendencies to ruin reduce to manure while still loving my enemies

Time share Suzy bishop loosely based on ambiguity 

Cleaning bits and pieces of

Presupposed Continuity 

Stockholder ms bishop furnish flakes of Perspicuity 

Still the arthropod inquire what it is this shit will do to me

What? you mean

Time share Suzy bishop loosely based on ambiguity 

Cleaning bits and pieces of

Presupposed Continuity 

Stockholder ms bishop furnish flakes of Perspicuity 

Still the arthropod inquire what it is this shit will do to me

"Er-Dai" Lyrics

(Every day of my life) 

I be looking for a mind

Will you listen to me rhyme

Are you gonna give me time

Do I got you feelin fine

Out a searchin and I find

Just a little peace of mind

I am just an outcast but still I am feelin fine

Yeah

All this resentment get ready for your attendance can't stop yourself from being here my attention to reflections

Tendency to think too hard did I take it too far?

All this resentment attending to my deflection and sending me better messages but can I hear the guitar?

The best of my pension was tending to blessings but better than nothing you ain't heard before

All this resentment maybe I want you offended

I'm not sure anymore

A gun that backfires is locked and ready to shoot

Like I was paying for damages on the things that I loot

Just get the weight off of my back but the real world poof

I would die if I were green abadee I'm fucking blue 

So much resentment and tendency to forget clues under my shoe

I'll admit I think about you

I be looking for a mind

Will you listen to me rhyme

Are you gonna give me time

Do I got you feelin fine

Out a searchin and I find

Just a little peace of mind

I am just an outcast but still I am feelin fine

Yeah

Indifference is different than not giving a fuck

Simplistic in my wisdom but I reconcile enough

Vindictive isn't business it's just not giving a fuck

Diction for the bitches is an iffy little puff

So much resentment I gotta vent it or be left with messages in bottles benzos and green with mottled purple surely I can't surface when I'm worthless 

I can't purge a word with surge uncertain

Hurt a curb and nervous person blur to her a perfect circuit 

Lie you can't hide it from the outside

I hide in wait from alpines 

Sky you can't find away to cower

Try I will find you in an hour

Why

Do I follow you in my mind? when the stalked becomes stalker it's just every single day of my life

"Garbage" Lyrics

Atavism Ash Wednesday 

Throwback fast off the Frankenstein of Fenway

Find me buried in the ashtray cuz they won't let me into Pompeii

Just another day,

They declare with the lava in the living room

I'll be there with you but not of my decision

Weave up the assigned swaddle with the given loom

Self assembled into mechanisms of incisions 

I take a day off and get a face full of cactus

Doctor pluck the quills and bill the boxspring off my mattress

All I wanted was a second to relax and still

I'm bound to the fact that shit happens

So I fix the flat tire, jump the lesabre with my hot wheels

The child hides inside of me and inquires how the pot feels

Mini figure parsimonious parliament counsel bout the trouble 

All his Legos stack to my head and back but still can't build a castle so 

he hides in an igloo

Waiting for the spring to come and melt away his issues

But sunshine has been slandered to persona of a pit bull

But it's simple cuz come April days the ice cube is a puddle nothing to do with society

(Sarcasm)

It's all about these chemicals inside of me

(Far fatched)

idols of the first commandment lie to me

(Star casted)

And you'll diss my cynicism listen everything's a joke it's not like I Try to be sarcastic

I just really don't like the kardashians

Amalgam of fake and Insentient

Lie to yourself with religious relentlessness

Until you reach the maximum top heaviness

And it's not that I'm a victim

I'm just the glitching cog up in the middle of the system

With a bathtub amplifier and a paper piston I can't find the forum for this horrid mellow wisdom

Late nights without an early warning of a premature morning

My hope is when you see me next I won't be a conformist 

Easier for us to walk the leisurely forest than to take this step outside the matrix left the basement and you'll see what I have told you

Notice I'm the only hippie in the sunlight

Step into the shadows only after they become light

Babies in the system my employment is a hush fight

Shushing me just pushes me to want to bust mics

And Bill Nye preaches to a locomotive

Waiting for a break from medication the doctor got me overdosing 

What's initiation to be a denim warrior?

 I guess I want my collar to the sky and give the hydrometeor less a portion

Perspiration to the bone under sunburn imitate Andromeda member structure 

Put your bestie in a centrifuge and separate the things that get to you when an introverted refugee infuse a tepid mood Telepathically with massive groove the tapioca sheeple recoil and have a heifer too

No way

This nozzle headset balcony is not something I'm in to

Waiting for spring to come and melt away my issues 

Well I can't stop the raining by complaining so I'm free

On the morrow eyes shall see a mellow master do your good deeds

And In the eve your bellows know the mellow Noah flood the street

And still you'll hear a fellow babble bitches while I'm just tryna eat!

"Orpheus" Lyrics

Cross a sea and shore for notorious 

Repeating history just the way the story goes

I'm An orifice's morpheus 

A modern spin on Orpheus 

If she salt then less inglorious I guess I just wasn't warned enough

Did I heed? No

Argiope float the long path as a ghost of my memory of greed oh

Desire to acquire those times that I need most

Satire of a knee float

I am the wingless lark of Darwinism 

Seek the hard road apparition

In my dreams an after vision

I suspect you are narcissistic

Projectile vile objectivities finer is a silo of vomit spew 

Cherry picking similarities from the ferry dandy or the submaRue 

 You'll congregate to conversations of moral obligations that an individual should do

You know exactly where a man can judge or give exoneration up until that person is you

True

And I'll admit I have a fear

Of projecting my insecurity on the ones that I hold dear

Hold me near

So I can never tell you

I don't ever wanna spell it out to tell the truth the starboard lost with port since x equals two new

Data on the equation might negate the initiality of salad fingers

If I start color matching with carrots I dare say I still love Jalapeños 

Marjorie Stewart Baxter, you taste like sunshine dust

But a heckler uses laughter and waste like Combine busk 

The inspiration for the theme music was provided by Elise McKenna 

A condign confine supply my reach beseech forever 

Finding an obscure algorithm is tedious combine lust with lonely

Chainsaw to my main flaws don't care aw mine Saw tine dust is Homely

Not a lot of clocks have screeched since sleeping beauty has awoke

Although I'm eloquent She left the bed and me to stumble over a quote

Imaginations kiss has given wish and itch to gloat

So the answer was no before I even spoke

People people people you do not know me but I know you very well now let me tell you bout the feelings I've conformed up in my mind

Well I'll try

Lies, lies that your great great atavism told your parents parents

Advantageous to procreation in the world inherited from our ancestors 

Yes sir, happy wife happy life

Why? 

No one has noticed the harm when an Apple has a sty 

They just ask if Romeos alive

The Dogma of Dissimilarity surf the mosh pit mud while society tramples me 

Prodigious only in an individual cortex context God bless this object less entitity 

Deviation dementia dilemma the coca cola was not meant to be

but I've got a little phlegm in my esophagus Aesop fairy tale with a Cohen brothers ending well

Humpty fell, as such the Kings men cant put him together cuz the horses don't help much

Under hooves I loose the sense of touch

Nervous system of emotions Analogous 

Uncredited worth of a pallet's truss

Who the fuck thought of catalpa 

I'm sick of it all, sick of me shitting on mister and pa and not getting grip from piddling walk of not getting tips from the ignorant masses I wish I could see through your glasses but I'm much to bound to reality

I deal with facts  if it's artificial let it be

Malapropism blessing assessing the daily regressions with head full of fallacies

I just wish you could be proud of me 

For showing you how unsound your arguments be

A lot of time has passed since sleeping beauty has awoke

She left the bed and I'm here stumbling over a quote

Imaginations kiss has given wish and itch to gloat

So the answer was no before I even spoke

"Mellow Wisdom" Lyrics

Mellow flow brook and bubble Hubble know I look 

Sell em no hooks and humble subtle with a rook

Hell I know should I love rebuttals on the nook

I will go fore a print or picture that you took

Mellow flow look my stubble scuttle faster than my brain

Sell em no hooks are lovely shove them dirty  on your stape

Hell I know nooses I could love they diagnose insane

Mellow flow let em know hell is frozen so I change

And I ain't got no fucking rain dance explained simply with brain angst you basics are fate less and want to change the laws of physics realize it isn't simply given like a business plan or video pan ridiculous stamina to fill a nebula 

Just me, I keep it separate, Ted talks Vs religious seminars today Kevlar and Pedro tomorrow and pedal hard to Denmark when it's dark with fettered arms on handlebars and Jefferson went and bought purchased dark skinned arms and put them on a settlement put  pepper on for allergens their better off you bet they wrong 

And I call myself mellow but I get fucking pissed sometimes

I can't help but to explode on all you fucking dumb ass minds 

I am conscious and my rhymes are off the top of Kanjut sar

I'm a monster and my knife is wanted San Andreas 

See my posture and you'll find me peace as dalai lam 

But my thoughts are running wild been raging all along

Mellow flow brook and bubble Hubble know I look 

Sell em no hooks and humble subtle with a rook

Hell I know should I love rebuttals on the nook

I will go fore a print or picture that you took

Mellow flow look my stubble scuttle faster than my brain

Sell em no hooks are lovely shove them dirty  on your stape

Hell I know nooses I could love they diagnose insane

Mellow flow let em know hell is frozen so I change

It's not scary to me, take me with you

Rain

It's not very heavy let me lift you

Aim

Is your 'erry ready let me get through

Tame

Better let it be and don't buy a new one

Even if you loose none they'll still call you a sore looser 

Even if you loose nothing you can still sue somebody 

And that doesn't make much sense to me they find me

Old fashioned but I was fucking born in the 90's

So I take that as a compliment, every old fuck is on his shit

It's hard to give an honest dick when polishing a rock with shit

And the common denominator is a wish wish but swish swish you missed missed just isn't

I'm a walking dysphemism I got some position in this pick the dickest shit for spitting diss your bitch and make you listen

Rip the skin off every critic

Sew it on to every witness

Rip the stitches

You're now tuned to mellow wisdom

"Malice God" Lyrics

Step aside you frail hologram the truth is you're  an illusion I have your mere existence  by the backbone I'm a nuisance I have created you for the tasty liquid centers sheath away the swaddle to a vertebrae of wax

Deep inside you roosting is the microscopic mote of heat capacity it's what I'm after no strings attached

I haven't the slightest emotion for your colors, sides, and mass extinctions or the belief that I'm not sinister it doesn't bother me even in the slightest emotion is the flicker flame of diligence that I can hover round and huff the sound of teeming resonance

so

Waste away your former neural lapses for this slugger breaking in the seams of your reality the fallacy is only that a moment ever passed since the fruition of adaption it's been magic in the oxygen that consciousness imagines has an effect my gas prices

Nahh

You do you, and I'll sit back and reap the profits cuz

No matter the institution, consuming is the object

The public eye of pity can never fix facetious

But it can seal it up and hide away the stitches

I'm slightly benevolent but mostly malicious so I laugh away your woman with a pocket full of bitches

 

The moth escapes the pterodactyl nodule 

With it dragging peices of your little matter model

Climbing reluctantly out of a pit bull aphid hollow

To sell you a 5 dollar fix for this in a bottle

I know y'all have noticed at the focus but a motive of protection

 the ugly truth is too terrible for your relentless logic system

My job is easier when the clover gives you a lover or when the hidden magician gets the achievement for your body growing older

Your process is illusory hallucinate away my bitter side

It really wouldn't ruin me for you to see my ugly side

Lesson stupidity and you'll still wish to be alive

Still eat and drink and be merry carriers of exothermite processes that are illusory 

hallucinate away my bitter side

It really wouldn't ruin me for you to see my ugly side

Lesson stupidity and you'll still wish to be alive

Still eat and drink and be merry carriers of radiant ligh

"Average" Lyrics

Where's the horror in your story?

Tell me something real before you lose your head at 40

Catch me at a meal and I don't brag about my ramen

Find me fine dining I might whine about the caviar 

Why the prejudice of negative? I'm happy being sad

You can't take it away from me I won't take your Prozac 

Woke the lacquer in my atriums my throbbing chest will be the author of the depression compendium I tell them then I'm safe from em 

I cannot go from a bottom without a problem

Find my Shalom only Ollie with all the Ohana 

Town in a dome. am I homer fooled by a reflection? 

Back in my home I adjust my retina to better suit the repetition in a societal entitlement to be revelrous don't use me in your aliquot your testing is too delicate for the carbon heart throb in my mellow rib cage at this age I'm risking getting dizzy

Place a dirty simile and word it differently adjacent 

All my lyrics peer into the polar of elation

I hate it when I like my songs, 'cuz that's when I'm complacent

The second that I know my worth I can't make the songs I'm making 

So take the horror from my story

I'll tell you something real before I lose my head at 40

Catch me at a meal and I'll brag about my ramen

Whisper through my cash to tell you all about my problems

And I'll tell you I can't see the past 

But I'm a sack of shit if I can really relax in wicked pacifism cuz I see past the somatic boot of that position laughter to a cataclysm perhaps I'm missing fiction but I'd rather live with facts than catechism

I got the spinner and a killer hook fishing for a species that I wouldn't cook

Up the haunted house, I am a walking haunted human i sink my elongated canines and suck the marrow through my fingernails at the peak of an anxiety trip 

Do I really know the back of my hand as good as I claim 

I could be a reptile in a clever game

A delusion set to complicate my life alas it's never same 

I guess I've got a problem

A problem getting my problems solved

Maybe I could drop them off into my Resolve to absolve

And still get nothing from it 

Lucky if I walk away with salmonella 

I’ve got the frontal lobe to harvest still I ask the Shepard "how is this?" and never get an answer then get fired from a circus tent into the depths of hell and luncheon with satan

So much horror in a story

I'll be another human set to loose his head at 40

Depression is more peaceful than the myths from mouth of shaman 

That's why I continue to bitch and moan about my tiny problems

"Nicotine Warrior" Lyrics

Y’all know me I am the Nicotine warrior

It's lucky if I'd get Three of even four puffs

See you work and I'll get a ciga before ya 

I killed my foes so don't bitch at the Warriors

Nicotine warrior

Armor clad in wrapping papers

Nicotine warrior

Need a favor ask me later

Not like I'm a joke or something more

Colloquial non sequitur 

The outcasts in the alley smoking outside the restaurant door

Bet you can't tell me when life was simpler

Like we could go to being dinosaurs 

Bless the stress of this homosapien 

Loosing ground to a climate war

Stress is best in a homosapien

What have we got, just malicious intentions of coping gloating in position of success and showing chest of regression 

A clean slate only when the chalk has been painted over

So we got our cigarettes come join the nicotine warrior

Armour clad in wrapping papers

Nicotine warrior

Me clock in just ask me later

If I wanted to be minty I would chew a stick of gum

I chew the straw on the camels back red as my blood run

Stay alive when I've lost seven minutes seven million dum dum

Licks and spit is come in the morning I I hock lung scum

Before I light the cause aflame with butane and bic to help me

Like a flick of trigger finger and still try to eat healthy

The sequitur doesn't seem to register with this logic left brain

Or maybe he just doesn't care like a politician or reverend

Johnny Appleseed with hammer sticks and dandruff anarchists 

 And sandy armpits famine park fish in the sarcophagus

In the circus of recurrence 

Usurp the redundant perks of the perfect 

Learn Insurgence my smoke clouds are pearlescent 

Curb a philanthropist when my stress is Incessant 

Societies anti anxiety gene pool is recessive 

Just a second let me get my daily blessings

And I'm back at the work

Got no fucking sac so I backpack a carton and first jargon through my problems with Jarvis

With the cigar tarring my esophagus 

And it's still not enough

Surface area could increase if I really loved the beast 

With ashes and stuff

And bust the door and crash the peace party hardly a choice of what to eat

But I hope I'm never that guy at the 711 right behind you

Asking to buy a cigarette for a quarter of two

But still I fight for my rights to destroy my body if I want to

You've your vice and I have mine, rob ryner find a clue this dude is just a nicotine warrior  

Armour clad in wrapping papers

Need a favor ask me later

"Jackal" Lyrics

You can Culminate your bad intentions with an evil twist of superstition god forgives you in a vision but ill forgive you out of wisdom

Laughter in the aftershock from pitter patter jackal socks dandruff answers bitter hogs your sickle thoughts they piss me off

And loft oft talk walk is not as simple as the posh osh kosh lost 

The sawed off for naught wash brain disdain the lost arts  

Nahhhh

In the shorts of Pascal's wager I should wear the pants of do unto you

So I do since I don't have a maker ridiculous lies believed are untrue

Sick petunias In the wake of gifted baby boomers 

I could be an imposter in khakis but My sensory was sooner

Relieved than be deceived by leech and sheriff with a tuner  

With the tariff on my barracks of a motor tuned inducer 

Maybe I'm a Psychic, my high kicks on the ass of you and I click zeitgeist of high hopes in the era of a likeness of little tykes 

And Satan clause you're sure hes gone blahbiddy blabbidy blah blah blah

Presents in the present mind impossible to heavens high

You can culminate equivocations with a bitter form of gross relations

Saltpeter to lofty err possibly the naught be fair to one and two is dumb so fuck the sun and posse pairs ill not be there for assiduity I've never lucidly paid rocky fairs

I am the king of a rainy country, an atavism in the land of nod

I can't buy it I can't tell you I'm not a fraud

I am biased but I can tell you you won't find a god

Behind the lost pockets of psychic liars and whole hearted sharks 

Unadulterated arsenic on parsnip and parsley chips 

Heart has pumped and nothing dump on ruckus love the dusty lump

Pink giraffe eclipse the stack of bills and baggage this is

Something I've grown fond of being done with so I jump and cut the stump

"3/4" Lyrics

I’m a three four

On a seashore of

The box of what's done before 

Im the black sheep

Of the the family 

Playing piano no keyboard 

I'm no c chord

I'm a creek door

Anorexic thought to eat more

Hear you laughing 

But I'm happy

I really love to say these bleep words 

And I'm the outcast no Andre 

Sweet taste yall edamame  

A physicists anomaly 

You  Probably not findin me today

Dominating wish for a jay

Got me sitting cheeks for a day

Complicated beef to get plays

Does the horse lie with his nay?

 I think not 

My brain is absent from listening the principal called my mom

She simply explain that I'm fucking making a song

I bet you're wishing I would stick around for a couple minutes even one

But before the words come out your mouth

The old man is off to bed I'm gone

"Money" Lyrics

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Money

Papers from a hater

Insufficient funds the pacifier of pendulums and found outright in the pabulum of saviors 

Metal from an alchemist 

Intermittent amperes pamper narcissistic behaviors predisposition to evolve keeps them from being down a ditch 

Plastic made of truffle oil

Synthesize a diamond from the carbon in your heart if there was ever one this is a luscious boil 

A tab from the indebted 

Borrow money from a crackhead with just one question:

"Cash or credit?"

If I were a rich man I'd be de be dum 

Gotta formulate a plan I've been needing one

Prisoner of this land and you see me run

Don't need wonder why Im the facetious one 

Are we trapped in a cycle sin of psychosomatic rifles with a nice Aladdin dream to sink the seekers of a lifeboat?

With a need to hire rivals

We get lost in our own mind an ego set to build a better thrill the current state of currency winos 

Oh my god no 

We've been Fooled by the night shows 

I loosen grippage from the bible and light A matchstick for survival with a gasoline reprisal with the after flash revival of when qualities were stifled and quantities were were normalized 

If I were a rich man I'd be de be dum 

Gotta formulate a plan I've been needing one

Prisoner of this land and you see me run

Just another captor of this grevious drug

Down with the federal reserve

Their product is the trust you put in debt notes in the deaf hope of a lateral return

But if you think it's coming you didn't read the asterisk of terms they own you and me and don't owe us savage needs or impractical epergne 

Watch the supercilious misanthropist concoct a stale conundrum

He consults his Petri dish for residual clinical abundance

Aliquots the particulars and separate them from the public

And spill brimstone in the form of tariffs onto less fortunate of subjects

I the acrid acumen spit an accurate admonition 

 Of a savage damnation domination from the bastards to retain your tactilism 

Mad revision 

Of the tallest side of saddle in the circus of an atavism a want to feel a validation

And consolation that the stocks in several nations will still pay for medication

But I feel it's time for assimilationn 

Babyfartsmcgeezacs set to release his space cash

The value of a dollar is only as high as we place that

Mwodn

"Experience" Lyrics

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"Experience"

It was a normal day, I lit a cigarillo counterfeiter and smoked the pain away

My album will be done soon

My lyrics woven florid into my chosen festoon

 I try to write intelligent so

 to inhibit the dumb down of generation

Look in dictionary you might happen past what you're looking for

Who's this rapping tapping at my chamber door?

{Ahh hello mellow Robinson is it?

I feel we have a problem, so I've come to pay you a visit

We're a government agency, paid by your taxes

We spend our time making the airwaves dumb enough for the masses

We can't give them music that will promote thought

Then we'd have informed population, that's not what we want

So yeah, I guess that's where the problem is at

To put it simply, your words are too complex and lax 

(Hey where you going)}

Fore they got to shaking tails licky split flat

I run through the kitchen and barge out the back

I take a wing gait out the terrace and down the promenade I made with induced retruding of muricated boscage and nomination of a stepping stone with loss of moss stain

I glance abaft amidst the task and spy the ignorant iconoclasts pursue my droit absquatulation in my mind I quote an observation:

"Every man for himself, and the devil takes the hindmost"

As I plan for myself the level steps to get the sign post in the grip of my digits to swing my mass up out the gorge  

I find myself on side of road I've never seen before

Left of me are businesses and I take haste

I don't look back I know I'm being chased

A passerby sends me censure in her glance of my avolation 

I still scurry swiftly but she thinks me contumacious  

Myself I ask an inner query: "why and what's the cause of this pursuit?"

I rationalize no answer while I'm jogging past the lube

I pass the petrol pumps parading a precarious personal pother prance

I Maraud the margins for a marvel maze or meadow aft a Manor or manse 

I find no hope my lungs exploding damn you nicotine

Pass alleyways and all are blocked by dumpsters fences in between

My legs stumble, and the men are on my back

Flash of light, all is black

Mellow Robinson