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Rapping for a Pokemon League I'm in : p

The South Jersey Sentrets Ima boutta make an entrance Pickin pikachu in NU Frickin’ freakin’ up the venue Writing raps up in the twitch chat Makin’ landos seem like patrats Check my lamb no that’s a gogoat Ima win this and we both know Them Salem City Salamence no offense you’re not a threat Miami Heatran no chill fam ima beat them Young master on the stream some say he’s a legend We’ll see if I’m kidding when I’m seeing myself winning ‘gainst him.

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“Sailor Jupiter”

It could’ve worked I just hope you don’t hate me

And it’s been really hard to focus on my shit lately

To be honest, I’m afraid I’m getting more and more crazy

And it’s not to do with you I just don’t how to say this

I miss the old days when we were still conversating

....We laugh aloud and cry about our situations

Waking up together always felt so amazing

What I’m tryna say is I need someone here to save me

Same shit new day I put that weight on you

Came to my house just so you could still wait on Drew

Came in my bed sucked my dick and that’s when I came too

And saw that death had our names right when I came to

Now I’m losing my mind but too afraid to admit it

In case of subtle accord then to a ward I’m admitted

And it isn’t your fault but I kinda wish that you did it

‘Cause maybe we’d still have a different way to say we finished

Shit’s been off but life’s good and that’s great

Minus the primary I really do hope that you relate

I could have you on my mind any time any day

I could still have you in my life if we never ran away

But the reality is dripping down around me like candle wax

I’ll be honest I don’t know if I can fucking handle that

Not voluntary action but still committing random acts

Hard as shit to grasp like a motherfucking tandem axe

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“Sick”

Sick as hell his brain cells bearing animus

No liquor smell his sprain swells sparing cannabis 

Birdbrained the cranes spell like they’re in mandarin

....My face looks like a fucking mannequin’s

I would have to get this off my chest 

If I had one

So I guess I’ll get this outta my dent

Where my heart would be if it weren’t giving tail to my head

Feel like I failed to be dead, they should be mailing me meds

Feeling blue but too afraid of the red

Ceiling view view the hue change laying in bed

A few screws loose praying for death

A crude youth saying “What have I said?”

Accrued bruises assaying his cranium

It’s insane how he’s staying ahead

A braying mule play it cool fraying thread

Abuse cruce as he tightens the noose biting his neck

No booze or hallucinogens

No excuses

He chooses to see his juices oozing with stress

Now he losing screws by the twos as he’s snoozing abed

And tomorrow he gon’ do it again

Tomorrow he ‘gon do it again

Sick as hell his brain cells bearing animus

No liquor smell his sprain swells sparing cannabis

 Birdbrained the cranes spell like they’re in mandarin

And my face looks like a fucking mannequin’s

Inanimate

I got a dark side skywalking no anakin

But I still give off more presence than fucking Santa can

Stuck on a question but I’m guessing I can’t answer it

Sometimes I lose so much hair it’s like I’m fucking cancerous

People say the picture’s got something missing without Sam in it

But if this is how shit works I’m the wrench fucking jammin it

Am I the only one who can hear this fucking clamoring?

Banshees, man, shit, shit’s a little less than glamorous

I’m breaking down guess I’ve always been an analyst

Splitting wooden frame no aim I’m going handleless

I feel ashamed like my days are fucking candlelit

And either way I’m feeling phased it’s hard to handle it

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Off a Samurai-type Beat

Student to the mindset Walks the path of the rising Psy-samurai scientist Who signed over the horizon

He walks at night silhouetted by the moonlight Starry summer sky sung straight from a playwright

Nameless, ageless sellsword who revoked his right to peace Atonement for a passion he still holds is what he seeks Words crafted by the blade, a thousand dead when he speaks Heart colder by the minute, frozen over by the week (weak)

Driven purely by his cause like a father to his daughter Mind waits to be shaped and finds its purpose like water.

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"See Us In and Be Seen"

Check the picture box dude’s got a glock held to his tonsils Mother, as she onlooks, says, “Oh gosh, that’s god awful.” Then she takes a sip of wine and says I should watch the news more That maybe I would be more informed if I watched the tube for'it Because there’s nothing fucked up about watching a beheading If it’s getting full coverage on Channel 11 And the ratings are up and it’s not even 7 And the viewers are glued watching this dude move to heaven

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"Fool in the River"

Eyes to the sky while im sittin in a stream I got fish kickin by not much quicker than my dreams I got bitches on my mind got’ be blind not to see That while im waitin in the river they be chillin in the sea I got left behind but what did I expect to be During my time high tide my mind was next to me Ecstasy the death of me foul balls no referee Too much time lookin for Bae now im lost in the Chesapeake

Honestly what I lack is honesty And a voice, to reclaim it is my Odyssey Dollar Tree dreams ‘cause I don’t like to work hard Collard greens beans sauce mike and ikes Bars.

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"Love"

My parents would always pay for us Bathing us in bills how im always gettin paper cuts Father always scrapin by, mother killed his fortune On some shoes and on some whore shit Nearly dead from the divorce and Always cried behind his doors and How could I be blind to see That father lived by fathers’ creed Like “a little bit o’ green and shared custody is enough for me” As he smoked trees wishing to turn spokes with me And he dabbled as a thief And it was never tough for me ‘cause even mom made sacrifices Cut out a lotta vices so I wouldn’t have to I grew up as a child minus a crisis

And she told us we were nasty but she’s far from the nicest

Sometimes I think that maybe they’re the reason that I’m like this

I grew up with depression No question, I’ve had blessings but that’s not what I’m addressing

I confess that I’ve been tested 

by my own fuckin recipe

Seeds of doubt like sesames Fucked about cuz I wanted every female to have sex with me But I wanted love not ketamine

But maybe love’s no better thing

But still I see females and dream they’ll wear my wedding ring

My family gave me everything But all the bare necessities So when the time came I wasn’t named the best at anything

Love, the shit they tried to buy but now I pay for’t And I dont give hugs, I care more about my GameBoy Love, the shit they tried to teach so I could pay it forward With a credit card That’s better guardin my heart How I wear “chains” boy

Love, I have a little problem trying to feel that

All I’ve known is guilt and shame and it's painful to reveal that

Love, the shit I get in payments like my meal plan

And I was forced to get bar mitzvah’d but I’m damn sure not a real man

I got bought out by the poison And I could hardly stop it Twisted up by toys like the topside of a Bop-It

I have skant, old tear glands I’m aware of what a drought is F'I can’t hold it in my hands I just can’t give a fuck about it

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