This, That and the Third, by Park-Like Setting (2024)

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Bazooka Joe 204When I was wilding I often wondered what powered meThe closest thing to religion I have is Albert StreetIndependent in thought deed and strategyLooking for a family running away from AberdeenMade a beeline for Wellington’s with my little crewLiterally underground St Lou spinning that Mystic BrewSingularly driven wasn’t nothing else to get intoWorking in a smut shop sleeping in a living roomCritical beatdowns abstract lyricalCollege ass blog called me nerd I was a criminalSongs are straight ahead nothing about it was subliminalThe company I keep is full of f*cked up individualsOur fanbase differs cause we choose them at randomSick of the rich winning and the losers need an anthemPark-Like Setting find the cool inside the tantrumStupid juice stupid moves like Chucky and Esteban sonI got the dope got the stupid juiceMake stupid decisions and I bust the stupid movesFanbase differs cause we choose them at randomSick of the rich winning so the losers need an anthemYyI can’t front, I’m an asshole for what I came fromManitoba, land stolen, never paid for itFast forward, same story - different pageWhere you can’t afford a decent landlord on what you makeIt’s stupid, trying to find your way, early 20’s I’m a toothpickMid-nineties P&C laying out the blueprintPutting Brothers in My Backpack to make the shoe fitIt was too big, the moment was a movementWe knew that, they moved in, bond only improvingAnd I bring a baby into the fold, that was my crew thenWe were tight knit, they liked kids, I’m a studentOf the mic yet, despite knowing what I knew thenBad jobs had lots back pains, callusesDaddy’s tax write-off trying to classplain how it isNever get a handout, campaign balancesI’m older now my kid has the exact same challengesbigmcenroeWe’re gleaming the cube - cruising past the rubiconWe got the stupid juice while other crews are truly goneLong since disbanded product abandonedConduct forgettable brought into fandomPLS the trio not a tandem rocking anthems and itMight look effortless magical and randomBut we still chasing pelican briefs like grey granthamOthers seek beef see the moon fake a landingBlabbing bout a flat earth falling into patternsThey googling your net worth undercover fashionThe passion of the twitter verse real time reactionWe get the girl and win the purse and do it looking handsomeThat’s old school attitude enough to fill a mansionLearned from Colombo or whatever played on channel tenLearned from Madonna before she knew Sean pennLearned from sonic youth, black flag, minutemen

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Bazooka Joe 204If only it could be what we're pretending it were What the f*ck i'm sposed to say at the end of the worldIf only it could be what we’re pretending it were What the f*ck i’m ‘posed to say at the end of the worldCame from the place of the forever snow Let the record show I binged every episodeBlack dynamite to blanche deverauxAddicted to the tv, caffeine, and never go To sleep on the night shift like shelley longHi-top weapons what I was stepping onLike janet jackson except the planet you get the song You don't know what you got and then its gone I say this all, to commit it to record Played some ball but never really made the effortDropped out of school to make raps yallMy short term was terminal didnt think it'd last longLo and behold maybe my math's onMy whole brand is fatalism and sad songs Stomach aches like I ate a bad mallApocalypse now while im waitin on a cab calledYyKeep the paper separate, “Can I take the bottles?”Man, whatever. As long as my IKEA fits togetherRepurposing I give up, gabigmcenroeage: that’s the part I don’t remember‘Least I don’t need a parka in NovemberNever buy a thing I can’t returnNever care what’s going on out the window as long as my La-Z-Boy lever workHaven’t heard of debt? Where you been? Place your betPolar cap, nothing left, say no more, waste of breathIt’s unsustainable to keep saying “This is unsustainable”Name a normal, can’t remember, rights are trampled, they don’t knowAbout deniability, blankets and smallpoxAccountability to share-holders at all costGet lost, no one’s listening, easy to dismissThe “how could anybody bring a kid into this mess?”I’m really quite content but I’d be happy to discussReality TV or where I’m going for ChristmasbigmcenroeShooting rubber bands at the stars like Edie brickellCome at me spitting bars that’s en easy repelwith back rooms deals that’s as seedy as hellhuman nature ain’t healing itselfinnocence swept away, conspiracies elevatenarcissicist tendencies rewarded at every stage dining on heresay journalist terminateeschewing the written page as part of the good old daysThe streets fill with gabigmcenroeage fast as we can pick it upThe airs turning toxic, the boiling point is coming upAnd you can feel despondent, cause everything is just so f*ckedBut then it’s life goes on kid, give. Shrug and pas the buckHaunted by the bombings, the foreign correspondents Then make the change to channel 2 cause jeopardy is on itDonate some dollar but no sacrifice beyond itAs the world is ending, this is fine let’s be honest

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bigmcenroeWe daylight dependent we stay like a tennanthoping that the man don’t decide to raise the rent this yeari’m just tryna servce my pennancein the court of your opinion me and both my co defendentsi be knowing coefficients, not no politrickingseasoned in the business since we dropping crazy frictionin 95 96ish when cassettes were assetsand playing canada would leave cashlessh*t the ATM though im kicking what i rage againstnow its 2020 seems nothing much is making sensechaos reigns supreme man, not talking bucket crabsbut hunting fans and followers is f*cking drab what me madnow lim lifting nickels like im he manbumping up productions americas biggest brandswe juicing by the youth like feds mess with currencyserving up out sentences concurrentlyBazooka Joe 204NIMBYs at Timmie’s whine over hippiesSleeping in the park and tryna bum ciggiesLook at all you have why so stingyWho the f*ck made you Mayor Diamond Joe QuimbyAfraid of your neighbours spite for the cityBegging for Bezos to sheister your cityBet it all on NFTs and bitcoinNo referees now you’re playing with the big boysThe artifice of parity the juice that cake bringsArtificial scarcity man we used to make thingsBusted up the unions moved them all overseasChristian libertarians are all up in your ovariesNow who the hell answers for the wealth transferNeoliberalism the most aggressive cancerStop being greedy when we run up in your mansionClimate change coming from the South Pole to SantaPandemic purge the people who work for cheapWalls closing in still we sleep in the urgencyProsperity gospel worshiped so ferventlyThe midnight oil burns it all concurrentlyYyWhat’s pops’ cooking? Heavy-lifting three kidsGet your job tooken, raise your next of kin while you’re not lookingNotions got broken, wearing different hats that don’t matchA grade 1 teacher with dope rapsAnd each of them know their facts, their old man’s sleepingAnd keeping open tabs, I’m off for the weekendReceiving no thanks, I’m already deep in itEven if so perhaps I freak it they go bananasLeave it open answer, only do it difficultPeep the multitask, pull it off, you never knowMy juggle game’s impeccableI dunk and take a technical then walk away ineffableCool as a vegetable, strictly business never typicalPaint my own lane, set the toneOn a desert island marooned dressed in burgundyServing up our sentences concurrently

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Bazooka Joe 204Decades in the game kid, no capDead weight when we hit em like no masCheckmate from the gate with the toe tapGet it straight you can still get the bozackGet the bozack, catch the vaporsI shut the laptop and grab for the papersf*ck a aux cord I’m reaching for the faderDeep digging in the crates for the paydirtI’d sooner call you a hebigmcenroe than a haterI’m more at home on the cubigmcenroe than in natureOn the stroll with the workers wasted Bumpy Knucks so I roll with with Flavor UnitPLS brought the Big MacAnd Yy like Hiero big factsGot the third eye first down blitz packsWe going all out fasten your chin strapClamp sh*t down like vice grips syntaxCharging a mint cuz I’m owed a lot of git backAncient artificats like a Skratch Picklz slipmatGet the bozack I mean the whole thing intactYyAnd ya know that wouldn’t go badIf you don’t and I quote “Get the Bozack”So dope we approach critical massThrowback, throw down with your broke assNo half-steppin’ on lexicon kept it going t’il the Crack of dawn, 7:00 on like a heptagonLet me know I belong where you’re not involvedGet the balls, sack and all, you’re no help at allThey threw it from the bleachersIt’s true McBoo, they suspended the teacherPeace out, must have learned it from a t-shirtLook up to be sure, spell check each wordDon’t pretend you didn’t chase a trendNaw, but we did find a little piece of heavenLPs, EPs, MDs, whatcha sayin’?Strict biz this not just a stint, we’ve been…bigmcenroeget the gas face - hear the beat and do a screw faceits bare yall like the walls of a new placehang a poster schools in for a poserstir him in to a b-boy bouillabaisenow were in again, weird like a therimin20 years in still carry out experimentsthe mad scientist defying yer comparisonsiller than the virus, fact not arrogancewe original now matter what the era isno matter what your zip code or what your favorite flavor isno more merch tables aint about the paper kidcold world tough climb guess I can’t take a hintfind another field if if you want to make a mintthis aint crypto speculators never winstrictly biz thopark-like kin folksince the 1 triple nine or the 2 triple 0i dunno i forgetwhat year did we start?

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Bazooka Joe 204I know what you thought it was when of course it wasn’tNever struggle with the raps but everything else is somethingIn the squared cicle jobbing Lanny Poffo with the penSee the box is like a foxhole so don’t ever fence me inShell-shocked seeing stars like Mario KartCamp Lo pulled me aside and said “you party too hard”Now uptown Saturday nights feel farthe and darkerThan they ever felt before I parted with my partnerStarted on a new script f*ck a writer’s blockThe cul-de-sac bring you around whether you like it or notOn a winter picket line like we should strike when it’s hotI don’t pick when it visits so I fight for my spotGrew up in the gravel 500 in the ballparkHoles in the wall like they rented your home for HalllmarkMovie shoots Scooby Doo pajamas in the Wal MartSome comfort while we all fall apart man it’s all hardI know what you thought it was when of course it wasn’tNever struggle with the raps but everything else is somethingYyI know what you thought it was when of course it wasn’tNever struggled with the raps but everything else is somethingCame up middle class, never had a ton but never hungryFamily structure had enough outside the usual dysfunctionPunk sh*t, tried to dance around it - Sammy DavisHad a kid at 23 I didn’t do me any favoursIt was later when made clear up against it, would eventuallyHad to parent myself while she co-parented against meFlash forward had some more, we’ll make it, I was certainGo to school, come home, my wife is taking off for workBefore she’s taking off for good, I’m left to paint the nurseryAlone, so long, I’m like a pro at this adversityDaddy deal with hurt and he’s a teacher with the patience of a saintBut they keep adding unrealistic expectationsWent through a couple, in some cases had to happenHad a problem with the rest but never struggled with the rappingbigmcenroeThe Not so perfect introvert, waiting for an introlow likelihood of getting hurt while playing my nintendonever feared the extra work the problem is the tempoits decade 5 of distant dreams, can i be so simplewho am I to ever seeth, asthmas gone so i can breathemessed up problems with my feet but best friend Ty can barely seeand he keeps his head up - at least to meputs it in perspective my obsessing on a frequencyas I fix a mix that a few will streamcompeting for your mindshare with marvel flicks and justice leaguehollywood reporter, variety and TMZviral videos of car wrecks and EMTsIt’s not the time to paint the Mona LisaIt’s Lightning fast consumption - scammy NFTs bruhif you get attention they will callin you a geniusI struggle just to hide it - my disgust

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bigmcenroeMy hearts in the hard concreteNever part of the bards at the beachOnce more unto the breech, I preach The City life and the lessons it teachMy devotion so beyond reachEast van until I move I sleuth like Stacy KEechExplore every route my army’s the tubewaySound track Gary Neumann Daniel DumileThese tourists don’t ask bout the asphaltI’m passioned bout the past that while ill be last outI ain’t writing odes to gravel roadsIt’s airports train stations subways travel nodesAs the rabble rose so the babble goesChant down camp town races and the racist foesThe isos takes patience thoughTolerance and openness knowing how fake Ness goesAll the residents hesitant defend itCertain way of life all in never quitThe dreams of them bohemiansLiving all together cause space is at a premiumBazooka Joe 204City council dirt I been ground throughBlowout Comb still the coolest to walk around toEasing in with a king canEvenings in alleys no pictures with fansLurking and hurting plus too highBetween Bannatyne and McDermot with a Blue DryHanging in the streets youre scared of comfortablyBehind Musiplex by that BDP bubble pieceEvery square foot of the DT gets love from meYou stick to the skywalk cuz you trust the WPDusty feet kicking gravel at youBooing lustily get sonned like we’re suing for custodyDead and buried in Saratgoa Lanes Underground as the Northstar carry on the namesSmokes like soldiers matchbook like a gangMy home is a pothole my mattress in flamesYyIt was brought up from the hot concreteFrom the bottom ‘cause the cost is not cheapAcross the long streetThe speak about the only that’s not off-beatConstruction and brick buildingsGrew up in them, crashed ceilings then nothing leftCatch feelings, enough, then it’s offDeal with exhaust and the judgementPot-holes and co*ckroaches got thoseCop culture fought those distraught mostSnot-noses got goals that’s not chosenNot close, chalk-full of plot holes, that’s how it goesThe transit: metros, standingWhere you can’t sit show them how to get closerCancers and exposuresCan’t say I got the answers, door will be left openThere’s possibility in small communityIf positivity and unity met opportunity butI’m a city-lifer, I’ll make do withChumps running away, we’ll gravitate to it

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Bazooka Joe 204For Christs’s sake like the last dinnerJohnny Rotten’s on The Masked SingerAnd Ozzy’s selling crypto I aint batsh*ttingRunning a racket like badmintonSo called rock stars it's embarrassingOn a megachurch lurk SeraphimWhite horse and some yay its all heroinThe cult of personality a scary thing ayoPrivate planes jetsam and flotsamBodyguards the literal Big Boss ManNazis and cops naw bro we are not famThey made DMX and Iggy Pop jock jamsDrown in Hollywood Philip Seymour HoffmanCounterculture churns like a log jam Bet the under I don’t f*ck with a top tenArms long enough to box Gods til I cross themThis time they went too farMan they just went too hardYyFake it t’il they make it, taught em enoughThink they made it to the majors when they’re calling em upGet to stake a claim in all that they want to becomeJust ´cause your agent put you on don’t make you part of the clubThere’s a way to frame it: want to be trapped in a prismBe a participant, think they can go back when there isn’tWent from having a vision to half of the businessI watched it happen, they’re complicit, blame capitalismThink he passed gone, how could they not be?Piggy-backed off, jumped the shark Fonzy!Ticky-tac-toed too far, caused meThinking back on how their past now annoys meRespect a side-hustleBut when a politician’s coming out to your song I’m buying nothingTalked into delivery adds by a publicistA fine line between being a mogul and a puppetbigmcenroeAnother season of bachelors flatulenceBottom feeders actors and petulancePetty Bruhas cake boss and rupaulFor me escapisms loading up the uhaulthe true goals all make you turn the news offLife short times small get your tom cruise onI go the other way never ending need to knowBookend the average day bending to the doomscrollTrying to find the reel foe ignorance the heel to twoInfinite conspiracies reeling in the gullibleGovernment they’d overthrow for the wrong reasonsNot for corruption greed and tax cheatingNot the poor bleeding endless war machiningBut for the heathens preaching white grievanceThey’ve gone too far down a YouTube rabbit holeKeepin you distracted don’t let em have it yall

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Bazooka Joe 204Saw a tape of my freestyles from 99 Made me wanna kill myself man I’m traumatizedJust another label spitroasted over beersSing along to a radio that no one hearsI’m all alone cooing to myself againFar from home refusing any help from friendsA stranger acting strangely in a foreign landGoing ham with a fraulein in VietnamI rode my Yamaha into the mountain three daysWith the White Thais, jackfruit, and rice wineRap into the wind while my knees shakeThen retire to the treehouse in the nighttime Sing along to a radio that no one hears YyLooking back in third-personPeople think I’m talking to myself when I’m rehearsing, still land feet firstPassive reassurance first you have to eat dirtChance of reoccurring really has to be the worstWhat could happen? Stay current with some help from the kidsWatching the clouds anticipate what’s coming nextI did it for this and us and if no one caresI’ll sing along to a radio that no one hearsI always did never quite know where to fitDrop me in and I begin to look over the fenceThen complain I can’t find a shoulder to sitBut still commit, hold my head and roll with the hitsA mix of having lots to learn while being basically rightRoom to grow but knew you had to know your place if you’re whiteCan’t pretend from a preconceived no ideaWhile tuning in to a frequency that’s so unclearbigmcenroeThat dirty ass feeling yeah not so freshAs I’m blasting time for living in a bloody messDon’t run no interference on me cashing chequesI start to question my position as a PacifistIn the pacific I toss your specific correspondenceThis is not only a test yo I’m only being honest on thisTopic in particular patron of the provinceI’m a modern day calligrapher with manslaughter vehicularI’m taking the perimeter passing by the royal mintTeach myself to think bigger motives like the oils glintWhen you was a glimmers in your daddy’s eye - I was bentMaking all this magic in the lab passion paying rentI been in this so deep, memorizing cross streetsVandalizing posh spots, I got the cred, I show receiptsRecognize traditions but we eschew all the typicalTax them like an escrow then oil the bread - escargotMaybe its impossible the pressure is the EscherLike I’m in the movie business but I’m happy as an usherTeach my young sons just to steer clearI sing along to a radio that no one hearsI sing along to a radio that no one hears

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Bazooka Joe 204Man I used to traffic rush hour stops and startsAnd hide my beer cans for the people with the shopping cartsThat old game bored like Candyland or Scotland YardIn the bathroom with Candyman who got a cardI fill a jerry can with f*cks and light that sh*t ablazeOn top remaining no home training cuz I misbehaveMcenroe at his peak I’m a writer at his zenithPull out your microphone and watch the Yyfer make you eat itFrom the era of the OG a cappela and remixWatching KJ and Thunder Dan sunning em out in PhoenixSupersonic flex like Olden PolyniceAnd I’m dwelling in the past cuz the present is giving griefFrom the dancehall grinding yelling murder demThey say do what you love and you will never work againThey were wrong the Park-Like stay working on them stemsMaking with no end game playing words with friendsYy Hook Whatcha heard? Depends, don’t concern with themWe prefer different, playing words with friendsWe deserve what we get once we murder a sentenceWe confer with them, playing words with friendsYyUsed to sample more examples than I care to giveNot for a beat, for a style, that’s imperativeStarted really making moves after I had a kidLike when’s that happen? Less downtime than I ever didBack when rappers had a record you better bow downBring a written to a battle you’re getting drowned outWent from sinking to a paddle, Wizard from a BulletWinning even when defeated like my name was Todd MacCullochTrading tapes, early internet homie, whatcha into?Influenced by regional sh*t, places I’ve never been toYou can seek but won’t get it, nothing can compare to itThinking I’m gonna part with something this sentimentalPrestreaming knee-deep in, play it until it diesYou invested in an album you listened 20 timesEven if it was a bad one, play it once againWere the days coming up, I’m still playing words with friendsbigmcenroepicking away at crosswords scrape away at scrabble tilessocially so awkward others play and rabble rousealways have the last word no matter what you brag aboutgraduate with honours no way that we’ll be ratted outwaiting for that carousel to come aroundthe A list end around who party til the sun comes outsend em out occupy wall street end the dowbillionaire dead beats we can’t keep defending nowthe PLS flashback midnight expressbullet train fast track Amsterdam Budapestkinda good at everything I coulda been a coderinstead i went for energy Gorgio Moroderi got the A in algebara a B for me in langugage artswin the day on talent bruh beefin me aint very smartcause im ill at everything rap and take a track apartdemos meant to demonstrate exactly where the masters are

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YyEven in the solo tip I’m all about the crew sh*tThose I came up with and other brought me in the movementTight-knit group never booted out a JudasGetting through whatever’s threw at us, knew that we can do thismcenroe is like a big brother beating on producersAnything you’re doing I’ve been through it with BazookaJoe’s the family, chuck a duce up, never have to prove itHunnicutt’s my dude just like St. Lou who introduced usPractically blood it goes way beyond the musicNess, Crooks, Gruf, Gumshoe and Pip the truth isThat the people you’re surrounded push you to improvementEither keep up with the talent or issuing excusesThe fan, the friend, the teacher and the studentThere for when you need em, run they’ll beat you to itChilling with my feet up or coming with the foolishnessMaking collaborations with my crew until I’m toothlessBazooka Joe 204We’re from Winnipeg and Brandon and Portage in ‘TobaThe Hudson Bay area known to go dumbHeard your crew’s masterpiece for me it was ho hum2022 can’t knock it for having no drumsLate 90s was my start dateMore late nights than a card gameFarm Fresh funky as Bar-Kays Way back like a sketchy arcade, Vaughn and HargraveReminisce when the shuffle finds a beauty songNo scruple when we double cross the rubiconHumble beginnings Adidas and Puma donMaking maneuvers through losses but never lose the bondNothing in the world I wouldn’t do for RodKill a real live human Grand GuignolLoyal to Danny like an idiot in QAnonAnd 22 years ain’t sh*t I’m never moving onbigmcenroeFor me its been about the journey all about the crew sh*tDreams of maximizing earnings, whylin out on cruise shipsObviously secondary searching for the new nessTill they wheel me in a gurney over like John GrudenIf feeling scholarly or acting like a nuisanceHanging at the dollar tree planning with out two centsTo rub together we covering our deficitsWe keep it clever and never run with pessimistsWe keep the standards hi pandering is to sinNo other crew alive that I wish I’d been inBeen in this square biz for a minCan you look your captor in the eyes and take it on the chinNo way that I go alone tho I’m known for doloCause its a rollercoaster ride emotions like a yo-yoBuzz aldrean type of pioneer never falteringMe and joe and Danny stirring potions in a CalderonWilburys Travellin’ ask roy Orbisontour meal KFC dreamin of cornish hensbonds built forever driving more luck than sensecounting up fives and tens down for whatever

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YyYou have no idea how cold I feelI’m a grow my beard, don’t mind meI know my needs, know my rightsShow ID, go buy it and smoke my weed, nahNot gonna go quiet and sow my seedsNon-compliant, write Dope Rhymes like Chill Rob G.I’m a giant on my own but I’m still mob deepI’m a keep looking down from the hilltop peak, repeat:Merrily merrily there will be cat therapyGuaranteed security despite disparity thereinThe severity that’s inherentApparently buried deep, fahrenheat eleventy To infinity been this way since ‘93Consider the environment try to win the economyWhile not inheriting, remain anonymyNo parity while charity is an anomalyWhat kind of people contemplate, often make operatingComplicated god forsaken combinationMy neighbour’s nominated, they’re predominantly confidentIn all the ways but that does not pertain to all of thoseWithout a voice, but their persona’s hateTo them it’s not a choice I never would accommodate themWhoever thought to make a comment to a congregationWith their incompetence should have to sign a waverbigmcenroeYou have - no clue so you shouldn’t assume got aHeavyset presence call me johnny larueWhen I enter the room its temples of doomGot my autograph they want to take my temperature tooSo Frigidaire cool north American foolBoth scrupulous and scandalous I vary the twoSame sh*t diff day like a Carey rebootBut there’s a line around the block that I can barely get throughIt’s all about the madness taking one step beyondActing like a bad bitch, gaming on your pelotonSad sitch - complaining on the price of petrolForget the autobahn I’m hopping on the metro rockingKraftwerk patchwork postings and advertswanna rule the world maybe get your undergrad firstNo MBA hanging in my entry wayBut beats banging is ingrained into my DNABazooka Joe 204Northern Exposure the slush on the plainsCold as the nose of a mutt on a chainFrozen to the floe edgebrush off my nameWith a gabigmcenroeage mitt or the rustiest bladesSnowy rain cut your coat like a buzzsawThe majestic musk ox flexing at bus stopsDust off musty and dampUsed to dream big now I just need a napParty in the front no funny stuff in the backPlugging cords into sockets a dummy with a stackHoles in my pockets a rummy and a matchbookPoking through my stockings trust me it’s a bad lookBad luck bad beat for the bad seedPack heat voiceover in the ad readCheap pop in the ring like glacierKryonic kicking that frostbitten behaviour

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YyInevitable like 7 o’clockBetter to talk than never know I never forgotReady or not don’t ever go, said I would stopExcept for a cop, Jennifer Jones hit on the dot exactlyComing at me, double dashCouple cashmere, “what does that mean?” Nothing badSomething fancy, come up with plan B, “come again?”Someone grab me a rubber band, “what’s up with that?”?It depends, if I can’t even understandWhat you’re saying I won’t pretend and you can quote me on itPunch ya in the muncher but I’m so beyond aLeft hook, give it to you straight, doesn’t go with tonicShow up with no electronic, know what?Don’t expect homage, woke up and know when you got itWhat someone doesn’t acknowledge comes back withSo much technology really someone should follow himGod almighty got on one knee, gave him moneyI don’t want to hear the onomatopoeia, Lordy!Not a lot of the above, ought to be enoughWant em out of here like the thought of being in loveCut of meat economy: a bottom-eater’sGotta eat, that doesn’t mean there’s a lot of beefThat’s out of sync, that’s how to thinkDatabank got ‘em at an angle, it’s not a thingbigmcenroeas you edge on to the precipice - hedging for the suckebigmcenroeetI organize an exodus - dredging up the muck and yetthis rebel cause trouble for the fun of itstraw polls robocalls underhanded bloody messthis vet aint missed yet any misstep is a mis rep and you can quote me on itmind of a robot benefits probioticFencer pens worth six million so bionicoh my god its symbiotic so symbolicyou need cymbalta alter your chemistryyou need a late pass check with your embassyyou seek asylum while we piling up the victoriesi suffer from an empathy deficiencyemcee sympathy just isn't memy MD chemistrypreempts the emptycheck my understudies ten deepdo you understand my MOeff the ifs and whens yocount on one hand those who listened to my demochip on my shoulder but its all in the mentalso I flip on a poser cause he's rolling in a rentalauto or audio I own it all know it soim calling this an audit as I tell you what your sposed to knowhonoured in from montreal to tokyopondering destruction of your hokey flowBazooka Joe 204Fire on the mountain riding on a fountainMired in being bout it sliding through your house an’Apologize for shouting all rise and be countedBiters eat the chowder Abbeying your DowntonAll up in your downwind north side and south endImagine me caring an ounce about clout friendEspecially considering the pounds I would tout thenDogpaddle through catpiss in a drought thenI fear no mutt flea’d and scurvy’dIt’s the fed pure bred that feed me worriesOn empty stomachs the dreams are fitfulWe got open hands and they got fistfulsFeet on the table fingers on the missilesBorn on third thought they hit a tripleBroke bad with dad Malcolm in the MiddleAnd you can quote me on that no motherf*cking riddle