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I am a sword, and the bullshit is a thin piece of flesh. Additionally, I not only want the fruits of my labor, I want the soil in which it grows, errythang.

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Ok, to be fair, I also still live in a one-room apartment but it’s beautiful, but it’s just a metaphor for a humble beginning and now this “shit,” meaning what I’ve got going in music is bigger than I can cover with one stool-wipe.

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Cunninlingus is in the skill set, as is being a rudebwoy. C'mon rudebwoy.

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Beyond simply “sonning” someone, I “sun, moon, and star” them, suggesting I just shit all over them, while still providing a celestial backdrop that’s just beautiful.

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You can’t get in my way. I will not be stopped. Juggernaut shit. My presence is akin to letting loose a predatory beast among passive, docile animals that are usually just reserved for petting zoos. But who says you can’t pet a tiger? I love cats. Also, if you want that money, book me, and I’ll hold shit down, hence the comparison to Tobias, of Arrested Development “having it covered” like his loins in his never-nude jean shorts. Or jorts.

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Though you’d think this is a reference to “Set it Off,” on the record, it’s not. Off the record, it is. I love “Set it Off.”

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There’s makers and takers, like Paul Ryan said, except it’s more like makers and eaters, and honestly, it’s more the Paul Ryans taking from the non-Paul Ryans. Oh yeah, and my man, Pedro calls me “Mito.” He loves calling people “Mito.”

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My mom raised me to be fair, transparent, and willing to do stuff that isn’t prestigious when it’s necessary. Thanks, mom.

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We’re making our own violent lunatics at the end of the day, so if we’re going to keep doing this, I’m not planning on being here that long. Let’s stop fucking our kids up through adulthood.

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“I’m the only unique person or artist in the world.” — Everybody ever, 0 BCE-2013 CE

But I swear I am.

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Thank you, Leroy. Your compliment has made me feel powerful as a pat on the back from Paul Bunyan.

Here they are from my phone directly copied and pasted as I wrote it originally

verse 1:

wake up, put the brush to my busted teeth
Day one of these lucky luxuries
now i wake up whenever it comforts me
sit down on the train on a dusty seat

into the city where they hustle, cheat,
just to eat a more supple meat
why pay for the cow when the tongues for free
i'mma save the world so my first son can see

they might find the door but never touch the key
they get tricked by a slick mike huckabee
all my old ways now seeming dumb to me
but you’d have prob'ly done the same when you were young as me

i’m taking every shot til the buzzer beeps
and touching every base til i scuff my cleats
been nice since i was in dungarees
so when it’s all done i'mma fuck and feast

verse 2

now i used to play with them little army men
until i really learned what an army meant
got fans that are uniformed guardians
and they’ve all got family that longs for them

i don’t wanna hear another word from barack
til he turns up the clock and brings them home
they’re needed more here where the people
don’t fear the next moment something explodes

and we’re still torturing, damn it feels fraudulent
to lie that we’re more righteous than the people that we war against
the audience is partying with all the best intoxicants
as their fellow humans smell the fumes of dead and rotten flesh

verse 3

I go to sleep then open each
My eyes to find that no one seems
To care about the slowly creeping
Ocean sea that’s growing deeper

Oh you just be hating soul
Cause they’re too cold like the h2o
Where the glaciers float, wait wait, where’d the glaciers go?
Nevermind your brain’s too slow

Sorry if i’m not believin what you taught to stop the heathens
And really if there’s kharma why did they leave Gandhi bleedin
I ain’t trapped within the lines of any kind of Palm you’re readin
This is my life and I'mma live it like I always dreamed it