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Assholes
03:22
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INTRO:
Yeah. So some mayors, provincial premiers,
company CEO’s, leaders of countries,
your next door neighbour, all have something in common...
VERSE ONE:
No one makes a peaceful person wanna punch a face in like an asshole!
Yeah that's y'all being bad Buddhists,
but just cancel ya plans of all adulation to this
sadist savage acting brutish with your feelings trying to prove it
that really childish behaviour gets rewarded. Of course, it's
even worse when that outburst gets ignored. Then it's “War” in
lieu of being a reasonable human being. I'm floored when
I hear from peers, people explicitly-trusted disappear
with no remorse for their vanishing act. Gaslight you.
That might move you to a panic attack. Sad life - you
trapped, like you live on a flattening raft missing air.
They didn't care. The truth is not banishing that
delusion that shit's cool when it be far from it
- lying for sport - and endorsed by an ego that's all scum with
no humility. Literally think that we all function
for their benefit. Just full of shit with an emotional deficit!
Yeah, just expect this shit!
CHORUS: (x’s 2)
You know them cats - cold as if that's so witty,
with a holy act sold to the mass, though filthy.
Call ‘em assholes cause they act so shitty.
And since they lack souls, bro, I have no pity!
BREAK:
Assholes (x’s 3)
They are assholes!
VERSE TWO:
Best surround yourself with sensitive people to flourish.
Sociopaths have a facade that's switched on for jerking people around,
'cause they want what they want, and know that we could get down
with their purpose if their response on the surface
appears to be remotely empathic. A habit
not truly rooted in feeling - new to goons who be stealing
your time, energy, money and worse. Just vampires. Cursed?
Maybe you feel tragic, but that shit's not on you.
Safe to say that, that kid is bat-shit-crazy cuckoo
bananas. They cheat on you and challenge the
POV you had. That was mean to do, but they have a
show to do - an aire to put on. And so glaringly awful.
Don't care 'bout your probs, but, yo, they run your office
or country and talk a load they can't back up. And so,
put your middle fingers in the air
for the unstable, scheming, shallow narcissist you can't bear.
Yeah!
CHORUS & BREAK
VERSE THREE:
What a bunch of douchebags! Hard to deduce that
thing called the "truth" with some dudes playing loose, fast
and cheeky with your feelings. There's no healing, just new scabs
over old ones on their own heart. They won't start wit news that
they might have a medical problem, or family member that taught 'em
that their behaviour is awesome. Don't be afraid to be on 'em,
‘cause they rationalize pain that they'll inflict.
Get a phone for these assholes - call ‘em on their shit.
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VERSE ONE - MORE OR LES:
Loneliness and despair seem to be the daily flex where
plebs dare to fight what feels like a hex paired
to their soul. Yo let's care to make connections -
I don't mean for biz perks. Accept there's
more to it. More humans
more willing to let their wants be their guide
when they fear that their needs make them weak, so they hide
not relating IRL. Pics online show you’re fine.
Five thousand followers don't know to help you sleep at night
that you're hugging extra pillows just to flee isolation
'cause all touch is next to zero while you keep giant hatred
for any romantic couple in public. A thought located in grief.
You want a bae and not beef, that's not debated. But seems
like a task, herculean for you to be meeting
a decent human being who's seeing you as you and not
being deceiving. If even possible to close the gap
between belonging and being --
CHORUS - LES & LAURA BARRETT:
All alone. All alone.
Try to connect with people, but they all seem so far,
that you might as well be living on Mars.
Left alone. Left alone.
Try to avoid creeps that ‘cause you harm, but can't get far.
Yeah, you wish that you were living on Mars.
VERSE TWO - LES:
Wish there was a hole that you could fall through
Instead'a facing all these souls that say it's all cool for
you to face y'fears. Been tormented for years, and,
nevermind the toll that it could cost you. You're
coming off as abnormal. Ask for ya
to fall in line: request is past formal. Fam' for ya.
You got your mind open to stuff. Theirs: closed, don't think of much.
Exposed to them's a tough sale 'cause they'll trust tales
of failure more than your successes, 'cause they think their succesor's
rejecting all their lessons. Forgot their own rebellion.
Who's sticking 'round? You’re jetting. You wish for some respect and
understanding. And demanding that might get you affection.
But the end of that deal is just raw.
Escape plans are great, man. Never have to ignore
Your feelings. Try appealing to good nature.
But when that fails, just take ya
leave. Believe you can be yourself!
CHORUS
VERSE THREE - LAURA:
I'll make all my own meals
grow seeds into real plants,
rearrange, dust, paint, still
make time to dance
in the background, the radio
the exact sound of somebody home
to share in my routines.
Don't care that they're a machine.
CHORUS
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3. |
Mean Little Myth
03:17
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VERSE ONE:
This one might hurt - discussing my own worth.
Call myself "worthless" and worse around the clock. It's a terse
relationship with myself. Perception's not down to earth.
I'm trying to get grounded, surf the feelings my mind exerts.
Yeah, cursed is how I feel - my fate is sealed. The worst
isn't what I am, but feel I can't ever see the girth of my
accomplishments, tarnishing all the things I birth.
All the things I birth are examples that my things never work.
Try to rework the image. Sweep shit under a rug.
Keep stuff up in a closet. That shit is never love -
it's from a place of fear. I fear I'm never done
finding another angle to hammer in "I'm not enough"
into my brain matter. That chatter I'm trying to plug -
or unplug. It's tough to change, but one must.
They may start small, but they get large - that's the crux:
fake tales - they harm when they become facts you trust.
CHORUS: (x’s 2)
There are evil tales we won't fail to tell ourselves -
like we’re faulty or adversity never gets repelled.
Yo, there’s nothing you can say worse than what I tell myself.
We all have mean little myths that need to get dispelled.
VERSE TWO:
There's a grand narrative that you've been building
of yourself that started since back when you were children.
Some of it's made up of facts, other bits are fiction.
And the fake stuff is made up to help curate the vision
you want people to see. It fills gaps and voids - uncertainty's destroyed. But chat in extremes
means growth won't proceed. It's easy to be victims
of our own success. These stories become religion -
like: "I can't plan shit - never make good decisions"
or "Computers hate me" or "I'm bad with children."
These statements are prisons - limitations we live in.
Be clinging to bad shit - balance is that missing piece.
Include that good-good in your tale. Believe
you can handle what concerns you, not just concede
that you're worm food. Learn new ways to live.
It's ok to make a mistake, but you're not one - that's not a myth.
CHORUS (x’s 2)
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4. |
Blue Moon
03:46
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CHORUS:
Of course it's great to be out wit' your team, squad or crew,
but if it's not in the cards for you, it's not for me to judge.
You keep up how you can, and it's cool.
If it's once in a blue moon, it's once in a blue moon.
You might wanna open the door to being outside more.
But still can't find the strength to move?
Don't sweat that. Whatever you can handle, I'm cool.
So if it's once in a blue moon, it's once in a blue moon.
VERSE ONE:
Staying at home cause you want to? Or flaunt two,
three or four excuses. Mi amor to you is
Weed vape and muses - internet and music.
Refuge from refuse. Stress looms to do shit to you,
soon as you step outside. You're not amused with
the chance that you just might die simply from movement.
Effects due to virus, Black lives getting muted.
Depressed? You bet your hide that that's the truth in
the lives of lots. That's your lot? Then I'm in tune with
your belief that relief lies in never moving. But
that said, you're half dead. Not that much improvement
coming to you. And you deserve a life - I'd like to see you
live it. But if it's more perilous by the minute,
when out your spot, then stop the clock. Don’t give it
a second thought - your back is “got,” just pivot with punches
launched. No love is lost - I’ll just see you when I see you.
CHORUS
VERSE TWO:
It's ok, I know the play. I know it takes a lot of
energy to be getting up out your domicile. Wanna style
out. Wait, it's all just a pile - a lie out of y'mouth.
You wanna hide out? I doubt it's as bad as agoraphobia.
More of a fear of dealing wit’ people wit’ all their feelings. It
never ceases to amaze you: ways people feel legit
talking shit to feel better ‘bout how they really live.
Awkward if you feel tethered to honest dealings. It’s
hard to give two shit’s whether or not they seem to miss
your presence. Intensive interrogation’s a pretty shit
reason to travel. You battle yourself on the theory if
“You do nothing, you get nothing,” stunting your growth wit serious
impact. But if that means hanging out wit idiots,
you’ll skip that and kick back with a six pack. Your feeling is
they need to just stop and get lost. But the shock, is that it’s
all in your head. Yep, they just wanted to talk.
CHORUS
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5. |
Help
03:34
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CHORUS:
People always need it but they don't get it.
'Cause they don't get it that they always need it
People always need it but they don't get it.
'Cause they don't get it that they always need it.
People always need it but they don't get it.
That’s help. That’s help.
VERSE ONE:
That's a four letter word I’ve observed
that creates mild panic in most folks when it’s heard.
Never know when shit's coming like a bucket full of turds
thrown at Nerds - find that you just can't manage what occurs.
That's not always the deal, but when it is, some conceal
their lack of skill to handle it rather than reveal
that support is required. “You'll only be admired
if you do it all yourself. Like who would ever aspire
to need someone else to do it for them, is a liar
or a lazy S.O.B.” is your conceit. But that’s just tied up in ya
ego and desire to never owe anything to anyone. That's the life ya
wanna lead. You don't wanna heed the warnings or read the signs
like stars in the sky that you can’t see, blinded by the lights,
or like spots in a scan seen hiding in your hide, you might
try to ignore. Try explore new styles and get help.
CHORUS
VERSE TWO:
Be a stuck-up, ignorant fuck and keep insisting
that you don't need assistance. You're just being an ass in that instance.
Resistant to use your head instead.
Pride is your guide that leads to accidents in an instant.
Yo, listen - I know you wouldn’t see a therapist,
‘cause who in their right mind would find joy facing their scary shit.
But that’s tough love, y’know. It’s tough, luv. You go
kick rocks or pick lots of others to blame for how you suffer. Ok.
It’s not enough to just say "I'll do better."
That's not a very clever way to stay away from
doing necessary work to traverse hardships. Aww shit,
you’re gonna have to have an honest talk wit’
yourself at some point in the future. Just use the
opportunity presented here - ignore the fear,
that seeking help’s a sign of weakness. That’s some weak shit
put upon you by society at large. Yo, tell ‘em off, do what you want to.
But won’t you consider having backup? Too many have their back up
at the thought of being helpless, so that’s what
they’re clearly fighting against. Not really righteous defense.
But it’s that slightest offense, that makes families act up.
And that’s the point that I’m trying to make -
when you don’t speak to ya fam ‘cause they’re trying to take
you out a bad spot you hate and you lacked the mind to escape,
it’s gotta hurt them as much as it hurts you, so just take help.
CHORUS
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VERSE ONE:
Word to the cerebrum. See son, to succeed some,
you need not concede some stiffly-bunk belief
bums bump how you don't need one. Each one could teach one,
instead'a trying to hide it and find it cool just to seem dumb.
Let's reach one's potential - just sharpen up mental
acuity. Maturity handling Truth's essential.
Security in “certainty” has currency. Rental
of facts is the stencil that wack people flex so they act
like execs. But I can't stress enough y'all
that your shit's just a bluff, saying stuff - you know fuck all.
While real peeps who know, know status quo gets broke.
With every new theory proven, old laws get revoked.
So, clearly, you keep improving to learn flex and growth.
Hard to thrive when surviving with all you knew at twelve years old.
But talking shit's a sport for folks obsessed with roles
and titles. Knowing things is not “elite”, just vital!
CHORUS:
Constantly amazed at the great intelligence
some display - claim using a brain's maleficent,
when it's them running evil, dumbing people down lots.
Could be facts over thoughts, instead a' letting minds rot.
Yo, I’m constantly amazed at the great intelligence
some display - claim using a brain's maleficent.
Only evil I'm guilty of is impatience for those schmucks.
A tally of dumb fucks that amounts to “donuts.”
VERSE TWO:
Word to the prefrontal cortex. Ignore threats
to cultivating knowledge, you might get treated like door steps -
I mean "door stops." My core thoughts: I'm more vexed
with people rejecting intelligence, than lacking more. Bet
they get it in their head that's just about showing off
and you knowing more than they know is so wrong.
Any expert is flawed - why take that word as a law?
So they're always right. Know what it's like to be winning but lost.
What an embarrassing cost for the sake of an ego stroke.
They're free but no chance to rise. Society thrive? I feel no hope
when they favour knowing nothing over growing. Dumb in
the privacy of their own home is their own biz, but voting fucks in
who don't know shit, is a diss to our existence.
Smart enough to wreck the world, but dumb enough to not fix it.
I'd rather listen to someone who learned shit for years,
than some rando with opinion based on irrational fear.
(to be clear!)
CHORUS
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7. |
Relax (feat. DJ Unknown)
04:38
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VERSE ONE:
This here is the moment of a lifetime.
Take a break from your bullshit and trife’ times.
Wanna play some tunes - that's a lifeline
for many. Or get me on a dock, high
at your cottage paying homage to a lifestyle
of leisure you might find means to refine. I
might hang at a coffee shop without my
phone out, no doubt – you can't stop my
big plan to do little. A waterfall and picnic are cool. Get rid'a
all the stress - tall request. Never remove all bits o'
crap. That's a trap - you can do what you do,
that's just the facts. Get miraculous rewards when you choose
to get a deep tissue massage. Pain'll fade away into a mirage.
Smoke a eighth, and lose that ruder facade.
Feeling greater when you swim or you jog.
Some say “meditate - that's the way to get you calm in your thoughts.”
Productivity'll live in a box with well-defined walls.
Chill, let y'mind walk,
after working hard for a short period of time,
instead of time lost working your hind off,
not getting much done. Not really much fun.
Gonna’ get in some sun, with a crew or loved one:
that's an unsung tale in the West. "Bum"
is the name you'll get from the high-strung hum drum, but--
CHORUS:
Once in a while, all you need to do is relax. (x's 2)
These are confessions of a workaholic -
"Work til you fall" is a way to fall quick.
Once in a while all you need to do is relax.
VERSE TWO:
Get into that beer on a patio on a dead night,
songs simpatico with moods - and that's just "light."
Just like fresh, washed fruit, and the best bite,
is each one of ‘em. Loving them "sweaty fête"’s like
[it feel hot at night]. While in the day, it's
naps with your loved one - snuggle up. Take trips
up to the Shoppers Drugmart - just basic
chores while you ignore the clock. Just play shit
cool. Best ignore the talk that
claims it's a fool who just can't work non-stop.
What that'll do to your body is hardly the hearty party
that you wanna join in. You'll think you're a smartie.
There's a point when you'll bend, and you'll call the
ambulance. Not a happenstance for your "Tragic Pants."
Magic can't appear to disappear what is there.
What is here, is some chances to repair all the stress that is there –
the solution: to stare into space. Great
to have it - a habit that's gonna’ dare you to create.
A little more passion to be inactive has a taste
of irony. Likely to be rewarding if you take
the time to make some time to chillax.
Age-old sign of hate inside: you spill that
"there's no way to take a break!" Yo, kill that
thought. Not a lock on your brain box - feel that:
CHORUS x’s 2
VERSE THREE:
A little weird it takes effort to do nothing
for my peers. So austere, never revere jumping
into activities hacking that spirit. Needs
get benefitted. You’re never missing shit if you treat
your mental health. It'll help
if you work on a colouring book, colour a mandala.
Take some time to cook, try your hand at a
sudoku, jigsaw, or crossword.
I know too, some of you feel off and awkward
with the idea that petting pets will lower your level of stress,
Blood pressure, heart rate. Great. I know "never a rest
for the wicked." But if you're patient, "getting upset" lowers in its
probability of frequency. And learning patience
is a skill that needs to be practiced –
relaxing is an easy means to be tapping
in that shit. Fantastic regency
over tension, anxiety, fears and trauma
could be yours, instead'a false piety "they're softer"
is the reason that people are unable to conquer
everything they face. Make space for dropping
fake notions. Increase y'quotient of awesome.
In commotion, know emotions get larger
when you miss rest. Yes, gonna’ stress the topic.
You can sleep when you're dead, but that death comes hot quick!
CHORUS x’s 2
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VERSE ONE:
As we start aging,
some of us start looking back and think amazing
things used to happen all the time, and it's flagrant,
searching for the moments of Life
that be shoving out a thought that's black.
The peaks of time are always on the mind. Sometimes
music will combine with an incorrect belief
that everything was fine. The truth of that shit, y'all,
is what used to undermine gets shoved to the back
and all that remains is a vision of prosperity.
But concepts of "old school" and "back in the day"
exist for a reason. No memory of who you used to be,
means you lack any identity today.
This stops me from rocking gear like a teenager,
or back on gear I rocked when I was a teenager,
before I had status and got paid ta
rock mics. Past life hype's a guide to strive for later.
CHORUS:
[Nostalgia] I want original media,
but I know it's just easier feeding us
[Nostalgia.] When the future looks really tough,
we find comfort in the past, so we're keeping up
[Nostalgia.] The past informs our belief in us,
helps navigate the Present - always needing some
[Nostalgia.]
VERSE TWO:
Some of us would rather forget our pasts altogether.
Or at least, retcon the shit out of 'em like regrettable
deals made with a devil-like demon named Mephisto.
But we can't bring back those we lost. That's a diss fo'
all the marvels in our life. We have to "get it right
all the time" is a thought in us all. Living like
that, is just amazing fantasy we cannot manage. Seems
the preferred way our brains take pain and tragedy
is turn ‘em into glorious thoughts of the past.
But it’s healthier to remember, some of it sucked ass.
It’s a catch - we outlast the time the pain lasts.
Free at last when we learn from mistakes. Named this task:
CHORUS:
[Nostalgia] I want original media,
but I know it's just easier feeding us
[Nostalgia.] When the future looks really tough,
we find comfort in the past, so we're keeping up
[Nostalgia.] The past informs our belief in us,
helps navigate the Present - always needing some
[Nostalgia.]
VERSE THREE:
What happens in your past, certainly shapes your future.
My love for art will last, if writers embrace some new stuff,
instead'a trying to cashin on childhoods, it's gruesome.!
just a lazy act for profit, I'm not removed from
'cause I do it too, when I jack records. Tact gets ya
lots more props, so I flip breaks ta to twist nature
into some shape that ya sorta can relate at a
microscopic level, never lose originality:
My coda. Pop soda saccharin clones can keep
popping off. I'm a chimera of epochs you
thought were long gone, plus future shock to dat ass.
A dash of "classic" with a pinch of "reminisce." Remember this?
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9. |
Nostalgia Pt. 2
01:56
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Animal Man
B.A. Barrachus
Casual
Daredevil
Elektra
Frank Miller
Grendizer
H
Ice Cube
Jackin' for Beats
Kill at Will
Live at the BBQ / Large Pro
Mad Scientist
Ninety Three Til'
O.C. / OPP
Posse In Effect
Q
Resistance Is Futile
Star Dragon
Troglodyte / TARDIS
Ultimate Nullifier
Voltron
Watcher
X-Men
Yavin / Yosemite Sam
Zartan / Zygons
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VERSE 01 - MORE OR LES:
Reality warp bubble - that's what it is,
when you wanna’ forever behave just like a little kid.
Never take responsibility for all the shit you be talking.
How's it not often they bopping you in your wig
is beyond me. Ag Christie murder mystery.
Could be solving y'problems with logic, but missed a beat.
Thinking all of the alternatives offered by other jerks
are kinda’ worthless, ‘cause your cranial surface is concrete!
VERSE 01 - SCHAFFER THE DARKLORD:
Oh, I've heard of you! You're the one who does their own research
Unlike these simple sheeple who respond with a knee jerk
You gather data searching all the sources where we weren't
Evidence is better when delivered with a weak smirk
Unquenchable quest for your truth is ruthless and passionate
You're clairvoyant, drop a stat before people ask for it
Once I thought I caught a lie, but after fact-checking it
I was wrong, 'cause you were only playing devil's advocate
CHORUS:
You ignore reality. Fallacy is that you’ve earned
respect from peers. Appears only opinion you've heard
in your life is your own. Spit your own truth for
everybody. Everything's good if you hear those two words:
[ You're right. That's right! ] 7 x’s
VERSE 02 - LES:
All hail the know-it-all Oracle fountain of knowledge
that knows nothing, says only suckas go to college.
Yo, it's drama they want, along wit that last word
every time they're talking. But, lot of their facts lack worth!
Getting kinda awkward at social gatherings - blathering,
battering everything. Scattering chattering
peeps who had a thing known as "a point."
Let's make it a point to buck the
Master at everything but shutting the fuck up!
VERSE 02: SCHAFFER:
You'd rather fight than trust, rather be right than just
You'd rather hide your dirt by turning off the lights than dust
You'd rather copy/paste reply a hundred times than discuss
You ain't educating us for fun; you teach 'cause you must
You know the media is lying, and you don't believe in science
Pushing back against the facts that contradict you with defiance
In any room it's you, my dude, whose IQ is the highest
Which you've proven through the memes you choose to back up your own bias
CHORUS
VERSE 03 - LES:
Never have a real chat or relate to people,
‘cause in a world where you're the best, you profess no equal exists.
Didn't come to make friends? I guess they're evil,
and you can't learn shit from them. Big blunder - that's really a myth.
No one lives in a vacuum. But your ego won't have you
think that help is a value. You just have some big daps due
from everyone. Rarely, one has right on the first stab. You
have impossible standards. No magic - keep lying t'get past dudes.
VERSE 03 - SCHAFFER:
Please gift us with the vision we can't see with our plain brains
And save us from ourselves or we'll keep bleating the same claims
Show us all the masters we can be at the blame game
Fuck it, you should add a PhD to your page name
You've taught me how to deal with stubborn lesser opponents
Who won't quit and keep going even after I've spoken
And lack common sense, so the note I've picked up
Is last comment wins, you post until they give up
CHORUS
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CHORUS - MORE OR LES:
You wanna show everything’s a “Go” and never slips,
so you always smile in pics.
You wanna follow a trend and not appear as misfits -
so you always smile in pics.
You wanna hide safe behind a mask and look legit,
that’s why you always smile in pics.
(Keep smiling y’all) x’s 3
VERSE - JESSE DANGEROUSLY:
Chin up. get your good angles. eyes all
lit up. If you feel strangled, all the more
reason to perform for your precious supporters
through the seasonal affective disorder
no one’s trying to see you out here having a wet cry
unless you had a bad breakup, or your pet died.
Anything else keep it locked inside and stay stoic.
Take a photo of a lake with a quote from a gay poet.
Here, use one of mine. sure the sun'll shine.
Burn you outside feeling next to nothing, but numb inside.
Saving up a little something for later,
peace sign, tongue out (AH!), stunting on the haters
such as me and also me, be the change you wanna see.
Photography technology, flawlessly makes apologies
A solid policy - it's important to know
A good photo conceals more than it shows
(hide away)
CHORUS - JESSE:
Make sure the only crack that shows is those lips
(that's why you always smile in pics)
You figure no-one's walked a mile in those kicks
(yeah, that's why you always smile in pics)
Pray for the wind to change so your face could stick
(that's why you always smile in pics)
(Keep smiling y’all) x’s 3
VERSE - LES:
Fours hours steady to practice a selfie.
Can this be healthy? Might make you wealthy,
if you're the corp' runnin' the app, that is. A perfect drug
to get you stuck. Search for love. Get a following of the masses quick,
or find out nobody cares about your whereabouts.
Low Likes on the pic? Just delete it, like it was never out.
More attention-getting with tales of upset and
you just smiling through the adversity,
hiding it like you're supposed to be.
Hashtag: Goals. Best time for you to post
is nine-thirty A.M. on a weekday. DMs take their toll
when specific randos ask you for booty pics.
You say "no," you're a snooty prick tease.
They hope you get a disease.
But you might have one already: a giant urge to receive
adoration. But most don't see it as an aberration,
just a validation for all the work put in to be a trend.
Take a break from views, we might be able to see again.
CHORUS - LES AND JESSE:
You wanna show everything’s a “Go” and never slips,
so you always smile in pics.
you figure no-one's walked a mile in those kicks
(yeah, that's why you always smile in pics)
You wanna hide safe behind a mask and look legit,
that’s why you always smile in pics.
(Keep smiling y’all) x’s 3
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12. |
Mentality
03:30
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INTRO:
Myths that my team never want to believe:
mental illness can exist in POC.
More than a question of mentality.
More than a question of mentality.
VERSE ONE:
"You just need to get your mind right."
But not everyone gets wisdom from "high flights of fancy."
Thinking meds are "fancy" or a "white people thing",
or for rich people. Think it's a trick of the light. But I might
agree with the latter. A "rights equal thing."
Education could level the playing field. Say the deal
is you learn that other people maybe feel what you feel,
there might be sources of help for your ordeal not revealed.
Yeah, some might cost skrilla. Lots iller - y’all may feel
that you’re not worth the lolly. Not solving it might appeal.
And that might be the illness talking. I’m into steering all things
discussed in the direction of acceptance,
admission, and recognition, not self disgust.
Stop “self-destruct” mechanisms locked within.
But talk’s just a buck. I know it ‘cause I’ve also been
caught - just mistrust, my own thinking. It’s hard to shift
Mentality.
CHORUS:
Myths that my team never want to believe:
mental illness can exist in POC.
More than a question of mentality.
More than a question of mentality.
Myths that my team never want to believe:
mental illness can exist in POC.
More than a question of mentality.
VERSE TWO:
“It’s all in your mind,” but that doesn’t mean it's fake.
'cause what you feel is real, like you just can’t escape,
and that feeling in your body like the whole world’s at stake
might be justified as well as coincide with your state.
Not your fate designated by some deity, or seem to be
cursed by some Obia, or told that ya need to pick
yourself up. That’s just a bunch of bullshit. I get the
urge for that diatribe is society telling the lie
if you hide, you thrive. Don’t need the scam.
For some of us, it’s genetic, running through our fam’.
For others, comes unexpected and undo your plans.
Regardless, y'all, understand to hold it in, is unhelpful.
Mental illness is more than things feeling stressful
or depressing. Yes, King - yes Queen, express your
truth with no shame. Put in the frame of “health”, you’re
due for a check-up - don’t let up until some help comes
through!
CHORUS
OUTRO:
I wanna be more than talk.
Seek help with my feelings and explore my thoughts.
I wanna be more than talk.
Seek help with my feelings and explore my thoughts.
Let’s be more than talk.
Seek help with our feelings and explore our thoughts.
Let’s be more than talk. Let’s be more than talk.
Let’s be more than talk.
Seek help with our feelings and explore our thoughts.
Let’s be more than talk. Let’s be more.
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VERSE ONE - MORE OR LES:
In Western society, it's chill to pile work on.
Push yourself to a limit. Who could give it,
Y'know, a fuck - about your mental health?
"Oh yeah, that's just some jerk-off
who can't hold their shit together." System tells ya
that lie and more. Like "go buy some more, you can work off
the debt til your seventy." When I was young, met plenty peeps
working in the Art industry, used work in Finance,
quit, ‘cause they wanted to live beyond some triple-bypass
heart surgery. Some feel some urgency to keep up with the Joneses.
They jonesing for respect. Compete wreck
getting overwhelmed with no assistance, insisting
that they can go the distance on solo missions. A reflex
to just grin and bear it. And shit is buried in cisgender roles
like: moms handle everything and dads never show
any weakness. Stress gets released in
numerous ways - unhealthy, tumorous pain,
you wanna lose but it stays!
CHORUS:
[How y'all feel out there!?] Overwhelmed ‘cause I
got more problems than time to resolve ‘em.
[And it goes a little something like this] quite a lot.
Told that I should seek balance - I just want the stress to stop.
[How y'all feel out there!?] Overwhelmed, like these
chores are creepin’ up, and I’m just not keepin’ up
[And it goes a little something like this] just so often
that I think I’m too soft and sensitive and should be stopping.
VERSE TWO - MIKAL KHILL:
Sure, slide it over, I can take another project
A couple months might pass before I look at it in earnest
.
I’m good at carrying the burdens. I always wanna learn shit
,
Until I’m taking my lumpings crushed beneath my heart's furnace
.
But is it worth this? I want a better house
,
Better food on the table, and fillings in my mouth
,
Better AC, I’m in the south, gotta churn it out
.
Got you covered no doubt, the hook is gonna bang loud
.
As long as money’s green, the smile is a smoke screen
.
Bleeding out my life force - the American dream
.
Since I was fifteen, pouring out my heart
Working every week to break my brain into parts
.
Guess it’s a start. I got thirty years to go
Before they take my drained husk and throw my ass in a hole
.
I’m letting go of the idea of free time
,
Cause I’m on the clock every day until I fucking die.
CHORUS
VERSE THREE - MORE OR LES:
There are kids that are starving. Animals harmed and
our environment dying at a rate that's just alarming.
As a thinking, capable human, I think my job is
to right all the wrongs, get involved, help with stopping
all this BS I detest. But all too often
panic starts to build. A manic response is instilled.
And installed - pressure-sensitive trigger will set it off.
And perceived societal expectations will tell us all
to "Suck it up, buttercup." This is guaranteed to lead to a
clusterfuck of emotions and actions. Now I'm feeling
overwhelmed, so I'm packing my bat and
ball and glove, leaving the game and going home,
just ‘cause I can't hit a homer on the first go. So
switch the metaphor to “war” - I took the idea to “pick my
battles” as a better strategy. It's just a fallacy
that you can save everything - not a thought that I'd condone.
Just leave it alone. Accept select missions.
Only impossibility's not willing to be changing your vision
from black and white to when you bend light through a
Prism…
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VERSE ONE - MORE OR LES:
Look like "Mickey Smith as an Auton" - shit is all wrong,
'cause it ain't quite right. You've said a "Swan Song"
to reality and quality? What a policy
To endorse any and all fallacies ‘cause you wanna be
Grade-A without doing the homework. That won’t work.
Try to appear as something that you aren't, means you aren't
what you appear to be. Odds don’t like ugly. Don’t flirt
With "almost real" - sends a confusing message ‘bout your worth.
VERSE TWO - CHOKEULES:
Yo More Or Les, these phonies got me bored to death.
So I’ma kick a hornet's nest, it’s for the best.
Organ theft, you can hear they got no heart.
Claim to be the culture but they clearly play no part.
Y’all faker than my faux fur.
And no sir you ain’t rollin’ with chauffeurs.
Don dada non grata false prophets.
On God I gotta beg y’all stop it.
VERSE THREE - TIMBUKTU:
almost , close but no cigar
like the lawnmower man with busted VR
confusing the real with a pretty nice knockoffs
robots whole noggin full of botox
no props faker than a photo op
till the getting lost in the valley where it drops off
don't front eerie feeling
revealing the skin in the mirror peeling
releasing the fear within and elephants in the room
irrelevant to the crew cause they
can't perpetuate or re-interpolate what we do
they can't handle the truth
CHORUS:
Looking at you hard - something ain't quite right.
Yo, you're looking kinda odd, something ain't quite right.
I'm looking at you hard - something ain't quite right.
'Cause your look is kinda odd. Something ain't quite right.
VERSE FOUR - SHUBZILLA:
Things look dire from my perspective
Is it ‘cause I’m tired and introspective?
Four A.M. on a Wednesday night
The quality of sleep? That’d be mad-light.
Waking up at least twice to change and feed.
Baby-zilla up early - what she gotta need?
Red-alert. When the tears drop, won’t stop flowing
Seeing spots - it don’t matter. Gotta get the day going.
VERSE FIVE - INT EIGHTY:
A portfolio of enemies advance on these gates
Full of stolen identities I can't keep straight
Evasion of the quickest eyes, shutter speed is hypnotized
Social Insurance Number instantly synthesized
Weary, declaring the proof, a true zombie
Scared and unsharing my roots removed calmly
Massacre carefully the Bourgeoisie
Mr. Robot dare speak, the mask wears me
VERSE SIX - JESSE DANGEROUSLY:
Uhn! What's real to the fake
Stand out in your field or go jump in a lake
Starting to feel like it was a mistake
Just taking up space without nothing to say
I built a platform; a pulpit to project from
What was that for? I'm the culprit you protect from
Consequences. I'm the cause of constant tension
You let my lies slide nine times here comes the tenth one
Get done, my tears are lethal weapons
I am one bad mother of invention
Unrepentant with a penchant for falsehood
When I look you in the eye and tell you it's all good
VERSE SEVEN - MORE OR LES (again?!):
Can't replace greatness with makeshift constructs
Why’s the urge to take low-quality products and pawn stuff
off as premium? The diff’ between your thoughts
and the authentic’s, a large crevice. I'm not feeling 'em
half-assed attempts to look good. Not a good look.
So phoney G's steal ID's, like a crook would.
Accents fake. You’re acting strange - Cumberbatch.
“Class” in place of “plastic face” - run with that!
CHORUS
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15. |
Just Anxious
02:56
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INTRO:
No, I'm not crazy, just anxious. No, I'm not
lazy, just anxious. Not anti-social, just
anxious. Not acting scornful, just anxious.
Just anxious
VERSE ONE:
When you get news that leaves you panicked,
but others can't get why you're getting so amped with
such a small thing and can't stand it.
When you face change fast, got a milli questions to ask,
and someone telling you not to worry about it won't last
for more than four minutes and some seconds
as a form of relief - your level of grief is too high for that.
When chat in your skull cap is a hamster wheel
of "what if's" - it's beserk, wit' no chance to feel
like it's under control, I know that stance is real,
cause I live it. Feel there's no limit to the rants and spiels
my brain makes. To regulate, perchance to dream,
so no hearts will palpitate, no hands will glean
lots a' sweat, no one gets chest pains or be
overwhelmed with fear. Not here to make it seem
like some easiness to deal with. Understand it be
irregular behaviour. No savior, just plan to be me.
CHORUS:
No, I'm not crazy, just anxious.
No, I'm not lazy, just anxious.
Not anti-social, just anxious.
Not acting scornful, just anxious.
You can tell me to chill, but I can't just.
Because I get worried when you get worried,
and see I'm worried. Feel I'm not worthy
of love and respect with this problem that irks me.
But need to discuss it to disrupt what disturbs me.
VERSE TWO:
This is the story of the Worryasaurus
who worried in horridly-big bits all the way to the chorus.
Don't ask him to ignore it. Don't understand there's a torrent
of concern, fear, and doubt pouring out with no cork in sight.
Insight is half the battle, half's not knowing
if you're getting dissed behind people's backs while showing
them the best me you can muster. But you think youse a sucker
for not being cool as others or act like you're knowing
how to do everything right. Illogical of course.
Yeah, too bad anxiety won't follow a logical course.
It's when mutable talking meets an unstoppable force
called "emotions." You lost it, saying "chill out" and the sorts.
Yeah, I'm better with bupropion. Move schmoes beyond
pithy sayings to help, or risk left as droll peons
telling Dad jokes for me to cope (nope).
My hope is placed in psyche therapy
help take care of me to not loc'.
CHORUS
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VERSE ONE (MORE OR LES):
If you've got real peeps on your side, hold 'em down
hold 'em close when their whole world’s going up in smoke.
No amount of Bullshit can interfere wit’ your folks.
But what if doubt creeps in and all’o’dat becomes a hoax?
That’s the crux of the matter - team effort - or it shatters.
Can't be one-sided where one guy'll get the data
and the other learns nothing. That's enough to make you sadder.
Got a crisis, other guy gives no thought to talk? What a pattern
too unhealthy to continue. Wanna help, but you got
not much left in you after jobs, after stress.
Can't accept friends who want it all and can't express
understanding when you explain you're not their awesomest
option for a parent. You be sharing news. Be daring to
Keep caring, you be erring through wearing y'heart on your sleeve.
Need to put yourself uno. Do know there's a difference
between "selfish" and "self care."
They don't get the problem, it's just theirs.
CHORUS (ICE THA ONE):
We used to be friends, but it had to end.
No starting again, or making amends
will fix what is bent. Our chance came and went.
We used to be friends. We used to be friends.
VERSE TWO (LES):
Why's a grown-ass man need to have mad rants 'bout every
happenstance out loud at mans, I have no clue but
this is not something I thought I'd ever have to sleuth up, like
some cop murder mystery, need to be solved by Luther. The
plot thickening is a friendship that's become sickening when I
see you on the net fretting 'bout biz you have no business in.
Working hard ta manufacture shit, like a startup -- never
should'a started. I'm departing before I get caught up, be-
come a target, become a scapegoat. I take note, where
before I paid no attention to your insane quotes. It's
megalomania you're displaying now and it ain't no
good look assuming anyone's looking. A crook took
My time away, his name used to be "my friend" And he
might try to lay the blame on me. But that depends on your
POV. Don't feel I need to show him more respect when he's shitting
on everyone's neck. So why should I be sticking mine
out? Yo, I'm out.
CHORUS
VERSE THREE (LES):
Still down to ride or die and don't know why,
Like, you had good times, but the times flown by?
Now the shit talk is heavy, and the vibes so light
On real love and fun, that you're done, so you try
not to give two fucks 'bout these fucks ‘cause their life
is the one you don't wanna lead, wanna heed. Oughta leave
their asses behind, but you might feel like
an asshole for the role that'll you play. But advice
that you give yourself is based on good instincts - if shit stinks,
It's best to flush it, cause it won't get better with time.
If you would hold a grudge, I trust, you wouldn't pepper your mind
with hesitation. If elation's what you feel at the slight
idea of being dolo, it's time to let all these schmoes go.
I'd rather be opposing a person than fight my own soul.
I've played that game before, and everybody loses at it.
Dude’s a habit needed kicked, and shit don't have to be dramatic
it's just over.
CHORUS
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VERSE - REL MCCOY:
Learn from life's wise lessons
Time will catch up and chop you at the knees like a sling blade I reckon
Progression, to me that's riding on these tracks like a legend
off into the sunset, old spaghetti western
by then I'll be Catching blessings thru the good bad and ugly ride with it
Horse back, saddle pack, Stetson
matter fact, Back drop, real time street wide B side reppin
but still build with core fam yo east side connection
endure the pandemic still grow thru the roof, branch out bredgin
Global parker with the daily bugle worldwide webbing
While some will cast myriads or abstract netting
let's start with that plastic rap a sedentary danger
ala Great Pacific garbage patch
We farther ahead leave these kindergarten martyrs with their starter packs
Rel and less you know we part of that
CHORUS:
Progress to care less about people’s judgements.
Progress to think before you push people’s buttons
Progress when you decide that as a grown man
with a job you should stop hitting fam for gwop, that’s
Progress to stop saying “yes” to all things.
Progress when you accept what the world brings.
Progress in everyday Life’s there - might be
little bits and takes long. Not quite fair --
VERSE - MORE OR LES:
Any little bit of ground gained dealing with our pain,
is a thing we can celebrate. But doing great
is not a straight line, ‘cause nobody's perfect.
Experience provides lots'a tools y'all can use -
help you through. Tho we tie
values to actions, ‘cause we’re “meaning machines,”
so when things don’t add up to what we see
as the proper outcome, we think “what can it mean?
Are we screwed, defeated, ‘bout done, giving up on?” Please.
I’m not giving up on you - no need to give up on me.
And let’s not try to keep score - support the progress we see
in each other. Being individuals, we suffer from self-centeredness.
But the start to setting this
Thing off called "improvement"? Well, that starts with you, kid.
A few steps forward, then look back, you'll see there's movement.
In oh-six, my doctor, dentist, accountant were heralded,
now it’s my yoga teacher, naturopath and therapist.
CHORUS:
Progress to care less about people’s judgements.
Progress to think before you push people’s buttons
Progress when you finally buy a dishwasher to
stop arguments about dishes with your partner.
Progress to stop saying “yes” to all things.
Progress when you accept what the world brings.
Progress in everyday Life’s there - might be
little bits and takes long. Not quite fair, but that’s progress.
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More Or Les Toronto
With multiple critically-acclaimed releases, international touring under his belt, over a decade of performances & features with notable peeps including Blueprint, Chip-Fu and UK Hip Hop band The Herbaliser, rapper, producer & DJ More Or Les is a Hip Hop triple threat. Music videos & previous releases can also be found on Spotify, iTunes, GooglePlay, YouTube & www.moreorles.ca. ... more
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