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letra de nosce - chore boy & brad kemp

[verse 1 – ch-r- boy]
i ain’t bout to pick up ‘less i know you tryna pick up
i been grinding with a bic that i don’t ever even pick up
i don’t ever get a breath like i been fighting back a hiccup
i see people tryna be me but it’s only ill they wish us
they been phony i been vicious
disingenuous attachments
like me for the weed, they don’t love me for the rappin
i can feel the beat of they heart start to smack as i p-ss em
imagine if i really act how they gas him
past unpleasant, at least the recent sh-t
the gl-ss house setting has got a couple leaks in it
i mask unsettling thoughts with some weed, a fifth
a hit of sid, some fungus meant to keep me lit
i leave my lid open like some stale chips
and i skate by like a stalefish
you all stalemate while i nail sh-t
wh-ssa earthling to a alien
i been wershing all this dirt off
show these hard times that we weren’t soft
turn a white flag to a burnt cloth
they too tuned in, i been turnt off

[alan watts]
but the actors – they’re going to try to persuade the audience that what is happening on the stage is for real – they want to get everybody sitting on the edge of their chairs – they want to get you terrified, or crying, or laughing – absolutely captivated by the drama…

[verse 2 – cantbuydeem]

[alan watts]
and if a sk!llful human actor can take in an audience and make people cry… think what the cosmic actor can do. why he can take himself in completely – he can play so much for real that he really believes it is…

[verse 3 – ch-r- boy]
took a d.a.r.e. cl-ss but my dog double-dared me
talk isn’t scary
everyone who watching went from awestruck to wary
and they be taping everything like ‘caution’, so carefly
i’m lost in the sauce but not found at the scene
i been pounding my feet on the pavement
tryna duck a stay with some bracelets
never spent a day in the matrix
i ain’t got a plug on my neck
just a bug on my neck
carl jung on my neck
yellin synchronitic rhythm of my life got me livin
throwin dice that’s a given
recollecting on a lotta broke–ss nights
when i only had some rice for the sk!llet
no pot for the p-ssin
much less for the cookin
chess game frame play on the spot where the rook is
you will not catch me lookin
you can catch me outside cause they screechin on the courts
& if it’s my asphalt (/-ss fault) then they ain’t keeping me indoors
live from the theater of the mind
hindsight 20/20 with a meaning you decide
highlights in your memories repeated til you die
you & me are merely pieces of the dream that we defined

[alan watts]
like you sitting in this room – you think you’re really here. why you’ve persuaded yourself that way, you’ve acted it so d-mn well that you know this is the real world…but you’re playing it

- chore boy brad kemp

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