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letra de madman theories (part 1: id) - clay cockrell

[verse 1: ego]
i’m tryna write experimental progressive art-rap
change the flow up along with the tempo, aye, hold up
aiming to reach the cap of creativity
but that’s like saying, “i don’t believe in gravity just the theory of relativity”
that sh-t don’t seem to add up like that old vine meme
but now savage took the number, i see an interesting conspiracy
feel like the illuminati planted it in our brains prematurely
so savage would feel familiar without being to wordy
oh wait, never mind, let’s put that theory behind us
it’s just that he reminds us of future and the rest of the mindless
with an infection of the sinus minus the talent of being good rhymers
but among billboard charts the highness
they heinous, they weaken our brains and maim us
the famous’ souls seem tainted
they bear wrath and then conquer us like stannis
the game is illegitimate, take the throne through political militance
people saying they iller than this, but surely they ain’t this villainous
i think mf doom is really the rebirth of the resurrected
name a rapper he ain’t influenced and/or affected
and this is the third year since nehruviandoom
he’s the messiah of a game he’ll be returning to soon
i be the creature lurking in your nightmares on blue moons
and to the top, i’m maneuvering through
these immature manure losers who
tryna move on the d-ck like fruit of the loom
ayo! conscious show ’em how we do!

[verse 2: superego & id]
they call me, the non-sequiter plato
molding existential theories like playdoh
like, what are we doing to stop this pollution?
our ozone’s hole’s growing so on the down-low
do y’all have a solution to change our future?
if not then why should we continue to fund your inst-tutions?
i think the world bank really runs this sh-t
i don’t want to get brainwashed, don’t tell ’em i said that sh-t
someone asked if i’d sell my soul for fame
h-ll yeah! ’cause existence is a game and peace is f-cking lame
id, what you doing here?
f-ck you, this is my verse
nah, my name’s right here; ditto, you ain’t gotta curse
i already let you go first
remove yourself, or get hurt
i’ll tie up a noose faster than rebecca nurse
chopping words like tech and bernz
move you to a f-cking he-rs-
now on with the f-cking verse
i’m gon’ take control of north korea
tell kim jong un to suck on my urethra
talking to him like a dentist, “hi, nice to meet ya”
but if he stops to answer, i’ll stab a knife in him deeper
i ain’t f-cking around with you no more
tell sun tzu it’s the art of war, i’mma carnivore
cannibal, insatiable animal, so not tasteful
case full of bombs, i’m the radical’s liaison
f-ck a plea deal for -ssault like trey songz
going super sayian, you best stop hating
gloves, no latent, better takes some hints oj
carpets matched drapes, satin, i mean satan
lo-fi sounds with no pay
thank god, we had a roll cage
driving into traffic while i was eating my lo mein
but it’s okay, ’cause i banged the nurse that night
she said, “you want another shot of dilaudid?”
b-tch, i might
b-tch, i like light skin girls, but i ain’t got a type
i got bars for fours days and nights, but don’t call me a rapper
alright?
i’m an artist, a one-man authentic army
hardly putting in effort, but living the dream barbie
girly not aussie, but looking to schw-ng cheyenne tozzi
got lauren on the side from fifth harmony, not tomi
bush did 9/11, man, i believe that sh-t
there were explosions before the hit
explain that, it’s a strange coincidence
mix that with payments and war, and what do you get?
some money hungry politics and and a carelessness for life
f-ck d-ck cheney
-laughs-

- clay cockrell

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