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letra de nietzsche - xander

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(intro): jordan b. peterson
it’s perhaps the most famous thing he ever said
although it’s almost entirely taken out of context
and misquoted and if not misquoted atleast misunderstood
because nietzsche was one of the strange people
who was capable of living fifty or even a hundred years into the future

[verse 1]
let’s get it poppin like a bottle ol’ champagne
brown like the sugar, only thing i let in my brains now
no boogers, i’m a boogie man, for sure i’m useful
to bring about that nightmare, uncover that silence

i’m clover in asphalt, the salt in your wound
you’re flying to aspen
doing way more than i should
mentally i’m alone in these woods

in these lands i be gunning
no crew, like i’m suppoused to
connect my fellow tribes? not you
belting out few notes, making notches

send the sanitation crew
clear out those blotches
i’m carl yung, and you’re flaccid
you’re tim cook without a job

while i’m cooking words like i’m a god-

[chorus:]
i’m a f-cking nietzsche
got some more to teach ya’ll
never leave the house to streets, yeah
i’m a f-cking nietzsche
i’m a f-cking nietzsche
i’m a f-cking niche-yah-yah-yah

[verse 2]
i’m so sick with it
got your home evicted
just like vic did it, in
shielding my truth, i’m invictus

feeling invincible
giving out best idioms
cancer as blastomas for those idiots
i’m an idol at the simile

smiling with more tart than a vinegar
feeling the spirit with vigor, i
scarier than the igor screeching
(no, that’s pr-nounced…)
sounds like my dead victims screaming
wait
(ahhhh)

my whole body itches
like my trigger finger, uhh
i’m k!lling letters, ideas
on a single camera, etcera

like snapping some pictures
in this business it’s more different
then similar, find someone to ridicule too
and make them all sizzling

[chorus:]
i’m a f-cking nietzsche
filing smallest niches-yah
got some more to teach ya’ll
never leave the house
never leave the house

[verse 3]
they’ll be ringing me up
and then they ask
when is my album
be done

when it’s already begun

you’re experiencing most of it
certainly, i’m more of a “poet laureate”
bored with certain rappers, who’s horribly
can’t control themselves but i’m going in

as illitirate as i am

pulling that trigger and
sewing your organs in
making a bullet vest like d12
sh-t is my sherbert

see the mic, i’m walking toward it
in the end i’m juicing that future
maybe proof was is pudding
(maybe not)

i’ll taste the fruit
can’t wait for my blood to clot
not adding no sugar
and i’m your suitor

i’m a beaut, to boot
i’m a family’s boogie man
to not
for you to shoot

your tearducts
beautifully
who are you doing it to?
i’m all for none

no one for me to do this to
self-sufficient, but they never did listen
(did they?), the pain will let them know
i’m existing, they don’t imagine it

i’m so efficient at this feeling

[verse 4]
miss me with your poetic dream
unattended, swimming on my stream
no swan song, still you’re jelly
that i’m p-ssing gold
like it’s r.kelly’s record

clothes never made
this man who will be rapping
this bad
almost dead like walking
christopher, king of new york
pulling my rabbit outta my hat, with just talk

mister please, stop the ridiculous tribes, and sh-t
walk the walk
or i’ll be leaving my mines in plain sight and sh-t
still can’t see the signs yet?
(taking over your minds)

things had been brewing just fine
i’ve been drawing from my insights

(and violence are just words
that had been silenced
too much)

it’s my manifesto as such
i am bringing my touch
they’ll be ringing me up

and then they ask
when is my album
be done
when it’s already been done
it’s already been done
it’s already been

[chorus:]
i’m a f-cking nietzsche
got no more to teach ya’ll
never leave the house
never leave the house
k!lling gods like (yeah)
k!lling gods like nietzsche
i’m a f-cking nietzsche
yeah
k!lling gods like

(outro): jordan b. peterson
is there any up or down left?
are we not straying as though
through an infinite nothing?
do we not feel the breath
of empty sp-ce?
has it not become colder?
do we not hear anything yet
of the noise of the gravediggers
who are burying god?
do we not smell anything of god decomposition?
god’s too, decompose
god is dead, god remains dead
and we have k!lled him

- xander

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