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guILLty
02:19
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DommeDamian is in the building, the villain's prime in high school
Ain't spoke-in three years, now it's time that I rule
My fuel, exceptional like an extra fly jewel
I heard your spirit, and your talk talk; not cool
Affectional experiences brought me to God
Niggas ain't ready for up and coming Factory of RAAD
The warm-up became who's making you lame
Game-plot's getting hot with my KG-squad
At-one must, two must, three must fear
Up here, I appear wit-the peers
Just hear, my flow, my vibe, my style honey
Too much time on my hands, but time is money
Feels good to be back
Up in this bitch
Feel me?
Second verse yo
Everyone is thinking that getting
the stone of clout's they get ahead
Was the stuff worth it? Smoke some weed instead
Sick of these wannabe trappers that be making trash
for a red-hot head-rock
If you feeling blue, I'mma be keeping you tighter
than my dreadlocks
Stream-of-consciousness, straight outta Copenhagen
Meme your thoughtlessness
my spirit ain't out or broken, amen
Everybody sniffin' Jesus for any reason
Guzzle him, I'm about to crumble water in pieces
Take my fire bars, you'd still make a poor line
You's ten percent as good, so how much did ya enjoy mine?
Y'all think inspiration ran dry, replying no I've
Been to prison, because I'm guilty, for blowing your mind
Lyrical criminal, loaded at the community
Niggas don't compare, musically, to me
The rap hall of game, is a walk of shame
If they don't talk my name, I got all to blame
Quick buck of lean meanwhile I'm doing Lorca
This nature shit makes me a free man like Morgan
Rhymes don't have a weakness, yours is just a fetus
I'm here to cut your B.S., Ps: R.I.P. X
And that's just how we do it
You know what I'm sayin'
Y'see this is a
No stress zone
No stress zone
No stress zone
No stress zone
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2. |
Handle The Impressure
06:51
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Man. I've come to discover thatI spend too much of my life
trynna astonish people
Increasing isolation and the insanity,
now to the point where it should be illegal
However, it's not only 'bout impressing the outer world,
but more of myself
Yet when I overwhelm others,I really do not impress me,
and it doesn't go well
And maybe as some of the deeper emotions,
that tells me I have been able to impress y'all
It's something that they all are saying
so I just don't have to feel like Imma mess
But I do, no matter what,'cause I read you
and I've not been impressive
Or is it me guessing,
as my unhappiness keeps getting more intensive?
Everytime that I go out in public,
everytime I try to talk to a person
Who's not my mom or a close friend,
I subconsciously try to amaze, getting me nervous
Right words, how I look, appearance, etc. I'm so tired of it
When I'm attempting, then I can only tell 'em how I feel,
and that I've hit the bottom
And that is really not something
to arouse someone with, that's an excuse
To get sympathy from them
instead of impressing them accurately, do not refuse
Damian, do not refuse,
you're simply so weak that you claim it abuse
You won't be able of winning or even playing the game,
you're gonna lose
Nobody reads me, nobody needs me, nobody sees me for who I am
I am a ghost, basically I am a ghost, no one understands
Hating myself, hating myself, all my life I been hating myself
Impossible to be carefree at any time, and nobody can help
Why, are expectations so high, all in my head?
Why do people keep judging me?, filling me with stress
Self-conscious, shaking to the core on stage,
technique replaced wit' judgement hits me back in a cage
The brightness won’t age,
but my self-hatred never seems to engage?
Whether'd be two people flirting, or kissing, my lack of humor,
or lack to impress myself or others,
when I play some music and somebody cringes, it affects me
People be giving the Billie Eilish look at me in my eyes
I hate the things that is telling me I’m dirt,
simultaneously, you think I'm ugly you right!
Embarrassment after embarrassment,
I feel my demons attacking
Got lots of emotions, but learned to mask 'em, so supreme,
i’m trapped in my own acting
Trying intentionally to break character,
but that makes it further gloomy
Cause I only can deliver aggression,
it's a wicked game and an awful movie
The impressure creates insecurities,
I try to tell and show it but cannot
Something preventing from doing it right,
prolly the demons I'm battling now
Insecurities and self-consciousness, always too near it
I want to cry, as a reminder of my human spirit
There is not a single moment where I can fully feel like myself
Or in control, as I'm in traffic, the wrong times, I'm not well
Where I cannot do the conversations,
not having words to impress 'em
Caught in the devil's session, locked out of heaven,
with insecurity-driven depression
I'm the most self-conscious introvert I know,
fills my head entirely
And I cannot say anything out about it,
and words are words, that's the irony
*I'm a little nervous*
that doesn't come out the right way, they won't understand
Man, they won't ever understand, I've tried all that I can
I don't really plan to drop this,
and I'm still nervous of what y'all is gotta pick out
Flaws, hypocrisies, and whining
‘cause when I feel it or hear it out
It's so mentally stitching, this is my feelings of humanism
It's not ego, but fact is I cannot take the micro-atom of criticism
Don't get it twisted, this is not about social media
or how I look on social media because I don't care about social media. This is about life. This is about how I enjoy living. How I enjoy music. Like, how I enjoy music is always me trying to put up a show in front of non-existent people, people I'm imagining. Like, when I put up a record in my home then I'm imagining my bedroom as a stage and the crowd is in the back of my bedroom. And I'm performing the song for the people. And if the crowd ain't feeling it, then it's not a good song, and I'm not a good performer. I am a cringe human being. And I have been feeling this way for years. Like maybe 12-13 years. And it's the same when I'm in the car; I need to be careful. I need to act cool, and not vibe out too much to the music that I'm playing because if I do, then people will start cringing at me and it freaks me out on the inside. I literally feel like my freedom has been taken away from me. And it's all sorts of art, it's not just music. Like when I'm watching a movie, then I'm picturing me as one of the characters and if the character ain't good enough or likable enough then the movie isn't good, and I'm not good. And when it actually comes to like having conversations in the public or to strangers, then I get SO nervous and self-conscious. It's about this unknown game that I can never play because. It needs to be done naturally and how can I do it naturally if I'm thinking about it all the time? The only game that I'm playing is automatically trying to chase people's admiration and respect. Like, the real me. The carefree me who doesn't care about people's opinions, he's buried alive underground. And it's impossible to dig him up because it's not getting any better. Anytime. And I've tried. But I failed!
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3. |
Animal Rides Pt.1
03:25
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Yo, y'know sometimes
We gotta give back to the animals
They served us and died for us
You know what I’m saying’
It’s not fair how we treat them man
Way too imperfectly perfect to write a GOAT-verse
Gorillaz ridin' with me but they won't curse
Came on first, ragga-bull ducking to serve love here
N.W.A said 'fuck the police' and I say fuck fear
So many beaches, let me go deep
Fishing for refrigerators, ain't chancing animals, please
Some as pure as us not here as we speak
You thinking of booty ant I'm bearing a thrill
Odyssying markables if's I'm for real
Happiness is birthed by nature, not buried in a pill
Hawking up the hill, cup your lover first
News sweeping the nation, I wanna stop the curse
Global heat, can we upfuck another burst?
Balanced 70 frogs, walk the rubber dirst
Confidence of a xerus and all my brother's thirst
Got so much green and I'm talking Mother Earth
Hear me out, man hear me out
Let's save all of, let's save all of
Our animals, our animals
Why do we abuse our animals?
Why do we abuse our animals?
Man, it happens, it happens (Why do we abuse our animals?)
They do it all day like a habit
Because I'm lacking that bit of braggin'
Just came back from watching How To Train Your Dragon,
that movie had it
Knocked my teeth of criticism out warmly
Used to always be feeling left here like Wall-E
Great to be brown, just outside community
Expectations ruining what everything should've be
Kind of like The Office in Metropolis, for every pop bitch
I realized how dope Hop is
Apple-grabbing,
now younger than yesterday a consequence
Don't blow the glow below my consciousness
Giraffe in the room ready to look after ya
As I could wish they'd make it rain in Africa
Amaze at the buffet, spark 'fore he speak
He orders Ghost Pepper 'cause he are we eat (huhhuh)
But, then he gave it to the man next-door
And 8-20 chicken feet
Implanted tender of your friends, you disappoint your highness
Instead of thinking of climate, we focus on diamonds
Passionately uncut, did we just switch the topic?
Aesthetic approach to the max, aight we got it
Hear me out, man hear me out
Let's save all of, let's save all of
Our animals, our animals
Why do we abuse our animals?
Why do we abuse our animals?
Why do we abuse our animals?
Y’know
It’s not fair
Y’know
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4. |
Circlegate
05:34
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Circle-circlegate
they're everywhere
turn around, they still here
runnin' faster by night
Circlegate
they will they will eat you alive
no pieces left in sight
Circlegate
turn around they still here
they livin' off of it, they livin' off you
in your in your sleep
and then run faster
faster at night
there's no hiding place in Hell
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Circlegate
Again, said chip
Again, said chip
Sausage Volley
Circlegate
I think I'm gonna puke
Sausage Volley
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