F*** nigga

Just a brick in a country of masons
Cuttin' up somebody's wages
But don't miss a payment

Funny money come from the Caymens
Buddy buddy, dozen carnations
It's all an arrangement

I break the kayfabe of public relations
And masquerading company faces
Drawing blood from these pagans

Fuddy duddy, prolly Caucasian
In a dream of constant elation
Until I cut off ventilation

Nah, I can't rock with these cavemen
Body Snatcher status invasive
Extermination

Give a f*** about tax or evasion
Tryna turn the palace to pavement
And kick it at a vagabond banquet

On the run from the masses enslavement
On a platform of malice and hatred
Or on a pirate radio station

This the one, but not the one for the ages
One for the funny pages
That get stuffed into waste bins
Or maybe line a couple of cages
So try to chuckle at least some on occasion
Haha, amen

Bout to bar out , Bout to bar out
Y'all wandering what his bars bout
Just like weezy i leave you in a drought
Do this s*** for fun not for f***ing clout
Make some crazy s*** like i been thaught
Just like Pac , Dre and my nugga Roger Trout
Man , Weekend is finally here
Shifting through in a high gear
Like its two thou all over again
Seriously brazy all the s*** that ive seen since than

You can't insulate the culture
A culture's where you imitate each other
You can differentiate yourself
If you implicate another
As a form of validation
But it really tanks your numbers
Locals only and close ranks
Each unto their own race
Asocial and poor taste
Right click, copy, paste
Based!

boss talkin s*** im like hell naw
throw a chair at the bih like montgomery brawl

i sit back relax and eat me some tortellini
im watching big daddy right now ya the part with steve buscemi
what you mean they stop serving breakfast at 10 i just woke up this evening

Jacking off when I'm intimate
So much so that I rip the skin
A lonely soul, I know the stroke
B****es? No, I got my d***

bars.

The brain's the most powerful feature
So I'm handsome while you count on your fingers
Hold two up and bow to your leader
Or give me five when I come out the bleachers

I’m singing Al Green Let’s Stay together to the plug
Don’t leave me nah don’t leave the jitterbug
I need them d**** I need them d****
I l I need them d****
Cliche as f***, I leave the keys under the rug

Hold back the tears I can’t
Keep seeing my dad faint
My depression go hard in the paint
So I sip from a cup I taint
I watched it all unfold
My memories getting old
But these stories untold
Are still vivid and cold
In my room smoking chronic
Letting out a cry cacophonic
Mom in hers catatonic
Like broken electronics
I was so naive
Thinking you wouldn’t leave
Wasn’t seeing the forest thru the trees
I was too busy looking at the leaves
Didn’t say my final goodbyes
Couldn’t show you weakness in my eyes
When I got there I was surprised
That you had already died
Mom blamed me for your stash
And threw the weed in the trash
Erased episodes of MASH
Still envy your cannonball technique and splash

I drank a lot last night at a kid's party,
If you Caribbean or Latino you know what it is,
We don't play about nothin, at a wake we go hard G,
Middle school moving up, we gon be smokin on piff,
But now I got alcohol s***s and I can't get up,
It's coming out smooth but my ass just erupts,
With farts and poop that smells like Alize and vodka,
Intenstines going brazy, ain't nothin can stop ya,
From going sicko mode on the commode and explode,
No hangover but my stomach down bad cuz I'm old,
Pedialite helped me through the struggle this time,
But I'm bout to take a s*** after I finish this rhyme,

Wake up in the AM not the PM
It’s Munyun to get and I Neeson (need some) like Liam
Freaks come out at night like museum
The J’s need me way more than I need em
Pull up in a Chevy it’s like a Coliseum
If I see em ima let this thing ring like freedom
Big Jit, I got a few screws knocked loose
I’m selling concentrate in Florida, and this is not juice
I’m in that Chevy again, and this b**** got a lot a boost
I got white fish, blue fish, s*** I must be Dr Seuss

I’m barring out like Drake on a 13 hour flight
This gun got no control like it aligns with the far right
Maybe it’s cuz I can’t see s*** I must got far sight
Bullets crack you open like the bottle in bar fights

The God emcee and got God with me
Pop out the trees and leave you dead indeed
I coud give you a 16, or give you 16 of the keys
Raw uncut, trunk full of the diamond and the weed

Under god, above the law
Tuck my claw, f*** em all
All I do, f***in ball
All my opps don’t have the gall
Unearth a brick
Serve out my whip
Obnoxious fits
As I walk a lick
Pockets thick
In my rocket ship
Window down
Hawk a spit
L to the chin
Been to hell time again
Auntie said I’m him
DJ play All I Do Is Win
No love in my eyes
Only God can criticize
When the crack solidifies
I give auntie a nice surprise
Complete scumbag
J’s just come back
I got a stuffed bag
Make a comeback

Introducing... Spooky Jay Electronica

Tales from a canary long thought dead and buried
And dust from the fairy if it's too heavy to carry
Here in the dark, stories we tell are scary
But I'm the devil's advocate, Satan's consiglieire
More trials for witches, mademoiselle mon sheri
Rain dance answered with blood like it was Carrie

I'm bumping some '94 DJ Paul rn so I'm gonna write in the style of Lord Infamous

Wanted for murder in three different states,
Primary suspect in ten other cases,
Chopping up bodies in the dead of the night,
Skinning their flesh, make a mask with their faces,
I am the criminal element,
No I'm not Heavensent,
I am just Hellbent,
On ruining lives for the Hell of it,
Dead flesh, hate the smell of it,
But I love the sight,
B**** I'm the scarecrow,
I do not care bro,
You and your family can all die tonight,
Reefer up in my lungs,
Cocaine up in my brain,
Damn I think I'm insane,
Washing blood down the drain,
Cops in my frontyard, escape out a tunnel,
Down in my basement,
Behind a painting,
A button unlocks the trap door where I scuttle,
Triple Six murderers all in a huddle,
Leavin you busta mufuckas in puddles,
Of your damn blood, you can meet your demise,
With a scythe to your throat, a gat 'tween your eyes,

If the rhyme schemes are a little jarring I wrote the verse while three different songs played in succession lol

But it does all cohere

Still rappin?
I thought Hollywood was on strike?
Oh, I forgot ya don't write
And ya act ain't that tight
Outta practice; all hype
Sound like AI on the mic
Viral soundbytes
Even your soundalike bites

The teeth gnashin'
Hot potatoe; they rehash em
Upcycled and refashioned
But every action got a reaction
Hit that pipe and sea capn
They Ahabbin, rehabbin'
One track, nod off
You'll never catch me nappin'

How tf were you listening to three songs at the same time

Which ones?

GOOOOOOOD MORNING KTT

People just jumping in here to spit whenever now