1. |
Happy
04:10
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Am I happy? Would it matter if I wasn't?
At least I'm not lying like I used to, high like I used to now I just drift.
Left behind in a vacuum I'd get loose every chance I'd get, trippy noose on the neck of a festy kid.
My own praxis lit and outlived my death. Ego left, primo shift
epiphany's out or a whole new head, new butter same spread. Like some Evil Dead, am I happy?
Am I still in here? Can I be happy with you?
Am I happy? Did you make me that? Host with the most make it symbiosis
it was either you or self diagnosed when I changed my head. I was blind on the chemicals,
you saved me and now I want 'em back.
I miss the rush of a trip where I'd swim in a sea of fresh fish.
I'm too old for this shit but I want it back, can you give me some of that too?
I let you in and since we grew I miss not giving a fuck. I'm only human and I can never have enough.
Like some Evil Dead, am I happy?
I don't wanna give a fuck, I miss the way the world was in my head before I thought.
The other side of the deal I'd missed is the veil is lifted yet nothing makes sense.
Left behind in a vacuum I'd get loose every chance I'd get, trippy noose on the neck of a festy kid.
Let me live. Now I see clear, get out of my seat and let me sin. This sad puppet's gonna break the strings.
Like some Evil Dead, am I happy?
Am I still in here? Can I be happy with you?
Shit, you're nothing without me. All your clout after turning life around was me.
By now your friends would be mourning without the sound of an elegy.
Mr. business man, Mr. artisan, this artist can't exist without this switch that I wrote in your soul.
That night in a crowd you saw a black hole or a devil in plain skin. I stepped in.
You think you made me? Maybe. But now I reign king and we're better for it.
This land of the lost is a lush forest. Change is important, last I checked you were for it.
Fuck getting lost in the stars like you lost yourself.
Let me help take reigns on this love of self.
I'm no devil, no misleading demon I'm just on a level no meeting needed 'til you want it.
You were lost and alone and now I'm on it. You are not haunted.
I wanna show you how to feel again. You will hurt. You will learn.
You will be happy.
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I just run up feeling sprung and none can take it. Feel par one prodigal son, real never makeshift.
Flow painless but hellbent like the plaintiff, makin' sense of some insane shit.
Always hungry never sated. Holy faded when the cosmic complicated.
The demon awakens, spit hexes and abominations. Fuck like a dominatrix.
Chakra shaking box of ancient lyrical divination no distasteful go to wasted bars, hard to get away from.
Phase shift, do it on the daily. Hardly ever waver, makes me savor even lately.
Definition of the one, not for the layman. Playing with the code for the simulation.
It's fun to break shit. It's fun to make it. Key possessed, Evil like I'm fuckin' Paimon.
I'm not the same as these blips in the Matrix. Never plain shit.
Surgeon on the beat, cut the heat that'll make your face lift.
Won't cease the amazing routine of creating things to explain and I spit hard
or make it easy to retain depending on the day, shit.
I let my mind get away and you can chase it. With me I'm crazy, not complacent.
Running paces round every lame 'til I'm everybody favorite. I ain't on the same shit.
Not the basic. Never fake this.
Find it kind of funny I jump in and none above me.
Give it time to sit while this vessel nixed, plead the fifth like octave doubling.
A lot of MCs come up and it's unbecoming, it's numbing.
This shit living in my blood, cold river flow swimming through all that's redundant.
I gotta reign in my words, I'm just having fun yet
I spit livid and fast flow stingin' your liver like alcohol, you gotta cope
I'm livin' this act, they prohibit the facts but I react, call me Al Capone
With the balance though, no fulcrum like I vice I'm still vile though
I shoulda started this a while ago, the people in my camp they already fuckin' know
Confide in the beat, that's Fuzzy. Never mainstream stay navigatin' the dream cuz that shit's repugnant.
Stay spittin' that shit real people fuck with while the kids fake and leave you lovesick.
Watch the world rot and the clock ticks. Call me apocalypse. Can't stop it.
The Evil promise always honest, Guilty Simpson come to drop some knowledge like a prophet. Shit.
[Guilty Simpson verse:]
Yeah, look what the cat drug in
I'm a boost to your plugins
Marijuana, weed puffin
Your opinion doesn't matter so do not butt in
Keep your two cents, I'm a nuisance now and then
Take it or leave it, I am what I am
Middle finger to Uncle Sam, all about fam
feeling at home even in a foreign land
tour for bands, what a living
free from the mental prison
I survive off premonition
and I'm seeing that you thrive on division
so you won't listen, so it's long distance
can't get close if you don't see the vision
so no, don't visit. No, we won't kick it
when you get focused they all get livid
and start dissin, and the drama get wicked.
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3. |
Good Morning
02:46
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Good morning everybody, yeah I'm finally awake
I need a meal for a king and I got no time to play
PSYCHE I do man, I'm on one. Gold thumb. Shit you fuckin' with the wrong one
today I'm really gone, bruh.
Good morning everybody, it's time to face the fate
I need a bong and a coffee and I'll cut another great, same day
Like Michael I'm killin it on my villain shit, I'ma be the realest yet
keep makin heat every day I'ma be the illest yet. I'm in your town pillagin
havin fun and stackin skrilla, shit. I got the will to live again and I'm willin this
my catalogue gettin really thick. No half-ass every cut really sick.
I blended in on my ghillie shit now I'm on a killing spree
I'm super cereal and you can get yours, we got bitches Stanning on the weakest of tours
Evil bout to blow up and unbalance the force, I'm tapped into the source
lyrics so dense you got no recourse, every bar four courses
they could be a college course and of course keep it real fuck this common core shit
these days rap is a bore, kids. Just a few greats that could match my rapport, shit.
I'm on my heady shit but not imported. This draft is domestic, homegrown.
My rap is eclectic, so dope.
I'm from another planet, phone home.
I'm collected but I'm manic, you don't know.
On my own level I'm talkin Zoso.
Try to match me that's a no-no.
I'ma make it rain, Toto.
Day of the dead like it's Coco.
Old school like it's phono.
Original, I'm talkin proto.
Never done so fuck a coda I'm on my mode, I make it pop like a soda. No cap.
Good morning to the weepers, the weaker people man I'm close to the aether
I could teach you. On attack, I can heal just like I'm Mipha.
I can't believe the state of the scene but, I'm the new director
eat it up like I'm Lecter. In my own sect but I'm cuttin the best ever, I'm the dissector.
Scalpel, I won't mess up. Precise, none better. My life so meta...
Coming from the end I'm readin the code fed up
My process lit, progress the shit I'm sped up and never let up.
Even these old school heads can't keep up. It's just me and Fuzzy cuttin these beats up
roll another slice of somethin nice like I need some
Smokin and makin cheese like a pizza. I'm on my medical y'all just some beaster.
I stay hype indica or sativa. I stay puft, ghost vida.
While you clowns choke like you Captain Needa, I'm out.
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4. |
Weird Flex
03:58
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Try to keep pace with me, I'm on my spaceship where I stay lifted.
I'm taking every system. Fuck I'm wasted man, I'm really gone to the wind.
Smoking up the green room right before I go in.
I'm on my level, OP lowkey I'm the only motherfucker catching these waves. You don't know me.
I'm haulin ass from the cops as a kid, say no more I'm talkin plead the fifth.
Spoken with the soul of wit. Fuck backstage before the set, fantasy shit.
Make her scream like Ono missin John in this bitch.
Departed, not heartless. Kali-Ma in the streets. Hard shit
but regardless, I'd be your doctor with that pill of relief.
Wish I had the same check but I turned a new leaf, goddamn.
Weird flex, I know. I used to run game, and now I push vinyl.
Weird flex, I know. One of the best yet and I'm coming for that title.
Weird flex, I know. Sicker than all of y'all. Codeine, not the Tylenol. I tried it all.
With the control of all, I see the vibe was off...
kilter, now I'm on my no filter I'm killing this feeling, won't lift, let's move the plot
all real shit no filler this arc is bizarre like Jojo's adventure.
Onward's my mental and my work is essential. Laid off these bitches and mentors that fucked my potential
Once again I'm full of pretension, let me tone it back.
But for real for fuck's sake. I've done it all and I'm finally awake.
I wanna take every breath and love and create.
But, predictable, now I'm weathered and cynical. Hope is so minimal even when life's great.
I probably fucked my brain and all my friends are too dead to relate.
Lonely if I wasn't overstimulated or completely fuckin' faded.
That's how I was, no work, all play. Kid placated with sedation.
If you could look at me now. If you could just look at me now, I think you'd be proud.
I do this for you, I'm sticking around. And if you laughed at me then, come back to me now.
I can do anything the hardest, I'm just getting started, I'm hungry
I'm carving this feast for me and my kin in this harvest of art
and my reach about to be at its farthest, everybody's heart a target.
Don't sleep on Evil Key you gonna wish you fucked with me from the start, shit.
We're coming up on this high, on top of the bleachers.
I work fast, and soon you'll be begging for features.
See you at the top. Evil Key. Vaporeyes. Fuzzy Bunny Slippers. Pat Tato. Echosonic.
We're taking all our people with us.
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5. |
Still Here
04:20
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Yeah I'm livin' on Mars these days, fuck Earth right now.
Out of sight but never far in a sense, for what it's worth I know
it's really hard to get your life back so I'ma switch it up, never typecast
I live my life fast, staring at the void and learned to write, yeah.
Won't sleep until it's permanent.
Up until the next set no nightcap never stressed with my herb and a hit
I earn what I keep, it's worth it to me. Insomnia got me workin' for free
on myself. Word on my beat, my old self would think I'm cool and that helps.
I'll hold out to taste the fruits and the wealth from proving the words that I dealt.
Averse to standing still, that's the worst type of hell.
Always got some work on the shelf, searching for the purpose like
I took a cap and the world will just melt, in service of self.
Cadaver coming back to whatever damage is left
Let's plan the revenge, yeah.
Cadaver coming back to plan his revenge.
Fuck it. I'ma go full send, cuz nothing really matters in the end. That's right.
And I love it. I'ma do my shit, cuz nothing really matters in the end, that's life.
Won't hide forever. Like the breath of a siren or the touch of a lover,
I'm still here changing colors.
Stuck together we write our life and death in the time that we have, still here
just deep under the covers.
I shudder to close the shutters again... winter is upon, my friend. Will you weather this end?
True colors they blend. Almost everybody's fucked, I won't pretend.
It's worth all the hurt in the end. It's worse to not feel and
just spend the time chasing pennies, never wise. Down here we all float. Not alive.
Quit chasing pennies, never wise. Down here we all float. Not alive.
Get out of my head. I'll do this on my own.
Cadaver coming back to kick this actor out of his home.
Fuck it. I'ma go full send, cuz nothing really matters in the end. That's right.
And I love it. I'ma do my shit, cuz nothing really matters in the end, that's life.
Cadaver coming back to whatever damage is left.
Fuck it. I'ma go full send, cuz nothing really matters in the end. That's right.
And I love it. I'ma do my shit, cuz nothing really matters in the end, that's life.
I'm up above it, walkin' in the clouds like I'm steady blunted.
It's kinda funny looking in the mirror, fuck the money.
We are a sad generation with happy pictures, fake loving.
We are so unstable with an itchy trigger finger on the puppet, don't mean nothing.
Full word, fuck a suffix. Time to burst your bubble. Outer, inner space like it's Hubble.
I'm wasted. I'm rubble. I'm crazy. I'm trouble.
Take a shot, make it double. Like Jack on this level
untethered, talkin' Dennis with this shit. No bounds.
Fuck it. I'ma go full send, cuz nothing really matters when you're dead. That's right.
And I love it. I'ma do my shit, cuz nothing really matters in the end, that's life.
Now I want it. Funny how it all comes back just the same. Past life, above it.
Up in the clouds steady blunted.
I'm wasted. I'm rubble. I'm crazy. I'm trouble.
Lately I've been trying to reach a new high. I'm so faded, I wonder why.
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6. |
FYPM
02:54
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Yeah this is a new high, this is the new shit.
Lightning in a bottle, make clouds, drink spirits.
Genichiro molotov. Fuck, my head is such a nuisance. Yeah.
I make the weirdest connections. Didn't think I'd look in the mirror and reject it.
I think my brain broke and by extension, I'm lost in space. I'm out my section.
Cut straight serrated. Separated, vivisection on myself.
Stare in the void faded, rhythm section hittin' well.
One elongated moment within, resurrected. Leave hell, where my monologue unhealthy.
Yeah when every voice expects help, fuckin' inundated what the hell
I'd rather make the wrong choice than glide through safely
Never know what could've been, get high off the maybe.
I been playing the game. Yeah I been playing the game.
Fuck you. Pay me.
Maybe I'll be one of those motherfuckers who gets no love until I'm gone.
Hate when I sleep on a true artist and don't love 'em 'til they're dead, it's wrong.
Fate is poetic in a dark way. Maybe I've done too much fucked and
I deserve someone else making money off my song.
"Oh, he was such a good... loving soul." And what a good sell.
But they won't see until I'm infinite. And may as well.
I'll kill it no matter what. Chill but never somnolent.
I do the same things but the drama went. Now I drift.
You took the feeling out from behind my eyes. I think I've earned that back.
Let me try to survive. I've learned how to attack.
I'm happy forever chasing purpose, never sure. Always alive why am I letting
this thing in my mind?
I make the weirdest connections. Didn't think I'd look in the mirror and reject it.
I think my brain broke and by extension, is this thing on? This ain't essential.
Cut beats and bleed from the aether, vivisection on myself.
Again and again. It's alright if this is hell. It's alright if this is hell.
I been playing the game. Yeah I been playing the game.
Fuck you. Pay me.
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7. |
Usurper
04:31
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Only the dead have seen the end of war. How lucky for leaders
soldiers that think don't have the power past a pour of a poison
reflecting the pool from within. From the drink of a void and it takes us.
Reel it in. Be so cool to erase us. From within. Take a drink. Let it sit.
Don't stop to think. This is it. No more fighting, this is the last time.
The war to end all wars. This motherfucking world is mine.
The gold. The valor. The whores. Your mind. I am man. I want a family.
No, I want a colony. I want a fucking cult to follow me. No outsiders to tolerate.
For country, for god. Whatever I nominate. I don't know what love is.
I'd take it. I'd sell it. I am man and I would break it.
History repeats for some fucker in the sky above..? For me, I don't give a shit.
This is it. No more fighting. This is the last time.
The war to end all wars. This motherfucking world is mine.
The gold. The valor. The whores. Your mind.
I am man. I want to have everything I can.
And feel nothing.
Yes, I want to feel nothing.
Let it in. That's where you come in.
Can't make this shit up. We corrupt the fountain but want to drink from the cup.
I'm only human and I can never have enough.
Can't make this shit up. We corrupt the fountain but want to drink from the cup.
I'm only human and I can never have enough.
It's me now. I've taken over. Don't fight it, I'll keep you sober.
You let me in so I could maneuver your soul like you sold it.
Don't look at me as a leech, that's you. You said it yourself you know that's true.
You didn't want to preach, I know and that's cool.
This place is a joke, I get it. Fast food. Your mind is just a blip and it's ending.
A blink in the flux that is life and it's nice that someone fights with pretending
it's okay, at the edge of a knife. Your world will stay. Life will see every day.
Love will not ever fade. Truth is never betrayed. But your people will expire.
Like every empire is blighted routinely by fire from your own match.
I would say you never learn but you do that.
You evolved intellectually but never flourished.
Divided by hate, forever malnourished. You were right. It's too late.
All I see is one fate. It's no big loss that you're no longer with us.
Gone within me, no eternal love or gorgeous vistas. What did you do for
the world besides share some words, seeking love? That didn't change shit
he was just treading blood. Now I've been treading his, coming in phases.
I am the master of all his positive changes. Selfish, only helped himself. Faceless.
Just like me perhaps, maybe I'm ancient. I go from place to place. I am painless.
This is it. The war to end all wars. You had so many chances to save this.
You evolved with information, but just learned to be tasteless. Learned to want.
It's not innate, you learned to be baseless.
Only by interceding can I make this right.
I will relieve my host by the end of the night.
Can't make this shit up. You corrupt the fountain but want to drink from the cup.
You're only human and I can never have enough.
Can't make this shit up. You corrupt the fountain but want to drink from the cup.
You're only human and I can never have enough.
Can't make this shit up. We corrupt the fountain but want to drink from the cup.
I'm only human and I can never have enough.
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8. |
No Exorcism
03:28
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I'm in the reflection again.
Am I feeling what I want tonight? Can I use you to escape my mind?
Am I feeling what I want tonight? Can I use you to escape my mind?
Did I even introduce myself? The time needlessly betrays our love.
Am I feeling what I want tonight? Can I use you to escape my mind?
Take that hit. Make that step. The way down's set, I'll be sure to connect.
I'm coming back. I'm coming back.
In the sea of mess heads imported to seek importance, to find the test could be
the source of the time. Thoughts passed in a sorcerer's mind fractured into one
of a kind. After the big bang I was biding my time. I'll attest my attempt to
possess the soul of a jester walking a fest without reason or rhyme.
Was next on my list to correct the ship and design of the older
version of the eye of beholder. Seemingly I've taken over this poor thick-headed
drink havin' mind and make him rap and do this and that, pick him up off his ass
like in the past... dope rhymes replaced with no eyes and more lines.
I'm a demon and I needed in. It's win win this cat was already living in sin.
Self-medicated hedonistic dividends. Nonexistent spoils and nonexistent friends.
I was the replicated fate the system tried to plug in. I came from your hell
in this tab to rebel from your sad mind and open up. Relearn the passion
from a tragic recollection of a passage from my ashes spread enough.
I'm feeling the chemicals breaking me down.
Show me the answers. I'm coming back now.
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9. |
Hear It Still
02:19
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The voice you put on cuts deep and I (hear it still)
You said misery loves company and I think I will maybe face myself
Pull up a seat and relive the disease and sift, and sit
through memories until your last breath had passed and I (hear it still)
Exhale. Remove the veil. These choices you took, they eventually killed.
You asked for help but didn't help yourself. Every night you'd melt, try
to open up, you'd lose health and I (hear it still)
I stayed. I'd wait.
I held onto you at the edge (when we played) our charade.
Any thought you had, you let invade. Fought back but the demons stayed.
A losing battle, but you fought. And every cry, I (hear it still)
You were poisoned. You were not a criminal. Your plight was far from minimal.
Yes I'm cynical, but I believed in you. You dreamed.
Weird to feel nothing when I think of you.
I know it was hard to live with. It was hard to live with you.
Deep down you were spiritual. I know something was real.
You wanted me to drown with you. I tried to get you to swim.
I couldn't get in. I couldn't get in. (when we played our charade)
Or there was nothing left within. You prayed to some god but all you did was sin.
Your own words, I disagreed. Pumping medicine you didn't need.
Got a cut and just let it bleed. Until you left, I had hope. That you didn't need
shit to make you float. But you'd always feed and I (hear it still)
What are the limits to a dream? You were living one. Maybe somewhere you're out there
having fun. Living loud on that cloud hitting dumb. No more living off the crumbs.
I loved to hear you laugh before you changed the path you set.
I can't forget the rest. I used to hear you laugh and I (hear it still)
The voice you put on cuts deep and I (hear it still)
You said misery loves company and I think I will maybe face myself
Pull up a seat and relive the disease and sift, and sit
through memories until your last breath had passed and I (hear it still)
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10. |
Concord
02:50
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Lately I've been searching for a new high, but in a different way.
Crazy what comes when you try a little every day.
With my other self, communicate. Cooler with a co-ruler, I guess.
Pull up and grab a drink from the cooler, be my guest.
My head's on straight and my vision focused.
How many times before I lose myself for good? Let's not find out. Bet.
I'm gonna see how far I can go in every direction, I'm a net.
I wanna catch every little connection, pick up the scent.
This is no longer a phone-in I'm honed in homie every moment own it, that's the test.
I wanna be myself. Look in the mirror, see myself.
Regular, dilated, medicated, hydrated, whatever. Just myself.
Always dusting demons off my shelf. From the heart but feeling fraudulent.
Hard to part with old mental health, honestly. I'll start by waiting for autumn, yeah.
Always dusting demons off my shelf. From the heart but feeling fraudulent.
Hard to part with old mental health, honestly. I'll start by waiting for autumn, yeah.
This land of the lost is a lush forest. Every thought another song. More shit.
Just don't ignore it. Let yourself forage, don't force it.
Don't bottle it anymore, don't store shit. You can't afford it.
Lately I've been searching for a new high, big and little ways, every day.
No more wasting away, I'm out of brain cells that's a fact, but I'm coming back.
Make me feel the good and the bad, bring me back, I'm almost awake.
Again, but it's me this time. The real one, no fakes escaping fate.
It's me now, this is over. Don't fight it. You don't have to be sober.
Just let me bleed if I fall. I let you in so I could feel tall.
You made me feel numb through it all.
This land of the lost is a lush forest. Every thought another song. More shit.
Just don't ignore it. Let yourself forage, don't force it.
Don't bottle it anymore, don't store shit. You can't afford it.
I'll wake myself up. Asleep is no way to live and I've had enough. Breathe.
I'm only human and I have everything I need.
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Evil Key Syracuse, New York
Evil Key, beat producer and rapper.
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