acting betrays! paperwork paperwork is the most wonderful beautiful thing in the world used to have rat nests everywhere used to have a rat infestation brought in the cats to get them out of there now weve got cats swarming the nation 12 mars is the most angriest angry planet in the sky used to have a crime problem brought in the cops to get it done now we got a cop problem shrinkwrap makes it all everything stay so wonderful beautiful 123 industry had a pop problem just in time to need a chart topper brought in hip hop to solve one now we got a bad pop rap problem america had a god problem too much god and not enough fun brought in the money and put him on now we got a new god problem 123456 paperwork is the most beautiful thing on this earth dearer than life or a girl the paperwork

nobody (ive never seen anything like this before have you? No. thats because nobody has. i dont believe in - hop hip brakes - but if they do exist then were trapped in one right now. will you just calm down theres gotta be a logical explanation for this. this isnt what you think it is nobody stores cotton candy like this.)

cotton candy factory (this looks like a cotton candy factory to me.) this looks like a cotton candy factory to me all these djs making fluffy lollipop beats so maths gotta step in as the emcee to float disses hot like tamales products sweet stay unsweetened bringing death to hershey nestle emcees freaking out while we paint vivid scenes reeses peanut buttery fingers sticking to yr korg keys machine assembly line labeled for individual retail sale like a pez i dispense with whacks handle them stale krackle to crunch rappers brittle and frail if you had taste id be a sensation but ol york has failed bring it back that uh no one produces confections like ours healthful to the teeth cos its unbiteable beavers back up while im busting up bad rap tapes and crushing mashup milkshakes save it for later not now bit o honey for that bow wow wow i want hop hip all yall cattle just fall in line to stare at the next cow tail so yeah its true no one makes music like we do nsftm read thru the doo doo to improve with improv and haphazard you cant introduce what we stew a brew massive pizzazzes burn the stomach acids digest it sucker bring it back that uh

no sunilte (gza of love) (im going for the money.) bible verses. i dont know what else to say. what youve never seen a rapper with a mullet rocking a mic wearing a shirt with this many colors on it shoving strangest vinyl samples onto tracks to be something more than the suckers stuffing fluffy funkless nuggets of nothing trumping yall with skills bumping willy nil make the boys freak the funk and girls stop standing still popping up and down sideways hopping to a filess sound forget the treble and bass we only have one setting loud wound up round up the legion were hunting down beavers in and out of season pause now let me make a connection no matter who wins its all us who lost the election no matter who sells its all us whose been stole from thus who sells is who wins and whos innocent? no one hold on math yer telling us to vote? hardly but i will say all the best jams play at the 3rd party and im going to fight for that right while i throw my vote away you can vote in the 5th reich 3rd party every night guardians gripping tight let out the words of protest no sunlite no sunlite for the media no sunlite its dark down here underground unclear we dig deeper and deeper for the media (well ms connie i have a great deal of respect for you and i wonder if youd consider having an ice cream treat with me at the malt shop. im going for the money.) 219 time to start knocking blocks out like jenga you might slip on our style or trip mind mines danger our desire to rewire is our greatest asset up new rhyme structures building big like an aztec collapse it create new art from the rubble double the use sights set high like the hubble smashed to mirrors reassembled and deal out the fragments we used to play hangman civilized now we strangle with injections abortions and lives contracepted its lies when only some life is protected get with it get up and get on the go to live anti death is more than one absentee vote we can recite john 3:16 til were dead and never have lived by a single word that Christ said so instead quit complaining live for more than the cash dont just hope provoke the system to crash cos these demons on the ballot are the devils in our head and were going to try to see red to see red white and blue turn to the people to rule and the education moved beyond regurgitated school no sunlite for the media theres no beginning and there is no end no sunlite (they were most expert in the devising of simple and yet effective methods of torture.) no sunlite

war (give me that gun. no. i dont have a gun father. here have one of mine.)

mercy of the elephants at the mercy of the elephants the mercy of the el mercy of the elephants terrorizing yr elements yr excellence when i crush rappers and tell stories from wax i dont fake or make it up like the medias bum facts i explain my exploits tho it seems unbelievable that im known to hang from ceilings spilling freestyle lyricals multisyllable disses to create a weird experience you think you landed on forbidden planet when i kick this dip a mind ahead of time even the krell cant compete the monsters from my id come unleashed tho i rarely sleep the beast keeps me honest doing things i believe girls question my sanity when i hit the scene silk screen tank top unmatched tube socks headphones too large attached to a boombox tape by biz mark pumps me up til the knobs bust jump around yr rooftop wear a woolcap from the thrift shop tear it off reveal bad hair mop top i cant stop wont stop the minor threat scares adults mercy of the elephants el the herd is on the move truth is ive been visited by demons from a young age panicked paralyzed gripped my ribcage visions magnified sounds amplified i couldnt escape them but lord knows i tried and lord knows i broke down in school and straight cried when i lost my depth perception and understanding of my sensory world reduced to light and sound waves a 7 year olds nightmares broke into his day all you have to fear is fear itself and i got older colder cos all you have to fear is everything step up to trips and your teeth lose their fillings demons back up yer making me crack up im viciously here and im filling this track up yeah man i live for this to drop a fat diss protect what i believe in and prove that i exist the rhythm is something to tie to the word i feel the ground shake and i march with the herd mercy of the elephants i be that tie dye wearing ed wood staring pop uncaring no swearing hairy half bear man literally tearing up mics i couldnt invent tales postcards cryptic mail you step outside yr balcony to get some air for yr mouth to breathe yer about to see some of the most absurd junk yr mind conceives throwing bags of roadkill up onto yr porch decomposing squirrels and a couple groundhog corpses sprinting away naked but for a vinyl rekkerd mask 2 king crimson lps melted and fastened with a clasps yer like what are you doing? whats the meaning? screaming in terror while yr nostrils take a beating then you see me heaving huge hunks of wood on a fire burning dollar bills and whack cassettes going wild lighting my guitar and waving it around cast the demons out create insane sounds im berserk the myrec foeth ephelatns

frog when is there a good time to wine and dine im never going to be with heather take yr cheese and crackers incinerate disintegrate im taking out the garbage and taking you with me this palace is empty gonna take you to the beach give you a shell make a necklace and put it on yr neck were gonna drink merlot yum yum it tastes like grapes fermented distintegrate incinerate this palace is empty

angels watching over me all night all day angels watching over me my lord cherubim and seraphim 7 choirs praising him angels no sunlite for the media gotta turn off the radio angels sweep those bones right out of my soul purified and remade whole all night all day holy spirit coming down to me all night all day holy ghost coming down to me

dinosaurs dinosaurs dinosaurs in the midst coming to eat yr kill dine in tonite saber tooth sinking in stegosaurus pierce yr skin bleeding gene pool feeding see you in the cave hidden from the din raw raw raw these eggs are raw rip thru yr young with my ten lb jaw 1 no 3 no 5 no 7 not baptized so theyre not in heaven dinosaurs tyrannosaurus rip was not afraid of dip diplodocus was not afraid of rex cretaceous was the most bodacious jurassic was the most fantastic herbivore triceratops pulverated by a megalodon plate tectonics continental drift separated by a constant shift meep roar dinosaurs mammals arent the only ones to have a ruined severed tongue the ankylosaurus sings in a chorus of eulogies raptors draw yr guns orange moon rises in the night thats when pterodactyls take their flight foolish monsters bleeding horde killing mothers we want more dinosaurs dinosaurs in the midst coming to eat yr kill dine in tonight

gremlin apothecary last time

pay for yr grave (pay for yr grave) ill crush you on the field unsportsmanlike cut you quick draw blood in a swordsman fight like no sunlite cuts a rekkerd heat up vinyl oven shape a new form the needles change directions inspect it fools lesson 2 im done lecturing you some say were messed up cruel but im still going to do things i cant undo cause a hullabaloo am i for real when i say wealth we dont pursue? check this i literally drop the jewels rob the schools of knowledge they try to hide by digging into files labeled classified and open up eyes cos wisdom aint hidden im past admitting its time to hit the catechism reverse the schism convert the rhythm the dark side of the prism the mind release the prison

bees god made the bees bees make the honey god made the dirt and the dirt tastes funny it aint fair funny the people do the work and the bosses get the money

consumes (and the bees come to feed on my poetry. our bees make honey but yr flies make excrement.)

sick (no sunlite for the media classic classic stuff folks. classic classic rekkerd from no sunlite for the media.) i make you sick to yr stomach just by spilling the truth but yet you swallow down yr meat while you watch the evening news i remind yall of death so why be afraid? deprogrammed to watch guns but barf when i shove a dead bird in yr face? its just math hip hops memento mori killing emcees or just showing they bleed its not horror no zombies but society is so gory so believe that theres a way to glory beyond greed weed or selling cds forget music its noise if it shows not who you be so ill blast 4 33 and music of metal machines thats the rhythm within and thats the beauty we need so check it steve albini frodus fugazi thats my posse half japanese sun ra negativland wu-tang clan frank zappa on for 2009 itll be fine for 2019 thats the rhythm within thats the beauty we need so check it

money ive got money (burn kill yr money) money

sell me matter breathe on me breathe life into me make me matter i want more matter so sell me matter breathe on me

donkey in the maize going to cover you in margarine and then stick you in the oven ez bake 30 seconds and yer done and yer done when she was young she could count from 1 to 5 in 30 seconds missy did you ask for me to sell you a donkey in the well? dont you know its lips are cold? warm them with yr frozen toes lets hold him down and tickle him for 30 seconds

actors rebel! philosophies unceasingly consoling me i blast like duck hunt gun zap a rap funk a rhyme punk yr mind and get back thats my word raw scrawled onto scrolls unrolled not folded up cos yeah im on a roll like a stone catching no moss stretching ropes off plot our own plot so the sunlite and shine stops no glitter of trinkets that will just blind well find and load down yr pockets so to slow down yr time cos the race were running is on rugged terrain hug yr chains if you like the simple riches of no pain you want to go for yrs get the props you deserve then know this the props and sales are at an inverse proportions math knows them cos of course math is me when the freedoms increase well then so does the fee but theres more to be hemlock up socrates the bees knees emcees dishing out sorceries philosophies unceasingly consoling me thee we me (whack rekkerds. keep playing em. im slaying em.) optical obliteration you cant believe yr eyes optimal oscillations spinning 45s b sides strictly no hits legit dip i chart my own magna carta split off from nitwits i spit automatic for the people like mike stipe making everybody hurt my raps strangle theyre so tight no room to budge or fudge data we keep real reach into the vinyl jacket pocket to beat steal im more kicking than a millipede on caffeine i rap mean mad steam so obscured that im obscene offstage rapper not in limelight or sunlite untainted executed correct like yer hung right whomp the wimps who think theyre immune from my disses id tell you to look in the mirror but yer stuck to it narcissus and the only responses yer getting yr echo heck yo ive got rap by the throat i wont let go (whack rekkerds. keep playing em. im slaying em.) philosophies unceasingly consoling me thee we

hungry oh

philosophies pt 2 philosophies increasingly unfolding me pornographies invisibly controlling me treachery bloodthirsty american dream pardon me my tvs my majesty every revery has no meaning insincerity merits me an enemy controlling me consoling me

i rap (let me tell you a story) because i rap 4 score and 7 albums to go cos ive got so many style that ive got to show how to do this with longevity how to prove what i know with brevity cos if you say so much and its got no meaning yer a sucker emcee upchucking and teething biting like a rabid raccoon in the afternoon sooner or later yall will meet yr doom but on and on i survive and drive and thrive on thru the storm i strike like lightning or the union boys rolling like thunder and im keeping my poise cos the party keeps keeping on when maths on the mic aka the super math blaster master of sunlite leader of the lo fi rapping sound and i aint seen the underground since ive been underground cos the style i kick is so bizarre itd be like pele taking his cleats to a read dwarf star but the people still move and they can dance to it b boys slap a high 5 and the girls all scream do it cos i rap (let me tell a story) and thats how i hit yall with messages crush rappers like tin cans and yes i guess it is up to me to hit you with check 1 2 info coming thru might delight you or incite you to memorize the lines i express emphasizing the positive funkiness uniting all the people with these rhymes and these beats taking art to the streets and finding new friends to meet not worried about cash cos we got new priorities rock rock a party into outer space orbiting everybodys going nuts no ones alone listen to the math blaster rock the microphone cos i rap (let me tell you a story) so well i make you jump to the moon and the musics so loud you can still hear the boom and its me leading hip hop number 1 on the roster quick to diss a sucker whos a rapping imposter just want to make sure the hip hop keeps rocking the crew lets loose and its all non stopping turn up the system in yr car like romp romp it sounds so explosive bet you think its a car bomb cos he raps. shout outs. dec 21 2012.

railroad ive been working on the…

olde world modern lovers from 1972. (well the olde world may be dead)

pigeon cannibals the city sounds are silent here i spy a pigeon eating fried chicken i watch as he chews the bones with his friends going down to the sewer his eyes despairingly glaze as his life moves slowly mm

cast spells not votes (first of all let me say that i have always been curious about those things which makes the average persons blood run cold with fear and horror but then the average person becomes upset over such simple things as) cast spells not votes and cast spells yo put me in coach put me in my cleats are laced up and theres guards on my shin. haha trippy always treating rhymes like a soccer match take a water brake kickoff and settle back coach math will set it off with a few raps before a minutes over i score thrice like a trick hat hat trick that slick magic that i spit known for more than music this dips massive. red hot penalty shots that charbroil yr crotch this brake is too fast i just cant be stopped. and aint no one around here have the intention to stop you we dont roll with imposters plus say no to the coppers oh the molotov cocktails copyright pirates organized crime mobsters. fcc dont blow that whistle at me im a true emcee dont take dip from referees. uncensored yall this is the way it was meant to be sleeper keepers and slow sweepers cant get the best of me. ronald and powell kick the mic on a roll bending rhymes like cornerkicks to make you shout goal. forget that old style i will use straight headers or pop goals with my knees and make the goalies bedwetters. now im dropping bombs like boom. and im dropping them like boom ive been the super deffest emcee ever since the vinyl breakbeats became my preference about the same time that george bush stole office and ill plummet thru wax stacks flow to roll off this suffocating style they throw down for quick profit no sunlite more fun right cant nobody top it. dropping bombs from dc to cali to london our formations tight cos we roll as a squadron. rolling up and rolling down showing up not slowing down round them up around and round dungeon to dungeon and town to town now ill pass on the mic like brazilian football hearing oles and a bazillion what yalls. trips dropkicks from midfield to goal then i chill on the bench with my bricks of golde. golden bricks just to build the city do a scissorkick just to fool the middy. yo im danger they call me redcard turn yr back on me and get slidetackled so hard. oh and were sliding in trying to avoid abiding in sin. dont settle for less when you can settle for loch ness keep yr eyes on the water son it will surface. and im about done trippy you got something trippy drop it son. suckers want to play like its middle school recess its 4 against 1 about to chop them into pieces 4 becomes 5 5 becomes 6 6 becomes 219 dont mess with trips. cast spells not votes (or just rap) millions of emcees millions of emcees millions rappers be claiming that theyre dastardly cool cats but coming up flat like gingerale from a year back no sir no offer we go over no sunlite mowing suckers like clover yo. hold on this aint no hosted social event for foes to attend to just go to this is strange change from the atlantic coastal sent like postal postcards potent hop hip potroast. romp rimp stomp stimp play the real hop hip bass hits so hard that it makes yr rekkerd skip. notice to all sucker microphone holders we aint going to roll over and we aint going to roll with you know this with no fruit produced youll wither like the fig tree from leaf to root and that goes for emcees making nothing unique when we roll deep it takes the mustard seed. millions of emcees man and woman my clan from the mounts of maryland to the peaks of kyrgyzstan well scan yr brain with our hip hop mri cure the pop cancer before yr taste dies. my my my my goodness sakes alive seems like people aint rocked so hard since 1985 with my eyes on the mix when its this lo fi while i dynamite yr mind tonight. 4 in the morning emcees are snoring the s i d only m i c imploring media talking heads to get in their little bed halt the incessant stream so we can think instead. charged hippocratically to keep hip hop alive step into our clinic the only way to survive millions of emcees (it was a lovely place until one day an evil woman arrived)

signals from beyond (you see the deepspacebeam is useless all channels all i can get is static or variations on the central musical rhythm maybe someone will listen in and be able to tell were in trouble. more likely theyll just think were having a heck of a party)

rebels self reliance

end screams come from the hall and the mountain were on strives to block the sunshine that means its time to rise but have i even had the chance to shut my eyes? is there somewhere to hide? but the sun shines like it does every time that it comes up and it will go down again at least i think it will but we dont know how its going to end matthew dont you have some wood to cut and once yer done tell me how much Jesus Christ is on standby tonight and i have something to say to him and i just might but my mind and my brain feels detached and its not coming back congratulations to the demons but we dont know how its going to end and when you asked do you have something to say i wish id had said i have something to say i wish id had said i have nothing to say cos i said to much or not enough but either way the information that had begun to escape was my brain smashing yrs like rocks tumbling hitting the trees crushing squirrels and the lies and the breeze and my head was stuck there like a brainfreeze and its tough to get stuck unstuck the brainfreeze chanting amen when i didnt mean it the most when i felt that the world was haunted by unholy ghosts and man had gone away and men had gone away but a way was left for man to go and rego astray but that was not enough because love was screwed with lust and i know its just the beginning but we dont know when its going to end ahem ive done it again math has done it my friend ive played the best minuet in a+ now im dripping with sweat and im falling down and falling up my knees are gross and theyre bent and stuck bent to the sky bent to the earth bent broken bruised or much worse and im sick of this song sick of this song sick of this song meaning crushed words sung it before a million times hummed it more back again ill play my part just so you hear how it ends and we dont know how it will end but i assure you this song has an end ah how many tests should i pray to avoid? and how many sins will i gladly exploit? 70 times 70 times? god and satan are counting that high i know it must be myself i know it and i know it well hell awaits hell is in my phony embrace i used to talk to you about the cause but now we really dont talk at all and i guess it was best to forget it cos look at these intentions look how theyve been shredded these microphones and wires keyboards and computers have lied to me and now im used to it we no longer speak face to face this love is here not in outer space and stuck earth on the ground and the ground beneath the underground and we dont know how its going to end and end

is hell really underground? study war no more going to lay down my sword and shield down by the riverside to study war no more i aint going to study war no more going to fade in the wheels of steel (zero was the hour) down by the riverside and study war no more going to swim that australian crawl down by the riverside to study war no more going to lay my tv in the mud down by the riverside and study war no more i aint gonna study war no more war no more war war no more study war no more going to war no more war war

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