Re: <nettime> Peak Anger Rocks

[sebastian@rolux.org]

> Perhaps people have resigned to change after the high expectations of the
> 1960s. Added to this is the lack of alternatives of capitalism, that is, the 
> omission of the vision of another social organization. That another world is 
> possible, believe less and less, while it is becoming increasingly clear that 
> the world society despite contrary slogans and conventions, the nature and
> further destroys global warming, while the inequality in the rich and poor
> societies increases. No Future infuriates, the dance on the volcano is not
> happy, dystopias convince rather than utopias.



Just a quick and very unscientific sample from my "Top 100 Most Played in the 
21st Century" folder, but still... suck this, 1960s!

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Once I Was a Serene Teenaged Child
Frida Hyvönen
2005  
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Once I was a serene teenaged child
Once I felt your cock against my thigh
You said you were a poet, man
Your poetry wasn't obvious to me
When you said I had the stuff that drove you wild
But the feeling of power was intoxicating, magic
The feeling of power was intoxicating
The feeling of power was intoxicating, magic
The feeling of power was intoxicating
Oh oh oh, oh
Make-up and dis-eating-orders
Post-order New Order is harder
You know I wanna stay up all night, now that I live on my own
I wanna be one of you guys
But I don't want your body so close and dismembered
I don't want your body so close and dismembered
Don't take your pants off 'cause I don't want to see it
Don't take your pants off 'cause I don't want to see it
No no no no
No no no
Once I was a serene teenage child
Once I felt your cock against my thigh
You said a girl like me was torture for you
I didn't know what to do about it and
Somehow it made me feel proud
The feeling of pride and the loneliness to it
The feeling of pride and the loneliness to it
The feeling of pride and the loneliness to it
The feeling of pride and the loneliness
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh



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Dirty Money
Clipse
2006
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Yo wattup ma'
I got a pocket full of stinky's lets go spend these right quick

Whats that?

All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like (dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right? (dirty money, dirty money)
Now lets go shopping, lets go chill
Let's go buy them new Louboutin heels
Ass in La Perla, ears full of pearls
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls

Give a little, take a little, my check the dealy
Most niggas is will-not's, you're dealing with a willy
3-D faces on them crisp new billies
Got Benji lookin all googley-eyed and silly
The glitter chill got ya mind seein milli-mill's
I'm 7 figure, the bigger, your thoughts are literal
See I don't blame ya, cashmeres that you feels
Picturing the fortune, you just tryna spin the wheel
Brain like Teri, face like Eva
I ain't forgettin them other Housewive's neither
Two-seaters, back in the trunk, 2 feevas
We stayin up till 2 a.m. to watch Cheaters
As long as I'm nice with the flame and the flass
I don't mind keepin you up on them must-have's
Peep-toe pumps, Gucci slouch bags
Now tell me, is that dirty money really that bad?

All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like (dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right? (dirty money, dirty money)
Now lets go shopping, lets go chill
Let's go buy them new Louboutin heels
Ass in La Perla, ears full of pearls
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls

We could trick tuiton, you could be the vixen
You could front for ya girlfriends, I ain't trippin'
You done got you a rapper, I see ya vision
And one of the best too, that's ambition
You could tell me 'bout ya day, I pretend I listen
And you ain't gotta love me, just be convincin'
I don't ask much, some ashes on the cuff
And that silver bullet, automatic or the clutch
Nah mama hush, you ain't even gotta speak
Jus put it on ya charge, check makes ya feet
Compliments of me, take the bitter with the sweet
And we can get this money like its falling outta trees
Come spend a dollar, yea, bathe in it, walla
17-5 for the low, tell 'em "Holla"
Love you in Escada, Jimmy Choo, Prada
Snow White ya life, hows that for starters?

All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like (dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right? (dirty money, dirty money)
Now lets go shopping, lets go chill
Let's go buy them new Louboutin heels
Ass in La Perla, ears full of pearls
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls

To my fly ghetto bitches with their hair-shop-talk
Braggin to their hair-dresser 'bout that shit he bought
To my South Beach bitches with that sassy walk
Who ain't tryna hear nuttin if you don't ride Porsche
To my get-money niggas gettin paper fa' sho
Trickin' grands up in Louis for the love of the sport
I tell ya, get money money, take money money, uh
Dope money money is great money money, what

Before I'mma bicker with ya, ma, I'mma switch ya
I fly 'em in quick, I fly 'em out even quicker
By no means, am I in love with a stripper
You understand that then you fit in the glass slipper
Travelin' broads, sittin' in G-4's
Changin' the weather, when it rains, it pours
And the crib is ajoined with French doors
You rock with ya boy then anything is yours

All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like (dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like (dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right? (dirty money, dirty money)
Now lets go shopping, lets go chill
Let's go buy them new Louboutin heels
Ass in La Perla, ears full of pearls
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls



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Hacker
Death Grips
2011
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Hey, no ins and outs
Come out your shit is gone, bitch

Goin' back to Tangier with some Jordans and a spear
Post-Christian shit, post-chicken-or-the-egg-addiction shit
Pass the sherm stick, neo-reality
Be the freak you wanna see, just don't follow me
I'm on a journey to the center of three
Grab your fucking chain and drag you through the bike lane
While everybody's like (Nooooo!)
I got this pregnant snake, stay surrounded by long hairs
A plethora of maniacs and spiral stairs
Make your water break in the Apple Store
Sink or swim, who fucking cares, cut the birth cords
Press send, yeah, thick
Gaga can't handle this shit, headed for the Sammy Davis wing
Throw up a black hole at the entrance of Linens-n-Things
On the way, never call it a day
Visit Tesla's grave for the ninth time today
Still on the way, bigger wigs

When you come out your shit is gone
When you come out your shit is gone
When you come out your shit is gone
When you come out your shit is gone

I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in-
I know the first three numbers, I'm in-
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in-
I know the first three numbers, I'm in-

When you come out your shit is gone
When you come out your shit is gone (I'm in-)
When you come out your shit is gone
When you come out your shit is gone

You'll catch a jpeg to the head, über reach
You're an intern, I'm Wikileaks
Most loved, therefore most hated
Come and knock on the door, we've been waiting for you
Game changer, reclusive-aggressive
Ying-ing and yang-ing, noided
Info warrior, Jack the Hacker
The rolling stoner, puffin' on disaster
My existence is a momentary lapse of reason
Got the DNA of gothic lemons
Shred it thirteen times out of eleven
Your bad ideas are the ATM, shed my skin
Leave it for the homeless to sleep in
Prodigal, fuck that, nautical
Teachin' bitches how to swim (I'm in)

I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in-
I know the first three numbers, I'm in-
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in-
I know the first three numbers, I'm in-

Teachin' bitches how to swim
Teachin' bitches how to swim
Teachin' bitches how to swim
Teachin' bitches how to swim
Now backstroke, through your k-hole
Don't run, you might slip
The table's flipped, now we got all the coconuts, bitch

Burmese babies under each arm
Screaming beautiful songs
The cray-cray ultra-contrarian
Havin' conversations with your car alarm
When you come out your shit is gone
Soon your crew will be serving sandwiches named after me
Vietnamese style, fool, please
Front row at the mass games, untraceable by name
You speak of us in certain circles, you will be dethroned or detained

Gone, gone
Your shit is gone, gone
When you come out your shit is gone

I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in-
I know the first three numbers, I'm in-
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in-
I know the first three numbers, I'm in-



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California
EMA
2011
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Fuck California
You made me boring
I bled all my blood out
But these red pants
They don't show that
My old friends though
They know that
And when I sold them
I sold that

I'm sorry Gracie girl
You're golden

I'm sorry Stephen and Andrew
That I ever left you
You've never seen the ocean
You've never been on a plane
Schizophrenia rules the brain
Aliens coming to take you away
You're still my favorite
Past Life Martyred Saint
Gimme the places
I'll give you the names
Wasted away
Alone on the plains
What's it like to be small-town and gay?
Fuck it baby
I know you'll never change

So hold me down but I got it
Quick hit to the face
Soft blow to the mouth
On Christmas morning

You're bleeding from the fingertips
You rubbed me raw
You rubbed me wrong
And I heave when I think of you

Oh! California

Now you've corrupted us all
With your sexuality
Tried to tell me love was free
Tried to tell me love was free
Us and them baby
You You You You You and Me

Oh Love! In the time of scandal
Love in the form of tragedy
Love so much so real
So fucked
It's 5150

But I'm just 22, I'm just 22
And I don't mind dyin'
I don't mind dyin'

What does failure taste like?
To me it tastes like dirt
And I'm beggin' you please
To look away

I bet my money on
The bob-tail nag
Somebody bet on the bay

I saw Joseph carrying the gun
I saw Mary carrying the gun
The gun the gun the gun
The gun carrying the gun

I saw Grandpa
Carrying the gun
I saw Grandma
Carrying the gun
The gun the gun the gun
The gun carrying the gun

I used to carry the gun
The gun the gun the gun
The gun carrying the gun



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Danny Brown
Pac Blood
2011
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The Shakespeare of 16's, dipping my ink pen
Made a sculpture of me but my dick was too thin
Paint pictures of me but they never get my chin
One writing scriptures bringing tears to the princess
Every time I indent, you can see the intent
Leave your mind bent, hanging on the every sentence
Have no apprentice, style uninherited
Laughing at you peasants cause my penmanship is excellence
Whenever in the presence, eyes get wide
I'm the town hero cause my words give them pride
And what they feel inside, I say the perfect words for 'em
Some say I'm a prophet with the visions I get cursed for
Leave them all astonished, ride with the verbs
Make a grown man cry with strength of the words

Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner, wanna shoot shit
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat 'til she hiccup
Had T.D. Jakes round this bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs

What's in the portfolio? Sicker than polio
Shit so personal, my mom can't listen to
Oh so original, nigga's extra-crispy
Bars so Bukowski, Soda Popinski
Little Macs could never be number one, your time's done
Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day's gone
Langston Hughes with a blew fuse and a screw loose
Maya Angelou abused child with her notebook
Spitting like Kipling with a tooth missing
Tongue bring torture to men, women and children
Memoir's sacred, hid in the basement
Await my next piece at a formal engagement
Crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound
Start to get more power than the ones that wear crowns

Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner, wanna shoot shit
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat 'til she hiccup
Had T.D. Jakes round this bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs



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IV
Perfect Pussy
2013
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I've been talking shit about your friend
I've been lying to get attention
Thankfully, none of it ever happened
Nothing ever really happens

I have a habit of telling extravagant lies
Ask anyone, they'll tell you
So why didn't I come forward?
Why didn't I?

Ha ha ha, I deserve to be hurt like that
Ha ha ha, it's so funny, isn't it?
Oh, why didn't I come forward?
It's not your fault that I didn't feel safe

I'm a real piece of shit, I'm a real lost cause
Dare to act like you're surviving and get thrown to the dogs
Every dog deserves forgiveness, no matter who he bit
I'm a real lost cause
I'm a real piece of shit

There's no room in this world for people who hate men
I can't warn the next one 'cause I can't get out of bed
I've been lying to get attention
I've been lying and lying
I think I'll just stay home forever this time

We're not standing in the back
We're safest near the exit
Because god knows you'd burn a witch to warm your hands
Support your brothers
Disregard survivors
Close your heart forever
What else can you do?
There's no room in this world for people who hate men
Fuck you



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Hard
Sophie
2014
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Hard

Latex gloves, smack so hard
PVC, I get so hard
Platform shoes kick so hard
Ponytail, yank so hard
Leatherette, party so hard
PVC, I get so hard
Platform shoes kick so hard
But it's just so hard, so hard

Hard
Hard

Hard hard, I get so hard
Hard hard, I get so hard
Hard hard, I get so hard
I just get so hard

Patent boot, yank so hard
Silicon, squeeze so hard
Ponytail, yank so hard
Do I make you proud? I try so hard
Rubber doll, bang so hard
PVC, I get so hard
Latex gloves smack so hard
Platform shoes
In the club party so hard
I'm so hard
Rubber doll
Latex gloves smack so hard
PVC, I get so hard
Platform shoes kick so hard
But it's just so hard, so hard
So hard

Hard, hard, I get so hard
Hard, hard, I get so hard
Hard, hard, I get so hard
Hard, hard, I get so hard

Hard, hard, I get so hard
Hard, hard, I get so hard
Hard, hard, I get so hard
I just get so hard



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That Battle Is Over
Jenny Hval
2015
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What is it to take care of yourself?
What are we taking care of?
A million bedrooms with hands softly lulling our divine cocks and cunts
Without telling anyone, a million ships come alone out on the calmest seas
So are we loving ourselves now? Are we mothering ourselves?

Statistics and newspapers tell me I am unhappy and dying
That I need man and child to fulfill me
That I'm more likely to get breast cancer
And it's biology, it's my own fault
It's divine punishment of the unruly
It's fearful out here on the calmest seas
We who grew up singing Merry Christmas!
War is over, our mothers softly humming
We're at the edge of history

But I keep growing older, eight years since 25 now
And all that ages now is the body
And I wonder why, I think to myself
One of these days everything I write
Begins with the question
What's wrong with me?

You say I'm free now, that battle is over
And feminism is over, and socialism's over
Yeah, I say I can consume what I want now

This is what happens on the edge of history
The Great Eye turns to us
We are the only thing that's aging
But we don't know it yet, we cling onto
Heaven, Heaven, Heaven

Sleep tight forever
Sleep tight forever



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Angelina
Tommy Genesis
2015
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Christ, why you picking up your phone this late?
I only called you 'cause I knew that it 5am in LA
She tell me he gon' flip me like he flip his cousins back South
But she don't know that I went from cunt to dick early this month
I hate it when crater face creator of the human race
Come to me in my wet dreams and try to tell me to give face
I met a ho back home talking soliloquy's, made of silicone
Her bones overlapped, she was like a rake in his lap
When you leave me I need to go take my mind off your dick
Get some yogurt covered pretzels and a pound of a clit
But that don't mean that you can leave me
Just to leave me this way
I'm still a hot topic on the black market
Currency favourite these days
She think I'm current 'cause they call me a contemporary slug
The kind that leave no trace, remorse
Go down with my shirt buttoned up
I don't lean on you, you lean on me, I'm skinny, call that Maybelline
Site specific to my picnic, fork and knife when I get thicket
But you wouldn't know that 'cause we ain't gon' through that
Canadian school girl land act, connected anime drool black

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Angelina? Is that you?
Thought I seen ya? Mmmhmm

Let me put my hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Lemme put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss cross in the back somewhere, ha

I'm a chew up that up, slew of medium sized businesses
Get my eyes on the candidates running for presidencies
Set a good president in my school girl tribe
We hang from trees like we apples in the Eden vibe
I'm a business meeting on judgement day
When the heavens open up to the birds of prey
With an orange wedge smile on a poster bitch
Now you bird watchers wonder why they call me bitch

Angelina? Is that you?
Thought I seen ya? Mmmhmm



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Formation
Beyoncé
2016
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What happened at the New Wil'ins?
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand

Y'all haters corny with that Illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin')
I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole, make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money, but they never take the country out me
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag

Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah I, ohhhhh, oh, yes, I like that
I did not come to play with you hoes, haha
I came to slay, bitch
I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch
Oh, yes, you besta believe it

Y'all haters corny with that lluminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin')
I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole, make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag

I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it
I twirl on them haters, albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low, sippin' Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off (I go off), I go hard (I go hard)
Get what's mine (take what's mine), I'm a star (I'm a star)
'Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay), we slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, 'cause I slay
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, 'cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination, 'cause I slay
Slay trick, or you get eliminated

When he fuck me good, I take his ass to Red Lobster, 'cause I slay
When he fuck me good, I take his ass to Red Lobster, we gon slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J's, let him shop up, 'cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, 'cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, 'cause I slay
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, 'cause I slay
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making

I see it, I want it, I stunt, yellow bone it
I dream it, I work hard, I grind 'til I own it
I twirl on them haters, albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low, sippin' Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off (I go off), I go hard (I go hard)
Take what's mine (take what's mine), I'm a star (I'm a star)
'Cause I slay (slay), I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay), we slay (okay), I slay (okay)
I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay), okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, I slay
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, 'cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination, 'cause I slay
Slay trick, or you get eliminated, I slay

Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, I slay
Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation
You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper

Girl, I hear some thunder
Golly, look at that water, boy, oh lord



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I Might Vote 4 Donald Trump
JPEGMAFIA x Freaky
2016
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This is a certified hood classic

Aye, aye, aye
Ay Dios mío!
Aye, aye, aye
Ay Dios mío!
Ay Dios mío!
Ay Dios mío!

I might vote for Donald Trump, just to say I did it
I might blindly fall into a group of friends full of bigots (real trapshit) 
Y'all don't know my aiming
I got a vision like That's So Raven (damn)
Gangstas don't die, they get fat and move to Miami
I am he, throw it my way, INT
Everything straight like ironed T's
In the back of the Bell burning my degree (Llama)
At Uni Mart yelling, "Fuck Bernie"
Up early, cup dirty, couple thirties
Boy the way that Sprite, mix with the lean so purrty
Shit, my tolerance is no mercy (damn)
I just popped 20 xan's so the crackers wouldn't find them
Back up to the wall though drugs like "Where's Waldo?"
Wrote it down, Gonzo knows see I chanchó mano a mano
Damn bro, de plano (aye, aye) ferragamo llama sittin' on chanclas
Deuce feed a Fanta or Mylanta (damn son where'd you find this?)
I just might vote for Donald Trump just cause it's legal (adios mio)

"-We have gang, gangs, their coming in from all over-" (yeah, yo)
"-and as we've said before, we are going to make our country
better than ever before, we have that chance!"
(You...you think you know me...)

I might vote for Donald Trump just to say I did it (damn, Peggy)
I might call the IRS, pay them a visit (damn, Peggy)
Feed all my niggas with pistols and privilege them digits (ay dios mios, Peggy)
Finna tell that nigga Chris Christie to pay me a visit
I brought the guns to the house, I got my feet on the couch
I don't think y'all understand but I'm tryna bring back the south (damn son)
I've been the man for a year (what else?)
You've been a bitch all your life (what happened?)
I got my hand on the crown, yeah, voted for that nigga twice (two times)
Braindead on my birthday, I voted for that nigga high (high)
Fuck a Jordan and a Huckabee (fuck 'em), I never wanted the mic (yo)
I never wanted this life (yo), I got a hit for your signs (I do)
My niggas been rollin the dice and now I'm
Shanking these crackers for ice (shank 'em up!)
I think that I'm over Edge, Spear in a christian
Got all these Lita's, they giving me head
Fuck what you said, fuck out my bed, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I think they got me on my meds
Got a bitch that give that Nancy Reagan head
Carter that era, she was humping my leg
Bush era, she be close to the dead, Trump Era, I'll be killing the Feds
(Real trap shit)



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I Get The Bag Freestyle
Young M.A
2018
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All this is what we doin'
I gotta get cocky on this one
I gotta get a little bocky on this one

You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Car came with a slut in it, then I made the bitch cum in it
Double cuppin' it, no lean just the red punch with the rum in it
Silky on, fresh white tee with the Constructs on, thuggin' it
The block hot so I'm tuckin' it, Glizzy came with a drum in it
Treat my Nina like my old hoe, start actin' up and I'm dumpin' it
I don't really play the scenes like AD, I'm in the cut with it
Louis bag with the hunnids in it quarter million in it had to stuff it in it
Wake and bake in the oven with it, if it ain't skunkin I ain't fucking with it
White Cars with the black rims, but the inside peanut butter with it
Still gutter with it, still Red Colors with it
Still blood for my brother with it
Benz truck put my mother in it, these checks keep on repeating
Bank account got a stutter in it, bitch nigga I'm eating
Treat the pussy like a plumber nigga, put my plunger in it she screaming
Kickin hoes out the hotel like a punter with it, they schemin'
Not stupid or a sucker nigga, hoes wanna come up I peep it
Young nigga from the concrete, now I'm seeing palm trees
Tryna get a double R on my car keys and on the car seats
Pocket full of Parsley, Glock in arm reach can't harm me
Mix the Jungle juice with the Jamba juice now I'm feeling saucy
Feeling like the old me, can't hold me, in the hood still moving dolie
If you ain't gang gang can't bro me, can't say you love me, gotta show me
She said it's hard to communicate, 'cause I only send emojis
I don't show no emotions, can't let you know me (uh)
Swag dripping nose bleed (uh), gave away my rollies (uh)
They was getting old to me (uh), I know that was bold of me (uh)
Niggas ain't as cold as me (uh) shawty got a whole nigga
But she in the club poking me (uh), tryna get a hold of me (uh)
I should take her in the bathroom, but that would be the hoe in me (uh)
Ass looking like a baboon, man fuck it bring the hoe with me (uh)
Covered up with tattoos (uh) It compliment the Polo tees (uh)
If them haters got a attitude, hit em with shoulder lean (uh)
Milly Rockin through the bad vibes
Time is money and if it ain't about the money
I don't have time (man), that slowed me down the last time (damn)
So I made that the last time, now it's stack rack time (uh)
Prolly been a wavy nigga, like back-back in my past time
All these funny looking niggas rapping, and they ain't really saying shit
And I won't say I hate the shit, I just won't play the shit
Still the Queen out the Brook, my crown still fit me right
Still in the streets like a city bike, still posted like a city light
Hadda get my pennies right, hadda change my diet up just to get me right
I remember plenty nights, living that Henny life never did me right
Now its more like plenty life, can't settle down, gotta busy life
I already know what that kitty like, I'm just tryna see what that Bentley like
Cut a lot of niggas off, I bet they talk about me
Fuck what you think and fuck what you thought, better off without me
I'm better off with less than more around me, fake nigga walk around me
Never had security, no cops never had the Law around me
Prolly me and three niggas, I just gotta keep killing
Getting wins outta loses, gotta keep Meek Millin'
We living, we billin, fat blunts, weed spilling
I invested in the weed business, 'cause I'm just tryna see millions
In the stu cooking up, cooking up, hadda put my feet in it
When life threw me lemons, I made lemon squeeze with it
No I don't need women, I don't know how I could keep women
I think I'm a good nigga, but I guess they see different
Can't get a girl pregnant, so I made my pockets pregnant
Money calling 9/11, got 7 figures but I can't stop at 7
Naw man gotta get it, getting guap till I die
Still get the guap in heaven, 'cause me and God we connected
And we got a great connection (uh), praying with my pistol on me (uh)
But that's just for my my protection (uh), Hennessy was my obsession (uh)
Just to get through my depression (uh), that was kinda my confessions (uh)
We need more spittas, less funny looking niggas
That's just my suggestion




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