D20s show every number shy of nine on them recovery rolls.
lyrics
i still self-depricate in all my jokes, self-destruct in all my notes
marksman aiming just a hair above disgracing all the folk
using blood for ink for real, i leech myself for all i wrote
think i might could perish still unnoticed under all the smoke
when they say "where he went?" feel free to plead the fifth
or mention me playing zero mission in a freezing temp
no varia suit or hoodie on, just white tee and rip-it
then the heater blew away the fuse, not like i needed it
wasting thoughts imagining exactly how they'd speak of it
discs of orphaned beats and wordy scripts; hella freaky flicks
three computers running side by side, two were beat to shit
me amid the chaos of a life of incompleted skits
interludes a few acts short of stageplay comedy i writ
tragic observations of a god trapped in a peon's shift
and to be completely real mortality is bleak i feel
the reaper's teeth surrounding while i bargain for a sweeter deal
i'll tell you what i know though, no clue where i'll be around that four oh
the key to happiness ain't just a metal pressed from more dough
but when i find it, i'mma rob that safe until it's dangerous
cuz life is temporary, if you're scared of death you don't know that
that the realest always die, so kill me while i'm live
forgive me for hibernating while that ice formed over my bones
high top Walks, pan to the facial
ice grill cold as ice caps on a glacier
this is real time apocalypse
twenty thousand leagues above y'all, no Nautilus
launch myself from the top of the sky
and show impostors what's the real meaning of dropping it live
wore my feet down to stumps, on top of my grind
can't no one tell me shit bout walking the line
i'm hard of hearing when they talking them lies
angel wings is censorship, but that ain't properly fly
and that mean everything i see i speak, every time i breathe
and if i'm silent then i'm suffocating, pass me the trees
tryna get oxygenated before i pass out
let me shine for a minute, til they blow that match out
laugh loud while they killing you to sneak in their dreams
resurrecting as a demon, you'll be feeding their screams
night terrorists, hide in the mirrors, chanting your error list
chain your feet with acrophobia, to keep you scared to lift
TL;DR? then listen: meta gotta fly
and if i fall, don't lose a step of swag cuz everybody dies
you know?
i know, you know, we know
he knows, she knows, zhe knows
but they don't, they don't they don't
that the realest always die, so kill me while i'm live
forgive me for hibernating while that ice formed over my bones
that the realest always die, fuck a average life
d20s show every number shy of nine on them recovery rolls
credits
from Booster Shots,
released December 28, 2013
Lyrics written and performed by Khemmeta. Produced by Khemmeta and onesevenonenine.
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