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CHORUS:
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A hundred banging tracks with the SpaceLAB logo
The Hundred-Thousandaire Hobo
Made a hundred racks, can't finance a Volvo
The Hundred-Thousandaire Hobo
Got my deposit but the show is a no-go
The Hundred-Thousandaire Hobo
It's guns in the spot and I'm dolo
The Hundred-Thousandaire Hobo
VERSE 1:
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I've barely got 10 thousand fans, Lord
Made a hundred racks & gave half to the landlord
Live my best life on borrowed time
Almost 37, I get carded buying wine
But I'm breathing so I'm blessed, I
I need to settle down & get the heathen off my chest, I
Seen behind the curtain, aint like the conclusion
On Instagram you winning, real life you a loser
Accomplished more than you as a substance abuser, the
The tallest midget ever made a living off of music - confusion
I don't sell weed or drive an Uber
I mix hit records - scratch from producing
Ain't got insurance or a 401k
S&P 500 - The American Way &
It's a beautiful day to wake up & make a peso
My queso depends on nobody else's say-so
(REPEAT CHORUS)
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Credit score 650, tax debt 9 racks
Maxed out like a Mastercard banging on wax
I was terrified but I ain't run
Marathon man, might finish but I ain't done
I don't play Fortnite, cuz last time I checked
I don't get 3rd & 4th lifes
A couple more years till I hit Culture Cypher
Vultures on my tail tryna bite me like some vipers
And the USA is in the hands of a wacko
They won't sell me fonto it's un-taxed tobacco
I learned how to move in a pack full of jackals,
5 more years till they un-strap the shackles
It happens very often in the land of rape & honey
Didn't often get my credit but I always got my money
Made obscurity a profitable venture, so respect me cuz
Very few people ever met me, forget me
(REPEAT CHORUS)
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Rubberneckers
03:18
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("Alex Jones" intro)
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Cement Jordan 4's & some bum-ass sweat pants
Union plumber laying pipe in some wetlands
Haphazard campaigns & bare minimum planning
You ain't streaming platinum, you can barely handle spamming
Handsome Hillbilly in a Hot Boys t-shirt
You'd know my name if you did yo research
Discount flee shirts & financial fitness,
....Cop a ounce of sour dee, supporting small business
Drive bys in a Studebaker
Traded in my Popeye's for sweet potato rutabaga
Plant-based lifestyle, rampage buck wild
Fans rage dumb wild, airplanes much miles
Signed my first deal at 36
Joint venture good splits, I was already rich
Grueling pace, pray to Jesus
Did not attend college but I made a major thesis
HOOK:
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Every day the same thing, rang rang rang rang
But I don't answer the phone
For some drive-by motorists, pretending not to notice
Rubber-necking from the side of the road
Everybody clout-chasing click baiting, stay hating
I just focus on clocking my dough
They tell me they owe me, at the show they don't know me
But they all still watching my flow
("Alex Jones" interlude)
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This goes out to those with a love jones for the throne
No success-story class bro I did it on my own
So no bipartisan civilized banter, when ya
Glaring red rockets like the Star Spangled Banner, I
Never claim thug but I copped a couple hammers
Don't talk bout my cock but I rock with great stamina, I
Did this whole shit with no budget, no manager, this is
Deep State Rap act like I can't banish ya
...Ya rap dreams in a junkyard
So I don't sweat a SoundCloud diss from a Trumptard
Why you acting like a bitch?
Dead broke, smoking regs, tryna dress like you rich
I'm rich & dress broke
Stupid is, stupid does, 40+ doing coke
Now any other test tube babies got jokes? Butt-pluggers,
Get a job at Fuddruckers, yous a Rubbernecker
REPEAT CHORUS
("Alex Jones" interlude)
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$50 Haircut
03:49
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CHORUS:
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When the PayPal hits & I made my hits & I made my chips & I ate my grits & I blaze my piff
I go & get a $50 haircut
Razor finished, great precision, I'm the kind of jerk to do a song to let you know
I got a $50 haircut
Everywhere I go they asking who my plug, ooh I'm buzzed, mane I really
Wish I had your $50 haircut
30-plus, I'm dirty, hush - thank you vurrrry much I'm just a
Handsome Hillbilly with a $50 haircut
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Clapbacks on wax my passion, Snapbacks are not my fashion
With a mop like this you get top like this & gwap it's lots of action
Riptide no Joe Penny...plate of cheese, room temperature Henny
Polo on credit my preference is met, reckless so I call it leveraging debt
Phone bill I pay the past due, don't recall nobody asked you
....You could bet on yourself too but you don't have the cashews
If she thick & she listen to dub-step...I'm coming over with a Plan B One-Step
One step closer to piles of paper, when you cut my fade, please mind the taper
Factuals, axiom, everything to the Maximum
Backpack rap is really dumb, I get lifted - Helium,
....At Ruby Tuesday on a Tuesday catch a movie with a Floozie
She my roomie at the Double Tree Jacuzzi
Cuz I been getting nudes sent, since we got porn from Usenet
...These fools have not a clue how many dues the dude spent
Rent the gym, but I built my locker, greatest MC of all time, Silkk The Shocker
Built to prosper, get my pasta, expensive lobster, drive a Honda
(REPEAT CHORUS)
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Thug rants on wax my passion, snug pants are not my fashion
With a mop like this, you get top like this & gwap it's lots of action
Ripcord, jumping out an airplane, FM dial, jumping out the airwaves
Touchdown, baggage claim, nothing that I ever do is average mane, so don't
Believe everything that you read in the news, Who's this dude? Is he confused?
Boom Bap Trap with a Southern Accent....but he a crate digging, sample bastard
...With a ample prowess, ramble hours, trample cowards
Polo on credit don't look at the label, I think he threw up at the dining room table
Hot dam, chitty chitty chitty bang bang, Dick Van Dyke when I'm getting all my ends mane
Insane, tabernacle, hi-hats cut thru your Adam's Apple
Grab a Snapple, toast to the last days, long way since digging in the ash trays
Bout all my bars are truthful, & my haircut is crucial...
One guard, tapered, fade to skin, Pat Sajak I play to win
World 8, I play to the end, cover the tab & I'm dust in the wind
Plan B, wine & a pearl necklace, all part of this balanced breakfast
Wylin reckless, diamond records...I got a smile the size of Texas
(REPEAT CHORUS)
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CHORUS:
I'm back - facts are facts
Here to make noise, I'm a go-getter baby
I'm back - and that's that
Coming fresh out the fire, I'm a go-getter baby
I'm back - facts are facts
Here to make noise, I'm a go-getter baby
I'm back - and that's that
Coming fresh out the ashes, I'm a go-getter baby
VERSE 1 - Ollie OX
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What's up my corn shuckers?
I'm back like I never left
Dope on that bass line, crack on that treble clef
Ask your doctor if raw rap is right for you?
Here's a list of side effects for you to cycle through
I'm pillaging villages, killing millions of militants
Coming ill with the brilliance
And my name really is William
News flash Oliver OX is the pseudonym
Mad flavor stirring in that pot that I stewed them in
I'm a student of the beats, stay zooted in the streets
No brake fluid - fluent when I speak
I've been known to stunt around downtown like I own it
And blend in so they don't notice, yeah that's a bonus
Pocket full of tokens, I'ma maintain focus
And will run a bunch of game on these lame-brained locusts
All work & no play makes Jack dangerous
Swagger from the street & a vocab from Cambridge
(REPEAT CHORUS)
VERSE 2 - Jake Palumbo
Tape deck memories, Maxells & Memorex
Hypoglycemic, I tingle like Denorex
Cocaine pore cleansing salicylic acid
...Taliban terror level, gunman on the grasses
TD Bank where I increase my stability
Tall glass of beet juice, increase my virility
Never slow down with my damn animal antics
Walking contradiction, kale smoothies & Xanax
The whole damn planet unraveling panoramic
Cam feeds from NASA, Neil Tyson a panic
.....Send the check, send deposits, send nudes
Why I bother posting selfies, all my damn fans is dudes
Brigadier general, grown man tantrums
And I ain't never stood for no damn national anthem
....Palumbo not for people with a heart problem
War hardened, genuine article, bars chart topping
(REPEAT CHORUS)
VERSE 3 - C-Zar Van Gogh
And I be speeding with a foreign with a foreign that's a fat boy
Road head while I'm driving, get the Altoids
How it's yours when I grabbed her off the backboard
How you missing? She a free-throw & you Sheck Ward
Taking trips, Reggie Miller on the wing man
Same cut, different cloth, you a swing man
I remember I was praying they would hire me
I know, I know, I know, I know my mama gonna be proud of me
I came from coke & Sour D
Young nigga Mobbing deep
Wreaking havoc since a prodigy
Rest in Peace Prodigy, Rest In Peace Sean Price
Spent long nights at The Carter - I need Sean's price
Million Dollar Baby cooking dinner in my boxers
Rock star lifestyle, patron of the Opera
When I'm in your town, young boy what's the breakdown?
CZ stand for Ced Cafe - it's a shakedown
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War Games
03:17
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No press release, no street date, no game plan but I'm cooking
My crews the same, cain't lose my twang no matter how many years in Brooklyn
Hillbilly Hoodlum, straight from the woodlands, tryna get involved in some scandals
Paid my dues so I can't accept no slander from a man that's wearing sandals
Hit the Mandalay, Art Vandelay, when slay the competition, hey
My crates are stocked with every break but I can play the composition
I bake the cake I pay the check, I wake & bake I pay the rent
My lanes in place shit laid to rest...gimme $50k I'll fake the rest, & I'm gone
...Like Letterman slipped you ketamine
A spoon fulla sugar compliment the medicine, a
Veteran of bar spitting, Carhartts, no hard denim
Heath Ledger, I'm a character actor with an addiction
Harsh living brought wisdom non-fiction, past participle
Partisan & partial to the chickens with the hardest nipple
Pulling in they purses to purchase a mobile home, I'm
Lurking with street urchins you searching for Roger Stone
I'm gone
CHORUS:
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This that War Games, potent like that morphine
Hope you making change, living more pain for your dream
Oh brother, I'm man of constant sorrow, &
Everybody died today, had plans tomorrow
This that War Games, potent like that morphine
Hope you making change, living more pain for your dream
Oh brother, I'm man of constant sorrow, &
Everybody died today, had plans tomorrow
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One man band, one man gang, one man army, the got dam mane, my brain
Flew over the cuckoo's nest & nothings been the same
Ischemic attack of my transients, off-white is the ambience, I'm
Trying not to sleep forever like eleven Ambiens
I take the cake till I'm laid to rest, an eighth a day for my pain & stress
I laid to waste the baseless claims that my place has not been set
My uncle taught me how to walk a razor doing drugs
Said all you gotta do is find an outlet, you the plug
I got a letter from the government the other day
I opened it, it said they want they bread in 30 days, threatening
Levies & seizures, breathing heavy in seizures, my
Name is Agent Johnson you can call me at your leisure, the
Funny thing is this the 2nd time it's happened
Autobiographical, factual, never rappin
...And you can burn in hell with Cas Walker
Damn stalkers sending registered mail, up to my office, GO ON
(REPEAT CHORUS)
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More Coming
03:51
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I got a couple knots, but I know they gotta last me
I'll find a way to get it, don't you ever put it past me
I need to pay some bills, maybe treat myself to something
I'm afraid to spend the money mane I hope it's more coming
When I'm up against a wall with a negative balance
Put my money where my mouth is & step to the challenge
More sweating, more hustling, more running
Ain't afraid to spend the money cuz I know it's more coming
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Sometimes I feel like I can never stop for one second
Gotta balance out the checkbook & mix 11 records
And the work was due Tuesday, I done passed my due date
I feel my momentum slowing down like a Screw Tape
Internal Revenue Service acting like it's Doomsday
And $2Gs in dental bills started as a toothache
I'm doing pretty good but I'm afraid to get complacent
Got this mattress 9 years ago it been need replacing
I only own maybe 10 pairs of sneakers, my
Microwave is ancient, lab needs some new speakers
But every month my mama getting closer to the grave
So I gotta save my knots when they predicting rainy days
I try to tell myself we been in business for a decade
...But it don't feel real until your debts paid
Every year I wonder just how long it's gonna last
But that's the devil talking, all my 'ccouts is full of cash
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Sometimes I feel like I can handle anything they hit me with
Survivalist, I'm thriving under pressure like a viperfish
But soon as people realize my days are getting sunny
....Everybody need to borrow money
To whom much is given, much is expected
Tryna do right while there's still some time to correct it
And gold will always parteth from the man who gives it worry
...If it's a real investment you should spend it in a flurry
You can't save your way to wealth, unless your money get to work &
Mogwai multiply, you can't buy back your health
You only got the memories & legacy you leaving with the
People you meeting, who really listen when you speaking, know
Exactly what I'm doing but my stomach's in a knot
You not getting any younger Padawan, shoot your shot
And empty out ya wallet in the name of really living
Put cha money on the street like Dame said from the beginning, see I got a couple knots...
(REPEAT CHORUS)
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VERSE 1 - Jake Palumbo
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....Blessings out the hymnal
A book smart nerd that learned lessons from the crim-nals
Stage, lights, Queensryche, silent lucidity
But these days I'm in the mood for violent stupidity
I strive for liquidity, these tyrant hoodlums
Time to burn Pennsylvania Ave, I don't mean Brooklyn, Hillbilly
Crooklyn Dodger in a Karl Kani throwback
Flawed human being Sam Cooke, Bobby Womack
I got home addresses on all my girl's exes
Still got a working password to Lexus Nexis
Lex is the henchmen, Palumbo's the pastor
Sting in 96 sliding down from the rafters
Wholesale supplier like I'm Costco's nemesis
Rain on your town like I'm Bombogenesis
Direct to Exec, call me G. Gordon Litty...the
Hood Politician make a living in the city
(SCRATCH HOOK)
VERSE 2 - Lex The Hex Master
I could tell they wasn't ready for something dropping so heavy
It's necessary I bury any cat claiming they adversaries
It's not imaginary, busting through your capillaries
Snow suit must be bulletproof before you catch this flurry
I spits fire, Bruce Leroy HI-YAAA!!!
Only fuck bitches with whips & spare tires
I give you two pieces with this biscuit, deep fryer
Street Fighter, muy thai ya face, nigga - TIGER!!
I'ma be the rapper that other rappers is after
For talking shit, it's embarrassing
Tryna make a comparison
Arrogant, cause half of these cats is below average
And acting like they be smashing shit
Lex turn 'em pacifist
They so afraid of my style & my painted face
They won't give me the time of day till I started wilin' with Jake
No walls so I'm jumping out the gate again
Fuck Trump, fuck great
Make America Hate Again
(REPEAT SCRATCH HOOK)
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VERSE 1 - Jake Palumbo
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Used to sniff lines, I don't line dance
Color outside the lines till my time pass
Bypass the bullshit that come with conversating
Withcha hating ass, filtered out my life like a high pass
....Hardcastle & McCormick
Lay up in my castle, sip a handle of McCormick
Like an Alcoholic Airwolf, Jan Michael Vincent
Had a mini-stroke in March, sometimes I fumble wit my sentence
Snapped backwards by the back of your snap back
Only Snaps you get from Team Snapchat
Ask that boy Jake Palumbo how he mastered this math class
Cashed out some Carvel cakes with my ASCAP
Lotta hard living, never did no bids
Nutted in a lotta women I ain't got no kids
Ring around the collar or the reel around the fountain
Got a problem with Palumbo you can send it to accounting
HOOK:
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Get yourself caught up, boy
Ring around the collar
We do this for the love but we still take the dollar
The energy you give is the karma that follow
You work with good intentions?
Then holla!!
VERSE 2 - Sadat X
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My sentence structure flucture
All the time, caught all of this grime, boy
Ring around the collar
I sing a song about a dollar & show you actual proof
I'm a monster in the booth
The Black Lord
Choke you with your mic cord, frozen
The chosen, raw - fuck the law!
The cowboy rides alone
Feel the stone, & you gonna bury your own
I'm from a scarier zone
I'm not with mortals
Go through chambers, portals
Just to be reached
You forgot I teach?
The Creature Feature
The great Dot X
And Jake he got next
He down with this team
You better be down with our scheme
Or you gonna fall where you stand
I'm God & I don't fear no man...
(REPEAT CHORUS)
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