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the times - chore boy lyrics

[verse 1]
pigs skimming off the pack, they eatin perc rinds
government happy to hurt minds and stir crimes
ain’t n0body clean in the dirt, shine is relative
elevated intelligence cannot break out the cell you in
tell yourself that you got a purpose, i’ll betcha do
let’s sequester you, to best address what’s effed with you
shrink you in-to a shrink chair with a pencil move
prehensile devil’s tail grippin your t-st-cl-s
guest occultist at a conference of zealots
court of public opinion told me rock the appellate
so when i’m pushin a limit it does not feel rebellious
wanna topple the fellas at the top make em jealous
gelatin-skinned has-been and lazy -sses
weighing more than they -ssets, keep the gr-ss clipped
to broadcast a status to me it’s tragic
complacent partic-p-tion in sad pageants
clean your act up, get the mastic
keep the gas lit
burn through your bunker like fats with rations
hope you have a fast reaction
times stay heated
i’d stay seated, you cannot hack the p-ssion
scr-ps they feed us is insufficient
but you won’t find better sittin in a comfy position
the circ-mfrience of your dish isn’t sh-t b-tch
if my fist can fit fish i’m actually gittin
all that glitters also glistens
shiny object no one listens
story of my existence
everyone lookin but they don’t hear me doe
seem to fear me doe, cut of my jib is mercurial
all my materials immaterial
only keep the ink, the application spiritual
held together wit spirit glue – no elmer’s
i know what the base meant, and no sellers
bank full but no tellers
ain’t through today so it stay on my mind
keep my head down low, day by day i survive
i could hate the way the president behaving online
or i could sigh, wish he’d f-ckin die, n chalk to the times

[chorus]
the times

[verse 2]
packing bowls on autopilot
on a roll and on a diet
honor roll in school and now i’m ace’n all the other life sh-t
only got a gun to price sh-t
only keep it fun and nice with homies who day one n righteous
phonies getting grundle knifin’s
don’t make me confront a crisis – i get extreme
i been a beast
three sixin’ outta the sea
seven heads ten h-rns how i probably be
too much knowledge now n i don’t know which noggin to feed
still my life is goin downhill like a nagano ski
on a slalom not a problem i been throttlin speed
bustin nominal staccato flows to pop in the streets
i been knockin on the opposite of opulency
been approximately popular but top on a beat
a1 since day 1 when i plopped on the scene
but somehow i been gettin blocked on your feed
these algorithms like al gore rhythms hip-hop enemies
tipper tailor soldier spy, they control or pry, i say no abide
i won’t fold or hide, i’m controlling my, motherfolkin life
imma post it twice, twice over my life over if
i don’t blow overnight so overexpose my sight
a rollercoaster inside, the up downs, a hush sound
as i hustle these soundcloud puffs round like puff p-ss
feel cracked out, it’s just gas
i must act, today is a bust if i don’t bust -ss
they’d make me a bust cast in marble or stone
once they’ve gargled my b-lls, let me shart on the throne
take the h outta ‘hope’ how i’d pardon my bro’s
and treat an occupied office as a part of my home
throw my feet up, tweet up, and start me a show
stackin cards against humanity to talk when i host
like johnny carson with a heart made of stone
and pick apart what you know
til all you see in us is darkness and cold
you know – “you’re fired” and so
brimstone, fire and coal
catch phrases prime for a vote
these the f-ckin times that i know

[chorus]
the motherf-ckin times

- chore boy lyrics

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