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stop talking - the myth of ken lyrics

[chorus]
i do not talk, i do not talk, i do not talk to you
i do not talk, i do not talk, i do not talk to you
i do not talk, i do not talk, i do not talk to you
get yo f-ckin’ face up out my sp-ce i’m tryna think it through

[verse 1]
gameboy broken on the floor; i don’t wanna talk no more
music here is sh-t its just mainstream pop mixed with macklemore
feet are tired (think it through) no desire (pink and bruised)
mouth is stapled shut before i scream and throw my voice askew
i don’t wanna talk to anybody in the crowd or anybody in my area that doesn’t know real sh-t
i don’t wanna talk about the petty sh-t that you can’t work through without a posse here to help you deal with
i do not flaunt; i do not talk big game; i am insane
open your mouth with some dumb sh-t i swear i will staple it shut ‘fore you utter my name
voices inside of me handle the socials
only release it to practice the vocals
few people know me outside of locals so you think i’ll open up you can get postal
trick this talk as i dip this walk into penny riddles i ain’t gotta whip this flock
i was taught if everybody entering vicinity was searching for your fits to gawk
then you’re center of attention in a discus drop
and they’d settle on your name if you didn’t scream it out
so i dipped; they were all off script this count
and the sounds were abyss in a miscl!cked mount
only way home is the misfits route
ball it up or red-and-blue will clip your sprout
wanna get back to the games and the comfy
dude walks up and he asks “wanna come see?”

[verse 2]
nerves are at precipice i am realist
ain’t got the time to dissuade an idealist
roommate is calming me down he know i got the ’tism
but he can not handle what he can not hear
screamin’ inside of my brain
i might be exerting the edges of pain
everyone holdin’ their ears or their phone
see my torture on instagram later at home
way past the point where i care ’bout perception
i wear a mask into every reception
not to be sneaky or cover my shame
but to keep you from puttin’ respec’ on my name
only rapper that would rather be mute
so i’d never have to st-st-st-st-stutter on the tune
tried it once when i smothered in the fumes
then god reached down and wh-wh-wh-wh-whoom

[verse 3]
rap is just an article fittin’ into my atmosphere
drop it and you still understand me and why i’m atlas feared
i can slow it down when i get crazy on the sound
but if you keep smackin’ them lips i won’t be able to shut down
i’m on the edge of my game
might even be on the edges of fame
they say i need to pr-nounce where i stand
but i lock the lips with the back of my hand
you ponder questions that pressure the dam
and yonder arises a thought bubble planned
clouded is all that you seem to be able
i gotta play role of cain to be stable

- the myth of ken lyrics

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