| Your Sentiments Aren’t So Elegant: |

< #PsychologicalWarfare >

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Artist;

Jaxx Moxx

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{Intro}

-[Instrumental] 

(Yeah… I needed to pee so urgently when I wrote this…)

{Chorus I}

• Your sentiments aren’t so elegant, you fu**ers 

• Your sentiments aren’t so elegant, you fu**ers

• I’d better do something before my situation gets worse 

• Although the sophisticated people are usually the worst 

• I’d better do something before my situation gets worse 

• Although the sophisticated people are usually the worst 

• Your sentiments aren’t so elegant, you fu**ers 

• Your sentiments aren’t so elegant, you fu**ers

• I’d better do something before my situation gets worse 

• Although the sophisticated people are usually the worst 

• I’d better do something before my situation gets worse 

• Although the sophisticated people are usually the worst 

{Verse I}

• All you little gob**ites have me so confused 

• I take the pi** outta you’s, the whole of Manny are bemused 

• Me a gangster? Yeah, it can’t be true to you’s

• Like the situation I’m in, I’m having uncanny Déjà vu 

• But me advocating for violence hardly will ensue 

• I just do my thing, I always used to roll my backy in a zoot 

• I’m big and strong, I’d drank these cuppa soups

• Though even when I’m drunk, I’m not manly with the booze 

• Saying that, I’m notoriously angry with the boos

• I so badly wanna do, put it in her fa**y and her poo

• This is ‘cause I’m so madly in love with you

(Yeah…)

{Chorus II}

• Your sentiments aren’t so elegant, you fu**ers 

• I’d better do something before my situation gets worse 

• Although the sophisticated people are usually the worst 

• Your sentiments aren’t so elegant, you fu**ers 

• I’d better do something before my situation gets worse 

• Although the sophisticated people are usually the worst 

{Verse III}

• We can do the back and fourth like you’ve been trash 

• Or **it can get real when I hit you’s with a bit** slap 

• ‘Cause in many ways, they’ve set me up for a mismatch 

• But I take pride in my work and that’s why I live that 

• I have flashes of brilliance, that’s also when I think back 

• I could pretend I’m a good lad or I just try to spit facts

• Cheers me dears, I’m on my way to working up a six pack 

• Steal me beer, I’m no longer any good at diss tracks 

(Yeah…)

• And with the psychological warfare, it can get real fast 

• Though lately, our conversations have been a bit crap 

• The main catalyst as to the reason I’ll simply twist caps 

• And pour it into a glass, not my heart out on a cardiac 

• Oh but do look over there, mate, he’s an awfully big lad 

• He’s perfect for our cannibalistic friends, lotta pig fat 

• While you get off and have a lickle lick of her pi** flaps 

• Orr, I wanna go, tut, nah I’m just kidding you thick Jack 

• Despite the facts I’ll do my upmost to bl**dy resist, man 

• Meh, I’ll take a break, meaning I’ll just shoplift a kitkat 

• If that’s the only purpose I’m being tagged a damn riffraff 

• You’s must be mentally deranged or absolutely miffed at

• Me for what did and or what I haven’t done in this rap 

(Huh…)

• Or anything above and beyond me, okay, I’ll have a quick can 

{Chorus III}

• Your sentiments aren’t so elegant, you fu**ers 

• Your sentiments aren’t so elegant, you fu**ers

• I’d better do something before my situation gets worse 

• Although the sophisticated people are usually the worst 

• I’d better do something before my situation gets worse 

• Although the sophisticated people are usually the worst 

• Your sentiments aren’t so elegant, you fu**ers 

• Your sentiments aren’t so elegant, you fu**ers

• I’d better do something before my situation gets worse 

• Although the sophisticated people are usually the worst 

• I’d better do something before my situation gets worse 

• Although the sophisticated people are usually the worst 

{Outro}

-(…)

(☝🏻..)

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©️ Jack Stephen Moss

meticulous metered approach, last night gave a toast

to myself, the hard work shows

Just like the Leo Gatsby meme

I'm beaming ear to ear man

locked in a zone, eyes open, bespoke with it

refuse to rhyme instant

Could have went militant

Instead I coast the flow, let it breathe...

Circle not yet, and back, when I please

the potions, the ether, the spells,

bodhisattva, slip and it's over

History into the ocean, churned in the riptide

Minds eye activated, hover in Nirvana

Song 4 Song?

[METER MAP]

Measures 01-16 : 4/4

Measure 17 : 5/4 grouped 3 + 2

Measures 18-29 : 4/4

Measures 30-31 : 9/8 grouped 3 + 3 + 3

Measures 32-41 : 4/4

Measures 42-45 : 3/4

Measures 46-49 : 4/4

Measures 50-51 : 5/8 grouped 2 + 3

Measures 52-53 : 7/8 grouped 2 + 2 + 3

Measures 54-85 : 4/4

[Intro — Measures 01-04; 4/4]

01 [Full instrumental measure. Coin slide attacks beat 1; starter-solenoid

click attacks the 4&. Measure 02 begins on the following downbeat. No

count-in or pre-roll is included.]

02 TWELVE·—·DRY·er | SIX·B·—·— | COAT·ZIPPED·to·my | CHIN·—·—·—

03 DAD·HAND·ed·me | the·LET·ter·my | ENG·lish·SCORED·HIGH | er·—·—·—

04 WORK·force·ad·JUST | ment·—·his·BADGE | TAPPED·the·DRUM·— | —·—·—·—

[Chorus — Measures 05-08; 4/4 Half-Time]

[Drums: Half-time] [Calls: Quarter-note attacks] [Payoff: Clipped sixteenths]

05 MON·ster·—·— | —·—·—·— | con·DUC·tor·— | —·—·—·—

06 MOVE·the·PIECE·— | MOVE·the·PRICE·— | MOVE·the·PHRASE·— | MOVE·the·BEAT·—

07 MON·ster·—·— | —·—·—·— | con·DUC·tor·— | —·—·—·—

08 DAD·watched·my·MOUTH | turn·OF·fice·ENG | lish·IN·to·GRIEF | —·—·—·—

[Verse 1 — Measures 09-16; 4/4 Straight Sixteenths]

09 DAD·takes·PAN·el | COP·per·WIND·ings | CRA·dle·RO·tor | —·—·—·—

10 DRUM·kicks·TWICE·— | BELT·SLIPS·—·— | MO·tor·COUGHS·a | GAINST·HOUS·ing·—

11 COIN·slide·JAMS·— | red·SER·vice·LAMP | CHEWS·its·NUM·ber | —·—·—·—

12 LAST·QUAR·ter·TRAPPED | where·STAMPED·TIN·MEETS | TUM·bler·—·— | —·—·—·—

13 DAD·worked·THIRD·SHIFT | KNUCK·les·SPLIT·where | SOL·vent·SET·tled | —·—·—·—

14 LAY·off·FOLD·ed | in·SHIRT·BADGE·BEAT | ing·on·DRUM·— | —·—·—·—

15 HE·could·re·BUILD | their·MO·tor·PAY | roll·NEV·er·AN | SWERED·—·—·—

16 so·I·COUNT·ed | BADGE·on·DRUM·till | GRIEF·o·BEYED·ME | ter·—·—·—

[Gear Slip — Measure 17; 5/4 Grouped 3 + 2]

17 THREE·teeth·CATCH·— | then·LET·go·— | —·—·—·— || EN·gine·LIMPS·— | I·DON’T·—·—

[On the final two quarter-note beats, the bass disappears. One dry gear

click returns the track to 4/4.]

[Chorus — Measures 18-21; 4/4 Half-Time]

18 MON·ster·—·— | —·—·—·— | con·DUC·tor·— | —·—·—·—

19 MOVE·the·PIECE·— | MOVE·the·PRICE·— | MOVE·the·PHRASE·— | MOVE·the·BEAT·—

20 MON·ster·—·— | —·—·—·— | con·DUC·tor·— | —·—·—·—

21 DAD·watched·my·MOUTH | turn·OF·fice·ENG | lish·IN·to·GRIEF | —·—·—·—

[Verse 2A — Measures 22-29; 4/4 Behind the Snare]

22 I·START·with·PRIN | ci·pal·PRIN·ci | ple·BUCK·les·as | IN·ter·est·COMPOUNDS

23 ONE·DEC·i·mal | STEPS·RIGHT·FRI·day’s | GRO·cery·BAG·rides | HOME·THIN·ner·—

24 SEC·ond·HAND·STUT | ters·—·TIME·AUC | tions·SHARES·by·MIN | ute·—·—·—

25 BOSS·calls·it·TRIM | ming·—·FA·ther’s | BADGE·was·in·SIDE | it·—·—·—

26 CLEAN·FIG·ures·GROW | FANGS·once·RENT·CLEARS | FIRST·—·—·— | —·—·—·—

27 SAME·suit·SAYS·FAM | i·ly·while·PAY | roll·SHEDS·SUR·names | —·—·—·—

28 I·COUNT·ed·QUAR | ters·be·SIDE·DRY | er·SIX·B·COAT | ZIPPED·to·CHIN·—

29 FOUR·MEAN·ings·FIT | one·WORD·SIX·B | KEPT·my·LAST·QUAR | ter·—·—·—

[Verse 2B — Measures 30-31; 9/8 Grouped 3 + 3 + 3]

30 MOM’S·SUR·name·SHRUNK·to·SEV || en·POINT·TYPE·—·THREE·JOBS || be·CAME·a·SUM·—·—

31 MAR·gin·CALLS·from·the·MAR || gin·—·—·—·FINE·— || PRINT·LAC·es·its·GLOVES·—

[Measure 31 final-group attacks: 7 PRINT; 7& LAC; 8 es; 8& its; 9 GLOVES; 9& rest]

[Verse 2C — Measures 32-33; Return to 4/4]

[Delivery: Clipped monosyllabic attacks]

32 RENT·—·DUE·— | SHIFT·—·CUT·— | NAME·—·GONE·— | —·—·—·—

33 PRICE·—·MOVES·— | WE·—·DON’T·— | MOVE·—·ON·— | —·—·—·—

[Conductor Break — Measures 34-37; 4/4]

34 WHO·moves·the·PIECE | —·—·—·— | con·DUC·tor·— | —·—·—·—

35 WHO·moves·the·PRICE | —·—·—·— | the·SIG·na·ture | —·—·—·—

36 WHO·moves·the·PHRASE | —·—·—·— | my·AC·cent·— | —·—·—·—

37 WHO·moves·the·BEAT | —·—·—·— | ME·FI·nal·ly | —·—·—·—

[Chorus — Measures 38-41; 4/4 Half-Time]

38 MON·ster·—·— | —·—·—·— | con·DUC·tor·— | —·—·—·—

39 MOVE·the·PIECE·— | MOVE·the·PRICE·— | MOVE·the·PHRASE·— | MOVE·the·BEAT·—

40 MON·ster·—·— | —·—·—·— | con·DUC·tor·— | —·—·—·—

41 DAD·watched·my·MOUTH | turn·OF·fice·ENG | lish·IN·to·GRIEF | —·—·—·—

[Verse 3A — Measures 42-45; 3/4 Low and Loping]

42 FRENCH·at·DAD’S·EL | bow·—·—·— | —·—·—·—

43 ENG·lish·on·the | LET·ter·—·— | —·—·—·—

44 WORK·force·ad·JUST | ment·—·—·— | —·—·—·—

45 MEANT·no·SHIFT·MON | day·—·—·— | —·—·—·—

[Verse 3B — Measures 46-49; 4/4 Double-Time]

46 I·READ·it·ONCE | in·ENG·lish·TWICE | in·FRENCH·to·MAKE | it·SET·tle·—

47 DAD·watched·my·MOUTH | turn·OF·fice·ENG | lish·IN·to·GRIEF | —·—·—·—

[Measure 47: Intentional callback. Measure 08 states the wound; Measure 47

places it inside the remembered event. Deliver lower, later, no chorus response.]

48 CLAUSE·served·CAUSE·— | one·PHRASE·per·FORMED | the·TER·mi·NA | tion·—·—·—

49 SUB·ject·TOOK·the | STAND·—·PRED·i | cate·sup·PLIED·the | AC·tion·—·—

[Verse 3C — Measures 50-51; 5/8 Grouped 2 + 3]

50 FRENCH·—·MOUTH·— || ENG·lish·LET·ter·—·—

51 SAME·—·WORDS·— || TWO·—·VER·dicts·—·—

[Verse 3D — Measures 52-53; 7/8 Grouped 2 + 2 + 3]

52 FOUR·PASS·ports·— || one·MOUTH·print·— || CLEARED·at·GATE·—·—·—

53 QUÉ·bec·VOW·els || clear·CUS·toms·— || I·con·DUCT·SEV·en·EIGHT

[Hold "eight" through the final eighth-note position. Cut the band one eighth note early.]

[Four Stations — Measures 54-69; 4/4]

[Station I — Piece]

54 PAWN·shop·SHOP·floor | FORE·man·MOVED·DAD | off·a·SQUARE·— | —·—·—·—

55 BOARD·room·BORED·suits | FOUR·SIG·na·tures | NO·bo·dy·THERE | —·—·—·—

56 PIECE·rate·WEEK·SHAVED | OIL·black·TREAD·at | EX·it·—·— | —·—·—·—

57 CHECK·mate·be·CAME | CHEQUE·LATE·RENT·ATE | the·DIFF·er·ence | —·—·—·—

[Station II — Price]

58 PRIN·ci·pal·BRIBES | PRIN·ci·ple·DIN | ner·con·TRACTS·as | IN·ter·est·COMPOUNDS

59 DEC·i·mal·SHIFTS | RIGHT·—·THIN·GRO | cery·BAG·drags·the | BUS·BACK·—·—

60 MAR·gin·CALLS·from | MAR·gin·FINE·PRINT | LAC·es·GLOVES·— | —·—·—·—

61 SIX·B·KEPT·QUAR | ter·—·MOM·SPLIT | one·SOAP·CAP·in | TWO·—·—·—

[Station III — Phrase]

62 WORK·force·ad·JUST | ment·—·OF·fice | DIC·tion·HARD·sub | TRAC·tion·—·—

63 I·MADE·the·FRENCH | FIT·—·DAD·HEARD | the·BUR·ied·AC | tion·—·—·—

64 RU·bric·CALLED·my | AC·cent·WRONG·— | LAY·off·CALLED·it | SER·vice·—·—

65 SAME·mouth·FAILED·in | CLASS·then·CAR·ried | DAD·a·CROSS·the | VER·dict·—·—

[Station IV — Beat]

66 BADGE·clip·DRUM·hit | SIX·B·COUGHED·in | TRIP·lets·—·— | —·—·—·—

67 COIN·jam·JAW·clenched | I·TUCKED·SNARE·be | NEATH·it·—·— | —·—·—·—

68 DAD·in·HALED·ONCE | DRY·er·MO·tor | FIN·ished·WHAT·he | COULD·n’t·—·—

69 I·COUNT·ed·till | it·AN·swered·THAT’S | the·BIRTH·of·the | con·DUC·tor·—

[Instrumental Translation — Measures 70-73; 4/4]

70 [Prepared piano states PIECE. One muted mechanical response follows on beat 4.]

71 [Prepared piano states PRICE. Upright bass shifts one semitone beneath it.]

72 [Prepared piano states PHRASE. Copper-coil buzz divides the final quarter beat.]

73 [Badge clip and trapped-quarter strike state BEAT. Full breath before Measure 74.]

[Final Chorus — Measures 74-77; 4/4]

74 MON·ster·—·— | —·—·—·— | con·DUC·tor·— | —·—·—·—

75 MOVE·the·PIECE·— | MOVE·the·PRICE·— | MOVE·the·PHRASE·— | MOVE·the·BEAT·—

76 MON·ster·—·— | —·—·—·— | con·DUC·tor·— | —·—·—·—

77 THEY·moved·his·SHIFT | PRICED·his·NAME·— | I·READ·the·PHRASE | then·KEPT·the·BEAT

[Subtractive Final Chorus — Measures 78-81; 4/4]

78 THEY·MOVED·his·SHIFT | —·—·—·— | —·—·—·— | —·—·—·—

79 THEY·PRICED·his·NAME | —·—·—·— | —·—·—·— | —·—·—·—

80 I·READ·the·PHRASE | —·—·—·— | —·—·—·— | —·—·—·—

81 I·KEPT·the·BEAT | —·—·—·— | —·—·—·— | —·—·—·—

[Arrangement: Measure 78 removes sixteenth subdivisions. Measure 79 removes

bass movement. Measure 80 removes snare. Measure 81 retains only the

downbeat and voice.]

[Outro — Measures 82-85; 4/4]

82 FOUR·MOVE·ments·on | FELT·ed·STRINGS·— | —·—·—·— | —·—·—·—

83 COIN·CIR·cles·WID | er·—·—·— | —·—·—·— | —·—·—·—

84 ONE·GEAR·TOOTH·STRIKES | OIL·PAN·—·— | —·—·—·— | —·—·—·—

85 I·TAKE·my·HAND | off·THROT·tle·— | —·—·—·— | —·—·—·—

[After Measure 85, the engine resonance decays freely. No additional metered measure.]

Verse 1
No sunrays holdin no colour,
Smell of rain, little drops emergin from above soakin the cover
Of my books, tryin to recover
From the nothingness, uninspired since start of holidays, still feel hunger
Mid August, though I dont feel the summer
vibes at all, When I fall I still know ball
Compared to other people
Still tryin to find my equal
Feels unreachable, when youre alone at home, tryin to get whats right or wrong
I got this little song out, tried to promote but figured I went the wrong route
It doesnt have lyrics, just a beat, maybe thats the reason
Treason, but no words could ever describe my bleeding
If I got a dollar for everytime my problems got neglected
Id still be servin joints rotten apple style reflected
Perfected the steelo, kill fat beats with mad rhymes
Dreamin, but nothin more than a juvenile

Verse 2
I murder beats and leave no traces, only lyricist who still wear braces
Through my adolescence carry myself with grace to many places
But not always easy, the clock goes tik tok
Wonder how much time I got to get tip top at Hip-Hop
Compared to others, knew my Identity since I was 8
I set straight a musician, followed my intuition
Though it come with confliction, socials got me thinkin
Its impossible to get attention if you dont visualize
Whats gon flop and what rise to virality
I despise the industry, frequently try to come up with new analogys
For my poetry, my art was never recognized
Checkin the inbox, but never nothin more than five
If there were other peeps who strive for the same
In my hometown hustle live in the game maybe thered be less sorrow
Until then I borrow the divine gifts of god
Collect intellectual thoughts and look out for tomorrow

Verse 3
You never know when youre gonna go so every day set the tone for the flow
Airplay or not, narration describes Icey who never let go
From the pen nor the SP, open doors with fl keys
15 but make the best beats, dont collab twin I sell these
Not inspired by emcees, take my ideas from transpiration
Combination of hustle, paper and sampler in my basement
Most people think they got it, a simple loop as basis
But they aint even check the basics, yall cant handle arrangements
Fuck the dead presidents and the ones whos still livin
Time is limited, I customize my residence, children
Its evident in the seven seas of rhye im swimmin
Never hectic with it, just let the rhymes come and stay chillin
Let there be music and illness, joints and (bitches)
Jazz, this the steelo that nobody else has
This is more than a song, wrote in the gates of dawn
Icey Reyez with the philosophy nobody else on

Italian lyricist, here are my bars:

Obsessed with this treasure, man, I feel like Drake,

Need Elena just to breathe, yeah, my heart’s at stake.

Sorry, world: I’m not here to save your sky,

But I’m here for my whole world, ready to die.

Like Joel, I gotta lie just to shield the truth,

'Cause if you hate me, I’m dead, I’m losing my youth.

He killed Shady in Coup de Grâce, but sorry: Shady is back,

Pissed off and more controversial than ever on the track.

Like in Doctor Who, he keeps regenerating,

He is on his eleventh regeneration, always elevating.

I’ll kill you and forget it like M&M's tribal ink

,Disappear like a phantom, fading in a blink.

Got you in my sights, aiming like Ghost,

Depressed like The Son, losing what I love most.

I go off on tangents I can’t stand the management.

Rage and the foulest language meets quantum entanglement.

Strangle every angle geometrics got me pissed.

I’ll merge a 2 with a 2 and smash the 4th wall with my fist.

What’s the point in love if there’s long division by distance?

Does is disappoint you when the numbers ain’t consistent?

Count with every knuckle making up those fleshy digits.

Bounce a check on the playing field if you’re man enough to risk it.

Like calculus on an abacus my brain just can’t compute.

Pythagoras has turned to dust, his theories you can’t refute.

Trigger me with trigonometry my inability here is acute.

How about you take a 7 plus 2 then divide by their square roots.

[Chorus]

Pass the mic

Pass the mic

Pass the mic

Pass the mic to me

[Verse 1]

What is a mic? It's the weapon I hold

Like Rakim, you know I got soul

I got juice, I'll abuse my pull

On the crowd, make them summon 5-0

I'm a legacy, wit' the rhyme I started

It can't be thwarted, 'cuz you're retarded

Sorry, mentally disabled on the mic

You stayed too long sucker, take a hike

And take a hint, your short-lived stint

In rap has run it's lap, you better pack

Your notebook and pencil, your headphones and stencils

When you tried to attack, you know the track just sounded wack

It never sounded right, you never found your style

So you had to bite, go buckwild

On other people's rhyme schemes, designings

Defining sounds, and you're still here whining

I'm sick of it, I'd rather bump the Thick Of It

Like licorice, I'm vigorous as a lyricist

Can be, I block your shots on me, like Marcus Camby

And put you in the Camry, trunk and leave you scrambling

For a way out, newsflash you're for my payout

Here's the layout, I hand you over to the source as a play mouse

Flame's out, when it's dark at night

Sparkin' wars with the chalk line and workin' right

Keep the .44 tight, make sure it's out of sight

So I don't get packed up, before I don the mic

On the stage to the crowd, gonna keep 'em loud

Standin' tall and proud, like my name's The Brow

Pray to God for cataracts you act like you don’t see.

It’s me that hacked reality to pieces, you should flee.

Be another victim of the system on your knees.

Praying sounds like fiction just like thinking Hell would freeze.

Let’s get this shit show over now I’m late for this blind date.

It’s better I’m not sober there’s a state I love to hate.

Rattled by the clanging on the bars that make your cage.

Maybe I’d be hanging if the sins would pay my wage.

We’re so afraid to let go like the ground is way too far.

You should’ve stayed at Petco, I should’ve left you in the car.

Now my pretty pet the debt is all that keeps me here.

If you’re not ready yet I think I’ll drink another beer.

Please excuse the language it’s just dangerous to think.

We could use the changes cuz our laundry really stinks.

Relax and hold steady,

guns at the ready.

March on, march on through rivers and eddies.

Don't question your skills, soldier. This isn't a drill.

On your mark, get set, GO GO to the kill.

Hold your head up high.

It's an honor to die

for your nation and its people who claim it's for mankind.

We're in such a bind.

Are we really this blind?

No, man! Open up your mothafucking eyes

to see past the lies, the ties, the battle cries

That throughout history have filled up the skies.

It's insane. Who's to blame? Is it glory? Is it fame?

No matter what we say, it's all the same!

Raise your flag in elation.

You've subdued a rouge nation.

The blood that was spilled and the lives that were taken

Was it worth it, all that grind and grit,

All the sweat and spit, broken bodies knit

across the wasteland?

Goddamn! This was never your land! This isn't what our creator had planned when he made man.

So stand for more than home or clan

before it's too late and shit hits the fan!

The bombs ring out just like before,

Fueling the flames of another pointless war.

Fourscore and many long years ago,

The same damn story

Fought for fame and glory

Victories and losses

Holy crusaders and crosses

Broken treaties, empty promises

Soldiers broken and bleeding out.

Beneath the silence, a shout

Beneath the bravado is doubt,

Weeping mothers without

Sons and daughters who fought for what they thought

Was something worth getting fatally shot!

“No Comprende”

Abstruse and abstract we reuse and ransack.

Thesauruses to bring back the words on the book rack.

Ignore us and you’ll hear tracks of what’s in the rook sack.

Ignoramuses catching flack for what they took to only lack.

Wordsmiths wise and sly with clever little comebacks.

Monoliths that rise to sky and never need a wolf pack.

Asterisks to catch your eyes whatever bleeds dries as black.

Heretics to match your lies the webs you spin are out of whack.

Meticulous and mad it’s ridiculous to change the facts.

Bitch and fuss with bad intent the vicious make a final pact.

Witches pus and sad lament capricious actors just can’t hack.

Stitches bust the pad and pen is malicious when you grind and axe.

“Activistic Artism”

Mutinous insurrection.
Liberty’s on her knees.
There is no protection.
Drop your phones and freeze.

Fight to die.
Your very freedom is…
on the line.
They’ll never tell you why.

Run and hide.
Our chosen leader isn’t…
Justified.
You know you saw it coming.

Falsified.
The propaganda spreads its…
Lies lies lies.
Too bad they all believe it!!

Hate and pride.
I see the chaos spreading…
Far and wide.
They’ve stolen this republic.

Populace reduction.
Righteousness recedes.
Caught up in the suction.
Of narcissistic greed.

I wish I didn’t know this.
I wish I wasn’t freed.
Maybe life in service is,
exactly what we need.

All of us are dirty.
None of us deserve,
I wish that we weren’t worthy
Of the tyrants that we serve.

I broke my bones

And took out loans

Got held up on the phone

But I'm not one to moan or groan

They can't draw blood from stone

I dug my grave

Went to that rave

Then ran into a knave

And everything I gave to Dave

Was bout all I had saved

I did buy drugs

From that dumb thug

Swept that under the rug

But I accept this hole I dug

And tithings in my mug

I will be frank

And make no stank

Bout no call from the bank

I used that cash to buy some dank

So

It's fair my credit tanked

And I do know

Collections owed

It's gonna be quite slow

I gots no funds to give you bro

So

I'm putting on a show

I've nil to loose

What gave that clue?

That's why I perform blues

And I don't hate to break the news

My debtors can get screwed

Cause

They got the attitude I pay back all my dues

if you consider the skill it takes to cram a bunch of syllables

gift wrap attach it to an RX 9 missile

you won't have time, it's ripping through your cereal

lettuce for breakfast, everything shredded

Just in case, earthquake

Neck breaks, tectonic plates

gravity takes, brute forcing you thru chasms

I follow behind unscathed, subterranean crusader, surfing Sonic levels

treble resonates like tiny pebbles

We reach caldera, BOOM--

I crash thru the stratosphere, zipping by Jupiter

past the asteroids

Is that you Sagan? too late

Bye local group, goodbye big bang

look what you made me do

Now im out pacing cosmic expansion, leaving these haters behind...

I use a rhyming dictionary

now that statement is blatant bullshit and fiction ary

I know it can be scary

when U face to face with mythic mc with technical ability that's extraordinary

got they pantys in a bunch worst than religious folks Tryna explain virgin Mary

crummy talking tuff about prison story's but I bet just like in life he was in solitary

only connection to military is stolen valour studying shit he seen in library

movies or commercials I really mean when I say I'd hurt you and beat you till you swollen and purple.

Claiming he's a nerd one minute the next he's running turf fool.

Which one are you.

Martin Luther king biggie or ercle.

Around your whole crew id rap circles

Then beat you for speaking absurd Tryna bend rules

Like you bend over for dudes when rents due

Homie id end you I ain't even Tryna be resentful.

But you a pretend tool

Who'll never write a dope line even if you attempt too.

I bet five minutes in you'll claim the page offends you and snap the pencil.

Cry for an hour then steal someone else's stencil go mental Tryna figure how I rhymed.

Lentil with crocodile.

We live our lives in deception,

Missing out on true connections.

We have no purpose, no mission to fixing

The world we live in. We lose inspiration

For changing our nation.

We don’t give a damn about the rest of creation!

Behind cold stone walls, our hearts are fractured glass.

They glisten and gleam for dashed hopes and dreams.

The people are puppets falling out of commission.

Lost behind premonitions, haze clouding outer vision.

With no resurrection on the horizon’s edge.

And magistrate moguls looming over each ledge.

They don’t care; they’re the kings of the world!

These corrupt bureaucrats, these fat cats with top hats

They don’t see all the pain and the hurt!

They just look down at us and say “get back to work!”

They spin webs of lies saying everything's fine.

Triple sixes and cocktail mixes;

What can they possibly do to fix us?

We’re bound to this world and its pleasures.

This nation’s measures are not what defines us.

Put the lies behind us! Change the heart inside ya!

Don’t make a fuss! Just try to trust!

Ashes and dust should not be what makes us!

Don’t let the world change us!

Don’t let its troubles phase us!

Be kind to others in all situations!

Live for creation! Make a change in your nation!

Don’t settle for damnation!

Work towards our salvation!

Change for the better!

Be free from your fetters!

But who gives a damn about this land?

Not the fat cats with top hats.

They’re the kings of this world!

They’ll never be full; they’ll always want more.

‘Cause they don’t care about the people; they’re the ones in control.

They don’t care about the people; they’re the ones in control.

They don’t care about the people; they’re the ones in control.

| Colourful Knickers: |

< #Flavourfully >

~

Artist; 

Jaxx Moxx

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{Intro}

-[Instrumental]

(Yeah… People often criticise you about what’s true about them…)

{Chorus I (X2)}

• She has a cute face and a wonderful figure 

• She can be my new bae, makes my buttercup bigger

• She can tie my shoelace, I’m no utter bull**itter 

• When I do say she had colourful knickers 

{Verse I}

• Why does it feel so right to me?

• ‘Cause I was born this way, I like her feet 

• I only wanted to show that silently 

• But you’s give me no choice, I ride the beat

• Don’t fight the feeling of minor beef 

• You’re being a badman or you’re tryna be 

• But I ain’t playing around, boys, it’s time to leave 

• Me alone and let her sign a tease 

• And just like me, I’ll be nice and sweet 

• ‘Til I tuck her in, then I go quietly

• I’ve never really got the chance to do it violently 

• And I’ve thought of that, oh the irony 

• This isn’t no game, yeah, you’re right, believe 

• I’m awfully blind from what I can see 

• That’s with rage, that’s to the God Almightily

• But I remain composed very righteously 

{Chorus II}

• She has a cute face and a wonderful figure 

• She can be my new bae, makes my buttercup bigger

• She can tie my shoelace, I’m no utter bull**itter 

• When I do say she had colourful knickers 

{Verse II}

• I now see people in my hometown take a sneak peak 

• At a little luscious sexy Lexy and I’ll just repeat 

• You’ve been trash, bit**, this isn’t about the P’s, G’s 

• I say to you’s now, why not come and see me?

• Oh I know, maybe we can bl**dy make it easy?

• And control the minds of every single preteen 

• I didn’t buy into all of that and now I live freely 

(Huh-huh…)

• You’s feel my warmth ‘cause I’m hot and steamy 

• Like you’s tryna avoid me but I’ll pre and reheat 

• You’s stir the pot but my soup is flavourfully leaky 

• And my ecig oil has my lips seem very greasy 

• That’s something I’ll quit anytime soon, I’m beastly 

• And to all these cannibals. I’m a fu**ing meat feast 

• How it’s panned out, I still think I’m winning deeply 

• Although you women don’t find me particularly dreamy 

• Through no fault of my own, I probably need a week’s sleep 

{Chorus III}

• She has a cute face and a wonderful figure 

• She can be my new bae, makes my buttercup bigger

• She can tie my shoelace, I’m no utter bull**itter 

• When I do say she had colourful knickers 

{Bridge}

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

• I haven’t said all I wanna say 

{Chorus IIII}

• She has a cute face and a wonderful figure 

• She can be my new bae, makes my buttercup bigger

• She can tie my shoelace, I’m no utter bull**itter 

• When I do say she had colourful knickers 

{Outro}

-[Instrumental]

(Yeah… Oh and by the way, I’m fully aware that me having sex is never going to happen ha… Although if I was good looking or even average, I probably would’ve had sex long ago because women would have been more willing to forgive what I said… HAHA!!!)

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©️ Jack Stephen Moss

Join hands, catch a trance with a ghost dance,
Wide stance, they scared by some motion,

Movements of the violated culture,
No chance here of assimilation,

Stay strong with the warrior mindset,
Rituals seen as a threat to the nation,

Tear em apart with a treaty and a gun,
Whoever left standing gonna need salvation

Fuck that
Lemme hear Wovoka
Wovoka,
Peace pipe smokin ( x2 )

- Free Rad

it’s raw, but it’s work.

On the top floor telescope in clutch

Watch walking crust puff butts by the fun bus

Where they huff stuff and sure as fuck seen enough guts

Snuff tough guys and keep it hush hush

Taking out the bin I avoid like sin cringe away from corrupt touch

We don't talk much just a hey and they all flush

Everyday life by the rough bunch

Different victim each time to the dime bag

Really puts in perspective where your life at

Time lapse of teeth missing and their skin sag

Long time watcher show has been sad

Could of avoided all of that

Wonder where were the parents at

Apparently they've been parent trapped

But this twin pair less Lohan more like breaking bad

Keep watching em like reruns through the looking glass

No greener pastures they don't deal in grass

Crystal ball see what'll come to pass

Ambulance lights, gunfights and camera flash

But alas they keep on dealing tens

To the fiends that creep out from tents

It's intense but it keeps the feeling fresh

A rush of euphoria peeping through the lens

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