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Bedroom Bedrock

by Trial of the Golden Witch

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1.
I hit bedrock in my bedroom playin' new Doom with Aesop Rock and MF Doom and a shroom sandwich--not psychedelic, but delicious got no bitches--no women either, for that matter I'm higher on scattered thoughts than most get on batter and pipes I make a living off my list of gripes I've got no game, no life, and plenty of cash from passion the type to look at myself and start laughin' 'cause I'm holed up in my room crankin' up the sub so the bass go boom youtube surfin' on the couch with a box of goon and just too much time, not enough to do Nothin' in life will ever live up to Demon's Souls, MC Ride, Endless Jess, and Nobue Itou I eat so much stress, my beard grows quicker I'm ten pounds thicker from my facebook picture Had a published auto-bio when I printed out my twitter I've never read a book that wasn't with me on the shitter I'm bitter over every bad comment that I've gotten but unassailably self-confident since writing Rotten and I'm holed up in my room crankin' up the sub so the bass go boom youtube surfin' on the couch with a box of goon and just too much time, not enough to do
2.
[Verse 1: Digibro] I chase release, sixteen bottles deep in some weak shit, my peak shit dried out always night out when I look I'm still too lazy to cook Nowhere else open at night So I stay after that light Wawa subs, takin that bite cigarettes gettin' that light ate again, drivin there twice I don't like none of they food fuck am I s'posed'ta do? no one else awake here so I stay jackin' my dude gettin' in fights online wastin' my fucking time tryin ta fuck with this wine but now my tolerance is too high rhymes becoming off-time wrapping thoughts up in tight little rice balls to eat up and spit out at people who pass by my house on the sidewalk you balk at my face, mother fucker, I'm carving your eyes out you don't know who you're dealing with, I'm a man with his mind out of control -- don't know what I'm prone to do at this hour my skin has gone sour and bruised, I'm rotten through [Verse 2: Endless Jess] come to on the floor in a pile of trash and piss shit stained drawers I'm a hot mess hoarder, the lord of disorder calorie absorber, performer, a camcorder and I’m bored, another symptom to record in the pit, the only hole i fit anymore until i stick more whores with my thick pork sword i got ticks on my dick getting sick and engorged i used to dream of how i’d be when i was grown picture me with a 6 pack, not the kind that foams now i live alone, never shower, i live in squalor blocking out the sun so i never know the day or hour and my teeth all yellow, gums receding, gingivitis, cut myself eating now I’m bleeding while i’m beating up the mic and i’ll take another bite of the burger that i dropped in the trash last night [Verse 3: Digibro] Fast food on my mothafuckin' breath Wine spilled on my mothafuckin' chest I'm drunker than my rhymes are good my wordplay's bored, I torn between asinine and scorned I'm fine from four till dawn But wronged from six PM to one I'm no fun and no body cares what I've become Or how I've run so far from the sun - my body is fucking falling apart - fat and gross and weird and fucked up My beard looks like a rapist My shape is amorphous - I don't know what I enjoy There must be, please, I hope, a point to all this Somewhere along the line when looking at the time Stopped meaning anything my mental state became in constant flux I've got six thousand bucks and don't know what I want to own I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown
3.
the broadcast news is all subjective the truth ain't there, you can't protect it I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit all the best shit in life comes from you and I from mankind, when they ain't fuckin' around or stuck on the ground, or straight fuckin' it up when they layin' great stuff in the cut, and gettin' the bucks I go to see 'em sometimes with a fat wallet I don't need a disguise don't mention politics or the bad guys, the high concepts, or the truth unrealized look 'em in the eyes I don't hate all of ya'll fuckers but some of ya'll mothers got a need to get smothered but I can set aside my druthers for a waffle, and some chicken, and a lil' honey mustard--matter fact let me live at IHOP and eat gross tenders 'till my fuckin heart stop set up a lil' booth where I can record my hip-hop and drop in random patrons for podcast interviews the broadcast news is all subjective the truth ain't there, you can't protect it I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit My plate's legit completely full with fat raps to eat and sick shit to pull and thick chords to play, while I don't get no play 'cause I ain't got all day to swipe left on bitches --that's inauthentic, but how I roll I only pay attention when the dinner rolls come out, no doubt-- I like people for the art and food and if I seem rude, that's cause I don't know ya, dude the broadcast news is all subjective the truth ain't there, you can't protect it I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit
4.
Actualize 02:03
Be yourself, just as long you is just like me Follow the rules, but don't give into society We can be friends, just as long as you don't disagree with me 'Cause I know what's right, objectively It's fine if you like me, but I don't identify as likeable, attractive, or good, by my own standard I don't pander to those who would slander my style or collect from my piles of grandeur I get all the respect that I need from myself So feel free to leave my disk on the shelf I got no desires to stoke your fires I'm not K.Dot nor am I Desiigner I'm right on the fringe of acceptable and cringe I make money on the fact that I anime binge I'm unhinged, no one likes to admit when I'm right cause I don't represent any side in their fight and I'm white, but I rap like a motherfucka while still livin' in the burbs with my parents and my brothas playin' covers of songs that nobody respects 'cause there's not a single person whom I need to impress money's all that I stress, and I ain't been depressed in a while but my violence gets hard to suppress when fuccbois mistake my patience for a test and get flexed on harder than they ever expect now look, this attitude is made of influence and it would take a lot more than a minute to get into it and I don't mind comparisons even if they're embarrassing but I ain't sharing evertyhing so don't think that know all about me see we as human beings have the thing called empathy that let's us perceive what others see without being where they been so when I hear another man singin' stories of his sin it don't mean that I know him, but I get the things he's sayin' and that's why I grew up cultural appropriation on every TV network and radio station and all that culture is mine now define me how you like but don't expect me to kowtow
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[Digibro] can't be on a mic, say you don't bite flow what you know ain't a packaged with your soul that baggage come and go, from the pink tube to the black hole rap gold ain't a nigga birthright, it's the iron throne what you condone is of no consequence your sense of righteousness essentially irrelevent I sent the message I intended, defended my mind that you thought you upended, my friend it's essential, to be only me, that's myself concerned with my wealth and with my mental health so what did they call me in school? let me help it might start with an n, right, wait, holy hell I nearly forgot that I'm white so lemme not say nigga when I sing along to a rap song cause that would be racist - segragate the langauge forget my indentity, let's all save faces fuck that - buck that trend like the bull that it is save the white guilt for the kids in the burbs never heard of a word like "trap" or been schooled in the bap 'cause they think it's for blacks we stand on the cultural backs of our parents a swirling milkshake of our heritage that I drink down, for the powers of those before imbued with the fire by which future I forge [Ninouh] It’s not a throne it’s a hot seat. And Chucky D Was keeping it warm. He got up to dust his shoes In no time a bunch of other niggas changed up the form. Sound of the hood and the streets Used to rebel and release Years of abuse from police Captured on vinyl cds Music from a whole generation Was penetrating and changed minds of all different races. All these fuckers like to talk about their figures Proud of how they’re getting bigger When they never stop to give a thought Measure every listener with melanin Then see the number jettisoned when compared with the records bought So if you’re mad about the people saying things that YOU WROTE DOWN Well you’re looking at this business wrong. Don’t be a nigga writing nigga if some niggas who ain’t niggas ain’t the niggas who can sing along. Did you get that, do you peep this, do you understand? Did you really need this nobody from London Town To spell it out with common sense, well all you punks should hang If it was up to Black and Platinum there would be no debate It’s either everybody stops or we just live with this fate There’s no underlying message of subliminal hate Don’t respond with segregation when you opened the gates It’s Nine Oh
6.
[Digibro] Fake niggas all lookin at me like I don’t know what I’m doin When I been pullin’ salary for creativity since 2013 and I mean When you see me what do you think? That guy’s just crazy, he doesn’t count! He’s an outlier! Anomaly! Surely got lucky somehow! Now I’ll be the first to admit I’ve had some privileges But I’m seein’ all these kids Actin’ like I ain’t done shit, when I built this all in a cave with a box of scraps I’m a self-taught rap artist, writer, youtube content generator And haters can say what they want, but creatives If you ain’t takin’ pages from me, then get out I’m sick of all these cop outs, talkin bout “When I’m out of school I’ll do shit,” bullshit Like your heroes ain’t drop out “But I wanna have a future!” Bitch if you good, you got one, if you not one Of these talk big, ain’t do shit dweebs In load screens fourteen hours a week But too meek to put words on a screen Call me back when you get those 10,000 hours sleepin’ in a casket Cause you ain’t grab shit, and your time is passin’ While these young niggas racin right past ya Chance’ nineteen when he made 10 Day Wiki ‘93’s called that for a reason “But I’ll start next season” Bitch if you ain’t start now then you’ll never be beastin’ I’m feastin’ on ya’ll corpses Ya’ll flaccid raps is horse shit No matter how you force it Don’t come to me to endorse it I’m all about sharin’ that meat with my hungry niggas who need to eat it But if ya’ll ain’t pullin’ that weight, then your greedy ass will be used for feedin’ There’s a reason when you see me I’m surrounded by talent ‘Cause I got a mallet to whack-a-mole those who ain’t up to the challenge If you want validation, then your creation had better impress Cause I got no patience to test, and I only roll with the best TIME TO GET ACTION! PUT YOUR FUCKIN’ LIFE ON THE LINE ‘CAUSE IF YOU DON’T THE STARVING ARTISTS GONNA EAT YOU ALIVE BETTER GET ACTION! IF YOUR WASTING YOUR FUCKIN TIME THEN YOU CAN BET YOUR FUCKIN ASS THAT I AIN’T GIVIN’ YOU MINE YOU MUST GET ACTION! [Endless Jess] What the hell is writers block? I never had it sounds like an excuse for you hacks who can’t hack it I stay creative 365, 24/7 every single second I’m alive never once took a break or vacation so don’t you dare look to me for inspiration, fool you let your battery sit, and i aint jumping it imagination is a muscle bitch i been pumping it most swole brain in the whole game getting migraine pains from my insane lobe gains more machine than man, so diligent turning every dream into a plan and then fulfilling it excuses excuses you dudes is so useless get off your cabooses or do this or i’ll make you rue this day, using this ginsu blade tongue that i move this way quicker than you can say ….. hmm gave you a bit but you didn’t do shit you just let it go and you quit like a bitch I’m getting rich, you just want someone to circle jerk with and i aint got time to pull out our dicks and cum on the tits of your comatose hopes your prime don’t exist, your art is a myth, you pine and you whine but you don’t do shit. i got a bone to pick i got an axe to grind i put my mind to grindstone, put in the time because talent is a tool, ambition is fuel for potential without it, stay in school, special ed. short bus, helmet on your head confused by the truth that confucious said talk don’t cook rice. and i ain’t gonna play nice with your mice and man plans, until you put in the work and get some dirt on your hands. i wrote this ill report with a torch in my mouth in a dark house eat your hearts out all you wannabes with no vision and no ambition ears burning as you listen to the lessons I’m giving all you weekend weirdos and fair-weather freaks part time artists, heartless and weak and everyone all of you dumb bums who run back to normalcy when you see how much work goes into fun im an art house maniac, i sit in the dark and write raps when the power’s out of wack and i pack so many bright ideas in to my thought balloons, my metaphorical spark lights the room. when i express myself, i impress you whelps, and i don’t need help so why the fuck should you. you must get action.
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(I'm)mortal 01:54
I would love to save the world, but I know everything dies We know the cycle never ends, but we continue to try If I miss the singularity within my life, I'm fucked Gettin' cucked by the universe What if I pull a Sing About Me and get shot by the end of the verse? The real curse is not knowing Yet feeling the need for a goal towards which to continue growing and never slowing even when it hurts I'm reimbursed for my effort with a fat coin purse but the years I've burned past I can't reverse all the hoops I've jumped through to avoid the hearse make the thought that I'm wasting my time so much worse and what's worse than that? knowing that I'm dying even as I rap I get immersed to avoid the facts mortality: I just can't admit to that cause what's worse than that? knowing that I'm dying even as I rap I get immersed to avoid the facts mortality: I just can't admit to that cause what could be worse than that? the final boss of our lives is death itself fighting temporary threats only barely helps if we can't pull the ghost from the shell, we won't survive and we've only got so much time I put my lime in my coconut so I can chill pretending this ain't real, just so I can deal if the world ends with me, then at least I made it I'll watch the sky burn from the backyard, faded
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[Endless Jess] people look at me the way they look at something sad like a one legged charles dickens orphan with no dad well i might be itty but i sure don’t need your pity sticking to my guns hip hopping on the run adversity don’t hurt me cause it only makes me stranger i draw my power from the scars of every failure swivel chair sailor, outlaw savior miner for a heart of gold always hitting paydirt el dorado, 2 hot desperados, we lie cheat and steal like we’re eddie and chavo a loveable rascal, another fiasco im scheming like keenan, aaah here goes on nick ni nick ni nick you can lick lick lick lick lick lick my dick Underestimated by the born winners but I’m burning you sinners, a fire spittin lord of cinder. [Digibro] DAMN, half of all my favorite shit on this track If I can live up to that, then maybe tackle this fat and stop stressin' all the tax on my stacks, I'd feel great I can't wait to be full enough to push aside a plate I may never be cool enough to look you in the face But I'm just past schooled enough to put you in your place No debate, my greatness ain't up for contest I don't need to flex, bitch, I write my own tests And I pass with no sweat, I suit myself Monkey up, struttin', nothin' could pollute my wealth Of good vibes, and fun times, and feelin' fresh Spittin' rhymes and changin' minds, like Endless Jess Not impressed? Categorically attracted to a fault To the ideal of a rapper hittin' 80 by default? Hold the salt, I don't need it baby, I'll get out and walk I'm a giant, get your jack-ass off my beanstalk
9.
We bout to go harder than ever before Action on every floor Angles degrees flows, and pros spittin' prose over pages the stage is set, so place your bets On whether we can keep this wet Outta the bedroom, up from the bedrock We'll rock the stock sounds outta ya head, flock to My crib for the assist If you wanna be a part of something bigger than this Mothafucka it's lit! What I spit pull about as much in a month as what I was worth in Rotten and gotten more responsibilities attached to the fact that I got people relying on that so now there's no lookin' back I can't act like a goddamn child feeling mild about my talents--gettin' wild, not givin' up gotta flex nuts just to stay in the game when shit gets complicated gotta tame the strange Gotta stay deranged And spread the flames to every house Of every fuckin' challenger who tries to open they mouth Light it right under they ass if they been sittin around Call 'em out if they think they get cred for bein underground if you ain't makin' a sound, then you ain't really a voice if you shout loud enough then listening stops being a choice get 'em poppin to that shit in ways they never expect and I bet they'll say that we is the best We bout to go harder than ever before Action on every floor Angles degrees flows, and pros spittin' prose over pages the stage is set, so place your bets On whether we can keep this wet Outta the bedroom, up from the bedrock We'll rock the stock sounds outta ya head, flock to My crib for the assist If you wanna be a part of something bigger than this Mothafucka it's lit! I've critically hit my stride I've bit so hard my opponents just died Lookin' for a pulse like "mothafucka you alive?" I need some kinda challenger to be my next high That I can surpass--so get off your ass I've passed so many I might be the best guy I can't even see the ground here at this height Could slip down halfway, still be alright but I ain't trippin' yet still givin' it my best got too much of my soul left yet to invest If nothing else can best me, I'll do it to myself promote neverending growth of my health and wealth and hope that I never croak early or fall to hell like a shellfish, I'm gonna live forever and keep getting better--I'll spiral out, keep going and flowing like you've never even heard or thought of knowing We bout to go harder than ever before Action on every floor Angles degrees flows, and pros spittin' prose over pages the stage is set, so place your bets On whether we can keep this wet Outta the bedroom, up from the bedrock We'll rock the stock sounds outta ya head, flock to My crib for the assist If you wanna be a part of something bigger than this Mothafucka it's lit!
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Livelihood ain't got much to do with it Happiness bobs and weaves like a bouey at sea I concede that it helps to be free but the feelings of entrapment are real I can only feel what I'm made to feel I can only be as much as what I am Call me what you will, review me as you see fit I'll admit to any accusation This vacation took a bitter turn, into better art The truth in my heart is that I want to get a better start I don't have much in the way of confidant But there's no affront to the way that lyrics flow by font Twenty beers may not yet be enough Twenty waves might take me too far out I don't wanna drown, but I wanna float here forever Don't take me off the tether Maybe I'm posing, or maybe I'm chosen Maybe this ocean is truly frozen I don't feel movement but I've travelled far I don't feel motivated here at the start I can't take the steps you advise I can't take accurate account of life I'm here deep off the trench off the shore I barely know where I am anymore You said swim, don't float along forever I said please don't take me off the tether I only truly fear sinking I can't deal with the thinking I only truly fear sinking I can't deal with the thinking I only truly fear sinking I can't deal with the thinking

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This album is all about two brothers sitting in their bedrooms, sending files back and forth and telling their life stories; MZShaidu's story about learning how to produce beats, and Digibro's story about getting drunk enough to feel something, and then screaming about his feelings. Some of their friends came along for the ride.

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