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Oh sh*t, I guess we're starting The mic is where my heart is I know what my part is I hear my own voice I make my own choice I guess, we're f**kin' doing it The horse is out the gates It's time to start the race Shoutout to Kathy Bates and also Betty White All the people, if you're the type I wanna say that you're equal on the mic But nobody's equal to me Nobody is coming for my neck I am looking for respect I'm not looking for a check Unless it is for my friends That's why we're doing this To make some pennies And maybe make amends Sailors in the sea might get the bends That is my f**kin' dream To go with James Cameron in a submarine To the bottom of the ocean Rocking forth with the motion Me and Jimmy Cameron, sipping on some potion Sharing our emotion Daring you to f**k with us At the sea, at a deep water vent But we don't got the bends, we're not bent I think that's what I'm meant to do Me and my crew Gigantic, looking to cross the sea For the Titanic Oh sh*t, you mean they found it? Already? They'd abounded with treasure? Man, that doesn't give me pleasure I don't know how to measure How I feel about that sh*t But that won't make me quit In my quest, to scour the deep sea Like, you and me? Searching for an angle, mangled The corpse in the Bermuda Triangle Maybe looking for Amelia Earhart's plane We're like "oh, sh*t, what remains" And Then we get to the bottom Amelia Earhart's like "oh, sh*t, got em!" You didn't know, but I was an immortal I just stepped through this f**king spacetime portal Shuffled off my f**king mortal coil Mortal Kombat, you know that I'm oil All my f**kin' blood, but I got a loyal And you know, I am not gonna take a foil To my head in a little tin cap shape Because you know I'm great I popped the grape But I'm not on some conspiracies I'm just trying to see what's up in the seas I believe that I will not cease and desist You cannot resist When I'm stepping through like gorillas in the mist I am in Manila, in Hong Kong In San Francisco, doing a disco Pop it hot like it's Crisco But I gotta pace myself If we're gonna raise this wealth That's why I flow at this tempo Hello, I do kempo In my mind, that's a form of martial arts But I take, partial starts And I just gave little partial farts When I'm sh*tting on the mic 'Cause you know I got this heart And you know I got the K-Mart State-of-the-art mind But I'm not be-hind No, I'm way out in the front Rolling up a 30-foot blunt And you know I'm not gonna bunt In a baseball game, I'm gonna hit the dinger Because I am the rap ringer I never make the wrong call And you know, chicks dig the long ball! I am like (Ah) They are like (Wow) Watsky, you cannot stop me I got no paparazzi I'm a f**king doorstep I'm gonna take one more step And then, take another Word, to ya mother, word to ya fatha' Here I am, man, f**kin' camp Granada Just keep rappin', yada yada yada Hey, shout-out to f**kin' Jerry Seinfeld Me and him, it's like a f**kin' mind meld Or maybe it's more like Larry David Because you know we're not playing Shoutout to the Jews, the chosen people You know that you cannot f**kin' lose But also, shoutout to the Christians Shoutout to the agnostics, starting their own missions You know you cannot stop it Also, f**kin' shoutout to the Baha'i Faith Who know we're gonna make way For the Jehovah's Witnesses They got their hit list-esses Walking up to the different f**kin' doors Saying "Would you like to love God a little more?" But it kinda sucks, just because of COVID They can't be making no bids I heard they're not doing that door-knockin' But, you know, we're not stoppin' However you appraise 'em No, we are f**kin' raising On the mic I'm f**kin' blazing If the sun is blazing I turn into a raisin I'm bringing this whole craze For almost two whole days I don't think that's possible I don't think that's wise I don't think that's probable That is what they say when they look in to my eyes My momma was afraid for me She busted in like the maitre D She said "Hello umm" I don't think you wanna sit here I don't think you wanna get here 'Cause you might die You know but then I was like "I gotta try" I gotta try to do the right thing Shoutout to Spike Lee I'm gonna try to get the ring Try to get the bling Try to be the king of the long raps Like I was the dude with the ass raps Doesn't matter As long as the people f**kin' clap As long as we give a little joy Give em dat' Then I will cut the crap I guess I am a believer And I don't care that I got seizures I got my f**kin' pills I'm gonna take 'em right around midnight So I can get right I think that's what I gotta do Shout out to the medical commun- Itty I just get gritty I hope my rhymes are not sh*tty Umm, mic check are you with me? Shout-out Bobby and Whitney But not shout out to the bad things he did I don't know if I'm gonna have a kid I don't know if I'm gonna raise a child But it might be fun they'd be f**kin' wild They would make be f**kin' smile They got f**kin' bile and some guts Everybody does Everybody got guts Everybody got nuts Or half the people maybe like 48.7% That's about how it went I think that is the percentage-ish Of the gender f**kin' separation Although we know in this nation Things are f**kin' changin' and you gotta be patient If you don't understand I got my f**kin' rhymes on demand I can run it back But I'm not allowed to under the rules of Guinness If I'm trying to f**kin' win this I will not get winded, I have not rescinded Anything that I've f**king said By the end of this sh*t I'll be f**kin' dead I'll be seeing red like I said gotta take my meds That is like Right Said Fred You just gotta relax If you wanna come and swing your lyrical battle axe I don't get lyrical cataracts So I can see clearly, so I can be dearly Received, I've got to achieve Whatever I've got up my sleeve Whatever I've got in my pouch Shoutout to pouch, ouch I pricked my finger, that is not true But on this mic I will linger for you And for my crew This is what I've got to do I've got to drop it hot for you 'Cause this is why I'm hot This is why I'm not Shoutout to Mims Shoutout to Hims That's that brand of underwear That I saw advertised everywhere on the new York subway I'm drivin' down the one way I'm cruisin' up the runway Spreading my wings Like I am a Cessna Like I am a chestnut Roastin' on an open fire, bing! Crosby, you got me Me, hot see? Me Watsky See? Sittin' in the hot seat No, I'm sittin' in the cat-bird seat But that word, beats droppin' me And meha coppin' Shoutout to Frank Macoppin Playground In the f**kin' San Francisco SFC Because you know how this go We are the best in Dolores Park We have a chorus singin' in the dark Hark, the angel Shoutout to Chuck Rangel Rangel, I don't remember how to pronounce his name but In December maybe I will be dismembered By a f**kin' psychotic type of Santa Comin' down my chimney Wavin' f**kin' butcher knives That’d be f**king crazy Who is he Who is this robotic crazy santa Oh my ‘lanta I can’t believe that he’s tryna get me Instead of giving me presents I can't believe that he got me on the ground But I'm like "no I'm Watsky" And Santa said "oh I was just tryna do this sh*t to a f**ked up type of dude" But I'm like "that's rude Santa you've got to improve your f**kin' additude' Plus I was in the nude He got me tackled on the ground My f**kin' whole brood around me And I got my whole butt out He's like damn I guess I'll put this knife away Cut-out Cut it out like on Full House John Stamos John Stains-Most in his pants But that's okay We don't judge people who like to dance away the day If they need a Pepto-Bismol My throat is not abysmal This all that I can do is just give this my not screwed-up attempt I will not repent And I’m not demented But I meant it When I sent it From my brain I'm not plain Im not f**kin' around I’m not cluckin' the ground Just right there it’s only two feet That’s pretty cool man I eat From that cup right there The one that’s floatin' up in the air It’s got a f**kin' strawber- -ry smoothie I flow very smoothly But you cannot do me Do me, do me like that I got that roomie type rap It’s mad philosophical I just keep on droppin' all Of the marbles in my brain They’re comin' out my nose And then they just remain On the ground Even the cat’s eye That is my favorite f**kin' marble that passed by Did you know at places People on the internet watch marble races I watched one It was mad fun I picked the f**kin' blue marble And my pick wasn't all garbled It came down the shoot It was going all f**kin' cool And then it f**kin scooted past the red one That kid from The Shining like Red-Rum Meaning murder Worder Wordier All my flows are so dirtier Than you could even f**kin' guess I'm not even f**king stressed I'm so damn relaxy Shout out to a Maxi-Pad For being so absorbent That's a good f**kin' fuction My girl's not in her head 'cause she knows it Put her hands in the air Maxi Pads doing what they do down there If you are shaved or if you've got hair It doesn't matter if you've got a bush or are bare Do what you wanna Word to your mama Your dude can't tell you what you gotta do Gotta do what you wanna Make your own choice With your body or your voice If you are moist I know some people don't like that word Palabra But you know you gotta like what you like There was this one time this dude named Ike Ran to be Prez And he f**kin' won Eisenhower, that's what I said I's a power-rapper Yes I am So f**kin' dapper The clapper Doesn't work on the lights on this green screen Man, that would be a dream scene If I could f**kin' clap and things would f**kin' do what they want What I want, damn That would be no scam I don't eat no Spam That's 'cause I am a soft boy And I only eat Bok-Choy 'Cause I'm a little veggie human And that's what I be doin' Let me clarify Like clarified butter Again, word to your mother And also not to digress But I gotta get it off of my chest Word to Mark Wahlberg Word to ballers Wait, okay, let me make my main point As I rap over this joint And that is that I don't only eat Bok-Choy I also eat soy I also as a Jewish type dude not a goy Get lots of joy out of eatin' carrots Out of eatin' broccoli Out of eatin' lots of trees Out of smokin' lots of trees That is true That is not I don't smoke a lot But I do when I party But during COVID, I party hardly And I guess that's kinda sad But I've had some calls with my dad Paul Watsky And Claire Watsky It's rare, stop me It's not, lots of Sundays I call my parentals And I just steal out my f**kin' mentals But I don't pull out my dentals I go sometimes I do in a dream When I am on the scene And the ghost come and make me scream It's like you are doing the most And I gotta f**kin' boast Shout out to the host, to the boast, the most roast That is some sh*t if you take a gander That was said by Mr. Ned Flanders Mr. Homer Simpson I'm the type of dude lots of dudes simps on They're like “Watsky, I'll do everything for you I'll white knight for you and your f**king crew” I'm like “Dude, don't be a simp Actually, DO be a simp You could be pimp You could be wimp You could f**king walk with a limp You can have a crimp in your dimp-le” I just get the whole tent pole Up in the sky cause I meant Lots of people can come in Cause I got a big tent So if you are a lame f**king get bent And by lame, what I mean in this game Is the type of person who says that you're lame Is the type of person who judges Is the type of person who never budges When they get stubborn Cause you know we got to put our fears in the cupboard 00:18:04 Word! I think I got this whole thing turn-ed up But that is bound to happen 34 hours when you keep on rappin' Some words are going to collide like trains Coming head to head, but it remains To be seen that I get back on the track With the *ratatat* *tat* *tat* when they *clap clap clap* With my f**king clapping gums So don't judge me too much if what I say is dumb Sometimes Cause I'm not trying to kick any dumb rhymes But it happens and I think that is the lesson That you cannot achieve perfection And it's not even a worthy goal You just gotta try to put that ball in the hole More times than not This is why I'm hot, as I said But, you know Man's Not Hot? Although the truth is, I kinda f**kin' am 'Cause I'm goin' kinda f**kin' ham On the microphone-o oh no Can't believe he's like Apollo Anton Ohno Ice skatin' all over the beat Makin' it repeat I do not want to beat my meat, on the camera That would be a bad f**kin' PR move When I'm all up in the groove with my meat out They would be like "oh, shout out That will ruin my career Is that f**kin' clear? Showin' his whole rear? He got f**kin' nakey Make me, take me You cannot bake me In my EZ bake oven No Sara Lee I just keep on flowing, so merrily Verily, forsooth, did he do that sh*t Oh sh*t, man he's in the booth dropping it He's just Frank Coppin it And there is no halting' it I just put some f**kin malt in it Make it like some Yoo-hoo Yoo-hoo! Did you f**kin' boo hoo when I rhymed 'Cause you could not rhyme Like I do, do the crime and you know that I'm Just puttin' lime on top of this sh*t And that's lyme with the L-Y-M-E, envy me 'Cause you know when I put it on top That I am going to make it drop To the bottom of the urinal You're all in my brain They got lots of range, they f**kin' levitate Verbally, vocally, stoking the fire Of the couress I retired I feel one year 'Cause when my nuts dropped I did not know clear See how I could sing, that took many years Before I try to do with the din And now I only rapped And now I only try to cap, no cap I just try to get that back That back, uh, back And I'm gone Over the fence No shout out to my pens You know that goth is a dude who's friends with Lynn Maranda I'm sittin' on the veranda Just sippin' on my water Lookin' at my ink blotter Feelin' like the best Starin' at my roar shark test And it's tellin' me some dark crap It's tellin' some star type of stuff Like oh sh*t, I'm gruff I'm like Scruff, Scruff, Scruff, my gruff Scruff, my gruff, Chicago, Illinois 6-0-6-5-2 that I'm (00:44:22) You know that a bat kills Using sonar Going through the cave With the lights pulsing like it is a rave I am not a knave In the sense of my evil I'm like Evel Knievel I can jump over three mics With my tiny little bike I am gettin' funky Did you see that video yesterday with the monkey On the motorbike That pulled that kid down the street, yeah that little tike It was really scary I didn't eat for like three hours, you dared me To, but I said that that video was too weird A monkey trying to steal a kid, man, this dude's clear-ly A weird type of simian Type of chimpanzee, I don't know which one It was, it was in Jakarta, I think? I don't know what type of the rink Of this world that I skate I repeat that I'm late To the party But that means that partly I gotta go hardy Hardly, not like Tom Hardy I don't like smarties[?] This is a smoothie by the way, I'm hardly Eating nothing, I say I say, good sir Would you like to duel? I'll trade you a mule I'll trade you a tool I'm going to school Going to university Facing adversity You're seein' the worst in me I am not burstin' the Seams, like memes I'm eating ice creams I'm chasing my dreams I'm just tryna seem like a normal dude But I'm not chilly like Hormal, rude I am in the can You know it is not a stamp What we're doing is real, no fake news I cannot make you I cannot take you Being so far away I just plant the seed like a caraway Like a f**king sesame I want to give you more besame's More besame You though? Besame mucho, when this is all over (00:46:52) (00:48:16) Space Jam 2, f**king Pawnstars (00:48:19) What do you feel Man, will it get real? (00:50:53) Squidward you had one job Flipping them burger patties Rollin' those damn fatties I wonder what you think If you try to blink Man you can just imagine That you were underground with an fat one I mean under the ocean rollin' up Tryin' to light a blunt in the ocean I don't think that it would light, what emotion Do you think if you think of Spongebob Rollin' up under the ground in a pineapple Under the sea, that is quite snapple [?] of me To tell you exactly, you see? I smell you, I feel you, E-40 Would say that to me if it was not so portly If he was not better Oh sh*t, I accidentally insulted E-40 And I was not on purpose Lord, forgive me, I did not mean this to do this It just came out of my mouth then it felt the rudest Even though he's a hero compared to Ham Amazero I am like Chalamet to De Niro Dinero, oh sh*t, shout out to the kid Nero And Deezus, they are like verbally Jesus With lots of great writing, Josh f**kin' Gondol, man Writing that sh*t, man, you know he's beyond the man Remember that movie Joanna, man? I don't think that it was very good I think that it was sorta weak But you know that a type of wood is cherry or tea And yes, I can speak, I'm a freak Of the week and my beak Just keeps flappin' and I keep rappin' I wonder when the beat change will happen What I keep snappin' My fingers, I linger I bring her a pain I bring this game To a whole new level I use a tool like a bevel Holla without, I am not a devil I am not a bowl evil Shout out to all people All creative people But not all have the same struggle You know life's a thugga War, some people got more And that is the weird sh*t The way that we're living We don't wanna give in To the system we were born in And I hate to horn in With my own damn opinions But I don't think rackin' pinions Steering is the best, man, I'm clearin' out my chest Now I gotta give you what I think I don't think you should wear mink But I think everybody should wear pink I think everybody should stay hydrated and take a drink I think that f**king Joel Santana Cameron were ahead of their time Damn, thinking purple Six ones so I can have big fun I'm gonna ball on the wall With the lights pulsing like it is a rave I am not a knave I'm a fan And you all know And you all go at your own damn speed It's kinda odd That I'm flowing the dude who loves all this poetery Not odd But his name is girad Whatever he has I'm sure it's a great bod And up on the scene in between I wanna shout out sierra steen And be so adroit To remember to shout out alex niece from detroit A type of weed is harissa or is that a type of spice Either way I wanna shout out Alyssa and she's really nice Coughs sh*t I grab this water I keep on flowin hotter Hide your wives and your daughters That’s an og meme man Inkblotter I can say a whole mouthful And that’s me And I gotta give a shout out to ali And I'm like goddamn I give a shoul out to autograph man And like I gave a shout out to I just wanna amble Over to there I don't take a gamble These are the rarest rhymes I ever spit This is the rarest three I ever hit From the middle of the court Driving down the court in jorts Oh sh*t, don't tell Guinness 'Cause I really wanna win-ness And I really wanna go the distance All the way to the finish Shout out to Norwegians and the Finnish Shout out to dudes who are skittish And also f**king prudish I just have a new dish That I eat everyday for my supper Shout out to [?] I'm like a guppy Swimming around in his tank Not a puppy You cannot stop me But you see that Watsky has got what it takes To not pump the brakes He is not gonna ever Sever the ties that he's got He's no Severus Snape The cleverest ape on the mic And you know that he likes And you know that he loves To do what he can He's no toucan sam He leads with his nose but he gives no damn And he is goin' ham He has got the slam Weed, I see that f**kin' Jeff has got the vinyls 'Cause I was runnin' out of sh*t to this, say Time to get some things to feed my brain Now he's got the f**kin' vinyls and they will remain on the table I think I have got to take a little p*ss break Shout out to Mugatu from Zoolander The hammer falls more American [?] I am not needy My mind's not the bearest Evangeline, Amy Loo Harris I'm just stayin' alive Like The Beatles in '65 If I had all the squares I'd hit bingo John Paul George and Ringo England's new phenomenal Pop group, The Beatles, alley oop Oh sh*t, like I said Tchaikovsky and Watsky, I am at the door Shoutin' out Symphony Number 9 in E Minor Open 64 I just do my thing, I just am the sh*t Shout out to John Chenner's greatest tits How do you say his name? I don't really know I'm just tryin' to grow a little more every day Great tunes, great flows, no rooms You know I'm ruthless This is the family library of great music I keep flowin' In part because I am inspired by Beethoven Hello, Nash That's what Jeff says, man, I got no [?] That would be bad, man, I'd fall Just scratchin' myself, man, but now I stall I'm talkin' no jive Just shoutin' out Pablo live Mary Loo Williams Take care of yourself Just do it if you can Watching is enough You can just click share o For how an artist I'm gonna be frank I'm not a big fan of hank A little weirded out And I really love the You can leave it there A taxidermied Iguana XD This is the coolest gift that I have ever gotten Now I'm just walking as you hear me talking Hour Two (1:00:00-1:59:59) If I was on Facebook then I would poke Every single one of you, but it's nothing romantic Shout out to Pacific, to Atlantic And even the Baltic and the Mediterranean And I am just an alien When I'm makin' these rhymes And I'm feelin' so fine But it is no crime And I don't get slime New beat, turn it up a bit Let me hear it, I'm just f**kin' with it And I know that now up on this beat Max Miller Lauren makin' you move your feet Got the people buzzin' Max is my first cousin Wasn't he in Invisible Inc? He was, oh, that makes you think Take a little drink My other glass clink I cannot blink Shout out to Link From Zelda, Melda Whole lot of people together held ya In your arms like the Ocarina Waka Flocka Flame Ocarina Ballerina aminda Keep on going, keep on giving Keep on living, keep on thriving On this mic I am surviving Actually, maybe turn it down at here 'Cause you know I care but If I rap too loud I think my voice will go horse I think my voice will go donkey I think my voice will go mule I was just rappin' 'bout high rule That was the dual wear f**kin' link live that I just got these big raps A tiger is a big cat But I don't give a big crap Oh sh*t, he really get that I don't go tip for tap I don't hold the grudge I just keep on droppin', I'm like Harren Judge He is on the yankees And I gotta say this frankly I really miss baseball And mix all the troubles melt away But we don't have it on Saturdays Or Sundays or Mondays or Wednesdays or Tues' But we just pay our dues Keep on rockin', keep on rappin' for our crews Keep on doin' what we can for our friends 'Cause they're gonna be the ones in the end To hold our hand when everything else melts away When it all goes dark You gotta all go back to the people from the ones that you knew at the start I got a lot of great beats comin' Goin' and drummin' From my folks Crackin' like some yokes You know that I hope We're gonna heat, go and drop in this dope And I never will mope Evermore like the battle Forever more Led Zep Shout out to my dude Shep He's a real hep cat Do you f**kin' get that? He was the best that I ever knew The best that I ever saw I'm just droppin' bust, all type rhymes 'Cause you know I gotta do this like I'm A circular saw when I'm wearin' my Birkin stocks Used to be that I'd work a lot Now we work a lot tryna get our tour set up Again 'cause you know that we got these friends That are promoters in conserve and you owners And even the f**kin' stage hens That y'all make it happen They gon' make it go They on, make the gear spin We're winning together as one Did you think that this could happen? Oh sh*t, I got some f**kin' shoutouts That I get to really say But we don't really play No, we don't do that today Okay, ouch, ouch, it's the shoutouts That I gotta give to the Beatrice Teer So everybody knows that if you wanna go Get a shoutout, is this too on the nose? You gotta go to watskyrelief dot com Where you can drop those financial bombs Pay us some owns, pays us some respects And at the ten dollar level you get what's next That is for meet up, say your name on the stream start Never flippin' the bird Never droppin' a turd Never gettin' so scurred That my vision is blurred Just to keep goin Just to keep hoping Just to keep ropin All of these cattle Doing this battle Good against evil Never gonna leave Never gonna be A dude named Steve I'm never gonna change the name I'm gonna change the game You think you can stop me but you can't I'm outta control like an ant Hour Three (2:00:00-2:59:59) I wonder, I've got this doubt To my girlfriend I'll shout Amber, do you think I'm saying "f**k" too much on the stream? I'm saying "f**kin'" a lot Did that make 'em scream? That's cool, say it f**kin' more Oh curl, oh curl, like Cardi B I put glow hardly into this dark night, man, I'm saying f**king, f**king, f**king, f**king, man, I'm sprayin' Man, over this concrete On this f**king dope beat Oh sh*t, this is ham Pin me in, this is the one I begin To flow easily This flow is so easy, see No Eazy-E You are all pleasing me It's no start Is the place that I rap My throat sounds like I got strap I got a limp in my step But I don't ever dip And I don't wear a slip I gotta keep it up at the same clip I woke up with a headache But I still felt pretty relaxed I knew in a couple hours start Because he was pouring sweat A whole bunch of pictures People thought he looked really bad Looked really sweaty They didn't elect him Because he had A real bad demeanor And betweener All of us That's just politucs What do we got next? What's a history lesson in which the people can be blessed? Looks like a big battleship I'm not rattled if That's what you think I hope you don't blink I don't know what this is all about A hairdresser, man, I'm callin' out And we're the confessor All upon my dresser I will not pester you And I will not tester There's some boobies in this pic That's cool, free the nipple, man, that's real slick Honestly, the male nipple and the female nipple I don't really get the difference, man, is it that simple? Why is one obscene? Why is one unclean? I guess that's just what we could talk to think That stinks This is a dude clean, f**king clear net I wonder who is it yet He's in Paris That's very romantic They're across the Atlantic Oh sh*t, this is the grassy knoll That's the picture that I hold That's the day JFK got popped In its open top car he was shot When he rolled up in Dallas And a shooter on the hill has such malice And he shot him and he died That was really sad, I know my mom cried She was in shock 'cause a little child Man, for the whole nation that must've been wild And there's RFK No wait, that's wrong You know I don't play, that's his son RFK is here Kennedy's son is here, man, saluting near to his father This is the Pope I think that's right Gettin' harder, it's dope Oh that's wrong, it's Irish play ride John OKC Get all these facts right, man, you can't make me Being wrong, that's my emo On this mic I just spit more emo Will I stop? I just say heck no Yeah, here is the Pope I guess that's just the coincidence he was on the next page, that's dope I'm not at the end of my rope At my rope I'm at the beginning On the path to winning Here's the cover about Uranus Here's a dude swinging his kids Around with his arms I think that's good parenting I think you gotta let kids do their own harm And make their own mistakes Man, you can't treat them a kid, glubs That would not be great Not at my best But that's cool off my chest Off my mind, can't expect to be perfect Who just gotta keep it Moon event, you gotta have, make it Go, you gotta take it so slow If you're gonna cross the finish line If you're gonna get in time Oh sh*t, it's the Fab 4 Yeah, The Beatles, that's more incredible Than you could believe Look at John Lennon with his crazy f**kin' sleeves His military shirt, is that Audrey Hepburn? I think that is, man, I'm no half stepper What I think that was, the jacket from that campaign You can't tell me that that's lame So iconic Wow, it's demonic Harry Belafonte? That's incredible Man, practically edible Damn, I don't know Woodstock, should be Hetrix Who knows? You could blow Wow, there's a lot of top list stuff in this book I think that's great, man, that's not rough, look I would show you if I wouldn't get flagged by YouTube I'm on my sauce like shoyu, so sauce and you know that This looks like million A heart, I could heal one start I have just begun And I have not yet won I have not yet stopped I have not yet ceased And I am not creased I am not diseased I am not leavin' I have no bee sting on my head I am just beasting until I'm dead I make them see red I have not been bled Thank you [to person off screen] Of all my hope You know I just go and vote with my mind I also vote absentee Yeah, actually I'm still a voter in the San Francisco 415 Prolly will be 'til the day I die 'Cause my mom is up on local politics You know I gotta want it You know I gotta put it straight I got this bee in my bonnet Me? I am not going to just stop And drop And stop-drop-and-roll That’s what they teach you to do When you’re on fire to hold I’m on fire, I’m old I break the f**kin’ mold I only spit gold I only spit cold Again, I have not been Rick Rolled Let’s see what the scrabble dictionary got I hope it’s got some words that’re hot To put up in my pot So I can stir them 'til I'm not Dead This word is Amboli I don't know what that means, but it rhymes with holy No power For this word that says embower A lot of these words I won't know Because I'm not that smart man, yo This next word is jackal I have got such sack, I'll Keep on goin' The next word is jacket They wonder, can I hack it? They wonder, can I do it? Will the flow stay under so fluid? This next word is jade I do not get paid from this stream I just got to scream I just got to seem Like I'm not a jaguar I'm not quite a rap star But I'm famous in my own mind I am feelin' so fine The next word is Jakes I've got what it takes The next word is jaundice I didn't know that was on list The next word is Job Owner Uh, okay homer Um, okay boomer I think I am doomed, or Something like that But my rap has to keep goin' It cannot stop for a moment The next word is jeep All these f**kin' words, man I toss 'em in a heap I'm not allowed to sleep I would not make a peep If the sandman came and sprinkled sand dust In my eye I would be like "What the f**k, guy?" Why'd you sprinkle sleep dust in my eye That is going to make me stay awake Man, I try To go to sleep but this Goddamn jackass sprinkling sleep dust in my face, man That is really messed up It’s the whackest That does not make me feel jolly I like Buddy Holly From Weezer AND the dude I hope that's not rude I hope you been brewed Houston, where they're chopped and screwed Houston, do we have a problem? Am I on one? Man, I'm not gonna go 'til I drop The next word is judicare and judicial and judo Shout out to my dude Budo From Seattle Kickin' this battle I will not have a death rattle The next word is jungly My own ambitions punish me Next word is junkey Some days I feel spunky Some days a feel funky I'm just a weird monkey The next word is jubon Did you buy this book with a coupon? Did you get your gray poupon? I'm not somethin' to poop on So if a pigeon flies up to me outside I be like "Man, your wings are how wide?" And be like "Aw, not as wide as a condor." But if you like me, you can take a gander Out in gondor with the rings Where they have the legend and the three kings Man, I'm still beasting The next word is kaiser I am releasing all of my tension I cannot mention The next word is Kame And Kamela, and Kain The next word is Kanji Did y'all see Jumanji? I only saw the first one I don't know if the next one was the worst one The next word is Kappa Y'all remember PaRappa the Rapper? Dude was cool, he had a beanie kinda like mine And he had some tight rhymes Was he a dog or a rat? I don't remember what animal that dude had In his genome Y'all wanna see me home I just keep goin' and goin' and goin' Don't quit it I just hit it this rhythm And tried to get wid, umm I cannot sit, umm Never gonna stand up Man, I put my hand up The next word in here is kept To my feet I haven't leapt But I am not stressed The next word is keypad Y'all can't see me mad Y'all can't see me bad Next word is key This what I'm spittin' it's end start Bring the sword out of my shealth Now we got leaker It's coming right out of the speakers Shout out to the L.A. Leakers Having some dope rhyme spitters on the mic, good speakers This is lettin' And you know I'm not steppin' This is [layerage?] I get up in the fridge 'cause I'm cold The next word is least I gotta rise like heased I gotta rise, I'm a beast Now the beast is released The next word is leghold I gotta stay bold Bring a mile up the cold I will never scold you I just wanna make you feel good Like Dr. Feel Good, I hear you I will not steal you away But what you wanna do? Hey The next word legendary Oh yes, yes, it's me The next word is lentisk I have not been this Out of shape, do you relate? Can you penetrate what I have got Hour Four (3:00:00-3:59:59) start I'm not a scarecrow I have a rare load On my back but I don't say so We bake bread like loaves You know that we goes The best the next is live trap I'm just on the mic, that Is what I gotta say I have to play The game that you make me But you cannot fake me The next word is lobeless Like an earlobe? No, it's Kinda weird to be lobeless No stress, man, shout out to Paso Robles Shout out to Encinitas Shout out to Lagunitas Shout out to Alameda Emeryville and everything between ya Also L.A That's where I live right now, man, so hey This is the city that I call home I just spit a tall poem f**kin' epic poetry Gotta keep it going Like Homer, like the Odyssey, Iliad Hey, man, why you f**kin' really mad? Do you think I am a silly lad? Just because I got a lilypad? That I hop from, like a little froggy I say wassup to my doggies I spit a lil rhyme morsel Until I get hoarse or Not, I gotta give you what I got I'm comin' for all the loot You know I wanna freakin' scoot end start (The below names are repeated in the Hour Eight section alphabetically, if you're unsure of spelling check there) (transcribed by AI, pretty darn good but feel free to delete) I want to say Sheila Robertson You're the best You're no healer But Sheila, you got your f**king shield up I want to see If I could shout out to be its grave As I have to shout out Mr. Dr. Dave No hide, no Jekyll Shout out to freckles And no tooshie Is getting hurt when I shout Taki Yamaguchi I just keep building Big ups to Jake Dylan And yes, yes, happily I will send more love to Shannon B It's not awful When I shout out to Nia Cophos I'm a believer Shout out to Riva, shout out Hillel slot machine That is mean, shout to grow dude No attitude, shout out to Callum I've got no callous Dayum, shout to Mill hand be You've got me feeling so gramcb Shout to that Crystal Queen And everybody who's in between This next one's Cal Koosh Koosh rank count coup shrank cow crucial shrank. That's dank I don't know if I said that right I probably didn't, I probably just had a blight When I did that, oh well Shout out to Michelle and Mattias W and healing your he lived my whole damn Soul making me feel so swole. Shout out to Havala Grace We were in acting school, man, we cannot be replaced Ever said lawyers who We are the best, hoo Do you think you are like the owl goes hoo in the barn? I am shouting out to Dominic You know, you got a quick shout out, Katie You can't make me not shout out Lena and Lars Because I'm coming on these goddamn bars Michael James and Melissa, hope you listen Hope one Camaro doesn't glisten In the sun and shine, shout out to Han You are truly the human Shout out to Patrick Cosilla[?] I gotta say you are so rilla Shout out to Ben Appel Emerson love, oh well, oh well, hell yeah Shout out to Glenn Crumb You've got the syndrome of being so fresh And shout out to Alice Raising my chalice to you Hope you're in your palace Doing what you do Shout out to Mullen[?] Shout out to Marissa Cullen[?] You are too lit Shout out to Moon Lit You know that you do it so great Shout out to Mitchell [?] Shout out to Obama And yo mama You can't tell me That I shouldn't shout out Ryan and Selby I got this giddy flow As I'm shoutin' out Giddy Video I'm not timid, I gotta tell it I gotta keep going, man, I'm [?] Shout out to Tommy Sco Shout out to the Sco You know that you probably know That you're dope, shout out to [?] I do it so tall I got this on my playlist I wanna shout out Corney Davis I gotta send you dope regards And you know wealth is health I'm coming in with the stealth Like a ninja-smooth You know you can't move When I sneak up behind ya Need I remind ya? I am a legend in my own mind I'm feeling so fine Oh, that's my ego Oh sh*t, now he go Poppin' up, being weird But you know it appeared At my point I might not get Another chance even yet I'm just grateful to be doing what I love Doing what I came for This is what I play for I just wanna make more room To be up at noon To be sleeping by the doom By the gong of the clock Shoutout to my dude Bach Young Johan Sebastian, you know he is passin' go on the monopoly board I'm never cutting the cord I came and I scored No, I am four The next word is scorpio, I've got the more flow The next word thematic: I hope you don't give me static Now we got thesbian: he is the best vegan And don't stop, don't quit or cease You know I release ... Can't believe that's in the scrabble dictionary, yes The next word Volt Harry Potter got a damn boat In the middle of his forehead But now he who not be named as f**kin' more dead Than he thought that he would be That was real trickly I just got the weakest type of flow That's a live, man, it is so strong It is so tough and rough Man, I am so buff Already shouted out Scruff, my gruff But shout out to dogs who fight crime All over the world You know that I'm so proud of 'em All the animals fighting crime Doing what they gotta I'm not a pot, nah I'm not a witness You're not on a hit list I will not expel Like Rapunzel I just rappel Down from the power out on her hair Can I get some smoothie, man? I don't know dude, I'm just tryna save the smoothie for as long as I can I feel like an elephant, would... But no shout out to haliburton No shoutout to the iron curtain I gotta mention someday I was in detention But now I gotta rise and hit true ascension Get uptop, as high as I can go at the pace that I flow ... Like a horse... I don't boast or brag, that's not true, I'm a goddamn Stag You could put me out the stud And I won't be a dud I won't rap crud I won't just give you mud I wanna say hello to the clientele donating Man, you're making me glad You're making me so happy like Man, I'm like a dad seeing his son hit a homer Yes, man, I've run over Like Red Rover Hour Five (4:00:00-4:59:59) I'm not a stofer's meal You can microwave me You cannot take me out back and give me forty lashes with a wet noodle The whole kitten caboodle Once they're coming, bust my chops But I tell a man that they better stop Shout out to the lady Who did Lambchop, she was f**kin' crazy Oh sh*t, newbie, new he To bring 'em Julie and Lay, man, he get some Snare And the real g the inanimate___ They saved them all from dying but I'm not lying It's like Star Wars I see all these dudes coming through with their lightsabers They are not makers of dreams I see that these are going in reverse order to me Well, this crazy Hour Six (5:00:00-5:59:59) The first Disney Channel movie if you were not lazy And you were f**kin' alive in 1983 You know Tiger Town would've been on your screen Next in '84, I say The movie from Disney was Love Leads the Way And I don't wanna fight But in '97 Disney made The Northern Lights And then oh crap My friend was in this mummy movie on the raps 1997, heaven You see me in the 7/11 I wanna tell you, I wanna smell you I wanna f**kin' call 'em and ask for more volume On the monitor That would be really great, that would be the thermometer start You just wanna make me on I think these names are too hard to pronounce So I'm gonna put them just out But I appreciate it That was a good idea That's quite clear when I'm rappin' this fear I gotta look and it near For one I see, weird All in this together I think I'll lean back and then I'll just weather A bit of this beat like this As it repeats Until I have to go p*ss again Man, when I p*ss again I think I could fill up all of Lake Michigan Or maybe only Lake Erie But that'll be when you beer me I could fill up all the Great Lakes That would be a great tape I'll set six f**kin' records in one That would be some great fun I think that you make one And the two and then you just try to drum On your chest like the drummer boy I just come 'cause the dumbest Doy Dude is not the rude Person who stuck a finger in my eye with the toot I come to the beat To the rescue and then I just repeat I won't miscue I will miss you I need no tissue That's not the issue If you wanna tell me What to do you got the ring like the Belford human tolls I'm tryna come bold With no [?] And the bigger the hole The more that I'm likely to sink it in I sink it in like the teeth when I'm gettin' the slim Lead like I am tiger on the green From the T to the green, man, I'm in And everywhere in between I barely hit the fair way But I can parlay what I need to 'Cause it's not related When I rack these beats I'm see-through And my intentions Did I mention? That were trying to go For so god... long That we'll sing a song That cannot be wrong I'm here just to rock But I cannot talk I cannot stop Until my jaws locked Like I've got the mumps The f**kin' beat bumps So move your damn rumps Move your damn end Hour Seven (6:00:00-6:59:59) 6:04 Am I going to hell? I say that will be swell, just keep the contium bc that's what I am doing um. Doing these treats...I rip this mic I still like I am... Silence is not what I'm going to have like a lamb ... You cannot burst me like a water balloon I've been so damn thirsty ... start The beat gets fatter And I just pitter Patter, keep on going And keep on rhyming and flowing I'm in the zone I'm not knowing What time zone I am in I am slim I am set to begin I'm wi-nning Just by showing up at the door Raisin my f**kin' hand Asking for f**kin' more Servings Of ass-kickings Yes, sir, I'll have another I'm masking my f**kin' fear of Not knowing my brother but that's okay Everybody gotta go their own way You gotta do what you can and love who you love And your choices are your own choices, no-one above Cool, thank you, okay, great Thanks for giving this to me Gotta set it straight So, this is alphabetical order This is every name from the beginning Okay, I’m - not no hoarder - But, after this, can we maybe start again, new, fresh? That’s great Okay, yes, now I’m going to do this Bless all of you You are unruly Shout out to my crew Now all these names Shout out to Jeff Everybody say hi, he is the best Hour Eight (7:00:00-7:59:59) Amber’s doing her thing Showing so much love I feel so great, man No bugs So, okay, on To these Beatrice prompts Starting from the beginning Cause all of you are really winning I am not rattled Shouting out to Aqua Pineapples I’m not going to Yuma But shout outs to 12 Chickens from Montezuma And I won’t say f**k it Shout out to A Cat Named Nugget And know that is all Shout out to my dude Admiral And I gotta get it quick Shout out to Al (?) Rick And you know that I’m off When I shout out Alex Kanauff Leave him in the dark Shout out Alex Mark But I want the peace So shout out Alex Niece I’m just getting this This respect is it I just take the pill son Red or blue, shout out Alfredo v Wilson No malice, shout out to f**kin’ Alice Almost f**kin’ lost it Shout out to Alice Faucet And I mean to Shout out to Alina I am the reverend And I’m gonna say, shout out to Alison Blevens I flow all day wrong-long Shout out Alison Ramsey, she says to stay strong I tore my oblique Saying that rhyme Shout out to Alisa Ashelique Feelin’ like a baller Mega shout out to Alysa Knawler Holler! Tiny dancer Shout out to Amber Deep in the camper Was that you? Bling bling, I am a king Shout out to Ang E King That’s got a nice ring I gotta thank all of you And also Augustus f**kin’ Trankle And also Austin Gamble Two names in a row that rhymed, wow I can’t handle, it My name’s not Harold But I gotta shout out Avery Fitzgerald I got to [07:02:26][?], rolla Shout out to Barba [07:02:28] [?] Barba ([?], as above) Now I’m gonna say shout out to the city of Nola I am not a leaker Shouts to Beaker I’m in this rally Shouts to Bedmo in Cali Y’all can’t see Shouts to B, and to Ben I begin to repel From these lyrical heights Shout to Benapel That dude is really swell Oh sh*t, man, this again Shout out to Benjamin Cole from Michigan Poppin’ crystal, I am a bit slim But I wanna give a shout out to Big Jim And I’m bringing such joy Gotta shout to Birdy Boy I play you like an Atari I am gonna shout out to Bluari I’m feeling my youth As I go, shout out to this Bluebooth Bok choy soft boy Bowl of f**kin’ soup You know I’m on one Bowlder Colorado I got those Names in there, and I do care But shout out to my dude Brad Simpson What a pimp, son Shout out to my dude, f**kin' Howie Mandel And also my dude Braden Lawie They are alike, can he Keep going, but will he shout out Branden Hamby? Yes I did And I just shout to Brant and Kenzy And then I keep rappin' in a frenzy Hittin' the right notes As I shout, [07:04:04] [?] I come down from above I gotta give a big shout to Bria Love In the kitchen, too many cooks But as you listen, oh not too many Brian Brooks I am not an old man (yet) But I shout out to Brian P Goldman What a vet Damn, in a minute I'ma shout out Briana Buchanan Got a hundred grand Says that I will shout out Briana f**kin' Tran Money like a Visa Shout out to Brisa But I'm just on my D 'Cause I wanna shout out Brawn Windy Woah, shout out to Brother Nature Is that really Brother Nature? That's so sick, I'll make sure You think so? That'd be pretty cool Gotta see if it's true, take him to f**kin' school Well, he could take me to f**kin' school, that's true Now I'm gonna get back on the shout outs man, I rule-- he rules. [Laughs] I'm in the game, I'm heavy in the brain Shout out to Bruce Shane And you know that I don't stress But I gotta shout out to BTDDS On the couch like a blob Big shout out to Buh-Bob I'm hitting these beats like a fungo But I gotta shout out this next person, Bungo! But I am not failing, ya Shout out to Caitlin Porter from Australia I just getting my reps As I'm shouting out this dude, Caleb Eps Soft like velum Damn, I shout out my dude Callum Tell him, he's so fresh And Cassidy Cotilla You are the rila One A gorilla When it comes to being a friend of donations Thank you for your support of the nation And you know that daddy I gotta shout out Sidaddy Maddy Champion, my dog, is the best This not a slog I have no fatigue When I gotta shout out my dude Charles League But I gotta say hey to Che And you tell me to shout out to Chelsea And you put me in a position to shout out Chool Kaputtsky What's up? And thanks for the patches and dope sh*t You're f**kin' really cool, I hope you know it But I gotta Come from my medulla oblongata Shout out to Chris and Ramona Mada And my biggest simple wish Is to give a shout out to this dude Chris Fish And I gotta raise the roof As I shout out to my dude Chris Floof That's awesome [Laughs] You know I say this As I shout out another Chris, Chris Jones from Vegas And from the Bay I shout to Clay I am no pisher Shouts to Colin Swisher I deliver, with my ray gun Like an alien as I shout out the city of Copenhagen I say this Shout out to Courtney Davis I am tough Shout out to Cream Puff You can see me Shout out to Cyphen CG I’ve got - I live life con brio So shout out to D-Man and the trio I don’t hesitate To shout out my main f**kin’ man Daiman Kaites And I gotta shout out to Dana Shout out to Daniel F, a playa In my head and respect every day I don't cease But also shout out to Daniel Gilease Oh, no, shouts to David Ho Too cool, shouts to Dawson Hool I play this, I shout out to Deana Chavis I go berserk as I shout to De Burke I'm deep in the cuts as I shout out Deez Nuts Shout out to Barlowe, and Devin Harlow You know I'm mean in the scene And I shout Devin and Deans I go through this list, I shout Drew I admit, I'm a shark, like a Mako Shouts to Diego I'm on, yo Got like a shout out to Dmitri of Toronto I wonder if they're related to Pat Dmitri I don't know man, they can't even see me Probably not I just smile a bit As I shout out DJ Nihilist I got no regard for you As I shout out Do Regard Do Regard, man, I am going hard I will never call it quits Double shout out to Dominic, f**kin' Dominic Who he is? Light a f**kin' doobie, doobie is He crazy, man, he jizz Every time he go, he's in love with his flow He's a slave to the beat, shout out to Dr Dave Don't relax, shout to Drew Max Go harder, shout out to drink water Okay, I will I'll listen to your skill of persuasion As I go in I'm saying I keep on baying Out 'cause you know I just am relaying In the brain I remain Insane But I'm sayin' Shout out to Dylon Maine And my slim, shout out to Ekin Shout out to the boss, Elen Ross As I say with my vox I gotta say, no stranger Shout out to Elena And release Shout out to Elese And your hill to die on is my girl Elon Morel And I get a lift From the moment that I get to shout Ellie Smith And you are really healing me Shout out to Elliot from New Zealand And pulling my verbal chariot Shout out to Emily Iscariot Damn it Shout out to Emmet Shout out to epileptics all on the optics Shout out to Epic Yup, can't f**kin stop this I just f**kin' keep going and I f**kin’ rock this Flow I smoke on the hemp Shout to Eron Kemp Y'all can't believe When I stare at ya And shout Eryca Marie Eryca Marie! Can you see me? Did I mention, I'm from the bay When I say shout out to Eustacia K I hear they're making Dune My name's George, but shout out to Forge Lord Fewn Do you remember Gak? On Nickelodeon, hey, shouts out to Frack I do what it do with my ute Everybody shout to Francis Flute I swing from these verbal vines like Tarzan Shout out to Frank the tank, f**kin’ Marzan I’m no Hyde, no Jekyll, shout out to freckles I am feeling feckless and reckless I am in a whirlwind Shout out to all my friends from Berlin I'm on ya Like all the people I wanna shout out from Northwest Iowa Right now I've got a hot hand On the mic so I'm sending shouts to Scotland I am f**kin' goin, damn, ham So I'm shouting out this dude, Frothingham I am not human, I'm the Terminator So shout out to Furman He is just doing the goddamn thing So I wanna say, do not pull my strings Like I said, how now brown cow Gotta send this shout out to Gabbo the clown from downtown How are you doing Wanna send a shout out to Gabriel Howard You ruined my f**kin' chance of not saying your name But now I did the dance and now I got-gotta play I'm a little giddy ho And I wanna shout out to Giddy Video I'm feeling like a squirrel Shout out to Gilroy's World I'm not dumb Shouts to Glynn Crumb Hey, Go Devils Go Red Devils I am on the level UHS, that's my high school, I got no stress I wanna get paid for my friends Shout out to Gold Grenade I am not gonna end Sayin in the studi-o Gotta shout out my friend f**kin’ Gooby, yo Are you Gooby? Oh sh*t, man, that is legendary Man I gotta kill it, shout to Grant Philips I'm getting smelly on the mic, shouts to Gregory Kelly I f**kin' like you Shout to Grow Dude I got the know 'tude Shout out to gurns And all my hernias I got as I burn I am the man Shout out to Han Damn a Really big shout out to Hannah And to get more specific from the boy Damn I wanna send a shout out to Hannah Joy And shout out to Judge Judy And I wanna say, happy birthday Trudy Happy birthday, I get no flack, son Wanna send a shout out to Harry Jackson Shout out to your mother and fadder and your daughter And also shout out to Harry Potter Hey, winning this race, my friend Havel of Grace I do remain, shouting out Hayley Jane C I gotta shout Heather B And my dude with the other last name initial Henry P Oh no, he is gonna go so long on this dope flow Shout out to Hernando de Soto And he's getting real clean Shout out to the Hit lil’ slot machine But I'm gonna get silly Shout to Hole Willy I don't back out, but I shout out f**kin' Holly Stackhouse I get really really cool Gonna shout out to Hussar, all in the school I do it pronto Shout out to Ian Taunto You are so bonito And bellow I want to shout out Imogen Soutos Costello In the brain Shout out to Indie Rain And them my man Ivan And you know I’m on I want to shout out to Jay Levon You cannot cap me Shout out to my friend Rodriguez Jackie Shout out to my friend Hayden And also my son Jayden And this is a web URL I’m illin’ Shout out to jaykedillon.co Oh Go to that URL if you want to, so Free advertising, ten bucks, shucks That’s a good deal Will I heal? I’ll just keep going, that’s real I’m not lame Shout out to James Robertson He’s not my son, does he have one? I don’t know But shout out to Jane And if I’m not in ya mind Shout out to Jay D from Virginia, behind You, tap tap, did you see me? Oh no, that’s unseemingly He goes so fresh man, he flows He, he, shout out to Jayleen Z But I gotta leave the past behind Shout out to Jaycee the mastermind Shout out to my belly, from eating this pasta And shout out to Jelly I carry a rare load On my back, shout out to Jen Cisneros I am no decoy Shout out to Jerod, McDonald Evoy I am no half-stepper But shout out to this dude, f**kin’ Jesper And you know I keep on Shout out to Jess Schwall And say yes, y’all, yes yes y’all And shout to Jess, the best, but also, a mess Yo, if I was on Facebook, I’d give you a poke Jessie Gotchall says Stay Strong As An Oak Everything is A-OK And it’s A-OK ‘cause I’m feelin’ like I don’t play ‘Cause everybody in this chat is equal Biggidy big ups to Jiggidy Jay Peoples I got an inkling I’m about to send a shout out to Jinking Shout out to Obama And also Joe Mama And also Joe, Michelle, and f**kin’ Beadle [?] [07:16:20] [?] You can’t put a camel through the eye of a needle I’m not tacky like Helga Pataki but shouts to Joe Mackie Shout out to yo mom Shout out to Joe Hawn I’m not a belchner- I’m not a belcher But shouts to Johnathan Chilchner And I say Shouts to Johnnie Ray I gotta shout out my dude Josh Buck Walter The buck stops with him, he won’t falter He’s so ill Also, shouts to Joshua ‘The Scrub’ Marsell Hey, see, also shout out to JP Yo, he’s better than a f**kin’ old Camaro Shout to Juan DeMarro You are tearing me a new one Shout out to Just Jeremy, I’m drawing a blank When I gotta shout out to Kal Kool Shrank Katnap, shout out to you Yes I did that Shout to Kate W I don’t mean to trouble you Lately, shout out to Katie And it’s her sister, Katie Stitzer Making me feel so good Shouts to Kaitlin Ekin Yo, I’m say-o Shout out to Katrina Matteo I feel on the wheels of steel My brother Max Miller Lauren Shout outs to Katrina Zeals Shout out to the creep dude Dawson Shout out to my girl Katie Lawson Shout out to all these names that remain And that includes this person, Kalie Jane You know I’m stealing this damn record Shout out to Keelin Shout out to Keyes And Katelin DeWall Miller You know that you are all iller Than anyone I've ever met in my whole life Shout out to Kayley Leveret Also iller than anyone that I've ever met You can't test me Shout out to my girl Kelly Estee On rap, I'm a lifer I wanna say shout out to Kenny Pifer I'm going in Shout out to Kim And the one Lauren You know I'm about to explode When I shout out my main girl Keera Lano I’m not a diver, I’m a striver Shout out to KSU, f**kin' Chiver [?] [07:18:31] [?] And you are handsome, see I wanna say that handsomely To Landon G And you are not quite my boo, but you're cool When I sound this shout out to Lauren LaRue Word Shout out to Leg-off Bird I'm so hard when I shout Lena and Lars I take my test, I shout out Leslie The coolest f**kin' mom in the whole miz-midwest Yo, I see by your reactions I'm about to give Levi some action Also shout out to Leyona She's so great man, I gotta stay on her In telling her she is so wild and so fresh I get my mind straight And then I shout out Lindsay Nephenstein Wait, I already did it Wanna send a big shout out with no edit To this one that says love to all the queer kids I hope I got loud so you can hear it And I gotta get gritty Send a shout out to Lieutenant Smiddy Lucy T, the real MVP And also Ludo like Judo, don't envy me I'm the duke, I get up in the booth and I shout out to Luke I'm telling you, shout to Love Helica I'm a damn machino When I shout out my dude Machinarino As far as you can tell Send a big shout out to Maggie Ladell Mary Lou GB, all of you see me, I just get beastly, as I just do these I take um some time To shout out my dude Mason and then rewind And also Matthew Polka I can chalk ya up to being one of the best Whoever did it ribbit ribbit the frog Gets off the log, then shouts some Poggers Then you know that literally I'm about to shout out my dude Matt AKA Chimney And then we got the baddest win in the whole world It's the best one, Madison Madison, matricin, get up in my brain And she knows she remains as the best one Yo, on the wheels on steel brunch on Sunday with its warden Getting you settled out straight, man, recording Shout out to Matthais W, won’t trouble you Hey, gonna shout out the due Maze Gonna shout out Me and My Puppy Guppies Shout out to Megan Bentley She sent me to say that to you Gotta say gladly Shout out to Mel E Hanvy And I'm not dulling my mind When I send a shout out to Merissa Cullen then rewind 'Cause I do this again When I shout out Michael James Millicen It is my show and tell When I shout out to my main girl Michelle But more specific, get em more When I shout out to Michelle d**kinson from Livermore, BAY AREA! Hey hey hey But also wanna shout out to Michigan's bay 'Cause it's a good day when the bay gets together Thru any weather You know you can't sever our ties I get lost I'm like Adam Tevin from Boston Mike Adam Tevin from Boston I don't send respect, and you know I send a check To my dude who's not drunk, it's Mikel Monk But, he's just pimped so hard Milo Simpson, he is so great man And you know there is no talkie Way to say, shout out to Milwaukee Shout out to Mill Watsky You can't stop me See me This pre-me, shout out to Mimi And I sake a bit of time To collect my thoughts and slow down the rhyme And I shout to Mindy Davidson You could just say it's um The best person on the whole list But I don't know if you exist Yo, Drake said YOLO Shout out to Miranda loves Ben Solo I'm in the air in a heli Shouts to Mitch and Kelly Oh, did you rang? Shouts to Mitchell Ilang Mmkay, shouts to MK Like my dude, no way, from f**kin' South Park Mr. Mackey, he's the best I gotta freaking tell you, they put me to the test I do my duty, shout out to Moody But you know I got the spirit Shout out to Moonlit If it's dark or not I shout to Morgan Parker, I'm hot I got the MP3s But my own damn way As I send a shout f**kin' out to MPJ And I got the grunge like Seattle Send a shoutout to Munge, battle Anybody and the murder hornets Comin' to the Midwest, hope they do not get us That'd be pretty scary, they are f**kin' huge And it seems like they have got a bad attitude And I gotta blinky blinky Shout out to my friend who says My Dog Twinky Shout out to Mike Kaplin Hey what's happenin' Cappin' You can't tell me not to shout out my dude, Nate LC You all make me so proud, man, this whole crowd Shout out to the Neutrality Official on f**kin' SoundCloud Okay You’re so dapper Shout out to Newsense Rapper I’m on one, I’m off those, shouts to Nia Kaufus I leave, then shout out Nick Beeb Then I shout, Nick in Connecticut Get a bit Setting it straight on the track Shout to Nick Stack And then you're gonna see Shout out to Nicol McGee AKA The Famsky Mom, see And then the best, uh, one yet That I’ma gonna shout Nikola Tesla Making all these lights go blinking and Edison getting all the credit but Now he is getting less, no stress Shout out to Nils Thrills, Pills, Automobiles Shout out to the OG, Pacotaco I got flow, and you see my eye Shout out to Ohio Riot DIY When I drive on by You do it your way Shout out to the city Oslo Norway Shout out to Swedish fish And my dude Papa Swish I do it f**kin’ passionately When I feel I mastered the beat Shout out to Passionately Man that's your name, and I see And I go Krav Maga I shout out Pat Dawve When I’m up on y’all, you know I can’t stop I get illa Then a damn gorilla When I'm on track, shouting out Patrick Casilla And you do not play Penelope is f**kin' 8 months today So, congratulations, does that mean that you got a baby on the way That’s about to pop out and say hey hey Now I'm a f**kin' human, living breathing sh*tting pooping type of being And I am just f**kin' stooping to your level and you know that I won't settle for the worst I am a baby and a cradle to the hearse I will live my freaking life just as best as I can And you know I'm not going to f**kin' take this damn Damneda damn damn whatchu gonna do man I slam up on the mic I’m just feeling gram, I might Okay, I got to be slim Gee, who I am Shout out to Phoebe Lim Shout out to my hero f**kin' Project Zero And against the grain Shouts to Puppy on a Train Shouts to Purple People Eaters And f**kle- f**kin' world beaters And I got to say, it's all real When I shout to Queen Hayley Mitchell I begin to shout out to Quinn I'm lost in your eyes Shout to Rachel Austin I'm insane in the brain Shout out to Rachel Dufrain Shout to the bomb squad And also Radom Stranger danger Shout to Random Ranger I am the main one Shout out to Ratprt from Ireland, love Elena No edit Shout to Raw Monger Poetics And heck yeah Shouts to Rebecca I go so dope Shouts to Rebel without a Cope I’m dropping this treble and bass And you know that I just get all in your face Like a Resa Hurisa Shout out Teresa, believe ya I go with the lav on this wood And I gotta shout out Reed Xavier Chave You can’t tell me Not to shout out Rian and Selby No, I won't do that, don't And I wanna say this name right But I fear that I might not so Don't blight me Don't smite me if I don't Don't f**kin' hit me in the face man I hope that you won't Shout out to Ricardo Scirae And then I wanna get blurry Shout to Ricardo Scurry Then I wanna see ya Shouts to Riva Going so strong Shouts to Robin Wong What could happen, see I wanna shout out to Rosalie and Natalie You know I gotta so mosey And I wanna shout out to Rosie You know that all these playas Want me to shout out my girl Ruby Rayas I do it, all my duty in my hurry Shouts to Sam Early And I’m on the microphone So shout out to Sam Felone I do my duty and I bruise Shouts to Santa Cruz And ever Shouts to Robert and Jordan Sarah - oh Shouts to Sarah and Robert Jordan, fans forever So clever And I wanna say Shout out to f**kin’ Sarah from the Bay B-b-bay bay bay I am so cold I drive a Zamboni Shout out to my girl, Sarah Zamponi I f**kin’ kill it Shout to Scott Philips You know I got flow Shouts to Sean from Chicago And shout out to Sear Lee Sea rain-- hear me Shout out to Sea Rain Searly You know that I just wanna say it right dearly But you know that I cannot say it right nearly But I just try to do my best And come up off the chest I say a big shout out to Shalena Then I have to see If I can give a real happily Nice shout out to Shannon B I think this one's fake But I'm still gonna say it, 'cause I still gotta take Your money Shout out to my dur-dude Cyrus And then the next one that's fake Is my dude Sharona Virus And then I really wanna heal ya I just wanna say, f**kin' shout out to Sheila Robertson And then all day long I gotta keep sending out A shout to Shavone You know what I mean Shout Sierra Stein And I get flow Shout out to Simon and Felix from San Luis of Obispo That's where my Manager's from It's the SLO and you know we go dumb It is the place in the Bay in between the Bay and LA that is on the scene We're all winners Shout out to Skinner Don't go home Shout to Slow and Malone I'm not damning you to no fate But shout to Sorin Vlaming I gotta mean Shout to sour cream I wanna tell ya Shout out to Spella And from the start I gotta shout out to my dude Spencer Hart Not a single f**kin' one of you is basic And that’s why I gotta shout out to Stasic Dude, you f**kin' heard man That I hadda send a shout out to Steff Birdman And this one's not fake I don't think, it's a shout out to Steph and Jake Word to your mother And also from South Park Butters And also my dude Stephen Shutters And evenly wanna send another shout out to a Stephen But this is Steven B, with a V And you know the whole team I wanna shout out to Steve Pack, 13 What you could do is thank me When I send out a big f**kin’ shout out to Subaru I won’t leave you in the dark Shout to Summer Stark I come back again Shout out to Summit Atkinson This one says, Support Gay Rights I f**kin’ agree Yes, that’s tight I’m gonna say it again for those who didn’t hear me Support Gay Rights, Y’all gotta believe me Clearly, I got the lav mic on my chest Shouts to [Tanavi Bajaj] [07:30:58] [?] And no-one in between I gotta send a shout to That Crystal Queen Shout out to the Triplets, Kates Three of you, man, wait That's crazy, that's tight, no debate That's amazing, three f**kin' Kates, triplets, that's blazing Yo, see, I'm gonna send a f**kin' shout out to The Codies And The Dakotas, you know me That's so great man I wish I was a Yogi I'm gonna do the last page first because it’s only got one name And then I can put it to the side, not ashamed So, I don't drive a hearst But I'm so happy I could burst When I send a f**kin' shout-out to Zurst Shout out to The Fire Tiger Gotta send you a reminder You know it's hard When I send a shout out to The Real Charles C And The Rag-Tag Man That is so damn plan By the book I don't wanna look No crook, I'm serious Shout out to Tiberius I'm no mobster Shout out to Tobster And you know you can't see me Feeling so good, it's unseemly Feeling like you got the coochie Shout out to Toki Yamaguchi What am I saying Shout out to Tom Ailing I'm from the Sco, I'm a bro Shouts to Tommy Sco You know that you're so f**kin' cool, man, I'm so Impressed When I set these names in a pile Shout out to Toxic Pepsi Triple E and Texas Crew I don't know, who the heck are you But you sound like some real f**kin' dudes and lasses I rhyme slower than molasses But you can hit me, if you don't like what I’m doing But shout out to Tucker Smithees And I barely begun But I send a shout to Tyler and Laurel Ericson Shout out to Tyson from Canadia You no gotta say it’s cool That I like you bruh, wanna play the rules But I gotta play it cool And shout out to Umbreon And shout out to the great beyond And shout out to Venus van Lubeky How could you do me like that With such a cool name on this list I can’t believe half y’all people exist Shout to Verona Rhymes with Corona Rhymes with muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-my Sharona Shout out to Victoria The flamadity technician from Penn I won’t say it again But you heard what I said And you heard that I’m dead On the mic ‘Cause I’m so grateful That you’re like you are Shout out to ruby Shout out to Violeta Luby Shout out to VV Rivera I could stare all day at you f**kin’ cool people, man Where uh, did you come from I can’t say But I send a shout out to Vulture J Shout out to Walter Weller You’re more money than a bank teller Like I said, makes me wanna burst Shout out to Will Hirsch, put you first You know we’re staying alive Shout out to Won 1995 And to the Nth Degree Wanna send a shout out to Yen Marie Yeah, we did good And I wanna send a shout to Zach Biggood We get more bank than a teller Get more, but I wanna shank-shout out one more time To Zach Wetmore Whoo! That was the whole list Had all these names in my god-damn fist But now I gotta go to the porcelain throne And drain my bone, man, and take it home [Laughs] end Hour Eleven [10:00:00-10:59:59] start As I roll by I see the clouds in the sky Feeling so fly I am a whole guy So please hold my beer As I do something dumb I be gone to come This is my [?] drum My life is not home drum I think that is pretty damn exciting I really love writing I really love Henning Flows, shout out to my dude Henning He's my german promoter And I think he's doper Than any other German Promoter I've ever had Even though he's the only one, man, I'm not mad Okay, a couple sips of water I'm getting hotter, not in the bad way Just gotta put that away I could keep on flowing 'til Saturday I could put the hat away *Nah, I won't do that* I could battle my demons and get vertigo Hope I'm not hurting, yo Since itself in your mind But leave that behind Everything is integral In life, because I'm pimpin' all Avenues like I'm the Scarlet Pimpernel You know that this is swell I italicize for emphasis Gettin this, thankyou for these words you spit and put it to my hat because you’re the sh*t What we got next here, what are we going to do next here This next one is diligent I am not militant My energy is not really spent I feel so elegant My energy's not really spent yet I got some more in the tank Fish name is Hank Feeling fine like candy Remember when Mandy Moore did her version on that song? Sure, I don't know, yo, pass the bong I'm alluring I am luring a fish straight of its mooring You wish that you were on the dock But I clock all of your protests But I am not going to go test you Everything I do is not grotesque You take a mis-cue, cause you know that I miss you Silicon Valley is where my alley is San Francisco, but like the tech biz What the heck is this, all this shiz? All the companies, non-profitable But is there really a f**king future here? I don't man, it's not quite clear But I'll steer clear of investing in the next best thing 'Cause my money will go out my pockets like rockets Fly out with a quickness My fitness is wild Man, check out my style, my smile Oh my God -- his dimples -- it's great! It's the best person ever Do I sound like Donald Trump yet? Wait An eternity to pass before you're burning me This whole class that I know is f**king your degree Man, don't give me the third degree My buttocks are so curve-ery, you could not carve it out Buttocks was the word they left me, so no doubt I am nonchalant I keep on going, I just hit the Bron Are these words coming from the chat? Wow, that's so cool, crap You are the selector I think I am next, or maybe I'm not Maybe I was next, and now I am the past next I no flex, it's a surprise coming up blind to your eyes Shout out to Cool Guys Shout out to the dual I have arranged with you In the next morning, meet with your whole crew 10 paces, then turn, then burn our eyes We smolder as we get older The bullet travels, it unravels The space time continuum It’s like the Matrix, I'm bending over, man I'm done Why did I get into this duel with a random fan idk man i got know idea I'm going ham I'm on the doorstep of time I feel your cold fingers on mine Oh sh*t that was the grinch Oh sh*t, did I flinch? I have no wish list but to Inch myself away from death You know that I got no f**king stress I'm a replica of myself I'm just catsing for my help Feeling like Reptar Feeling like a rap star Know when I can rap bars As I f**king rep hard Rep hard for the Bay For the city I gotta save It's the 415 You come from there, you thrive And you're feeling alive But I can't drive up there 'cause I'm stuck here But I love LA it's been my city for 10 years I just know where my roots grow Shout out to Juno And the planet Pluto And my boy Budo And the dude Buddha You know you could follow him if you really wanna Maybe even reach nirvana Reach nirvana with your momma I don't know Comma Like a flow I don't have much of a beard This much is quite clear But I got a couple hairs on my chin And that's all I really need to win And I got this little funky soul patch If I cut it off, will it grow back? Yeah, probably, but not more I think I got more on my cheeks I've grown them for weeks but its uneven I've got more on one side, it reeks It sucks more on my left It’s uneven hair, man, I’m distressed But that’s okay Our flaws is what makes us who we are They’re what make me a superstar In my own mind, Vaseline I’m on the scene, I am a queen Feeling erratic Give me no static Shout out to your granny I wonder if your granny won a grammy If so, could she hand me that grammy? I f**king think so I f**king pimp the mic and I reload I just take a heat load Like I am in the oven Covered in stuffing I'm like why didn't you put the stuffing inside? I don't know, it's not for me to decide They don't let me cook at Thanksgiving They don't want my gross vegetarian givings Maybe someone will eat one serving But nobody wants them, man It's hurting my soul One time I made soup It was dope and swole One time I made risotto, oh no I quintoupled the f**king recipe But no one wanted my cooking, it was the best of me That's sad Anyway, we'll go to sleep now You know I cannot f**king sleep now I be how I be always, understand That in these hallways of my mind My mind is so rubbery My girlfriend said cover me And you can discover me Do you know about topiary I am so necessary I cut it like a fancy shrub f**king welcome to the club Gotta give you a clue You know what I can do I'm gonna burn it eternal My cat’s name was Nermal No, no wait that was Garfield I'm out in a far field My mind's feeling far-fetched You know I have not quit yet Now I'm feeling vapid I'm not flowing rapid You know I just can't hit this joint And then spit it candid Or spit in treaties like Candide [?] I'm on a horse, this man-steed is so dope That I got my voice, and I know that I got my choice And it's stupendous Tremendous flow, when I bend this dough For the needs of my friends and the needs of y'all I just get this all of my chest My chest is throbbing like Batman and Robin But I will not be robbing I will not be lobbing softballs all over the plate If I ever get to interview a politician - wait I'm looking for a loophole I'm just trying [?] Get it, too swole Scolded, scalded, man, you know Gotta keep it simple On a lake as I ripple Feeling my nipple Flowing to the tempo Never let this end, no I'm a real rice bloke I will not choke I don't do coke Well, I did a couple times I didn't like it I thought I kinda had to try it But it wasn't for me and I stopped Two times - three times? Man, I dropped Some acid, though, out in Venice At the Biennale with my dentist That was f**king cool, man That was better than some school, man I furrow my brow vexingly No witches are hexxing me I do it to the nth degree I do it so specially Cardiac is my speciality You got no space balls I could just make all Of your dreams come true Give you a harpoon And a damn balloon To pop I'm in the navigator With an alligator They say "See you later" They say "Meet me later at the pie spot" Grab some pie and some coffee All these people get off me It’s just me, Watsky But you know that I'm not gonna be pulled To your dimensions and ambitions Did I mention that occasionally I get anxiety? I have no real piety I don’t know why it’s me in this body, but it is So I try to be An okay type of dude in my daily life In my daily doings, and maybe I Succeed from time to time and Do good from rhyme to rhyme But I am keenly aware that when you see me, you stare 'Cause you're like "He looks like some dude who might make me c*m Just by looking." Oh, are you booking me with your eyes? Are you cucking me? Why are you doing that? You could rap about yourself in a strange day Maybe you do every damn day If so, you should send me the link And when I’m not rapping for 33 hours straight I think I’d try to watch you If you sneeze, I would say “Achoo” If you f**king fall, I gotchu I try to get you up with my trust fall I try to f**king say “f**k all my doubts All the dark thoughts” I try to danish those harlots I’m out at a used car lot Singing some dope harmonics SInging some harmonies The devil can't be harming me I got this great fantasy That I'm on the faculty at my old school But the school is in high rule I’m not quite squeamish I’m just on the scene, sh*t Munching and munching On this flow, I just jump in All my hair is really bunchin’ And I’m eating my luncheon Snap back on this velcro They all say say "Hell no" I all say “Elmo: But I know my elbow is really close But you still can't bite it That's a Russian proverb You know I won't hide it I won't hide it on my timeline You know that I'm fine I'm not dying on the vine But I need to remind you To rewind this like the time lapse I might collapse I might collate myself into notes And then go late into that deep dark night But not gently, man, I won't go They meant me to go so fiercely You know you can't pierce me With your arrows and your slings You know you can't bring me down When you see this crown, I will not be drowned Do it all for pocket change Do it all and remain I see some words from the chat Thank you, man, I heard that I think I'll get - woah, these are lots of words -- Maybe not, you know that you make me hot Under the collar, holler for a dollar Was that Honey Boo Boo? I don't know You do the math Who do you think you are? I came so far Words from the chat: cuc*mber Up my butt, that makes me not slumber Rip me in half, that would make me laugh I am not better than John Cena I no go bigger -- Cena, Mena Pause, makes me pause, I can’t get ya I am the supreme, dream team You know that I mean on the scene Play a small violin, hell no I play a small cello I just grate this cheese But that was unsubstantiated I don't know if I did or not Shout out to Itero [?] Shout out ot Jonah Hill I'm like "Yo it's real" I won't ostracize anyone with weird eyes f**king Asian [?] orange, what rhymes with orange? You know what rhymes with orange? George Kind of, it's a slant rhyme But I gotta dance, I'm happy What’s hydrophobic? Afraid of water? You know you go quick into dissing me Are you saying that water on my lips has been missing me? Sticking me in the back with these kind of sideways disses I don't know, man Water gets kisses from my lips I'll f**king kiss this straw, and I get this raw When I get this H2O, me and my duo - partner Start your car, but you know I'm not a starter I am not harder than whatever's inside your Larter You got some hard tack, our crack at this is you know Rio with the hard pack [?] f**king Mazel Tov I could knock your nozzle off Like matzo ball soup I'm just saying "Whoop whoop!" Shout out to Deadpool I think it really rules I'm ridonkuous I drive a Tonka truck In an increment, it's like sink or swim I am not a fisherman But then I just begin I'm really wildin' all over the place I need a Tylenol This is drastic What the f**k is endoplasmic? Oof, gotta boof my strawberry smoothie Up my damn coof I don't know -- for a booboo hole What could be that rhymes with coof Stick in the opposite of my body’s roof That was rude Oh sh*t, man, damnnit He just wove a damn vocal tapestry Just clappin' the mic And do it so laughably You know I stay on ya My words in layers like some lasagna I'm no Flanagan Irishman doing damn shenanigans Actually, man, I'm like quarter Irish On my mom's side, but I just get Eilish Billie Eilish on the mic, really stylish Man, I'm batting my eyelids I play the etude, no attitude And then I play the prelude Out of order, I make my own rules Got a camcorder, it's so cool I play that mandala But you know I swallow all of my pride Popeye is all in my eye In my grill, eating his goddamn spinach Why you like that sh*t so much man, what is this? I am hella bae Hella bae'd out, as clear as cellophane What the hell remains after that sh*t out on Anza [?] Aguirre, a whole damn bonanza Hear me, I live out on Cabrillo [?] I scrub like a brillo pad It's the texture of my hair And my next flow is recipe Y'all really got the best of me All the quality ingredients You know that you see me slip I’m like a bonsai tree. I grow so slow That I’m on my back, I barely move When I flow, I am like a kind of lizard Maybe, I don’t know, which kind - A baby f**king kimodo? Do they go slow or do they go real fast? Ask someone else, I don’t know, I f**king pass I’m so f**king pure All my references are so f**king obscure They're like, "Damn, you suck more than a f**king vacuum" That's not true, I f**king thank you For reminding me that time is now To do what I do, I'm quite down You, though, are out there like Pluto I don't take caloric readings into account But I am just prehistoric, on some mesozoic era sh*t I am very Land Before Time, man, it’s very quipped Well equipped, like Littlefoot or Petrie Man I will not razzle you, I'm not dazzled I don't embezzle funds from these funds, I won't take a dollar Not a red cent, I won't holler Man, f**k this breeze comin' through on my knees I'm Chuck E. Cheese I got this piranha flow, I got the jump off. man So Geronimo! Man, I'm on the way down But they can't take my crown With these verbal ballistics, I need these statistics The elephant in the squad Is not relevant, man, that's odd I just rhyme frequently And I do it with indecency But I got respect from all where my peers intersect But I connect with yo on my goddamn Rolodex Not in my Rolls Royce I have just got no choice I'm a cuck That's not true, try my luck That's the first thing that I said when the cuck card popped up I don't watch my girlfriend f**k others That would be kind of strange for our relationship, ayeee Don't wanna play that way It's okay if you do, but that not my thang thang I brang brang rhymes and I try to sang sang Get some more protein, you know that I mean What I seen, I am not a dinkle leaf [?] Little type of periwinkle That was a very poorly constructed rhyme But you know, f**k, I can find sometimes I'm behind my mind in my mouth ways You know I go gray [?] I just get all in, I am just fallin' Sometimes I say "f**k it," I got a little whack nugget of rhymes And then I put it to the side And then I just rewind my mind And get these rhymes so hectic When the morning becomes eclectic Shout out to KCRW Support your local stations, it won't trouble you Getting so mega Buying a ham, bacon, cheese at a bodega I just gotta say I don't know how to play The next word in the pile It really makes me spile But repugnant is not an easy word to rhyme So I put it at the top of the rhyme and I'm fine And I'll need some caffeine in a couple hours When I'm on the damn scene, but for now I'm f**king good as hell Unscrewing my mind, man, you can tell That is coming off like a relief cap that I just had to doff I hope you don't scoff if I just seem soft I feel animated, I feel that I made it -- oh sh*t! What we got now? Kush Mody, throwing it down Can I get just a bit more volume? I am just callin' em It feels good to f**king flow the Mody beat Maybe a little more even? Just a f**king smiggen I am not a stool pigeon -- that's awesome Shout out to the DJ, replay Everything you said, man, I'll relay All inside of my head Minding my own business until I am f**king dead Man, remember Kush Mody, out in Boston We got lost in the sauce and we did it Man, we knew each other so long I can’t even believe that we been so strong And with Jackson out in the winter We were like Master Splinter You remember, we were doing it We were making that music sh*t I'm so proud and glad at how far we've come And how far we had to run I'm flipping like an acrobat on the beat Can you f**king handle that? I will repeat this It's about connectivity This is nativity It's like the young Christ giving me strength I don't think twice, I just go back I'm a player, but I don't crush a lot I just wanna hit the beat a lot I f**king got to repeat you, I'm useful But you know that I am full I'm not just reactive I'm radioactive But I am that kid And I take it back quick The next word is adultery f**king plucked like upholstery [?] The beat keeps on thumpin' Kush mody on the beat keep on bumpin' The hour gettin' ungodly Will I keep on going Probably I don't wanna create a fiasco Just because of my wack flow I wanna keep on goin' I wanna keep on rowin' 11:02:50 Shoutout to kudy hodge He does his duty He’s a god On the mic Like supposedly You know that yo it’s me I got it in the pocket I gotta f**kin’ lock it Down When I get downtown No matter what they’re tellin’ me It’s all about utility And whatever they be sellin’ me Shoutout to bella me Yeah mister bill bellame I’m trying to make the vibe intimate I’ll be back in a little bit But I never stop hittin’ it I’m just trying to pick a bit This is my distribution I’m just trying to hit this bullsh*t Feelin’ f**king mystical Like I said I will hit the wall I might need a thermometer If you just have to monitor How hot my flows are heating up I’ve got to f**king tell you I am speeding up But that sh*t is not something i can maintain Because my brain if f**king mush Records I won’t falsify I am just calling my Shots Everything good in the jood Great I just keep on flowing and relate Shoutout to octopu**y The move movie you can’t push me It was 007 He was going up to heaven But that to damn nation Imm now at my station Rapping Me ego Is to keep flow- Ing til we go Go into that cold cold night Shoutout to snow hite That was cool And renknowned The flow is evrlasting I am always balsting Thebeat ont he stereo Ih sh*t Watsky Look man Here we go Hes rocking the mic Hes not stopping to hike up his jeans Or his shorts Or his shirt He doesnt have time for that Man he hurts This mic Is the inly thing that he hurts That hes not a f**king pacifist Against and again I ask the mic If he believes he is just hurt ???? Bu that was something we tried to f**king prove But I am not a hoodlum I keep dropping these good Um Flows Some get stuck in my esophagus Thats where its just stoppin’ it Feelin’ good tho A few hours ago It felt like I might not flow Like my throat was getting real kinda sh*tty But then it got better Why you stay with me Feelin’ so witty Shoutout to my dude schmitty And nitty gritty The DJ Man, he's probably not with me But he did a couple dates on the warped tour I just wanna move your Body Shoutout to the beatpork State 2014 We were great Shoutout o my girl kflay She's got a verbal aka-47 thousand Deep inside her chest Shens reknowned Shes great Shes hounding Shes got that rhym caviar I say daddy are You Willing to take top billing To f**king build me up and sign cor ranfycking building Be ause I an not a home owner And that is not great But don't all our states change with the covid Man some people having no kids Because this changed our whole worlds No little boys or girls And maybe wait a bit Or don't I don't know That's your life Do whatever you want with your time Because our lives are so bountiful And we gotta just power through Live and thank ourselves and our lucky stars Or wonder where the f**k we are In the universe This is so true it hurts But I'm not a salesman I'm more a drink and an ale man Bringing the truth like a mailman Feeling like a maniac Flowing like a brainiac Because you know that the way I rap Is so goddamn loquacious That I'm saying it's gracious When I'm on the mic I say sh*t But otherwise I might not like to say But I can’t just put this damn mic away I'm in my cubby hole Hiding out 'Cause you know that my buddy's roll It's a scout If the teacher is coming Playin' hide-go-seek and you know that I'm drummin' On a melody Tell me f**king Makaveli Do you smell me You know I get heli- Coptered out of my own mind The doctor proctored my test But you need not remind me That this life is cyclical I’m putty in god’s hands man My buddy It's f**king paramount To get a golden parachute This life is rare amount of time But you know that we get the shoot We're gonna lose and dilute And leave a weird rsidue I don't know Who are you All of these night critters Are giving me real jitters In the morning I won't eat fritters I'll probably eat more smoothie I wonder how much more there is A lot It doesn't have much fizz Although at some point I have to drink the redbull-y And then you will have to pull me Up On my ass from the couch And I don't know if I doubt Myself I just drop these lyrical thesis Theoretical theses You know I make theses Flows I got no place- Bo Boop And it doesn't make me mad Shout out to Adam, that's the supper of dead I'm gettin' all in Shout out to Ben from [?]
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