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Jul 2, 2017 | 9:26 PM EDT
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9.5 MB
4 min 8 sec
Score
4.68 / 5.00

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Genres:
Hip Hop, Rap, R&B - Hip Hop - Modern
Tags:
rap
sophisticated
farts
intellectual

Author Comments

Beat by Liberal Shimmering

Lyrics:

I’m the best clown in this amusement park
I check it down, I come correct with stupid bars
I snap strings to bust melodies on new guitars
I crack the chassis from the back seat of a blue car
My comput-Ar, has some many infections,
My favourite produc-Ar is from Utah; give her a blessin’
remember to spay and nuet-AR; don’t forget Bob’s lesson
Now let’s go cook up the burg-ARs with Jon Benjamin
A subtle Segway , I roll through topics, I’m mechanical
but I’m so random, you’d think I’m a half baked animal
But even then, I wouldn’t be caught on that hash tag flow
Because simple gimmicks and me: incompatible
I fell off the saddle, but no bronco can break my spirit
I hold onto the reins, this vessel goes where I steer it
I don’t fear evil, because it’s usually just an appearance
Just like the substance of these bars, fuck these lyrics
-HOOK-
Dumb Bars, I could spit them in my sleep
Dumb Bars, I don’t know what I speak
Dumb Bars , I’m a Neon beast!
Dumb Bars, , yo, they rhyme, at least

I’m the best clown in this amusement park
I check it down, I come correct with stupid bars
I snap strings to bust melodies on new guitars
I crack the chassis from the back seat of a blue car
My comput-Ar, has some many infections,
My favourite produc-Ar is from Utah; give her a blessin’
remember to spay and nuet-AR; don’t forget Bob’s lesson
Now let’s go cook up the burg-ARs with Jon Benjamin
A subtle Segway , I roll through topics, I’m mechanical
but I’m so random, you’d think I’m a half baked animal
But even then, I wouldn’t be caught on that hash tag flow
Because simple gimmicks and me: incompatible
I fell off the saddle, but no bronco can break my spirit
I hold onto the reins, this vessel goes where I steer it
I don’t fear evil, because it’s usually just an appearance
Just like the substance of these bars, fuck these lyrics

Stupid Bars, I could spit them in my sleep
Stupid Bars, I don’t know what I speak
Stupid Bars , I’m a Neon beast!
Stupid Bars, , yo, they rhyme, at least

It’s not a challenge though,
if you can harness your spirit animal
You can handle anything with instinct
I’m marking territory every time I take a leak
Call me the wiz kid, I just had coffee, so I probably gotta Pee

Some times I stand up, sometime I sit down
Some times it a clean stream, over time it squirts around

Usually, I don’t write songs about my urinary habits

I often mention feces, so now you get the complete package.
Piss and shit in a different pile is fertilizer

Sprinkle that on the lawn to make my world brighter
Admire the grass on the other side, let envy turn me green
Guess what, now camouflaged and I don’t even know what this all means.

Dumb Bars!

Sometimes this birdman feels likes Phil Ken Sebben
“Ha! HA!: I’m certain , that helps me blend in
Its Effective, this sudden optimism got me lifted
All of a sudden the clock stops tickin’ and I can start living.
I’m partially driven by the devil’s lettuce in a spinach salad
medicated oils, this is a bowl of heavenly cabbage
Back up, what’s going on, oh ya, a buffet at the bakery
Stoke the oven, bribe the chef that is catering
I need special that, I want special this
Erase that pencil scratch, call In a specialist
Oops, I had a mental lapse, get me some kettle chips
I’m loosing cognitive functions, I’m on my mellow shit
don’t talk to me now, all that bullshit is irrelevant
I watching a the world burn, I’m not embellishing one bit.
With the fellowship, my circle holds it down
But let’s be honest, even the humble clowns can’t hide their frowns.

It’s sad time in the world today.
I don’t know how to cope, I don’t know what to say
These words are absurd, but there is something on display
under the surface, there’s a message imprinted in the clay

Reviews


KleptoidKatKleptoidKat

Rated 5 / 5 stars

what spew, theres a lot of outrageous lyrics in here. never about that fake shit, only original expressions, and its kind of dope.

im digesting it. i like the way you flip flows, and since your ass is grassy when you speak of sudden optimism, i crack up. totally absurd when the haha is represented like this.

a great style here, i noticed that you put a lot of dedication in to the sound of things. big respect, and that album cover is cool too. its on some ruthless type of shit, something that reminds me of how i gotta get updated with my generation. it bridges gaps across language barriers, for sure.

nice outro. we speak radiation.

damn, surfing over libby's beat and shit, great pick. you blessed it. whats that instrument? a piano? and in the hook, is that some type of filtered string sound, repeating?

outer space

Q ~~


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MickeyMao responds:

Thank you kind sir! Really appreciate the listen and thoughts. *See Discord channel for more in depth response to this review.