Anteater

"I want to **** you...**** you...you already know...I wanna **** you...**** you...you already know..."

- Akon

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Anteater's 21 Fav Albums Of 2020

Anteater's Daily Tune Roulette

Kirby

I'll end up posting a lot in here, but here is mine for today...


Fight this phantom, your freakin family will fall flat,
Bump biancas, Beat 'em black and blue with a baseball bat,
Might be a small cat,
But I won't use discretion,
Hit 'em with a weapon if he steppin' with a mall rat,
Twenty Minus Eleven make 'em all scat,
Not prosperous now,
Tech's not with his crowd,
He's lost in his clouds,
Rather be offed than soft with his style,
I got hopes that my life might get better,
But I been broke, So I might swipe ya cheddar,
Ya better get ready to get me, I got a vendetta,
Comin' to get it,
Rather weed or money, whatever,
Nobody said It was gonna be easy,
People deceive me,
And leave me in the dark, and buried off in Necropolis,
One day, you gon' see me on TV,
You better believe me,
Takin' Over, and this is the opposite, [?]
Rewrite my life, give me light in the fight, for what's right,
I'll Liberate Cuidado,
151 Rum is how we run from slim sums, then comes diablo,
I need a medic, 'cause I murder, energetic,
In the Cerebellum, Never tell 'em I got,
One of the worst problems in the medulla oblongata,
You oughta go, I'm one hell of a shot,
No more darkness,
How did I start this?
Feelin' bizarre sh*t,
Like kickin' ya carcass,
I am the ruler in my kingdom, and my dark seat's hot,
Step into my world and your heartbeat stops...

My World - Tech N9ne [ft. Dalima and Brotha Lynch Hung]

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simplephysics

Cryptic on Atom from The Cold Vein by Cannibal Ox

A lot of cats pop shit, I pop apocalypse
Toppin propaganda force fed to the populace
My thoughts run the gamut from outstandin to preposterous
On top of this I move posteriors
Brother impoverished the pac shuries
My process: accomplish through perseverance
Every man's not my brother regardless of appearance
Apprehension clouds the spirit
Tension prepares us for ascension
And at his best is when he breaks conventions
A convenient covenant coveted for conception
We're all from the same mold: spores and bacteria
Those woulda fear me others would thaw hysteria
A claustrophobic neurosis in this masquerade ball of fake glasses and big noses
Molasses splashes explosive flows
Two exposed pinocchios growin nose
Composed of compost compositions
Those clothes are gettin a little close fittin
I stop this shit and I'm over-confident
The script's compliments of my frozen mic dominance
A passively aggressive testament, thats how I'm reppin shit

Sooo good.

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one font under god

Trauma

I take it you like Tech N9ne lol.

This is a great song.


I forgot to include MC Lars - "Generic Crunk Rap"
The only good song he ever put out.

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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño

Surell

Yeah Straight off the corner Apple and Eagle
Brave hard bitch like the times Im medieval
Married to the block, Divorce the Cathedral
Standin on the corner selling Porcelean to People
Forced into evil, Its all in your head
It's also cerebral, call me Canival
You follow when i lead you
Straight to the needle
The barrel, the battle, the beetles will eat you
Mama named Cita, I love You Cita
Member when your pussy Second husband used to beat ya
Remember when i went into the kitchen got the cleever
He aint give a **** i aint give a **** neither
He could see the devil, see the devil in my features
You could smell the ether
You can see Cita
You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features
I am her voice and the World is my speaker
Im speakin

It's basically the Playin With Fire verse, but it sounds better on World of Fantasy.

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hcazkelley

there is a song by a white girl and it says some like short shirts mini skirts and then something dosedoe i think. if anyone knows i

pourmeanother

Opio in "Burnt"

"Da-be-boop
Bop your head to this
Mischievous
Soul socidle idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writer
Might not be the greater innovator of the rhyme scheme
My style is the visine to get your eyes opening
This Raggedy Andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow
While the teapots blow off steam like a kettle
You hip to the hop I kick I trip the life fantastic
Gettin into the mood that have been a pornographic
The vandal with the vocals making them locals go insane
The regal rhymer speak sustenance for the brain
Get frisky with the phrases as you praise this like a deity
The one of liberated soul, control for infinity
Got style by the square mile
Cats got a finer child
Hieroglyphics full of lifted rhythms for the meanwhile
Articulate my lingo as I mingle in my medium of speech
And reach to pop profits as I ponder and teach
A smidgen of religion to the fraudulent
Listen, pay attention, I'm the master of this convention
Kick the wicked and wild style
While you're stutterin just like Smiley
Skippin singles of your saturn dreams
Too bad it seems you try me
A wiser wordy wisit pays a visit to your subconsience
Crush you under and extinguish all the nonsense
Optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift
Like Mercury
Mercy me
I show I've got the gift"


I know it's not accurate because there's a lot of questionable areas, but it's better than any of the lyrics for it I've seen out there.

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Life is just blah, blah, blah
You hope for blah
And sometimes you find it, but mostly it's blah
And waiting for blah
And hoping you were right about the blahs you made
And then, just when you think you've got the whole blah'd damn thing figured out
And you're surrounded by the ones you blah
Death shows up... anddd blah, blah, blah.

Surell

With my spine up agaist these
Tagged up brick walls
Fliip grams, quick hands, Quicksand Pitfalls
Big Balls intact, through error Syntac's
That Stormy Weather where the Trees dont bend back
Left home at 16
I aint never been back
When it come to being broke i say i never been flat
A punk ass bitch i aint never been that
Reminisce how Daddy got a Schlitz in his lap
IN his newport box with only one stick left
Snort heroin then he'd shove me in the chest
Used to really believe, I never be the best
Hell must be on my shoulders Cuz the devil seen the rest
Right on it through his binge's and
Then poisonous Syringe's
Beaten on my mama kicked the doors of the hinges
I wish i was old enough to stop him when he did it
So long agao but even I cant forget it
So listen

AND

Demonic in my presence
Street corner like a reverend
Tryna find the change, Shining lightining like im in heaven
Triple seven, Triple Six
Trebulations, Triple trip
Triple grip, triple spitiin' like a had a trple lip
Lets make simple sense of the main difference
Angel if Death's Wing gotta s sinner in a Clench
Revolver in my fist, Earthworm to a fish
Bait on the line watch me cath them with this
Hope flound compound off round White rock
Ballin like Earl man i go in his high tops
Third eye cyclops, beaten down by five cops
Left for dead and it aint even my block
Think of my pops, thinkin of my moms
Rather be just blazin listenin to Saigon
Cuz when u think up, God strikes you down
Body full of current lightenining never hit the ground

Question, judging by these verses, seem like a good act to check out.

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Andrew3000

It's the return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that's on that blow
that run up in yo' crib which contains
your lady and an 8 month old
child to raise plus you true blue 'bout this music but
they do not want to hear it because they'd
rather be bouncin' and shootin' and killin' and bouncin'
and **** get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
them niggas that thank [think] you soft
and say y'all be gospel rappin'
but they be steady clappin' when you talk about
bitches & switches & hoes & clothes & weed
let's talk about time travelin' rhyme javelin
somethin' mind unravelin' get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
them niggas who got them kids
who got enough to buy an ounce
but not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo
or to the park so they grow up in the dark never
seein' light so they end up being like yo' sorry ass
robbin' niggas in broad ass daylight get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
them niggas that get the wrong impression of expression
Then the question is Big Boi what's up with Andre?
Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he ***?
When y'all gon' break up? When y'all gon' wake up?
Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you
you get down!

dark shadow

canibus - poet laureate II

Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please
my intellectual properties are about the size of Greece
Your counselor advised you not to speak
my counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beat
In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better"
even though it sort of irked me
He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination
but he felt he was at its mercy
Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces
the reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me
Couldnt understand what I mean by ill
unless you try to translate what I print to film
This is the line of will, the circle of time
the cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 mind
Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied
Ive personified dry humor of ***-laude alumni
A wise man sees failure as progress
a fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic
And loses his soul in the process
obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content
My style is masterful, multi-lateral
I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel
Words of scourn are a disasterous tool

not the whole verse but my favorite part of it.