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XCpletIIves - Redux
00:53
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Fuck them, fuck her, fuck him, fuck you
Fuck who ain't down, 9 what? (92euce!)
Fuck ya catalogue, it's garbage; if y'all are artists
I'm a god then; fuck it, I called it
Fuck ya fanbase, you got supporters tryna wig out
I'll show up wherever y'all at and air that bitch out
Fuck the law of attraction, it's not law
The only thing that's real is me when I say you ain't got bars
Fuck the politics and credentials
Precise poetic pieces perfected, fuck potential
No longer gentle, my only focus is the hype shit
Plain and simple, I'm old and jaded, I don't like shit
Really? Where? When? Why? How?
Hold up. I don't give a fuck who said what
Lyrical satirical interview over mental
Fuck that; let's get right to the point, I'm here to finish you
It's been a good while since I put my foot in an ass or two
Now, I'm back, with somethin' you can't but gotta answer to
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Soul of a forgotten misanthrope that killed himself
Symbols on a mirror formed by the blood of an infidel
Called my name however many times; then, a scent inhaled
Crash, glass shattered like broken dreams at the age of 12
Emerged from the shelves where the medicine kits was held
Dummy dyin' on the floor by the toilet
and pissy smell
Stalk prey for pay where The Simpsons dwell
Tell lies, my nose don't grow but my dick'll swell
Is that a paradox? Don't know, don't really give a fuck
Listen up, I shir't duties too long to keep the sickness tucked
In my room, by myself, bouncing off the walls
4 wheelin' up a wall, uber pissed off
The way I kill the wordplay and wordshapes and
Put it to instrumentals, think of it as beatin' murder cases
I'm at ya door like, bitch, lemme in, Ya Favorite Phantom's here
With that Edgar Allan Poe meets David Alan Grier
With the same ink that Robert Kelly used to write "Contagious"
I craft frightful statements leaving pupils dilated
I mean, I school cats, they show up the stu then die elated
Been this way since the basement, quick clarification
My path is not aligned with Satan, I'd rather keep debating
Friendly heathen claims for entertainment, just sayin'
Each passing second increases impatience
Nostalgic imagination, I see things in Saturday morning animation
My presentation brings amazement to yo feeble brain pit
Make you swing and bang it til the vertebrae slips or leads to breakage
Put my foot so deep inside ya anus
Use you and crew as house shoes, if I can't the right replacements
Detroit police I walk by, wave hi
Dragging a body behind me, vertically bifurcated
That means cut in half, from skull to ass for the laymen
Okay, I'm done
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Bathwater (skiterlude)
03:04
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Everything about you turns me on (that's no secret)
I got energy to last from dusk til dawn (lemme unleash it)
Check it, if we mate, you'll see I'm not a mere pawn, that's king shit
You ain't gotta worry about me telling everybody we can keep it
Strictly between me and (you)
I think the two of us could have a lot of fun
I'ma have you thinking 'bout it long after it's done
I'm tryna hit it from the back and the side and front
However you wanna try it
Just as long as ya like it
I'll be compliant, no complaining
Girl, I only wanna hump (you)
Walking around here like ya own damn sauna
I just want to make you feel good, it would be my honor
I can literally charm the pants off ya
You so fuckin' fine to me, lady, I'll drink yo bathwater
I want to drink
Your soup (3 or 4 liters on the daily)
I want to drink
Your stew (Can I get a sip of it?)
I want to drink
Your soup (Please don't take this serious)
I want to drink
Your stew (Good job, fellas. New chorus.)
Can I sing a
Song for ya while you're in the
Shower, baby (I'm bored as hell;
(So, I'ma bother you) Can I sing a
Song for ya while you're in the
Shower, baby. (Baby, let a
(Nigga eat it from the back
(For the one time) Can I sing a
Song for ya while you're in the
Shower, baby
(While I'm here I think I'll
(Take a shit) Can I sing a
Song for ya while you're in the
Shower, baby (Talk to me)
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Rage room attack soundtrack, collapse
Talking to a Phantom therapist rap
I spit game to a arrogant brat
Just to lead her to a trap, ferrets tear her to scraps
Recover the wedding ring, sell it for scratch
Just enough to buy ammo for when the husband react
Click clack, we back, creatin' havoc on wax
Like Mobb Deep in a museum standing by Mike Jax
Treat the beat like a cannibus pack
Brandishin' bat, the bomber was black
Brown or bronze, either way my bars hit hard
You can't count a punch, that's a bunch (lot) of chumps
In line to leave stargazing after I up a cut
Nightlife at its finest, I don't like shit
Not even a fan of my own likeness
The lesser of all evils, righteous
8 or 9ish, midlife crisis
I been on this beyond the grave type shit
Marathon fight flicks, like it's the 70s
Ya dawg raw like a late night naked scene
My theatre of the mind played a melody
Of voices telling me fuck everyone and everything
While the organ screamed something heavenly
Delivered his own eulogy, elegy, rest in peace
Puttin' it plainly, the brain's bleek cuz pain's deep
Therapy and bail money ain't cheap
Shit, for these bars, you should pay me
Therapy and bail money ain't cheap
Puttin' it plainly, the brain's bleek cuz pain's deep
Therapy and bail money ain't cheap
Shit, for these bars, you should pay me
Therapy and bail money ain't cheap
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(On her hands and knees in my bedroom)
(Ayo, look, it's Grimmy)
(Okay, I like this.)
(Okay, I like this.)
(Gotta use my tag now.)
(9 what?!)
(92euce!!)
Bad bitch, worse attitude, I had to put her in her place
On her hands and knees in my bedroom, she can feel it in her waist
Had her giving thanks like the meat came with a dinner plate
Colonizer Karen I penetrate in memory of Little Riverbank
And Kunta Kente, now, I'm dancing down the interstate
Tryna get to a bag, legit, like it's illegitimate ways
Pimpin' powder with the pink hue
Had me feeling like the old school Detroit in a pink suit with the mink, too
(Where's my gators at?)
If clocks and commas got something in common then I am not wasting a second of time
Pushing lysergic diethylamide while flexing a rhyme, who next in the line?
(Who tryna get served?) I'm talking cash shit while sexing her mind
Like I could wipe my ass with notes and mind fuck her, how impressive am I?
I'm a ugly nigga but I get away with pretty boy shit
Night I had was so lit, Grimmy made a beat so I could voice it
She told me my vocals had her the moistest
Now, I'm back at bar 1; I'm the coldest bar none
Honey Butter LSD and Kimchi Cocaine
Honey Butter LSD and Kimchi Cocaine
(Here we go)
(All my product dope so let it bang)
Honey Butter LSD and Kimchi Cocaine
(All my product dope so let it bang)
Honey Butter LSD and Kimchi Cocaine
(All my product dope so let it bang)
Honey Butter LSD and Kimchi Cocaine
(All my product dope so let it bang)
Honey Butter LSD and Kimchi Cocaine
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Happy Holidays
01:48
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"New year, new me", who ya think ya foolin'
You wait for January 1st to try a new solution
Mama asked me what's my resolution
I told her take it one day at a time and she thought it sounded stupid
If you ain't get a gift, do you think she'd let you hit?
Hope yo side piece snitching or you catch yo other slip
I once knew a girl who died in a collision
Alcohol was involved, I won't get too specific
This was after Easter, we praised the King of Nazareth
But she was not he and there was only one Lazarus
A mother and father, lost they only child
And asked me to help walk the casket down the aisle
Meanwhile, my relationships with mine suck
I'ma blow out these candles and wish that they never fucked
These are scary times where everybody hides
Ain't nothing sweet out here; so, don't get caught up in the lies
In one night, hundreds out in Itaewon died
Cuz crazed maniacs was running like it's for they lives
Now, don't think I forgot about the fireworks for freedom
Some fight for preservation, for others greed is the reason
So, I'ma take a plate like pilgrims took the land
Then, catch a sale cuz I'm a slave to spending on a brand
I can't forget mama sitting on the edge of bed
With tears down her face and her hands upon her head
Me and Jaelan dropped our gifts, walked back into her room
Hugged and told her that we love her cuz it's all that she could do
If I come off as Scrooge, that's cuz I got my reasons
For saying fuck you and all occasions of the season
If I come off as Scrooge, that's cuz I got my reasons
For saying fuck you and all occasions of the season
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9 what?! (92euce)
9 what?! (92euce)
9 what?! (92euce)
Yo, yo
I am one erection away from fuckin' yo day up
My catalog is hard and please believe I'ma stay up
Fuck you and them lil pets you love like
I'll sit that lil bitch on the 50-yard line and aim for the uprights
Jay, I ain't gon' lie, this beat got me feeling like Word of Mouf Ludacris
And Bangladesh produced the shit
I don't know how mama feels about us
Father of the Planters mascot, I'm proud of Dee's nutz
Childish as fuck and won't grow up
Peter Pan with the pen is back at it again
You taunt me, watch me turn Quan Chi
Unleash the madness within, grab his lower half detach it and then beat a man with his limbs
Now, tuck ya head between ya knees and kiss yo ass goodbye
(Tuck ya head between ya knees and kiss yo ass goodbye)
I gotta eat; so, I'm on the grind like masticating
biting off more than you can chew, trap card activated
Kunai with chain, before I slide, ya mind I reap and harvest
Swing it to reach the target and leave it a bleeding carcass
I wrote this in The Twilight Realm where The Holy Divine Light of The Lord did the fusion dance with the king of darkness
Back when I was yung'n defeating heartless
My pen's head spiked the page til it was just an inkless cartridge
Now, I soar above these weak and garbage would-be artists
And elevate the souls of my foes into the space where Kingdom Hearts is
I beg ya freakin' pardon; my brain's a complex housing network
Convictions and peaceless jargon fills each compartment
Now tell me who you came to see hastily fill a vacancy
While lazily I slay the beat with everything from A to Z
This is chlld's play to me, just don't ever play wit' me
And end up opposite of my insane-ity and have to
Tuck ya head between ya knees and kiss yo ass goodbye
(Tuck ya head between ya knees and kiss yo ass goodbye)
Fuck it, I'll go in and flow for promotion
Let go of my pubes, I can hold my own scrotum
If I'm pushing P, I'm Royal
She a young porta-bowl in Miami, the shower is golden
M. Bison, psychosis, M. Tyson, I pose as a threat
If you read, I'm the truth and don't know it
Just point out the GOATest of GOATs and I'll show 'em
The Devil's a lie but I'm Christ with the quoting
(Floatin') so natural like shark taking bites in the ocean
You need to take notes, little novice
I noticed you ain't bring ya heat but my barrel still smokin'
This the extended clip loaded to finish this prose and I'm bringing yo time to it's closing
I'm blowing yo mind with this rhyme, when they reminisce over you, I bet the casket ain't open
Shooting my shot every bar that I jot
Is a celebration, bitch, I cannot stop toastin'
I'm deadass, you headass, I told you I spit, it's no wonder you over it, cannot stop roastin'
Mic skills like The Rock in the ring in the 90's, professional moves, I deserve a promotion
Discussion is closed and I'm doper most when I drop the new shit, from the mouth they be foamin'
From Detroit to Korea, I'm coastin'
Rapcamp familia, own this
So, get familiar with the nomen, clature
(92euce)
Now, tuck ya head between ya knees and kiss yo ass goodbye
(Tuck ya head between ya knees and kiss yo ass goodbye) I said,
Tuck ya head between ya knees and kiss yo ass goodbye
(Tuck ya head between ya knees and kiss yo ass goodbye) Muh'fucka
Tuck ya head between ya knees and kiss yo ass goodbye
(Tuck ya head between ya knees and kiss yo ass goodbye)
(Maniacal laughter)
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Fractured Psyche (skit)
02:51
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The worst thing I ever did was fall in love wit a bitch
Mama always criticized, was that the cause of the shit?
I let my lil brotha down, to say that's hard to forgive
An understatement, are these my last thoughts as I live?
Shots rang out, was it for me? Was it for them?
Story of my life, homie, I was just minding my biz
It don't matter, a few bullets hit and entered my ribs
Now, I'm on the streets and leaking, thinking of this
As I fade, I look up and I see me as a kid
I was numb and expressionless, his face was covered in tears
Body covered by peers looking down on me
Ironically, symbolically, what type of friends were these? No idea
I'm going out with weights chained to my legs
I got the notion of regression and it never left my head
If I could change the past, would it even matter
Would it really prevent me from going out madder, sadder, and battered?
Dropped by a slug; now, I'm headed up above
Cried a river, built a bridge; now, that I'm gone, they give a fuck?!
I should be fine with this cuz long ago I'd given up
I knew you wouldn't love me 'til there's nothing left to love
I asked somebody if I'd ever let go
Now, I know the only thing I'm giving up is the ghost
But yo
I don't wanna die like this
I don't wanna die like this
I don't wanna die like this
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92euce Detroit, Michigan
I am... otherworldly; inevitable; eternal. I am... 92euce a.k.a. Deuce, Ya Favorite Phantom, The Ghost of Detroit, the Kratos of Rap, ladies call me ASMR Voice. 9 WHAT?! (92euce!!)
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