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jay anfernee - ≠ (remix) [bonus track] lyrics

-air horn-

yo, soundboy! drop sum’n nuh!!
(on the way!)
-explosion-

[intro]: and every day, without fail, one should consider himself as dead. meditation of inevitable death should be performed daily
every day when one’s body and mind are at peace, one should meditate upon being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears, and swords. being carried away by surging waves. being thrown into the midst of a great fire. being struck by lightning, being shaken to death by a great earthquake. falling from thousand-foot cliffs, dying of disease, or committing seppuku at the death of one’s master. and every day, without fail, one should consider himself as dead. this is the substance of the way….

*pause*

…ah wha de bomboclatt do soundboy?!?

-air horn-

(reeeeeemiiiiiiiiixx!!!)

[verse 1: paranormal] one, two. one, two
uh, uh…
yo
“bulls on parade,” b-mping rage, k!lling in the name of liberators or capers – it’s a craze cause time is against us. meaningless lecturers, corrupted school curriculum. the mental fence is up
where’s the truth contributors? saviors are us, forsaken by timelines of history that never mention us
where’s the voice of leadership to strengthen us?
whats words without action? why is it weak to show comp-ssion?
the pnac manual, war corporatistic animals ramble through, stash ammo for what wrong doers do
criminals in action with code names, see the world as a board game, a war game. we indulge in ignorance for their own gain
fascists flags celebrating false freedoms, misleading us towards the mouth of the mischievous
sever the secret service, got these capital thugs nervous
think for yourselves and disrupt the blind worship
live for a purpose…

(reeeeemiiiiixx!!!)

[verse 2: jay anfernee] sitting on my back step with a calendar, drawing bullets next to the number 24
singing songs of redemption. i’m feeling like i’ve been kidnapped, indoctrinated, and drafted into an army for sinners’ war
i’m wishing for any angel to snipe at me. why should i act immortal for?
huh. it’s funny how we push life over the edge, but it’s clear that we’re not eager for death to take us over that edge
no-one dares to define me. you now looking to find me? you’ll never look at me the same again
i’m stranded on my own, but all i need is a friend, so we can dangle feet over the ledge
i’m etching my name on the rock that i found in a corner while i watched you get your laughs on; hopes are getting left on
skip the stone on the sea, now i’m walking – loner’s footprints. that’s how it will ever remain until the lord lifts me
will death kiss me? it means more than y’all will ever miss me. y’all just trained dogs on the side, eyeing frisbees
all i got is potential. to get a long-standing rep, a lot more is essential
look at me, mama! the biggest “achiever” in life! no high school diploma, and c’s on his transcript!
surrounded by confused hoes tryna get his attention, and niggas faking emotion to get their pants unzipped
y’all looking for the keys to the palace – if you need my help, i’m taking a piss in your f-cking chalice
drink it up – the juice from the fruits of my labor. concentrated, the best flavor you can savor
niggas can cap and adapt to wasting presidents but i’m a mule when it comes to my 40 acres
d-mn!
niggas tryna raise my blood pressure. oxymoron: the taller joker with the shortest temper
dark clouds forming. rain mixed with the vodka. spirits spill secrets to distilled spirits to make the moments less grey
to try to see another day without a jack-ss pushing me to my limits

[verse 3: darkside]
i limitless been at this since birth. it seems life long, i’m living out my dreams through song and on stages
still, the machine rages on – i battle for los angeles
sometimes, i feel the thrill is gone. feel this song down deep in your bone marrow, eyes on the sparrow
these kids be actin’ scarecrow, like they ain’t got no brains although i try to refrain from being a critic cause they just think i’m some old bitter cynic – shit, they half right
real spit, i never gaslight on my life. i never bit though
ill scripts have been known to emanate from my dome, escape between my lips – flip flows, rip shows
i’ve been as low as it gets, bro
the key is to never forget, so i never hedge my bets but know when to cut my losses. livin’ life, free isn’t free – that shit costs. been living hard for so long, shit, i don’t know what soft is
so forgive and live life with meaning. i mean, don’t settle for just being – just be a human being being human
seek adventure, seek truth, but be true to self first. know your self worth, trust, seeing proof of your infiniteness, then poof!!!!

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