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lil kydd – chiptune euphemism lyrics

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uhh, lil kydd…
let’s do it

since i’m lyrically rich
i’m not in need of a milli;

i dare you to find
one with more sk!ll. (more sk!ll)

i’m like dr. seuss if the
cat in the hat of his;

ran away smoking cannabis and
came back to lyrically k!ll

dropping collateral
like b-ss in skrill’s music;

and have all remaining lyricists
find me ill

with no felonies
no background check;

only eighteen
dictionary on deck

and that can happen with school
work ethic;

and all this other stuff i’m expected
to tell the younger kids

when you allow me to
put my two cent in;

best believe i don’t care ’bout
the hundreds

keep it real
stay on, never under it;

and keep going until you’re
six under, kid

watch your peers get dumber
every summer;

and spontaneously come out of nothing
bringing the thunder

i’m yelling timber at all of these
quote-mark k!llers;

and coming for every one
of them like a once-ler. (once-ler)

allow me to drop the
onomatopoeia sodomy;

it’s probably improper phonics
to watch a wannabe

try to go
toe-to-moccasin;

with this innocuous-looking
proper g…

and that’s synonymous with harmless

for all the fellow artists
who wanna call me confusing;

for choosing to drop
a seven-dollar word here or there

some leave their two cent, i got
a pocketbook to spare;

cause i remember being
an indentured servant

to the idiot box
the other kids would all talk ill of me;

“who is he? watching anime
sucking at little-league?”

i took solace in screens and moving
pictures;

the rap game seemed to be missing
a couple pixels. (pixels)

i turned heads expressing
some views that were different;

so when was that synonymous with
self-righteous hipster? (hipster)

“let’s dismiss him
the kid’s got issues”;

“fatherless suburban
what does he want, a tissue?”

kids would try and give me
a penny for all my thoughts;

saved a couple quarters and
earned myself a continue. (continue?)

…it’s only clean rap;

that i be soliciting
i’m sticking to the d-pad

and the set of b-ttons
on either side of my free hand;

play my life correctly
and you earn yourself a free man

while i’m in the studio
perfecting my b-ss line;

mother’s working two game cabinets
at the same time

there’s no such thing as
middle-cl-ss frame of mind;

i’m on my grind, got beef?
take a number, get in line

so tell me…
why y’all did it;

wrote me off as a weirdo
from the beginning

inadvertently creating
your own villain;

an alternative rapper
and his chiptune euphemism

this is for the elementary
kids who gave me mood swings;

for the middle school kids
who’d rather that i groupthink

for the high school kids
who say my flows are too advanced;

power up by power up
i’m picking up a few things

sometimes my life
is so confusing;

i gotta stop and clear my head
so i can really do things

so if my goals are crazy to you…

let me get one oar out
the water;

there’s a screw that needs
loosening

kid who’s ignorant of his
own past;

lived his pre and post-adolescent
years behind a mask

my confidence is a false
bravado;

put a brave base on first
so i don’t finish dead last

i often treat life
like a game;

quit, die or game over
i treat it all the same

it’s how i cope with my fear
of death;

cause in a game, you continue
to oblivion;

in an ambiguous
plane

while in real life
you’re stuck;

hitchhiking memory lane
watching your life tick away

cause when you’re living in
the suburbs;

it often feels like somebody’s
trying to make that clock accelerate

it was a struggle but
i keep myself together;

spitting over the haters
and spitting under the weather

spitting under the beat
but spitting under the pressure;

that i give myself
each pep talk is an angry letter

and that’s how i took the
criticism;

just try to focus on the
message and whoever listens

because hate it or love it
there’s never gonna be a difference;

enigmas wrapped in
chiptune euphemisms

life is a game
i take serious;

yeah, i may crack a joke or two
i may talk sl1ck

got a line from front door
to back cabinet;

cause life is one extended metaphor
i can’t afford to miss

and im’ma keep spitting
spitting for all the kids;

for all the nerdy hipster kids
who share the corner that i’m in

and when i’m on my last quarter
you can rest and reminisce;

about this little beat that i’m in
lil kydd

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