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Due Time

by bookworm.

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Welcome to Due Time BW's mad panicked But before I do rhyme, a shout out to Laugmatic Mogli Da Foulchild and Dan Stout while I'm at it Eh yo, I spit like a bad habit Breathe like I'm asthmatic Cuz I'm a hash addict Who hears a beat like "Lemme have at it" Then wipe my face with a fuckin' bandana So take your picture with ya damn camera Before this all goes and vanishes like a phantasm Got more time than a man can handle So mosey up in sand and saddle If you're feeling sad or down here's a shit's creek paddle. By now you can guess that I'm probably just fuckin around I welcome you to my brain so I can start shutting it down
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North Side 02:09
I’m from the NOOOOOOOORTH SIDE!!! Where its cold outside and ya horse just died, So ya climb inside like a tauntaun I bong some bomb chron Then I’m long gone I fucked way to many chicks with no condom on my johnson But wait! That’s some ignorant shit Like where the babysitter went? Oh you replaced that chick with a television set? I ain’t sellin’ vision yet, cuz you ain't buying it I know you want it though cuz I see you eyeing it And lying is what we need less of Like we need more weed so we can burn the stress off Look: I'm a scientist at work while ya jerkin off in some hedonistic pursuits Sure I do this for me too, but I got a better understanding of why Because I don’t take what I read literally, but I look into everything a literate eye! You're only Mr. Big cuz ya got ya dick stuck in that American Pie American Pie (x2) Get it? Jason Biggs? That shit's fuckin' funny! American Pie (x13 or ad nauseum) I’m from the NOOOOOORTHHH SIIIIDE!!! Where its cold outside and we ride in minus 25 And try to stay alive like Johnny 5 I’ll high five Luke Sky in his robotic hand And tell him Darth Vader is father again Then i’ll cut off his other hand and ship it to Alderaan What’s the point of all that? I don’t know I just like rapping about Star Wars. So shut the fuck up and listen Cuz I ain't tryin' to diss no positions Like a mission full of Christians Wishing for abortion abolition It's not my position to diss em or squish em Even if they playing opposition Position sitting duck or paper tiger The cat's in the bag and the bag's on fire!
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[bookworm.] So I'm grinnin' cuz I know there's no winnin' Not with rappin', not with money, not with women I can't get a job it's a damn shame They hatin' the player and they hatin' the game I wanna get a fuckin' bite to eat But they closed all the shops down my goddamn street So I go to the store for food to score Got some bread, cheese, chips, and a chocolate bar I get to the cash, hunger in my eyes Wouldn't you know it, my card's declined Ain't shit workin' out I'm losin' my mind I head home at least I got some weed to grind When I open my door, what do I find now? My homie let himself in he's chillin' on the couch Wouldn't you know it, that's my spliff in his mouth And that's all the herb that I had in my house I'm like dude! Just get the fuck out! (Hook - bookworm.) There's no winning where there's no love and more sinning No Winning There's no winning when there's less food and more killing No Winning There's no winning when you're circle in the square and you don't fit in No Winning There's no winning when you wanna make a joke but there's no kidding No Winning [Mogli Da Foulchild Well I don't understand what the issue is Your weed's disgusting like tissue jizz Did you forget that I'm broker than you? Holes in the soles of my shoes, we in the same damn crew Pinchin' my pennies like you know who The grinch. Plastic or print? I got no money pockets full of lint My cell phone bill acts more like a pimp Eyes too tired to open more than a squint Still can't help but to feel chagrined I work too hard to have no money to spend What friends? Man these friends are pretend It's your demise they intend, they don't mean to offend "Go fuck yourself" is what I recommend They dream and dream and dream and dream No self esteem so they try to demean I am who I am and they ain't part of the team (Hook - bookworm. ) There's no winning when you wanna be the breadwinner but you end up gettin' fillings No Winning There's no winning when these actors treat artists like we're still children No Winning There's no winning when the only way to relax is to pop a pill in No Winning There's no winning when the women that you will aren't willing No Winning [bookworm.] If my weed's so gross then why the fuck you smoking it? How'd you get in here man? Look the door's broken! Shit! I'm gonna have to pay for that! Did you make that track? Or did you do that thing where you stay laid back And tell me I'm acting like a damn maniac. Look I'm no braniac, I'm not claiming that But you gotta respect the fact that I'm having a bad day And all the dope I had to smoke is an ember in the ash tray! I got no food, no loot, and I feel unstable Could you at least take your foot off the coffee table? I'm like Rodney Danger, no I get no respect And when I ask for some fools get upset You're my homie and you always will be Mogli, you know me When I stay to stay out my way for the day it ain't baloney Yeah I get it, now you're pissed off, gonna run your lips off I guess it's all par for the course cuz I'm never winning I'm always falling off that horse Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta do something with this door [Mogli Da Foulchild] Wah! Wah! Wah! That's all I hear! Fuck your door, I also drank your beer! You know I got even less than you The DC Crew broke and need some glue We never make money at our shows No groupies or hoes Sat in the bus in the bathroom row To do a show and then go back home My work ethic's top of the line This slander is crime Want a sip of this Corona and lime? Well, too bad, it's mine! I'm pissed off and anger is blind! Sometimes I really think this cat's out of his mind! We both grinding tryin to refine Yeah we're friends but fuck damn it's about due time To drop an album, a couple of dimes What's the deal? I thought what's your's is mine I'm sure your door is fine, what about what you did to mine? This double standard, now that's a crime! [bookworm.] There's no winning when your art turns into a way to just make millions (Ain't gonna happen) There's no winning when you're making music for the minions (It's boring man!) There's no winning We winning (Defective Collective)
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I got them backflippin' on track type tactics Like, "Did you see how he landed that shit?" Where my fans be at kid? Higher than an air transat Sitting on transit In the bus, in the back Writing so many rhymes that my pen just cracked And your neck just snapped And your friends just clapped As a matter of fact It's all mind over matter when you're a mastermind And you climb inside and find that it's just a matter of the mind Don't mind the matter though I'm kinda flattered that you find my assignments fatter And you like my patterns yo Oh, oh, I try to be taciturn But there bastards burn Cuz they'll never learn What the worm has earned With much more worth than anything you can procure from this earth Dirty since birth Learning since I heard my first curse word Insert curse word here Everybody, everybody say FUCK! (FUCK) Everybody, everybody say SHEEEEIIIIT! (SHEEEEEIIITTT) Everybody say BOOKWORM (BOOKWORM) Is a...godamned sonofabitchsonofabitchsonofabitch This is for my people who live to try fear Smokers in the back like let's die here Fly gear? Not I dear Not training to be a pilot If I was, I'd probably take the plane and aim it for your eyelids A nihilist, the man island hybrid They file in in silence And stand like that with they're arms crossed We the livin land of the lost We takin em dino steps and breaths til our final rests Then we become petroleum Burning a hole in 'em Like the Ozone Layer This is to remain dormant for you to sleep on later Young urban players? Nah, we sippin on bourbon acting like we dragon slayers Hardly LARPing you come in cardboard cartons We come wrapped in parchment paper Raw, bloody and ready to get baked and break faces like "Hi haters!" Be careful of smiling gators ...this world's creators... Everybody say... [insert disgusting noises here] SORRY!
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I’ll slit my wrist Stick my fist in a chick Take a shit put it on the internet a million hits it’ll get Cuz most people are useless and dumb And nowadays even cupid uses a gun Music is my weapon of choice This is a lesson in poise Got sick of fuckin’ with fakes i ain’t messin with toys DJ is checkin the noise And don’t worry i’m not rappin i’m just testing my voice. Shit, Oedipus’s etiquette Subjects, predominantly predatory predictable predicaments I’m heated, expletive deleted I’ll take your face and eat it Excrement preceded We’ve got more greed than what’s needed I guess we’re greedy about greed then So you can thank our leaders: elitists The problem seems its You eat every last piece of shit that you fuckin’ feeded (Hook) This is what you'll hear me shoutin' While the sky's rising over the mountain This what you'll hear me shoutin' When the sky starts rising over the mountain Over the mountain OVer the mountain I'll roll a spliff Put the spliff to my lips And start to spit some shit with malicious intent Cuz most people are stupid and numb And nowadays even you kids can purchase a gun! News is my enemy’s voice This is a lesson in choice I got sick of fucking a chick who who didn’t use her voice So I piss, puff piff and pursue through noise Don’t worry this isn’t happening let me just poke out your eyes! Shit...etymological photographs Mr. I’m So Logical on Phonographs, Yeah, exodus from exististence And this someone preaching about premonitory preservation Population of people proud to be idiots I'm leaving this fuckin planet breathin Ya'll can't come with cuz ya'll a bunch of heathens I guess this means that the dogs will be eaten And someone once said it's better to be loved than beaten Better to be loved than beaten (Hook) (Shit talking. Listen if you wanna know what I'm saying because I'm not fucking writing it out)
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[bookworm.] These wack fakes can get gas face Like a bad case of ass taste Welcome to the damn rat race Where everyone's in last place But that's the way of this planet ain't it? Irreparable damage, face it Everything is something we can't handle In tandem with still being toddlers Who need to be coddled I'm honest I'm tryin to give up the bottle But I'm lost behind these tails They walking with a waddle And when we finaly fail I'll be here picking up pieces of cobble I leave behind a slimy trail In hopes that I'm not too hard to follow I think that it's time we sail Instead of being caught up in an office We could get stuck in jail for makin any of our own profits Stickin' my head through the rails Screaming out false profit At the cops who got me locked up in this pit! [Mogli Da Foulchild] No time to save face When you're running in the rat race Some Makeway, I make haste No waste men to replace I feel phased and dazed, confused This fake shit keeps me amused It's one thing in your presence It's another when you're gone, and they jealous Fellas, fellas: EAT A FAT DICK I'd say I boned ya chick... But that goat got a really good kick You know who's sick? The dudes whose style ya picked Move ya mouse point it to "File: Quit" The best decision in your life, so be proud of it Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're all the shit I'd rather work hard than be a counterfeit Just to hear the sound of it So keep the hustle in place In case ya stumble ya pace and fall out of this rat race
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{Enemy} Yo! Call me special aka Enemy-Ed Dirty grimy til I'm dead, Pissin' in Eve's garden and bed Solitary ain't working S So the warden recommends 2 to the fuckin head Fans get sent the bill Delusion not real Spreading the children who stand in front like field You listening to raps Rasputin Call me Vladimir Putin Who? That hip hop Newton Smash you with the horn you been tootin stupid You listening to the one who make gravity snap back to reality Bigger than idol When I'm gone, burn me a bible Rape all my rivals I'm always fuckin' held liable [Jay DaVille] I'm writing lyrics that'll torture your soul Reduce the foundation of your life to smoulder and mold HA! Don't believe me? Then just lo and behold Let the story unfold You see I'm holding the globe There's nowhere to roam I'm everywhere controlling the globe Anybody fuckin' with me is getting thrown in a hole Inhale your spirit while I'm smokin' a bowl I'm frozen I'm cold I'm hopin' to just open ya throat! With the sharpest linguistics that you can not imagine You start to rap, I'll start to laugh and you're like "Dawg, what happened?" I'm just relaxing and attackin' in the darkest fashion I'll start stabbin' when I'm rappin' So let's start the action Maybe I'm going a little strong for you I'm haunting you like poltergeist your soul does not belong to you It's all for me so offer me your everything It's all for free, exalting the exalted He is everything you want to be [bookworm.] I'm an original Misfit, like Glen Danzig With these lipid tryptichs for your brain canvas If his spit is too cryptic go lick acid If you only fillin' positions you can lift caskets My prescription is missing when I'm kickin' masks in Call it Dr. Caligari's Hell in a basket I've got..Millions of pots to piss in and I'm just that sick I'm killin' the opposition with just one click Are they really gonna miss him, he's just one glitch I'll spill the inner fillings like "THAT'S THAT SHIT!" You sittin reading the captions Adjusting your reading glasses I fuck with the meaning of classic A cup of the piss to the masses As a toast to the speech of the fascists (Fuckin' fascists) [Dirtnap] Wack rappers want it all but they should read the Tao Te Ching Now they sing too loudly proudly coming at crowds with nothing to bring Truth lies between the dichotomy of holy ties Die coddling proseperous toddlers with swollen eyes i ought to be resting between the breasts of mother fuck Smother us completely so that we may pass on the buck Daily life has become more than Orwellian Poor plans devised by the wealthiest hellions The healthiest fellowships always pump the bellows Creeping out a freemason freaking out an oddfellow Screaming fuck your emo fears while i'm scheming on some phoenix tears Stabbing you in the FUPA with mean beats like Gene Krupa But this ain't the drum battle and you ain't that Rich Buddy Take your ass to school and you still couldn't be my understudy I have nothing to rap about so i go knock back a stout The only bars i'm concerned with are the ones that aren't kicking me out I'll strong arm a strongbow and give the front of house a smack in the mouth i'd rather be forever alone i don't condone the clout [BK] Yo the awesomest optimist Burning nazis down in Auschwitz Deep diggin' ya girl like a mango with an octopus Sexual tentacle, you festive like a festival Fussili Jerry bury you in deep shit like a vegetable I'm front and centre while you play the wall like Pink Floyd You got no character, your life is just a big void I'll leave you destroyed, like the place you're employed A social outcast no wonder I'm a big boy I put the soy inside the soylent You can say I'm voilent, I mean violent Too many tyrants on my island I should stay silent but it's hard in this environment Where even the sellouts sell their CDs on consignment I should retire, pump the breaks and call it quits Go back to school before I'm swallowed by this dark abyss But that would be a fuckin' copout I'm going Paul Walker on the highway with the top down!
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Virus 03:16
[Hook x2] Every memory is like a virus Stays dormant til the body expires And every plus turns to minus When you're burned alive in your own hell fires [Verse 1] Sometimes I envy my dead friends They took easy exits I'm still standing at the entrance Planning my next steps Who's more concerned with dead PMs and presidents Seems like a last breath is heaven sent One pocket's got a hole, the other seven cents With reticence to return to that residence But I can still see it when I sleep Cat scratches at my feet Making it hard to get up in the morning And I can hardly eat Pick a card any card which card can I keep? I'm living large I mean odd and I'm suckin my teeth I'm a boss I mean dog and I'm harnessed and leashed He's my dog, nah, a fraud and I'm caught in his speech It's no wonder to me I can partly see why they all parted from me But I'm aiming for something that's slightly harder to reach [Hook] [Verse 2] Hell fire, a virus Stylus to papyrus Something to die for Someone to die with Depression, anxiety Their best bet is that god or life is trying me Well something's fucking trying me I'm not for resale CDs up for retail Cuz we fail Not DCC but our gene trail Seeds wilt so be well Or fiction will easily bail No time to be frail Spin tales of chemtrails Conspiracy for the blind The blind read braille We've never been lied to We just always eat well It seems we tell ourselves to weave hell Into our deep skull It doesn't need skill A pill helps A widow whelps We ring dinner bells for a virus That eats us from the inside out [Hook]
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No C.O.D. 04:21
[Hook] Give me deliverance like my name was Jon Voight Deliver me from ignorance I'm using my voice Yeah, I do it different, my music, my choice And it sure is magnificent so you can make noise I'm killin' it solo, or with me an my boys Cuz I refuse to give in to feelin' these voids I'll never fall victim to some silly ploys Fuck a penny for my thoughts, I turn my thoughts into coins [Verse 1] EYO! I'm rapping for bus change, I'm fuckin' strange A 20 somethin' age with a tummy ache Must have been something I ate Cuz I'm buying my food for a bummy rate And it seems that shit only gets fixed when it ups and breaks I'm like "just fuckin' great, another one of these days" But yo, that can't stop me from makin' money on tapes Something's funny I'll say Half rapper half comedian Half shark half eaten then In the tank I was seated in But it looks like I'll be standing on different feet in the end I don't beef in my raps, my pen is a vegan then So...just shut up and start reading friend You gonna need it when You wanna see me defeated, man It's gonna be a long hard road and I ain't fuckin' leavin it Like a raider owns the wasteland I'll kill you with my CD in hand My bad, I think I'm being greedy again But like I said, I'm a shark So it seems that I'm teething again [Hook] [Verse 2] Look Can someone spare some change for a change? Cuz nothing makes sense So what's relevant? Definitely not intelligence They say they don't fuck with underground cats cuz we only go celibate Get it? We sell a bit. I'll poach a pink elephant for the stinking hell of it A week of television and I'm homicidal Domestication from a domicile Makes man more animal but at least he's gone out in style In a silo of what gets him high though So let's whistle while we work And whittle bone gristle grinds on griddles Stay still, the violins and fiddles Whine away while we spill wine on pillows Cuz through time and space the structures are oh so brittle Oh no! Widows go to windows and yet we learn so little And infant grows from riddles that never get solved And we may never again evolve So god who's gone please deliver us all [Hook] [Verse 3] Deliver this from the shot to shit messenger Innocent of ignorance But in a word it's worth less than worthless There's no order cuz there's no service But bullshit will forever surface as a burden And if you haven't heard from the worm, then That's because he's been under dirt Earning eats with words unearthed to be preserved in circuitry And downgraded to mp3s Like some empty feats Outplayed, faded, outweighed, and dated Like some bending trees And it seems like it tends to be More habit than ritual Trying to inhabit this planet as individual Or invisible Give any given fool Medicine and food Let us in to duel For some ridicule Over miniscule Guess I'm in the school Of hard knocks or odd clocks I need help, I'm not lost I feel well, I'm on guard I need wealth At what cost? [Hook]
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Crickets 04:54
[Hook] I sicken like the quiet quickness Of walking through fields of crickets Alone in the darkness it thickens Like flesh round knife, hit or misses I sicken like the quiet quickness Of walking through fields of crickets I bless drowsy eyes like kisses from mystics I'm some next round hype got that extra found life [Verse 1] I do this thankless work with a hankering for dirt A whole tankards worth is what made up my birth Like ashes to ashes, first works to burn Like a dragon with a flagon, thirst worse than hunger Do you see the pattern happen? Third marks the turn Third time's a charm But it won't change the world Third parts a crime, cuz they heard the word Now I'm a criminal purged to observe the herd And what's heard is a fraction of the action or what's referred But I can't collapse the lagging so it's still concurred Without being conferred Minus the effort it takes to conjure a concert So in the back of the synapses I lurk On task with a Tascam I merc On blast at the en masse with the scams you jerks Conscribe with the concepts to burp Out ya gullet Eyo! Go party in your mullet [Hook] [Verse 2] This is round two This sounds due Through space I do time as it unravels around you Travels around me Cows are ground food Gavels they pound free While tadpoles are abused I'm a manic and loud dude In the panic's profound truth But who handles it it's argued My grandma was proud it's true But she didn't know me like you do I'm glad she couldn't be shown proof of who and how I am viewed And so it's thanks to these facts that she found a sound snooze And it's good she never got to see the monster in me who compound you As I'm allowed to speak allowed in breeze Flounders drown as guppies And yuppies who don't know their ass from the roof Or sky from the ground's roots And I travel with these thoughts for food to brood You decipher the meaning of my words as tools in groups of few or feuds I'll be around bound in brown boots [Hook]
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Maybe... 02:33
[Verse 1] I'm adorably deplorable You've been cordially implored to tour and explore the contourous tornado of my sonorous core Which may make me immortal and the thought of which is more horrible than I'm incorrigible And just when i think my hard drive storage is full I got more bullets of bullshit to pull From the magnum of my opus And who's more of the fool? Myself, with the idea I got a handle of my locus Or you? With the most broken of focus You couldn't unravel one thread from where my pen laid the notes which Lead to no fear Oh dear, I gotta find if the opening's near here Where the trees meet the road and the smoke clears Holding my throat while holding in tears In hopes myself knows I don't want to destroy my self before i get there. [Hook] But maybe I do... Maybe I don't... Maybe I will... Maybe I won't... [Verse 2] I've seen death I've been led To weep less While sleepless I believe stress Cuz much less is meaningless And this meeting is adjourned I've been scorned, burned, wounded and heard By the herd of dogs and birds to be returned to buckets of slop We learn slacking off saying "Fuck it" a lot I've been stabbed in the back, tears in a bucket a lot And I almost kicked it up and out the atmosphere But I was like, "Not before I kick the dust out the rut that I'm stuck in" So that's what up then Holy fuck man! I can't feel my face! I can't heal my race! But i can fuckin I'll fuckin'! I'll... SHIT! I think I'm losing it They gave me prescription drugs but I was abusing them And I didn't want to get stuck in a hospital room again Make a tomb my den Or any other despicable end [Hook] But maybe I do... Maybe I don't... Maybe I will... Maybe I won't.
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[Verse 1] When I throw in the towel they'll all bask in my smell and glory So you wanna know my story, filled with horrors covered in gory allegory? This is what's up doc No carrots to munch on Nah, I never cared much for the tariffs they put on rocks I need to make a living or get busy dying Every night I'm awake lying with visions of my demise behind my eyes And it doesn't worry me a bit As a kid I was hurried into sick beds, put on meds, I was too intense Or that's what they said There was something wrong with me that was ingrained like inbreds So of course I burn twisted incense, increase my sixth sense And peruse through a lucid sentence I guess you could say it's my muse from symptoms I choose my victims by whether or not I love them Then I kill them in public, no bloodshed, enough said What's done is done and you can't reverse shit. [Verse 2] Back in the days of my Jackass tapes I busted my head a couple of times I might have punched some kids in the face It sucks that me and most of my friends had to part ways (Tell me about your friend Dave) Oh Dave? Well dave was the smartest dude i knew in highschool til he started the yays It was after the shrooms, when we would party for days I failed a class or two, and at my age it couldn't have been hard to get laid So I stayed. He moved. I only saw him on holidays But now he's changed Some nights he would call me enraged, trying to explain in waves how he felt fucked and the world was made of fakes And when summer came, those were the last days of Dave. At the base, we did some lines though I knew we'd catch hate crossing those lanes When everybody bounced, the things he was saying were like things that I was thinking. I was like "Calm down dude, you gotta quit drinking" Sinking into thought he didn't stop and he started screaming a lot He wrote a letter and he bounced Dammit! The letter was found by backstabbers on the couch while I was passed out and they read it aloud And that day we found out that we lost him. And I know that when i lose a close friend I lose a part of myself.
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(Can you hear the dissonance? I feel like I was meant to be something different than this, more than this. But maybe I wasn't meant to be you, maybe I wasn't mean to be me)
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[Verse 1 - Chris Robinson] If I died tonight I would be happy with my character Humble as Canada and as strong as America on steroids Lately I been trying to control my roid rage Marijuana helps, 23 this is my stoned age Calm as the eyes of a stone cold killa Ya girl came around and I browse'r like Mozilla But I already got a girl with an ass that's fatter And I leave that shit with bruises like the rings around Saturn Losers quit talking cuz ya losers don't matter You should keep walking before ya brain lose data Our lyrical content make ya brainwaves shatter No need to sweep it up cuz that shit don't matter Burst out the stratosphere, Rush in like Vladimir You try and hold us back, kick rocks, get out of here You don't wanna get out of here? We'll smack you out of here Eat you, take ex-lax, then crap you out of here...BITCH! [Hook] You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch! (x3) Get lost kid...get lost [Paul Thompson] Oh so you lost and now you ended up in my hood? Only way that we can set you free is if you rap good Never found a man I couldn't beat, no one eats my food Seared ragu, no tofu, I cook good I came through, it's so true that you're shook I been robbin' rappers, their egos is all that I took Man said they would never be snitchin' until they got booked I will rap their bodies in stiches if I get one look All of them are actively fishy, they're pawns they're not rooks The way that I will take 'em all out will make a good book You think that you're better than who? Good luck! Cuz you been smokin' rocks with your crew...go cook I can make a vid with you too: straight snuff I swear I know all the shit that I do is fucked up Cuz everytime I do what I do, I'm fucked up I even ran some trains with my crew...that's fucked up! I swear even the dreams I'm pursuing are fucked up! And if you think you can do what I'm doing you're fucked up! [Hook] [Verse 3 - bookworm.] Ya'll already kickin' and smokin' rocks We got you kickin' and smokin' boulders til your toes and ya throat hurt You order hors d'ouvres, I order more dirt Diving in soul first, you border horders Sores hurt formed from mortars thrown at foreigners In different corners Fist full of quarters The man with less of a name Not stressin' no fame, still stressin' the same Blessed with a brain to be tested with pain Lessons that came, and those that went. Sweatin' to gain and clothes get wet Then I step in the frame, and the rope gets stretched Left to be blamed for the hope that's dead While reppin' no shame to cope with it Cuz I never did, and don't give a shit! So leave me the fuck alone, there's some rocks you can go kick Til ya foot's broken, ya eyes don't focus Dope headed, bogus When we done with you...them rocks you'll be smokin!!! [Hook}
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My world's like: "Woah! Sensory overload" My flow is like: "Yo! Don't get caught in the undertow" My brain is like: "Did you know there's a hole in the Ozone though?" My friends are like: "Yeah, but that's just part of the show!" I'm like: "But nobody knows" They're like: "Nobody cares" I'm like: "Is nobody home?" They're like: "Nope, nobody's there" Let me get a tall drink of something anything PLEASE! Water, vodka Leave altered, shocked, hot Sweating, heavy breathing Left and wheezing Right and freezing By bejeezus Kinda teasing the idea of heaving before heading to heaven Or through space And false colours represent true taste Move ways to improve traits Do time, due haste My rhyming caste I've been laced Find your place or get the fuck out my face human waste I'd like to think that everybody is a robot But I dunno if they are and I dunno if they're not And if they are how do I know I'm not like Deckard Or something like Descartes, "I think therefore I art" I blink therefore I'm not I sink to forward thought And backwards regulations that hurt metastasis Displaced faces in a houseful of vases While I'm drinking Red Bull with a head full of bile A dead honest smile I can't lie or I haven't for a while But my hair is still growing The chair is still broken So can I identify it? Or does it defy my idea? My bologna, my ikea My middle name in middle earth Little fame, little perks Silly game, plenty work Pity pains, penny worth Mitigate hidden mirth Sit on planes in the birth canal And I was heard in the world foul Like the homie Mogli and how many told me I was supposed to drown? Ain't that profound? (Ain't it) So check the Blooper reel How does it feel? I got a headache in my tongue, go club a seal I'm from the North Side the ice cream, while I scream At Everybody (Everybody) sinning Cuz there's No Winning While the sky is rising, Au Leve Du Ciel Meeting our demise when all the eyes went To focus on the Rat Race Slap you in the wack face, you fuckin Sleaze Beeping While we Caligari creepin' I'm a Virus when it seeps in Crickets are creekin' And there's a leak in my word distillery No C.O.Ds but don't pity please This my Therapy Til the whole world Kicks Rocks to my Sonata Yada Yada, something odder'll leave you shivering in the Cold It's time to cure the Common ailments of Sensory Overload

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Dedicated to Dave, my late grandmother, and the other BW

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released August 4, 2014

bookworm. (J. Dobski)
Mixed and Edited by Jeremy Dobski
Mastered by Adam Milasincic
Executive Producer: Jeremy Dobski
Artwork by Rawssi (G. Rossi)

Features: Mogli Da Foulchild (A. Nezami), Enemy (B. Trager), Jay DaVille (J. Johnson), Dirtnap (S. Monroe), BK (K. Brooks), Alien Ultra (A. Hecht), Mille Rosado (E. Collins), Poetic Justiz (C. Robinson, P. Thompson), DJ Slam (J. Dewar),

Scrathces and Cuts on "No Winning" by bookworm. (J. Dobski)

All Samples added by bookworm. (J. Dobski)

Cuts on Beep Sleaze by DJ Slam (J. Dewar)

Unless specified all tracks produced by bookworm. (J. Dobski)

"Everybody (Everybody)" "Kick Rocks : A Sonata)" and "Sensory Overload (Common Cold)" Produced by D-Inventa (A. Nezami)

"Au Leve Du Ciel" Produced by Fredy Ink (F. Habre)

"Beep Sleaze" "No C.O.D." "Crickets" and "Therapy" Produced by Mr. Debauch (A. Milasincic)

"Virus" and "Maybe..." Produced by Enemy (B. Trager)

Back up vocals on "North Side" and "Everybody (Everybody)" provided by Rotty Squad (N. Sfetsios, G. Rossi, J. Vieira)

Thank you to everyone who's been a part of my process over the last 10 years. Positive, negative, neutral, you've all been an inspiration. Peace and love!

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bookworm. Toronto, Ontario

A member of the Defective Collective Crew, bookworm.'s music ranges from dark to humorous, to hardcore to simply absurd. This lyrical demon delivers nothing more than words upon words with the grittiest and most surreal delivery. His raps are a game of scrabble, and he's always got a triple word double letter score. ... more

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