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No C​.​O​.​D.

from Due Time by bookworm.

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lyrics

[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]

credits

from Due Time, released August 4, 2014
Produced by Mr. Debauch (A. Milasincic)

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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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