H E L L O _ W O R L D
Title | H E L L O _ W O R L D |
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Artist | Jake the Adversary |
Album | Tabiya |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] Mid-range, lo-fi, high-concept Kid’s brains don’t like my concepts Flip flame, flow fly, find progress No game, no life, no contest [Verse 1] Fuck yo'-- "Who that boy? Why he rap?" Well, I guess I’m tryna' be just like my boy YTCrack- Er, I’m calling him my boy, but he’s not, so in fact I’m myself, other cats prolly won’t write me back Augh, peep the declaratory distinction Fuck a label, this is just rap territory distinction Class-time teacher can hand-garrote delinquents The last five surviving can damn inherit my inklings [Verse 2] Getting indie on the lo-fi shit But if a person fucking with me, I’ma blow right quick And I’m perpetually busy, but I don’t quite quit 'Cause I got no time for dealing with a no time -ish You bitchin ‘bout the game’s how I bitch about the Hugos The kids amount to lames, gettin' clicks about the UFOs I’m rude though, Moody Blue flows, like I’m Fugo Cruising through notes- I was growing up on Kabuto [Verse 3] Writing out the type of shit that’s printed on demand If you wanna do collabs, then I’m spitting in my hand Happy if you’ll have me, and pissy if you won’t - oh Kick it in a dojo, miss me with the dough jokes Straight bumping with the trumpeteous zeal Half the time, I argue shit, like whether numbers are real Not a plus when it’s sorta hard to sum what I feel But smiling when they say the game’s dead and blood has congealed [Verse 4] I like literature, not Jane Austen I’m into integers, and not lame sophists Magic cylinder to solve game problems A cynic sinecure, the dogs stay novice Cats crowd around, give 'em constant acknowledgement Buys own hype, yeah, he’s falling for all of this Adversary type, and my gall is impolitic, and few Know me, like I’m Herzegovinan politics You might also like[Verse 5] Probe meridian, yeah I know it’s -govinian I get most of the idiots in a roast, like Davidians And I wish I could keep a Dymaxion sleep schedule Rapping for cheese, keep it rapid release, hence No one’s gonna prevent me from rhyming it maybe on beat Waxing abstract while I’m lying back on the concrete Deadhead mess SFX def' excess I read SFF FFS [Verse 6] GPA fulla' As, guy seems so NEET Check a chess rank, more a high C, low B 'Cause I suck at openings, and endings, and mid-games I’m only coping with contending with misnames Uh, misnomers, no Jacob, a kid sober Bringing technicolor dream-coat shit when I flipped over The dude’s a big loafer in a pair of big loafers "HELLO WORLD", prints out my mouth when I spit toner |