Oversleeping (From the Forthcoming CrownsDown LP) - Themselves

Fools behind my back talking shit

About myself, my crew

They do it in private, do it in public

For their fans, in front of their friends

Yet never bring it my pad

It 1520 1st ave.

Oakland apt.

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Stop by and get your careers over with already

You can demean us and call us elitist

How sheepish

So be it

Ease-ed

Defeatist short leaded ideas

Eat it

I do and bleed it

Black out as heart heated reason

On a Jel beat and

Ya beefin' I’m over achieving

In you dis-believing meaning

Even knows that your breathing

Conceit is a beach

Ya -uckin with deep end

Stepping to me and my L.L.C and

You can get

Count with the sheep and caught

Over cousin death seeking

2-D in uneven speaking weakened

Heathens you’re over sleeping

In this world you can never get what’s owed

And I ain’t never took a thing

That I ain’t rightfully stole

To meet ends

I eat friends

And do rent

Only thing I regret’s to whom I am in debt

So we stepped star to the clay

Before it had readied our day

On the sun

And that’s done

Like hope guns

For those who waxwing beside it

So is it every man for his island?

Or every hour glass to its sand?

Fuck that we taking hands

In this two man band

Kill in the name of the ant

And we ride to die giving

In the kingdom of can’t

Ain’t a damn thing white or book-light about this

I will take your name

You call my passion your game

You fools fall I’m aimed

These lamb like lions can get tamed

And Im’a set whip on you when I see you

Service concrete

Green room or street

Defeat’ll come for your weak

I’m a cure your sleep…

No. You can’t have the hook

It’s for your face, you gape

We can battle for names, see who becomes who

Except you don’t own yours

So you can’t play

You ain’t no gangster, you sleep too much

And all these fools calling me a faggot when they on all the dick

Just another F word for the weakest in the herd

And I will wolf you!

When did rap proper

Go all just jester and death vessel

The emptiness equivalent of rock gone hair-metal

Do you wear medals

Or do they wear you

Like all shells will do

There was a plank and I leapt

Off Into the debt

Of an over due set

Of decades and chest

Of a hound in the wound and the wet

In the down of your drowned to lament

Crowned in the sound of you spent

When not bent

Like a spear in the side of a star

In the brights

Of your small fear

And whites of your are

And bad ear gave in awe & all

To the tongues of the young and incurable

A Something to never numb in the blur of a durable apathy aired era

Actually

My words ring right and exact

Over the mirror in fact

Where what’s will and flesh laps

See also: How kill leaves trap

With respect or its head broke at the mercy of bread their big red spread

across the professed and the pled

And none-Luck of the undead

I ain’t fuckin with bed

This here’s an organ of edge

And what are you OVERSLEPT?