Departure (rap) - Superposition
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{verse 1:}
(ay, ay, give them some of that raw shit, man!) uh
Watch chickens fly the coop
Neolithic hood voodoo, nooks and crannies in the stoop
Budding ornithologists are eager for these rapper thieves
And i've never seen a man fall off like me since
Pause, i prefer my critics to be my age
And if this were world of warcraft, i am playing the mage
Thinker like an opossum with a boltzmann brain
And two physical systems merge to thermal equilibrium
Stop, treat all 20 songs as a gedankenexperiment
Hear this, breathe after hearing "superposition"
Clearest of prefactual thoughts, guess what i'm saying next
(present) the foremost of times is considered a gift
If we compare hairs, i'm the biggest leibniz dagger-sticker
But you have to be artificial to get the bigger picture
Pertinent, lyrics are gender benders like eddie izzard
And i'm itching to kill any poet with my trigger fingers
I'm playing madlib beats for mad liberals
And by "mad liberals" i mean a large amount of liberals
And one of these liberals starts freestyling on this beat
And then i realize they've got the lyrics written on their feet
I guess the whole lesson to be gathered from this
Is that you can't be a liberal without cheating, or, like
You know, basically, benefiting from somebody else's harm, right?
Right, so now i'm high up in the sky like a ballooneer
With a magical bucket for collecting all of the moon's tears
This is a metaphor for those quote-unquote non-objectum kids
Feeling a presence actually non-existent for whatever (present) is
For what it's worth, i object your futanari fantasies
Or cooked spaghetti as creature tails spared with sprinkles of cheddar cheese
But cream gets the money before anything
And the government has pigeons in control lined up on puppet strings, jeez
{bridge:}
(was it worth it?) no (yeah, i know, 'cause you're stupid)
(what, what was the point of saying that?) i- i don't know, i don't know
(just, just don't do that dumb shit again, okay?) yeah, sure
{verse 2:}
Go, insert metaphor about med writing metaphors
And explore my obsession with the phrase "common whore"
Consistently written in quotation marks, solidifying its concept
But we shouldn't be objectifying women, i'm finished
Leave me to the lions and sticker pack makers
Whacking rap shit, or rather rapping wack shit about computing packets, ooh
I prefer to present as flashless so my integrity stays intact, bet
Exploring a different side of entertainment television
I see certain people stand by a white guy with a public school jacket
Selfishly, i take implication that he is the better rapper
Check 13 tracks behind, you'll see i already proved the right answer
Flip it around
Anyone in their right mind would know i am the underground sound
And i wrote all of this shit before i'm even allowed to drive
So if rap is a trail, i'm watching everyone get hit by pinecones
{verse 1:}
(ay, ay, give them some of that raw shit, man!) uh
Watch chickens fly the coop
Neolithic hood voodoo, nooks and crannies in the stoop
Budding ornithologists are eager for these rapper thieves
And i've never seen a man fall off like me since
Pause, i prefer my critics to be my age
And if this were world of warcraft, i am playing the mage
Thinker like an opossum with a boltzmann brain
And two physical systems merge to thermal equilibrium
Stop, treat all 20 songs as a gedankenexperiment
Hear this, breathe after hearing "superposition"
Clearest of prefactual thoughts, guess what i'm saying next
(present) the foremost of times is considered a gift
If we compare hairs, i'm the biggest leibniz dagger-sticker
But you have to be artificial to get the bigger picture
Pertinent, lyrics are gender benders like eddie izzard
And i'm itching to kill any poet with my trigger fingers
I'm playing madlib beats for mad liberals
And by "mad liberals" i mean a large amount of liberals
And one of these liberals starts freestyling on this beat
And then i realize they've got the lyrics written on their feet
I guess the whole lesson to be gathered from this
Is that you can't be a liberal without cheating, or, like
You know, basically, benefiting from somebody else's harm, right?
Right, so now i'm high up in the sky like a ballooneer
With a magical bucket for collecting all of the moon's tears
This is a metaphor for those quote-unquote non-objectum kids
Feeling a presence actually non-existent for whatever (present) is
For what it's worth, i object your futanari fantasies
Or cooked spaghetti as creature tails spared with sprinkles of cheddar cheese
But cream gets the money before anything
And the government has pigeons in control lined up on puppet strings, jeez
{bridge:}
(was it worth it?) no (yeah, i know, 'cause you're stupid)
(what, what was the point of saying that?) i- i don't know, i don't know
(just, just don't do that dumb shit again, okay?) yeah, sure
{verse 2:}
Go, insert metaphor about med writing metaphors
And explore my obsession with the phrase "common whore"
Consistently written in quotation marks, solidifying its concept
But we shouldn't be objectifying women, i'm finished
Leave me to the lions and sticker pack makers
Whacking rap shit, or rather rapping wack shit about computing packets, ooh
I prefer to present as flashless so my integrity stays intact, bet
Exploring a different side of entertainment television
I see certain people stand by a white guy with a public school jacket
Selfishly, i take implication that he is the better rapper
Check 13 tracks behind, you'll see i already proved the right answer
Flip it around
Anyone in their right mind would know i am the underground sound
And i wrote all of this shit before i'm even allowed to drive
So if rap is a trail, i'm watching everyone get hit by pinecones
