"EYE (Neversleep)" - BrokeNOTbrokeN - JET THUMAN

I care enough not to give a shit. Why waste all this raw potential on disappointing you? Go to bed. I’ll watch while you’re out.

I just won’t… I will never sleep

three in the morning up since last week

I just can’t… couldn’t give a damn

better off at a salon tryna get a tan

I just don’t… don’t really care

I feel so cold ice box Frigidaire

I just don’t… don’t give a fuck

I once thought I could, since then nothing much

momma don’t like me, i really can’t blame her

she sees i’m selfish; she can’t see a failure

thinks i’ll rule the world or at least become mayor

she loves my potential; that’s just mother’s nature

i’m a piece of the shit (no offence to the creator)

i just know i’m a bastard really i’m my biggest hater

my lil bro’s asthma don’t need no inhalers

that’s a dub, we just puff, put clouds in the air

i never paid attention, he hungered for the influence

now i can’t pay for shit, actually let’s not get into it

the past is not the present so his older brother’s dead

it’s irrelevant; i am only pictures in his head

sorta like just what my father is to me

not to say he never bothered; pops is pretty fatherly

plenty babymommas, so there was no time to father me

i wondered, ‘is he proud?’ regardless, now i think, ‘probably’

but it doesn’t really matter, nothing ever did

We’re all gonna die. Some of us will live.

They are alive; the rest are undead.

The youth, forever young. I won’t ever go to bed.

I just don’t… I don’t ever sleep

three in the morning up since last week

I just can’t… couldn’t if I tried

couldn’t even look like i care if i lied

I just won’t… I will never know

What’s going on, why I feel so cold

I just don’t… don’t give a fuck

I once thought I could, since then nothing much

Of course I love the ladies maybe love is lust

most times I wanna smash but I’m lucky if I bust

I love ass that’s no lie if you got one I can trust

take a seat next to I and maybe you can meet a nut

I gotta be crazy [right?] just a lil retarded

slightly stupid northern lights straight out of a garden

lit up on a sidewalk under arrest me beg your pardon

sometimes i can’t talk this gets the conversation started

Can’t tell you what I’m thinking cuz you’d think I was a ghost

how did i die, or will i have a rest from this smoke

with thoughts so well-baked no wonder why i spoke

i been philosophizing yes or no and if i’m grown

then why do i live at home, i could walk the earth

fuck it forty oz for forty winks for what it’s worth

no rest for the wicked and the rest of us get dirt

mass introspection on the tv wrestling with truth hurts

but it doesn’t really matter, nothing ever did

We’re all gonna die. Some of us will live.

They are alive; the rest are undead.

The youth, forever young. I won’t ever go to bed.

I just can’t… Won’t you let me sleep

shut the fuck up it’s already three

I just don’t… don’t know what to do

fuck the planet, captain, I’m going to the moon

I just won’t… I will never rest

Brain all gone, grey smoke in my chest

I just don’t… don’t give a fuck

Once thought I could, since then nothing much

"D E D" - JET THUMAN

Dying every day because one day you’re dead; every day after that. Constantly under attack, the body endures and the body gains strength. The body is injured and the body heals, only to inevitably lose form, function, power, then die. However, the fatality of living should cause one to forbear saying life is futile. We’re all gonna die but some of us live. They are alive; the rest are undead.

a student honor rolling getting high before school

now i’m so broke so being smart helps whom i need more

money so I can smoke more weed buy more food

I’m a useless eater did you need another clue

sleeping in the morning waking up in the afternoon

baking brain cells blazing up under full moons

NEET delinquent defined so well

neighbor kid grew up used to be so swell

flanderize the NEDs flatter me diddly-doo

juvenile case for the feds family missing me too

somewhere parallel to a bed i’m missing you

however i’m so clever i can still derive some pleasure

by dodging inclement weather keeping warm with the booze

a real charming charlaton ditching the shelter

staying up call your friends they like me cuz i’m like you

or better cutty spots easy cheddar run yo pockets

for my 40 oz i rock it rough my leather you can’t stop it

cuz this hell is my fuel living for a nicer death

all gold tomb but for now i’m a lifer needing rest

so much potential ponyboy stay golden

it’s instrumental you achieve all them goals man

keep it on the mental who knows where you’ll go man

tell the world what you been through 

tell your people where you going

top notch credentials corporate thunderstorm flowing

cash in on the festivities thassa festival performance

uncle festers couldn’t mess with me i’m undead not dormant

the youth within the aged within the wise within the foreign

the moves which one should make are all comprised of schemes to score man

aw damn workaholics anonymous never called him

whos snoring gotta be dreaming if you think you’re more

harder core fam you go ham i go kill pigs aim shots at the law man

take care of ya damn kids they just may find the porn cams

destiny’s child benefits ain’t paying for the car man

she suffers at the lazy hands of one raw man

entire continents in flames just one wrong plan

don’t worry don’t fret tommorow we’ll forget

we could rule the world tonight but tonight i gotta GET

333 666 999 ain’t trippin yet

go ahead see the signs i ain’t look behind me yet

you can try relive the past if you don’t have enough regrets

i’d rather make the dash grab the future in a grip

is it odd this ride ends in death? the rest is worth a trip

"5150 (Five Thousand One Hundred and Fifty)" - testingunfinishedproducts - JET THUMAN

Fuck friends, get famous. Get old, kill yourself. Celebrity and suicide— insane, wouldn’t you say?

threats ain’t shit locked up death wish

that i got call a cop he gon want the assist

get me pop gimme a shot check the aim can’t miss

head for the top prepared to drop fame painless

brain rot famous thoughts on display shameless

maguiring the truth i’m only crazy not stupid i am dead

motherfucking liars can’t keep your lies straight

fuck you staring at better keep your eyes straight

madd dogg grillas mike vick’d punks fake

hot air pumped fake tryna kick it punts nay

don’t ever get it twisted slick i’m tight type braids

blowin minds scalpin witches selling wigs toupes

this is it my way need a lift gotta pay

theres a toll on this road i flow for free all day

what you see’s what i made know i breathe lethal spray

lil bugs hop to it elmer fudd with the raid

catch a feeb slippin ‘round the fiends by the bay

or you can find the king broiling beef BK

they done fucked up now they done fucked up now

i’m on a 5150, three days then i’m out

they done fucked up now they done fucked up now

i’m on a 5150, three days then i’m out

what i say from my mouth only what i can imagine

when i say i’m crowned best believe it’s gonna happen

somebody gon be clapping somebody gon be clapping

hate me after death cuz when i’m gone i’ll take the magic

don’t wake me up yet it’s best you leave him napping

sleeping dog’s lying in asbestos killer wrapping

camera lights action don’t ask me what happened

i just wanna see the other side plus ya reaction

that’s rich try dying split wrist while flying

only takin the piss well shit’s fine why you crying

suicide doors all open while i’m driving

drive-by-bye new noose necktie

kevin bacon pussies foot loose tryna talk jive

no faking machaveli why you tryna stay alive

in the BGs can’t eat couldn’t see

i repeat martydom dummies crash tests be weak

i’m an elite leader omega male of the cult

don’t worry what i’m about alpha kilo clear em out

kill em all let it rip tear em up burn it down

beyond the benefit of a shadow of doubt i know how

they done fucked up now they done fucked up now

i’m on a 5150, three days then i’m out

they done fucked up now they done fucked up now

i’m on a 5150, three days then i’m out

"Bad Advice" - WHO ARE YOU - JET THUMAN

Good advice only gets given if you’re half-listening

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"Unspired" - WHO ARE YOU - JET THUMAN

Uninspired Rap Lyrics

what do i care

piss a stream of consciousness

i can upload it with no fear

i’m a convict’s wish

last words: it’s no fair

they ain’t teach him how to fish

who cares plenty in the sea

i’m getting free never gonna run outta fishsticks

that flounder’s a faggot whats on its wishlist

how-to dvds (learn to swim with a switch)

let the pond scum freeze skate past competish

son youre young gunning for revenge; u kno thassa dish

best served cold lil dudes wanna diss calm down young bo

swing and a miss guess ya can’t go home

mrs dash for the plate she ain’t eat all day

hungry man do ya job give her skeet get paid

whatchu earn with the sperm bank’s not great

you can still hit the salon gwan don a toupe

try nuh get bombed; a fiasco (lupe)

either be black or white; youre too gray

like you know what i’m on right dat shit cray

empathize inebriation save on drugs

buy porn master bateman psychos need hugs

yeah right i’m a male dyke

my butch carry guns she strapped on tight

she even let me bust one thasthat shit she don’t like

s’all good just fun get high as a kite

embrace cliches brother fly like the wrights

going thru a phase where i just can’t write

feelin blocked hit the block for that rock cocaine

it’s just a fad top of the pops cock back and aim

so gnarly no name mad cool without chain

‘bout time they sent some links check my domain

hash-slinging.com-slash-undead-cobain

address my complex call me lil rain mane

i’m retarded only got a quarter brain

15 minutes that’s a quarter 4 fame

you know i mean it when i say i’ma control the game

easy as american pie fuck the mainframe

no lie killin w/ the crew

that’s me myself i and i not you

jah know star of david impress some jews

let em in on the payment purchase some jewels

work the streets beat the pavement my haircut new

dark caesar i’m faded in rome i rule 

in god you trust but gods don’t trust fools

grabbing dosh it’s a must if ya fuss fuck you

so posh stuck up witch you can stick that broom

up ya snatch gotta match if ya wanna smoke too

bad batch have that cuz molly want some shrooms

bullshit her w/ shitakes put on some cartoons

network in the underworld met some goons

at my beck and call beckon beckinsale

vamp tramp drinks jizz like white zinfadel

she want it fresh to death to all infidels

castro district eat a dick in hell

swallow up my flows nuts i spit it well

know life i live it well mine is a joke

i got a whole world to tell. i’m what she wrote

i’m murder yea thats me

nothing in the front pimp thasplain to C

pat me down playboy bunny got a magazine

fulla tranq darts fulla amphetamines

never bet on black i bet on green

can’t rap i’m wack need a better scene

stack on racks give her double Ds

Ed’s dead baby Kankers come with me

Coocoo for Cocoa black bird fling

black snake make ya moan this one make ya sing

sam jack on the phone on a muthafucking plane

i’m tired of these cars in my muthafucking lane

super mario kart hit em with the fucking flames

fireball’s in your court who gonna make it rain

yea say pause like you tryna press start

if i ever sound the same i prolly sound like a fart 

"I Am Cool" - WHO ARE YOU - JET THUMAN

self-esteem, confidence, self-image; it’s all malleable.

im cool yea im fine go on do you

cuz ima get mine drain a pool

wax a ledge im about that grind

make pleasure my business work is playtime

like what is this with this ill skillset

all beef gets grounded & tossed in the skillet

leave em lost & dumbfounded i kill shit

i’m astounding like the loud that i’m piffing

i’ve not got much to say to politicians

set tripping ghetto senate hearing hope ya listening

another death by what he grip another day another shilling

crime scene hi def push play make a killing

what more can i say top billing

headlines made & them papers need filling

plus filing cuz the cash we talking’s to the ceiling

if you don’t feel that i must say fuck ya feelings

what i spit’s cracked call a dentist for some fillings

chipped tooth on my shoulder in an outbreak; i’m bitten

this undead youth is so immortal catch ya slippin

soon don’t sleep hope ya technique’s efficient

dude not a peep im a fool leave them dogs alone

reapers gonna reap & i’ma give these bitches a bone

bring on the demolition man; sylvester stallone

expendables need depends i shit on the throne

get famous fuck your friends leave ya people at home

Me gente es la raza no hableis cabrons

blowing holes in instrumentals elemental watson

no shit sherlock i gotta rock the microphone

i’m in your ear why not put me on ya iphone

ain’t it clear i’m hot a new tropical zone

i’m such a nerd i scream for nice weed cones

bad thoughts make good dreams it might seem wrong

what’s right nine to five family or die alone

that’s right live a lie never do what you want

oh please no not i once i make it i’ma flaunt

remain non-chalant & buy a house for my moms

piss her off with the cussing in all my wap songz

discover new cousins once the press gets buzzing

put me on big L tuff gong ring off mi bell

i needa ward off discussions & tell my own tales

i’m rushing let this commie calm himself

i’m cool call me brule cuz i do this for your health

i’m the toolman taylor gang wizard spells

pass the pabst blue ribbon first place i won’t fail

"Playsmarter" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN

Learning to flirt is supposed to be a natural thing. How males and females interact with each other is a constant curiosity.

WIZARDRY AND WITCHCRAFT.

QUICK TO KISS A BITCH ASS

ON YA LIPS, TALKING SHIT.

THAT WITCH MAKES YOU A BITCH-ASS

BRO YOU CAN GET MAD.

99 THINGS ON MY LIST SAY ‘GET CASH’

MONEY FIRST THEN HASH

SKINNY CHICK THIN ASS

SMOKE A GRAM WITCH FUCK YOUR MAN

THIS WIZARD’S GOT A MISSILE BLAST

HE’S GONNA ASK WHO KISSED HER LAST

I’M JUST GONNA HAVE TO LAUGH

YOU GOTTA BE A GENIUS

BITCHES FRONT, EVERY MONTH

WHAT YOU THINK SHE DON’T WANT PENIS

KEEP TELLING ME SHE CATHOLIC.

SEW WHAT, SHE AINT NO SEAMSTRESS

SHE TEASING AINT NO ACCIDENT

SHE AINT NO SAINT YOU AINT NO JESUS

SAYING IT ONCE; PLEASE BELIEVE THIS

EITHER I GET OFF OR YOU GET OUT

NO DOUBT I’M SPLITTING KNEES, WITCH

OPEN MOUTH IT’S OPEN SEASON

—-

WITCHES WANNA CURSE ME

THEN I GIVE ‘EM COTTONMOUTH

NOW WHO THE FUCK IS THIRSTY

FUCK WHAT YOU TALKING ‘BOUT

BITCH YOU DON’T DESERVE ME

GO AHEAD AND WALK IT OUT

YOU CAN GET A RIDE ONLY IF YOURE HEADING SOUTH

CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE

SWEAR THAT I’MA GET YOU HIGH

YOU WANNA LOOK INTO MY EYES

I AIN’T THE ONE THAT’S STARING NOW

I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU HONEY CHILD

TRANSPARENCY IT’S CLEARER NOW

YOU ONLY FUCK WITH A WIZARD CUZ I’M WELL-ENDOWED

—-

PLAY SMARTER WORK HARDER FUCK DAUGHTERS

STEAL DOLLARS BREAK ORDERS DON’T GET CAUGHT UP

CHASE COMMAS BREAK ORDERS DON’T GET CAUGHT UP

—-

WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDY

AINT THESE WITCHES SICK OF ME?

DONATING DICK TO CHARITY

DICTATING TERMS TO TIFFANY

SHE WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE

CALL MY PHONE WHEN I DITCH THE SCENE

LET THIS BOY COOK UP A BITCH MOB FRICASEE

UNDERAGE, SHE LIL, B AND SENTIMENTAL; KENNY G

I’M LAUGHING AT THE BANKS WITH THIS SKANK NAMED HILARY

I GOT YOU TO THANK FOR MY CHAUVINIST CHICANERY

ARROGANCE APPEALS TO THESE MUNROE WANNABES

YOU WANNA BE WONDERFUL I’M JUST WONDERING IF YOU’LL SWALLOW THESE

NUTS AND THIS NUT WHEN I BUST IN YOUR CHEEKS

IT AINT MUCH DTF YO WHATS UP WITH THE FREAKS

TRYNA FUCK WHERE’S THE SLUTS THEY THE FRIENDS I NEED TO MEET

GET IN THE VANS LEMME SKEET FROM THE WINDOWS OFF THE WALL

I’M IN YOUR HEART LEMME BEAT SENDING SWIMMERS TO YOUR JAWS

LOOKING FOR DINNER AND A CALL BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY

WE CAN DANCE TO YO SONG BUT THESE DRINKS AIN’T FREE

WELL I DID STEAL THESE BEERS BUT YOU STILL OWE ME

SO WHAT’S THE DEAL WHAT IT IS BITCH YOU DON’T KNOW ME

STILL DEALING WITH THAT STRESS I KEEP A LOUD OZ

SISTER SISTER INCEST THAT’S TAMERA MOWRY

AND YA TIA NOT YO TIO GIMME MILFS AND AUNTIES

ME FRIO, YOU FRIJOLES TOGETHER WE COOLBEANS

BRITNEY PLEASE SPARE ME YEAH I KNOW HOW IT SEEMS

I’M SUCH A WOMANIZER MY WORDS ARE INSULTING

IF IT’S SUCH A SOCIAL ISSUE YOU CAN BLAME SOCIETY

I’M STILL FUCKING WITH YOU YET YOU AIN’T TIRED OF ME

"Feelbetter" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN

This life is wrought with distressing experiences and hopeless feelings, but those terrible times make the good ones last longer.

Living in the future; the present’s a past reality.

Can’t wait; I’ve gone to the day I can happily

look back on all the people that were mad at me:

haters, hangers-on and fake bitches. So sad to see

someone expecting something when only death is guaranteed.

Yeah, death is guaranteed, so life is a formality.

Embalm me in formaldehyde. When I die I’ll casually

look toward the sky, knowing why life has handed me

these cards and these lemons. I pucker up my poker face.

If there’s a god and a heaven they’re waiting for my mixtape.

Yeah, make no mistake, they’re shaking with the jitters.

My flow’s amazing grace. You can put that on your twitter.

140 characters, that’s not enough figures.

Colt 45 damager, drunk off the bitters.

Homie, if you’re feelin’ low just know we gonna get ‘em.

Here, hit the dro. Sneak-a-toke, one hitter.

We’ll reach the top smoking cigarettes; no quitters.

They say life’s a bitch, then you die and forget her.

So live with no regrets and maybe life becomes a pleasure,

but if you’re still stressed then I hope you feel better.

Yeah, I hope you feel better, cuz we deserve the world.

Ain’t no reason we should settle when we’re sweating from this work.

Shout out to the Go-Getters. Go get what you deserve;

can’t nobody get it for you. That’s a hard lesson to learn.

I gotta kill the stress, just roll it up and let it burn.

Since we’re all in this mess, you’re entitled to what you earn.

When liars lie to you it’s only natural. Friends turn

their backs on you, thinking you need ‘em to return.

Fuck that, I ain’t concerned. Politically correct pussies

must be on that sherm. Players think that they can push me,

like buttons on controllers. They don’t know. They can’t move me

cuz I’m stuck. Thanks to good kush, I stay groovy.

Yeah, I stay groovy. Do you; I’ll do me. Cliches are true, B.

They say people want what they can’t have. Well, do we?

Cuz I just want some peace, a piece of ass and a doobie.

Is it so much to ask? Is this life a movie?

All these actors and actresses, all acting screwy.

This film is such a mystery.

Dogs eating dogs still tryna be cool with Scooby.

Save the snacks, hear my hunger on this track.

Soon, you’ll see.

I’m the man, I’m the best. I’m a different Mr. West.

Understand? I’ve covered wars. Baby, why cover your chest?

Ain’t we stars? Shine bright. Diamonds in the limelight.

I’m tight, and my boo has a tighter behind, aight?

Hindsight; 20/20. Rhymes? I got plenty.

Looking back, I had some fine times. So many

white girls in the line. Oh, Wendy. Dang, Izzy.

Meagan’s love still rains; does Tovah still miss me?

Kelsey, stay healthy. Some day we’ll share this whiskey.

Hope you felt me; you damn sure can’t kiss me.

Girly, if you’re feelin’ low just know we gonna get it.

Here, hit the dro. Sneak-a-toke, one hitter.

We’ll reach the top smoking cigarettes; no quitters.

I say life’s a sister. You’ll miss her’s how I figure.

So live to love cuz I know I’d hate to forget her.

And maybe once we’re gone we’ll finally feel better.

"AsthMatic" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN

Smoking, even when it is obstructing your progress, is nice.

The need to breathe, in- and exhale.

I agree good weed never fails.

Don’t trip we ain’t rolling; no pills.

Fire-hot— paradox; we so chill.

Fort Knox, gold blocks, the flow builds.

Show up the game, sho nuff, deal or no deal.

A machine in a dream, with a twist for the tale.

Can’t see beyond the sample what the beats tryna tell.

The story’s only boring if you think you know it well.

Originality’s dead. So’s my lungs. Get killed off this kill.

Cherry red, light fire. Tight cipher: killa kill!

Rap lifer traps biters. Call ‘em out for eating DOOMs FOOD.

Wack shiestas. Rude dude rolling up doob tubes,

snapping crack lighters. Lil papa popping up on YouTube.

Can’t stop, no control; I’m on cruise. You can’t touch my flight, sir.

The need to breathe, in- and exhale.

I agree good weed never fails.

Over seas, aeroplanes, farewell.

Overseas, feel the breeze in the sails.

We’re between here and hell

with a clear view of pearly gates.

So sure you’d faint from the spells.

It’s the bliss like a wish from the well.

Green kisses are the best ones to tell.

Hold up, park the car; we stopping rightchyea.

L sparked and the lass rightchyea rated R.

So you know she gonna spend the night, yea,

and if she like the cinema, I’ma show her some stars.

Not even that into her, I’m just down for the cause:

Friendly pussy is practice, I unhook your bra.

I’m only 22; got plenty time for the broads.

Screw the game, condom off. Rawdog for the blogs.

Never soft. Softserve ice cream for the N.E.R.D.s.

Check the verb. That’s action from my words.

Enough clapping. Ambience for the audience;

atmospheric reactions. All the ants,

all the slugs know the curse. They said I got a lot of nerve

from the way I handle curves. Tokyo Drifting on these witches

til I splurge. As an unknown I’m unheard. My rules are unwritten,

cuz I switch ‘em for the worse. No room for feelings,

only catch ‘em for the nurse. You got no clue what I’m dealing

with. You wouldn’t be the first to tell me how I’m killing it.

No discussion; end of it. So disgusting; isn’t it?

My arrogant depression’s impressive.

Are you feeling it? Am I the realest yet?

I could’ve sworn that my swords steel is the best.

I’m sure I’ma vet, cuz the war never rests.

Clips drop, this hip hop’s aiming for ya chest.

Whichever poof pops shit takes a bulletproof test;

hope you got them iron lungs, young hesh Phelps.

Let the trees burnt leaves serve my fill

until I am the smoke and the smoke is my self.

The need to breathe, in- and exhale.

We agree good weed never fails,

so, please give me the details:

Why I love it, why they hate it, why it sells.

Separating what I did from what I will.

So my soma is a plant, not a pill.

Thank Ford I can afford a little peace of goodwill.

Never bored; reap stress, rolling in the fresh scrill.

A world full of danger, yet this can’t kill.

How could I be a stranger to Mary Jane? Je t’aime.

Flames for my love, fuel for my pen.

Same old drugs abused yet again and again and again…

"Slave 2 Smoke" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN

“Well, Stan, the truth is marijuana probably isn’t gonna make you kill people, and …it most likely isn’t gonna fund terrorism, but… Well son, pot makes you feel fine with being bored and… It’s when you’re bored that you should be learning some new skill or discovering some new science or… being creative. If you smoke pot you may grow up to find out that you aren’t good at anything.” - Randy Marsh, South Park

Yeah, I’m gonna twist it up.

What you feel like?

This is what makes me feel right.

Yeah, I need them nights when the radiator hiss

match my lips as I snatch this bliss;

crushed buds for crushed spirits.

Lungs on the sleeve; only way to wear it

until I am aware it’s the only chain I’m wearing.

Make my gold green before I put it on.

I figure if I go green there’s really nothing wrong.

Build the spliff, hit the bong, cook the blunt, turn it on,

Til i write the world another weed song.

Let it in, don’t let it out.

Ghost them hits til Exorcist comes with a friend to get it out.

Hit the switch, I’m feelin’ it, I’m turnt up, I’m gettin loud.

I turn me down, I’m tryna chill.

Got a full cup; I’m finna drown, but I ain’t spill.

Crossfade; fire at will, this shit is kill.

Everything is Purple Haze; Hendrix swagg.

I’m gone for days. I kiss the sky, I’m there a while.

Said she won’t fnck but ditched her guy.

She in denial, I’m in her now. Say I’m too long; I’m the Nile.

Leave her walkin’ Egyptian style.

Crush a bit, a whole lot, roll it up; it’s only pot.

Take a hit, how you feel? Feelin it? Yeah, it’s real.

This is it. This is what the ancients did. What’s your deal?

Baby, THC ain’t where Satan live; opposite.

Kill the devil, burn the stress. Call us rebels and we worry less.

Real boys, real girls, no strings attached; wireless.

Smoke will curl around the back while we lose our breath to this.

On the precipice of where we’re at and where we’re tryna get.

"BBY" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN

Women are often concerned with being degraded, and, thanks to our media, females have to project appearances they may not want to. However, appreciation for women’s bodies and admiration of the female form is hard to express without coming off as objectification.

You’re so pretty

(A picture of perfection)

And if you’d let me

I’d give you that connection

The kind people only have with their reflections.

Come on, don’t be shy. My eyes are detecting

you want a good time but still need protection.

That’s why I’ve arrived; the dull days are through.

Put the cat in a hat, take a picture. That’s cute.

We can do this, but that’s fun too.

Don’t stress, sweetheart. Beauty becomes you.

—-

Bottomline: there is no undo.

Even the undead can see it’s untrue

To say you aren’t it: the shit, Winnie the Pooh,

Gets a Tigger mad quick but I don’t act a fool.

That’s impractical when trying to impress

the witch, beautiful. Just one last caress

of Ms. Fit, cut the bull; bull-fighter finesse.

No switch to pull to get you to undress;

I can push your buttons BBY dial down the stress.

Heard the word on the street yet, girl? I’m the best.

You’ve dealt with the rest but I don’t ever sleep,

like a cop on the beat always walking the streets,

and pillow talk under sheets leaves sparks

to burn deep in the heart. So, you see, from the start

it was me that noticed you but a blind man feels,

and he’d notice too. So what’s the deal, baby boo?

Let’s be real. Ain’t it true

you’re a salty lonely heart looking for something brand new?

I can be your Pepper. Doesn’t spicy get you wetter?

If it do, it’s my pleasure. Tell me if you’re hot;

Cool kisses make it better and you’ll want all I got.

—-

Oooh baby— B B Y,

lookin’ grade-A; please tell me why

you would ever shed a tear

when your body’s so prime.

If anything’s missing from U it’s I.

—-

Don’t lie. Can you deny that the chemistry

between you and I is just right?

If it’s love you need I can make that all night.

Foreplay for gods four years three strikes

like two high school baseball teams

everything I’m pitching to you’s only what I mean

no matter how it seems when you catch me staring

gleam from my eyes makes intentions apparent

a little obscene but attention is caring

and I’m only paying as much as you did to what you’re wearing

Your elegance is obvious; no beating ‘round the bush.

I’m sure you keep it neat and trim, good puss.

Nice kitty, tight tush

—-

For sho’, you already know I’m after dat ass

Baby ain’t ready though. So let’s step up the class

Romance in the garden; I work the hoe. No Frenching?

Beg your pardon. Can’t you see, Butterfree?

My Metapod hardens. Get a grip on the sitch.

A helping hand, darling. That’s fine, use your lips

I don’t care which; you can rock your body

or you can start bobbing. Your head keeps nodding.

You tryna tell me something?

Cuz I should let you know that I think I’m falling.

It’s love. Look at what you’re starting.

I feel I better spell it out before I die

—-

Oooh baby— B B Y,

lookin’ grade-A; please tell me why

you would ever shed a tear

when your body’s so prime.

If anything’s missing from U it’s I.

—-

As sweet as skittles, you’re my new prescription;

I need you like they say I need Ritalin.

Just hit them high notes and I’ll keep fiddlin’.

Your panties and your bra still in the car

we play padiddle in. This feeling’s getting bigger than

the tent that I’m pitching in my jeans;

‘bout to bust through the seams. You know, you’re even fitter than

the girls in my dreams. Didn’t think you’d be a spitter.

You’re a winner. Don’t you wanna suckseed?

If you make a mess, then I hope you lick it clean.

If you don’t smoke cess, lemme help you go green.

Girl, you’re a treasure, was your chest made for me?

I got a key. Does it fit? Come, let’s see.

Meet me halfway; do the splits, sweet pea.

You’ve been locked away all day (that’s NEET)

but I know you wanna play. Wouldn’t you agree?

Or would you rather be alone; man in the boat at sea.

"P B V" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN

I used to drink a lot.
This is a song about how alcohol affects your life and relationships.

12 minutes past 6, the sun burns my eyes.

I feel like shit; dunno why I’m outside.

Woke up in the park, passed out on the slide,

pretty far from the crib, so I gotta catch a ride.

Guess I’ll hit up Joe cuz he’ll prolly know

what I did last night. So I get up off the flo’,

shut my eyelids tight— my head’s about to blow;

it’s so goddamn bright and my mind’s dimmed low:

another hangover. I’ve had lots of practice.

Got a headache the size of Zach Galifinakis.

Cellphone’s dead, dunno where my contacts is.

Can’t charge the mobile: no cash, no plastic.

But it’s not so drastic, I head down the street

looking for my memories in the concrete.

I could really go for a green swisha sweet,

so the next alley I reach I gotta be discreet

cuz I meet the weedman, Tito, on the beat

and he’s got remedies for 10 or 15.

I owe him 25 to get a grip on the scene,

watching the smoke rise, wondering where I’ve been.

Now that I’m stoned and effectively faded

I’m hella ready to go to the home I shoulda stayed in,

but Joe’s pad’s closer— I’ve already made it,

and Joe’s got a story that’s bound to be amazing.

I got a couple bowls left so we’re blazing,

he’s telling me how I showed up to the party:

Already raging; a handle of Bacardi,

hitting on fat chicks (flattering their bodies),

downed a couple beers with the old-fashion shotty.

It was cool. Apparently, I was doing fine.

After three brews it was all a good time.

Then somebody said Tequila and I said I got the lime.

Six shots later I’m a Colt 45,

revolving and turning and spinning round the room.

Had to chill with an L of some loud, like boom.

Crossfaded on the couch, got stuck too soon,

cuz the cops come through and everybody better dip,

but if I ain’t slippin in some witches, save that shit.

So I’m grippin on a kitten named Princess Brit,

and Brit’s got a bottle (looks like ‘bout a fifth).

Our princess helps this pissed kid ditch the pigs,

dip to the cut, slips the drink, offers me a swig.

The Peanut Butter Vodka harder than big Popov hit.

I said “wtf is this?” and vomited.

Now it’s clear as day; instant replay.

I can recall ralphing up and wrecking it.

Oy vey, the juice I eliminated with the gin

mixed with the eighth (smoked to the face for the grin)

switched and replaced my daze and confused inhibitions

with ways to win, plus perks after the mission.

So, subsequently, given the intermission,

Princess decided it was high time she went missing.

Told the chick to listen, she quit chirping and tripping.

I whipped it out, asked if I could kindly put the tip in.

She kinda laughed, sipped the PBV then said she’d lick it

but only if she and me don’t bone nor ever kick it.

‘You’re cool and whatever,’ she says she respects it,

but not to expect everybody always feeling the funk.

‘I recommend a real hobby. Some folks drink,

but boy, you get drunk.’

"This Game Sucks" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN

Personally, I find the current system does not work to the benefit of industry. I demand satisfaction from the ones that claim to drive the economic machine because media, medicine, food and weapons shouldn’t be sold the same.

This game sucks, kinda like this beat does.

Time to switch the game up. Go back, press B cuz

these lame ducks all lined up? I hunt them; we eat up.

My doggs in the grass for that ass and them zebras.

Survivors’re no liver with lessons from Aretha.

Sack all these hacks if they can’t keep up.

Alley cats crack wise til the pussy get beat up.

I’m so Frank. West would try to be us,

but that chance’s slimmer than Hank Hill’s urethra.

Come catch fade with a young dark Caesar.

If ya feel underpaid just throw them G’s up;

Grove Street money in the GTA-Trust.

Roam streets til they bust or they waste us.

A future we created that’s so outrageous

No murder, black birds; that’s so Raven.

Can’t you see beyond the words,

who is paid to say them?

Who is paid to explain? Who we pay to relay them?

Everybody playing’s either paying or evading.

Ammo over money in the multiplayer mayhem.

Ain’t it funny? These NPCs think they’re playing.

What’s the deal, Guild seal? No red pills; I’m awakened.

Two 4Lokos, six shots (am I mistaken?)

American Clay idols, lost souls, belly Aiken

mortal’s buy dirt. I guess the sun is Satan’s

and, as long as we’re Earthbound,

I won’t be stuck home

rating all the worst sounds.

Rusty Ventures on the trombone;

The album just went brown.

When I touch tones phones get whipped out

and the tunes cross time zones.

Hollaback. No Doubt. Yo, holmes, smell ya later.

Here’s a letter to your sister, just Bill the Haters.

Sorry, Mister. Saturn’s rings ain’t enough to pay us.

Sleep on me if you want, Death suggests you stay up.

Through a screen, darkly, constantly making my way up,

Grinding XP til my Windows go foggy.

Rapping, fapping, bowl-packin: three hobbies.

Harry’s House Party with Kid, Play and Dobby

La-di-da-di check it, Slick, you can call me Wreck-It Rick.

Gonna Ralph; you make me sick. Find me? Change your hopes

Even with your rectum on my dick I’m still Gary Oak:

You just can’t catch ‘em, Ash. Just ask.

Ashy elbows? That shit makes no cash.

So, this game sucks, but it won’t be the last.

I can switch it up: a Swisha blunt fulla grass,

a Switchblade makes the cut. Burn a chomp, never pass.

I’m the biggest Bully in my Rockstar class.

My doggs in the grass for that ass and them zebras.

Survivors’re no liver with lessons from Aretha.

Sack all these hacks if they can’t keep up.

Alley cats crack wise til the pussy get beat up.

I’m so Frank. West would try to be us,

but that chance’s slimmer than Hank Hill’s urethra.

Come catch fade with a young dark Caesar.

If ya feel underpaid just throw them G’s up;

Grove street money in the GTA-Trust.

Roam streets til they bust or they waste us.

"CRITICAL (MassKilling)" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN

When you’re tired of your elders telling you how it is (yet you know how it could be) sometimes it feels like all that’s left to do is get fucked up and wait for change.

Here we go. Deep breaths, let ‘em last.

Exhale. Get up fast. Cheap rest, out the do’h.

Inhale. Get to class, cheat tests, courses passed.

Burn Ls. Bell rings, Streets next.

Smoke rings we blow. Outta cash.

Retail. Five fingers find things fine.

You know, split fast. Me gets mine.

“Why?” they ask. We tell:
Fixed on the mind but passed them details.

Asking, “How can one be so gone?”

—-

You know what I’m on. Same shit, different week:

fuck a bitch, or jerk off, write a song, go to sleep.

Wake up, burn a J, jack a beer, skate ruff.

Same day, different year: start a brawl, act tuff,

dgaf who cares? Same month, different planet:

What? You thought intelligence with life could withstand it?

—-

Animated greatly. Manic; living Wakko Wishes.

Raised so vicious; never planned it. Wash them dishes,

understand it. Treat a bitch like a turret;

don’t be surprised when I man it.

Energized bunny bandit hopping on hips, between thighs,

on demand since these chicks realized

if you give a fuck, then you might get a prize.

Someone blows up, someone loses their life:

She chases dreams. He’ll get a wife.

We rape the scene, fuck the game with a knife,

play insane, rip the seams, creep at night,

shame Lois Lanes (Clark can’t beat her right).

It’s all in the teeth. You can’t eat her wrong.

—-

You know what I’m on. Same shit, different week:

fuck a bitch, or jerk off, write a song, go to sleep.

Wake up, burn a J, jack a beer, skate ruff.

Same day, different year: start a brawl, act tuff,

dgaf who cares? Same month, different planet:

What? You thought intelligence with life could withstand it?

—-

Going hard like granite. Make the folks go, “Dammit,

what’s the deal with these kids? Is it sex? Should we ban it?”

If the dick she’s sucking fits did the puzzle come damaged?

Survey that. And the survey says, “Black and white hats

ain’t much without head. Give into the lust; get into a bed.”

Made to penetrate. Must climax long.

—-

You know what I’m on. Same shit, different week:

fuck a bitch, or jerk off, write a song, go to sleep.

Wake up, burn a J, jack a beer, skate ruff.

Same day, different year: start a brawl, act tuff,

dgaf who cares? Same month, different planet:

What? You think life with intellect would ever understand it?

—-

Busy building the bazaar cuz your gramps ran it.

Trade encounters at the swapmeet; it gets handed.

Who plays Jaffar, the Genie, and Aladdin?

Bouncing stage left to get some Abu from Jasmine.

No creeds; only assassins. Go green; high fashion.

It’s greed; stop asking. Who needs to buy it?

Who wants to tax it? Who’s gonna sell it?

Where’s all the action? They tryna burn it all

and they ain’t even matching. PICs packing—

well, soon, death willing. If I put the Light to this L, who’s the villain?

Couple more feet at the beach; we’ll be chillin’.

Best ice age yet. Ain’t that cold. No kidding.

New chief, same ways. No gold, new children.

Go dumb, stay faded. Keep fucking, keep building.

No space, can’t move. Get down, start diggin’.

Hit core, flood race. Critical Mass Killing.