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• Written by Lowercase-G
Lowercase-G's Notes
Don't have Wi-Fi(too expensive) so I'm doing this on my phone and having some trouble with soundcloud recordings.
Recording will go up eventually though. Working on a mixtape "M.E."
Even though its festering, the reason why
Is something still important, deep inside my mind
.who what when, where are thy
The voice of answers hiding in the sky
Where do my prayers go after I die?
Just to myself? Am I the answer tonight?
Should I just tough up and fess up
Dress up and learn how not to deny?
Because epitome is a synonym for him, society's enemy
He's the new age eminem who ain't so slim
But shady as ever you may call him feminem
Though lowercase-G is better, yeah, that's my pseudonym
Its god as a noun non-proper
Who knew the lord is a pill popper
Who trips on life nonstop through the hills that he walks
Observing nature and the fields humanity fills
Creating equations Like an excel spreadsheet that's making us ill
Ill say it simply pollution still kills
Even though global warming ain't real
There's an invasion of rappers I can't feel
Who are polluting the game with what few call skills
But its ceasing because when masters exist,
pupil's feel in awe of their presence
Thus in the present, you're all peasants
Chained to society with the best cuts of veal
Ill take a slice of hoof, oops I mean heel.
Even though its festering, the reason why
Is something still important, deep inside my mind
.who what when, where are thy!
The voice of answers hiding in the sky?
Where do my prayers go after I die?
Just to myself? Am I the answer tonight?
Should I just tough up and fess up
Dress up and learn how not to deny!
Because the world is flat, and if you don't believe me
Ask bobby ray to explain with a map
No kickstarter needed imma prove this shit with a rap
Serve it up in wrapping, calling it saran crap
Gaia's girth, I promise you, is less than a gnats
Because when I walk away, there ain't no coming back
Endless horizons! I'm always arriving and striving
To end all the crying cause I'm trying to stay strong
So that I can keep the place that I'm on
But no matter how far I walk, that person is gone
I can't find myself--he's not where I left him
Must be somewhere else, I guess I must've shelved him
I guess I must be selfless I guess...
I must've dealt it, this hand that I've built
From someone else's deck, where jokers get peeled
Even though its festering, the reason why
Is something still important, deep inside my mind
.who what when, where are thy
The voice of answers hiding in the sky
Where do my prayers go after I die?
Just to myself? Am I the answer tonight?
Should I just tough up and fess up
Dress up and learn how not to deny?
Because I'm growing fatter with the passing of time
Even though I'm broke panicking in the grocery line
Mentally separating my goods, deciding which are important foods
Formula yep, swiss rolls you bet, but five dollar fruit
No way in fucking heck throw it back so fast that I'm twisting my neck
Call it the whiplash effect.
My shits ain't solid, living off sugar not salad
Its runny and smells pretty bad
Which is funny until I think of what I've had
And I realize that I haven't been this bad
Since I was twelve and its making me sad
I thought I was an adult cause I had a job and some cash
But I deferred my life and wasted my past
Now I'm passing real fast past that pittance of cash
Ignoring the numerous outstretched hands
I'm running my own life now with the tactics of a fascist.
That's why I might write lyrics to use as a bastion.
Even though its festering, the reason why
Is something still important, inside my mindwho what when, where are thy
The voice of answers hiding in the sky
Where do my prayers go after I die?
Just to myself? Am I the answer tonight?
Should I just tough up and fess up
Dress up and learn how not to deny?
I'm who, what, when, where and why
The people will rise up and learn to defy
The public order of the capitalist mind
Its time we learn to redefine what constitutes a crime
And like real authors rewrite the constitution Line by racist line
its an instititution that hasn't aged fine
Cross the mason-dixie find the support that I'm missing
Then we'll march on Washington
And give the sitting pussies a fisting.
This is a call for Guerilla warfare
on the elections they've been fixing
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Lowercase-G
Member since December 14 2016