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Cuna the Dude
Leader of the Animal Crew

So looney off the sploof gas
I’m Maximillian at the front of the Goof Troop
So sick with the shits that even doodoo I release is fool-proof

You might sprain your noodle
Playing brain games with a group of lames over who rules the public pool

Take discomfort like medicine
Tastes like the sediment you spit when crawling out the grave
and back into the living day
Attached to creation and coerced by success to become a slave
Neither a squire nor a knave

Neither a liar nor a soothe-sayer but they do believe in fate
In an adjacent seat I fell asleep muttering “all great religious text reads the same”
In the end money is a pawn and we’re all caught in the game

Fame is a waste

I often think of even dropping out the indie industry
Save the raps for the homies and the paintings for family gatherings
Cop a career and observe rap from the faculty like when i was a brand new fan of Can Ox ‘round 2003

The feeling simultaneously rocks and tightens noose-knots

Anxiety til he nauseous
Then the direct deposit drops and I shut the fuck back up as I roll another blunt

Rinse and repeat til my heart turns to dust or till I’m actually paid what I want
Another leap of faith around the sun

I can smell the Monsanto in your weed cartridges
Smarmy nigga artifice suddenly found as unintentionally addictive is a common fuckin argument for “y’all ain’t shit”
Like momma said “don’t be smokin’ spliff and not pay the rent”

True bliss

Lost in the Overlook Maze of my mind searching for direction and stumbling through time
Rejecting the luster and shine of the diamond
Like how siren’s songs draw the dick to the hand and the breast to the eye

Just to rhyme was a fine time

till the doorbell chime and the landlord crying
Now I gotta sell myself for a fucking dime cause work isn’t working or worth it and you can’t press rewind

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from i am my own dead​-​end (so step aside), released November 24, 2020

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