Wasteland Ballads - Soundtrack 2020

Playlist with a theme. Existence is a goddamn meat grinder.
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Batshit, I'm batshit
My ship's crashed, my zags zig
I'm all whiplash in that black tent
Black ash on my flag pan
I go zip zap and y'all backspin
Y'all spacecrafts call mayday
I like tailspins when they backlit
Cats scrambling for that safe space
Plays defense around dead zones
Next up to call explode
Rest up, I go death punch
Your reign's effed up you FO
Stow episodes and all star maps
To get veterans to bring barf bags
Bring hellfire and little party hats
For those parting ways with they tarmac
Blast off and get waxed off
These saboteurs are like pack dogs
I might zoom off in they boomerang
Line 'em up and they're illuminated
Goes "ooh" and "ahh" and you too late
We got a failure to communicate
In my rearview's a little planet Earth
And my calendar is straight doomsdays

Fuel up and I steamroll
You better moonwalk when I screen scroll
I feed cats the ways to these gamma rays
And my hands shake, it's all sleeper hold
Ease in and get heave-ho'd
With no easy mode and no foul play
Bounty hunters get found out
Power up or get outpaced

Ease away to 3 A.M
He found freedom in the mayhem
Amen
Amen
Gimme a lost world to locate
Get ghosted, walk or don't obey
Okay
Okay

Time is not being a good friend
Smoke is being a good bookend
I'm no joke, I only go full send
Don't poke at the purebred bull-head
Dogfights that call for all fight songs
Start crossing names off the flight log
Might light cigars off the fireball
We're well past any kind of dialogue
Warfare and on warfare
I like rocket fuel in my morning air
I like red buttons under iron fists
And my stunt double's like "I quit"
The kid 360 all side eye
And pluck wild geese from that twilight
I go hyperspeed and can't drive for shit
I just bob and weave when y'all skydive
Lights blink and my screens glitch
If I lose it all I ain't need the shit
I call bombs away and turn mobs away
You're all "die alone", I'm all "not today"
We go eye for eye around pale moons
Fighter pilots find Jesus
I don't tread soft with that special sauce
See you was better off in some mail room

Dumb luck and no late pass
I get gussied up and I gate crash
And playing laser tag and plain stupid odds
Tag my name on they fuselage
Outlier in the main event
I keep downsizing y'alls data set
Infiltrators get checkmate
It's maybe best to just play dead

Ease away to 3 A.M
He found freedom in the mayhem
Amen
Amen
Safe and sound out the crash site
Lifeforms been reduced to flatline
That's right
That's right



(As above-bove, as above) x2

[Verse 1]
I won't lie, it's quite tempting
Your hand-outs and your bones
I won't lie, they're quite empty
Your promises and your stones

You sell, they'll buy
Don't feel, just sign
You sell, they'll buy
Don't think, stay blind

[Pre-Chorus]
(Give me control)
"Just sign on the dotted line"
(Give me control)
He whispers softly
(Give me control)
They're crawling inside my mind
(Give me control)
Don't you fight me

[Chorus]
As above, so below
What you reap is what you sow
What you give comes back three-fold
As above, so below
Watch me, watch me float away
I was never yours to save
It all comes back three-fold
As above, so below, so below

[Hook]
(As above-bove, as above) x2

[Verse 2]
I see you dance with the enemy
Your secrets, no one knows
I'll dance with my enemy
I want her skin and her clothes

If I sell, you'll buy
Just feel, just sign
If I sell, you'll buy
Just think, you're mine

[Outtro]
(As above-bove, as above) x4



(Song starts at 2:23)

Ayy, like I ain't on 1, 2, 3-Pac
Like I ain't finna bust when my homeboy make the fuckin' beat drop
Bustin' a cap in the wack when I'm rappin'
You really need to trust in the fact that I'm back and I'm slappin'
The industry for ducking the cat when he rap with a passion
When I'm in this piece, I crush in a fashion
Like I ain't never ate in this game (Chuh)
Like I ain't never seen or had me some big thangs
Like I ain't been around the world and with so many different girls
And kinky parties that it could lift the spirit of Rick James (Jesus)

Like I ain't a fixture and never knew Twista
And never did music for the Alpha Dog picture
Like I never script the pledge in the scripture
Or had a hit song 'bout my own liquor mixture
Do it like I wasn't a starter that was on the Carter (Weezy)
Wasn't in art of my cousin, the Water (Fizzy)
Nothing was bartered, we're bussin' and touchin' the heart of
People that's lovin' the hardest stuff ain't no charted (Pleasies) (Chuh)

Like I never got signed (Woah)
Not a one, not a two but three times (Chuh)
Like I never did get the cheddar or see shine
Like it's sleep time for peeps' minds on T9
Like, if these rhymes (What?) really never ever happened (Chuh)
'Til right now, like pow, I got it crackin'
With the pen and pad, without no back end
Tryna stack and get action
And pull the cash in is the way that I'm rappin'

Like I ain't rich, like I ain't sold
Not a ne'er record Platinum or ne'er Gold
Like I ain't dripped, like I ain't froze
Like I ain't made a quarter mill' for a show
Like I ain't big, like I ain't huge
Like I ain't shit, like I ain't pay dues
Like I ain't full, like I ain't cool
Like I ain't build a empire in the 'Zou

Like I, like I ain't

Toured with the Jay Rock, with the homie K-Dot
Like I ain't never had the allure for the pay slots
Stressin', like I didn't step in the session with the Seven
Never guessin' the effin' cure is to spray thoughts (Brrt)

Like I never had a shot (Pow)
Or a song with the white guy Dre got (Woo)
Like I didn't have a lay lock
Never went on the set of Ballers with Mr. Baywatch (USO)

Like I didn't meet Trav yet, like I never had assets
Bad with the pen, but never cashed checks
Rappin' like I ain't even close to havin' the bag yet (No)
Like I'm tryna be the best up in this hip-hop (Chuh)
And do a track with the king of Atlanta, T.I.P.-top (Chuh)
Then turn around and go switch it up, and do big rock
Tryna ride all the way up to my homie in Slipknot (Maggot, chuh)

Like I never heard fans yell it
Not The Calm, not The Worst, even Anghellic (Word)
Before they told me that I can't sell it
Before I went to the reunion of fam', Nelly
Like I didn't have this new watch (Chuh)
And it never would tic and never do toc (Chuh)
Like I'm rapping myself into learnin' brew hops
Rappin' like I ain't never did a record with 2Pac

Like I ain't rich, like I ain't sold
Not a ne'er record Platinum or ne'er Gold
Like I ain't dripped, like I ain't froze
Like I ain't made a quarter mill' for a show
Like I ain't big, like I ain't huge
Like I ain't shit, like I ain't pay dues
Like I ain't full, like I ain't cool
Like I ain't build a empire in the Zou

Like I, like I ain't

Skippin' my job, yeah (Yeah), like this is a process
Try'na get from the projects, so I spit like I got next (Woo)
And I trip if you object (Yeah), like I'm itchin' to fly, Tech
Whipping in kitchens with Pyrex (Woo), to the mission that God set (Yes!)
For me, rippin' these quick and will not rest
Like no flippin', Techn9cian is obsessed (Chuh)

Like I didn't know when I was droppin' (Chuh)
Independent music, I wasn't toppin' (Chuh)
And all the bad bitches wasn't jockin'
I rap like I didn't know I'd do a record with Hopsin (Chuh)

They call me Tecca N9na, I'ma shoot this
If you're dissin', you really don't wanna do this
Niggas wanna try me, then you're gonna lose it
I rap like I never did a record with Joyner Lucas (Hungry)

Like I never knew maestros
Like I didn't know Trae was a asshole
Like I didn't have a stash full of cash flow
Rappin' like I am back in the past with my afro
Like I never ever knew Strange
Would put the name Tech N9ne in my shoe strings (Chuh)
Like I didn't know I was spittin' the butane
And I grew fame with the homie Bobby and 2 Chainz

Like I ain't rich, like I ain't sold (Yeah)
Not a ne'er record Platinum or ne'er Gold
Like I ain't dripped, like I ain't froze
Like I ain't made a quarter mill' for a show
Like I ain't big, like I ain't huge
Like I ain't shit, like I ain't pay dues
Like I ain't full, like I ain't cool
Like I ain't build a empire in the Zou

Like I, like I ain't

Strange Music
2019 and beyond, baby
This shit crazy
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