The Umpire Strikes Back

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about

Beats done mostly by Sam using Modrum, iKaosscilator, Sunrizer and Garageband during June/July 2012.

Live drums, guitar, principle writing etc. were done at by Sam and Lee at Lee's Lake House in early August 2012.

Subsequent vocal recording and engineering was done by Lee in Fall and Winter of 2012.

Vocals, mixing and mastering was done by Sam in Fall/Winter of 2012.

credits

released 21 November 2012
Principles
Sam Yurick- Rapping ,Guitar, synths on most songs, drums on some songs, engineering+mixing (raptoravatar.tumblr.com)

Lee Rogers- Rapping, synths on one song, real drums on some songs, engineering on some of his vocals (transisthenewgay.tumblr.com)

Guests
Bathrobe Steve- Verse 3 on "Blackberry"
Toby- Verse 1 on "Proof of Life" (tobot.tumblr.com)

tags

tags: alt rap hip-hop/rap spazz rap underground hip-hop underground rap alternative hip-hop indie rap noise rap Los Angeles

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Track Name: A.F.R.O.T.C
[LEE]
Let's go/hit em with the new flow,
No coke man, just the 'cane like Hugo
No dope man, just the pain like Judo
don't you know man, i kept the baby like Juno

Ju don't know? These stories they could school you
Too cruel for truth, they just bore you, fool you
Jesus was a Jew man
Knew just what to do man
He made mountains move
You consume mountain dew cans

I spit so hot/ you need not one, but two fans
Your shit is not/ you and your mom--you're only two fans

Damn, this fugly dyke finally piped up
Fuck the first tape, just some shit i fucking wiped up
Fuck the first rape, just some bitch i fucking tied up
Fuck the first vape, just some piff i fucking light up

I'm not right with God, I'm not right with women
Damn what if i had ended up in lexington
made a family, with some bitch who can't stand me
If you feel what i'm saying, turn it it up, fucking crank me

[SAM]
Your a.f.r.o.t.c. long-distance non-ex/ thinks nonoxynol nine is a complex/ that improves cartoons and Skype sex/ like a 2ci tech but he's not a redneck

just a timid type with some ergonomic mice/ and a pledge that says not even head till your his wife/ come out with me and try your first prestige/ you like the Yeah! Yeah! Yeahs! and seem sorta sweet

tiny helmet, second episode of "Freaks and Geeks"/ you wooze from the booze as I grab you a seat/ that a fratty's ass was over so he swings at me/ hits a pledge class plaque as we flee to the street

Said "that was heavy" like I was Mc Super Fly/ walk through the drive thru and split a Mc Super Size/ you made a walrus face with the fries/ and your place's lock is stubborn so I give it a try

your aim was lame but you'd like to see me tamed/ I wane onto your bed and I sorta sigh/ you slur "what does yr hair feel like?"/ caress the ends and leave me alive

toured your old apartment last time I was in/ Facebook says that you married him/ and your pic shows you with a newish kid/ I liked the one with the Bob The Builder Bib

and in a message I fibbed an executive/ was gonna make the remake of my unmade script/ thinking you might think of me was curative/ even though I'd be lucky to be fired as a grip

Karen O's still on your heroes list/ even though you just admin-assist/ guess He must've brought you bliss/ guess I got the gestures but missed the gist

did the non-sin still leave you feeling spent?
did my front teeth make me look low-rent?
did the near-sin make you need to repent?
my friends says I shoulda stretched conscent
did the non-sin still leave you feeling spent?
did my front teeth make me look low-rent?
did the near-sin make you need to repent?
and I could still track you by your scent!
Track Name: No Won
[CHORUS-SAM]
I'm a fuckin' ugly boy
I wish I was fuckin' dead
and the "Back To The Future Theme"
won't quit playin' in my head

My legacy's so secure
Now I gotta turn it into bread
and then I gotta make it over
twice as good again!

[LEE]
Fucked up my car again
In my mister rogers cardigan
Drinking beer in a cup
On the way to the bar again
Kickin kitties cats out the my back of my yard and
Barfing while watching backyardigans with kindergardeners
Suffering from insanity like a young sean hannity
These women they can’t handle me
Their gentle men man handle me
Mannish dikes, they can’t fucking stand me
Damn, I take their girls and leave em all with their plan b

[SAM- CHORUS]
I'm a fuckin' ugly boy
I wish I was fuckin' dead
and the "Back To The Future Theme"
won't quit plain' in my head

I'm a fuckin' son of a bitch
I'm gonna kill all my friends
And it's gonna be for the right reasons!
I'm gonna tear it all to shreds!
I'm gonna pike some heads!

[SAM-VERSE]
bread boarded like a single sided seance/am I gonna fuck up another playoff?/

Noxious Onyx/
Steelix spot it/
QuetzoClot it/
OverStock it/
Chromakey swatch #deletion garments/
Lockets, ornaments & armaments/

Horace Eye porin' over Jersey Shore asides/
I wanna put the asshole in arsonist/
I wanna garnish my wisdom the parsonist/
I want a world I can abide...
Track Name: Zero Suit
[SAM-CHORUS]
50 teeth! Razzle Dazzle!
I'm gonna be the right kind of hassle!
50 teeth! Razzle Dazzle!
Burn down the cool parts of the castle!

55 teeth! Reppin' Razzle Dazzle!
I'm gonna try to be the right kind of hassle!
55 teeth! Razzle Dazzle!
Burn the cool parts of the castle!

[LEE]
No, I'm not backing down/
Still smoking black and milds/
Now i got my own style/
so sophisticated smile
How my hat fitted/
my tee fitted/
my jeans fitted/
my case with LAPD was aquitted

today I passed a piss test/
so pass me the spliff please
Hassle with the cops,
settled it with a scapel's ease
tracked the unmarked car/
wacked a hatchet at his knees/
Only Red and black drip
when this little bitch bleeds

poured the shit from his panties down the sink
had to smoke an ounce just to cover up the stink

blood for the ink
flesh for the screen
printed 99 percent
on a fresh white tee

[CHORUS-SAM]
50 teeth! Razzle Dazzle!
I'm gonna be the right kind of hassle!
50 teeth! Razzle Dazzle!
Gonna burn down the rich parts of the castle

50 teeth! Razzle Dazzle!
I'm gonna be the right kind of hassle!
50 teeth! Razzle Dazzle!
Gonna burn down right percentile!

[LEE]
light the incense
while we get lifted
listen to john legend
consense on john lenon's significance

did he shift the discourse or did he just let it be
( i insist) i might literally be
the white lil b
i got ucla bankrolling me
to deliver this key
note address
guess i'll roll it off the dome, no stress
roll homegrown, smoke it all and go to target in a red sweater vest i do it the best

ex girls filling up the first two rows, rude
when you're smart as fuck you don't need notes, dude
the art of living inquizically is that nothing really tests you
i wish you all knew i'm only here to bless you

[CHORUS]

[SAM-VERSE]
Three tanks missing and a handful of expansions...
To the extent, To the extent I'm landed!
Planet. Scanned it.
Panned it. Planned it.
Complicated demand de-manned it.
Candid…
I can and I did…
Canned him and left a span of ribs.
couple iterations to get em' SID-ed
But it's Ridley so you know I'm never ridded
as long as the children gotta stay idded
Wish they'd get their bullet belts fitted

"I'm gonna murder these nerds for dropping cinematic breaks"
Wish they'd quit with flirtin' baby birds
Plot some cinematic dropper wakes!

[SAM-CHORUS]
50 teeth! Razzle Dazzle!
I'm gonna be the right kind of hassle!
Stuck leavin' some lives in the castle!?
Fuck it, it's just about murdering' assholes!
Track Name: Simon Pimples on Dagobah
[SAM]
youtube tutorials on how to undo bras/ Abracadabra! I'm out like two tas!/ wait inside the mist and sickness of the training bogs/ alive with wompa bruises raising in the rain and fog/

straight out the gulag/one man dialogue
can't ape my pace and can't make me take tasks
I'll kidnap your dog, salt yr sod, mock yr blog
and see my own face under my enemies' mask

Study hall, Bucky Balls "Fuck yr mythos of the fall."
Penalty, geometry "Fuck the pathos of yr fall"
text post quota, vexy toast or motorolla,
motor boat a buffa-lotta with vindictive cherry soda

bombast toe to toe with toadstool concepts
toads to kiss and kids to kid and fickle up the context
bomb vest! blow by blow with reloads impeded
by the one by one nature of the ammo it needed

[LEE]
Caesar sees her and he seizures
Sunday fun day drives sippin sizzurp in the beamer
Dessert's a slut, a nut blizzard from dairy queen
Chick's very mean, I want her to marry me

Mariah Carey me to the hospital
I swallowed toothpaste to kill the T-pain imposters

Am I insane? Some say
Still pissed at my ex, but I miss her in a new way

Changed my whole frame of mind
Hanged it on the wall, like a picasso
Saw our portrait by the toilet at the art show
Harder to see than I thought it'd be so

Maybe we can chill on the down low
Download my albums, like my childhood photos
No phony, Kony logo on my hoodie
Don't ask me who I am, just ask me who I would be

[SAM]
FLAC accuracy on the blackhead flak spree
to the skin's memory of kin selection dirt fleas
back flipping' creepin' features white knight drill feed
drill teams with wooden guns can never hurt me
suffering friends and loose suns can never hurt me
surfy wet from the miticlor exertion
but there's persons under pain of certain death by extortion
took it in my right wrist but left the proportion

[LEE]
Life on the road--hotels, cabanas
No sweat girl--head bands, bandanas
Now walk it out, like you was George Costanza
Highway fruit stands, Lil Wayne in pajamas

Man, both my mommies had mammies
But now, even Alifa understands me
soon, we'll collect all the grammys
For now, collect calls to our grammies

[SAM]
my boner is at best half a radical act (Screw it!)
Judge me by my size! (Now do it!)
conduit alliances under the paneled pistons
Calibration stick pins and newly double fistin'

[LEE]
I don't want another girl
I just want to make up like a couple of cover girls
We can cuddle under covers girl
Weekend love puddles what God made Sunday for
Track Name: Proof of Life (feat. Toby)
[TOBY-VERSE]
Save face with a paisley scarf.
Sucking Facebook in a tree at Mason Park.
Faking hard:
"Say, that fellas got the shake of a Nark,
but he's blazing bark."
Oh, a mile isn't that far for wisdom.
It's not like either of us has ever been dumb.
It would seem like she's on a mission.
Eye's glisten; I listen.
Something in the way she squats when she's pissing.
Something in the way she squats when she's pissing.
Why is it my unwisest decisions prove to be the only proof of my existence?

[SAM-CHORUS]
I save keys from apartments I no longer have/ in case I need to steal proof of the life that I had/ I save beads from garments with a silver hem/ in case I need to make peace with cloud lining zen

[LEE-VERSE]
Uh can i get proof of life,
somethin blue, smooth, dooby like
something smooth blue on ice
christ's mama don't roll them doobies too tight

don't roll your eyes, i'll get em droopy, right
in my snoopy sweater, i be looking nice
i spy hairy arm pits, are you the angelina jo lee to my brad pitt

I got to ad lib, you a bad bitch,
do you live alone, we can head there and do mad libs,
i'll get your clit lit like the felt tip of a matchstick
trans kid with fat dick, i'll let you do a back bend

[SAM-VERSE]
legible entrails/ paper trail credible/ everything's connected; like when straights take edibles/
Zero seed and ease to zero suit your levels/ devil in the independent spirit as it's beveled

stalk yr ok cupid
and jack off in a sock/
only I mostly get me off

[SAM-CHORUS]
I save fractions of accountable scents/ cause I prove my life by my moves to spend/
pretend embedded flaws were setted up to give us pause/but the money is the dog that's waggin' all the laws/ applause break for a deliberate mistake/ bread break rate sani-tates/ eight tenths plumbed to a fifth with half a face

[LEE]
i was fucking dykes before anybody wanted k west beats
I was rocking sweater vests before anybody wanted k west beats
i split the buffet at kfc,
with my mimi when i was a kid
now i'm back in greenwood with a couple kittys

emerald city
getting tipsy
with hipsters
splitting fifths of hennessy
screaming at the top of my lungs, "sc do you miss me?"

[SAM]
bought beads/ till I need another fucking need
bent knees / till I know that I got some shit clean
Hope springs/ I prayed and swore to an answering machine
still sing/ ricochet the words like early Springsteen
over tinker/ yielding blink pitted dreams
Track Name: Fansub
VERSE 1
Bounty hunter fansub and gentleman scholar bad blood/ blueberry bud dried lungs from dialugs/ Dial-Up lust... House won.../ Like hitting up to 28 and skipping 21/

Turned 28 before I made it/ can't feel close enough to not feel jaded/ abdicated angel city feeling like a doormat/ and an arch organizer of obsolete formats

CHORUS
~horniness and ace frustration
in the forks of your playstation
drifts in the norms
into the forge of the freshman dorm

VERSE 2
the not mind-safe mind in the triple ply safe in me/ has taken on tendrils spreading Heisenberg uncertainty/

with rotating castes and shorted bodies of topography/ I mean transcendent feats of feet and mechanoid geometry

the anglophone exclusive gnome in the gloam of the crt/ is praying to the hive-mind's bilingual expertise/

hair doesn't do that naturally
and that's a cut rate Mr. Freeze
yeah but when you're in your teens the dumbest dialogue is deep
rotating casts backed with notions of fertile
Was this the man I was supposed to be?

Turtles all the way down olive branch, G-trams/ trans-gs, clown the hurdle, arrowheads for hands/ TOR it up, blow the purple, rotate and re-noun bans/ floor it up, steal the crown, cozy up to whip pans/

reprobation by some definitions/ missin' stickin' at the soul since I imposed prohibition/ resolve tests and resolution jumps like I'm TIFFin'/ can't sleep, sickened and sobriety trippin

CHORUS
~horniness and ace frustration
in the forks of your playstation
drifts in the norms
into the forge of the college dorm

[LEE]
This is heavenly
Clouds open up and heaven breathes
Never let you get a step ahead of me
Side by side we flow from the same seive

Never deceive you or let you down
Cuz love is a garden not a battleground

Don't say a word, I know what you thinking
This a combination of the weed smoking beer drinking

But i'm so gay they call me Abe Lincoln
emancipate your panties, and come for the weekend

while other rappers focus on continentals, lincolns
I'm more/ the type/ to ask you what your dreams is

And not all flaw's is obstacles
Even the law can't ask for the impossible
i learned it all from my mom and pa
and my time ghostwriting songs for Tim McGraw

i sang about love, i sang about pain
i took my clothes off, i danced in the rain
and when i was done, he spouted back at me
spend less time thinking about women, and more about the man you're supposed to be
Track Name: Blackberry 2 (feat. Bathrobe Steve)
[SAM]
unfold from the solar plex/I warned you I perpetch refresh/ I'm focusing for both of us and cursing every catch/ I tried to catch cause some expect(or)/ vectored me with disrespect/ cause of my perceived innate-itude/ of gayness but that attitude/ is one that dudes should reject

[LEE]
So here goes/Pen to prose
No more silly raps/About silly little ho's

No more circle jerk's/With fraternity bro's
Ready to spill my heart, and the whole crowd goes

Suppose I'll stick to nothing but the truth till it hurts me/
Wear out my lips/till they blistered for Burt's Bee

It all started out when i Turned 13
Learned i was a lady and that started to hurt me

At church i rehearsed lines that burnt my spine
But now i burn up on tracks produced by yurick


My therapist encourages me to take pills
on the daily so i don't kill myself or lose it

if you my age in the united states you probably feel the same way
frank ocean waves over take
like a crescendo
steve before you go in
pass me the indo

[BATHROBE STEVE]
***Coming Soon***

[SAM]
yr friend's girlfriend has got a right to her opinion/ I never claimed to have perfect vision/ dated once but the data set was hidden/ match forbidden/ cut pitching, failing fiction/ attendance pin addition; but it was limited edition/ now I sprout spikes like I'm fending off pigeons/ so specific I'm a solipsistic pidgin (pronounced like pigeon)/ but I'd be whipped if I could get a finger width in

[LEE]
straight a student at ucla
but i still
get stupid

late night rendezvous at silver lake lounge
taking shots with cupid
baby we can do this

Still sweet like honey, Southern drawl like Bun B
never have to wonder if Mom would have been fond of me
I don't care if the other rappers make fun of me
Baby I know you the only one for me
Track Name: Vacuuming Red Carpets
VERSE 1
Im not retarded but i vacuum red carpets/im pretty guyish but with under-harried armpits/wanna charm this hot dork/or courage up to court her/i tarpit by quarterbacking like a monday mourner/

Chart shit is Cuomo fifteen years ago at best/ but i gotta tell em' twice that I'm in Umpire Brolesque/ we're the second dopest of the malapropist sets/ for the second fuckin time im in Umpire Brolesque/

build the beats in bytes and fight to leave the mics blessed/but how do do you tell civilians youre a strange beast at best?/ when you're accidentally offensive as Tet/ but without tats, tetanus or addictions to bets

So success is defined by a measure of the minds eye/only I'd sign me and only if the tye dye/ aesthetic don't overbounce the depths and landmine/ my chance of crossing over to adults with landlines

1 percent rhetoric and 2 percenter punchlines/ til my ship comes in and a get mine/ 30 rock and 5 percenters sayin' that i stole lines/ right in the damned eye/ guess im gonna get mine

VERSE 2

I'm not a loser I just vacuum this carpet/ at least I started it/ I sorta wanna star on it/ cause Hollywood wouldn't want me neither/ I gotta get too high to be a high concept re-feeder/

I watch the drama of seceeders v. seceeders/ somes readers, but most of em are breeders/ modicums of reefer and 5 years of doldrums/ i hate my friends for settling for pedigreed gold crumbs/ 

i got a secret: i really envy everyone/  i hate myself more than i could ever hate anyone/ jury, execution ax and ask the judge/ The smell of southern conference centers.  Vacuuming the carpets done

VERSE 3

I'm not gay I just wanna boogie to some hard femme/ denim venom and reviser her through a stylish lense/ feed her bacon and then take her to the lake address/ Jacobs ladder up the sines of the spine caress

I vacuum carpets and I pick up garbage/ it's not a bargain but the time gets decent mileage/ almost ready like its the start of "my age"/ let's descend into the Umpire's second age
Track Name: Asteroid Field
[SAM]
don't ever tell to me odds and no, I don't have a plot/ I scared a suicide or nine/ from sentient bots and bossks/ got a boss on my ass from a near bust/ even I get boarded but I don't get boarded up/

belly of the beast with a breathing mask and earmuffs/ Minock, blaster flak, "shit I guess this is a gut"/ clear the snake and imitate a kamikaze run/ I bet the fuckers in the star destroyer ducked

I'm a scoundrel, I mule boosted bricks.
I'm a scoundrel, but I think you like it.

I'm a scoundrel, I mule boosted bricks.
I'm a scoundrel, but I think you like it.

[LEE]
Kudos to pluto, the fructose is so cool
Blue pills look so new, New pills i blew "Sniff"

do the wrong thing, if it feels right to you
Ride on a bike, in a thong or the nude

neutered my cat/ no that's not new news
but knew that that might/ just lighten the (gloom) mood

moved back to greenwood to move wood for greenbacks
but back in high school i was too good for green crack

think back in la, and gravity shifts
a critical mass, that ass action gives

a simple machine grabbed both of our hips
sipping on stagg, and toking our piff

[SAM]
space is silent but for beating hearts/space is mostly dust and dark/ enough of us to make an ark/ enough of us to make some sparks

the Mandalorian is probably ignoring us/ and I can't tell her highness she's glorious/

the hyperdrive is still fracked/ but a guy in Bespin has our backs/

Space is silent but we won't move till we have a pass/

ass out on the tower back and float off with the other trash
ass out on the tower back and float off with the other trash
Track Name: First Person
Hair and d.n.a. m. a
pattern recognition and a maximal pace
precious and the pressure stream
crooked "a"s
an au gleam
celestial attributions and covert preen
how do I seem? How do I seam?
Just told you in case you asked
all me but I'll take a little less past
Rodian's scream like everyone else
got a little bit of sentiment in my shell
survival goad to live the code
they warned me I'd become a toad
if certain lines remained un-toed

display
extricate!
display
placate!

I'm in the morph ball, watching as you cave paint
I surveil harder than the NSA
The short list of nerds to murder
for dropping cinematic breaks
I'm in your test tube
your culturing my fresh wounds
heard you got a few tunes to you're name

I'm filling up the lab post-facto stabs
you put me on the spot and I put you on the slab
polaroided freshman; ordinal flab
batchy metal bitching on the instagrabs
cabby con reports
what about the toxic torque
of teethmarks
and latent concerns about shorts
razzle dazzle!
50 teeth torts!

Vanishing faces
all enemy!
powerup drop
all enemy!
Track Name: Hari Caring
[SAM]
I'd rather be mouthfucked by nazis unconscious than hear from O'Malley again; honest!/ let the baby have his bottle, the bonnet and the titles/ I'm a Minor Threat like I quit The Teen Idles/ I'm like lyre thread, gutted animals in cycles/ Enamel. Dissent. DIY. Duct-rutted microphone. /I block em' out like the Poke-Unkowns/ shut down the non-nons, and rob em' like Capone

Get dildo'd with unicorn horns!
Jacked worn and secrecy sworn
Get dildo'd with unicorn horns!
too fuckin' special to ever get born.

[LEE]
If Bob Sagget can wack his crack habit
I can haz fans as a white rapping faggot
If tricks are for kids, then i'll fuck the rabbit
Get him addicted to my dick like pills in the cabinet

mad at my dad cuz he called me a fascist
Moved to hollywood tried to find me a bad bitch
Changed all my deadlines to days of celebration
Bacon and champagne make orgasms amazing

(Respect my Kentucky Gentlmen)
I'm with your girl when she says she wanna stay in
(Respect my Kentucky Gentlemen)
You put her ass to sleep, I wake her up in a days inn

Grade A fucking, the whole bed shakin'
Moved to hollywood to make the whole earth quake and
Call the PD, they just tryin to get paid
When life gives you lemons, give liz lemon aids

[SAM]
Get dildo'd with unicorn horns!
Jacked worn and secrecy sworn
Get dildo'd with unicorn horns!
So fuckin' special, we gotta get ignored.

trauma's informative
never be normative
Impulsive pulls on P.L.U.R Line jux / who gives a fuck?
In pumanative pulls/ who gives a fuck?

Put your hands up!
Give in! Fuck Up!
Put your hands up!
Give in! Fuck Up!
Put your hands up!
Give in! Fuck Up!
Put your hands up!
Admit it, you were into "Give Up."

[LEE]
i don't brag don't boast, but hating myselfs what i love the most
Track Name: 100 PM
[SAM]
We go
Til we shed our coats
the scrapes and seams'll blow
By blow and back the boats
The blowback in the glow
The goal is making moats
The moats need their own moats
And and so and so it goes.
And so

[LEE]

Grown-ups/Go nuts/ when i walk up to the mic they throw up
Gang signs inside Ford Voyagers/wake and bake to me like i'm Foldgers

Hardly Marky Mark/I'm more like Spark the dutchy
Bite do match the bark/strike a match, smoke a lucky
Had crushes on girls/but should be's don't make honey
Been jammin in the kitchen/now we making money

[SAM]
CHORUS AGAIN

The Jesus of the Warrings masters/ had planned to clear the temple fasters/ too busy being seen their masters/ and too late to save children's laughter/

cracker entrenchment factors/ eye in the sky blaster backers/ pie the sky for pastors/ Check the slant in the factor

CHORUS

Electrical accident guide for survival/ pecking order sourced as the pride to defile/ incested lineation spits trial bile/Mannequin kin suspicion pins denial
Track Name: Permaspazz
[SAM]
Buildings-Romana Clef/ Stuck on the internet/ iffy splinters s.l.r pets/ charter checks wreck a winter lent/ Blanker than Jerri Blank gettin' Glint Bent

Supermax, Mirrorball/ blankets and tact jack/I can't kick it with an iddy act/practicalities and iffy tax/ can we do yarn charms for five in cash?

I DJ and they'll think I'm soft!

Or I'll throw somebody off!

I won't dance cause I dont's have an ass!

Or maybe I do?
And it's sorta bad?

sticky leg from a fructose spurt/ feels like my first night on earth/ I mean I guess could do worse/ so I pray to nothing I can make this work/

was I born to thirst/ can I make this work/ I'm about to burst/ so I'll make it worse/
evolving first/ I won't just lurk/ can't say which want is first!

And the human race has no place for me/
and even less if it knew my needs
but that's OK, cause it's obsolete

Yet, fuck me I'm fuckin' mean/ hate you for sinning differently, insufficiently or efficiently/

fish in the sea count differently, when the stakes are to make your humanity while being worthy of the self you see/
Track Name: Person First
[Sam]
don't blame the nerds for calls they couldn't make
knowing for the money isn't knowing for the sake
cinematic break left me feeling betrayed
defied my taste must be a mistake
I have control or I give disdain
If I call you a person, is that too plain?
dungeon with the funyuns and the decorative truncheons
panel o' rama at the piston roots of punches
Fisted Flower Bunches, guacamole strip chips
Saw You in a tower with six powerstrips
tolerating stairs cause the elevator's sick
nirvana manyana pinyata anti-frisk
I'm not sick but I'm not a non-risk
you've seen what I do when they're like "Do the Twist!"
visor advice and prying gelatin mites/
I'd be relieved if I speciated tonight.

I'm starting to get smoother with the them and they/
cause I want my best friend to feel ok
You should make a necklace from the fifty teeth/
and give it to the winner of the bite mark breech
I shot greedo first cause I couldn't be dead/
underhanded, over-fathered, antenna spread
I want a pretext to steal from my enemies
So I'm making up insults specific to me