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Your Son, Joe / The Beat

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Common with assonance, a sonnet for all the listeners
Been spitting since The Chronic and Sonic on televisions
Isn't it ironic, kind of like Alanis I'm having visions
Of '94, and the time before Spotifying existed
Dropping the kiddos at Sangertown
And we're hanging out in arcades, in the days before bank accounts
In the days before Nat and Key left us in bushes and ditches
We saved our change for mac 'n cheese and kept the Butcher in business
An Upstate state of mind, I must say, never mind, I'll abstain, I'm anonymous
And I've built up the confidence, stop it with all your fantasies
Common to shit on fuckers, acknowledge you've pissed your pants at least
I'll acknowledge I've pissed my pants, went to college for sixteen years
No apologies, motherfuckers
I'm a prodigy, out of body experience shit
Rap about sodomy, got to potty, and period shit
You're the kettle calling the pot
And metaphorically speaking, I'm better poor on a cot
Eating corn on the cob proper, in debt or in fight or flight
And I'm so fucking underfed, shit, I'm biting down on this mic
Tastes like metal and burnt plastic
Went from rapping about asses to caste systems and different classes
If you're wondering what happened, what happened is
I just happened to fathom a world where rapping could battle against these fascists
'Cause I went from quarter lunches to corporate functions
Play with punctuation, don't like it, fucker, just change the station
Ace Of Bass be waiting on 88AM in the AM
And I am still hungry, the mic is done, so please pass the amp
F*ck, I amplify what you analyze
Blue eyes, amber hair, and a pair of sandals, yup, and a pair of Banana apparel
I'm clearly pale, so I must drink pale ale
I don't care, I'm over the barrel drunk with Erin and Harold
An Upstate state of mind
I must say, never mind
An Upstate state of mind
Common with assonance, a sonnet for all the listeners
Oh shit, it's pronounced assonance?
What an asshole I am, shit, I come hat in hand
It's all Latin to me, I did not pass that exam
So batten down the hatches, The Beat is back on this Master's track
Back in the days of Napster, downloaded Fab and J and a cast of rappers
That had tapped into the working draft of this cracker
I built a tab and I'm playing it back through these fits of passion
It's wack if I'm not the baddest, so I practice and I just keep practicing
So fucking much I'm quitting, I'm hitting points of exhaustion
I'm tired, watching The Wire, reciting, just getting lost in
My own cluttered thoughts of Boston, and Roman
Our mugs were frosted, at home with my homie, Conway
We lost him, that shit was awful
But all for the sake of living, what we envisioned was limitless
Popping the tops on Milly, in Clinton we did it different
Nick's rocking the Green Machine from the Knob to the Green
'Nam to Don's Rok, and to all God-given spots in between
Nick's rocking the Green Machine from the Knob to the Green
'Nam to Don's Rok, and to all God-given spots in between
Nas in the soccer van, got Eve and some Doctor
From MV down to Proctor, and all God-given spots in between
Hop in the Jeep, hobnobbing with Dom and Latrine
Hopping the beam, Soap hopeful with cops on the scene
Not what it seems, pop's shopping was not for the team
Not for my mama, I'm sipping soda, slipping quarters in slots in machines
Rocking the Green Lantern at the Green Lantern
As my dad and some man banter, who's the best Mets batter?
Next chapter brought some X-Men and X-Factor
Next chapter brought some Canibus Vs X
Shattered everything, and back then, Everything was Everything
And smack, then and there, I'm spinning webs and letting letters sing
A medicine of sorts, though distorted through my eyes
Now I'm in my fucking forties and these stories just keep pouring out
Aurora borealis is the talent in these lines
I got my talons in these motherfuckers, tearing out their eyes
And O's and U's, this prose will hold its own, its owner soaked in booze
I'm curing, smoking dopes and pouring all this salt in open wounds
This riff for Gordo, spit shit, 'cause his shit hit deep like porno pictures
Like scriptures, God Son immortal
Hot summer days, as God Level plays
Especially on Rae, but that's where I'm torn though
No record labels, no tour, no torque
Notorious, with no doors
I may just blow out the speakers, no rhyme or reason
All lines are seamless, Beat be on E, when Sirk goes berserk, puts hurts on the keys
Get it, on E, Hertz on the keys?
Spitting since nerd had dirt on the knees
The first time you heard, like burst on the scene?
These verses been burned since Smurfs on the tees
Since Durst on the T, RL dash of dreams
I'm assonance dirty, dance on the beat

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