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Twenty​-​Something​-​Teenager (Prod. by UrBan Nerd Beats)

from 9000 Days by Izreal

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Music produced by UrBan Nerd Beats, lyrics written and performed by Izreal.

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I’m from past Pluto, where even satellites don’t go,
I’m from the past like Plato, when beasts and king were in control,
I’m from last place, really started as a slave on junkyards in Tatooine
I’m from an alien race, inter-dimensional, not from this space, different team,

I do the unusual, conquer my continents, while my girl keep it bad n’ bouje,
I don’t brag, just get the bag, it’s my call of duty, slurpin’ on some coochie,
I do keep a doobie ready, aim the snipe and keep it steady,
I don’t play, this a movie and see that chair? That’s mine, so watch me direct my reality,

I remake myself every month or two like teens switch their hair hues,
I rebuild cause I’m the leader that gives everyone hope when the sky ain’t blue,
I remix only samples, never find me choppin’ or screwin’ the truth,
I refuse to defuse, I got the billion dollar plot right in this booth,

I can change my form at any moment like a chameleon,
I can connect with ma famiglia get ya fish-side sleeping like a Sicilian,
I can can fresh food, serve ice red hot and turn flames frozen,
I can flow any way I want, regardless of which way the waves are goin’,

I don’t follow anyone, trends are like trains and I never catch ‘em, too late,
Rather go my own way, cuttin’ through jungle vines, got my own trail to make,
Got my own fate to raise, got my own foes to hate,
Got my own toe-to-toe days, got my own formula to turn apex to bait,

All the hoes just text late, I’m lookin’ for early mornin’ moanin’,
Catch me in the zone and I’m endin’ careers like I’m OJ Simpson,
Boat ride, clear from the dock, know Fredo ain’t coming back,
Sonny’s gone and you gotta run this whole criminal empire by yourself (so wack..)

Execution accurate, (better than any in any bracket)
If you got no constitution, you’ll fall flat, (they’ll take ya out back)
Murder the whisperer, (hiss and scurrrrrr ‘em)
Angry as the messenger, (Just tell ‘em yourself!) (You fucking bitch!)

Meddled in the depths, found the heart of humanity, just lying flat,
Bottom of the ocean, feelin’ the motions move it’s emotions, it’s all black,
Need that type of day that makes conquerers feel like they can relax,
I need that King’s retreat, I need that warrior’s cabin, on some island, off-track,

Been abstract since Pollock made the paint splat, causin’ a big splash,
Never surfed a wave, just caused them,
I’m like Neptune if he had two legs and was always burnin bouquets by the bush,
Deep in the kush is where you’ll find me, never not puffin’ is my hobby,

Godly since probably the age of 3,
Move like Hades cause death already surrounded me,
Born dead is the motto, my life is art like Picasso,
Eatin’ tacos in Chicago, dodgin’ cops and potholes,

Notchyo/nacho leader, get your own cheese, ya deadbeater,
That horse been bruised and beaten to a pulp for at least a year,
Now you’re just money suckin, get off your ass and get truckin’,
Stuck in a maze, cursin’ the day you where born, yet we all got these problems,

You think you’re the only one struggling?
You think no one else on this rock is suffering?
Open your eyes, your mind, your heart, light a torch for those in the dark,
If you’re lost or scarred, just get your own, regardless of the sharks,

Get your execution accurate, (better than any in any bracket)
If you got no constitution, you’ll fall flat, (they’ll take ya out back)
Murder the whisperer, (hiss and scurrrrrr ‘em)
Angry as the messenger, (Just tell ‘em yourself!) (You fucking bitch!)

We’re all poor to the core cause our souls are pulled ‘till they tore,
Every direction a misdirection tryin’ give ya infections and lessen your score,
Every choice a chore, so the lazy end up abject and bored,
Every rich caucasian sayin’ it’s their fault, meanwhile they horde,

Gorge on any delight, gorgeous girls and engorged glands
Supported with the helping hand of a pill, we all know the brand,
We all know this type of man, greedy with a pocket spillin’ out 50’s,
Doesn’t tip the maître d’, valet parks the ‘Rari and drives it home drunk as can be,

Fuck the lavish that abuse the privilege so childishly,
I just wanna be a twenty-something teenager with not a care to see,
With not a fuck to give, I just wanna be Hollywood royalty,
Isn’t that what we all want? To just be another star, part of that reality, (Where’s MY show!?)

YOU JUST GET YOURSELF PROBLEMS,
NOTHING BUT PROBLEMS.
JUST BECOME PART OF THE PROBLEM
PART OF THE PROBLEM

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from 9000 Days, released November 14, 2017

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