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We got our first apartment and spent six months in the front room laughing Darkness was attractive Dust in the cabinets cause we could only afford paper plates, no napkins Your mother approaching us, the repercussions of life, no ramekins I learned to be a man again I learned to be a mannequin I learned to be a man again In my mind I'm the corduroy coon prince From the outside I'm more like a really dumb doofus Rap albums made my face expand like lupus Quit college, I never made it to a senior student Because I had a dangerous secret like Remus Lupin That means I'm a scary fuckin' werewolf Swear to god I nearly blew my brains out on Tuesday Safari Al taught me how to hide it like a toupee Now I'm eating Domino's with the lads on a Thursday It's Hellfyre til I'm dead That's not per se Listen to Mike Eagle's dishes When I know I'm gonna feel weird Because I can't call him up Just to say I feel weird Family dollars pots and pans rust too fast Asking if I can borrow his preamp and other doodads "Hey Mike, Rory here... calling about that preamp again" There were seventeen days Where I only read Jean Genet And before bed I only watched Office Space That was a polarizing experience Where do I go to be notarized as delirious Tall and thin built like a NFL punter Couldn't afford cover art by Clementine Hunter, my nigga Don't bet you're passing Type of dude to beat you with a sculpture of Fletcher, Magnum Point out how your aesthetic is totally lacking See what you need to understand of Kant's notion of the sublime is that there needs to be an element of clear and present danger Something so beautiful it could kill you Like if Kim Kardashian were to smother the life out of you with her enormous butt cheeks That would be a truly sublime experience I know I made a mess, it's time to pick-up sticks I know I made a mess, it's time to pick-up sticks I know I made a mess, it's time to pick-up sticks I know I made a I know I made a You can't tell me why You can't tell me why You can't tell me why Cause you never fuckin' knew You can't tell me why You can't tell me why You can't tell me why 'Cause you never fuckin' knew This is an alcove This is an outpost This is a village in a poplar grove This is an imaginary place This is the room with the Wolfmother wallpaper This is an alcove This is an outpost This is a village in a poplar grove This is an imaginary place This is the room with the Wolfmother wallpaper We will not tolerate Beating, lynching, burning, whipping, pillaging, torturing Mass murdering of blacks We are not your o-r-d-i-n-a-r-y R-a-p-p-e-r n-i-g-g-e-r-s On our chest is wickedness The Press is telling us lies We will not tolerate White men rape black men Black men take it upon chopping up bones Smothering them in plastic Dipping their head in acid Wondering if Dommer Dies We will not tolerate Daryl Gates, hates, beats blacks Creates mistakes False facts, fuck that Getting my gat from under my hat Surprise, wait, don't wait Anticipate fate liberate state of mind Serve millimeter nines We're reaching out so we can feel the blind Here it's clear We will not tolerate... fear