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Open Mike Eagle

a new rap festival called falling loud

 

a new rap festival called falling loud

(album: another triumph of ghetto engineering - 2023)


When I die mix up my ashes into some coffee grounds
When I die mix up my ash
Don't do the shrooms when it's Christmas dinner
Don't bite the candy to the liquid center
Don't drop your airpods in the shitter
I'm in a hole like I'm Master Splinter
I made some shit, I'm getting real excited
I take a sip I think I really like it
I take a sip I maybe really hate it
We either triumphant or humiliated
My students love me cause I'm really patient
A lot of them was gang affiliated
They be dm-ing me like I'm really famous
I'm like, kid if you only knew
Depending on the love of strangers and the golden rule
Don't pay attention, please continue to go to school
I never felt like I was outta options
My cargo pants have a thousand pockets
A thousand lashes for a counting Thomas
And don't forget about the little people
The villain wins in the middle sequel
Then the hero comes through killing people
But morning comes and it's still illegal
Record this shit to prove my own existence
Being invisible is so expensive
I heard it's free shit in the bonus missions
I heard you get a bunch of Patagonia
I had a crush on Lady Appolonia
It's Michael Eagle versus Macedonia
I'm half dead with twelve packs of Doja
I see [?] in the crevice
My memory should get a bigger credit
My sister holla cause she tender headed
In daydreams, I battle Ewoks
But in the night, I'm quarterbacking verse Seattle Seahawks
And I'm chewing all the Fuji apples we bought
It's me and Peacock, I seen the offer
Did a somersault evaluating my life
Ain't nothing my grandmother's fault
She watching me through similar people that still walk around
If the homie ready to end it, I gotta talk him down
Let's start a new rap festival, call it falling loud
When I die mix up my ashes into some coffee grounds
When I die mix up my ashes into some coffee grounds
When I die mix up my ashes into some coffee grounds
Nah mean, just drink me
You know what I'm saying, drink me, don't be a coward
Fuck with it, you fuck with me, just drink me
Don't hurt me, I'm already dead
You probably drink the ashes of dead people all the time and don't know it
Just do it on purpose

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