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Rap With My Original Face, Otherwise Phony

by Louis Mackey

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𝑵𝒚𝒎 loved listening to these as they came out but they form a surprisingly cohesive little EP — mackey is a rare talent, a serious double-threat as a rapper & producer Favorite track: Daytime Auguries.
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Intro 00:43
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take my time with a verse that’s why my rhymes are absurd In spite of the curse of me trying to work it ... I see you motherfuckers dying of purpose Think you're sly but on the side you're supplying the merchant I’m only ever slightly moved Older, better, live the life of blues Take the knife and prune Then sold the record I know there’s degrees of ill But I’m easily leaping hills MC’s creeping like … “When is it that we can chill?” I’m … not… listening To your little weezy pop jay z slop, stop mimicking All victims of the same old images Fuck it all, kill your God with no witnesses …. Guess I’m lucky that I’m fucking mad Not just another motherfucker sucking ass Rhyme lord, cyborg, on some sunshine pop front side flop till the fun times stops I am not what you think, think your philosophy stinks All of your things make you a monster that breeds Goblins that gobble up, problems? oh, we‘ve got enough I’m fucking hobbling to get on the bus and I’ll be fucked Our shitty logic little profits, it’s get obnoxious Sitting watching idiotic bitchy gossip is toxic Your pitch and octave is getting on my nervous system, stop it a living Mothman, my brain is clicking You care or not care? Sorry partnah, there ain't a difference Paint a picture, if you got there without words, stay evicted I stay laying waste to wisdom cuz all it did … was get me drunk A little punk wishing for the shitty stuff I really didn’t want …. watching the show … yo, you can get slaughtered at home For profit and growth, drive a mall thru your throat Cruise through the city where the homeless go no one knows pretty patios where they used to overdose So far passed our souls all bad best give it all away cuz it goes all back, anyway
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I’m huffin’ gasses, running backwards up the chasm if nothing matters it doesn’t add up but what’s in asking? cuz my tongue is blackened by dumb semantics fumble fragments just in passing it’s all really just want I wanna hear which is silly cuz it’s billy clubbed in one then out the other ear understand I’m unaware by choice; just a sound ....nothing there but noise little doubt that getting down is easy flipping out and flipping on the teevee electric sizzle slither scissor snip isn’t different now you dick around, repeating a new opinion you found with meaning … yeah whatever the greasy slides of your piece of mind snap back together Easy Ein-stein ... I babble better tagged and tethered badass lab rat professor … rather leave it than love it I know I’m not far and don’t need what you’re plugging an odd ball with ether steeped fever dreams bleeding a budget speak for the least that’s among us got a million different faces and none of them true at the end of the day, it’s just something to do You're never betrayed if you don't front it as you the less that it weighs on me when I’m up in my room been a strange visit ... brain shifted eight inches remain the same but stay different … won’t waste my whole day racing to a fake finish line I’ll take no stake in it, fine can’t exchange it for peace, strangling angles for a way I could sleep making believe I’ve real failures and dreams but I know that steel gate that I keep is open any day of the week
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what’s next? NOTHING. I wanna collab with you like I wanna see my ex fucking they say “you aren’t in line, you best buckle down!!” the vultures circle far and wide, death’s coming now … I got degrees that are obsolete you think you’re crazy? but I probably got you beat walk for blocks and blocks with soggy feet all of Socrates’ philosophies never taught how to breath … your education is a sedative that works just amazing when it’s settled in pathetic as pederast or predator blaming it on Oedipus it’s all the same endless shit give less than a fuck what my competitor does you can’t ever sever my tongue, won’t let it be done take my sessions and run to the edge of the precipice, lunge into whatever’s to come what if I don’t wanna build? what if I only wanna kill ? what if I don’t wanna build? what if I only wanna kill ? … fuck, all of it ... lying down on the road wanna numb consciousness for an hour or so enough time to wash the sin out of my bones one light, shower at home, shroud in my robe … fell and fed lions, rebel and kept trying going thru endless Hell and just frying and dude, man, you can never tell I’m upset by it I just get myself and set fire so...I don’t wanna see you breathe, share beers or beats hear your beefs, conspiracies, fear or grief spare me please, I could go without it, from here at least an eerie shriek, Pyrrhic Victory every word created .... to signify a lie twist ‘em in a line and you get cyanide with a side of Science, pride and a new ride to buy you won’t find the time to find you’ve died inside what if I don’t wanna build? what if I only wanna kill ? what if I don’t wanna build? what if I only wanna kill ?
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what does it take for you to listen? ... something major? a hundred pages in an imprint? … slaving in the basement and the kitchen inhaling all the vapors from the shamans and the mystics unstable and I'm waiting for the angels to come visit no escaping your very own pain that you're inflicting wavelengths and opinions flicker off the rocks and just a whimper from the gods only fades into the distance drink myself to ease, dream the Sun within reach or in some distant galaxy, drunk on a beach ... unstitch reality, touching the seams a glitch in the mound of feed from hundreds of weeks of this little life in the burbs of the milky way where we're all sick and tired of all the self decay ... where does it end? what is to come? my buddy said, "Carbon" then adjusted the rug it's not deep, it just is what it is we stop breathing then our physics are shit they're talk's cheap like, "You get what you give." but raw speak: you only get what you get … catch me walking for days in the trough of the wave steady stalking the calling of the song that remains and yes, I get it's all in my brain the sound of her name, every war and the carnival games ... beat the odds and see tomorrow okay but you can still see the con in my face … like I believe that I can conquer the waste a common mistake of a cog that's been playing his shitty part in the crank I'm done sobbing, I want off of this plank cuz if I fall in I'll probably sink into the copies and comments of the bottomless popular ranks before that I want shot in the face
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never not ready, forever rock steady not even thee D E T clever cops get meh they're stepping outta vans with weapons in their hands but its nothing kid cuz I dipped seconds in advance on some “Catch Me If You Can” expenditures and plans, messages from fans Texas to Japan … got threats from executives in France but you can view the of birth of the universe etched into my hands yeah, I did a lot of bitching ... young in denial so I figured I could listen like … once in a while though switching my position really wasn’t my style, though so I fit it where it fit in, I’ll let YOU wander around De Sade with a day job and I’ll live it like my Last Day … break laws both physical and man made .. I get chainsawed and fix it with a bandaid giggling with my brain out, limping with a smashed face (chorus break) … mawl this raw production they never saw it coming like when the Wall St Market plummets so what if our constant suffering’s all for nothing? some product puppets got you buzzing, excited to bleed … vitamin C deficiency the bleak misery ... of a straight week winter freeze no God to give a shit, no sweet epiphany this is probably it, college kids, all these shitty drinks … frigid streets at six degrees and symphonies of byzantine reasons we’re not getting g’s so let the wicked sleep … while we’re sweating it out in the Adrenaline House, forever in doubt the stoic kids broke as shit and Death isn’t proud it’s indifferent like the system that’s spitting you out so set it up … and I’ll be done when I get a buzz and watch now become a past that never was
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(Louis Mackey) fuck your grandpa fuck your grand marnier (Elder Orange) You wanna roll bigger? You wanna get higher than high? You wanna chase paper? You gotta show everybody whose in charge. You gotta roll bigger, if you wanna look down at the stars. You gotta get money, show everybody just how fucking great you are. You wanna be happy? I'm talking bout' happy.... Cause don't you know everyone here's waiting for you. (Louis Mackey) You .. say it's not competition then, I'm playing pretend when you're monthly taking off via Mercedes Benz to vacation spots on the Cape with your friends I’m up in Salem’s Lot putting Satan to bed Where's my number? is there something up with the stats? You scummy motherfuckers yuk it up while ya can we’re coming up from the cracks with shovels and bats clubs and a stash of money up under the mattress no sending me home, I’m not going away speak what everyone knows and fucking no one’ll say I know the road isn’t cake or have gold in the paint I won’t go to the grave knowing our owner’s are safe Coca-a-Cola your veins, Toyota your brakes plus your holdings are staked so no one escapes stock quotes on the take so if it goes to the drain son, we sold you to Spain’ fore the close of the day how you like that? sit and smile and take it! whatever side that you’re playing, provide us with payment for the miles of wasted pylons and pavement trash piled high in the sky and the basement and if something remains, well I guess that it can only be four or three fucking functioning brain cells (... murder murder murder kill kill kill …)

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Produced and written by Louis Mackey
Mixed by M.Mocksary
Mastered by M.Mocksary

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released October 1, 2016

Produced and written by Louis Mackey
Mixed by M.Mocksary
Mastered by M.Mocksary
Art by K.Tierce at The Memetic Supply Co.
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Louis Mackey Boston, Massachusetts

Born in the mid-80s in Akron, Ohio. Been and lived many places, brain has changed many times. In debt to the blues and to all music that came before upon whose bones we build. On a mission to make sincere, true, creative and sometimes funny psychedlic hop hop. ... more

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