1. |
Cool Like U
03:31
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So slick so mean so pretty so chill
So self-actualized
I don’t know how to be cool like u
I don’t know how to be cool like u
I’m off-putting I’m loud and weird
But every time I get lost I end up here
See I don’t know how to be cool like u
I don’t know how to be cool like u
I see pain I don’t push it down
You see pain u say pain’s all around
Yeah I don’t know how to be cool like u
I don’t ever wanna be cool like u
Life advice is a Friday night
The story sounds best when it ends in a fight
But I don’t ever wanna be cool like u
I don’t ever wanna
I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax
Like a kid who’s mom is antivax
I got a view that I call parallax
Alan Pakula with the camera snap
Very bad like Cam Diaz
Depressive since a foot tall
Like Charlie Brown
I never kicked it over football
Puts it all into perspective
When you should bawl/ball
But second guessing is a cancer call it wrongcallogy
and in the long haul
We are a million new babies that are blooming for each other
A million little daisies all watching the lawnmower
Yelling at it from a distance we convinced ourselves was safe
See if you can dent the void
Without blowing up the space
I exaggerate and rant to put hype on my favorite cause
Knock up the words
So when I stop talking it’s a pregnant pause
Our best ideas will stay in bars
raise em like we’re lazy fathers
We forget to stay involved
Mommy told me I was special
Reject that on a moral level too hard and you overpedal
I’m not special
But we’re exceptional
Or maybe just cells in the same jail
One organism with shared memories of Oregon Trail
(or at least Halo)
He was no angel
They demonize every baby that they fail
So is it special?
well then
Special edition limited print it’ll have its moment
Until it sells out
Its own story
Like retail/re-tell
So sell me self care
Lotions by the basketful
I just see screaming lambs
I just see capital
U just see destiny
One that you manifested
You’ll be your parents soon
They can help u invest it
Tweet on current affairs
Till brunch on the beach
pray for the homeless
But please get the fuck off my street
I love that your art is so easy to understand
It’s something to eat
While I’m stayin busy hoping money’s something love can defeat
All I see is valley brats and alleycats
Lines outside and inside the bathroom yeah
Starfuckers always bad news yeah
Girls with stupid tattoos askin’ if they can grab a few snacks
Out of the green room
Might even think of myself as a failure until I see u
They climb over backs and turn a blind eye
when the friends of the headlining act trigger a staff member
into a flashback when your group pushed her against the wall
Because she couldn’t seat u
never comment on what’s wrong unless it’s in common with where the convo is goin’
Slow down progress not to threaten your ascendancy to boss bitch
Socialist till you got shit
Then shut the door call the locksmith
Pick up the laundry not dog shit
get mad at your barista
for being such a slow pour and it’s incredible
how life is an incredible bore if
U keep flexing and they don’t see
How incredible yours is
I’m givin directions to tourists like they’re headed for war
U never reform but
I’ll always be the penitent whore
Watching the cool kids pretend to love who they are
I’m never gonna be cool like u
I don’t ever
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Alright lesgo to work
Nobody like Bob Odenkirk
In a city where nobody knows of my work
Like “sorry I missed your show”
Don’t be cross or a jerk
That’s a bar for the nerds
Like an arcade bar
Mortal Kombat
Jax … Smash
See me?
I’m a street fighter
goin Blanka berserk
Tap tap tap on a D-Pad
while your mom is at work
And your big brother just got a bong but we hit it all wrong
and the bongwater got on your shirt
and you’re cheap
for the leg sweep
But … I’ll admit it works
Beast on the beat never freeze me
This is that Contra mode Konami code
Rocket flow
Oh Bobby don’t touch me
cuz I don’t know you
Press start and go
Don’t want beef
Don’t start it bro
Wanted that free P, R, and O(h)
Call me p-teK or Kaji
That’s Meiko, yeah I’m a Scorpio
They called me political
Well, only Ocasio
Cord-less on the audio
You’re missing the party bro
Welcome to Nakatomi with Hans and Tony
since Nas and Mos I been on microphones
Like the one I’m holdin’
With one goal and it’s
so goddamn fucking fun
I’m catchin’ up to the future
I’m actin’ tough for the shoot then I’m back to loving the rumors
Just to have fun with the truth
Cuz nobody ever really knew me
Even the ones that you knew
Cuz every time I had something
I made a run for the booth
I’ve always been one thing for me
and always another for you
Wasn’t afraid you’d discover me —
I wanted you to
Get your tongue off the boot
Yeah brush the crumbs off the suit
I just realized that I’m gonna do
exactly what the fuck I always wanted to
I’m gonna do myself
like I ain’t got nothing to prove to you
They shove you into crumbing rooms and boxes just to substitute
the fact they never tried shit
Well I did
And it went wrong
But I hit the road
Like a Flintstone
Got my 10,000
and then some
So kick dust
and eat shit
and live Bill
It’s a big pill to swallow that your sins never sit still
And the sex is good in hell
When the cards all say “get well”
Respond back with a “hell no, didn’t you know that I been ill?”
Read a book
Pet a dog
Smell a flower
Take a nap
Plant a tree
Buy some chalk
Draw a map
Take a walk
Eat a snack
Drink some water
Call your mom
Rollerblade
Take a breath
Have some tea
Take the L
Get back up
Hold a cat
Read a book
Pet a dog
Smell a floweri
Take a nap
Plant a tree
Buy some chalk
Draw a map
Take a walk
Eat a snack
Drink some water
Call your mom
Rollerblade
Take a breath
And after all that
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3. |
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Sittin’ on my ass gettin’ high again
with a picture hung of Prince
playin’ Turtles in Time again
neon-ride again
Need to find a friend
We alive but man
we hate being inside like this
Tell myself I need to write like this
and I heed my advice I guess
but my knees they can’t hide the stress
I keep the pizza slicer blessed
I’ll never be surprised again
If Jesus Christ should rise again,
I’ll be like “yeah the signs were there
So I was so unprepared?”
Well (well well)
I’m plugging in my Power Glove
So I play with power with my mind stuck in 2001
An odyssey just not in the way we thought it was
Fuck the singularity –
I don’t wanna share so goddamn much
Wait –
You think I’m losin’ touch?
Just need to loosen up?
Stop doin’ what I want?
and tune into the hub?
Boy I keep it fresher than a cucumber for lunch
Keep your social pressure
I’m just tunin’ in for fun
And it’s gonna be a weird weird while for awhile now
Yeah it’s gonna be a weird weird while for awhile now
hate the addict but I never tried the drug
Paint the attic but I never buy the rug
And it’s gonna be a weird weird while for awhile now
I’m so bored
Bring back the cold war
I’m the guy that’d be like, “yo, time to rewatch Rocky 4!”
I’ma lock the door and watch some movies till the lights go out
then build a fort inside the couch
and learn Russian for “Fight the Power”
glide around the house quiet as a mouse
Read articles on tyrants comment just the right amount
See I’ma be a famous rapper can’t divide the merch accounts
and if I never choose a side
you’ll never hurt me where it counts
This record is my first deal with the Illuminati
So if you see me on the news and freak out
like “why you and not me?”
It’s cuz I drank a gallon of pig’s blood,
did an ad for a pick-up truck,
adopted 2 kittens and killed one,
and I still suck
Still dumb but still run with real ones
Still numb but still fun for trill ones
Ill one who’s still shown no symptoms
Kill one to get some religion
Damn, it’s amazing how much of myself I’ve still kept hidden
I’m a painter with the wit, but I’ve still written fiction
But I’m motherfuckin’ p-teK
lookit the shit that I did with it
Scratch that –
Gonna do with it
That fact, it was written
and if you believe the rumors
well that’s that, and you did it
Congratu-fuckin-lations
I’m outta fuckin’ patience
With myself, with admiration
I’m runnin’ away from being this
even if I’m the one I run away from
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4. |
Hustle feat. Fat Mike
04:08
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What do you want
What will you do to get it?
What do you want
What will you do to get it?
What do you want
What will you do to get it?
You betta
Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle
That word doesn’t even make sense any more
Awards don’t mean shit
But I put ‘em on my resume
Picture me rich
Shootin porn in an Escalade
Nawww fuck that
go to war for minimum wage
Pour that venom and rage in morbid, lit-up displays
Don’t trust anyone who’s never worked service
Got a job and 401K and they think they deserve it
Little Lena Dunhams
with peanut butter to beat each other off
and reach the circle jerk verdict
of “hey, we really earned it!”
Burn it down
we gon make the place
Ball hard
Walkin home on Trinity
Like we All Stars
Playin’ Mario Kart with a cop car
Switch it up
Blue shell a Becky and fuck bein’ a rockstar
Shot callers get blocked caller list dunked
Starfucker y’all but you never got to come
Broke rapper on a scooter and I burnt your truck
Yeah you just insecure you never learned to fuuuuu
My generation murdered every industry
And we included ourselves in the killing spree
Cuz it’s kill or be killed
And we took the deal willingly
Save the receipts and bill it to the twitter feed to show the people who killed the trees
That we really really
Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle
That word doesn’t even make sense any more
You got your yoga and your juice bar and your cyclin’ class
I write my raps to an iPhone app till it dies low batt then I grind my stash
until these rich white ladies decide that they might like rap
I’ll fire back with a slight eye mack
On divorcees while they like to ask is
“Why define me by the times I'm havin'?
just wait till I get my license back
I bet can have any guy I ask
'cept for that rapper th at guy is wack and he
actually thinks he understand how I've adapted
fuck that he must be high on crack his chances of gettin'
pussy are exactly as high as the odds that I'll buy a cat
Wait”
Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle
Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle
Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle
That word doesn’t even make sense anymore
They dead inside already so we might as well kill ‘em
They dead inside already so we might as well kill ‘em
They dead inside already so we might as well kill ‘em
They dead-a they dead-a dead-a they dead-a they dead-a
They didn’t pay attention so
so now they fallin’ behind
that’s that kinda stress where you can’t tell if it’s all in your mind
or if it’s part of your life
that little demon keeps on crawlin’ inside whisperin’
“they’re dope as fuck you know that shit’s hard to deny”
and you start to devise a plan that takes up all of your time
To follow the lie they told because it’s hard to describe
the high of standin’ on bodies
I watch my carcass arrive
as you witness the portrait of a young artist in his prime
Hard work pays off
If you get a raise at the day job
and you’re lucky, connected, on antidepressants
meet the right people make good impressions
Course you’ll need that inheritance, so hey mom
Oh and stay online 24/7
to play off today’s daily trendin’
So clock them 80 a week and then get paid for 11
Making you bleed but baby you was praying to eat
So never sleep when the plate is heavy
Then maybe you’ll make a livin’
‘Less you have babies or need medicine
Then raise it on Venmo
Till then hate every second
If you don’t, you wasted your energy
You so hungry don’t you know how that greed go
Kill your dream like Freddy till you can afford your dream home
I’m so hungry don’t I know how that greed go
Kill your dream like Freddy till I can afford my dream home
He so hungry don’t he know how that greed go
Kill my dream like Freddy till he can afford his dream home
This Is God
Murder murder
You heard of it but we learning it
Too many bodies on the daily keep the furnace lit
these rappers pay an arm and leg just for a tourniquet
that’s a little first aid humor for the nurses here
Fuck Andrew Jackson
now my money ain’t evil
stackin’ Tubmans to the ceiling
til we run into the sequel
Rowdy Roddy Piper in my glasses at the Apple Store
I’m out of bubblegum I’m gonna beat your ass then grab some more
Hustle
That word doesn’t even make sense anymore
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I been drinking green tea all day
Girl told me go play
I don’t need no pass for the hallway
Ted Lasso mind state but bed full of mind games
Yes I know I’m great
But I despise me
So that’s despite me
I’m scared I’m not enough
I’m slapshotting my hockey puck
Did you know that I played hockey once?
That Midwest Molly sucker punch
That Caligari Doctor funk
That don’t wake the sleepwalker up
He’ll cause you harm and self-destruct
So shut the fuckin’ yuppies up
I’m Garfunkel covering Monk
I’m the art bought from out a trunk
I’m Garfield on Monday
I’m fuckin’ done with proving who I am to someone dumb
Odds are I’m not what you want
But long shot me is on the gun
So aim your piece and say your piece
we’re Carnage, Shriek, and Eddie Brock
It’s a Marvel these old setting suns
Don’t bob like old heads hitting rock
Growing old is only lonely if you let that heavy rock
erode with all the shit you seen
and let it turn to shit you want
Get gone
Get the goddamn kids off the goddamn lawn
I traded you to be famous too for a day or two
I made the moves that the people say you should make in school
No ethics as long as you believe you’re meant to be topping
That’s that prosperity gospel for young millennial artists
Who think it’s revolutionary to profit
Money’s the root of all evil until you got it
And everything I see has no context
This life is still one hell of an incredible gift
Like a 7” extended mix of Let’s Pretend by Prince
But I’m not married to experience
I mess around with it on weekends
I stay ready to stay up late
Baby I sleep in
She got the press talkin
Me I’m just bad news
She wearin’ red bottoms
Me I’m a baboon
Or maybe strike that, reverse it
When I’m spiteful I deserve it
I’m an eyeful if you like guys in purple
12 bars, disciple circle
Well taught, I fight to hurt you
and I know how to hurt cuz I been wounded
I stay losin’ like AA stays lucid
Step 2, new Kydd
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Don’t sleep on a California queen
Made in America in NYC
The one who broke the mold because the mold just didn’t fit
The burglar that Hollywood had to chew and couldn’t spit
The realest truest artist
Plus the comic brilliance
The only real twin
To Robin Williams
Plus her perseverance
Showed love to millions
And all by being herself no matter what position
She played
That kinda grit is insane
The original multi-hyphenate
She started out by simply writing shit
Performing it
And fighting every moment till the rain of more
Came pouring in
For every Oscar there is an obstacle but Deloris wins
“Eat the dirt play the dirt be the dirt”
These are words that I learned from the church Whoopi Goldberg
this I’ve learned:
Be your own boss and you’ll never be the crook
Now the phone down and pick up the book
By bestselling author …
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7. |
Skeletons
04:12
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Let’s go back to that corner
In a little Iowa City
You’d probably just call nowhere
Avoidin’ lonely nights by paintin’ with loners
I’m chasin’ a roll-up
With General Tso and a grape soda
Taste of China on break from next door
Stackin’ videotapes at minimum wage
It’s late, we stay open
Writin’ verses on receipt paper
While I play Area 51
with 2 guns on 2 player
Load up
Home studio in the bedroom on the 8th floor
Record 8 takes
hate ‘em and tape over ‘em
I got templates for jewel cases
And 2-page slips
So I can take photos
And make more
I hate these local shows I should move weight and play tours
I’ll get it on take four if you wanna stay for it
Ooh baby Magic 8 ball told me reply hazy
and to wait for it
I’m gonna flip over this whole game board
I don’t want to let go of my past
But I don’t want to live there either
Every day I get with you feels fast
Why’s it still so hard to be here?
It’s not a Healthy Choice
Barely a Hungry Man
But I’m so paranoid
Nobody loves me and
I probably annoyed
All of my closest friends
When I’m shown love I try to trust it but
I’m a Jack-o-lantern
When I’m hacked and slashed I only
Get more interestin’
You can gut me
But you’ll find the seeds of some good ideas
In my intestines
And my job is to impress adults
but not impress children
Childlike Empress blessed me
So now I’m invinci–
But never less inventive
Unrepentant winner
Blood is restless
One-dimension done
Infinite left and
I stole the portal gun from Rick’s dresser
kids, get in
So forgive me if I’m burning bridges on an open tape
I seek forgiveness for the shit I did growing thru growin pains
But I did it for the city every week and I’d go again
Just to walk up to a cypher in a circle on the deck
And to throw my weight behind you if you wanna be on stage
In line to wait
I’m sorry that it had to go away
I still believe in you homie
It’s that road that we don’t take
Grow that rose to a bouquet
Don’t get stoned on the old days
Skeletons don’t live in closets
They’re underground
Just starin’ up at us
The present ground where the flowers blossom
Is the buried past that we walk on top of
Skeletons don’t carry grudges
They belong to us
We prepared the coffins
Just remember when the flowers blossom
They’re not gone
We just walk on top of ’em
And I know and I know and I know that you’re trying so hard
Cuz you can always figure it out
But figurin’ it out never lasts
And I know and I know and I know and I know yeah
Cuz you can always figure it out
But you can’t force nobody to care
You can always figure it out
But where do we go from here?
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Swing Batter
03:26
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Hear a mother cry
and they run the lights
to split up a life
and it’s undeniably one design
to keep dumber whites on their fuckin side
Fuckin despite you punks, you’re the violent ones
fuckin bite your tongue
Trolls is hidin son
River Kwai on ‘em
Bridge’s lightin’ up
Abolish ICE and take all the tyrants
They can all sign on the dotted line
To the dark lord
In that blood ties
Like fuck you guys
So hardcore
With an underline
What a bold bold bold bold type
That so no homo type
That no must mean go type
Fuck your life up
When I’m mic’ed up
Like Russia spelling out ICUP
If ya like Trump
Then your life sucks
Space Camp go hard get high as fuck
Y’all screwheads need to brighten up
And turn a light bulb on
So you can lighten up
That’s a deep ass sigh
I don’t give a fuck if you see me cry
40 hour week didn’t sleep last night
Desert of the real
sipping Zizek Lite
Books cost money
So does weed and rice
Money costs time
So does heat and light
Funny how they want
You not to need this life
Peter Pan but can’t squeeze in tights
Lost boys growin’ up to be vampires
So I’m Buffy with a piece of pine
If you see me in your dreams tonight
please don’t be surprised
Swing batter swing batter swing batter swing
That American dream, baby
Swing batter swing batter swing batter swing
That American dream, baby
Water for horses
Blood for dogs
When I get drunk I wanna be hunter S Thompson
Just a drumbeat from a gun between teeth
My rum punch like a gut punch
All bloody and pissed off
but stumbling less often
Like a mummy in fresh cotton
My lungs bleed
When my tongue heaves so the ugly gets swallowed
Stain on my pillow signals death
Like mid Autumn
A slick conman spins a three card monte
And I pick all of em
Frame a picture of me on the tilt a world with a turkey leg, big swig, and spinned cotton
Mouth dry from the candy
Smiling and sick off it
We came to America
So we picked a big coffin
The kind of friendship that benefits often
Feels shitty to just document
And shit talk shit when I’m pissed off
mockin’
But I wish when you swim you’d get bit by a venomous moccasins
And slip under the water
so if the swamp is ever drained
We can identify your carcass by
The Crocs on it
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Sorry for the wait
Got a project baking
I think this thing is on the way
by the way I’m ovulating
No plan B can stop this baby
Broke with a nest egg this is omelette making
And pour my guts into every track
Like it was sausage casing
Cheated on the game
But hey, it’s complicated
Shot a sitcom in April
Been off then on and then off
But stable
Called me that long shot
But I’m sniping now
That John Cena and Nicole Byer now
Cuz I’m Wiping Out and I Nailed It
at the same time
Wow – I should write this down
I been rappin’ my ass off since you ate applesauce
Since way before back in college
when I hated Asher Roth
Back when indie rap was so money
you could rap it all up in a lo-fi cut
and blow up with a low budget
like a padded bra at half the cost
But it got so seductive so fuck it
It gets to feelin’ like it’s counterproductive to love it
but I can’t help but love it
so I do my damndest to put every cancerous bump, skin, hair, and my blood in
this rap shit is my Malignant skull twin
U will not see me coming
Uhh
Let’s just get stupid wit it
Say some real cool shit
Feel cool for a minute
Uhh
See the move predicted
Lay the bridge right here
Let the chorus end and
When I want your advice I’ll ask for it
Then ignore it
So 1-2 here he comes
Like “fuck you very much”
Don’t call it a comeback
Call it we broke up but sometimes we fuck
Game needed me since I printed CDs on my PC free
but who woulda thunk
that the music pubs would all go the way of MTV
I keep the club packed when they try’n close
Aim a gun back for the rhinos
Garth mode even tho I don’t own a gun
much less many guns that
would necessitate a gunrack
I dunno
That’s a fun fact
Kids yelling fuck that
Tekken 3 with the Gunjack
Said if I’m a dad,
I’m a fun dad
You my stepson
Give you PS1 tips
Like a Stetson, m’lad
If I was black,
I never would’ve had that open mic
You whites know that right?
The city stays racist no matter the shows at night
They say they don’t see color
Like damn, what an oversight
Take ‘em for all they got
Fuck ‘em –
how’s that for a closing line
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Protextor Los Angeles, California
Pop culture poet.
American hip hop artist known for a mix of technical rap, soulful performance, funk-forward production, and complex lyrics.
Prince superfan, 90s kid, VHS collector.
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