8corpses - EMT (Prod. Kuzy)

It's that old school boom bap defibrillator Been cooco long before I left the incubator Came a long way from losing at shoots and ladders I just want to fuck and get high, but mainly the latter Ask me about my personality, it's a disorder Went from happy hour to I want this to be over At what point, when will I be hopping But no longer hip when I'm rapping

I'm a pending tombstone but luckily what I rap about isn't fools gold Fuck writers block, this is ad hoc My life is macabre I'm so couch locked Off the dome like call of duty We are the remnants of the stoned apes theory People forget their roots entirely It's apparent most these artists are just parrots

Academy award goes to these actors making music Cruise control bitch, candid as it gets This comes easily 'cause I'm not making up shit When I'm not high I am off pitch Plead the fifth 'til I cease to exist Used to do card tricks three card monte type shit

Card mechanic, sometimes I disassociate and become catatonic Other times I can't sit still no matter if I wanted Guess to some people I'm outlandish People always judgin', reachin', leechin', seekin' attention I'm not scared to merk a person I'll cross a motherfucker out like it's bingo I'm a lunatic gringo, psilocybin albino Disintegrated my ego If I die, we both go

Tryna destroy these thoughts not myself though Now suddenly 'cause I got attention People got their hands out tryna fish for dinero But I'm the type break your marrow Leavin' you more broke than you came I'm trying to ascertain symmetry Have an affinity for apathy When it comes to my wrath I am petty

Goddamit why'd the beat have to stop I was kinda on a roll, shit, you know what I mean? Listen, keep it going

I am the oops they couldn't undo Most the time I hear the words, how are you They really meant, hi, bye, nice to meet you Rarely hear the words, I love you Used to think my only source of joy came from a kilo or a needle A lot of what comes outta people's mouths is fecal Keepin' my head on a swivel Analytical, open minded, vision isn't just tunnel So elated they granted William Leonard Pickard clemency I'm not superstitious but I feel like I manifested that honestly

In the meadows I walk gloomy in the midst of the negative talk Fuck the nod it will blitz your whole squad Seeing visual aesthetic like a koi pond It's okay to admit when you're wrong So many things in my life are gone Gotta hit the bong thought my past was water under the bridge But the trauma makes me wanna fuckin' binge After a while it can get tiring being a fiend and frying Seem calm on the outside but chaotic on the inside Corpses 40 hands

That Junkyard steppa, risk taker, pep in my step motherfucker Sometimes I'm lackin' stamina Fuck these child ass motherfucker Actin' like they still got the pacifier Like Friedrich, Nietzsche I'ma be ya teacher Dosing shrooms like a golden teacher Straight to the topic like Occam's razor or whatever Fuck being a people pleaser I already put my coins in So I guess I'ma finish this game then Fuck the fake interaction Before a person asks for a favor or a transaction

Luckily I'm not spewing ipse dixit, I'm a sceptic Yeah I find it plausible for there to be cause to this But it's definitely caustic 'Cause if there was a big bang something had to of banged it But if they exist then they'll have to beg for my forgiveness My brain feeling like a parallax Going on a trip like DMT from the gland

I come from an era Way before social media Fuck propaganda, mute the media We're grasping at straws for a full proof remedy People shouldn't be locked in cages for smokin' tree Or tryin' live oppression free We got rapists gettin' off scott free With that being said humanity needs lsd No one is born with racial bigotry That shit is taught But not love

Open your mind or not I'm a Boom bap EMT This beat be the gurney Resuscitating rap lyrically Fuck corruption 'til the death of me And I guess the rest is history