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(The Infinite Skrillifiles - SERIES V)
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JOLENE. [Happy Accidents Remix] - Beyoncé ft. Happy Accidents
JOLENE. [Happy Accidents Remix]
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Beyoncé ft. Happy Accidents
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LEGENDS
{Enter The Multiverse}
“Two Hats”
Now I had two hats— and loved both of them dearly—or rather, bonded with them—as much as anyone could love a material thing, however, given my circumstances material things where all there were left to love, and though I distained to admit it, there I was, in my empty apartment, which I turned into an office, a mattress on the floor to deviate from it ever truly becoming a bedroom, not that I ever really ‘slept' well in the place—which was a blessing, and the very least mine, with all the gratitude I could show the world for finally letting me be human again, after five years of homelessness.
I still hadn't quite yet recovered, actually—I had taken my minimalistic qualities and invested all of my “income” with office supplies and musical endeavors, had already released an album, and had nothing less than a heap of backlogged work to sort through—I could be busy for years, just by myself, and the worst of it—or perhaps, best of it was, I was still writing every day.
Sometimes a lot.
Too much, really.
But, it was a gift, of all the gifts I had received, and they were coming in variously, by way of inspiration, little laughs, and waves of a careful, constructive energy which I knew to be beyond nprnsllyborituctive, even for a creative, and though in my heyday I had written more in volume, the quality of my work was beginnings to show—and my potential for professionalism within the field increased, if I could ever see past my brown skin into white world, where I feared the blue and green eyes damsels of the new entertainment world would Beyoncé me in their outrageous and delusional Taylor Swiftness— unless I was so black that I could not stand as a threat to their dominance and obvious world power —which I wasn't, especially by New York's standards. I was soft spoken, well behaved, and most comfortable (at least when well dressed and maintained), amongst the elite.
The first hat jad come well before the other, thankfully—as I had needed something besides a handkerchief tied around my head to protect it; it was during fast that I had learned of the danger of keeping one's head exposed, and finally succumbed to the fact that though it could be deeply hidden and lost somewhere in time and my genetics, no matter how bad at it I was, I was somewhere at least a little Jewish, at least by Whoopi Goldberg standards, who supposedly wasn't Jewish at all—but I had also learned in fast, that many dead Jews were now black women, recycled again only to be exterminated by a counterpart which had exceeded itself in hatred, apparently through it all time—my fear was that it was this hatred who welded and whitewashed all the networks I wished to excel in—the dance music industry, the streaming services, and the media in general seemed almost ruined in entirely by racism, nepotism, and well—
Karenism, and though I liked Becky a bit more for her labeling of a power-hungry control-freak ultra competitive obsessive, whose racism was blisteringly hidden and intrinsic and yet effected every fibere of my being just in intolerance, austentation, and obnoxious offense, Karen was what the world had seemed to decide her name was— the true drive behind all white power and supremacy—the white woman, for which the average—always painfully average—white man could not function without.
“You've got some resentments in here”, said a voice, almost as familiar as my own, but masculine, as I hyperfocused into the Hurley logo on the first hat, a powder blue and white soft-skulled SnapBack which was intended for working out—and of course, for surfing, should I ever be so lucky to surf again somewhere that wasn't New York, and I meant it, that New York was its own certain kind of sickness and toxicity, riddled with old racism and clustered wi -
{Happy Days} / [A Tie That Binds]
{Happy Days} / [A Tie That Binds]
[As Seen On TV] / I _ NY (I Love New York)
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I SAID I LOVE YOU!
I AMBER HEARD YOU
—YEAH, WELL, YOU COURTNEY LOVED HIM!
No guilt trips.
Brooklyn, I don't give a shit about you blond bitches
Ya'll is crooked as f**k
Fast walking trying to pass me
That's alright;
I can write A whole album in 45 minutes
So pay attention
I should be booking shows
I'm stuck at the stove
With no furniture
No money to blow
Blowing bubbles in the tub
Wondering how the fuck I'm supposed to run
With no protein
I'm so hungry
Carbohydrates can't harm nobody
Less you're a wanna be
All my demons skinny as can be
And still eating
Still scrolling on social media like
“F**k it “
I don't owe nobody nothing
I don't want nobody, actually
All of these guys find me ugly
Just wait till it's me on the Tv
I'll have them all
Take me to the future again
I been in this bed for six days
Just going blank slate
[Slate Your Name, Please]
A monocle, A synagogue, a musical, and a monologue
Let's log it all on the podcast and make it a montage,
Shall we, or shall we not?
SAGAL:
CUT.
I'm not that dead, man
I been praying for him and his family
Can't get her name out of my head, that one
These are oceans, planets and oceans
I can write a whole album In 45 minutes
Might need a jacket
I die when the wind blows
If it gets colder
I fit the mold, huh?
I'm not worried about a snowman
Till it gets frozen
Bring the hoes in
Dirty dozen donuts
Something says “you were chosen”
Another stroller
I don't even want to go there
My life is over
I got your number
I never ever want to grow here on my
Nowhere
I'm sober
I'm so bare
I'm so Bearr [censored]
I never wanted the impossible thought form
I never wanted to forgot where I come from
I never won an award for nothing
I don't want no man
I don't want no friends
I don't want it no more
It's a war here
I'm no racist, promise
I'm just informing ya
Compromises and honor rolls
Sometimes you take two doses
Sometimes you're a bulldozier
And hozier don't know shit
Satan can't do shit but sit there
Cause
Ain't nobody in that body
Just the lack of where
I am is
I am is
I don't really need nobody
Cause soon as I got him
He gon want some body
That's not me
That's the problem
Another oracle
Another blonde with no
Nothing between the thighs,
I shot him right between the eyes
I been crying and trying days and nights
To be right there
Be right there
He really like a nightmare
Yeah.
He really like a nightmare
Yeah.
He really like a nightmare
A whole frightening ass—
Lights up,
Curtains open quiet on stage
Hold backstage
Quick change
I just want to walk into buffalo exchange like
Here, take this;
I'll take 5 orders or your best chicken,
And just wait for this literal genius to be like
“Uh—we don't have chicken here”
Sorry,
I just assumed with buffalo
Walked in with nothing,
No clothes
Just a really old guy holding my hand like
“I'll buy this”
Thanks, gramps
That's my man
Thanks lion,
That's my Maine.
Now, what's my name?
Manhattan.
Why all the white supremacists mad?
They're just like that
I spin backwards trying to die
Cause I can't catch a white man
That's big ass fish
I just got my dick stroked, you know
This one and that one, he says
Swerve,
I'm all in my mainstream
All in my
I can't take it
I just had a big ass stroke, you know
I been smelling cornbread—
Nope,
That's the oven
I love it
Here's my language:
Jesus, save us
There she is—
Another television envious of sentientness
You know
This is the sweetness of success
Without the sweat in it
I put a letter out in public to Letterman and Conan
Before of course I realized,
I just might be writing to dead men
And that's what death is
Debt
That's what death is
When Johnny Depp is your best friend
And everything and everyone else is -
LION’S PAW.
Sai the Saige has seven souls
Seven sons
And seven daughters
Sai the Saige has seven worlds
Seven wounds
And seven altars
Sai the Saige has seven wives
Seven husbands, seven mothers
Seven fathers, Seven Gods
And Seven Others
Sai the Saige has seven wands, seven scars, and seven warriors
Seven Angeles, Seven Trumpets, Seven Shells, and Seven Feathers;
Sai the Saige has seven fears, Seven Secrets, Seven Weapons
Sai the Saige has Seven Wars, Seven Waters, Seven Oceans
{Enter The Multiverse}
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LION’S PAW.
Sai the Saige has seven souls
Seven sons
And seven daughters
Sai the Saige has seven worlds
Seven wounds
And seven altars
Sai the Saige has seven wives
Seven husbands, seven mothers
Seven fathers, Seven Gods
And Seven Others
Sai the Saige has seven wands, seven scars, and seven warriors
Seven Angeles, Seven Trumpets, Seven Shells, and Seven Feathers;
Sai the Saige has seven fears, Seven Secrets, Seven Weapons
Sai the Saige has Seven Wars, Seven Waters, Seven Oceans
{Enter The Multiverse}
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Masters of Rap Tapes III: The Seven Souls Saga (Intro)
Is it Psy or Sai
I'm depressed because I don't know how to publish anything and I can't stop writing;
I don't know what to do with anything I've written,
And I'm always,
Constantly stressed about money
The things I need,
And feel I should be working
As if I haven't written more than what some writers with notoriety and fame have or had written in their lifetimes
And now, to think, the fame and notoriety seem so small to me;
I really just want the money and to be able to go away
To some place quiet and peaceful,
And to hold my son again.
Shout out to the bass pod
That's probably why my minds gone
Shout out to the old God
Your lady is a robot
I am the programmer
Might need a controller
Take it all apart
Put it back together
I ain't in the ghetto
Certified, it's gentrified
Ah, dag.
What.
I missed the helipads
AH DAG?! We're about to die, and all you can say is “ AH DAG”
THERES MY INVISIBLE MOTORCYCLE.
SHHH.
Sorry.
Unh.OUCH.
Sorry.
Well, I'm fresh out of [explitive]
There's on
FUUUUUUU——
F-f-f-f
This is not cool!
I have magical powers!
HEY, watch it!
That's odd—it should be cool having magical powers.
It's not cool!
I don't know what to do!
What do I do with my hands!
AGGHHHHHH.
Well first of all, stop blowing shit up.
[Dillon Francis is somehow, just—not famous; he is at camp EDC, being a wooky wook]
READ:
[Dillon Francis is a wooky wook. ]
Correct.
Damn, that is—
Woah.
That is wook.
King James is getting into this narrative real deep
Let's see why,
I fictionalized this dick just to rationalize quickly
What a king is
I sing good,
Cook dinner
Me look awesome
“Kill the kid,” they called for
Another round,
And another run
So here I come
I'm coming up
On up-down rollercoasters
Cardboard for your cup
Cupboards, rocks and cutters
Underwater, wishing of surfboard
For sure mom, you kinda suck
The energy from those is daughters
But I wonder what it's worth
If stars fall from the sky,
To cross lovers
Whatever
Just a 30 rock crossword
I'm Sunnï Blū but,
Tracy just a replacement of me
Sure it was
I'm done God,
I fully f****d up. Good job
By putting all of my words into google documents
In forms of proses and poses
Instead of posing for pictures
Or asking for roses
It doesn't matter what happens
The dirt was mud,
But I rose up
Like no one thought I could
From sinking sand
And ash dust
In God, we don't trust the justice system
Fuckin me up
Keeping me married to pedophile
A while longer
So I f****n die
In due time
What is right will find the judge
And God of all on earth
Will tell the story of Starr,
And how he tossed his son on the couch
Just to punch his mom
Yep. He yeeted my baby
I eated the nothing
The revenge plot twist comes
When Skrillex cosmic something
Something some
It was a downward spiral
I was a backwards a hole
And my scholarship
Cussed out my mother
Called her a cunt
In her own country
Cunty-cunty
What the f**k you want?
A doorknob that talks and locks
A cat or caterpillar to smoke with
And karma to choke Starr
Like he golf balled
And followed me all the way to Brooklyn
Just to piss me off
Just like a pussy
I started the second book
Where I left the first one off
At Whole Foods market
Where I left my snotted scarf at
If you support Starr,
You're more retarded than I thought
If you support War
You're better off
Swallowin a gun,
Like his mom
Cause Mike Roberts
Beat her up
If you support Starr
You're probably a predatory gangstalker
But what for?
You don't even know
You got a small award
For taking a walk
Supporting physiological terrorism
But never even
Bothered to read the
Terms of agreement:
They said
“Kill this n****r bitch”
Keep her from getting any money or education
So she can never be president
I'm just a DJ, man
But since then
I've had secret enemies trying to kill me
By psychology
So they c -
[A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Menorah]
“The Legend of Supacree”
L E G E N D S
“Tales of A Superstar DJ”
My body is my hell
My body is my hell
My body is my hell My body is myhel
Now i do't wanna live no more
My body is my hell
My body is my hell
My body is my hell
Now I don't wanna love no more
i don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna love no more
I don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna love no more
I don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna live no more
I don't wanna–
Boy gets the girl–
but in the end, i'm not either, I
Still have to wonder why
The nanny
How I met yurr' Mother
I'm neve gonna get all that God magic I need if I don't stop working.
This isn't “work”
Oh, yes it is.
Deadmau5, a canadian DJ also known as Joel Zimmerman, hosts an anti-superbowl Star Wars Party, which turns unexpect—
Look at me, feeling me, feeling you
Now look at you, feeling you feeling me
Feeling you feeling me
Feeling me feeling you
Feeling me feeling you
Feeling you feeling
Feeling you feeling
–sorry.
—Unexpectedly into the “superbowl party of the century”, when hundreds (eventually thousands)
of “invitees”
I've never been a man before, (that I know of)
But ive got my hand over your heart ,
And it sure seems hard
It sure seems hard
-AHEM.
Sorry.
Receive an invitation via
[SUPER JEW RABBI]
AHEM
What?!
–Email, which was actually
AHEM.
WHAT! Oh My GoD!
[Looks at clock]
Oh. sorry Rabbi.
When did you get to be such a Jew
FLASHBACK
Age: 12
Mom. I want a dreidel.
…What's a dreidel?
–And A Menorah!
CUT BACK TO
But honestly more recently, it was–
[Stops traffic in Midtown Manhattan Rushour to pick up a penny.]
[Jewish woman]
Woooow.
[JEWLUMINATTI]
You see! I told you!
Oh my God, why are the Jews in this series so stereotypically jewish?
Because Jews are stereotypically Jewish.
FLASHBACK:
But what am I really saving here.
Gevault!
CUT BACK TO:
YOU'RE A PEANUT BUTTER JELLy SaNDWHICH WITH NO PEANUT BUTTER AND NO JELLY.
So just bread?
–yes.
But–[Anime sword swish] I don't eat bread. [Anymore]
[FIGHT]
Dang what DJ battle is THIS.
The One You've Been Waiting For
Mad men
avatar the last air bender
Grounded for life
So how long's this whole thing supposed to take.
–as long as it takes.
What kind of answer is that.
It's an answer.
Don't be so sure of yourself.
I am sure of myself; Just because it's not the answer you wanted doesnt make it any less of an answer. Now, sit down
Watch out, and watch this:
Too many apps on my phone
I'm better off alone
I'd better kill myself
Nobody will ever love me
Nobody will ever love me
Watch out, watch this:
My iPhone is trying to kill me,
For real?
See;
It's natural selection
I'm trying to unselect me
Caviar, a delicacy
How delishish
The devil in me says to keep digging my grave
I was once at a rave,
And he gave me a halo
A lion, I'm brave— I once said
Spin it,
Spin back the record again
If it's all in my head
Then I'm better off dead
I'm better off dead
Watch this!
@Dillon Francis
I'm stuck in a trance—
Hanzel was lighting the candle
And summoned me,
Out of a dead sleep,
With no pants on—
It was a tech house set
But I'm on acid
Spinning an axis
And stuck in a state of trance
—i thought it was armin van buren at one point
I have to give up at some point, writing, right?
Now this is just point in history
Point me away from the misery
Mystery flavor is like
Fruit punch,
Or raspberry—
Something like that,
If you ask me;
But white as the rabbit I pulled out the hat
In the back seat
I'm hatching a plan to go mad,
But I need the recepits from Pasqualle for my taxes
What the F**k does that mean?
I don't know;
I'll read this In a year,
When I unbury it
Maybe I married my best friend,
Deserved to get hit
So I'm just going back to him
Scratch that, he's mad at
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