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Cigarette Burns by Professor Rex

by Revolutionary Exchange Productions

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All You Know 02:56
All you know is not real You're overstating your own appeal You walk around feeling entitled Reality is you're less of an idol and more idle Like Kurt Cobain after he was feeling suicidal Like your lines that rhyme was recycled Your words are like a douchebag Bible The opposite of a Nike swoosh fad Michael Jordan wouldn't bet on your title making the ladies feel unbridled Or getting all bridal, it's vital you hear this recital And schedule your arrival out of denial You ain't one of the titans that makes it to the Finals I know hearing this will get you homicidal And you'll try to stifle me with libel But it's not me that's your rightful rival You cause your own trifling stifling downward spiral All you know is not real You're overstating your own appeal You feel you should be sealing the deal But contempt for you the ladies can't conceal All you know is not real You're overstating your own appeal Why your self-image is so overblown is uknown You're probably going to need to atone for that cologne And dethrone and disown the old ideas you condoned You're talking nonsense about being in the friend zone You're just jealous, fellas, that you didn't get to bone You can't get blown, can't figure out how to make Joan moan Can't figure out why you're known as your own clone Your old sexual regime needs to be overthrown You need to learn to talk to women, get Rosetta Stone And learn to intone and talk grown, don't bemoan And quit mumbling nonsense like Rocky Balboa era Sylvester Stallone Or you'll get hit like a cyclone and crash like a savings and loan Get rid of your monotone, monosyllabic, monologue, don't Forget to unknow the things you've known and been shown or end up alone All you know is not real You're overstating your own appeal You feel you should be sealing the deal But contempt for you the ladies can't conceal All you know is not real You're overstating your own appeal You feel you should be sealing the deal But contempt for you the ladies can't conceal All you know is not real You're overstating your own appeal You feel you should be sealing the deal But contempt for you the ladies can't conceal
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Cellophane 02:48
I'm Stephen King, I'm Drew Barrymore, hotter I'm like Prodigy, I'm a firestarter What comes around won't go around Not when I'm in town Not when I'm on stage This ain't the 90s This is Rex's age The Age of Rex Like an X-men crossover You don't know what's gonna happen till it's over Complicated but ultimately righteous You can try, but you can't fight this You can't write, but you might try to bite this This is easy, took just minutes to scribe this I'm murdering this shit like Aaron Hernandez I'm painting pictures like I invented canvas When I Google my own name it says "did you mean dope MC" Listen while you can, only a few more months before I stop giving you this shit for free Time for the chorus, put on your shades Or you'll be blinded by how bright this is Boom, I'm ragged and rugged and ripping a rhyme Tagging and tugging, committing a crime Dragging and digging, dropping a dime Flagging and fucking, flipping these lines I'll judge a cover by its book After I take a second look I am my own second opinion I'm a warlord, not a minion I'm the best at what I do But what I do ain't nice Unless I want to be Then I'm nice at that, too, see From the beginning to the end I don't quit until you're through Like a 15th century battle rapper, you're all thou's and thy's But you can't handle the hows and why's, you're all about to cry My whole life's been red lights & red signs Always walking a path plagued with land mines The roads I travel were always been blocked The doors I approach were forever locked But no more Gandhi said First they ignore you Then they laugh at you Then they fight you Then you win Fuck that shit I just win Boom, I'm ragged and rugged and ripping a rhyme Tagging and tugging, committing a crime Dragging and digging, dropping a dime Flagging and fucking, flipping these lines Boom, I'm ragged and rugged and ripping a rhyme Tagging and tugging, committing a crime Dragging and digging, dropping a dime Flagging and fucking, flipping these lines I'm ragged and rugged and ripping a rhyme Tagging and tugging, committing a crime Dragging and digging, dropping a dime Flagging and fucking, flipping these lines
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The Answer 03:27
The answer to all your questions Can be found in the lessons That you'll learn when you listen to the Rex I'm not here just to flex I've gathered a lot of facts over the years And I just want you to lend me your ears I just want you to move your feet I just want you to groove to this Apollo Brown beat While I give some answers to you dancers We're suffering from a overabundance of brain cancers Not literal, more like illiterate, materialistic Liberally eating sugary cereal with no vitamins and minerals The pitiful trivial miserable apoliticaly hypocritical fictional middle I'm not talking about fairy tales, I'm lifting veils Giving you warnings about the things you should be aware of The real things you should be in fear of, scared of You need to know who is making money off of you It's the people who consume the lobster fondue while you eat turkey stew It's trips to Peru while you struggle to buy shampoo It's a home with a Pacific view while your rent is long overdue It's hanging with kangaroos while you crazy glue your running shoes It's Katmandu and Timbuktu, while you visit the city zoo It's the boys in the blue, deja vu, and the dirty things they do It's wham and bam, but m'am no thank you It's Bentleys and Maybachs while you're writing IOUs It's Dolce and Gabbana while you're listening to Blink 182 It's swimming with Shamu while you're frightend about the bird flu You need to ask yourself, who benefits off of my labor Who wins when I can't choose my own neighbors Who is victorious when I put down my own sabre Who gets rich when I'm not a hater and I buy your fable Who blows up every time the government promotes another free trader Who is the one propping up all those third world dictators Who succeds off the fiction that the rich are the only job creators Who is the champion when to myself I am a traitor You need to ask more questions Ask me, ask yourself, ask whoever you can They don't want to give you the answers But don't take no for an answer

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released April 14, 2014

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