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All You Know
02:56
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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
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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
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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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