Big nose, hunch back- Kick those dumb raps
Sipping Jack while the homies lick-closed blunt wraps
Schizo; fun fact- the kid knows comebacks
So fork over your skunk sacks and bunk flows, run that
I don’t need the flows, heaven knows I got plenty
But you don’t need ‘em either, see, they’re weak and gut-wrenching
“Does Jarv have many steez?” That depends, tell me-
Do hippies eat placentas? Does VAG own Bentley?
I spaz, don’t tempt me- y’all don’t wanna hear it
Turn me up to ten- prone to render domes earless
Tender poem speaking- If that shit is a crime
I’m a career criminal, leaving MCs careerless
I roll up in a clear whip; Invisible Boatmobile
You can hear the tires squeal when I gear-shift
Pierce this atmosphere, fully fearless
Send it into orbit, I’m morbid and I appear pissed
But I am not, I’m calm, tryina drop bombs
If I pop I’ll probly buy stock in Nautica and Izod
If I flop, it’s your fault- I might stop
I’m just joshing you, my god- Get off my jock, Paesan
I style on you with much grace- How my nuts taste, fuckface?
I must place some slut-shame on me, like, “what fuck Nate??”
I’ll scrub the bloodstains up off of the rug
Once your crustacean love-mate is done making the duck-face
Son, I crush stages- Y’all just go through ‘em
Steady elevating while your wading in the sewers
Successful, superb, superior to your stupid little futile, useless losers
Usurp you, sir- You earned two-for-one, dumb Jarv in a drunken stupor
Walking ‘round talking mad smack to my supers
Acting like I ain’t the one that yacked in the über
Blooper reel, it is real when I spit it
All the women fight like Israelites and Palestinians
Cutting through the mix like Aron Ralston did his arm
If you wanna get it on, get it on
In the dawn on the lawn smoking bongs with your mom
She’s a long-haired lady, I’m a long-haired man
That doesn’t mean I’m a goddamn hippy
If you’re unable to get me, I totally understand
Now pass that shit over this side
Now pass it on back over that side
If you pass it over here, while I don’t smoke often
I might take a toke, yeah, that’s right
I said pass that shit over this side
Now ya’ pass it on back over that side
If you pass it over here, while I don’t smoke often
I might take a toke, yeah, that’s right, that's right, that's right
Absoulutly love R.A but sorry to say fellas -
F*u** I.T and his communnism complex/tds -Using R.A's platform to epouse it.Fantastic album anyway Cold Rollins
It's been only a year since I heard Deca on a random chance on a shuffle recommendation. Within that year, Deca rose up the ranks of one of the best lyricists I've heard. The body of art within each project isn't something one can digest in one play through. I actually find it difficult to put a fav on a playlist without needing to revisit an album in its entirety. As a listener and fan of your music, thanks for all you create and share with us. damoclesnuka
I have been listening to variations of this album a long time. I remember I was living in a cardboard dumpster when some young guy was like yo dude it's gonna rain come crash on my couch. He played The Many Faces of Oliver Hart for me. I fell in love, I set my favorite track as Rain because we looped it when the rain came. That was one of the early acts of kindness I received in the nearly 20 years I've been homeless. @NomadRoamsFree