Anglerfish from Layers by Bones McQueen
Tracklist
| 4. | Anglerfish | 4:18 |
Lyrics
My cranium’s insane, more unstable than antimatter
I’m a legendary fire cat that can’t be captured
In a battle of wits, they get pissed on and badly battered
Golden shower scalding hot and flowing from this dragon’s bladder
Don’t need no mantras, mottos, words of affirmation
Motivated, durable, still irked and exasperated
Ursa Majors tamed, uncertain in this savage land of danger
Kick stirrups from the beast of burden’s back to activate him
Mangled a manticore in the mangroves of Bangladesh
Flashed fangs afterwards, toothy as an angler fish
Mad and ill at ease, gather strength from past laments
Gritty attitude a caveat you didn’t factor in
Cannabis in my system high as a pterodactyl wing
After ten years, can’t tell if it helps or holds me back a bit
Too scared to change, what if I lose my touch? In anger quit
Writing rap verses and chase the check, end up with mad regret
Could never have respect for someone like that
I look up to people that possess something I lack
If you ain’t obsessed with what you do you gonna get passed
Or get stuck in the past, it’s enough to go mad
Could never have respect for someone like that
I look up to people that possess something I lack
If you ain’t obsessed with what you do you gonna get passed
Or get stuck in the past, it’s enough to go mad
Never die, never say never, then I send ‘em flying
Bend the mind, self-belief big as Joel Embiid size
And I don’t fuckin’ empathize
I’m doing everything to not think tedious and lead an empty life
Here to test how cold the water is, dipped a single toe
Felt the biting pain of the frost, but couldn’t let it go
Mind’s a bit out of focus I think I need to lick a toad
Heed the ancient wisdom and accept that I’m not in control
Listless misfit, ginseng syrup in my whiskey coke
Pickled liver made of brittle stone, I’m in sick repose
Self-immolation, skin picked ’til the bones exposed
Villain prince with a mission to have the sitting king dethroned
Speed Racer in a fuckin’ ricer call me swift arroz
Claim you’re the best, that’s bit of a stretch like pigeon pose
Bring more intensity than Willem Dafoe in Antichrist
Rap is life, but many peers slack off and barely write
Could never have respect for writers who slack
I look up to people that possess something I lack
If you ain’t obsessed with what you do you gonna get passed
Or get stuck in the past, it’s enough to go mad
Could never have respect for writers who slack
I look up to people that possess something I lack
If you ain’t obsessed with what you do you gonna get passed
Or get stuck in the past, it’s enough to go mad
Resting in my zone high above it where the eagles nest
Reach the crest, temperatures dip ’til you can see your breath
Keep it chilly when I sleep, dream in a deeper REM
I’m a dreadful creature that’s surrounded by feeble men
The machine hums humdrum, I cannot believe this shit
Must be in a simulation, operation Screaming Fist
Mycotoxins in the nervous system, can’t feel the Dex
deader than Dixie Flatline, but I’m feeding you my real regrets
Here today, gone tomorrow so I leave this verse behind
For some jerk to find, while he surfs the net and burns his time
What’s the verdict? When you know you’re guilty of negligence
Forget to foster your mental, inevitably let it slip
That’s why I write every lyric like it’s the last one
I could die not knowing true happiness and that’s mad fucked
Wanna hang with homies, go on tours, do some damn drugs
Write raps ’til I disintegrate into a black dust
Could never have respect for pawns in a match
I look up to people that possess something I lack
If you ain’t obsessed with what you do you gonna get passed
Or get stuck in the past, it’s enough to go mad
Could never have respect for pawns in a match
I look up to people that possess something I lack
If you ain’t obsessed with what you do you gonna get passed
Or get stuck in the past, it’s enough to go mad
Could never have respect for prawns that don’t hatch
Could never have respect for lawns with a patch missing
