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Fuck Led Zeppelin
02:12
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Wake up, roll over back to internal perception
That's really more my speed and I kill the radio reception
Everyday. 8AM I'm ripped from thoughts inside my head
by cacaphonic classic rock just to keep outside the red.
We wax nostalgic for an era that we never even lived in
Cuz grandpa's TV tells us that's the best it's ever been.
Fuck led zeppelin we can make our own masterpieces fuck you
Future shits banging in the tubes without you
repackaged anachronisms you try to sell back to us
to push your adolescence on us you will not see my dollars
I will not buy the rerelease of the Fourth Album y'all put out
let dying dogs die its about time this shit got put down
I'm waiting till you die so we can finally move off this
baby boomer bottom line obsessed culture fuck your profits.
22 years young so I could give a fuck less
about the greatest lost generation of nam vets turned execs.
rebel with a vague point. old fucks exploit
the media to reel you in to listening to pink floyd
dark side of the moon cover on every other chest
of a state school douchebag who preaches they're the best
and how music sucks now. shut the fuck up, no doubt
don't speak now about shit you do not know about
your whole concept of music comes from your racist old man
picking you up from soccer practice bumping some tape from steve miller band
from seven six in nine six cause thats what he grew up with
passed it on so for you new will always equal shit.
but do you ever wonder why it survived as long as it did?
because thats the best the era offered and rest sucked dick.
disco and novelty cash ins on trends existed then
but no pass given today; the labels always look for ends
bad music's nothing new fuck you your attitude
is a of twenty something disgruntled middle aged motherfucker
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2. |
Noise
03:15
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So much noise on the mic the whole scene is on the fritz
Disturbed as a baby had to call up doctor Lipschitz
This shit that get spit is like a rapper packing dip
trying get that gross shit out but he rips it.
Kicks it aside to clear the path for the next.
Spilling ill on the phone everybody think he texts.
But he step so correct everybody getting wrecked,
only get respect from local heads and his friends
At the end we all eat all sleep and all beat
all creep with the crew we be looking out for you
and we do all the things that a slacker know to do that's smoke a boge or 2
while we wiling out to wu.
We blue all day while we chase the light away
In Darkness we burn this the nights got a way
Of making it okay till the dawn anyway not awake when it wakes tell the day to go away.
loud sounds resonate when supplemental detonate
lower the approval rate when the noise rap emanate
innate flow propagate when I face the magistrate
the hollow man can't relate to the magic i create
wait. I got a hundred cats all better than you bitch
you just condoning violence I'm aware that i'm not rich
misogynist, racist, we thought it was a joke
now you transmute your hatred into fucking blood gold
oh big bad wolf 'bout blow my self esteem down
drink your bud light for the 2 weeks that you come around
I don't need to see you man, i don't want see you man
seaman women hater's club like he-man
the man penetrate the skull of an aryan think you got power with that gun that you're carrying
don't ask just shoot at anyone arabian and you been dreaming all your life to be a fucking navy man
Supplemental Friend be the centrum to your rap collection
Illest infinite dimensions don't spit shit in my direction
A-to-Zinc I'm tickled pink think to
shrink your whole significance
derivative t, kid, consequently, not into it
Wrecking motherfuckers and their art/thug dichotomy
comically.
Total polar everything you try to be
dope technically. Illest solar in the galaxy
black hole gravity devour up your artistry
Absolute destruction to MC's who were fucking with the friend
Few standard deviations from the trend
Will it blend? Fuck nah, stay separate from the populace,
I'm opposite innocuous, proving my hypothesis
So fuck money, being me means way more to me
If my independence's threatened motherfuck the authority
I'll leave you with a quote about my stance on conformity
"When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority"
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3. |
Half-Sleeping
04:13
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14 stone of straight botheration and cold sweat
distressed silhouette in the distance a skeptical existence
apathetic to disinterest so I pass out fucks like candy
on a playground by the older dude rocking the whole conversion van thing
I'm the man on the wing on that Shatner lala land flight
ultra magnetic gremlin, eat exclusively at midnight
yeah right. really I'm more virginia woolfe than pimp c homes
so when I die I'm going down with a whole pocket full of stones
so I used to get real aggy when mademoiselle wouldn't have me
blow steam over spilt milk make a mean messy cappuccino
Demeanor turned neutrino feign negligence for the benefit
eros came in triplicate but gloom stayed monolithic
every trait specific I am nothing hear me hum with the buzz of a billion bugs, broken bass, bees, and projectors
erect a monument to the empire of dirt arranged meticulous
stack up downers in the back inventory spit ridiculous
I Kick it nouveau b-boy revival post suicidal thoughts
And keep it fresh like pop locking graff writing Lewis and Clarks
Collide with the likes Beauvoir and Sartre so that's a start
description of supplemental art and all future derivatives
A primitive male thought cooks in the deepest sectors of the gray matter and keep banging in the skull till something gets splattered
Doesn't matter whether brains, rotten fruit or beauty queen
it's still a disembodied hook yanking me the fuck out the scene
Troglodytic dissolution upon contact with the mirror me
Snafu after snafu makes me broken frozen socially
Burial plot saved cremated and looking glazed
Blaze cigarettes off cigarettes theoretic glory days
So I rush to make a clusterfuck of the Brooklyn home with air quotes
Pushed securely in to the red and right to peace of mind revoked.
Force choked by debt and fret feverish on the regular
In bed like Brian Wilson except I can't finance the breakdown
gibberish spills in immeasurable quantities to fill the china wear
of all my hard working friends and family. are they enchanted?
the weight of the whole blanket on my shoulders imploded onto a daytime of introspective fetal position half sleeping
not a one peep peeped from beyond the infinite and jupiter never burst to turn lucifer so sunlight glows weak.
feet first dive into the underbelly of my purpose
REM elusive but still REM conclusion
Emergence like a malformed mismatched butterfly
main gene misplaced means I fucked up the metamorphosis
Hypothesis location swap wrong. so long pharmacist.
I'll see ya next week and I'll speak in mumbles just for emphasis
ceiling changed position but still staring all the live long
like if i live long, i'll live right, i'll live life like finally!
fuck that in this past free fall episode I was writing
and fighting internally. eternal suffering's just more interesting
supplemental mental case hip hop fill the vacant space
as crab rappers disintegrate from the mighty supplemental blaster
and might be supplemental after the return from rotten apple
but that Napster search for rap music in ancient times did matter
and then uncle moe who showed me Nas and Jay-Z beef less weak from that peek into the passion that I had burning somewhere in me
so fast forward to the present day my static phase dramatic ways have swept away into a gravitational singularity
If i keep a safe distance, i can orbit it near infinite
distress despair intricate for a hot cosmological minute
A rhythmic symbiosis in this system with my old self
But I revolve with the reminder that this peak could still plummet
So while I'm at the summit I'm gonna make it known i love it
cuz fuck it things are better here than inside the giant bucket
and I plan to make a living on this mentality my sanity is makeshift
but still I'll grow up to be something truly spectacular
like jay electronica with no invisible man obsession
I'm the article in the clause that proves the nine tenths possession
With this device that I caress, I'll ingest your whole profession
so i'll be impressed when you acknowledge your obsolescence and fucking step to me
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4. |
Make Hate
01:44
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I got caught in the machismo trap 3 laps around the Barbie block
Night time park mating dance ritual subtract the diamond block
Next night I'm taking stock rocking mics about the trauma
You met my momma and her disbelief was inde-fucking-scribal
I used to get down tribal like thump it like a bible like
In a little Pennsylvania shithole that believe the word is final
Like Spinal tap the situation and then move on the next one
Lather rinse repeat recreation but can't connect one
Deception unintentional but its stinging just the same
Mainframe meltdown broken vacuum tubes are neurons in my brain
The main vein constriction got me feeling crazy fucking hazy
Rubbing up on anything that recognize the supplemental, baby
Then fading into obscurity like an overnight pop sensation
After rearranging a 6's whole internal organization
making hate with this crustacean leaves you in a sad state of affairs
every egg in one basket smashed with no back up one to spare
rare find like a luck trinket but equally as slippery
bare behind like a toony toss wish and watch the rippling
Frame bent and doubled over quad clover type disorder.
blow this over explicitly to turn the passion colder
I used to think when I was older I could crush the mini-me
but now I realize my behavior is tied to a single fucking gene
I got the need to propagate but i get stuck tryna decrypt
mentally ill equipped gibberish signals i can't read cause I'm illiterate
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5. |
Paranoid Bigotry
03:24
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So I check her ex track record
All white like copacetic with a speech impediment
I just might
Be the brownest boy she fucks with
Paranoid bigotry
Racists all around she can't possibly be into me
Rebel against her PA Dutch heritage with heretics
To piss her parents off with a real scare like this
she serious? No. She's curious. intrigued.
She's want to come over and try my mom's middle east cuisine
But when it's time to open jeans. She's into it It seems.
Until novelty wears off and returns to familiar genes
We broke the walls down? Maybe. But not here.
In a state where KKK nearly out number deer
Paranoid bigotry
High school diversity if race were binary
Most girls didn't want me. Black girls called me whitey.
the white girls I liked could never bring me home to mommy
So fine just blow me.
Soothe your white guilt so you can call your friends nigga
Then I spilt white milk when you pull the right trigger.
That's gross. Race is not white and black. Social construct blah blah this shit is wack
At least I don't gotta act with my own kind. Nope wrong
Gotta pretend to give a fuck about God to get along.
Arabs disowned me cause they can't separate our culture from the okey-dokie
chain-smoking bogies.
Paranoid bigotry
My Arabic proficiency is moderate at best guess the fam is thinking less of me
I'm foreign. I'm assimilated.
That means I'm double hated. Born in the USA. Protesting it like Bruce say
And fuck what you say. How you're not a bigot.
You're fine with gays and blacks But hate faggots and niggas
And I don't give a fuck if you perceive a difference
How it's okay he's gay but not when the faggots in your way
Paranoid bigotry
Is this something actually or just what I can see when a girl just isn't into me.
Being brown in a black/white society x4
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6. |
Shut Up Little Man
04:08
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You are not my fucking friend. just start it off real simple like
get no empathy from me don't know being whack feels like
i inspire all types to sing praises for my talents
Ichiban ego-strokers keep fanboyism transparent
But you come at it real murky like some reverse psychology mind game
Tryna play homie simultaneous while your mouth's occupied with my name
According to my mathematics its confirmed your style's corny
Your freestyles are boring and your whole steeze is obnoxious.
You burn dimes noxious and then pass it off in good conscious
and the fumes linger longer than the misconception your style's dope
Bring absolute assholism to unprecedented levels
And your alcoholism's hilarious, I hope you never get better.
I hope your vices stay gripped and deplete your whole potential
And you're whole life pans out like a fucking after school special
And your affinity for chemicals leave you broken and alone
More so than it already has. so Just put down the fucking microphone
Either your off the dome shit is some brilliant abstract artistic statement
Or you're just babbling like a mental patient until some words sound entertaining
My money's on the latter, I think i been giving you too much credit.
You're the rapper with a wack verse booed off before you even spit it
Our bracket disparity is borne entirely from your stupidity
And with clockwork regularity you undermine your own lucidity
So let my clarity for second play azure sky of deepest summer.
if we're being completely honest, I really hate you motherfucker
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7. |
Money
02:45
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I'm not mysterious I'm boring get to know the fucking difference
thats why when you be yapping i'll be quite content to listen
Don't ask me what I'm up to. I'll save you time tell you now
I'm curled up in a ball sleeping long and weeping loud
my cream expired months ago I drink my coffee black
and my piggy bank has starved to death and he's never coming back
i rap to drive drums that I done and made bangers
and i make the beats ill as an outlet for the anger
I'm surrounded by a broken homes white folks in droves
Walking Talking TV tropes. An identity on the ropes
Alive clock face but just a teensy less expressive
a repressive adolescence left an undeserved depression
So I'm bumping "we ain't fessin'" let's undo this first impression.
And the second third and fourth ones an infinite regression
To complete and total stranger lets rewrite the fucking history
Some names stay the same but the story stays a mystery
stay listening to decayed Americana with Obama idle hands they wander but the adage rings true
And if I never knew you then I guess I'm not your friend anymore so there's the door but in my core I'm not new
I'm an outsider in a world with no doors. Does that make me more or less the same as these zombies making moves?
Fuck you of course not I sit atop the trash heap penthouse deluxe duplex weak artists getting suplexed
fuck this explosive damaging my whole chest nose mouth vocal cords
deserve awards for all these words
all y'all move in herds while I'm doing the beats like murderous bean curd. y'all been served.
and for the carnivores i'll bring the beef any day
With Brivta or chain, a nozh scrap any time you say
you look a bit tired.
Bedways is rightways so just go the fuck home
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