De-Still
By Forty Psychic Frames (2017)
On album Monstrosity (2017)
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WYATT:
Overhead shot of the town
To find 40PF standing in front of crowd
Pan left
There's the hold-em shot, she's the one with the Jordan IV high-tops
Color way by Isaiah Scott
Now go long, ultra wide, field of size my dick in a dick pic
You'll be pleasantly surprised (I joke)
Two shot of a couple of kids fucking up simple kick flips on the
Sidewalk lip
Now freeze this frame for Ant, Soffe shorts, C cups, and yoga pants
Quick cut to a dance
Her booty clapping fast who would've thought white girls with ass
So dense
Could last this long with a wide angle lens
Could pass over with a crane. We're killing it, they can't be contained
Can we get this girls name? It's Desiree I think, THANKS
Now kick this beat hard let's the leave track to relieve scars go
FORREST:
When I write, it's a critical strike
On the mic, I ignite
Blaze your brain till it's high as a kite
And goddamn, this beat is tight
Makes me wanna spit
On a roll
Let's go
Fo sho, Fo-Jay going out of control
Like a domino, set em up and knock em to the floor
Indivisible rhyming miracles, since our shit was 70% satirical
And now we've grown up, honed up the craft
Rocking other entertainment, loving making people laugh
Futile to resist, impossible to misinterpret
The future's looking bright as a bitch
Shiny like a magnitude negative 25
Flying high up in the sky like Delphi's god
Damn, what you gonna say
When you get to listen to my boy Anthony J
ANTHONY:
Holla back, late night menu snack
Sixty acre beat farm, we be swimming keeping up laps
Track and Field, hit the ground running with our hands
Beat the ever loving shit out that goddamn mat
In fact I be a big fish swimming in a small tub
Tongue stud, damn girl, can I get another one?
Born from a killer, I die as a killer
I break the barrier between right and wrong
In song and in session, call you out in confession
Pastor Jackson knows all your many imperfections
What's the question? I zoned out, like the porno shop
Next to the fucking truck stop
I know the owner Debbie, she had me at “Fuck me”
She gave me two tapes, and all I got to say
“Baby got back with an ass like that”, I said
“Baby got back with an ass like that”
Go Scurvy!
SCURVY D:
Feel the rhythm, feel the rhyme
Frames coming at you like it's bobsled time
Up in your grills, giving you chills
Beats so good it's gotta be a crime
Want my advice? Never think twice
A twenty could hit with a roll of the dice
Oh shit, that's a crit
Take your turkey with rice
And find a lady who's nice and one that's full of spice
Feel the flame, feel the fire
You got what you got, ‘cause you got no desire
Watch your damn mouth, won't settle for a liar
The lyrics gonna pop the top off The Shire
Make them hobbits shimmy and shake
You want to change the dial, you better pop them brakes
We'll steal your whip, and then we'll change the plates
Like some cold mother fuckers playing GTA
Overhead shot of the town
To find 40PF standing in front of crowd
Pan left
There's the hold-em shot, she's the one with the Jordan IV high-tops
Color way by Isaiah Scott
Now go long, ultra wide, field of size my dick in a dick pic
You'll be pleasantly surprised (I joke)
Two shot of a couple of kids fucking up simple kick flips on the
Sidewalk lip
Now freeze this frame for Ant, Soffe shorts, C cups, and yoga pants
Quick cut to a dance
Her booty clapping fast who would've thought white girls with ass
So dense
Could last this long with a wide angle lens
Could pass over with a crane. We're killing it, they can't be contained
Can we get this girls name? It's Desiree I think, THANKS
Now kick this beat hard let's the leave track to relieve scars go
FORREST:
When I write, it's a critical strike
On the mic, I ignite
Blaze your brain till it's high as a kite
And goddamn, this beat is tight
Makes me wanna spit
On a roll
Let's go
Fo sho, Fo-Jay going out of control
Like a domino, set em up and knock em to the floor
Indivisible rhyming miracles, since our shit was 70% satirical
And now we've grown up, honed up the craft
Rocking other entertainment, loving making people laugh
Futile to resist, impossible to misinterpret
The future's looking bright as a bitch
Shiny like a magnitude negative 25
Flying high up in the sky like Delphi's god
Damn, what you gonna say
When you get to listen to my boy Anthony J
ANTHONY:
Holla back, late night menu snack
Sixty acre beat farm, we be swimming keeping up laps
Track and Field, hit the ground running with our hands
Beat the ever loving shit out that goddamn mat
In fact I be a big fish swimming in a small tub
Tongue stud, damn girl, can I get another one?
Born from a killer, I die as a killer
I break the barrier between right and wrong
In song and in session, call you out in confession
Pastor Jackson knows all your many imperfections
What's the question? I zoned out, like the porno shop
Next to the fucking truck stop
I know the owner Debbie, she had me at “Fuck me”
She gave me two tapes, and all I got to say
“Baby got back with an ass like that”, I said
“Baby got back with an ass like that”
Go Scurvy!
SCURVY D:
Feel the rhythm, feel the rhyme
Frames coming at you like it's bobsled time
Up in your grills, giving you chills
Beats so good it's gotta be a crime
Want my advice? Never think twice
A twenty could hit with a roll of the dice
Oh shit, that's a crit
Take your turkey with rice
And find a lady who's nice and one that's full of spice
Feel the flame, feel the fire
You got what you got, ‘cause you got no desire
Watch your damn mouth, won't settle for a liar
The lyrics gonna pop the top off The Shire
Make them hobbits shimmy and shake
You want to change the dial, you better pop them brakes
We'll steal your whip, and then we'll change the plates
Like some cold mother fuckers playing GTA
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