Songs they make about “stacking paper” are almost always lazy, low talent, fake woke, and brainless. And probably either about destroying community or from a place of extreme entitlement. They don’t even write those songs themselves either. I’m stacking concepts, flows, and records here, having fun with it. Come along on this journey with me.
The cover is AI, and I’ve rapped a few AI written songs recently, but I still like the real thing when possible. I had some writers block going on until the Chat GPT bars got me back into it. The bars on this song come from me. And it just costs too much money to have a cover art made for each song. It will be amazing when AI image creation doesn’t steal from designers, and the productions can be used for official cover art.
Fascists, racists, bigots, abusers, cunts, etc. — they call my work cheesy, corny, or campy whenever possible. They have no brain, soul, or worth as people. They have never been through anything interesting or impressive in their lives and it shows when they try to speak creatively or intellectually. Try to think for yourselves, you adult children you.
They’re obsessed with serial killers, selling crack and highly addictive pills, a lot of pointless swearing, saying nigga a lot, bragging about how far right wing they are, forcing people into Christianity and/or other pagan religions, etc. It’s just a pathetic group of people who fake appreciate this hip hop thing in America. I wish it was different.
This country is filled with frauds and oppressors in every nook and cranny. I know it’s fake difficult to speak out and stand on your own, but I still encourage all of you spineless losers to do so if you can. Please try harder in life and stop pretending like you deserve any of what you have, when you know you’re just sitting in someone’s spot.
“Yea
Stacking the cheddar, I ain’t lactose
I’m the king of the north, de facto
Shout out the White and the Black folks
Racist thoughts, I’m way past those
Yea, way up north, it’s go pack go
Eat the rich, that’s a snack dose
Stupid trends, I pass those
A big fat ass, yea I tap the hos
I’m eating good, a lot of casseroles
I ain’t going wherever the pastor goes
Ya know it gets real grimey, yea that gross
Like I’m a ghost living in the shadows
I’m running through the jungle with a big bundle on me
A lot of gold around my neck, like I’m someone holy
I’ve come a long way since beeferoni
I clean my guns when I feel lonely
Shout out the Mil, yea Steve Da Stoner
You won’t make it far here as some little rhoner
You better move to the coast with all that crony shit
I’m one with the green, yea all that foliage
I’m mostly Norwegian but a little Polish
Slavic soul, I never sold it
I’m hitting the upper right and they’re playing goalie
Working class muscle, Anatoly
Shout out Mick Foley
Shout out the cannolis
Death to all the bullies
Let’s get this guacamole
I’m stacking this bread like a baker
She wanna come so I better go take her
But I’m for the kids, no Andrew Tateing
So Midwest like Anita Baker
I’m a big deal, did you see the paper
Put your glasses on, did you see the paper
I really mean it when I say, ‘see you later’
I’m OKC, you the Lakers
Fuck Lebron and all the haters
I’m on my toes like I’m running from tasers
Dodging the opps and all of their lasers
You had it once, yea you had a phase quick
I hit out of the park, all bases
I’m going through life, you going through stages
Old head, you better hit stage left
Young one, you better read some pages
I’m running through walls like Luke Cage
I’m the main character, Liu Kang
So much ass, Pootie Tang
Real country boy, yea all grange
Long shots, yea long range
I’ve come a long way since the bong days
You locked on the lights like a fawn daze
Cash cow, I’m in the stock exchange
Pokemon, yea I got the game
How you blue blooded with red veins
Fake working class with a smooth brain
Yea I think I’ll stick with my cool chains
I’m so cold, they playing freeze tag
Robert Graham with the G-Stars
I don’t think you know what these are
Old soul, they call me a geezer
While they bowing down to peak czars
You getting swept like Philly, that’s a Meek bar
Yea, you play games, I keep the G card
You sitting around like a sea star
You need a hobby like a guitar
You falling through the cracks of the rebar
You fading away, yea au revoir
I’m keeping it tight like a weed jar
All black whip with the all black tint, looking in you cannot see far
Here in the Kee, we in the streets, like we’re living in Bihar
I am the man, never been a stan
You’re living in a trance, I’m living through dance
All you little boys can catch these hands
All you beautiful women can get romanced
Yea I’m a dog when she gets in the stance
But not everybody can get in these pants
I’m very selective, I keep me a pen
All my competition is really rancid
Dirty motherfuckers, they’re barely rinsing
How you live beyond your means in a prison
I’m cooking, y’all sizzling
You pancake, I’m Bisquick
Real beef, you giblits
Filet mignon, you chitlins
I’m grown, who are you kidding
Ho, I’m swole, check your fitness
Working class, yea a 9-5
They bitch about theirs cause they’re barely alive
They live vicariously through white lies
They wish I had skin like computer paper and bright eyes
Are you fresas wish I would move white pies
But I’m a whole meal, Five Guys
Zionists like, ‘But you don’t have any ties’
Bitch, I went to jail and I paid the fines
I made it through and I made it out alive
You and whole crew wishing I would die
Cause I don’t use slang like, ‘What up slime’
Yea basic rights, they’re taking their time
They have no points, so they’re taking to mine”
