Fictional Clientele, by Jack Bashful

Fictional Clientele

by Jack Bashful

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1.	Launch 02:01	lyrics	buy track
I’m against it, got up and rinsed it These are the instances of a Prince it’s Basic statistics, got up and left You know when I’m stressed, I’m not at my best With options I’m blessed, addressed what I lack Never been here before I can’t say that I’m back But I’ve pledged an attack, they’ve been slack they’ve been lazy This just won’t phase me, spit and go crazy Verse 2 I’m for it I’m not weak and I’ve been snoring when they’re speaking They’ve been boring me to sleep it’s like a chore this shit is bleak I hit the peak and then I stayed, they cut me deep and then I bled I’m running deep in to the red I run a beat and then I spray And when I say go, you need to go Peaceful thoughts I dream of those My faiths been in the dirt so long it’s gona start to decompose Seeking foes and wreaking havoc, watch him speak and see them panic First impressions seems demonic, ways of living seem satanic Psychotic hypnotic product of slim, Atticus Finch Couldn’t prove that he was honest a pinch I promise to pinch, the spotlight I rap like a hot knife that came through your windpipe and twisted from inside I’m nice, I make ya nauseous, I make ya cautious I’ll make any place I live in lawless, closest fucking thing to flawless Fuck pauses, I see this as the day I took a life they took losses
2.	Conflicted 04:00	lyrics	buy track
The hope chose to leave, I get ghost when I’m close to showing these... Oh please I’ve been roasting old defeats, and I’ve been known to toast a beat Yo I blow smoke choke on flows from these, lungs, I need, funds, I’m broke I’ve been suffering a lot and now I bleed enough to choke I think I need another coat It’s so cold it’s so dark we know we’d only grow apart But I suppose we chose to let, you know the woes will start Clichéd or not, you hold a broken heart I focus hard on closing it those were exposing enclosing loneliness Holding the rope to choke me with wishing you’d never told me this Hound him then throw the bone Hoping you’re going home you sin but you throw the stone Watch me overthrow the throne, on some Shakespearean shit They’ve got that fake inferior shit just watch them quake in fear when I spit They’re nearing that pit they’re nearing that ditch That’s it nothing can even come close I’m the fucking sun you can fucking run or get blood up on your clean clothes I fought the heroes, and I sympathise with villains I fuck with being hated, why? ‘Cause it symbolises difference I always knew the road was, long and fucking hopeless But I thought that luck would surface, always stuck in focus All it took was balls and look I’m wrong I’m shook you called I took a pause to look for flaws I took the faucet turned it on I righted wrongs I nearly lost it Feared the thought that Doubt would still arise, every time they talk they criticise Every time I talk they’re hypnotised, they just sit in awe of his advice His advice isn’t nice to the ears of the selfish Never getting desperate even when I’m helpless Wanna talk sense? May as well talk Elvish They deserve me so, you could say I’m selfless You could say I’m fucking done When I invite they don’t fucking come I’ve got no help and I’ve got no time but they see me as the lucky one Are you fucking dumb? I’m an outcast But the hate and the doubt I can outlast I’ve been seeing this shit from the get-go But it’s not on my mind when I get home I just spit those, then I get blown If I upload, it could implode If I sip slow, or I piff blow, will it impact, when I spit? No, his flow, shits cold, it’s bold, it’s brave You can tell he isn’t phased He could revel in the hate, the devils in his fate Their need for his failure made his benevolence a waste So just forget it, in that box he wasn’t fitted To the top he was committed, he should stop he won’t admit it If he did it would limit the damage sick of the cynics that vanish His confidence it’s dishonest, said you would help it you promised You broke the peace, I’m alone and don’t know who I’m supposed to be When I say that I’m growing they don’t agree Fuck them and their friends I roll with the breeze I’m going to sleep, I hope it’s dreamless I hope that you didn’t mean it I wish that you didn’t see but you told me that you were leaving And I stopped breathing for a minute There’s a pool of regret and I’m swimming in it I wore a hopeless expression I think it fitted If there’s a permanent low then I think I’ve hit it I’m finished
3.	Seb's 02:58	lyrics	buy track
It’s too easy, I’m just showing off They were targeting the throne now they’re holding off Let it blow over, watch the black cobra I’ve been killing all the talk like I whacked Oprah Chillin’ on a black sofa, like a fucking don Said I would make an impression I wasn’t fucking wrong Think I did enough to spawn Copies it’s a compliment I’m happy But if anybody stops gee, they’re obviously not me You just need to stop, breathe, Odin couldn’t stop me Chosen One I chat greaze lose when Satan’s spit freeze Plant seeds, drop these, bars and watch the speakers blow Measuring his temperature it’s reading at twenty-three below Creeping low, keep it so, diss him watch the reaper show We heard of a murder in your area did you see it? No They wanna check my knife rack, they know arsenic was used they wanna check my spice rack I can’t even fight back, they got me tied up They can’t figure out what it is they’re petrified of They forget what the lie was, it was so fucking complex It’s only fucking anthrax you took it out of context Just chill the fuck out We won’t get caught, just keep a fucking look out You know there’s no danger in the fucking Lone Ranger To show remorse is not in his gross nature To fear he’s no stranger, he’ll readily admit it And everything he’s spitting is just heavily acidic Effortlessly cynical, set to reach the pinnacle Never heed the critics ‘cause their understanding’s pitiful Formidable, at any given task They said he showed them no mercy...they didn’t ask I’ve been hoping that the gates of hell will open Anarchist, they always said that Satan was a showman The darkness I’ve been roaming, my heart’s what I’m disowning This art’s what I’m alone in alarming when I roll in I’m folding the sheets over does I defeat You’ve been known to hold peace I’ve been known to blow heat So blow me don’t OD on this crack, on this track That diss track shit was whack I’m the best? That’s a fact Yeah I fucking said it Mourning all the priceless bits of art he stuck his head in Say what you’ve been dreading, over eggshells I’ve been treading I don’t care who it’s offending in to chaos we’re descend-ing You hide your true opinions just to blend in You’re straight edge but it’s a curve you’re tryna bend in You’re living with no reason your actions do no pleasing it’s me the young Ho Chi Minh I’m on my Vietcong shit I can make a crowd part like I can make a log split This is some fucking raw shit I’ll end it how I started; hopeful and lawless
4.	Cleansing of the Palate (Interlude) 01:39	lyrics	buy track
Moving...sluggish, everybody’s talking rubbish With this much hate, how could you love it? Couldn’t even like it, couldn’t even stomach it I’ve imprisoned my temper don’t make me summon it Don’t make me lose it They were looking for his pulse but they found the bruises Condemn the path he chooses They show off their inhibitions but he’d rather lose his Rather reclusive, abusive to the boisterous They want a busy daily life he’d rather choose the noiseless He’d rather choose the peace, laughing at the priest Came across the gates of hell seen him asking for the keys Truth masking, basking in the breeze Outlasting, pacifists that preach He has the reach, of a T-Rex And he writes down everything he regrets Cuz he regrets everything he’s ever been They said the truth would never win he found a rut to revel in Obeyed and let the devil in-side, friends disguised in snake hide They take breaks he won’t even take 5 He would never take bribes, take the piss he takes lives You’re life’s a double negative like fucking fake lies Ducking fake guys, always rolling snake eyes Feared to take the first steps now he’s known to take strides Take rides, in the chariot I love the beat I’d marry it I tried befriending Kanye but he said I was too arrogant I’m happy to be the lone wolf Everything is fiction though you’re so pulp They slowed up, when they seen the competition He’ll appear at the bottom of your bed like an apparition He’s believing the prophecy and making the proposition That if he’s not the prodigy they’re making the wrong decision
5.	New Devil 02:18	lyrics	buy track
Needed help but then I didn’t, being selfish just to fit in All your shit is fabricated stop your lying with your linen I’ve been in with the enemy I’ve understood Gethsemane They’re taking me for granted so I’ll take them to the cemetery Did you see it? Did you know? No I’ve been lying low, hiding from the lying so I seen nothing embrace the beat stopping amazed that he happened to blaze the beat rapping Dropping, nothing for an age Bedroom to the stage, headed for the sky cuz he needed that headroom for his brain Need to ease the pain, to keep the peace I keep the blame They preach their reason Jesus pleasing please believe we bleed the same Fuck it duck and get punished they’re rushing pumping his stomach It’s full of blood it’s been coming they run when someone’s been summoned He’s not just someone a monster he’ll become one A drug he hasn’t done one and fuck it I’m not done cunt Get the fuck out, turn this shit loud I’ll turn your insides out I’m sick of this house think I’ll burn it down I’m really living now They see me and breathe quick their wounds need a re-stitch No broom but I’ll bewitch the room when I speak, shit Leave it out, what are those fucking beads about? What is that that you’re mumbling’s there something in your teeth or mouth? Spit it out I wanna hear it, judgement you should fucking fear it If I died they’d fucking cheer it, didn’t come to be coherent Or endearing or appealing odds of being liked are low I’m feeling sick just at the fucking thought of being righteous though I’m right you know it’s obvious, but stop me if I’m wrong I’m infinite, you won’t even stop me when I’m gone
6.	Bears, Beets and Battlestar 02:22	lyrics	buy track
I take advice from no one They said I didn’t have a conscience so I had to grow one I tried to keep it alive, I cared for it but it died Probably ‘cause I watered it with bleach and cyanide Just let me speak, if I’m grim then just let me reap I’m like Dwight K. Schrute, I’ll relish any beat Just fucking whipping open doors, catch them in the act They might be leaving through the front but I’ll catch them in the back So I’m creepin’, rolling through the streets ‘n They’re approaching disbelief and they’d been hoping he’d be leaving Withholding reason, does it ‘cause fuck it I came up with a catchphrase what was it? Oh yeah, suck it Undefeated, conceited and I mean it The priest can write my eulogy but I’m the one to read it With hatred I was greeted I was patient within reason but their praise is laced with hate they’re fucking bait I’m fucking decent I’m fucking preaching the word of fuck’s what I’m teaching Concerned with Satan’s allegiance his demons will form the legion The battle cry is a screech and the oracle will need unleashing The dragon has been awoken attack and you’ll see him feasting I’m feasting on mics, I’m breaching the rights I’m reaching the heights, they’re apprehensive they believe that I might Be leading the fight, to some sort of fucking revolution I’d rather lead the way in to a mental institution I’m not Gandhi, not Guevara, I’m not fucking Fidel I make too many people cry you’d think I’m fucking Adele I’m fucking stuck in this hell, their expectations are exhausting I know too many people that would celebrate the losses And elevate their crosses, praying to the most high Their lips turn blue when the bullshit is close by I ghost by, like a fucking silver shadow Look at me, it’s the rhyme aficionado I swallow the impulse, I follow the sinful The bottles provincial it’s more than a skinful The cymbals get hit, and the torches get lit They couldn’t keep the throne so they forfeited it
7.	Sticky Toffee 03:24	lyrics	buy track
Let me make it clear, I won’t be mistaken I’m risk-taking when I hold this mic my wrist’s shaking I get nervous, I’m afraid I’ll be imperfect Messing up a word and hoping that no one heard it It’s exhausting, have I got their attention or have I lost it? Am I off beat? Do they notice when I’m on it? When it’s all over will they come and give me plaudits? Or are they glad it’s over, and is that why they’re applauding? My doubts have been marauding through my mind it’s like I’m caught Inside a thought I can’t shrug off of being thought of as a fraud And if I’m flawed I know they’ll notice on my flaws I know they’ll focus If I pause then I don’t know if I’ll be strong enough to cope with All this shit, so I need to keep momentum up Got demons but you’d think that Lucifer himself had sent them up I meant to dump them in the past, had to shroud them in a mask Cuz if I didn’t, they’d say they found him in a cask-et Don’t ask if I’ll last if I pass this facade I’ll be glad they’ll be mad Cuz it’s not what they hoped, and I’m not one to choke And I’m not one to stop while I’m lapping my foes On any track, let them relax, to get their breath, and then attack And fact, I’m potent with the traits that I’ve been moulded with I hate that I’m alone in this but that’s the way it goes and shit I’d never change it, I’d feel forever tainted My confidence was weak but now it’s metal plated I don’t paint it with the same brush I used to This games what I’m new to but hate’s what I’m used to Oh boohoo, my hearts bleeds, oh please mate don’t start me You’ve hardly seen hardship you’re martian to our grief The dark breeds the doubt, I can’t be without A purpose, it hurts so I will see this out