The Old Tape Lyrics

Monogram Ilyich

Figures infiltrate the building

Rummage through shut closets and the kitchen

Left the spot empty but the chef's still illing

Latrine filled with Chiquita, keep the bunch Brady like Dylan

Cold villains

With gold fillings

The mold's killing

That old feeling

There's no winning

The wold needs tilling

From floor to ceiling

Told you from the beginning it's all just a late night show

We all fight for primetime cuz our ratings are low

And lose it all to Leno when he needs more broth in his bowl

Get my disaffected checked, respond "that's just how I roll"

But every time I step outside my house I'm afraid like Beau

Arched back laughing in the attic

It's all haptics and black magic

Really thought you had it

Every cost is haphazardous with no backing

Stacks lacking, the tagged jacket packing a Mac

The plaque plastered after whack rappers jacking the facts

Attack tracks yakking back, sacks fat with the racks

Showed me the data match, well what can I say?

When I make it, just for shits, I'll show RayJ "the old tape"

New beat but my time's stressed

It's all logged in the .dev

Don't even know who you are yet

I'm yesterday's lunch reheated in the Pyrex

High stepping like a drum major

They semper fi to the dumb paper

I'll get the crumbs later

Elevator crowded I'm gon' take the dumbwaiter

They're exercising self diagnosed Munchausen

Kicked out of public housing

Landlord's lounging reading Mao for council

Fortified door for the pounding

Even then we're all drowning

Basin of the fountain

Way they see it, you're either Trevi or Duchamp

Ain't nothing wrong with going on and tapping blue comms

And if they catch me, spend my time writing doo-wops

Bear the brunt, so long as I'm making new art

Through it I'm synthesizing my true form