Machine.768 Lyrics

I'm the rootinous, Tootinus cowboy in the universe

Gluttonous and most likely the fuckin stupidest

Who is this? HOOVES! Yeah, that's it

I write this shit like magic like that song that me and Matt did

So sporadic, charismatic 16 bullet metal jackets

So elaborate with the tactics that we did it for the masses

On a stage in front of classes wearing shitty cheap sunglasses

Wasn't absent and the teachers thought it was in different accents

It was classic we was laughin while we rappin they was clappin

We were snappin got em howlin got em nervous got it crowded

Got in trouble, it was worth it for the story it was perfect

Said I didn't curse it but I did and won the verdict

Got You lookin mad perverted don't you look behind my curtain

Cuz I'm certain that the surface will reveal the purpose

That this hard work will pay off after all of these years

That pep rally really just prepared me for the gears of

This machine, what's it mean

What's the purpose of this team

"It's not clean", "its just a dream"

Telling me how to live my life, my choice, my thoughts, my voice, my dogs, my noise

This is me, this is who I'll always be

Just a freak, just a person in a fleece

But these beats, these lyrics are made for you to hear it

Let's clear it, chug beer it will brighten up your spirit

Went to college and compiled about 10 tracks

That I had recorded from several years past

Keep in mind that this was a year before MACT

Had even started or had been a thought at that

I Was gonna stop after that release, was no longer makin' beats

Wasn't writing any raps it had deceased

I was past my peak, at least I thought I was weak

I would freestyle here and there but nothing that speaks

Then I made Bad Guy In The Boonies Of Ireland

After that I wanted more, I just kept firin'

Started rappin a bit more and then in year 2

I met Jack, and then the fuckin top blew

It felt new, it felt fresh, inspiration from right to left

I saw the vision, called it MACT, that shit stayed, yeah, it slapped

Made the self titled mixtape and it got trashed

But now we're on the come up for all you fuckin' brats on

This machine, what's it mean

What's the purpose of this team

"It's not clean","it's just a dream"

Telling me how to live my life, my choice, my thoughts, my voice, my dogs, my noise

This is me, this is who I'll always be

Just a freak, just a person in a fleece

But these beats, these lyrics, are made for you to hear it,

Let's clear it, chug beer it will brighten up your spirit

Let's go