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Narcolepsy

from Sleep On It by E. Oks

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I’m bored of this shit
I want more than this shit
Nothing good comes out his mouth
In the corners is spit!
You need a wipe down, right now,
And to help you stop the front
I got your back with this white towel.
You might scowl cause I dipped the end in ink
Just to watch it stain your spine like shadows on your vertebrate,
Claim you giant with the words that play
But gifted men will shrink
And when you lift the pen, it pretends to think
But never does,
Claims you smart as hell but you never was
Boy who’s shoved in classes.
That wasn’t me but I guarantee head’ll buzz
Like a kettle does
When I boil stomach acid,
Steam screaming out your ear
That your hard core’s gassed a tad bit,
Your tongue tried to disagree
So I gagged it
Cause tongue tied this tough guy unravels,
I left him to tug while I traveled
A float these ink oceans
Where flow makes the motion
Of mind wavier than a dose of pink potion.
Fuck cough syrup! I’ve never been one to choke,
And don’t tell me what to touch to throat, it loves this rope,
It kept me anchored while I hanged around dudes swamped in trees…

What’s the point yo?
People zoned out after like the third line…Fuck it.

Tongue moves with deaf skill,
Humans left still,
When I slipped a roofie in the Blue and Red pill
And built a mirror from this slip of loose leaf,
But when I fall into it
It’s just a new me and no you
As if there’s a “Do Not Touch” sign
And that’s why your numb minds do not touch mine.
Fame’s generally saved for the less skilled,
So when I say they “left still”
I mean they keep leaving before my sets done,
Sleeping On It like outside the sky has a more than set sun.
I’m sick of these Narcoleptics downstage
Whose closed lids miss all the colors that I reflect in sound waves
With the clouds I paint purple I could get the crowd blazed
Soon as I role (roll) up!
Then they’d make the ground shake trying to push down
The horizon with their steps son,
Soon as the colors around fade
(meaning after my sets done).
For the part of the crowd that got that in their brain,
I’m sorry that I felt I got to go explain
But I see the rests thumbs are twiddlin’
Even those who bummed some Ritalin from some middlemen
Cause some of my puns are riddles when
They’d prefer the basics.
I’m trying to fuck with them a Lil’ B
So talking to their God is who I Based this song off,
Cause when they nod off I’m often speakin,
If I flip or pop off and have gone of the deep end
Then just watch me plummet and sink.
If this image makes you sad, you wasn’t listenin’ man: I love when I shrink.
And frankly don’t give a fuck what you think,
So while you’re asleep
I’ll splatter your Tree house with a bucket of ink.
(Ink Being Thrown)

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from Sleep On It, released January 25, 2012
Written/Rapped: E. Oks
Produced: Andrew Styrofoam

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