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Demons and Liars

from Robocalypse Supreme by The D.C. Show

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Someday I'll sleep in silence, in silent slumber
All I see is demons, demons, demons and liars

Call me formidable, you know that any minute I'll/
spit a flow unidentical to anything you've ever known/
I'm too original, putting lead to your face
and I'm sketching you like a criminal, before you had your weapon drawn/
But I don't mess with those stereo-types/
I go "mono e mono" and I keep burying mics/
I got the scariest guys in my corner, and if you fuck with my persona
then you're gonna pay a terrible price/
yeah, do it, I dare you to try/ I don't care/
I got embarrassing stories to go with various nights/
I've been an idiot, pity, you're not admitting it too?
Do whatcha like, but let me share some advice/
Be true to yourself, follow your gut/
Don't try to be another rapper and fall in a rut/
You'll never have enough if it's the dollar you love/
and you'll drink yourself to death if you bottle things up/
oh, oh you thought you were tough? Your life was rough?/
well I guess that means you're just a musical genius/
Your only fans are other rappers who didn't make it/
Tell me what it's like having dudes on your penis?/
No, I don't wanna know/ It's kind of funny though/
Some rappers come and go/ But I feel wonderful/
and I've been at it for twenty years/
that means I've been an addict for twenty years/
with a habit that shed some tears/
and I'm so glad when my family interferes/
and friends bring me back and sanity reappears/
On the flip side, regular joes don't understand/
"Give up this adolescent dream, become a man"/
like "Why aren't you famous yet? or got on the radio yet?/
Why aren't you making them cheques? Playing the stadium yet?"/
Like I haven't tried, yeah, maybe I'll get/
really lucky and it'll happen if you say it to death/

Someday I'll sleep in silence, in silent slumber
All I see is demons, demons, demons and liars

Remember me? I'm a weekend warrior, I'm inventive and blatant/
Tremendous fakes egg me on, but I'm mentally patient/
I'm a case study where intentional statements get mistaken for incidental greatness/
and I'm makin a list, and I'm checkin it twice/
but you don't have Claws when you flex on the mic/
So why don't you get on your bike/ and just pedal a hike/
To the highway to hell where they're expecting your type/
Yeah, I'm a typo, and you're typecast/
I write fast hits while you spite-rap with your overhyped ass/
but it's nice to laugh, so keep it up/
if you want some of this hot shit, just feel my butt/
Now I'm feelin' tough, but I might delete later/
I eat beats for lunch, then I excrete haters/
See you later you egregious 'baters/
You're a jacket potato, you know, penis taters/
So that poses a question, a master debate/
like what kinda glove do you have for your date?/
Heres a hot take: we're outstandingly great/
and you're a butthead like you have pants on your face/
and we can butt heads, like a ram with some rage/
Got your horns showin' devil, brass band in my way/
Well just candidly play all your tracks and we pray/
That i'm wrong and its not as bad as we say (it is)/
So it looks like we're at an impasse today/
That must sting homie, yo, Cassius Clay/
So get the fuck outta here with your stammering face/
You're like a week old and I got raps for days/
It's a tragic waste, and by that I mean belt size/
It's markers and fabric, last time you said you felt wise/
And for the hell-guy, my band is treason/
It's liars and frauds shaking the hands of demons, jesus/

You see deception in our eyes
You know the reason we're on fire
And we'll do anything you like
Fulfill your deepest desires
cuz we're all Demons and Liars

Someday I'll sleep in silence, in silent slumber
All I see is demons, demons, demons and liars

It was really nice to see you tonight/
Wish we could say that you have beautiful eyes/
but, you see, the thing is, that we can't see them cuz we got the wool pulled down tight/
and we've been faking this shit our whole life/ Don't anybody know what our souls like/
cuz those who were supposed to have our back were leaving a knife/
stealing pieces of our peace like thieves in the night/
And I know I had a hand in it/ But everybody had a hand in it/
So now I struggle with abandonment/ and I'm hollow like mannequin/
I hear you knockin' but you can't come in/ Ain't that the reason that I can't commit/
What it means to be a man, an shit/ c'mon honey, teach me this/
if I'm so goddamn amazing, why is nothing changing?/
And everyday I'm going crazy doing the same thing/
A wild bird in a cage, I flew into a rage/ Now I patiently wait in this docile state/
for that moment of fate to explode and escape/
No longer fuckin' up, I'm only fuckin up and away!/
and these dumbstruck mothafuckas ain't got nothing to say/
Call me the referee cuz I'm the one who's running this game/
I'm tired of this planet so I'm gon' be taking up space/
The closer I get to the light, the more I'm throwing out shade/
and I didn't mean to leave you in the dark/
Never got into crack but I can still pick your ass apart/
Especially if that ass is shaped just like a heart/
then I'm diving in face first and I'm aiming for the star/
The woman that you love and I be role-playing in the car/
Whether Pirate or Professor, she attends my Semen-arrr/
Yeah, I know exactly who you are, and I don't give a fuck who you are/
in fact, Fuck who you are!/


from Robocalypse Supreme, released September 9, 2022
Written by D.Roberts/J.Mosier/O.Zacharias
Recorded, mixed & Produced by King Dylan


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The D.C. Show Calgary, Alberta

The DC Show/The Doomsday Cartel are 5 skilled emcess named King Dylan, MC Mossberg, Buttnz, GQ, and Smixx. With Dylan on the beats and rhymes being kicked by all 5 whenever they feel inclined, this collective of nerds are still on the brink of never being famous after 20 some years of rap, but they still go harder than 40 viagra pills. Just Listen, or don't. Just don't go listen to Drake instead. ... more

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