Rappers Say the Darnedest Things - Izzy Strange, Open Mike Eagle

They don’t see a dream

Its a ghost it seems

Someone post a meme

They just brainless

They only root for the home team

When they catch steam

You can catch me

When i’m famous

There ain’t no money in the jukebox

Juke move

Knock em' out they tube socks

Duke nuke, just a fluke

The beat knocks

So throw em' up

Like you puking hip-hop

Just a beastie, cause i’m a sure shot

It’s a feast of friends

When the doors locked

Make the drawers drop

Make the show stop

But you can’t make me into something

That I am not

So tell em'

Verse 1 (Open Mike Eagle)

I holla first

I holla last

I holla clean or go awkward

I holla left

I holla right

In your jalapeno your poppers

These paid rappers in the industry

Ain’t trying to take a rotation

Homeostasis

Yes indeed

Best believe i’m taking donations

I can go hard or go faceless

Cold hard

Oh god

Sending post cards from oasis

Ghost boys making no noise

And I can choke ??

with my fingers

With my thought crimes

I talk rhymes

Cause I swear to god, i’m like Mingus

I swear to god i’m like fungus

My lungs sound like tumbleweed

When I breathe out my dungeon

By myself hosting a function

Black tie affairs, my lunch-in

An i’m ain’t doing no dishes

I’m vicious

I’m viscous

Every other day is like Christmas

My wish list is no itches, yeah

(Hook) 2x

Break me off a brick of ramen

Yeah I rap, no boss applauding

I need cash, get them head a bobbin'

Like heroin nods, cause i’m a problem

Verse 2 (Izzy Strange)

Holla to the bank

Holla if you strange

Smash on glass pigs

Cause i’m looking for some change

I’m looking to exchange this life for gold

But i’m too old to sell souls

Give me mic control

So the story’s told

So the story’s read

Singing lullaby’s

Put a rapper to bed

So someone let me up

Outta my head

Cause all I wanna do is live the dream instead

Uh

Say whats on your mind

Not easy all the time

I’ve been losing color

Can’t keep myself in line

The heaves are dry

The drugs are high tide

Swept us to the side

Like we needed a ride

Don’t believe this rap guy

It’s all an act

Try

To put your heart on the line

So its something that they’ll buy

Put science in your songs

Like its something from bill nye

Defiance in my bones

And my heads on cloud nine

If i’m headed to hell

Fine

As long we can party like we’re back in 9−9

I wanna take you home

Like I’m rounding the baselines

Put you on the glass

Ain’t talking no face time

Ain’t no mountain high

Yeah I heard it through grapevines

Put your hands up like you standing in bank lines

And I got a john Dillinger plan

We bout to make this years summer jam

(hook)