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Improbabilities

by amuck

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1.
Scribbles 01:34
I smirk at the earth Because if this galaxy is only a morsel on the smorgasbord of time and space What’s the purpose of birth? I am plankton I need a biological remote control but I am anchored to futility Absorbed in dormancy because it’s just easier that way Easier to sweep the un-rectified specter’s cries under our carpets And let social norms bloat our forms like a narcotic Than to teeter on the precipice of the grim and the unfathomable And come nose to nose with finitude itself Yeah, I’m just a pixel who babbles, afflicted by rabble Tomorrow’s crumbled up obituary But somewhere, in the depths of someone’s MP3 catacombs I count for something So I embrace these embers of existence Because as is inevitable, I will end But as of now, I have begun
2.
I Have Begun 04:04
Tell me who the hardest is, roll up in your joint, snap your cartilage Tarnishin’ rapper’s egos with carnage I’m harnessin Artists been claiming underground but they just hardly known Check my gift of gab bitch I’ve been kissin the Blarney Stone You can get your ass whipped, I see you actin’ nervous I’ma hunt you down then I’m takin you to the taxidermist Call me Max and Erma’s cuz I got beef with Anybody holdin’ a mic that’s not me (shit) I won’t slit a playa’s tires I’ll just slice his ass Smoke pourin’ out my whip I’m higher than the price of gas Higher so I might surpass mediocrity, who needs ya? You let the spoon feed ya the Apostle’s Creed Non-stoppin jaw-droppin I’m a Hobgoblin Pillagin your villages there ain’t gon be not hot-pop-n’-lockin When I’m done, leave your entrails on the dance floor All y’all gonna die so what you shakin’ your ass for? Chorus I can feel it surgin’ through my every pour I’m ready for these Transcendental wings to take me higher than I’ve ever been I can feel it surgin’ through my veins you know I can’t explain with Scientific means this unknown potency that flows through me The only key to defeat me’s reading Friedrich Nietzsche’s Will To Power, I will devour the seeds of your species And pick my teeth with your bones, I’ve got bones to pick I’ll throw the first stone, you trick Your glass houses and crack-house-bliss is inexplicable when I’m rippin’ you With punishment inexplicable except for on the grounds that I came to get down And the way to get down was by maimin’ your crown You can’t hold me I ravage your Golgi Apparatus Paint boldly on this canvas called life, I could do this all night I’m a wordsmith with a superb gift My first verse spittin’ I was makin’ the earth shift But talk is cheap; I’m rockin’ often optin’ not to sleep Off to operate on a topic when Sikes is droppin’ beats Wanna go Old-School? Let’s go to school I’ll bang your head in lockers Keep it poppin’ like my name was Orville Redenbacher (Chorus) Homie rocked a couple mics, then it’s “Bye, there he goes!” He went from one to zero like a binary code You can’t fly very low, before your crashin’ and burnin’ And some motherfuckin stranger sticks your ash in an urn And then you’re done, son It’s like you never existed, but an unruly ascension gets you battered and blistered By the sun’s rays, much like that cat Icarus did You need to embrace and portray what’s intrinsic to your game (Chorus)
3.
I remember sittin’ in the pew, listenin’ to the preacher spew What you had to do if you wanted to please the dude That created you in his own image But the snafu in this façade, was God had his own blemishes He needed a day to rest, he was a homophobic He required sacrifices of the bone and flesh With unquestioning faith, but it’s the questions that separate The human beings from the petulant apes So I just looked on, as the baptized were capsized in fat lies Whoop, gone into the black sky I saw the metaphysical picture that they were paintin’ From scriptures that they were rapin’ they were rakin’ the cash high By dispensing fear to docile nation So many of them were smeared from indoctrination So steady and cavalier with their proclamations That any to not adhere were abominations Chorus We can deprogram this cultural software With the cyanide diatribes I prescribe, kickin’ cynicism into hyper drive Your superstitions are not our cross to bear Got the heavens down to an algorithm but forgettin’ about the ground, you got clouded vision Some would label me pretentious Because I don’t accept as truth these obtrusive fables that men invented But why is it that I should have to bite my tongue When these Bible-thumping fanatics fling their righteous dung In hopes we might succumb to an intelligence decline To me, that’s an unintelligent design Cuz if promoting a belief in Jesus is the case Why you shovin’ pics of an aborted fetus in my face So depleted is the taste of reason, more concerned over a cluster of cells Than what it takes to feed them children that were already born Livin’ in rubbish, growin’ up into what you steady scorn, Sin and repugnance, oh what an appetite for an afterlife To try to reformat the universe as black and white But it’s intention less; pension less, shades of grey Don’t believe me? Then let your razorblades pave the way (to heaven) (Chorus) They tell you that faith is admirable And you arbitrarily obey These answers that aren’t answers at all Butchering all reason, on your knees to please them I don’t need the threat of hellfire to act altruistically Fettered are the liars that black out our history Three billion years of successive mutation Translated to six days by perplexed indignation So many sucked in, and devoured by the Deacon’s lust But with gumption and willpower we can deconstruct Quizzical, mythical veils, from which truth is hidden In this physical, pivotal realm, no fruit is forbidden (Chorus)
4.
Chorus Gotta be frank man, I really hate your girlfriend She’s a real skank-bag, she’s fuckin’ up your program Love is a many-funny-things, but this chicks just a money-fiend Throw her in the trash like used-rubbers then Bounce on up out Throw her in the trash like used-rubbers then Bounce on up out I’ve been meaning to talk to you one-on-one for some time now This chick that you’re talking to, she’s a dozen a dime now I’m not gonna sum her up to a three letter word But if I did it would be one you couldn’t make a housewife now I’m a firm believer that love is irrational, but Hearing this girl’s voice is like having a rash on your nuts Son, you a passionate klutz Craving a connection, but her face looks like something we would have to dissect Up in biology, first you just wanted to set your pollen free Now she’s moved her stuff in, it’s stuff cuz you on a leash Plus she’s spendin’ paper that you really don’t have Got her street urchin girlfriends lurkin in your pad Eatin’ your grub, chain smokin’, makin’ you they Chauffer Like what the fuck, is your brain broken? Man you need to show her the door But you claim there’s more than my tirade conveys But I can tell that she’s no deeper than her Myspace page (Chorus) Whup, then the baggage came up out the baggage claim Stuck with a chick that’s inflictin’ pain on your haggard frame Fucked, cuz you know that if you call things off She’s gonna sneak between your bed sheets and saw things off She’s got a screw loose, but that’s not everything that’s been loosened up Need a spreadsheet just to keep track of all the dudes she fucked Yeah she’s a floozy but your libido convolutes Treat her like a princess but I can see she’s a prostitute Don’t even think about bringing the bitch around me Unless you wanna see her get served quicker than ground beef Even our visitation rights is in doubt Because you’re locked up, she won’t let you out, no I apologize if this seemed mean-spirited But I’ve seen you pulverized as her deeds breed virulence Through your emotions, me motion That you tie a cinder block around her ankle and drop her into the ocean
5.
The rapture of post-Napster’s exasperating These rappers that go platinum are ascertaining The fact that they wack actors just masturbating On tracks, and the main factor’s infatuation with cash When I was a teen I was bangin’ dope shit Cruisin the block, dreamin’ of my Magnus opus Boozin’ a lot, but I kept it in perspective, kept my eardrums disinfected From what the Clear Channel ghost spins Rap used to embody the struggle of the common man Now it’s contraband conjured up by charlatans And we wonder why this promise-lands so diluted Cuz this music’s so stupid that anybody can do it It’s purposeless, superfluous content I urge these kids, don’t purchase this nonsense You’d be better off stickin’ your headphone jack inside a black hole Than crankin that Solja Boy you lookin’ like an asshole Lookin’ like a stale demographic, sleeping with ephemeral fame I’ll be the nail in your mattress, no skill better practice Just cuz you puffin’ on that emerald green don’t mean you ill, get a Pap Test Cuz you clearly got no balls at all, spit twenty bars Didn’t provoke a thought at all Rewind that cuz I want my time back that was wasted Hearin’ the same flow from forty-nine-hundred plagiarists Chorus They don’t make em like they used to, just verbatim to abuse you Bump to what you want but don’t take me to no hip-hop show You won’t even get me into the door; cuz rap ain’t got no balls no more
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Weirdo 03:08
With a heart so black, I’ll never feel remorse again Like a shark attack, all you see is my dorselphin You just a morsel in my ecosystem, so when I step up in the place Better not speak just listen, a brief intermission For y’all to sip some flask, and play my disc from the first bong rip to ash It’s about the blood, sweat and tears, but an emphasis on the blood Cuz Enigma wear a crimson mask, whip your ass go get a casket Astronomical flows, leaving gashed abdominals in you ho’s that can’t rap shit Who wanna run they mouth now, while I’m huffin’ and puffin’ about to Blow your house down Chorus I went from catechism to cataclysm to having visions To spatter victims and leave em so they head is missin’ I speak loudly, carry a big stick And if your peeps doubt me, tell em’ to eat dick You not a rapper you just a rambling bitch-ass Burn you on the stake as if you was practicing witch-craft We some riff-raff, bringin’ the noise right here Martin had a dream, but you bout to have a nightmare Cuz my words are tentacles with suction-cups Your testicles get shrunken up, I might go mental and just plain fuck you up And drag you to the ocean floor, I’m sinkin’ haters You can bag me at the grocery store, call me incubator cuz I’m hatchin’ shit Unlike your blasphemous clique, this is passion bitch Get a whoop-assin’ with it Me and you can face-off, take a glance at apocalypse Feel your face-off, like some Anthony Hopkins shit (Chorus) I’m too damn ill to diss, rappers actin’ like dummies Than I ain’t beefin’ I’m smackin’ they ventriloquist I ain’t lyin’ I’m makin’ splinters out of your cherry trees I ain’t dyin’ so why does Pittsburgh still want to bury me? Dig myself out of my grave with my scalpel To rearrange this rap game with my mouthfuls You a little tiny rapper, Enigma the real deal Run up on O’Reilly Factor, pull trigger to kill Bill I’m like the sun, you keep starin’ and you’ll get blistered eyes Got my rap music blarin’ about to kiss the sky This is synthesized mayhem I’ma twist your thighs up Like a pretzel and leave you inside a ditch to die (Chorus)
7.
I keep it poppin’ like a fresh sheet of bubble wrap Got a smart mouth, far out, like the images the Hubble snaps If you wanna come and scrap, I’ma take the mic stand Hurl it like a javelin directly through your hype man Heard that shit you babblin’, must say I’m unenthused With you and your ramblin’ references to guns and booze I seen a hundred dudes exactly like you Quit when the game didn’t exactly like you Shit, it’s a shame that you ever tried to MC in the first lame Lame rhythms blemishing my birthplace This obsidian city of steel is engulfed in oblivion of mimics and heels So what do I do? Do I become a caricature of a rapper Smothering the air with pungent propaganda? Nah, I’m just gon’ rock some beats before legitimate lyricism is obsolete Chorus Tell me now just what it is, gotta get my game on but the cartridge is broken Maybe it’s the system that’s broken itself Button-mashin’ on my joystick, no avail Tell me now just what it is, gotta get my game on but the cartridge is broken Maybe it’s the system Maybe it’s the system
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I’m blowin’ up like a white grenade, can’t get the blood off with windshield wiper blades I sustain flows that are so hot even my mics inflamed Strike your frame, kid’s talk a whole lot till my incisors maim Cryin’ shame, tell em to go on and get they’re diaper changed Lifes a game, you roll with all pawns but I’m a knight that slays Writhe in pain, better yet roll up your sleeves and slice your veins Diamond chains, trinkets to show off but is your piper paid Nice charade, y’all make me throw up till my insides are drained Better jot this down – you ain’t got no skills you’ll never get this fresh Changing colors to get a record deal like a litmus test Didn’t pay your dues, faker I’m not a soothsayer, but I foresee that if you step to me you gon’ lose, player Think that I won’t roll up in and smack your brain? Then my homie you must be dabblin’ with crack-cocaine Boy you don’t pose a threat; you should just refrain from little plush-rhymes No respect, like a Rodney Dangerfield punch line Chorus I just keep marchin’ to the beat of my own damn drum Just a makin’ up the rules as I go along Put your hands up if you feel me, if not that’s cool I don’t write my songs for simpleton-fucks like you I get my gasconade on Robust and I’m ready to throw the first punch Gasconade on Tumultuous I steadily crush the earth’s crust
9.
Floundering in the primordial ooze Devoid of all intention, a twinkle in the atmosphere’s eyes Self-replication tools, sharpened by the eons Augmented by violence Forms diverge and gorge on earth Clamoring for sex, enamored with the sensation That transmits intransigence Cuz hardening the species is advantageous (yeah) Chorus Oh, what an appetite This fury has survived and we are its cataclysmic coincidence Then the question swarms Am I just a vessel for these genes To progenate (Genes, genes, genes) Who postulates why? I am not defined by my particles I am not inscribed with the carnage code I am not defined by my parts But on the contrary, my parts are defined by me Successive change, eclectic stings Of nature as she sentences maladapted to their deathbeds A myriad of beasts contend Emerging from the chaos once group stands erect Self-awareness and reason gleam Technology results in an evolutionary stasis But is lust for mastery a relic from out biological basements? (yeah) (Chorus) Am I just a marionette for my genetic makeup? I tried to bury the debt with epistemic quakes but I could never fully denounce all these predetorial urges There so urgent that I’m ready to pounce I got high hopes for my zygotes But my existence transcends all mechanistic demands Programmed inside those codes that I pass to my offspring Look at my arm, feel a kinship when I glance at the moth’s wing (Chorus)
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Chorus It’s a cosmetic apotheosis, spittin’ hot venom in preposterous doses Vision prosthetics, our optics bloated Splinters of this inauthentic posh explosion Now how do we fuel the aesthetic perversion? Bow down to the ghouls and the stench of the mercantile Drown in the fumes, intellect is submerged in Foul power, defused we are decadent vermin I withstand the flies of the marketplace with defiant seething Like quicksand they stifle and obfuscate underlying meaning Trite glitz-glamour vipers that propagate till my eyes are bleeding Trite glitz-glamour vipers with props that scathe and disguise our being So now we wallow in ontological deficient Phantom limbs that exact a binge on this hollow and pestilential Cesspool of instant gratification It’s a flesh fueled lust that could shatter the nation But I can thrive as your ugly duckling Cuz baby I don’t subscribe to your Snuggy-fucking little Gluttonous succubus stuck-up-bitch riddled society It strikes a chord in me like it was ticklin’ the ivories Ignites a storm in me when I size up the masses That need I-Phone Apps just to wipe up they asses Stupefied consumers consumed by consumerism Putrid minds these tumors maroon when the plumage glistens (Chorus)

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Debut album from Amuck, produced by Sikes! and featuring guest appearances from Kiltervision, Draztyk, Basick Sickness and Pk Poo.

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released May 28, 2010

All beats and production by Sikes!, lyrics and vocals by Amuck except noted collaborations.

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amuck Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Amuck: Alarmingly outside-the-box hip-hop from Pittsburgh, PA. After hitting the music scene in 2010 and collaborating with the likes of Sims of Doomtree, Onry Ozzborn of Grayskul, and Pearl Dragon of Champagne Champagne, Amuck's cult fanbase has spread faster than an explosive case of flesh eating bacteria in a freshwater pond.

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