"Step right up! Step right up we got ratchet ramen here!

Why hello, sir welcome to ratchet ramen, what ails you?"

I'm just hungry man. Haven't eaten all day

"Oh.

Well I got some shadow ramen right here, new special, get in touch with all the shade in your body from one bite"

I see. Sounds interesting. I'll grab one with some soy sauce

"Excellent choice, sir!"

[LIL KYDD]

Shadow Ramen and purple miasma
Sit on my;

Plate as I contemplate the fates of the collective masses of grey.

And I give it color definition and shape;

As I offer niblets and nuggets of fortune cookies mixed with the taste.

I convert the lust of a thousand women to electricity;

Power my entire block and doing so efficiently.

I used to let certain waves and frequencies travel past me;

Now Everyone gets HBO
Everyone is happy.

Diaspora

Teetering on the
Precipice of a jaded rap;

Greedy swine feeding off of the
Scavenges of past gas see.

Disperse the city kids further among the fresh cut grass;

Cultural wasteland
Tell me to have a blast.

I staggered out of my basement
Stumbled out of the door;

Splat

On the sidewalk outside of the corner store.

Get some shadow flavored cup ramen.

Take one bite;

and the shade enters my mouth infiltrating my spinal cord and I speak.

I'm a rapping dirtbag

Wrapped in burlap;

Circumscribed in life
And confining the tripe inside of me lyrics.

But kiddie's so rad

Far from nerd rap;

The fact I practice wizardry
Means that I'm an aristocrat.

Descended from nobility
forced practice and principle;

Ask the governor bout your education
Not the principal.

Nowadays everyone needs a circumstance to play victim

Poor you
Dispel the nonsense
With kiddies shade-o-vision

A requiem for the nigga who's a nigga by excuse;

An aria for the nigga by unity and by truth.

I'm tired of explaining my bad behavior to you;

If I have it
and others so quick
to attribute it to youth.

Youth is slipping away from me at every turn of a season;

And people enter and leave my existential plane for no reason.

The trenchcoat is usually black to indicate my grieving;

Along with some other cryptic absurdities
Wordy back stories.

So only you can search in my bars for a deeper meaning;

I consider annotations in my genius as cheating.

I don't brag about it but acknowledge that it's me;

People wanted a party track
But I'm a complicated read.

Many can look at me
Few can look through me;

It seems that everybody wants a limo full of groupies.

But when I make it to the top
I'd rather a gathering of;

Intellectual cats
make me an indie movie.

My lyrics are not for standing rooms (why?)
People can't stand me; (oh)

They'd probably have to sit and have the Webster good and handy.

Grant me a small lounge with neon and marble floors;

A waterfall and a zen garden
Preferably outdoors.

I'm simply awaiting what the cards have held in store;

I'm sick of trap cards
That's what I have the magic for.

It seems the shade in my body
Has finally reached my core;

And you think I'm bitterness fighting misfortune for an even score.

So I sing!
(Sing! Sing!)

[CONOR]

Easels key still to decietful thought
Refill ease itll bring peaceful mind,
Illegill dreams still breathe ill words,
My needle free still repeats ill loops,
Whats this beta code God sent me,
Plays great but still feel empty,
Degrades till I just essentially,
High score shit might store memory,
Eye sores plenty,-
I shore don’t want to stack past due,
Make challenges after, who asked you,
Move feet still sweet through these taboos,
Stack love stack regrets, get tattoos,
Paint that soul from that gold to that black blue,
Then laugh when it all comes past due,
Split proton Doc Hattan in face of Boton,
Leave fate forgone then rinse repeat that past move.

Yo what the fuck is a fate to me,
But ill complacency, ill complacency,
Yo what the fuck are some rates to me,
Its still insane to me, its still insane to me,
Yo what the fucks a mind state to me,
Just fills a Vacancy, just fills a vacancy,
Yo what the fuck is a mate to me,
A newgame pluses everything

[LIL KYDD]

Everything?

Swapping all the keys in the vault for the sake of lesser things.

...Tryna grab for salvation like sonic's second ring;

Whoever distributed crowns?
Was knowledge truly king?

You changed scepters four times
You had your younger years to think;

So many questions in the institution come forth.

If you didn't prepare for it what you attend it for?

All the court jesters used to be royalty long ago;

Then they ditched their own potential
just to put on a show.

And I'm no different...
At our current moment in time;

You can excel at anything
Even at wasting time.

You can be the best lolligagger this side of the globe;

But you lack commitment (ha!)
So into the rafters you go.

I drop a tear for all these cats that make woke look upsetting;

Make intelligent dumb

Make it a trend
Look pathetic.

Put hashtags on our future
You claim to think independent

Power of hydrogen rising
They gassed you up, when they led you

To people proclaiming
"I'm him!":

Homie, you mirror every other ordinary nigga
Right down to the dirt timbs

The youngun is so destructive
His spittin can break wind

We talkin a potent odor sort of an old folgers

I handle the biz that ain't found in no sorts of Manila folders

You could put Jack Daniel in your motor
Get plastered

And still get had by the
Lad with a broken rotor
had to warn ya

Society's full of discrepancies
So pick a corner.



*heaving and coughing

(Heh, yeah that's some powerful stuff isn't it?

That'll be $15, sir)

Hold up, what?!

That wasn't even good!

Bruh that ramen tasted like straight--