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by Anti-One

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released April 29, 2017

Written and Produced by Anti-One
Additional vocals on Fun and Anti-One Is Ruining My Life by Claire McNamara

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Track Name: Fun
I just wanna have fun

I’m done writing poetry, I’m done playing locally, while you’re counting the rosary, i’m making moves, globally, hear the beat and you know it’s me, spit straight at your girl’s ovaries, only show off when it’s socially, only bare teeth for diplomacy, Americans hold it down on the slow beat, ‘cause they’re obese, all groceries, no rowing teams, they don’t know these streets, i don’t want a broke ass beat, i don’t wanna have to scroll through tweets, i just wanna grow this heat, i wanna perfect my flow so mean, you know what I mean? I’m a king when I sing, when I rap and the snare claps.

It’s time for sad songs to end, i don’t wanna hear the same thing again, your boyfriend left you, your girlfriend left you, put down the mic, ‘cause you disrespect it. And you disrespect me, bad news, i’m coming for my enemies, your melodies are ripped from the 70s, progression is one of my specialities, i’m onstage, explosion of energy, you’re offstage, think you can better me, well here, take the mic back, let’s see can you claim your life back, crowd can’t hear you, blame the mic jack, you’re just mumbling on a shite track, you’ll never get a chick with a nice rack, you’ll never survive in Chiraq, you can’t even survive in my shack.

Fuck songs about love, fuck songs about death.
Fuck songs about fucking, fuck songs about meth.
Fuck songs about breakups, fuck songs about pain.
Fuck songs about girls, fuck songs about chains.
Track Name: Jesse Pinkman
My phrontistery is a mystery, leaving clues in my history, partaking in notaphily, but the public eye is a risk to me, avoiding every dipsomaniac so they won’t, take me back to when i was a kleptomaniac. Not afraid of any corner, changing every border, so stressed but not armigerous, the world’s become so rigorous, i’m frozen cryogenically so enemies can’t get to me, a basic remedy with complex chemistry. Bitches pester me because i flow like electricity, immortality, using words for weaponry, smashing on methamphetamines, whole life ahead of me, but i’ve got these suicidal tendencies. i’m not like the other rappers, they’re all illiterate. they’re all inarticulate. tricky like a spider’s web, won’t get high instead, head down until the fire spreads.

Hands up, if you’ve run outta luck
If you come against me, then you’ve run outta luck

A tenacious grip on emptiness, ostentatious shit, notice this. I’m sick of being a victim at the hands of this system, kill everybody, see does anybody miss them, flawless logic, capture a hostage, gun to the temple, ripple breaking your dentals, i’m a vicious coward with my lyrics as power, shooting off my mouth man, call it spit shower, i confuse astrophysicists because my hieroglyphic is, a horned beast, scorned from the east, taking refuge in hell’s fire, ash in my lungs, lucifer felt tired, so i’m taking over the sun, now i’m feeling number one and i’ve only just begun, but this beat weighs a tonne, hits harder than a handgun, so when i start to shoot, you better run, run, ‘cause this a run you’ll never outrun.

Hands up, if you really don’t give a fuck
if you listen to these tracks, i don’t give a fuck

I’m the mad hatter, mumbling some sad chatter, destined to be a cat catcher, smashing your skull with a flat hammer, i’m rap’s actor, attack conquer, last longer, than fat monsters, but a tad stronger, i saunter through cities with silly knives to slaughter, more disastrous than a meeting between palestine and israel, but my thoughts up for sale and wait, no sale, waging my own jihad, but be glad, i don’t mean that, i speak fast, i don’t need grass, and heard your ma’s got a sweet ass. banging out an EP, because i’m bored as fuck, watching jerry springer because, maury sucks, a good kid, but a screw up, call me jessie pinkman, when i said i’d be a rapper, what the fuck was i thinking?
Track Name: Anti-One Is Ruining My Life ft. Claire McNamara
Came in the game like a pregnancy, blew their minds like ecstasy, now everybody wants to get to me, recklessly using my energy, i’ve been carving this path for too long, i’m starving, and this image I’ve been guarding is mine whether or not it’s garbage, but when the seas start parting, it’s to my drum that you’ll all be marching, lost in the clouds, i come back down, with heavy rounds of precipitation, these words are a translation of the vibration from my motivation, shaking relentlessly, I can’t get sleep, but i’m the best i’ve been, since you all met me, so come on and step to me if you wanna get beat, ‘cause i come harder than a bull in heat, i’ll make sure your career is a full defeat, you shouldn’t do anything half assed, because your best lines make my worst look class, don’t think of me as a rapper, that’s lazy, i’m more like Dre than Shady, has your work been compared to Section.80? Get that K.Dot mention, then you play me. But if not, stay quiet, stay hungry, fix your diet, everyone wants to get up and make a change, but it’s good words that start a riot. So please stay silent until you have something of value, don’t waste all your energy shouting into the vacuum.

Hope you’re not too sick of me, ‘cause i’ve been in bed with me, and it gets so lonely, and it’s getting cold slowly.
I want what I thought I wanted, all alone, this house is haunted, and it gets so lonely, and it’s getting cold slowly.

who am i to hand out life lessons? in essence, all my words are are weapons, i use them against my depression, and to make bad impressions, but if you find yourself in my presence, don’t start guessing my message, there isn’t an answer, nor a question, just my musings and messings. I wrote this at 2am, that’s when I like to write, when everyone is asleep, and I feel so alive, my brain runs like a hamster on a wheel, and it’s a big deal when I feel this way, it’s a touch surreal, but this moment is ideal, Alice actually landed and now I have to follow it up, it got played on the radio and my followers went up, i made music for me, and now there’s a little pressure, i gotta do better, i gotta make treasure, gotta make tracks with beautiful texture. I thought this was supposed to be fun? I thought a lot of things. I’m just having a good run, that’s how the pendulum swings, soon I’ll be back to no one listening, and as much as that was crippling, at least my music was interesting.

Hope you’re not too sick of me, ‘cause i’ve been in bed with me, and it gets so lonely, and it’s getting cold slowly.
I want what I thought I wanted, all alone, this house is haunted, and it gets so lonely, and it’s getting cold slowly.
Track Name: Disasters
That girl’s gonna break her leg, hair’s a mess and her face is red, she’s dancing, that’s true, moving like an animal, escaping from the zoo, better than Brian nursing the same beer, his date’s not into him, he’s sitting too near, every time he moves closer, she gets closer to giving the cold shoulder.

It’s late, it’s late, another disaster party.
It’s late, it’s late, another disaster party.
It’s late, it’s late, another disaster party.
It’s late, it’s late, it’s too late.

But at least he’s not being aggressive, Greg’s hands are getting excessive, take the high five, and don’t linger, she doesn’t want to caress your fingers, she’s not into sweaty dudes, can you blame her? Look at the state of you, Michelle on the floor is no better, mixing drugs doesn’t make you a trendsetter. Fix up, look sharp, Brendan took that rejection to heart. Now he’s trapped poor Rachel in the living room, Tom is just blaring unforgiving tunes. Ronan’s goal is 12 bottles, Conor’s already discussing his own problems, Ciaran went to find some fitties, Dave’s hammered and thinks he’s witty.

It’s late, it’s late, another disaster party.
It’s late, it’s late, another disaster party.
It’s late, it’s late, another disaster party.
It’s late, it’s late, it’s too late.

Now this is the part where the rap breaks down, and you take note of the things you’re around, it’s not even 2am and it’s messy, the new crowd are pretty sketchy, someone’s locked in the bathroom, a couple come out, we know what they were doing, she’s fixing her bra, his belt is open, outside, it’s not tobacco they’re smoking. Some guy runs through from the back garden, looks around the kitchen ‘til he finds a target, launches fist first at the first girl he sees, fist to the face and Sally’s on her knees. Big Ois steps up, grabs this little fuck by the nuts, starts swinging his own fists, they’re the size of footballs, he won’t miss, the girls mates walk in and start crying, grab your man and claws start flying, we all step back and try to relax, but then Tom puts on some banging tracks, with the Prodigy fueling this fight, it’s another disastrous night, shit don’t listen to what I say, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

It’s late, it’s late, another disaster party.
It’s late, it’s late, another disaster party.
It’s late, it’s late, another disaster party.
It’s late, it’s late, it’s too late.
Track Name: Like Kanye
Let’s get lost, fuck the world, I just need my beat and my girl, just need some time to write and think, just need something strong to drink, one track mind, i’m inclined to write my rhymes to help unwind and that combined with the constant grind is enough to help leave this shit behind. SiKE! I’m always dwelling, always yelling, always wrecking, never resting, never testing, dive headfirst into the messy webbing. Weaving trouble for breakfast, chaos for lunch, for dinner I’m having a full blown sucker punch.

And it’s not enough, times are tough, i’m about to pull a Shia Lebouef.
Going crazy, go insane, meditating like, Coltrane.
And it’s not enough, times are tough, i’m about to reinvent like Puff.
Going crazy, go insane, breathe in, breathe out, like, Kanye.

Let’s get lost, I’ve been so lost, losing track of the paths I’ve crossed, back on track, man, fuck rap, i’ve done that, i run that, the number one rapper from Dublin IE, you wanna drop an album, gotta run it by me, worshipped like God or Buddha, you’re fucking history like Kama Sutra, i got a cocked bazooka, ready to shoot ya, you rock that vintage Fila, I’m on Versace Versace, I rock Medusa, i’ve got enough energy to freeze you cryogenically and bring you back as my enemy, and beat you down relentlessly with futuristic weaponry.

And it’s not enough, times are tough, i’m about to pull a Shia Lebouef.
Going crazy, go insane, meditating like, Coltrane.
And it’s not enough, times are tough, i’m about to reinvent like Puff.
Going crazy, go insane, breathe in, breathe out, like, Kanye.