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B​.​R​.​E​.​A​.​M.

from Nighthawks At McCoys by Time, Maudlin Magpie & A Thousand Vows

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[Time]
Never was there a darker night for intelligence
They marinate the truth in lies and call it relevant
You fell in love with the fiction and married the addiction
Divorced your emotions, reality is missing
A cure in a pill, remedies that kill
Intimately atomized, society's ill
The train's brakes sound like a million phantoms
Our DNA dances, braided in tandem
Intimate in our strangeness, nothing is random
Alone in front of cameras they blink so candid
We no longer dance, our dance is labor
Our smile is photoshopped, we believe in saviors
Our teeth are time cards, we floss with time sheets
It's snowing chalk, this world's a crime scene
We vomit bounced checks, we cough bills and sneeze debt
We fill up bankrupt cups and sip regret
Furnished nothingness in a foreclosed home
We set bonfires to Panzers and unpaid loans
If you admit your misery, you are not a patriot
Work until you die, even if you hate it
We're online trolls we're the new barbarians
Why don't rappers talk about being vegetarian?
Banks rule everything around me, B.R.E.A.M
Get free, burn the dolla dolla bill YALL

[Maudlin Magpie]
Destructors broke into the place
burning bills flew in our face
the dark night of the soul
sealed our scars so old
we’re superficial in the deep

[Time]
People go to jail for having a weed stem
But banks are drug dealers they lend money to them
I'm writing S-A-M-O on a rusty wall
I'm in a decayed phone booth waiting for you to call
Foreclosed ghosts want the grave to admit them
The economic hitmen are coming to get them
Communities decompose in front of the TV
We're in Plato's cave no one wanna believe me
I caught uncle sam tagging IMF
He had a whiskey slur with blood on his breath
They say you can buy freedom with the help of a loan
But there ain't no water in the wells fargo by my home
I'm alone, on these genocide plains I roam
This isn't a song, it's a death squad poem
Welcome to the spectacle, please don't think
Just keep on paying your service charge to the bank
Are you a consumer or are you a creator?
They put the poor in prisons cause capital is sacred
Sometimes you find the truth when you start to live a lie
Sometimes you need to die in order to survive
If the limbs infected, sometimes you got to cut it off
They say follow the money but I think I got lost
Banks rule everything around me, B.R.E.A.M
Get free, burn the dolla dolla bill YALL

[Maudlin Magpie]
Destructors broke into the place
burning bills flew in our face
the dark night of the soul
sealed our scars so old
we’re superficial in the deep

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from Nighthawks At McCoys, released April 1, 2021

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Time was deemed the future of independent hip-hop by VICE and URB Mag. He has been called the Radiohead of rap and the love child of Neil Young and Andre 3000. He was named one of URB's next 100 artists in alongside Drake, Kid Cudi, and U-N-I. Time's worked with Mick Jenkins, Jake One, Che Noir, and Common. ... more

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