K​.​ill O​.​'Reilly

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Beat by Theory Hazit, Piano/synth by Wonder Brown, Additional vocals by MC Forty

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K.ill O.’Reilly

Verse 1:
Used to let ‘em know with the hooty-hoo/packed a fruity loop in a pez dispenser of Scooby Doo/ask the Idiots who used to skip to the lew/tossing Third Bass when I’m off my rooty-poo/told y’all put ‘em high like a doobie do, Brother/shady enough that I might truly do ____/time for me to go ahead and get on my go-round/checkered past square-dancing at the ho-down/pitched a perfect game and they still don’t know how/that there was a day that the brother carried the four-pound/never did, only divied out the product/dipped in the freshest, and shimmied round your daughter/hung with sets that had no patience for who’s harder/where Lil’ Wayne’s got duked adjacent to June Carter/to prove who Cash rules in American History X/dreams that legends couldn’t conceive who the misery hexed/generational curses that epiphany blessed/perversions of the truest form, where humanity’s best/couldn’t compare to the revelation of God/where the closet came clean to believe/in a redeeming quality/yeah, I once hollered show me the Hollywood/’til Jesus let me get a taste for what the salty should…

I’ll write it and we’ll do it LIVE…

Chorus 1:
Now who’s a Humble Beast, trying to Reach the people
Coming up short when I brandish the weapon that’s lethal
Your Lampmode’s like no match to the light
When the King’s Kulture can’t keep it real long enough to be right
Don’t even get me started on who’s Flame retardant
Crossing-over for the mass appeal of a market
Mixing business with art can’t be found in your parchment
This here’s the Inside Edition,
It’s time to K.ill O.’Reilly

Verse 2:
Dance in the devil’s shoes/mic check who you stepping to/wrong side of the track, black side of the crescent moon/coast to coast repping homicide/I don’t kill rapper’s hope, that’s something death will do/check your calendar/death devours and speed-powers over these manatee sea cow-ards/cute/now leap out your boat slowly/oh you know Jesus? We’ll see when you don’t eat/days and nights to 3 am/munition flow the 4zero cal. and/shhh, listen, BANG/that’s the sound of the police’s peace/shooting down a downtown sixteen year young’s dream/his mother’s forever wondering/what he could’ve done with that scholarship money/redefining “peace out” when I see you last/your teeth gnash but Adam Lanza ain’t even gasp/so kiss a saint, diss a rapper/make him dissipate, or evaporate/like a midget bladder pissing paint/what’s a matter with your FACE!?!?/I know how you feel/passing them faces, no one’s real/dragging your weightless feet to lunch meal/by yourself in the back/trapped and tempted to buy yourself a new black/and mild/bittersweet child/you’re not alone in your depression/you’re surrounded by the demented/Walking Dead is filmed on your campus/in your corporate cubicle and church-sides mansion/no wonder how the pastor’s Charles Manson/Wonder Brown has y’all dancing scared/Know the Truth and die for it if you dare…

Verse 3:
Dissonant for all you hypocrite/I’ll use theo-logical as a synonym when/you’re out of touch like Hall and Oates, riddling/20-something A.D. but still HD illiterate/you think the devil inside you has given in/well you’re in for one helluva ride still living in/the form of Casper that can’t master what’s simpleton/after what you can’t touch as if still listening/to the allegories of Thor/or Zeus in Athena that you ain’t even think to explore for/your proof that you and your troop troubadour/pseudonym for your lust to control who speaks on the floor/let’s just call it like it is/you’re a political profiteer, not a prophet in this biz/well this here’s a coffin to you kids/that need to dead that noise before you lost what ain’t been fixed…

Chorus 2:
I’m just a Humble Beast, trying to Reach the people
Coming up short when I brandish the weapon that’s lethal
My Lampmode’s like no match to the light
When the King’s Kulture can’t keep it real long enough to be right
Don’t even get me started on who’s Flame retardant
Crossing-over for the mass appeal of a market
Mixing business with art can’t be found in your parchment
Their truth is Fox News to me
It’s time to K.ill O.’Reilly…

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from J​.​A​.​W​.​S., released March 15, 2013

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Part of the Scribbling Idiots collective, Wonder Brown steps outside of the confines of genre to represent the diverse influences of 21st Century art. An accomplished poet and spoken word artist, Brown has been featured in compilations, music videos, and video games, as well as sold worldwide. If Wonder has relayed just another wonderful struggle, then J.A.W.S. is just as much ours as it is his. ... more

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