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Off of the 2013 EP "The Drugs" originally released under the stage name Noir.

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I’m a lo-fi spectacle, imbalance of chemicals
With a fascination that borders on Oedipal
My message is epochal, subtly sensible
No one ever said hip-hop had to be conventional
My wisdom is appropriate, dissociative
I mix together words like they’re opiates
My words are slightly phallic, completely encephalic
Music is my drug and I can’t live without it

I’m onto you [x8]

It’s time for a confession; wordplay’s an obsession
Paranoia plastered on a page makes for a good rap session
My memory’s blank from repression, an ideological suppression
Catholic school punished me for all of my transgressions
Now I’m a social flunky, Ziprasidone junkie
Wellbutrin dosage determines my own well-being
You can say I’m pretty lucky, I think it’s kinda funny
This monkey’s still on my back flingin’ shit at me

I’m onto you [x16]
(Hiding from the light when the sun is out to bite
This reality is trite, so why I should I abide?)

If you think I’m kinda dark then you’re probably kinda right
My words hide from the sun to make love to the night
There’s a piece of me in every line I write
Call me misanthropic, call me stubborn, call this blight
Patterns emerge when I jot down a phrase
I’ll be playing with words until I’m old with age
Finding rhyme schemes in a psychotropic haze
But no one ever said that being different pays
And I’m no longer sticking needles into my veins
Even the darkest of hearts see the brightest of days
I didn’t beat my past; I just turned the page
And you better be prepared for the hell that I raise
I’m back on the map and I ain’t holding back
You feel that in your chest? It’s a heart attack!
I’m back from the dead and I’m here to stay
Noir from good old Californi-a

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from The E​.​P​.​'s of S​.​A​.​, Vol. 1, released December 8, 2014
Music, lyrics, & vocals: Armando Flores Jr. (Social Anxiety)

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