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pressure dial - nerfonator lyrics

[intro: peter s. atlas]
welcome back to the show
we apologize for the technical difficulties
now, during this break, i, myself, took time to reflect on the program thus far
and as i see it, i can say with certainty
you do not want to go anywhere
static misconception
so, stay where you are, in your seat or in your car
and remember…
(don’t touch that dial now)

[verse 1]
how twisted can a sitcom be?
when you tryna crack a joke, but the joke’s on me
i been tryna break down the fourth wall when i’m confined to eight
yeah, there’s layers to my fate
hold up, rеwind the tape
i’m tryna find an escapе under eyes that trace my every move
every action, every stride i pace
i face tv executives alignin’ the steel
blowin’ steam off my head and out my ears
until i melt the wax on a record and the needle just breaks
so, dial back with the pressure or i’ll reach for the gauge
put the metal to my mental and i squeeze it with rage
the instrumental and the pencil never easin’ the pain
tryna direct my thoughts to a different scene in this play
remain perplexed how they portray us on the screen, it’s insane
a feasible change is all the cast has up for discussion
tell us to break a leg then follow through with your words for once
and so keep your finger off the b*tton, finger off the b*tton
before this trigger turnin’ somethin’ into nothin’
i ain’t bluffin’ when i say this
c*ck back and spray it, never delayin’
i’m upfront with it, done with it, now you’re stuffin’
money can’t buy happiness, and it’s evident by the hundreds
the pilot alone leave you with more baggage than luggage
ignorance is bliss and it shows
when you ain’t payin’ no mind when it comes to my episodes
all you get is a half*assed performance and a staff that’s distorted
grab a portion of your cash and back that into the showman
but this industry will have you runnin’ with scissors
‘til you stumblin’ and trippin’, cuttin’ your gizzard, the blood is spillin’
but it ain’t comin’ from the heart, this sh*t is cutthroat
they keep on fumblin’ with the art and never come close to understanding it
the “self*care” is damagin’
i stare into the water’s reflections, rockin’ the love boat
want me to mask it? toss me your cash then i’ll stuff clothes
and then i’m outstanding in my field but y’all can’t even fuss though
spittin’ game with these eyes
splittin’ ways with my mind
a spliff and flame can get you high but won’t eliminate the lows
mix a page of these lines with a cage full of lights
and what you gettin’ is a mime, and that’s a slave to a show
you wanna see the bigger picture?
i’ll rip the frame out of mine
don’t try to blame me if you say i did you lame at a time
just tryna speak on my truth and y’all be censorin’ mine
so, before i’m leaving the booth, i’ll—ah!
[verse 2: korban baxter]
tell me, is your brother your brother
when he abusin’ women, but y’all made it out of the gutter?
now that he got a rap sheet, now that it’s out of the covers
my n*ggas doin’ dark sh*t, you better pray to your mother
this the type of life i wouldn’t wanna wish upon my enemies
if you careful, better dip up out the industry
you wouldn’t wanna be around that energy
two steps in the ocean, now i’m sinkin’ like it’s normandy
this a warzone i’m fightin’ in my head
and i’m tryna beat the odds so i never end up dead
if a n*gga wanna try, then i’m sendin’ out some lead
makes a n*gga wanna cry when i’m layin’ in my bed, what
they couldn’t let me be
they had to take my by soul and my creativity
i had to get it on my own, they ain’t no debatin’ me
if you wanna make a song, you gotta pay the fees
vivid memories, blank panthers on the television
this revolution, what’s the world in an intervention?
this mechanism of my mind is a mystery
you couldn’t handle what’s inside through a vivid screen
sh*t’s too obscene, vietnam and some flashbacks
couple hatchbacks sellin’ dimes where the cracks at
in the past tense, suicide of my melanin
never pickin’ sides, my demise in a crash pad
i had to settle down
all eyes on the stage with my cap and gown
should i make a statement or should i let y’all down?
never speak a sound, if you wanna question, i could read it loud
poundin’ on my head as the walls comin’ in
i had to hide in cadillacs with my f*ckin’ sins
if you want a taste, here’s the medicine
sh*t’s hard to swallow, but i trust that you’re delicate
if you want a lesson, stay up out the industry
better watch your mental, dealin’ with descriminies
it ain’t equal parts when it comes to feelin’ heat
if you wanna dodge that shot, then you gotta grip the grease
got a couple fishscales in that half pot
and that’s word to big bill with the matchbox
better roll that red carpet, f*ck the have*nots
and i got a fake smile ready for the crack shot
[verse 3: ren cinema]
cheese!
i don’t think they know how this sh*t finna blow up
people gathered round the tele’ for the blast off
see the future’s ugly face with its mask off
i blame the cia task force
the media’s trained us like k9s to sit and roll
spayed and neutered the mind so we can’t f*ck the world
say the worth is in green, that’s the way they really afford us
broadcast american dreams
say it’s being taken way at the boarder, donate to the pigs in a blanket through the telethon, cop the guns
run through the streets like a marathon, we pedal fast
no movement forward like peloton
i read from a nomicon about this phenomenon
back when i was expected to watch nickelodeon
i still wanna animate, get a emmy and put it on the mantle straight
but the industry is treatin’ moi like a paper weight
and society is treatin’ me like i’m three fifths
good fix is a 3.5 spliff, breathe deep in
i relieve the stress through the text
and l’ll return the favor when i creep in
i feel a presence in my dreams on some kruger sh*t
cut from a black cloth like some mugler sh*t
i’m tryna wake from the matrix to lose this sh*t
but my eyes wide shut on some kubrick sh*t
i sanitize my hands from the mans i kept
to terrorize is to burn bridges ‘til nothin’ left
didn’t feel it, now every day i miss those steps
and i didn’t even fl!ck that match
i taste that smoke in my breath
[outro: peter s. atlas]
just cut to break or play something pre*recorded

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