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Back Again (Intro)
01:33
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Community Service, this is Ditherer back
To get his feet up on your couch and his spit on your tracks
I rap horse, the last sources gave me the knack
The 2012 kid, jaws still dripping the Gak
Ask me how to rap, get some scary advice
But most bronies now are daydreaming of marrying Mic
Real recognize real, I’m for Steryotype
Or anybody saying "Fuck it, man, I’ll carry you guys".
He got beats around, fuck, plan a verse or three
Staring at the marriages and idiots who cursing these
Writing in a crunch, lurkin in the fandom nursery
While /mlp/ does their whole damn anniversary
Year Nine, now I’m fucking old enough to fear time
Appear blithe with near rhymes on weird vibes
Sitting back a class with Teach sippin’ Cheerwine
Fuck, if IDW can do it I can steer rides!
Virgin, shouts to the people who keep offering
But I gotta get sacrificed, ponies’ll need offerings
Erroria, got a blunt filly as a pony plush
Gimme Philly blunts and I get stoned worse than Cozy was.
She did nothing wrong, I stay seething
The tears are like G5, somehow they ain’t leaking
But don’t think I’m gravekeeping, horsefucker’s
Break ceilings like Mic’s cock, fuck when I nut I’m the Great Seedling
I fuck the beat so hard it makes the fucking track tear
Met some friends in Baltimore, I’m never going back there.
Honestly taking a bow was a bit appealing
Cus I live a double life like I’m spinning a triple helix
Then my man Steryo came and gave me the shit to heal it
So we’re back again, fillies, let me hear you if you feel it, Dith!
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2. |
Vie, Principles
01:27
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He’s not as savvy if the problem doesn’t crystallize
Mystery to mister, he forget that he had missed her eyes
When they were foals he sat up late for months and wishing why
Why’d his mother’s coltfriend move em both away and split the line?
A court magician bout to make himself a poor decision
Be more revisionist cus nature don’t know to hoard its riches
Or abhor division, failure make remorse efficient
Does conjecture on his rounds, a score or more to visit
When it’s done maybe he should nix these
A problem fixer put himself into a fix, seems
It seems she got a lot in common now with Trixie
She’d probably call him out, leave him asking for a lift, please
Head shakes, he bucks up.
Gets reservations for two and mood lighting when dusk comes
Inviting her outside her office, fearful of vibes
But when he’s done the mare can pounce on him with tears in her eyes
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3. |
Daughters of Ornithia
01:00
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Former terrors of the skyways
More embarrassed to be parrots of divine rage
Hunched over a rulebook, rainy day capers
Would bravely face danger, crazy fate savored
Good ship no more, crew is getting on lousy
Dredging up clouds or they’re pressing on drowsy
Some parts break, they’d be better off downstream
Harpy in the air to a hegemon mouthpiece ouch b
Too many shipments in the backlog
Industry can put a good captain in a black spot ((
Can’t recall the last cheer or the last song
Can’t recall the last year they were last off
And she once wore the hat in the dark reluctant
But her history is muddy, nothing large resulted
Wants to play pirate, ‘til embargo’s done with
It’s just a cargo hauler to a cargo cultist.
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4. |
Venus in Marble
01:04
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She’s a wallflower, not quite
Fall hour, all life walled in a tall tower, talk types
Walk by, doll dour, hall gripes all sour
Not quite quiet, just their eyes get her skull scoured
But she lately seeing stars when the stares start
Back of class, casting a glance out through a hair part
If she had the confidence of preps she would whereart
Thou-sand attempts catch his eye, if he cares hard.
Walk home humming, what’s he like, now she must know
Listen to him yup, nope, sup, so, what, woah.
Just woah, but to approach a little much so
If her sister Pinkie could arrange it it’d be just so.
If her sister - yes! What a lightbulb flash,
Now the quiet girl is dancing over sidewalk cracks
And Sugar Belle’s bakery don’t catch her eyeballs fast
Another place, another time, heck, why fall back?
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5. |
Fuss and Feathers
01:56
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In 2012 I kicked it making joke accounts on BronyNet
Poking out the eyeballs of the admin who was odious
A week ago I found my damn music on his pony app
Whoever said you couldn’t make a difference doing pony rap?
Kinda horse famous, but fuck it, if I got killings
I’d be jet set cus the upper crust is not filling
Eye behind sunshades, slide like the cutaway
Life is a runway and time is a runaway, unafraid,
Never in the streets with an Armalite
Think I'll get my karma, but the beat gets caramelized
And I could go hermit, play drums in mountains
Do the Hunting of the Snark, wait, fuck, I found it.
Never-get-ahead kid training a setlist
Or would if he don’t go to concerts with a deathwish
A horse voice, only gettin raves if he’s Death Grips
He’s restless, rarely gettin paid like a spec script
Latter-day autist, accoladed pettifogger,
Masturbate often, half an age extending offers,
Man evades sophists, grab a lathe claw and
Redacting lame songs bumping Acetate Prophets
Am I the best? I’m afraid it’s so
Steryo the closest thing we got to De La Soul
I’m on game patrol, now the ponies clap, rap wrecker
Don’t act better we got your homie’s claptrap weathered
Later on, gotta check my pony rap track record
Oh, shit, I got the pony rap track record!
Do this for fun, fuck your eighteen taste tests
If you’re itching to react, I’m not ACRaceBest
Hate’s a cruel mistress, and love can be a fickle bastard
No matter what you pick, you’re in my pretty picture after.
And that’s as if it matters.
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Season 1, Pinkie was a nice case
Eyes warm an ice age, island of a smile, play
Essence of a truer way of being, gotta light ways
For all the people watching screens til their eyes ache
Season 2, Luna, not a gamer though
Crazy for the crazy late ladies need to label those
As in girls who up at night, prolly like to stay alone
Join the NLR, bend a heart, get a ray of hope
But more than either of them there was Twilight
The smart one, the highlight, the hard-won, the wide-eyed
Start something, conversation carved from the mind’s eye
Surprised I don’t have tulpas talking hard stuff in sci-fi
And maybe even Rarity, though I’m not a Spike type
Any type of diamond likes to glitter in the right light
Staring at creative struggles such scenes borrow
They can cut deep, love seeming such sweet sorrow
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7. |
Exit Strategy
00:57
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Bon Bon has had a strange week or two
Got a couple ponies wearing suits she can’t seem to lose
Found something with a red light, kinda shaped like a pen
Lyra came by and left then she came by again
It’s weird memories, maybe Zecora got weird remedies
Swear she had more candy inside of that clear centerpiece
Now she keeps indoors with the stay-safe guile but
Why’s her vision going blurry after they say “smile”?
Strange customers, ponies in glasses and they fuck with her
Rarely buying anything, trade papers, a muttered search
Playing deaf at counter’s a great labor, a dozen words
Something bout an agent or someone that left and wasn’t heard
Wasn’t cursed, out-of-towners leave within a week
Discrete, Lyra comes to tea, releasing of the steam
And speaks, like proverbially she’s kneeling, in her teeth
Is a shiny gold - oh, gosh, it pleases her to shriek.
(Yes!)
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9. |
Lo-Fi Studies to Beat To
01:41
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Ship tiny packages of words cross a lakefront
May front, laughing, it’s absurd
Misclick or list-trick rattling his nerves
Til his limbic is shattering his verve - swerve
Curved like the earth is, songs to immerse in;
Persons preferrin’ the turgid,
Jerks I can work with, hat on his face, guy
Put a lot of stitches in the fabric of spacetime
Save nine - lose the next twenty
Finna play Twi like ‘review the test? funny.’
D on Coco like how the dudes address Dunning
Got the truth addressed, drumming dude’ll do a dress, cunning
Running, sorta muse for trouble kids -
Sort amused by sorts of dudes who worse than human Flutters is
Utter spits - scared of phone calls, go through another six
Sleep a day, if goals’ll keep away I’ll do another inch
It’s like counting with an abacus; what a cinch.
Replace the mic, might, brush up on the specs now
I got class, they got their thumbs up with their heads down
I don’t make dresses? What the fuck, check the thread count.
There’s another tune tallied, som’ like that
Soon scowling, but I love the kids who fund my rap, and
Chewing on them might be work, so the fun might flag
Cus I’m like celery stalks without the sunshine swag
Meditative in the sense of kids in need of better placement
Get a better place, I make some music, claim I never made it
When I’m asked directly by family, like I never made it
When I’m eighty, I’ll sit in silence because I never made it.
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10. |
Community Service
01:42
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Back and forthin rap performer tracking boards, macking horses
I lack a source, a kid stabbed me for my last endorphin
I keep you laughing at your past remorses
And got as many horses in my craft as fucking Kraft has oranges
Which kid is the marvelous horse
It’s a leg for a chit, kid, it’s an arm for a sword
It’s a legful of kicks picked it’s an armful of chords
And we’re legging to drip spit onto some harmful accords
These are jam sessions for whitebread
Hydra, already told you I got a fivehead
Steryo had sent me this beat, he thought I’d like it
So I’ll use it for community services on a mic, kid
No celebrity, fame an insatiable thirst
Now they can hear me if I say the hate the state of the world
And I know dick on how to change it, I’m just making it turn now
For you
I play to form, people rarely guessin what I play to form
Sorta playwright, so now my every act a play to form
You don’t really know my ass - like how Playdough forms
In caves chained, peep shadow puppets of the Plato forms
8 tapes ahead, shove my future through a bottleneck
And staring, ain’t it pretty, like accruing some accomplishment
Floorbound, a bottle breaking to pieces
So the king can breathe, go ultima ratio regum
Did you really like me, I’m smarter than to ask that
Harder to regard him as an artist in a backpack with
Doobie-chewing sentiments, pseudo-Buddhist rhetoric
Do me like I’m Em and you should probably do fluvoxamine
No celeb, fame an insatiable thirst
Now they hear me if I say the hate the state of the world
And I’m a dick and I’m impatient, I’m just making it worse now
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11. |
Gee Darling, Darjeeling?
00:54
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Jasmine Leaf, a tea pony in a cider town
Shop’s dark, she’d keep going if she’d find a route
Having to explain all of the flavors and provide a count
To a bunch of glazed eye mares who don’t buy em out
No, not the right amount, no, not the right taste
Ponies only want her for a gift or a spice paste
On Hearth’s Warming get a lattice of lines
The other months, sit in back, aromatics to grind
Except the hip kids got some ingredients on the wishlist
Mixing lemonade and iced green, that’s their business
At least eccentrics are ponies that she can live with
What’s that one called? Just read it off of the tin, miss.
Stand on ceremony, otherwise she’d scare a pony
Lean back, the neckscarf can cover eyes, don’t care it’s lonely
Boil over, settle down, sippin’ in degrees
If they listen to her speech she can fit them to a tea
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12. |
K I R I N I R I K
00:58
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Like all pain it started over a conflict
All over the commons the chaos coming incongruent
Groan congress, no hope for a comment
Low blow, but no chance to go home to a convent
A long stream filled with water they can’t drink
A fire stemming from a wired ire they can’t think
Their way past, wood starts to melt, they break glass
A couple of their number stays inside and fade fast
Town brawling as the calling killed them
Scorching at the trees of their walled pavilion
Sharp-tooth shrieks, this world’s problem children
Turn to tight-lipped adults and a fallen pilgrim
The horror is enough, town finished with upstarts
A missus getting miserable of missing the fun parts
And when she comes back then they must resist them
Turn a phrase too far and here comes the big one.
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Magazine blanket, packin' three stank-tips
After three wanks and a nap and three sandwitches
Back at three, vanquished, rapping creep anguish
Grab a G-strang, bitch, It's Spike The Dragon
Cold-blooded predator of pornographic imagery
Born to catch the symmetry and floor it past the limit, mean
I'm fucking that... but when I'm done I'll fuck the rest of her
Own the rap game, so there is no fucking competitor
And so I jack it to magazines that I had
In the back of Chevrolet that I had to snag from my daddy
But as for me, I'm an addict, so drugs get rolled up emphatically
Sporadically, and after, I smack and I apple-jack for cheese
Better Cheddar, sticky like some wet snow
Wrap-Up Winter, then it's time to hit my next bowl
Lotta boxes what the kid sees
Usually keep my distance, but this instance
Hit it magically like Trixie
I guess that's what you'd call a friendship forever
When I send this genetic in, I blend shit together
But I make it better, she take the next dick whenever
When I grab a wire hanger, get to cleansing her nethers
(Fuck, I HATE horses!)
[Been spitting bars, hitting harder than a ground-pound
I'm stalking your Tumblr, you're stalking my Soundcloud]
I'm a hoof-beating
Cooked cretin
Fan-fiction book-reading
Crooked, horsefucking rapper
God damn it
Growing up, I was never treated as a someone
So I figured I was none
Dragon is above, son
And at the end of the day, even royalty is undone
Cause I make the Moon go down, and the Sun come
I keep a paddock and stack it up with whores sitting
Pretty in a massive stack of maggoty horseshit
What I mix, they take of it accurate four sips
And pass into gloriousness while I do the dirty work
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14. |
The Impossible Pursuit
01:48
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Amor fati, no more fatigue, make a jubilee
No Patreon, you should donate to my Udemy
Broke a game, I'm recoding it in Unity
"Ponies are gay" wait, sorry, who are you to me?
Now I can help you with the guided meditations
We slide like that one scene in Fight Club with the penguin
I'm like love if you hate it, see me everywhere
Topics old weird shit like when you find stuff in a basement
Also known as Flowcellus or DTF
And I know way too fucking much about the EGS
I'm only stopping making wavs to make pdfs
So put my voice on Moonbase like in PTS
I'm never straight, trade a heart for a horse mouth
On better days playing parts isn't forced out
You let him lay, later charged with the verse sound
The letter J staying marked on my merch crown
Remember back when I could sit and stare at highways
Dig for buried nightshade, spinnin airy tirades
Sippin erry Friday, shippin cherry limeade
Didn't care what I made, if shit was bearing my name
See a mare or two, do what I'm prepared to do
Play a tune, fucker in Debussy with the Clair de Lune
Porn-led, standing in a circle of horseheads
Shouts out to convention guys who trying to score head
But I’m alright, go beyond the fields like Mordred
On a writer tip, now I need a Rita like Lord Zedd
Pick you apart to entertain, cancer analyst
Every man a Tantalus and every plan a Tantabus
Wonder why my shit was even on this to begin with
Thrashing up the stream of consciousness to find an inlet
To swim with, don't edit til they pay me to work
Then leaving well-worded papers well-papered with words
D dot F dot hopping on the remix
Knocking all the people who are jocking me for feet pics
Soundcloud upload limit, yo I reached it
Free shit, still dunno what Mogadish is
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Twily
00:39
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Quotient: life walk with the posse tokens
Meant all the love which she’s encompassing’s in foggy focus
Her face captured, stained glass, it’s still the best one
And so a girl grows up enough to have quit a fence, jump -
Knew it should happen, gave the Princesses holidays
Wistful though she just got the visits, she’ll moderate
Cus she fashions the tide, burns the solar stuff
Subjects ‘member back when she tried to make it cold to touch
Raise hands, salient to say she won, flailed the day the tale’d begun
Failing ain’t a way to run, stadia’re hailing up
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16. |
The Uncounseled
00:53
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Listen, we’ll discuss who sleeps where in a bit
I don’t want Twilight noticing a couple mares in a snit
We’ve been careful and this? Peh, it’s not parenting kids,
Let’s not air it again for a minute, spare em the biz.
After her, maybe we can take a break, craft the words,
Make it seem like going separate ways not to crack a herd
I’ll make arrangements in the morning when we pass the hurdles.
Urh, even saying that my body wants to flap in circles.
The world changes, and her changes are worse
Paves roads to dark days, olden bones to work acres.
The world changes, and my changes are worse
Lay low and stargaze, hope there’s no more Ursa Majors.
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17. |
Many Happy Returns
01:30
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He’s a high horse, his wife finally left and his eyes sore
Couldn’t find the mare he would die for
Bridgeside, ‘nother mare had asked him for the time
Now he got another date, elevator to a ninth floor
Two sisters find a Rose at their door, they’re pink, a lot of
Trouble they’re beholden to think
Colada sees another ten bottles go down the sink
Crusaders realize how they’re really not as old as they think, they oughta
Think of Coco and Rarity sighs
Lost in thought, walk around town wearing her vibe
A little scared of what her friends’d say sharing advice
Wish she was daring in declaring it and perish the price
Or, rather, good enough see the price perish
The hippogriffs got their Heights rebuilding inside Aris
And now they run in the sun inside a wide terrace
Children of two worlds are shepherded by wise parents
At times tragedy isn’t at home, starving
For the starts where it feels like it isn’t alone, starting
Like the mess of the sound that exist in a soul, sparring
But retreating for a change and remitted, alone, carving
At times tragedy isn’t at home, parted
For the parts where it feels like it isn’t alone, parting
Like regrets and the doubts that existed for both parties
Put blue up to the light - Oh, sister, I’m so sorry.
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Night train - the stars might reign
Over the earth but streetlamps make the light wane
Coco’s fetlock starts to ache from polite waves
Seeing her off, hope eventually she might stay
Vanishing point, Rarity gone, and Coco now could
Stand to avoid staring at walls, she turns away.
Gladly employed, where it’s involved in her heart’s
Another matter, the advantage of choice can perish and fall. Comparisons all,
She heads home, roaming the streets
At night nothing stays open but nopony sleeps
Penthouses, tight curtains hide lost faces
These washouts never fly, only haunt basements
She used to be one, guppy to a shark
Swimming out her first laps in the bustle of the stars
Used to want an outlet, out humming in the park
Now she’s got one she’s been long-suffering for sparks
Somewhere in the dark, there’s a worldwise fillyBabs
World-wise Mom’s keeping up with filthy habs
Focus on the friends that she really has
Not the bullies, thinking just ignore it man and you’ll feel it pass
Heal it back, did it work yet?
Not one for a casual solution, she prefers sweat
But stonewise there isn’t one around to get the birds met
Living low to damp the possibility of worse threats
Down numbered and impersonal streets
There’s another branch of folk in the proverbial tree
Apartment too big, a table with an empty seat
Once upon a time the couple could accept a niece
Gently weep, years on still the two ain’t acting right
Known to others some true Manehattanites
Paper on the table but the news ain’t black and white
Auntie Orange thinking that it’s suitcase packing time
Nowhere to go, both laughed at their origins
And tried to sprout anew, turning apples to oranges
Raffle their souls when the two dabbled in foraging
Only to find they’re still in the rabble with storge spent
So out here ponies lead lives of quiet desperation
On long streets smelling of refineries and paint chips
They hold their dreams tight for provisory complacence
But the city wouldn’t trade, they’re entirely fallacious
And outside the city’s split to sections of trotters
Some bridgeside, thinking hard of testing the waters
Looking up at skylines, crowding the service tunnels
Out of the cold dark, now we can turn to trouble
Sven still combing through the streets, light flickering
Searching for a lead or the sound of her quiet whickering
Forgot his old life when he dropped his wife’s bickering
Out of bits, look for love as long as life’s lingering
She’s a high horse, mane is an eyesore
Dark in the park, getting baked, looking skyward
Hi birds, in the long haul for pain
She’s been getting so high the stars fall from grace
The moon’s up, glaring like a bat-eyed horse
Cast the pale white light onto Sapphire Shores
Anypony for herself, this is not a town for brother love
Street outside the dressing room has started smelling sulphurous
High up’s not a haze you can fly through, and still
Miss Songbird sees a cage in her eye-view
Soft Serenade helps to gloss over life-truths
Oft known to hide shrewd eyes and recite blues - kind muse
Far away in the starry haze of the synth notes
Is Coloratura, still far away from the windows
Dropped by a label, no longer crowned for her flaws
A lady learns not every change gets a round of applause
Clouding her eyes cus she might’ve made it, all’s the pity
Now how to survive a day when the dawn is gritty
From humanities to workers to ponies on committees
It’s thousands of lives separated by a common city
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