e-dubble - Robots Can't Drink

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Well damn. 53 free tracks over the past year, and e-dubble is going out with a bang on this final cut from the Freestyle Friday series. He’s been steadily supplying sharp production, witty lyrics and fiery delivery. I love it. “Get On Board” might still be my favorite, but “Robots Can’t Drink” is a strong contender. Listen/download below.

Check out all of e-dubbles music at his Soundcloud – here. Check out all the posts of e-dubble on P&P – here. And stay tuned for the mixtape featuring the best of the Freestyle Friday series without the charming/rambling outros – coming soon!

And in case you’re interested, here are the lyrics for “Robots Can’t Drink”

verse 1:

they wanna know the state of that union

what we’re all immune too

what the fuck we clapping for?

what the fuck the shrooms do?

where the fuck my drink go?

tryna get my head clear

tryna figure out the path we took to just get here

no cheers, no sounds

quiet while they contemplate

searching for the storyline tryna to finally consummate

…or was it consummate.

pronounce dominance

salute to the narrative somebody’s live blogging it up

so we in realtime status says “lovin’ it”

til’ they let that motherfucker go and cop a double clip

and what’s the reason for it?

and is it treason for a middle path temper to be agitated even more?

or do we stick to one side and never pole vault?

never shake and bake no lawry’s no salt

and no spice to it, I put the ice to it

turpentine don hard enough to cut right through it

chorus:

we put our heart in, to pull the words out

with a glass in the hand pull the nerves out

you hear a pin drop, but your ears close

while the notes keep playing for your heroes

live through circuits

run that routine

find your purpose

tie your shoe strings

i take solace in my looseleaf

what’s your poison

can it soothe me

i stay drinking

verse 2:

i am on that chevy volt cold shit

no i’m never gassed up

boogaloo electric

never pull a fast one

i ain’t into gimmicks

but the people want an image

so I’m Mr. Transparent

while the ferris wheel’s spinning

rat race I am truant to it… hollerin’ Bueller

we’re just at the tailgate… brought our own cooler

fuck that stress shit, who’s got next game?

connect 4 while we run that chess game

i’m only playing when i’m laughing with ansari

snapping at these fuckers tryna figure out antares

auto-tune slow pokes they are pretty charming

jambox jammed up… back to the Laundry

cuz’ this is real life, no frills, real pain

cheap vodka and a couple tanks of propane

we need heat even if it’s only thursday

52 weeks, 53 happy birthdays

verse 3:

at the end of the day there are no real differences

tryna dodge the bitterness of that griffin kid

family guy’s peter pan they missing it

tryna fly high stay young blake griffin shit

-business end of the stick they on that chuck sheen

hate what they’ve become even with the luxury

2 and a half men, I am more like 3 in one

i don’t mean to brag but I feel I got the midas touch

golden, yes I’m feeling golden

tryna make those pained past days seem olden

throw a fucking fist up, we are never folding

origami mama’s get they labias swollen

i will put it on you, it will never wash off

this ink is indeliable throw away the wash cloth

throw away the soap box, i be on the main stage

flipping the looseleaf now we’re on the same page cuz’ we put

verse 4:

still killing the average, still looking for change

still dodging the arrows, still paving the lane

still drinking the poison tryna to stay sane

thumbs up, blue skies, green grass all day

sunny side it… no more fuckin’ hiding

no more second fiddle shit, let em’ play biden

we don’t autopilot, never on cruise control

we are mashing pedals in tell them fellas move along

tell em’ make a little room, tell em make a bigger room

tell em’ its a starter pistol, let em’ pull the trigger too

let em get their groove back tell em it’s what stella did

they ain’t even listening, they don’t know what stellar is

they don’t know the cellar shit, they don’t know the basement

they don’t know where the tascam or the tapes went

tell those fuckers everything, build a fucking covenant

show em’ how you do it too, let em’ know you love this shit

Most thorough post ever.

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