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The track opens with a defiant declaration, "I'm not with the plan," immediately setting a tone of rebellion against an unspecified agenda. This is quickly followed by a provocative question, "Bitch, who is your man?" and a blunt admission, "Can't keep my dick out my hand." These lines establish a raw, uninhibited persona, juxtaposing a desire for sexual freedom with a rejection of conventional expectations or control. The repeated phrase "Screaming free X and Teann" grounds the track in a specific context, hinting at solidarity or advocacy for individuals named X and Teanna, while the casual mention of "soy on my sushi" and "Uzi the same height as Uzi" injects a surreal, almost Dadaist quality, blending personal indulgence with pop culture references. The core tension in the lyrics appears to be a conflict between the narrator's self-proclaimed authenticity and the perceived artificiality or hypocrisy of others. The narrator dismisses external opinions, stating, "I could give a fuck about your fans or your feeling." This is reinforced by the assertion that "no face, no case is the norm around it," suggesting a distrust of public personas and a preference for anonymity or a more direct, unvarnished reality. The bridge further solidifies this by rejecting mainstream platforms: "This is not for the interviews or the evening news," signaling a deliberate move away from curated narratives and towards unfiltered expression. A striking element of the craft is the deliberate collision of the vulgar and the specific. Lines like "Gave me the sloppiest Suzi" sit alongside more abstract declarations of intent and identity. The repeated "ayy" serves as a rhythmic anchor, almost a verbal tic that underscores the conversational, stream-of-consciousness delivery. This technique creates a disorienting yet compelling effect, forcing the listener to reconcile the explicit with the implied, the personal with the performative, and the raw aggression with moments of almost playful absurdity. Ultimately, the lyrics resonate through their unapologetic embrace of a chaotic, self-defined existence. The narrator positions themselves as an outsider, rejecting external validation and embracing a confrontational, yet oddly inclusive, stance. The raw language and fragmented imagery create a visceral impact, suggesting that true freedom lies in defying expectations and speaking one's unfiltered truth, even if that truth is messy and provocative. The track seems to celebrate a defiant independence, a refusal to conform to any pre-ordained "plan."

JPEGMAFIA & Dyyo - Rap, Glitch Hop

Free XXX & Teanna

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[Intro: JPEGMAFIA] I said I'm not with the plan, ayy I'm like "Bitch, who is your man?" Ayy (You think you know me) Can't keep my dick out my hand, ayy Screaming free X and Teann, ayy Dash of that soy on my sushi– (JPEG–) (You are watching a master at work) (Because I like JPEGs) Brr, brr [Chorus: JPEGMAFIA] I said I'm not with the plan, ayy I'm like "Bitch, who is your man?" Ayy Can't keep my dick out my hand, ayy Screaming free X and Teann, ayy Dash of that soy on my sushi, ayy Uzi the same height as Uzi, ayy Gave me the sloppiest Suzi, ayy, ayy Yah [Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA] Two bad hoes on the road wanna give it up To me Half nigga, half-ass killa never giving up Plenty pie stocked up for the chicken, bruh I could give a fuck about your fans or your feeling, ugh It's a sin to say that anything is similar Uh Or I'm on about it 'Cause no face, no case is the norm around it *URL DJ Don Demarco airhorn* [Bridge: JPEGMAFIA] And I'm riding in a Bentley coup Never see 'em, all you hear is shoot Fuck a Trump and a fucking coon This is not for the interviews or the evening news Nah [Chorus: JPEGMAFIA] I said I'm not with the plan, ayy I'm like "Bitch, who is your man?" Ayy Can't keep my dick out my hand, ayy Screaming free X and Teann, ayy Dash of that soy on my sushi, ayy Uzi the same height as Uzi, ayy (Chains and shit–) Gave me the sloppiest Suzi, ayy, ayy Hahahaha! [Interlude: JPEGMAFIA] Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet Please, nigga JPEG motherfucking Mafia Culture vultures get shot (Throwing shots) Bitch niggas that call the cops get got (I'm getting money) Fuck outta here, man, free the reals 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2 (Why you mad at me?) Damn, man, look at the stacks Yeah, bitch, quarter million What? TMZ! [Verse 2: Dyyo] Can't keep my dick in my pants So fucked up I just spilled my drink on my manz I'm throwin' up pourin' up more I roll up a Stoge And I don't give a fuck bout your stance People only see the surface Peace can be your purpose Peep the potency of me it's perfect Fuck with me it's worth it And If you do You can get residuals All you individuals is pitiful You'll never be original Typical type Stuck on your digital hype Ain't shit without political ties If you ask me You got wack beats and despicable rhymes Worthless I'm the vaccine for your medicinal purpose Fuck with me and it's worthless I'm a lyrical circus While your shit is as boring As episcopal churches Ain't no need to be nervous I got the heat in the furnace, nigga Real trap shit

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Writers: JPEGMAFIA
Dyyo

Free XXX & Teanna

Free XXX & Teanna

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