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Antoine the Ant Man

Track 3 of the Memoirs of Men EP, a Fishtahler and Carroll production This track calls attention to Antoine's ongoing conflict with ants in our kitchen. Despite defensive maneuvers, the ants have continued their campaign for food and years have passed with many casualties but no resolution. This song borrows Kanye West's "Everything I Am" instrumentals to chronicle the problem and provide an insight into the psyche of our protagonist(?), Antoine Planche. Lyrics: They say a man’s home is his castle Antoine is the king, and I’m just a vassal My man mini-Macbeth smoking joints like everyday Blowing stacks on weed with rent that I pay Got me waking up feeling like Garfield on a Monday Duncan been dead, just me left to betray But wait who’s creepin up? You see em sneaking in under the doorway with that quick little six-legged strut? They got antennas up and they all up on your driveway Laying pheromones down they building a highway Well look who found the buffet Ants taking crumbs home for a late night entrée Damn Here we go again Had to do it to him; Show [him] the back of my hand Had to wind up on this; Even though he fam Damn Here we go again Just know it aint up to me, Its just part of Gods plan Gotta spill the story of Antoine the Ant Man Antoine sees and gets up Grab the raid out the cabinet and promptly lights them the fuck up Crouching down and watching them run home for cover No emotion, classic robot Okay, fair enough, these ants just shooting they shot Antoine goes back to the couch and turns on some Ant Canada Munching muffins and letting the crumbs fall His cats an idiot and near blind she cant catch em all So ants come back with more homies for a bigger haul Bro if theres food on the floor these boys gonna crawl How can you be surprised at their gall King gets up again, knowing this will be his downfall Damn Here we go again Bust out the ant traps; Defend the homeland Gotta take command; make your last stand Damn Here we go again Bro fighting hard but til the floor spick and span This the tragedy of Antoine the Ant Man I sit back at a distance, days turn to weeks and the effect on Antoine is pernicious Been years and the Ants still strong with the resistance What a war to witness They breakin in no sound but full of fury Tiptoeing round you like Muhammed Ali The walls closing in and your eyesight getting starry Stinging like beedrills and flying like Butterfree Can’t sleep at night, enough to drive a man insane They marching in, coming up the Hill of Dunsinane They breaching the keep; might be the end of your reign Mightve been a King but you playing a Queen in a chess game