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Peachy
01:38
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2. |
Dangerous
04:39
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(Hook)
Fuck what you thinking
Fuck what you want tho
Fuck what you thinking
Fuck what you want tho
Fuck what you thinking (is dangerous)
Fuck what you want tho (is dangerous)
Verse 1
Breaking a mold and trying something different is not for the faint of heart It's lonely and cold brothers fake funk until you get hot then comes the false love of I believe in you stop where is this when I'm broken and exhausted worried about studio fees, health, families, still struggling where the cost fit in or stand out standing by the third rail trying to not piss in the wind striking iron and be innovative or shocking rhyme better than most and still ain't in the top ten welp fuck it folks won't bring it up until pallbearers carry my carcass on pages of book left blank and canvases splattered with paint of black expression is lessened until the repast captain amerikkka eats it's young I thought you knew parliament been told you troop fall in line or face dishonorable discharge summary read like a miracle how he still standing as nurses read my chart har har har har I don't know asking me about my day or kick rocks with open toed sandals I don't deal well with vandals go tell that to cats that got skinned alive and intestines used for rackets if they want in on the pyramid you ain't listening
(Hook)
Fuck what you thinking
Fuck what you want tho
Fuck what you thinking
Fuck what you want tho
Fuck what you thinking (is dangerous)
Fuck what you want tho (is dangerous)
Verse 2
Grunting sounds
Grunting sounds
Reporting live and direct from the belly of the beast black folks barely give space just to breathe
memento Mori and momento vivere live more than for just work and hearsay Been a curmudgeon lately exhausted from running on fumes one hospital visit away from broke can't seem to find the time to string together quotes when mortality looms large of top of me battling reality and ideal ideology I just wanna be free Olly Olly oxen sea see what it be when I shine on the horizon in the meantime follow the words on your screen when I'm rhyming to get how I feel you gotta walk on my insoles so funky like soul 45s butter to bagels put some jams on it to avoid being nullified as another rap guy doing music I'm one bad call away from losing it slim
(Hook)
Fuck what you thinking
Fuck what you want tho
Fuck what you thinking
Fuck what you want tho
Fuck what you thinking (is dangerous)
Fuck what you want tho (is dangerous)
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Hook
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make (x4)
In this game you know nothing sacred
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make it
Verse 1
Gold fake be the flow authentic I don't got a whip but the broads all with it like gods to Christians prosperity pimping sadistic think a white Jesus hearing black pleas moe forget it we're the rotten strange fruit thrown out that leaves in autumn In rare form the steaks covered in thc em out the window no need for a b/e Mr.deity when I get on the microphone brothers sweeter than a piece of Reese's suckers succumb when I speak my thesis and desist with the quips I know you can't write so you say you make chips rapping about the same old spit yung old so and so goes the story about being an alien bro your boring go somewhere weirdo rapping over your vocals culture vultures taking place of the folks they feel is yokels
Hook
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make (x4) In this game you know nothing sacred
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make it
(Nothing but homophones for second verse)
Verse 2
On the isle I'll wipe the aisle with these foul fowls I push forward for fore four fools feel these forewords roll on role players bread we bred different broodish types for instance get brewed in instants these carets Carol about rocking carats in their carrel greener than neck fats with pyrite my karats certified bars in fort Knox me not sweet even when my suites right in front of thrown thrones homes I don't clique for clicks I desert dessert ninjas for being fair weather whether fares due or not these days last longer than the last daze wannabe hippies are dying to dye tees overseas and at home folks waive freedom waves overseen it seems big was right it was all a dream word up to magazines that put as dollars over talent I thought this was a meritocracy I was wrong just don't expect me to mumble in songs
Hook
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make (x4) In this game you know nothing sacred
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make it
Verse 3
motherfucker I rep the dmv til the day I cease young you can tell from my speech slim bamas get offended when I enter the place my shit crank from the get up and go-go no need to understand moe on muvas I'm well known to own brothers who try to curry me unnecessarily bury mc's so they ain't coming out like your auntie's friend every thanksgiving weekend I go so nutso bruthas think I'm setting sail on a great voyage provided from the mortician listen champ I won't stop spitting til the drums not hitting gotta curry on tradition I'm the one who put four on the floor and doc make sure the bass and snare cracks harder than concrete you fools softer than talcum powder how dare you try me not knowing I'll be on your head faster than musliminas in the middle of Ramadan I'm on a quest to prove I'm the best most of yous are npcs to the game I play so Fuck what you got to say I'm not one for empty dialogue I'm gone when youngins on her knees praising the Lord and to that I applaud for the techniques
Hook
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make (x4) In this game you know nothing sacred
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make it
Verse 4
I'm such a asshole she sleeps in the wet spots and changes the bedsheets a yo rhyme styles deadly like Bruce or Brandon tearing them apart with no tandems in parts served to order with gourmet styling know to be prone to wylin prophetically always dealt with the reel no need for the acting well traversed in this space doc brah we intergalactic treking with stars and stripes earned from burning the mic and raising hell like we run it basically blunted brother bring a bunch of bomb bub to blow on and on til the diaphragm collapse see these raps ain't built for vests they known to puncture em royalty type rulers broken in half couldn't measure up to snuff errybody and they momma tough til it's time for care packages and kites when in all honesty get ya bama ass the fuck outta here
Hook
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make (x4) In this game you know nothing sacred
Cobwebs in my head I'm tryna make it
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Hook
Birth control birth control got too many sons need some birth control birth control birth control been raw since day one here comes another one need some birth control
Verse 1
I didn't want to son you was an accident oh well the bad motherfucker back in this space and residence money order on the counter with the scaling for the damages things been hectic check the method no need for accounting for fatigue I don't get tired boy I ain't Michelin starred crazy when it comes to the bars I stay with the extras how you want it I can go and serve no need for the bullshit put that to the curb stomp enthusiasm known for xing out your history cleared no need for the cookies when I step up in the jam I'm auto filled in everywhere I roam guess you can call me a VPN virtually pimping negro only moving out now for my people see Joe even when my vision is blurred it's nothing but a word (x2)
Hook
Birth control birth control got too many sons need some birth control birth control birth control been raw since day one here comes another one need some birth control
Verse 2
Back in the building prone to rewriting structures so you know I rebar motherfuckers this is an exam open your eyes outside the looking Glass ticks hours of sands by the second known to be reckless only fine women control em with a v after I dm so you know I'm prone to rep no matter what the record is even if cats won't give the applause I'm still holding the door for y'all every summer I'm in the D building for a week at least with folks who known to freak the beats and rhymes with speech patterns and lisps like this with spit the depth of the Mariana trench flung from my lungs you already know where I'm from VA til days inn lounging my brothers got Flowz4daze shout out to csf you know motherfucker that he's up next
Hook
Birth control birth control got too many sons need some birth control birth control birth control been raw since day one here comes another one need some birth control
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5. |
GO!
03:37
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Set it off let it off one time I'm tryna go (x5) [hook]
VERSE 1
Real live who better IND see these emcees circuitry seize they need CC's of saline dripped intravenously a lepard never changes it's spots but me I stay variegated rhyme styles kaleidoscopic layman's terms when I spit inside the pocket no matter where I go it stays there nickname should have been life cause I don't play fair especially with you birds best served battered and fried who am I not to appease the guise you hold true I run through your whole crew too in an 8 hour shift about 5 times you say you got a dope flow you more like sticky keys better off flipping burgers go back to your momma house you ain't fittna work members jerk off tryna come to conclusions man what the fuck you doing?
Set it off let it off one time I'm tryna go (x5) [hook]
VERSE 2
Slick mouth and fast flows switch pitches and dashed clothes tattered and worn out still pushing boundaries little man it's cute to see you feel you confounding me better understand there's variables at play even if it's an audible it's well outside your range clucking only cause you cooped up with a bird to avoid being homeless sucka type never know what being alone is cause you gotta go with crew do some self eval and figure who are you before you jump in the Lions den covered in meat have some pride when you speak coming to me for advice got nothing for but give it up and get a trade we need more Carpenters nowadays anyway back to the topic at hand slap palms of brothers man's conspiring inside the lands of darker the skin harsher the punishment so I bring it to yall who really wanted it begging for a battle two bars in crying for momma and sucking ya thumb pulled on the couch staring at inkblots where are you from who did pointing to dolls tryna demonstrate this is a safe place if you need to
Set it off let it off one time I'm tryna go (x5) [hook]
Verse 3
Jettison flows with Judy and Elroy held for ransom fees go to the black anomaly who'll probably be the one peacing with the straw hat gol d Roger mixed with some Luffy in fact parable lies deep in disguise of many of these guise of guys get broken when you look in they eyes mohs hardness scale reads softer than powder no wonder he's screaming #1 in code binary can't recognize other digits listen Mr. Nonchalant even a Killa hertz just follow sines of mathematics wait your turn while the adults speak of bulbasar of bars risen is hell frozen over smooth production even criminals turn Casanova repping 703 DMV up in this pg up in this moco up in the his, highway up in this, DC up in this
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6. |
Get the papez
02:45
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Get the papez, go get the money get the papez, go get the money go and get the papez, white folks don't care yo go and get the money of course they don't care yo got get the money get the papez (hook)
Verse1
Broke as fuck with no lubricant in sight on smooth transitions man's losing his mind out all day on a perpetual grind losing my mind repeating myself pardon for low level offenses to prevent sleeping on benches bamas got me confused I want all mine with interest in my favor and to be left alone away from the rush whiteness got me in a funk like my tongue covered in thrush hush fool don't speak what you got around folks desperate unless you like being a target of a lick in the center of a drama folks handing out soaps to get you washed up along with all of your children visiting you day time to hear all your stories unwind from the constant stunting online for every pop up and summer drop oblivious to youngins on a plot turn around looking like a luncheon get yourself got by being zealous fellas
Get the papez, go get the money get the papez, go get the money go and get the papez, white folks don't care yo go and get the money of course they don't care yo got get the money get the papez (hook)
Verse 2
I normally am automatic with the jokes but I'll stick with my goal of driving home the point Now I must stay the course for this navigation we generally perceive as sustenance keep one eye open like CBS for sucka shit tryna clock what I got amounts to being in the red all I got is debt owed 5+ gs and you think it's sweet always on a trip to stack up a grip with my people's and battle the evils within telling me to stay high to avoid the news of another black person dying shot for no reason snyapsis sterilized you can tell from my lexicon what I'm on different levels of numb is the only time I feel warm is when everything ain't black pain or black excellence please give us room to be pedestrian in this bitch stressing how to
Get the papez
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7. |
Roseate Living
03:37
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Part-time hustling full-time music staying in the groove to not lose it stupid came up with cats that did armed robberies and home invasions outta necessity fuck you and your roseate living ignoring my life welp I feel like bashing your face in with a mic stand in my right hand can leave you ambidextrous in inverted stances bad romances for lonely hearts in clubs couldn't cut a spade joker I'm still bigger without the deuce fucks the truth to a fable of unstable horses running a track rather oleaginous in comparison to bamas figure they slick spitting this shit with ease seeing cats seize from the lack of brain function moved from volume shooter to head hunting you want nothing when it comes to the bars every year another repast comes in the forms of three deceased rappers who couldn't hold a paper plate in the funeral holmes what I've been on so advance you need to trek through the war of life to get to the space to find you got left behind as a child by the system holding stars as relevant shits been rigged even when there's evidence cognitive dissonance pretends it never existed slim chance of being a champ when the parity is a parody placed on a pair of tees to a tee of the club where they swing low to sing hymn with friends of a hue that hates me and you
Hook (fuck you and your roseate living you don't understand cause you don't get it) x3
Verse 2
fustigated by life when the function only exist to get you bent and make you die sub 50 never had years that were considered epochal cause I'm known for promulgating in a nation of fakes that'd rather slash faces and bare minimum wages instead of making sure we don't turn into the jungle covered in fertilizer and canned responses to crises of rotten meat and labor unions coming from the bourgeoisie quartered off in clubs pretending to be VIP never roaming behind the velvet curtain to recognize their cousins in the poorer section shouting out fallacious statements of boot straps when they can't afford to visit the cobbler never was the one to celebrate prryhic victories or saying suckas meritorious for bare minimum rather hang with average citizens instead of folks who pose as a demagogue and place us at odds to get even more dough seems the greedy rather kneady please believe me ignore the talking box and moving images on your tv they're nothing more than finger puppets know what fuck this.
Hook (fuck you and your roseate living you don't understand cause you don't get it) x3
Verse 3
So help me it's gonna end worse for you, to tell the truth, must be painful to spark a light when you spread nothing but gas and false reports that are easy to retort where the hell's your thought process separating homes is nothing new but I guess you an expert in all fields except the ones WE need to talk about don't clock me I need more tick y'all making me sick with legislation that goes double for all the apologist who never knows what the problem is when it's dead body trembling obvious how's that for ambience to warm up the perverted hard ons of the audience getting off to the thought of this pain for gains ill gotten this seed of strange fruit hope your teeth fall out tryna bite in concrete portions of our lives hold weight you need us to validate your existence and we're done listening fuck your list, fuck your label, fuck your boardroom, fuck your courtroom, fuck your congress, fuck your building, fuck your family, we just want our 40 acres and be left well enough alone move it along
Hook (fuck you and your roseate living you don't understand cause you don't get it) x3
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Face facts they digging inside of pockets long cons for short prophets speaking parables to the souls of black folks spitting that dope in hopes for my folks no longer existing locked inside the system treating em like a number making plates for greedy bastards steady ignoring fascists because they the perfect cogs inside the facets they get access to excess while people scrape and bleed for the next check barely making it what's sacred to people with no couth I'm done pretending to be super man fuck you and your phone booth asking for change when I ended the call resulted with my back on the wall
Hook (x4)
One for my folks on the grind two steps from losing they mind
Verse 2
Hip hip hooray got another $400 bill today wonder if they take passion from a rap cat seasoned in sazon pass gone off meds losing me head better off than on beyond eons pawns belong in the cheeks of deceased Cheshire cats lack hustle to get it off the muscle complaining about the atrophy entry fees allotted forms triplicated and dotted spitting 16s through the treble to a base about face dammit g brothers whole label staff couldn't amount to half of my line of silence second to flow after the drums is a cakewalk where I'm from one
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9. |
Know Me
03:53
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look you say you know me homie but you don't know me word you hate me but you don't know me right i'm a bastard but you don't know me better fuck a check blow on these (hook)
Verse 1
Ya really got me fucked up thinking whatever bringing amounts to much that shits barely a scintilla to a mustard seed fam don't mean much when the bloodline strained why you think pricks don't get a drop from me even when stuck I've never been the vain type cast as villain even though I'm lo pro to highly recommend amateurs busting on scenes to vanish faster than last nights dreams turn sour grapes when stepped on winemakers Reed it and weep when the ropes hung to wrap tighter than pyramid schemes trickle down economy only drench those on top bottom feeders lucky for crumbs um feast or famine isn't my motto I'm fine being middle class making 6 figures gonna take time so you know I'm plotting on the hourglass figure to pear shape weighing the options of calisthenics give me a fair shake and hold all that sugary shit I'm watching my wait fluctuates by the second hand trip gonna take a minute for cats to realize what's ours for the taking
look you say you know me homie but you don't know me word you hate me but you don't know me right i'm a bastard but you don't know me better fuck a check blow on these (hook)
VERSE 2
Self destructive tendencies burning up the Exxon nocturnally stressing critiques internally about perfecting product for the populist don't give a shit about the fears I got their concerns mostly if it's knocking or not with the juice then sobe it for a never was it's whatever though to gods child chilling in cities red-lined by white folks Hope's never equally yoked when the risk of a shell being in your face gets expedited conditions made so we stay wiling in the projects next to the condos hand to hand contact with fiends in front of Mickie ds searching for boys taking flicks of the instant grams Passover shit isn't kosher understand the battling feelings of inadequacy laying in bed 20 hours a day only get out to work or record over my instrumentals should really get a therapist to vent the shit i been through wearing my friends down with every time i speak so i rather ghost than bother them with another peep how many years have i been rapping ninjas get it cracking in barely 2 months of action seems like it's all a waste how many relationships did i lose in the chase from family friends and potential girlfriends last 7 years been a fucking whirlwind been on the verge of homeless crashing on couches moving from house to house shit two of my loved ones had cancer one passed and the other made it through chemo 3 cousins deceased and all my uncles gone my own ailments and i'm trying to push these fucking poems to what avail for 700 fucking plays and no progress I guess it's better than the times when i rhyming in the void speaking to my inner demons tell them bitches to stop the noise so now i just blow it down and drink rarely steady trying to stack money to go back to the grind lose my mind over this rap shit showing up to open mics late cause i worked nights at mcdonalds and those were the good days on the bad ones barely could move from the night before just woke up and went to work again for barely $200 in two weeks y'all bamas don't know me
look you say you know me homie but you don't know me word you hate me but you don't know me right i'm a bastard but you don't know me better fuck a check blow on these (hook)
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Verse1: Get it in before the ending beginning again many a men amends fences to churches to just get turns from the door who's really helping the poor I know it's cool to say so lot of y'all bamas fronting with these backdoor cuts I'm just trying to rebound I got a letter in the mail my case was dismissed on the second basis I'm on my third wind trying to head home make money and get gone of this rap shit til then I'm pushing pencils making sure the invoices are sent through guess I been tracking numbers whether in the field cold or scolding I remain all in till my diaphragm cease to move after falling y'all win don't exist inside of the vacuum
back up give me some room before the boom back up give me some room before the boom
Verse 2: Back tik tik tah I really giving a Fuck on what you thinking? Nah more along the lines of which masala to get dmv representative I'm wyling again with the mambo sauce drenching from my pores while y'all applauding Youngins think I'm a luncheon my cuz think I'm lunching I'm more prone to rocking or going hard ayo has what the fuck you got to say god?
(hook)back up give me some room before the boom back up give me some room before the boom
Verse 3: In the fridge chilling next to the cheese sliced and whole you know that I'm out for the cream no need for the biscuits and the eggs never fertilized yo I'm fried in the skill with olive oil taking tolls on bamas with cold cuts bound to bubble up when the heat come the feel smoother than butter dog my theory on the low jo flow ji ill others non existent slim fools claim the world they more like invader zim evading him cause they so pedestrian college dropout no need to be testing him is I without the frames of 4:3 or the 16:9 so fuck your bylines and editors unless you been in it dead it bruh fuck you talking welling without seeing perspective know what you got it moe long as it results in pushing product otherwise avert your eyes to your possible demise what's left to surmise from the lyrics of mine field venom and danger similar to mine fields from war in Mozambique Angola and Sudan so it's best to watch ya mans step before bars come at ya 4000 ft per second my aim precise on the mic heat malfunction your sound set bound to wreck with no safety net motherfuckers best to recollect
Shout out Philly and my man has one time
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11. |
Baker's Dozen
04:21
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{Hook }
There's enough dough for us all fuck it let's get it (x3) I ain't greedy motherfucker yeah yeah I'm down to split it
Verse 1
Mix the flour with oil and yeast, water, sugar and salt to get what you need without machine takes muscle but fuck it we got it let's roll through the heat we'll come out chilling with our feet up racking up before you know it slicing it up and going our ways keep it up at this rate we'll flood the market what you talking I want a factory so let's open up shop they can smell it from a mile away we got it fresh today hell they take stale bread and make they own croutons sprinkled with herbal essences I ain't stress it nary a bit watch em eat up this shit bamas got they fix on the carbs calling us lawds with the slick talk choke on a glizzy if you say we ain't on our grizzly please
{Hook}
There's enough dough for us all fuck it let's get it (3x) I ain't greedy motherfucker yeah yeah I'm down to split it
Verse 2
Pass the butter to my folks to spread the analytics on sheets to keep track on what we spend to stack the dividends through with the POS we need cod we taking it back we got boots on the ground guess you can say we down to hearth hell yeah I'm down to work check my resume and references never was the one for recklessness guess you can call me the triple threat rap beat making and engineering specialist thrown in a dash of research and finesse keep going for long enough they'll call this proletariat the best in this bullshit system thump harder on spines than baselines jams from chocolate thunder rotunda intellectual champ I'm heavyweight on these sequacious fucks taking up space wasting our air why are you here go get certified in HVAC slim chance of victory check the history theory suggest you known to babysit while I'm always down to burn wait your turn for now
{Hook}
There's enough dough for all of us fuck it let's get it (3x) I ain't greedy motherfucker yeah yeah I'm down to split it
Verse 3
you know I got ya open tripping in the background no need for a remix video shows bamas dated older than digested wasps trapped inside fig newton couldn't understand my theory when I speak and walk beats peeps recognize this town that I rep jack check the scoreboard for the stats into papers greener than rookies hazing I ain't babysitting when it comes to hitting the herbal essences resembles milky way stars burnout out I'm a supernova burning bright without collapsing in this rap shit washed my hands and face of it been bugging no need for mutumbos dumbos with big ears not listening to what I'm spitting so I rather go out smashing potatoes cause I'm so butter no jive or need to be sour that i"m cream of the crop and wouldn't stop if the sign was an octagon fuck this I'm gone
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12. |
Black is Black
03:15
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Verse 1
Personal songs is hard to write and examine parts of a lifetime still fill short in the bucket I'm just a grain blackness means using laughter to adjust to pain also knowing folks don't got the range according to them it's a trend to live in my skin until the cops rush in and assume you a threat for no apparent cause aside to receive applause so they orchestrate run ins til you lose your faith in a place of a ruler who don't got no face say word to the deaf and play movies for the blind the world must've lost its mind in time I don't what's in store anymore the shelves are stripped naked in the land of milk and honey only beef and getting stung remains the locus destroyed the grain so bread is out the window please check on yo kinfolk
Verse 2
we don't got too long before they bleach our photos and neauter the truth they done it before when it was set in marble and stone so it won't be long to us who are told to be meek and we'll inherit everything we've ever seeked please ignore the fables I mutter to myself as I try to control my mental health manic tendencies I guess explains the mood swings and disassociation when it all crash at the day's end paranoia looms in my relationships been rocky from the start guess I had to survive to give you pieces of my heart and soul why I don't know is my only reply to questions is
Verse 3
better than a lie truth be told it's painful to speak like polyps in a throat instead of being silent I rather go hoarse yeah I got drive but I still feel off course cause the road ain't paved still ain't paid to be an artist guess I gotta die to get my art recognized and sold for what it's worth inside of stuffy art galleries where the people who need it can't afford to see cause of they shift at work is a double to make rent in society where my people ain't valued besides labor baby aye g errybody talking over universal timelines put it together to get the end of the rhyme one.
Outro
BLACK IS BLACK
No matter how you cut it we be gutted
BLACK IS BLACK
No matter how you cut it we be gutted
BLACK IS BLACK
No matter how you love it we be gutted
BLACK IS BLACK
No matter how we covered we been gutted
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13. |
SUDEP (If I die tonight)
05:42
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Hook: if I die tonight take me away (x5)
Verse 1
Sneaking suspicion nobody would listen nobody would miss him nobody would get into what his psyche was sometimes most of these brothers fall victim to punchlines heartbeat steady known competitive scared to be venerable stay taking sedatives to forget faces he misses the most toast to those no longer existing nothing but a void and pain in remembering to try to be healthy and exercise along with the yoga to feel he's in control of his destiny up in the air when it comes to epilepsy, life, and debt stressing me especially being black and poor what's next in store aside from empty statements given by people being flagrant flying by night with red eyes being my only carry on
Hook: if I die tonight take me away (x5)
Verse 2
Genes turn to shreds blackness lie within notifying next of kin for disorders he had no control of in the grand scheme of things seems he brings all he got to avoid possible thoughts of popping posthumously all he wanted provided for was greener pastures in an escher painting trying to find a way out situations with no beginning or end I'm dead center head spinning trying to keep it together for the sake of us all can't be stuntmen so I'm taking the fall to survive another season of summer and winter watch me spring back into shape I'll not die in this space is the motto between medical evaluations been through it all from hospitalization to being airlifted pancreatitis seizures you name it ain't come this far to not make it
Hook : if I die tonight take me away (5x)
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14. |
Malfunction
03:36
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Verse 1
1 time two 6s plus another one time equal bad luck for black cats recognize the bottle in my hand lies dreams of a sovereign land for black folks to be free of ptsd seen images of another brother dead (X12) another was hung in the park it was ruled a suicide with no coverage by the media thinks of us as 3/5 and demons even the babies get scrutinized and the murders always is justified to the other side makes my nerves twitch I don't even sleep much anymore since we live in a nightmare shit isn't fair our soul can only take the toll so often before we're broken by the nonsense how much can we take god don't love us if he did why did white folks in his name steal our tongues, home, resources, religion, and hope fuck you mean get out and vote this shit is a joke inside a tragic comedy no wonder we're always at the tails end of it's perpetual like feedback loops in this bitch reminds us of bloody hell at times I wish 2012 happened know what mo fuck rapping I'm signing off hold the closed captions
Hook
Malfunction there's a glitch in the matrix malfunction there's a glitch....
Verse 2
Best served cold many revenge fall short via laughter to keep from crying or an all out rampage in the book of revelation thought we was supposed to inherit the earth didn't figure it was when our caskets are covered in dirt dog the soils toxic why you think we got rotten seeds let's get to the root why you think coke distribution is an option capitalism and evil destroyed our homes, stole patents, and put the rest of us in prison after being beat into submission fam frequently say pull up the pants then we'll advance I remember they hung us in suits and pencil skirts surrounding our charred remains with blankets and baskets with souvenirs in tow what the fuck do you know
Hook
Malfunction there's a glitch in the matrix malfunction there's a glitch....
Verse 3
I blow my stack to try to keep calm blows my high when I see nothing but Wonder bread when I go to preform need to be around my kin to let go of this angst not be surrounded by people who doubt my innocence if something changes once I leave the stage cities I knew eradicated negroes once the block government destroyed gets bought it started with trap buildings and vacant lots to trap businesses and calling the cops for small infractions to get rid of the blacks this isn't supposed to happen to the folks who built this shit
Hook
Malfunction there's a glitch in the matrix malfunction there's a glitch....
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Take It Like It Is
by Anwar HighSign
This is one of my favorite albums by Anwar and it's jamming plain and simple. NY Heat is the stand out production and the flow is cold on this project. It's dope top to bottom
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Professional Static
by J. M. Smig
supported by 5 fans who also own “NARANJA LP”
J.M. Smig just gave me another experience with his blended musicality. Outstanding tracks: Track 1, 2, and 6. Thank you!
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supported by 5 fans who also own “NARANJA LP”
Really nice and smooth Hip-Hop album that kind of reminds me of ATCQ’s Love Movement. I have a quite a few favorites. No Sweat, Midnight’s Theme, and Media Takeout. It would be nice if there was an instrumental version of this album. Thanks 🙏
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Instinctive Drowning
by Chris Orrick
Produced by Ill Poetic, the Michigan rapper's latest album takes a hard look at depression and alcoholism.
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