1. |
No Big Deal
03:21
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verse
already feeling the heat but,
not from summer times degree
track agrees lack of fees make an active feed
but actually i’m more inclined to keep it to self
guess it helps speaking to a populous that is felt,
words upon a shelf collect dust and rust when not properly used in an offering
obligated to augment
give a new perspective it’s not all about the prophets
giving back
the true benefit within this minute list
a limitless intended twist
this is bliss
from the wrist of a low level invention word synthesis
sicker than others nonvaccinated by misguided mothers
i can utter
and let the clutter become another track
speaking back another gutter rat to make it through attack
unlike smollett making it harder to perceive fact
i lean back
trying to breathe and conceive rap
hook
it ain’t all bad
but it ain’t all good
just another way to make it right when i could
it ain’t all laughs
but it still seems good
living by the day just to write what i should
verse 2
every tunnel seems to have a brighter end
but i would try again
if it’s dark out suppose your recognize the light within
not a righteous man just blend of human
that’s got you tuned in
glued like benching to the views slim
snap into a jem whether a macho man or lady glow
body blows and elbows thrown from shoddy flows
but the vision knows cause the earlobe know the code
the bold backed by a logical extract mode
that make your back fold
stand up and act irrational
enthusiastic
until the end assume he classic
one of the baddest
to ever rip upon the apparatus
tall as the stratosphere when the words appear
your lurking deer
in the headlights of my succession
without a question
been lyrically sound since the day i stepped in
an open session
the brains weapon
i take in section
and see raised hands without the question
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2. |
Tip Top (feat. Tåsi)
02:41
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verse
i've taken shots before
know what the cold floor board feels like
a medal steel strike on the back of my lonely wind pipes
don’t pursue the hype
while leisurely keeping tunes nice
disable plot device
and be concise when seeking slice
heed advice
to keep the vices away from life
only makes for harder fight
when justice doesn’t see my strife
beaten twice before week has even creeped in site
weakened right to the bone feel like the breathing tight
want to be, left to myself but still i’m moving slight
digging deeper in my decision to reach the heights
defeat the plight
and manage to make my reasons right
better life
till mental is at an ease delight
hook
pain
stress
the battle begins
busy working on myself to tame the demons locked within
still i offer hand to keep a friend from the end
doesn’t make a difference even if i’m sinking in sand
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3. |
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verse
it’s hard to have faith any more
when gunshots can rain while you snore
i stay up on a 24
till day is knocking at my door
uneasy walking down back streets where heats posted
so i stay deep in beats making my room sound the dopest
want to retrace steps to calculate the fall apart
all is dark
but i still attack art until my heart departs
no need to half step
past waiting for broken regulations left to protect a fallen federation
since the days of way back been portrayed as nonsensical
savage
predictable
riddle with uncivil liberties
collonize confine rework the mind to blind
than hope the passage of time could erase any indignity
rewrite history to claim the work wasn’t servitude
but hurdles prove that the skin color makes the cops confused
with the shock of news showing how shots cause contusions
fluid runs until the view is done
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4. |
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verse
i’ve become better at keeping quiet and sticking to my emotional state
along the wait is a moment to calculate
corresponding without the pressure
even though i’m on the lesser end
a message embedded in my amalgam of an over stand
i want a grand that can expand the knowledge of encompassing
no lumping groups together i’m extra into my introversion
alert to the inert remain versed until i dissipate
and pontificate
only cause i care enough to act in a way that doesn’t denigrate the self
my mission is to listen in
expand what the vision sends
not bend to just make an end
i know the dollar is a tricky friend
rather spend time maximizing
actualizing
incentivizing
not a dime wasted on the visine
what are my dreams
nice line schemes and vinyl linings
till the night brings a nice hype scene
hook
i want to get lose on the track and be exact in what i’m knowing
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5. |
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verse
right now it’s all gloom
consumed in a room tuned in boom
what a afternoon strewn in a cocoon of thought loom
mental caught wounds and knocked me bout out of tune
the hour bloomed like bright light in a darkened tomb
year fights fun turning chums into shark consume
heart resumes after forced shot from the dark harpoon
can’t assume this wound will heal before croon
all hail his name MF before the ark of DOOM
want to roam but i'm stuck home alone to fume
wish the day was simpler times like watching morning cartoons
but the weights full on as the heart plumes
part goon but really hero as the art bloomed
told it was the end but see the beginning start soon
now i’m dropping more feels than fields full of mushrooms
wish i had a chance to see the villains face over zoom
when the dust settles still consumed by the loss of DOOM
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6. |
The Right Way
01:52
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verse 1
not much of a great person
the weight worsens
with every laid verse in
wage working
a slave to the paid purchase
no aid
so sick days remain public
if ever asked what’s wrong remember change subject
democrat or likes of other republics
seen as repugnant till my vote is a needed incumbent
back to citizen an oath of repeated redundance
till the ground stands to knock me in deeper with gun clips
when the fun switch
i guess after the hung twitched
lungs lost breath when the throat got all tongue twist
guess it’s back to nature when the bodies food for fungus
moved on to fresh squeezed so no longer sipping sun kissed
a nature guru or product of the current fringe
back bend or be broken by the social trend
fall in line or be canceled by your closest friend
delete your post but it’s frozen in a ghost event
hook
who’s in
to stick and watch as the ooze begin
power plot over network to amuse the dim
even use the keys to plot a physical descend
cops knock with shots
guess your compatible friends
verse 2
so i guess the plot thickens
the mob stops for hot chicken
race to the front gates and slay those who’s skipping
side with the companies cause they woke and primping
digest till your arteries are clogged and limping
side step reality but applaud the retention
odd twist invention
that all fists are clenching
bread roll with the foul fried to crisping
drowned in a cauldron of hot crisco glistening
rapped in a pennies worth of toilet paper fixings
sold at a price to make mouths spawn the drippings
this is why i stay home and eat alone
and never let the internet turn me into a fallow clone
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7. |
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verse
time to take a breather,
relax collapse
get back to rap
when the boom met the bap
i’ve been out
trying to rediscover composition
building up a strong position
and my holding on decision
a relic of the yesteryear,
with clear motive to vibe like i’ve arrived from 1995
alive usually right at the melodies peak
let the brain release a feast of intelligent speak
leak like sunlight through the shade of the trees
breath in breath out another day of relief
this track is strictly vegan with no reason for beef
not an industry standard but a breeze on the beat
seek like minded people with a reason be
and leave it to me
to eagerly see
the reason that we
are easily free
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8. |
Intruder
00:35
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verse
the world is getting shifty its uneasy to walk around
- hear a pop than fall another on the ground
what's that sound when your life slowly bleeds to ground
you become a front page figure that secretes a sound
knees are bound to the back necks and breathings down
unease is found but never corrected till lethal round
won’t say the names but show clips until the mental drowns
every days another way they pull away the crown
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9. |
Hold Please
01:57
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verse
to be
or not to be a sitting duck for play
want to run away but trapped where the hunters stay
another day another dies for a cold piece
of deli meats or a sandwich for those who feast
- sick of the cowards game
to use irrelevance to justify another slain
- shot three times in the back it’s insane
and then framed with a weapon that’s under his name
registered to carry but we all look the same
crooks on the prowl with a history of acting strange
doesn’t matter how compliant that you choose be
if you sit at home or try to put the kids to sleep
- walk through neighborhood
- parking your car
alone in your home is a step too far
what’s it going to take before they stop killing
to be young doesn’t matter to these top villains
seen as trophy so they don’t attach feelings
as the media portrays us in a slighted vision
no position
cut down before court provisions
stereotyped lifestyle warped decision
in short
killed for less than a few nickels
subways another place to add for the fickle
hook
one day your up than the next day your falling down
hit the ground with police standing all around
hear the shots feel the knees as their coming down
want to live but nobody wanted you around
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10. |
The Off Set
01:05
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hook
hush
no
fun to me
going to speak up to the unbelieve
verse
i live sleep eat breath
conceive this deep seed
to be me is a 9
a mind past the weak seize
walk the line blind confined to one state of shrine
the potato chip kind
orange with a twist of lime
no spine
and no imagination to unwind
robotic moves that don’t even have a base in time
how do i unwind
with lines that so sublime
make you want to order seconds of the morning swine
hook
hush
no
fun to me
going to speak up to the unbelieve
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11. |
Sad Endings
02:16
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verse 1
i live life that’s too close to the ground
and hope that sound is meaningful
a destiny to be a lonely heart into the demon pool
who wants a break when it’s too late to choose fate
the rules wait
when money garnering the birthing place
i’m a nervous case with shells in my earnest face
bought a toe tag incase my mom needs to know the scrapes
a lonely place when even the heart won’t palpitate
growing numb and shell shocked from the tv glare
like breathing air is limited by my seedy stare
black and dangerous
plus chains hanging to strangle with
aim a fist from a distance till wholes relief
in god you trust but you treat us like slabs of meat
hook
life's been dangerous
it’s too hard to hold on
when i finally take it to the chest it’s an old song
from back in the day that people know wrong
strange fruit season and the wind carries the notes on
verse 2
feeling like i have no identity pressured to be unstable
since the days of walking under rain clouds and tainted halos
wasting away trying to save a nickel for improvement
lost inside my own head
simply looking for a way out
walked the city streets till my shoes lost emotion
some spend life coasting
but i’m fighting for the scrapes
ice thin cracked with an empty stomach touching back
no help from the flawed system meant to keep me
sick and sleepy
missing school and couldn’t afford the heat fee
head to the streets where i'm harassed on daily
couldn’t save me from the blue light that treat me vaguely
handcuffed when just trying to be a normy
the day is stormy
at the time my mother didn’t warn me
friends lie with closed eyes never to speak again
back to square one when i thought these days were at an end
trying to reach the hand but it pulls away before i stand
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12. |
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verse
cold slab
old lad with a notepad
no grad
but still a tad bit rad
a sad mixed bag
between rags and sinbad
been had
by the lag of the wind bag
tagged like another meat slab for some beef hash
defeat crash when i peep what the week has
be fast
when picking up sub meat trash
or brass
may blast you to a weak crass
bleak past
led to believe last
when the one telling stories made the deep gash
seep gas till peak heat release blast
now laying somewhere between the blue flash
school crashed
by loss of another sad
they care less whether brother, mother, daughter, dad
what a gutter barter bag to offer money fodder cash
no apology but clutter up till the bother pass
what a lot of trash
the brash just quick past
get smashed if you think of a ripped sash
clash of the titan
against rational writing
the sad bits fighting for any lost
and still frightened
still here
though the cost is my real life end
exciting while enlighten with a pen
hook
sweep the leg be delayed
lay where the people say
be the day only when the rain brings the heat to play
see the ray as the sunshine moves the thief away
who to say if you move or stay you could lose your way
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13. |
Just Saying
00:53
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verse
looks like i lost the flick of coin
dropped in the worst
it’s obvious i don’t follow in the popular verse
is it odd to be worth more than a sneaker or shirt
yet devalued at rate that makes my energy hurt
think i need a rebirth or at least the speed to reverse
indeed the plea to be heard isn't easily served
using weapon of mass destruction to beat to the curb
every week is absurd and blurred by cowardice words
a killer becomes a hero every hour is worse
the power flower dirt yet sours hours works
protest become a mess when you get showered with hurt
i’m alert
stable with my feet in the earth
trying to build to something nice while the rhythm asserts
birth words to purge fervor from president jerk
nepotism is a fixture that hermetically smirks
find it hard to function right when you choose to divert
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14. |
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verse
don’t feel i have a breath left to speak
or plan set to keep
to hard to fall asleep when can’t imagine peace
and i’m falling to grief when ever cops chop a life brief
that’s why i keep inside lying low so bullets can’t find me
justice never had a good side for my refining
i’m to good at minding my own less they confine
think i’m blind trying to fit me in a box that doesn’t bind
it’s never the time to address the step over the line
but i’m suppose to treat you divine with spine misaligned
unkind developing scars on influential minds
what a time be when lynch mobs are assigned to seek
can’t find relief,
when even speaking out is another quick way for you to lie deceased
want to die is peace
not pieces of what i use to be
can’t look ahead if i’m just another eulogy
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15. |
No Stopping
02:40
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verse
thought i was alive but didn’t understand the plan to survive
covered in hives from thoughts of how i’m going to die
living a lie
trapped in a puzzle on how to get by
told to play it straight then can make it out the other side
but shots collide even if i’m standing waving hi
- truth is youth has got it worse
toy guns is a quick way to watch the c.o.p. burst
swing low till my chariot is under siege
- no belief in police when they over me
holster grip till gun tip is aiming at my dome
just want to go home but they won’t, leave me lone
what am i to do any time i want to go out
fear for my life till death is all i think about
2020
feeling like the times from the past
catch a bullet to the brain or get choked till out of gas
either way i can’t make it when they aiming for my last
hook
who’s first to carry the weight of the worst
black birth then right back into the earth
if i wasn’t meant to breath what's the point of having worth
lay locked
till back under the dirt
verse 2
societal presser boiled over pot steaming
along ways from the days of the lost dreaming
or priest screaming
bow down to chase away demons
i walk with reason
not a cloth swathed deceiving
blind sleep believing
something i could never do
i roll with a crew minus one out of the two
proud of the few,
things i have in my life
when i look back to get here wasn’t an easy plight
dark nights and club fights that made bullets stray
but to call for help was a death sentence almost any day
many laid their head to rest before my get away
my childhood rocked with the visions of memories
police treated me like i was born a sworn enemy
had to respect or become less of my current cemetery
doesn’t make sense cause they retain that hollowed bigotry
it’s hunting season so i’m next to probably meet end
hook
who’s first to carry the weight of a new hurst
black birth then right back into the earth
if i wasn’t meant to breath what's the point of having worth
lay locked
till back under the dirt
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16. |
Star Dust
02:29
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verse
i’ve seen a lot of dark nights and some sunny days
kind of funny cause i wonder where the money lays
spent many days staring in my artist ways
but my heart displayed a function that was unengaged
when it comes to stage many would just walk away
i don’t talk of fancy things just an honest wage
but upon the page i would let my thoughts parade
didn’t matter if they listen or just talked till fade
or maybe it does and i should learn to walk away
but as the clock displays time as a cautious stage
i’ve got a lot to say before life is lost to age
picking up the pieces trying to turn a different page
even more to see
when the borders free
of the court decree
i’m a wanderer
a traveler by my own degree
simply let me be
hook
you see it’s nights like these i appreciate
open minded to the idea initiate
turbulence tends to happen but i set it straight
on the wake of something good let me meditate
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17. |
Wisdumb
00:56
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verse
don’t feel like myself any more
it’s a chore to be adored
allure is more enforced than researching your source
of course i’m a corpse when short sourced for your courts
in support but coming up short on what it’s for
the poor stay wore down by store capture
four scores and still ignored to be absorbed
only pay attention when your forming a zord
sword cuts core and leaves the rest on the floor
swept under the boards so they won’t try to report
without a resource
your retort could be distorted
the four horsemen appear in politic portions
flames scorching
from vocal swordsmen with short limbs
forced grin
hold rank even when lore ends
pork skins goes pop when air force win
no longer free but dumb is being pored in
it’s boring
common since now is foreign
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verse
can’t sleep any more
my eye start to mirror a bad time
night light doesn’t contrast well with sunshine
lungs lined with mucus make it hard to function fine
feeling stuck sometimes in this place i’m missing out
a bout with myself to make sure i take efficient route
man or mouse
i haven’t figured out what i’m suppose to tout
guess i’m out of the drought
deep in the stream of a rhythm joust
should be out
but i doubt to much to make the clout
devout to the silent rout
or just phasing out
head drop to the pit of my elbow when tears spout
not a dab or fashionable brag
just bad
rotting on the inside and slowly becoming sad
a rancid piece but a fancy feast for the scavenger
scrub hands with lavender to try to cover
why i when others is a fight i aim at my existence
covered such a long way not seeing proper distance
with my persistence
does it mean i have long
the strong seem to win no matter how things should carry on
hook
lost and alone
out there
there
a long way from home
out there
there
nowhere to rome
out there
there
won’t leave alone
out there
there
verse 2
nothing like holding my breath, and hope stress doesn’t recur
sinking deep inside myself while flowing through your speaker
complete refurb to nerves and damage to my fingers
writing till the violence subsides no longer lingers
night swinger hair trigger finger brain arrangers
call the rangers bringing death to dark strangers
life is tricky and full of pity sometimes
want to vacate
stay in my room
close the blinds
want it all fine
hear the decline of many people
speak up and catch a nonlethal between your peep holes
where's the equal
sequel to 1960’s revolt
i worry about death and being dragged through the streets
till nothing remains but an object of non belief
would like peace without a severed piece of myself
- can’t reach for the phone when there's no one to call for help
hook
lost and alone
out there
there
a long way from home
out there
there
nowhere to rome
out there
there
won’t leave alone
out there
there
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19. |
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verse
i have conflict
with the meaning of myself as it stands
no one told me as i got older how i’d be as a man
nothings ever planned and the land just falls underneath me
nights uneasy
plus my days collide repeatedly
wish i had chance to go back sometimes
hindsight is fine as a reminder inside the mind
there's been many times should of made better decisions
my collision with reality straighten my vision
pain sustained
plus the loss of a life change
guess forever isn’t long when things are ruined by the pain
still i remain
- as a shell of a shell
when i fell it was hard to get the wind back in the sails
but i’ve got my health and an understanding of self
so if things fall apart i can manage to help
verse 2
never thought i’d make to an age that one considers old
remember walking alone with no outlet from the cold
loss of time and space, friends and a how to begin
staring off into the distance where the future is dim
risking life and limb just being outside of the den
with a feeling that the world was slowly starting to move in
- things improved when i found some relief
making music was a great way to further my reach
studied defeat
learned how to better the speech
rather than preach
i let the subconscious complete
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20. |
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verse
back with a kung fu grip that sits well above my eyeline
thinking of word to describe how i’m not fine
decline of the basics and blinded by space x
who knew zombies would garnish funds from many paychecks
stay stress
lay less
like weightless
less fresh
hands held close against chest
no breath
yet still alive till death
as the world falls to pieces i think what's next
global effects from the noble execs over my neck
folden a check and holding a bet
knowing the rest
plus no consequence when bailed out miss steps
government wage war if i take in breath
no time to enjoy but i’m forced to except
if i’m seen out of line than a dangerous threat
steady looking for some change while the bank is in debt
inflate with a check
but wait till the name is erect
america a shining star when it comes to the best
overwhelmed by an outbreak and still won’t test
won’t stress
- no mask needed for powned death
should think about the lives of the rest you effect
hook
screw who think it’s coo to
test tube
the rude who think it’s their rule to
let loose
the fool who just a tool used to
reck truth
how crawl is this spool of bull they let through
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21. |
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verse
rise and shine
bedroom blinds are always eyeing me
lay waste till the light rays are defining peace
- never easy in this meticulous mode
mind doesn’t fizzle to a point of want to go
steady but slow
and never know how the day grows
allegro
or lay low till the late show
my staple make beats even when cake low
even if the government is trying to move in strangle
entangled cause my angle is getting mangled
black man or dark skin feeling the range fold
need a raincoat, gasmask and an explain note
-to walk a few feet to resupply my only hope
nope
probably not the same mind scope
blind vote for same kind of lying trope
i’m america but the side you want forgotten
rotten
born with a mind that’s always plotting
but hear the popping and notice black skin dropping
instead of cars got to rent coffin
probably get repossessed when they notice my payment started stopping
-not really something that happens often
verse 2
can i get a hand
never planned to be losing ends
precious gems
isn’t what i’m out for
defund the government get them off the people tour
what a bore they utter more to cover sores
- i’m on the floor with police looking like local war
get a board some towels and a jug to pore
that’s how they make them talk even if it wasn’t yours
of course
hook
see how they do
profile and bruise
the wildest crew
the proud in blue
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22. |
Some New (feat. Bogedi)
02:00
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verse
The reach is out
This brother preaching about doubt
An empty pouch
And no knuckles to pull out clout
So what's that all about
A bum rapper that's having fun with lung pushing in and out
My pen plenty stout
While you pull your penny's out
Focused on the wrong addiction
I use diction and squash friction like a crucifixion
This crews forbidden
Sorta dangerous like puma kittens
Smitten with writtens
And this is just a small percentage
You've all been sentenced
To be about the raw no gimmicks
So give it up like a imac for fine crap
Cooler than an eye patch
No musket toting pirate
Slick lines are back
Don't need a hand
More like apply clap
Far cry from live rap
But still bring that vibe back
Raw flac straight from the jaw to where you at
With more feeling than dealing with a knuckle coated dap
This brothers is rap and you're just a rookie up to bat
What is that
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23. |
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hook
never in my life could i’d make it this far
sipping life by the curb and thinking up to the star
and i never in my life would i’d make it this far
sipping life by the curb and thinking up to the star
verse
glad to have my friends around me
even when i’m drowning
astounding
how i broke out of some life boundings
and found sound king
pound ground until my sound rings
even if i give it an ounce the rhyme stings
not down for shine bling
mind climb is my thing
focused on line scheme
never was a crime fiend
give me the mic and i can show you how the mind streams
hyped full of fine dreams in line with my eye beams
when ever the tide swings
refine what the times mean
candy coated soda pop rocks can knock a box of flakes
often late
up cause the mind wants to oscillate
another day to weigh long debate in calming space
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24. |
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verse
how many words are enough to be satisfied
if i die will the reason have a justified
walking out my door exploring how the moment will come
cop with a gun
mistaking the bike to be a weapon
death threatened
to every molecule of my essences
can’t ask questions
the logic is clear aggression
fear the weapon
black man a clear rejection
i hear the lessons
in talks of fueled regression
so what's next then
more talk leading to dead ends
if i should die before i rise from under the gun
let my friends know i led a life from under the thumb
harder to run when you have no dollars to sum
even if i were a king they would treat me as bum
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25. |
Tapped Out
00:50
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verse
a bag of bones dragging on half the path is ragged clones
macing show
back to song
rapping poems
factors known
this black cat will rack your dome
make you pack up home
than dial 9 for proper tone
should of walked alone
and spent the extra bucks to get a better microphone
the site is long
plight lights up your bias zone
don’t need a deal to bill back in form of quiet loans
i’m eyeing my own
applying mind till the shine is blown
not rhyming of chrome
or stuck with the bill of a flashing home
still make enough to build and take care of my ashy thrown
best grasp what’s shown
clash of the raptastic gnome
to dangerous round ink pen & pad so write on phone
any way so deep beats speak in sleep
don’t waste time on sheep rather measure complete
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26. |
The Claim
01:00
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verse
not really a lot going for me
surprised i made it this far
slipped hard but i’m back with a few scares
trapped in a bubble rubble debate
up late while the mind stuck on a contemplate
this year has been trouble no doubt
emotions keep me locked even when i want to speak out
cops tout and protest turn to viscous bouts
what's it all about standing for the reason clout
but when beating sprout
protesting breathing routes
how can i respond back with proceeding doubts
every step forward has hundred pulling back
and i can’t survive with aggression and attack
bullet to the brain or a knee until the spine cracks
what separates the bad when the good tends lapse
gang affiliate but it’s sponsored by governed badge
and a southern flag covered in official swag
reminiscent of colonial days
slave trade and thinking of ways to make the natives pay
time moves but it seems to circle round
doomed to repeat with lineage holding ground
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everyday starting to look mundane
can’t even claim sleep when i’m laying on my bed frame
how to retain a state of sane as life wanes
i need a cane to steady the pain and nothing gained feeling strange
plus the mental strain is causing my eyes to be disdain
as the clock swings and the plot rots down the drain
nothings the same
even my aim is losing flame
another day trying to retain a state of sane
clocking the blame
being in proximity range
dropping the change and pocketing pain
locking in blocks of lost gains
fault shame from not sharing the same brain
thought chain but i’d rather be not strained
the lone ranger yet indicated as danger
can’t lead a life unless it populates your anger
point fingers
anoint strangers
only if join with coin favor
enough labor
with much distance to savor
mind proclivity is at an ark ending phasor
ready the taser if any stress burst the blazer
sharp razors
hook
life is cold
ice will show
nights will glow
hate can turn a friend into a rival slow
fight to vote
rights revoked
life is choked
knife to throat
site is soaked
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no time like the time when the time stood still
in line with the signs cause minds look ill
if i’m just chill
than pride wants kill
what the deal with the real guess the real needs feel
why pills part of thrills
in the wheels of a deal
young kids lose will before they build for a will,
ill
still got to stack a rack,
if not a rack than just act like it’s backed
down to the nick nack of the patty crack
police lease your life than take your life snap
feel like i’m high jacked
from the tone being black
what a eye catch when the mind is attached
but you define that when your blind at the bat
no need to swing before the line is intact
if prime is the catch
to make the cheap latch
who cares if the workers have got to break backs
what of fake facts
and what a late lapse
school lost to the internet bait traps
crap
hook
lies
eye’s
apply to dirty disguises
stuck in a vacuum of smarter or the wisest
get it right or be departed from the hi list
i fit in the low margin of being high risk
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don’t feel i have a lot left to say as the day fades from my windowpane
becoming to familiar with the mundane
drained by the climate ahead
someday when i wake feel i’m better off dead
no longer in the right place
my words become the enemy if i don’t show the nice face
eyes burn
like i’m maced when i sleep
and i wake up abrupt with breath hard to keep
art sleeps
plus i think i lost my heart beat
another day to throw away regardless if i start weak
feel like the mind is all wrong
is it really me or just another sentence in a song
trying to hang on with both hands gripping the cliff
need my position to switch
and i can feel the resist
so this it
victim in the daylight
added to a phone reel to show you what the truth like
plus news puts it on to repeat
making sure to cut before the final breath is achieved
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