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Run
03:21
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half-hearted attempts of somewhat parted hands – gather around what's left after a handshake ends – & a simple mind his sinking – a state of mixed emotions, the effects of hours of drinking – don't care if ur really pretty or just getting to the nitty gritty as long as ur listening – to a beady, greedy, sort o' speedy way of thinking – where minds design rhymes of the divine to climb behind the real & the glistening – fake world of pop-chart listings – it's a margin of divided hearts stepping thru the yard of Hip Hop-art christenings – it's a pale cold stare thru the welfare & fanfare – a devil may care – smile 4 the camera & be elsewhere – pair of honest humble eyes looking at u – got u believin' in lies, bookin' the truth – payin' the price, choosing to loose –
in a world of dead mics & snoozing fools –
so what's the news!? – No there's nothin new! –
I guess Im just a little confused – about what u fools actually think that u do – coming out of nowhere & trippin' into the blue – thinkin' u just grab a mic & be kickin' it too – rippin', flippin' & building a single driven vision of thought provoking truth while travellin' thru a billion lightyears in an instant on a sound that constantly moves – being blessed with the gift to shine a light on these goods – is something not everyone simply knows how to fuckin' pursue – cause there's a trilogy of rhyme design ability, rythm rap flow & delivery – & even if I tried to teach – u would still have no clue – on what to do to be killin' a beat with nothing but a microphone & the voice that's given to u –
& so we run – run – run – run - & so we – & so we run – run – run – run –
thats what I thought – the essential signs of rappin' sport – deported outta the concept like refugees in the western world – as soon as we sorted thru the words he spoke – we made him eat his words & soul – as another dead MC disappears into blow & smoke – cause we both know this is supposed to host a show – outta vocals – a poster of a thousand ninja soldiers fighting in the backyard of a dojo – in slow mo – cause skills never die & dope will never run outta fashion hipster hypocrites coming to ur town like pop show castings – we be laughin' & craftin' styles more frequently than suckers be draftin' them – we're passionate ma friend – always on the hunt for the infinite immaculate path of ravin' rap- shit and – we came to suspend the fabric of dum & wack rap music in this establishment – till the rap fanatics mutiny is dethroning the pop- palace captain for a window mannequin – cause apparently we're all mismanaging the resources we're handling – & therefore mark the generation of the ever partying piece o' crap that lost it all while gambling – except for the magic of the moment we're scrambling – from
& so we run – run – run – run - & so we – & so we run – run – run – run –
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2. |
Eye4anEye
04:07
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A yo Im dead –
like pandas on steroids & tigers bred for slaughter – cause there's nothing to bother – as long as the customer pays for his order & the dollar is beating the quarter – another day filled with blissful relapses collected on a tape recorder – frozen images of disorder – thrown into endless depths of computer folders – yeah Im gettin older – faith is lost & regained, the thoughts of a soldier –
can't think of a time when I was much bolder – can't think of a line that sounds much colder – can't forget the feeling of u resting ur head on my shoulder – amazing how easily things are lost under a certain exposure – cause some images get distorted when u get closer – & in between the snap shots & secondhand poster posers – with chai latte and yoga poses – U be passively egressive like toy-soldiers with empty holsters – & I be a waste of time like video games and roller-coasters – & one day Im gonna make it to the top of this tower & shout down: “ I love U” at the eleventh hour – and on the next Im still gonna climb this mountain just to show them, Im still shouting –
A yo drank a bucket of water but drowned in a fountain – pissed & hammered plus without any housing – teared & feathered but still undoubting – u say my days are numbered but Im still counting – u say my days are numbered but Im still counting – u say my days are numbered but Im still counting –
maybe not a wolf but still howling –
a tooth for a tooth –
an eye for an eye – it goes
sitting at the edge of the cliff – found myself wondering about the what ifs – lost in angles and perspectives – loosing control of my senses – its not how u've been treated more like how u've been received – skip the order of the sequence & be the last one to bleed – I beat the finger pointing hand into a face full of greed – & meet bullshit talking motherfuckers at the end of their defeat –
see I need my peace – see I need the distance to breath – see Im not impressed by what u praise we're not alike – I wish it would b different but theres not much left insight to fight – I just wanna go back to feeling alive – dive into the light & don't be controlled by the lies that u call ur life –
so lets F the spirits of hindsight – & dance in the limelight – till we fall out of the timeline & light up the night sky like dynamite – despite walking a fine line of U and I – I mean a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye –
a tooth for a tooth –
an eye for an eye – it goes
an eye for an eye –
an eye for an eye –
Im gonna dig deeper into this mess – just to get some of this clatter of my chest – Im gonna swim thru all lakes & dive into the sea – just to let ya all know that I love this shit more than ya'll be able to see – and when it's all said & done, Im gonna wear a smile on my face – for I did what I love till the end of days – man Im maybe chasing fools gold in a maze – but not for all the gold in the world would I be trading this place – no ur wrong I haven't changed – Im still the same – cloud over the head, a heart full of sunshine tryin' to bring u shelter from the rain – practically sane – the bragging of the savage brain covers any shame – except when I shouldered ur blame – the water can't love the flame – they're counterparts - U know enemies by design – I mean a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye –
a tooth for a tooth –
an eye for an eye – it goes
an eye for an eye –
an eye for an eye –
an eye for an eye –
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3. |
2-L8
03:59
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this goes out to the living & the loving – the drinking & the drumming – the spinning & the running – the constant ringing in ur ears after a night of destruction –
it's a wrap, play catch up & meet me at the summit – dump it like the dumb comments of ur subpar Rap knowledge – I carry beats in ma luggage & move them with feats that take rappers hostage – laugh in conscious at the nonsense
& gossip that free spirits publish for a little profit – god damn it! U ignorant fools are obnoxious – 24-7 talking garbage, while shadow boxing with ur latest self-imposed charges – No! Im not sad Im just sad for ya'll living in bondage – a bunch of prophets tryin' to be the gossip & make us believe that this is what we need to accomplish – shit u startled little bitches really deserve the market got me laughing till Im nearly retarded –
shit if u don't wanna get shot at then stop wearing a target – claiming that ur artists– too many of u kids must believe in fairy tails full of witches & flying carpets – tryin' to wreak havoc upon the harvest –
so ring the bell & be the smartest fucking ass that invented knowledge –
a straight shooter always on top of every topic – till he gets haunted by the remains of his own stupid logic – reject the gossip but keep ur promise – & I guarantee that at least 9 outta 10 of u might test positive –
of actually causing ur bullshit apocalypse – but haven't even noticed that it started yet –
cause ur too busy with things u can't part with –
Until it's too late & will u forget what it all started with – till it's too late & u regret, u were a part of it –
be a part of the unestablished yet unchanged mindset that sets apart the hardly living from the sane – stay in the moment, be unchained – keep ur eyes on what most describe as strange and watch the little games they like to play – take everything with a gigantic pinch of whatever ur able to swallow – blessed be the mind that leads to follow – cuz too many so called great minds seem to be hollow – & dream of being free from the hustle – while the key to their struggle lies in between their money greed & false prayers, preach the gospel – It goes one for the trouble – two for the tummy rumble – three to all the dope rap cats & a BIG fuck u to all the dickheads who love to mumble –
I came here to watch dumb bitches become humble & stumble, tumble & fumble around a couple of dumb fucks that think they see how the cookie crumbles – Imma come a little “not so subtle” “lots of trouble” bursting ur
“I wanna be a rapper”- boxed off bubble – with zero fucks given to the artsy trends u said ur loving – mf I might definitely be troubled but at least I stopped the bed wetting & back stabbing long before I dropped a verse on track settings – u bitches like the rest of the rest of us could use some fact checking –
man stop sweating – U can't carry this scene like bad acting – u better off annoying the fuck outta somebody else - panhandling –
Until it's too late & will u forget what it all started with – till it's too late & u regret, u were a part of it –
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& If u got to, go ahead & give everything a meaning – until u run out of questions to ask – and die upon the fact that nothing ever lasts – nothing ever lasts – nothing ever lasts except the greed & the cash – the cheap & the fast – atomic waste leaks & the trash – floating in a sea of seemingly handy plastic bags – which surpassed – u & me long after we thought we had the last laugh over their dumb brands & TV commercial ads – man don't get me wrong, Im not even tryin' to talk bad – Im just tryin' to look thru the mass – of how & what corporate companies are shittin' onto my lap – while government office baby sitters got me in their grasp – urging me to buy even more of the same trash – made by the very same companies that established them for that task –
an economic state of mind in a capitalistic consumption land – man u gotta move quick & think fast – if u wanna take part in the outcome of ur future past – so what's it gonna be: a fight for freedom –
or some ignorant stupid leisure time full of meaningless erections – and second hand satisfactions – man u talk about vital elections – and claim to speak with a mouth of viable lessons – but instead of providing answers ur raising questions – reached out hands holding rifles – herd sheep into the canyon –
count ur blessings – it's the rise of the peasants – the fall of the heavens –
a call for better times u forgot to mention –
Im just one of those kids who like to see the ending – who like to keep combating racial tendencies u keep defending – keep spending keep pretending that the past was so much better than where we heading –
Im just one of those kids who like to see the ending – who like to keep combating racial tendencies u keep defending – keep spending keep pretending that the past was so much better than where we heading –
yeah I guess it's the fight against the hardly stifled, auto pilot not so silent racist views – the law abiding bible loving kind of lazy fools – that lived in these quarters of the globe for the longest time while u drive ur new hybrid to school – and tell ur kids that u only want the best for they're future truth – shit is madness but it's cool – cuz the catch is that no one like's to be told what to do – and so we walk thru bubbles of existence and tumble in the middle of the worlds indifference – it's quite deliberate and considered of u to deliver these bitter word shivers with nihilistic rhyme sisters – I bet u get late a lot with these kind of dynamite mind tricks by ur side – bitch – stop tryin' to sound like u weren't born entitled – try me & my kind only if ur willing to die for this shit – cuz after we're done with u, u'll remain silent –
Im just one of those kids who like to see the ending – who like to keep combating racial tendencies u keep defending – keep spending keep pretending that the past was so much better than the present u r having –
Im just one of those kids who like to see the ending – who like to keep combating racial tendencies u keep defending – keep spending keep pretending that the past was so much better than where we heading –
Im just one of those kids who like to see the ending – who like to keep combating racial tendencies u keep defending – keep spending keep pretending that the past was so much better than all the good u've forgot to mention –
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5. |
Dreamy
01:56
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I get lo – I get lo – I get lo
I get lo – I get lo – I get mo – I get no – I get so – I let go – I bet mo – I said no – I meant yes & u know – & so there's no way back to how it all felt before – no! girl I know ur impressed by the way u stretch ur legs & arch ur back once I kiss ur neck – & so we both progress
I get lo – I get lo – I get lo
I get lo – I get lo – I dunno – Im just so – I want mo – I kiss slow – & for sure I can see that u know – & so I guess I best reap what I sow – cuz although Im intrigued with ur physic I wanna get real deep real slow – physical attraction floating like a river boat – taking it in with every breath we hold –
I get lo – I get lo – I get lo
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Pd&Pn
02:49
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with a pad & a pen
with a pad & a pen
with a pad & a pen with a pad & a pen
set a fox to keep the geese – pull up ur sox & breath inside a box for relieve to keep up with what the fuck is happening in the year of COVID 19 – at first I thought it was a dream cuz for the love of god most rappers suck in the present day rap scene – but then I woke up & realized that this was actually their mic routines –
fuck it I guess u reap what u sow – nothing in life is guaranteed not even the keys to our soul – plus not every seed planted is gonna grow – at least beyond a quick 15 and a whole shop to sell ur soul – most likely tho Im just getting old – & fail to connect cuz Im constantly bored on the whole – & feel too tired to dig myself out of this hole – I spend my days gettin' blazed & on the low – fantasizing about stages I used to own
stuck in the past I try to behave & move slow – till time takes me away
a flash in the pan that became a thunderstorm – has to struggle with the aftermath of life's subtle tones – as we kick the bottle back & watch the stars align to muffle notes – pull on heart strings for nothing more than a couple poems – that I recite each night before I buckle down on a more subtle flow – until she comes again & we celebrate Life till the morning lights glow –
with a - pad & a pen
with a - pad & a pen
with a - pad & a pen with a - pad & a pen
a champion of many kinds Imma Be alright tho – feeding the music in my mind is taking up so much time I might end up a sideshow – but the honest truth is I don't give a fine fuck about what u might know – I reside where the drunken fuck ups laugh even about their own kind so – I suggest u only open ur pie hole if u got something to share that's insightful – cuz I got about enough useless chatter on my mind to fill in as an afternoon talk show psycho – u took the long route around I jumped the dino – & post on top like “why no” – normally Imma nice guy but when it comes to this rap shit Imma be prideful – frightful & despiteful cuz theres too many wannabe rapper blind folk running around these streets posing bona-fide bullshit into mics & think it's all right tho – Imma show yawl how it's done right tho – celebrating life by walking a tightrope – cuz of all things I call my own thats the one I treat mindful –
with a - pad & a pen
with a - pad & a pen
with a - pad & a pen with a - pad & a pen
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