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Metal Stetson
03:29
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In the sturdy thirst for knowledge
Practices best left in the 17th prevail into the 21st installment
An ever hurried world devolved too late to involve us…
So if the clergy won’t show mercy…surely the law must
It looks like College…but they’re the only ones learning
Wait…ever popped a solid wheelie on a locked gurney?
The clearest visions are often obscured by blurry faces…
So keep my eyes closed…the communal commode is thirty paces…
The metal Stetson rests just beyond the 88th axle squeak
Ankle braces…masterpiece theater…the cattle shriek…
That’ll be enough unless the herd proves the data wrong
Until then…grab a seat…wear a jacket…babble on…
Haven’t quite felt right since the last solution…
Up the dosage quotient…that should do it mass improvement…
Classic blueprint…trap the nuisance…sniff the scent
I bet you can’t quite tell if it smells of betterment or discontent…
Medicated vegetative states…They have in store…
And this is what we hold them sacred for?
Their complacence paved the way for the rage that’s been formed…
So best to brace for the storm
Our anger grows ever flagrant as we gaze at the floor…
Some form of ancient war…
Say no more…Say no more…
Take the paces, brace the door…
(Kofa)
The time space continuum got a tiny tear in it
Only got the wherewithal to stall, a derelict
Dear diary the theremin becomes my errant therapist
Prepare the rarest crypt for me lay inside of, fatal titans
A wraith arising with movements made imperative
Losing to 8 samaritans, passing by weighted arrogance
Hatched a plot to have again what dreams had promised
Turkish bath steam absconded with the needs admonished
A steady drip of fear from the bag seems to keep them honest
On edge enough to hedge their bets and get to work with traumas
I ski with sonics, ACLs are tearing, bedlam in the bedpan
A breath of peppermint treasuring threads of death’s dance
Learning moves from the dead in my dreams, they glide slow
Graceful fantasia brooms, Louima cries grow
Powers that be only serve to keep the places warm
Serving stakeholders on a shaking plate that hatred forms
Medicated vegetative states…They have in store…
And this is what we hold them sacred for?
Their complacence paved the way for the rage that’s been formed…
So best to brace for the storm
Our anger grows ever flagrant as we gaze at the floor…
Some form of ancient war…
Say no more…Say no more…
Take the paces brace the door…
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15 22 45 38
357 with a 9 at the pearly gate
Burly ape…inconspicuous trench…Shearling made…
On the call rain or shine…midday…early…late
Modified Japanese 30 gauge securely placed…
Stone cold killer with the ‘what me worry’ face…
Won’t see me coming…….I’ll be in the Jeep…
Sunk in the seat…munching on beef dumplings…
Bumping some peak Cudi…cunningly deducting
A plan to complete the job without leaving the scene bloody
The virtue of patience suddenly means something
Cos’ I’ll wait it out all week…it’s nothing to me buddy…
Espionage twisted with assassin’s procedures…
Break and enter…drop of acid on the back of her tweezers
Accidents happen…maybe place a tack in her sneakers…
Laced with a fabulous agent made at a lab in some beakers…
Stash a black widow into an Amazon package…Egregious
The things we conceive when tasked with deletion…
Reach in the past… re-pack what succeeded…The poison-tipped
Loafers didn’t work as intended…heave em’ in the trash…
6 million ways baby…No reason to retract…
Tea leaves…Read em then react…Yo there she is
Fleeing from a cab…Oh shit the driver’s shooting…
Now she’s bleeding in the back…
What the contractor doesn’t know won’t kill him…
Best believe I’m leaving with the cash…
(Kofa)
Transactions, masking who I was and might have been
Fighting for him life and limb, tonight's the night of sin
A hired gin from the frying pan the firebrand
Magic trick appear the cannon, disappearance sleight of hand
Saw the lady in the box, toss the blade, walk away
Constant aliases dropped the godless operate
Staying solo for life, no need to complicate
Fair dinkum, linking up to dead them at the Quantas gate
Caught the freight elevator with the luggage and dip
The haunted sending armies after me, a hundred a clip
No platinum plaques, supplied, for some who come with the hit
So I stay cautious, watching though none are equipped
Pride before the fall and I'm leaving before that
Raking in the dough though supposing the format
The ghost of a legend born of flesh and bone steps
Exposing the destined to some lesser known threats
Inconspicuous working on my various lives
Any shadows of a doubt, I simply bury inside
Got a hit across the river so I ferry the ride
Switched the plates with the buffet of nefarious times
Feel my heart begin to slow as the cherry is spied
Another kill confirmed, cut the check for burial rites
15 22 45 38
357 with a 9 at the pearly gate
15 22 45 38
357 with a 9 at the pearly gate
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(Kofa)
Three card molly Monte Carlo with the raunchy cargo
I’m folding laundry as the players pace with taunts embargoed
A haunted Garbo, greta with hansel, no Van Sustren
Chuck and Flav taught me well, I know I can’t trust it
Clams clustered on the plate next to spicy sauces
I lay my head down, but never rest nights are haunted
They climb piranhas teeth to hide the gauntlets
The mighty conquered, ninety types of monsters, Might have wronged them
Take the maglite with D cells to shine upon it
Raise it high, silver hammer Maxwell, apply the strongest
The flys of ghana circling the sheep to jump the fences
Torn apart by my insomnia sweet jesus beckons
Loose strings of what I once was, can never reconnect them
Table scraps flung from higher places feed the desperate
Just about to drift away, find escape from ricochets
Find the faces ripped with strays, jagged edges clips or gauge
(Tali)
Another Sunday morning, I sorely escape from bed…
Bloody murder: Country in mourning is how the paper read…
Sorry kiddo…Today, I won’t be able to attend the game
Gotta get the train…Daddys got some fresh bread to make…
The dreaded refrain…You’ll understand when you’re older…He won’t…
And his deserved resentment will land on my shoulders…We know…
I try to keep myself sane by saying I do it all for him…
But if I had it all to do over I know I’d do it all again…
The wretched scent of leather luggage filled with letterheads and gun clips
Next to venomous substances is an temptress too seductive…
Through all the sudden trips followed by restless lunches
I learned asking too questions is often met with reluctance…
Basis..need to know…just going out and seeing a show
If I happen to get the chance..death’s what I’m free to bestow…
In this life…a dirty napkin acting as a dossier passes…
Now I gotta find that poor bastard with the blue Cartier glasses…
(G Fam Black)
Razorblade cutting through that Caucasian flake
Todays the date, i wipe the smile up off that brazen face
Ain't came to play, hit the pavement got the whip parked
RIGHT ON TIME, it's 730 on the wrIst watch
The strip hot, fiends.tappin veins for that liftoff
comin out that pharmacy you finna get your script robbed
Strolled past some old cats coppin porcelain white
Steps crowded, crackheads scorchin the pipe
Pull the balaclava tight nobody need see me
Smoke cloud hallway like cigars at the speakeasy
Creep sneaky 2 floors pissy staircase
Lock pick slid an sealed this shifty mans fate
Quick dip, dissappeared like forgotten memories
So why i feel remorse cuz i jus lost an enemy
Remember them 2 olds heads coppin the sniff
Well those feds IDd an locked up the kid
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4. |
Stop Playing
02:56
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(Tali)
Some say I play too much…play with what? play with guns…
Play with dice…flagrant luck…4-5-6…Made a buck
Play with knives…made the cut…serrated spine…filleted the duck…
Playing spades….dug their sunken faces when I played the trump…
Playing Yahtzee with the posse till we face the sun…
Go to sleep…awake from slumber…play the numbers…pray to son…
Father and the holy spirit…sike…I just play for fun…
Might just play some Yanni…find a sample and…lace some drums…
Play loose with the rules…i'm a naughty dude…
Properly or sloppily…either way I play…I win…capicu….
Asked your favorite speaker for a verse…he said he’s dropping two…
Played a snippet for the reaper..said he’s probably copping too…
Scythe sharp with the fine art…don’t be shocked when I rock the Louvre
Till then…I have naught to lose…and I am not amused…
If I had a knot for every mom and pop who made an excuse
I wouldn’t still be here on this backstreet…Playing the blues…
(Kofa)
Stream of consciousness is more a flash flood of fears
Exsanguinate the pen as soon as any cut appears
Every track attractive in a special way, my tractor beam
Just before the shattered shrapnel crackles, watch the glass careen
My tactics lean tapping on the glass a ghost in shoes
Just when you think the coast is clear, we erode the dunes
A trove of goons inside a treasure chest that’s rusted closed
Wisdom from experience that knowledge says i must have known
But until I live them, words are just some sounds they make
Wishing well pennies cast inside a fountain gray
I keep my counsel safe, circle tiny, lonely speck
Just a dot inside this universe I lurch with molten breath
The dice is rolled again, behold the tent above the graves
Survive the cold and then, the souls that spent a rusted blade
Percussive ways, enough grenades to take away the pain
But the armory guitar that weeps in diesel makes it stain
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Golem's Grin feat. ACT-1
03:22
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The folly of facing TaliRod, molotov acknowledgements
Split the baby, ways of Solomon, razor to Gollum grins
Rod Strickland slicker than the olive squeezed in bottles since
Forget a vowel they bought a limb, the price the cost of sin
Bob Costas in prosthetic skin, to mask the monster, let us in
Splinter cell inside the trojan horse, remorse, indebted kin
The medics spin hermetically sealed fields of dreams within it
I hold my plowshare like a sword no screams diminished
A beast admitted for a moment for his own safety
Watching shadows creep on white walls so hazy
My son dial is a phone call every seven days
Gone to seed, my voice travels in a fettered maze
Plead the case until the 12 became conjoined twins
Rose colored glasses, acid in my ointment
Freudian slips twist anointing the next to save us all
Rise above the storm I made to take a grain of salt
(ACT-1)
They rap corny ad naseum
Avoidin Battle, They fragile as cracked porcelain
As a kid, I was taught that your soul is the cost of sin
So I sold that shit and now I’m guaranteed to always win
Wanna toss a life vest to the less fortunate
Trying to keep they head above the water like a porpoise fin
Trying to be kind While I’m still looking at this side of the coffin lid
But dealing with you awful pricks is tortorous
We Rush the stage like a smash-and-grab
Nowadays the game attracting pussies like a bachelor pad
Once they hear the VLTR KMBT collab
rappers getting quiet like Rakim when he was signed to Aftermath
Your output and your work ethic is the worst
Sankofa put out 2 albums since I started this verse
Hard at work on producing art that’s regarded with worth
only rap part-time, which is why your shit hardly works
fans reacted to your last shit like a fart in church
the shit you dropped before that - None of us hardly heard
The truth is here and, I’m sorry, it probably hurts
Godless smirk plastered on my face while I watch em squirm
(Tali)
I spew a fluent mucus storm everytime the music roars…
Moving with the smoothest form…I’m a sturdy proven horse…
You’re a stumbling newly born…A dime a dozen donkey…
Don’t fuck with a unicorn…you’ve been warned…
Used to pour liquor out for the lost flock…
Until inflation got me figuring out it’s a lost cause…
We’re rotating upon a caustic rock that does not stop…
So at times I keep a hot broad in my pocket I call Glock…
Used to call her Taurus but she got a little too judgy
Chugging all those 45 Colts made her middle too pudgy…
Never will a bitter crew touch me…my dudes are literal monkeys
Dragging their knuckles through muddy waters
Mumbling to the instrumental for come clean…
Whether pondering the truth or steady mobbin in the zoo…
The difference is minimal…got that from a shaman in Peru…
Should have been born a dog so I could go jogging in the nude
Phew…this animal cookie got me feeling awfully loose…
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We Will
03:14
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(Kofa)
We will seek the evil, heaping plates of vengeance served
Blood alcohol on chipped yellow paint, to drench the curbs
Intensive burns third degree the worst indeed cement sojourned
Clogging up machinery with sprees the wrench, it burns
Torrential rains spreading over systems hydrochloric
Kings cower under crowns, hide inside a fortress
The knife absorbent, thirst is slaked for this accursed fate
Feed the lust, find the sheath, insert the blade, the dirt is stained
No urgent claims, the vultures circle churches strained
Bullets flying fast, die at last that’s the murder train
Crematorium smoke makes it hard to see the sun
Gray days, cadaver clouds announce the loudest grief to come
The secrets numb, carried in forgotten vessels
Grasshoppers chopped when trying to hop from stocks and pebbles
The reverend overworked yet faith is lost to obsolescence
Sequestered hoaxes turn debaters into awful weapons
(Tali)
A living isn’t given…an earning doesn’t judge…
A checks a check…as long as the wording doesn’t smudge…
Begrudge us if you must but we were never much for trust….
The world that’s been constructed wasn’t ever one for us…
Enough’s enough…famous last statements boldly shouted
By those whose exact placements remain wholly shrouded…
Lowly cowards turn ferocious when the throes of power loom…
Those who run into the smoke will often choke on dour fumes..,
A lack of hesitance can leave the bullish crooning sour tunes…
Power moves are the result of hours consumed…Scouring
Through surface levels of rust till’ stakes have improved
The ride may be a shade rough…but trust…the escape is smooth…
Make some notes about the ignition and fix the suspension
But don’t get under the hood unless you’re sticking a wrench in…
Minutes and seconds are the differences between peerless successes
And total loss…So know the cost…and steer clear of death's grip…
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7. |
Papillon feat. JON?DOE
03:29
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(Kofa)
Leadfoot, brick mitts, heavy on accelerators
Going for the gold, an alchemist propelled to greatness
Propellers raging, gravity my adversary
Between their vertebrae, you’re soon to find a hatchet buried
Acoustic grind powder mixed with all the louder riffs
This is for the prisoners who weren’t allowed to live
The sound that lifts beyond the bonds of constant bills to pay
Why wait for more tomorrows when we can kill today?
I forge resentment in the fires just to build the blade
To form the weapons that will spill the blood and bilge remains
A furnace made of every time that I was targeted
Looking at the younger me, I wish that I was far from him
But the bargain bin of what remains is made of me
Garrote string puppets jerk along the make believe
Thick lashes clumped with Maybelline frame the painted scene
Staggered fiends gliding sideways, eyes a crazy gleam
(JON?DOE)
I gotta get away, they never understand it
Planning my escape from this damned prison planet
Barely conscious, indentured into servitude
Driven by our daily dose of media to stir the mood
Predators slay the sheep and they've conned the 10 beyond me
Into a getaway as sweet as Akon and Gwen Stefani
For this exercise we discnnect the lies
The mob mentality, banality in experts guise
Feigning my resistance in the sacrilege of action
The bane of my existence: this happiness I'm trapped in
The immaculate distraction that's been nigh revolutionary
Trapped in the designs of the High Evolutionary
Yall fight the power, I sleep thru the awakening
The threat of life devoured while we speak truth into greater things
Dont bother wasting effort to deceive me w some hope to cling
Just lock me in the dream machine and feed me through the opening
We gotta get away.
Drownin in this fantasy, no plan to see a better day
We gotta get away.
Hard to find a corps d'esprit when your release has been delayed
(Tali)
Laid back…Reminiscing of days past…
Running on the train tracks…runaways on the same path…
She raced toward the action…I looked for an escape hatch
Her ambition and my caution made for a great match….
Wasn’t surprised by her rise in the ranks…
I was there the whole time… the heists she’d try were insane
Fire in her eyes combined with the ice in my veins…
Meant we’d ride till we thrived or died ignited by flames…
Drive baby drive…Catch us on a plane fly baby fly…
Para glide over Cyprus…reunite in Dubai…
If the tide gets too high find a submarine to slide in
Move subtlety…Till the muck is clean…
No such thing as sleep for the likes of these…
Playing a perpetual motion rendition of hide and seek…
Piece of advice I received from my wife…Never try to bleed…
And never trust a person on your team you see not trying to flee…
Just leave…
Gotta get away…
Gotta get away…
Gotta get away…
Conquer or retreat, but heaven’s sake, don’t ever get detained…
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Plebeian's Bargain
02:58
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(Sankofa)
Detach myself from all the fame and glamor, Mademoiselle
Remain enamored with this stay in hell and play it well
The rat compelled awaiting treats, lab of maitre d
Justifying so I make believe with graceful ease
No suede lapels, just razorblades in collars taped with Ls
Palatial grief, wringing necks, best to taste the bell
Wonder how betrayal felt? I keep reminders
Just to stay on point, anoint with poison made of vipers
The wiper blades are slicing through the rain that dares to fall
Phantom limb I’m pantomiming to prepare the call
My vision clears for a moment, then the water floods
Hazy days when the glock erupted got them slugs
Whack a mole, insider information popping up
Blackest soul, painted over conscience, talk is tough
Colossal guts, it’s hard to eat before the passage
Tossing lunch, even when I keep it sort of placid
Apple of my eye inside the serpent sort of savage
The source of madness is calm, but more dramatic
Forging panic from the aftermath when going sideways
Make it seem like random but I planned it nine ways
That’s just the way that the knife sways
Pack a Sword of Damocles with panic we buy grace
The other shoe about to drop at any given
Machetes glisten with the redness that can end the quickness
That’s just the way that the knife sways
Pack a Sword of Damocles with panic we buy grace
The other shoe about to drop at any given
Machetes glisten with the redness that can end a witness
(Tali)
Resistance decreases with every minute relinquished…
In a manner befitting the genus…this is the pretense…
A riveting sequence implicitly ridden with imminent demons…
Missions recalibrate the instant regimes flip…indeed it’s
Tough to keep up as the syndicate deepens…
The standard of caliber drops as the vision is cheapened…
As long as the dough continues to knead and business is frequent…
The best I can do is ensure that my biscuit’s the cleanest….
Stuck between actively learning and learning from past actions…
Some call it my prime…but I call it exact axis…
Fact is…This status only lasts till it passes…
And we’re the last ones to know so best to fashion a lattice…
Keep the knife edge salient…keep the scope free of fog…
Stop speeding through this marathon…the whole key’s to jog…
Keep involved in the scene or retreat from the brawl…
And either way the beat swings…be at peace with it all…
That’s just the way that the knife sways
Pack a Sword of Damocles with panic we buy grace
The other shoe about to drop at any given
Machetes glisten with the redness that can end a witness
(P-Ro)
Gotta keep these plants watered, my hands potted em
Certain expectations once you’ve hit Manslaughter
calls get heavier, the job becomes easy
Don’t gotta get un-queasy son believe me*
it gets Second nature-
It’s almost uncomfortable
When you around normal people that look up to you
-but I wear it w pride
True professionals never fear it inside*
I swear it from my spirit you can hear it in mine
I keep my standards in line, all Clear in my mind, it’s just-
Drills and spars, kills and scars
Keeping ya steel sharp w these skills is harsh*
Cuz everybody need me eventually
But until then, they don’t care bout mentioning me
But they hold me to a standard that I control
-I hide the scroll cuz it’s lined in gold
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11. |
Sea Pink
02:35
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(Kofa)
Forget an A game, I’m bringing my alphabetic melee
No need for raunch slash career launching pad, hashtag Ray J
Kirelenko jersey closest your 47 ever got to an AK
Scale factory workers for the methods best to make way
Maybe I’ll leave a pair of SIA shoes in here for your souvenir
Watching Justin Lim’s boogie van go by, maybe recoup an ear
brushstrokes via bristles taken from breaking street sweepers
Lollipop christ with the crucifix stick, sweet jesus
Connect the dots, my constellations deal with falling stars
Elasticity of thought that’s free, some seem to call the guards
And all the bars bend into a new form, a vision is born
My brain umbrella tries to hold it all away, so sick of the storm
I level city blocks with a single thought, they try to kick in a door
This isn’t a war, I’m just warming up, Royalty, different for sure
No crown required, inside my heart I found the fire
Inflammable veins course with lava, decipher the sound designer
(Tali)
Make way for the B-team precinct…Chief green…Breathe deep…
Beep beep…Ceaselessly covering new ground speedily…Sea Pink…
We bring…Fiendish seasoning to the brink of reasoning…Nietzsche…
Brush to the canvas…flooding the stanzas strategically…heat seek…
The melted remnants of these three crowned legend’s thrones
Will supply enough lessons to feed studies of future freestyle sessions owned…
Easy bro…the master key is ‘need to know’…To grasp you need to grow…
Hatch a seed to sow…Proceed to hoe the patch…de-weed it slowly…
No holding back…Just pushing forth trying to polish this vision…
A modest mission accomplished… psychic automatism…
Fondness will hold staunch as long as righteous profit is driven…
So be wise and listen to Linus anytime he’s dropping his wisdom…
Establishing the canon real-time is a passionate pursuit
Every expression is sapping but the clapping of inhabitants is food
After we’ve passed all we can ask is that we’ve added bits of truth
And as if the catalogue isn’t stacked enough we’ve added this as proof…
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Sankofa Fort Wayne
My rhymes kick in like a turbobooster.
Fort Wayne.
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