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A Thousand Watches
02:48
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I smash the walls that they build, tactical splinters
Surpass the thrall with skills, amidst a massacre winter
Let’s just call it what it is, withdrawal it’s ill
Tangled web, a spider lies upon her ball of silk
dollar bills, ankle deep in wet cement, baby steppers represent
Take a minute for that second spent,
left a dent, no festive lens is seen a stressful end
So let’s pretend the rules they made apply to them and press repent
I wrecked the pen, ink spill exxon valdez
The best and worst of times, accursed minds inside of foul leagues
My falconry amalgam of alchemy on how to breathe
Falling on deaf ears, feather pillows smother sound asleep
Crown the beast claws scratching on the palace floors
Hardened hearts raising foulest swords the calloused forged
Sharpened blades serrated sparking in the darkest days
It’s been a while since they succumbed, but now they start to crave
I’m spending time like a billionaire with a thousand watches
Constant withdrawals, never thinking about deposits
The sound of faucets, steady drip of water torture
Wander lost…within a toxic torpor got them warmer
We celebrate the failure of those who had dared to try
As though the air we breathe is rarefied and there’s the lie
Pointing fingers grubby digits what he did was verified
Poison stingers So many scared to fly yet wear a kite
A cherub’s spine crackles under pressure spare the pine
Run for cover with abundant treasure best beware of mine
Too scared to climb rather see the mountain and call it quits
The kid making mystic potions dosage from a cauldron drips
No fault of his, the line is San Andreas random praises
The phantom paces underneath the stanchion hands in cages
No keys to find beyond pianos ammo reeks of hatred
I’m speaking statements catapulting past the recent wages
I breach the mazes they created, and reap complete amazement
Sometimes I sit back and can’t believe I even made this
But time’s signature is signed upon my contract
Written deeply in the wrinkles signaling my gone past
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It’s been a long time coming
I hear those ghosts start running
It’s been a long time coming
Cats are getting done in
Scrape the walls til nothing remains but the kindling
Sawdust and splinters choking out the bitter sting
Fit the strings around the points to best articulate
Morphine bag sways above the victim tricked to pick a day
Ricochets leaving more than scrapes and dents in here
Gaping wounds in heads of those who chose to lend an ear
Torrential tears flooding cheeks, hearts numb with grief
Only some can eat other, others run for crumbs that crumble teeth
A drunken creep, slumps to take his sips succumbs to sleep
None compete we cut each other down with glee to brush debris
We must convene before the teams are busted, broken players
Moves are made beyond the hopeful layers, votes for mayors
Note the neighbors turning the opposite direction
Ice-T my mind lethal, penmanship I lock in with the weapon
Toxic is his legend the map is ruined now
Soldiers love to shout a chant, but soon so few are found
They move around, chess pieces hover over trap doors
Stockholm the syndrome submitting kisses to the captors
Half yours the remainder is gone, tracheas stomped
I’m creating the bond between alien font, hatred and song, Kofa
JON?DOE:
maybe its wrong but once i introduce your face to my schlong
You'll say it belongs, then treat it like your favorite bong
Catching bodies- fade em with a fatalist jawn
Trust, i get my Corpus comma Habeas on
Once you get behind these bars I'm more than happy to judge u
Yall been tried and found wanting- we as Crafty as pub brew
Sext ya granny- I want a partner with the nappiest muff boo
Prefer my dingleberries tongue lashed till they subdued
And when im nuttin it's really nothing to be proud ‘bout
Nastier than Vladimir Harkonnen in an outhouse
Waist deep with goggles on, waiting till she drops the bomb
Sankofa he's the model JON? See I'm just a loudmouth
From whom you've come to expect disrespect in expectorate
Incremental excrement expressed in excessiveness
The flying orb from Phantasm who finesses and flexes it
Next to snap necks and stay connected to the nexuses
Plus give out pearl necklaces, breasteses gooed one time
While Stephen and I stand in the back and boo dumb lines
Looking down our noses at foes that exude unsigned
Chernabog rhymes its return of the Blue Sunshine
Acoustic tiles fireproof for when we vibe inside the booth
Stepping to NIMH a crisis move, diatribes your life to lose
Irreverent binge, wrecking your limbs you never will win, surmise you’re through
These seasoned vets can pepper your chin with combos the legend begins
Conniving crews talk of mutiny rocking a Judas piece
Pray the lord your tithe and dues to keep, sublime the muse asleep
The moods are deep, closing walls appall and suffocate the dilettantes
I sharpen steel until their will is gone, a killer’s spawned
Attila JON meets Genghis Kofa with the fangs of drones
Military industrial, my complex, harangue and stone
My language roams fields dotted with stones and crosses
Silversmiths the flow colossus, broken hopes and dozing monsters
Dope the mantra, anything less than that is strictly ghost and Contra
Surround my castle made of bones with moats of trauma
bless raps with magnificent words, sick and disturbed, to quicken the thirst
Hearses lurching into reverse, no mimic is worth or gimmick observed
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No Time For Highnesses
03:56
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I’m pouring my creative juices into bullet molds
Throw them in the cryogenic ‘til it’s time to pull a soul
In full control, load the clip, my mind spray begins
Shoot the gift panoramic with the wavy limbs
Transatlantic, San mechanic, zero strays
Penny for my thoughts playing C-note stakes
My tidal wave slaps, praise facts seek dope ways
Got them praying to weak saints hoping that the beach won’t break
Old ladies love him, saying he’s so quaint
So Oakland loans shark Detroit, and now it’s DOA
Noise I organize with chess, call me Rico Wade
A fam in dungeons with panic standard repo rates
Now that place you call a fortress doesn’t seem so safe
Got you cowering in corners reaching grief won’t wait
Your vision blurs when I’m closer, most to see Monet
I take it all, make you crawl, beat this RICO case
Kuwaiti sands shifting as the snakes slither fast
Aristocrats mixed with diplomats slip the gift of gab
Amidst the map the route begins with sharp thorns, announcing wins
A compass rose denotes the ways that I get down again
Petals to the mettle tested chain gangs and railroads
I speak my truth, never come with the frail prose
My Cuban links bring forth forms of missile crisis
Cold hearted, shed a tear and then it crystalizes
Smashing to the pavement, shatter in a thousand pieces
Each of them becomes a soldier that my power teaches
The sounds of neediness greed alive indeed it is
Fatigue is creeping in, hunger pang slang with demon limbs
The crowd voracious for distractions, so they feed them whims
Fixated on the sweaty cleavage of some Swedish twins
At the end of the path less traveled, is where my creed begins
Fighting the good fight against ourselves, that’s obedience
Another rapper steps and I snap him in five
I’m needing multiple mouths to spit the raps that I write
Lost within the ponderings a cavernous mind
hearing impaired interpreters at shows, the rapper is signed
Cardiac visualized, the aperture’s mine
Medicinal vibes my tribe is half of savage sublime
My click track is the crack of a spine, tackling mimes
Forget a diamond pendant, I want a map of the mine
Focused forward facing, not distracted with shine
The form of hatred with the horn of making acid of rhyme
Forceful flavor war proclaimer in the back of the shrine
Snatching your moonrock pebbles from the satchel assigned
No time for Optimists, they’re past their Prime with Rodimus
I’m transforming scared swordsmen into obelisks
Cement mixer driving the only time I cop a brick
I’m action based, you’re talkative, so put a sock in it
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Four Percent
03:28
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I’m giving my four percent, the 96 is gone
I spent it making it through the day so I could script the song
But better better that four percent can overpower most
Diesel egos looking dour, another sour stroke
I’m looking at you for the answer how do cowards cope?
Start looking for a tree and gather around the rope
The sound of dope personified I swim piranha strikes
A lotta of halfwits got advice and sound lobotomized
The bottomline, I’d rather cruise in the Econoline
Beyond divine, I transcend your petty gods of rhyme
You caught a body? moving mannequins maybe.
Your braggadocious raps are nothing more than fantasy fading
Calamity cadence, your whole career is the Lids store
All caps, so fall back when I spit war
I’m sick and tired of victimizers who pick a crisis
And sell wolf tickets, opportunists, slipping fivers
I’m the total package, Lex Luger, you’re just the bubble wrap
Leave your ego bruised and dented with a subtle tap
You run your trap Grizzly Adams, tinny hi hats
There’s no room for entourages on that life raft
The song colossus running past your cavalcade of clowns
Pregnant pause a dagger faberge is found
You dudes are finished, when moved to the spay and neuter clinics
Spiderman crews pointing fingers, saying who’s the mimic?
Truth I spit it the proof is their apoplexy
Tracks are deadly, man I’ll never let their raps affect me
Passion heavy, I wear it like a crown of thorns
Got me seeing nothing but red, Taurus with a mouth for war
Close the door hope the locks keep you safe from me
You sealed your own fate, a clone speaking fakery
I faced defeat left its grill reconstructed
Shattered orbital bones composed, my speech combustive
These cats are featherweights, disintegrate and float away
Posing in a broken motorcade decayed and hope for rain
i Don't body beats, i out of body experience them
And that second that they claim as close is clearly distant
Theory given CPR the breath of life when I connect to mics
Identikit rappers a factor, cannot recognize
I’m beckoned by the fire within withstood the test of time
The breath supplied is dire and grim, at the best rest decline
Select designs I’m driving again, intestines set to grind
Ingest the finest pine with some tin, conjecture gets the shine
I’d rather move upon it, walk the walk, but not pedestrian
No secret club with a special Knock that let me in
A heavy binge, staying at the table, plates that runneth over
A fork in the road to Roman nomenclature closure
Praise the sober staying humble while the drunken rule
Payments brokered by abundant ghouls who fund the fools
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Supplying fire bars, the molten lava rivulets
Saliva might just scar, behold the calm omnipotence
Tonight’s the time to carve, my scroll is songs of dissidents
The knife of mine is sharp, I stroll with thoughts and prison pimps
Forget a bass pedal, I’m rapping to the richter kicks
Berettas spray several hateful with indifference
Today’s a gray pebble, placed in this abyss to drift
Survey and taste wreckage chase it with a sip of cris
Aristocrats hold kalashnikovs to blast at gods
Find my baby steps immortalized and cast in bronze
Liquid courage bubbles bags emboldening brashest pawns
The crack of dawn, wizened trackers cackle in Saskatchewan
A breadcrumb for the nervous birds to pass along
The rest numb, spin inertia cursed, the wrath of Khan
Cadets stung by the blizzard trying to find the visage
Defying limits my science supplies the vice a twisting
Re-ceiving all the messages to overwhelm
Keep feeding self hatred till the golden yell
A soul to sell, behold tumult within a broken frame
The reference gone, washed away from all the coats of rain
Pariahs hide inside of old cathedrals, east of Mogadishu
Propose to meet you comatose and frozen toes the review
The ghosts that pose a rebuke inside abandoned lots
Hand to god they brandish gauze commandments scams and branching off
The tangent lost, frost creeping as applause fades
The gremlin eating gristle in the chrysalis, the palms sway
Grass dancing on the calm graves in long days
LeBron James as the curtains close observed a furnished note
An entree The best laid plans spinning with vertigo
No hombre, strictly trauma, psalms so somber sure to go
Strangers made of best friends can then amend and emerge as foes
The more I practice seems the worse it goes, cursed droves
Perch your toes upon the precipice and take a breath
Breathe deeply, scare your lungs like you can break them next
Three demons, one per shoulder with a fatal heft
The last one sits within me with his bayonet
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They Hope We Never
03:07
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Raise your voice, they’ll amplify it if it suits their needs
Hatred poised, damned with silence in a gruesome breeze
Traced with droids every movement tracked and closely measured
Too busy drowning to speak indeed they hope we never
Head of the trophy severed placed upon the mantel well
Give the guise of guidance justify the chance to sell
We must abide, supplying Ls in the form of payments
…Automated clientele installment fortune cadence
Cookie cutters stay sharp with the filth provided
Bravehearts emasculated for the silver lining
A hill divided, I still will climb it until I’m tired
People making faces just to get their grills admired
Gift horses with a stilted neigh parade for photo ops
The older cough above a platter stacked with stroganoff
No bogota but still the flow is potent, dope and raw
The Kofa law triplicate ripping it so the folks applaud
The contrarian, turn an open mic into a closed casket
fighting with the night, I’ll never go passive
so graphic the language that’s is frying your cards
1000 words per syllable Orion to Mars
Downtime is just a chance for me rebuild
Strategize on this and that with rap and seek chill
Getting away is easier said than done with
Empty moment, I’ve got to fill it with the drum’s kick
Serpents travel forked roads with their tongues split
Gulping every opportunity, not one sip
And once it comes,well, I’m running it dry
But it never stops refilling with abundant supplies
my cloud storage contains nothing but brainstorms.
so clowns forfeit before their faces can take form
It sounds morbid but I warn, the craft is serious.
Half Siberian cafeteria slapped imperious.
I pass the period with two dots so here he is.
Life sentences immortalized despite my weariness.
Or gear that he appears within in the pyramids cheering him.
…spearing half the theories unraveling then the tears begin
Dollars Reign Supreme Over Nearly Every Lobby
Got a dollop of that CREAM for the molotov and coffee
Hauling off to hockey punch the clock until it never ticks again
Kick the habit nun in soccer practice back to rip the blend
Sick defense, up the anti bodies, got me dipping friend
My drip is zen, need no components zone to this and bend
Hit the pen, without a state of mind behind the bars to grip
My parliament without a parlor trick, provide it marvelous
Why the garbage is regarded as the heart of this
The vibes that martyrs miss, find my frame of mind is darkening
Embark on trips, evasive replacement tasting the sample given
Forget the guardedness, I try to take the plan and live it
Won’t violate the ways that I was raised upon with rap
Kool G Rap the family tree roots that made the almanac
Bomb the track, megatron Obama slapping trauma stats
Just my dope friends and me, no entourage with pomp it’s wack
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Al Jourgensen
03:40
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The rap baccalaureate fracturing acts so glorious
After attacks the morgue begins overflowing with war we binge
Orchids from Kevorkian, sticking a fork in him
The grim reaper use the scythe to wipe fedora lint
No time for tourists I rhyme remorseless supplying forces
Out for fame…with names trailing on the iron horses
Flyer torsions, my adidas back in days before
Kirby Puckett made them face the cord, names are made in gore
Parade velour phraseology, I’m staying pure
Filet the policy, my basic ways acknowledge grief
A slug sliding on the razorblade and falls asleep
Sacrificial lambs, lay upon the altar weak
Spatter patterns on the sherling, flip the flavor higher
A cold world triple axel on the paper tigers
Late arrivals swearing loyalty on ancient bibles
The taste of metal, gushing redness, 80 shaken rivals
Reward the pen with a gorgeous blend, for sure it’s dense
No more pretense, No silver spoons, I got a sword to bend
It’s Uri Geller with acerbic relish serving zealots
A magic carpet ride, hop along the Persian relic
Circus pellets turn to landmines insides are turning out
Record numbers not the 45 or 33 and third
My secrets submerged, never blinking at the periscope
I deepen the urge, releasing some words for those who dare to hope
And there it goes, Ben Franklin anchored varicose
Shivers shudder from the heavens to the cherubs scared to grow
Prepare below because above is where the monsters dwell
Gators lurking for the gaunt gazelle need speed to taunt them well
I started early, playing keyboards of fontanelles
My heart is churning taking seashores with constant swells
The darkness turning into narcotic detours
Al Jourgensen, one more fix and it’ll be cured
No fortune spent beyond the time invested, seismic effort
Dive inside the wreckage, my saliva slices diamond treasure
I go against the grain, crosscuts, no time to measure
Rotgut sitting in the citizen with flight endeavors
Buckle up the harness fasten clips lock it down well
No time for g-force to rearrange the count felt
Slaughterhouse, canary coal mine the cowbell
Bought them out, prepare the whole shrine pronounce hell
Town criers voices echo in the empty streets
Yodeling a dirge, death’s cousin with a frenzied feast
Family reunions where the REM is carving them
Lucid dreaming choose your own adventure then we start again
Paralyzed, the walls are closing in, it’s hard to breathe
My ribcage grabs my heart and lungs and then it starts to squeeze
The bony fingers of panic attacks that slowly linger
And never seem to fully leave indeed they grow to cinder
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Shoutout to Muggs
02:06
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Suffice it is the way I’m rhyming off the GIANTS fit
Meanwhile, I’m that rapper repping in his SIA kicks
Somewhere in America, Fort Wayne to be precise
Map coordinates, the lord in this breaking beats and mics
A freakish sight to witness words from this rapping master
The disconnect between book and cover, flabbergasting
I pack a gatling gun for a voice box, the trap is sprung
The toy box melting down to soy sauce, pass the sponge
That’s the one, supplying detonator caps to beats
In grapes of wrath I take a bath, convey this masterpiece
Don’t ask for wreaths, I gave them flowers while they still breathe
Doing dirt by my lonesome, proposing skilled speech
I’m sitting at the windowsill, watching the world pass
Turn within then begin to build my own, whirled, fast
Christian like screaming bloody murder before god bless
I recognize a hypocrite so I am not stressed
Best in rhyme my inspiration steady infinite
Confidence in myself, surviving any incident
Walking in with a bell, your final call upon the vinyl spins
You’re holding on with the slightest limbs don’t even try to win
Wrestle an octopus, I’m seeing nothing but suckers here
Rocking that pullover circa Warren Sapp buccaneers
Tuck your tears behind those designer shades, no rhyme is safe
Put some acid in your sadness just to fry your face,
supply the breaks
It’s phdbeats from San Diego, catch the padres
While I hyperxtend entendres in solemn songs swans play
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Fran Gull
03:38
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look, I don't have room for hatred in my heart
but my lungs are storage units as voracious as they're sparse
Some sort of cupid in a stupor aiming arrows poisonous
No time for parlor tricks deploying quips for toys to lift
Hope the have that staying power Disappointment does
Breaking chains connecting shackles when they hoist the cuffs
I long for change like when Perestroika struck
Everything is going fine, but it’s all poised to bust
Looking great but that veneer is stretching thinner here
Looking back the past and week and say it’s been a year
Hindsight is just a trap, there is no mast to hold me
Firetrucks, EMS, and cop cars patrolling
Those are sirens and my rope is my day job
Tug of war, will I win it? I’m afraid knot
Footing the bill, shoehorning into pairs of smaller kicks
Walking a mile but won’t make it past the politics
(So) just go about your business, everything is swell
Creature comforts in abundance, there’s no need to yell
Don’t tip the apple cart, cause they will starve, we feed them well
Money making power, power making money, sells
Trolly cars carrying hipster rich apologists
And every February there’s a slight acknowledgement
Figureheads clear throats then read a polished script
Acceptance verses tolerance, watching the gollums win
Take some quotes to look the part, the barber razor looms
Kumbaya for just a moment we can play the tunes
Reading the room but the glass is armored, that’s a martyr
Got the stones to take that guilt and cast it farther
You ever see tear gas used against your friends
A few blocks down from a bridge saying never again?
Stormtroopers, state police, local cops spraying grief
Rubber bullet eye removal for the sake to say we’re free
Mops inside the jails flooded with the blood of victims
This is America, right? What a system
Salute the flag, lick a boot, praise a god, vroom a truck
Shoot a gun, be the facist, moving up, bruise the young
Pick a side, throw a punch, stock the bunker, wear the shades
Get the sticker, snake charmer, body armor, tearaways
Beat the ones you with disagree with cause they had it coming
Back the blue, taking cop selfies saying cheese and running
Cops represent the system, enforcing the status quo
Taking marching orders from power brokers with savage notes
The gas canisters are gone from streets, so most forget
That the system lives to crush us if we pose a threat
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Katana Blade Academy
02:44
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I do this for the love, not finagling to monetize it
grim flavor, not Jim Cramer, raving on assignment
My honest rhyme is thought that is climbing past docile islands
So there’s no way my truth and your feelings are not colliding
The stock of Bryden’s what I came from, with a side of Smith
Silver lining of a full metal jacket that provides the fit
Brigades run, death marches to viper pits, saliva sick
Turning in a project is the only time that I submit
The ice to pick, instinct basic word to 40 water
Seems the more we seek to have, the more we slaughter
They treat them bad and watch them come back for the reruns
Later seeking sympathy, yet receive none
Waiters peep it from peripheries and take note
A sampler platter served cold revenge to break folk
Drapes close, immediately the screams begin
Blood it starts to boil and thus the diving demons swim
Rappers claiming GOAT status, what's their code of honor for?
All I see are Jason Kidds spilling soda on the floor
I concentrate on strategy, they focus on the sword
Katana blade academy, provokes the calm to war
Stop conniving, the author arrives in his own shoes, walking silent
The toxic titan, leaving a bone bruise
for those with…one to pick Christopher Rios, punishment
Your fun it ends, blitz your heroes when my tongue begins
Do what we can and then it’s Gunga Din
A chunk of skin, a pound of flesh accountants crunch and spin
A sponge that wins, taking in all in, the bucket of loam
Best of luck getting blood from that stone,
The mess that was holds no candle to Vesuvius
Souls shudder when inhaling that effluvia
In tune with the moodiness, fence is Gary Busey
Picket cosigns and Mariuccis carry Uzis
That behooves me, the fourth horsemen with the luck attached
Watch the suckers duck and dash suffering succotash
Take it up a class, forget a notch, they tuck the sash
For that upper crust Augusta stash that they must amass
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I Am Death
02:44
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The day is over so I make my way to scrape the coma
Off of all their skin begin to binge with shots betrayed aroma
From Ancient Romans and Caesars the hands are cleansed again
Betrayal breaking the code of the living for the ways extend
A walking score board full of scribbles to erase again
Six feet deep my callouses, talisman taste the trench
Rosaries worn rough and then smooth again to make amends
The rudest end, unkindest cut so sup the latest trend
My blood is flooded with toxins to drown the memories
Charon on the way to next to leave, Council centerpiece,
Rest in peace best believe I leave the rest to grieve
Tearing at the flesh of life with majestic teeth, festive feast
Connect the keys to open locks of doors that lead to me
A billion breaths, yet they hope for more repeatedly
receive the scene with coldest eyes beneath this cloak of mine
I am the space where atheists and hope combines
So sublime, watch it slip away the spirits rise
That last flicker of their fear is mine, hear it climb
A weird design, seeking magic ways to slow me down
There’s no creed or secrets held inside of frozen ground
I see you digging this
Digging that hole
There is no more to this
There’s no control
I see them build cathedrals, tallest buildings for escape
My masterpiece painting ends within a tilted easel
The lord astray drawn and quartered for display
Stained glass windows don’t disguise the lies they stored away
The more debates they try to give me when their life is slipping
Whether starving, bullets, drone strikes or knife is ripping
I’m forgiving none of it, I just fulfill a role
Jerry Cruncher burning diesel dirt I’m filling holes
And so it goes, the undertow I have become the foe
But without me, life is worthless, so they summon hope
Creating vampires romance and novelists
Deities to try to dodge me by a god’s assist
Escapism seeking solace in mirage’s mist
The dare to love, the air is rust, for what? the cost to kiss?
I cross the bridge and take them over with a steady hand
Choir muffled through the brick of churches, work this heavy plan
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Walter J. Liveharder:
Welcome to Liveharder’s funeral parlor.
You getting murdered doesn’t make you a martyr.
Just buried in my garden.
Feel free to Pay homage to the dearly departed
Don’t be disheartened.
Dealing with blatantly Brain dead is draining.
Getting gaslit in the basement the job remain thankless
Another wasted painting on the mentally vacant.
All I see behind riveted is complacence.
I don’t mind Cause most of y’all don’t matter.
I’m tuned in. Don’t get tuned up. With all that chatter.
You’re ass got it backwards.
I am not a fucking rapper.
Fuck around and find yourself served on a platter.
I’m known for taking it too far. Over the edge your shoved.
Stupid is as stupid does. I’m taking off the gloves.
You want it you can’t get it. My city shows no love.
You going in the river. Rolled up body in a rug.
Sankofa
So many fall over themselves copping some gear to continue feeding the rich
But supporting dreams is the policy so I buy from my people keeping it sick
I used to pledge allegiance to adidas, cause Run DMC did, they seeded the turf
Nobody conceded, In league with the search, repeating seeking the need with some worth
But they’re just another company using cosigns to find a newer market
I have no need for their manure harvest, my movement is lucid and through w/ the garbage
ruin the carpet rolling it back rewinding the fanfare
Why have it if you can’t share with your friends and that is my plan there
I’m on a Panter minus confederate flags, vulgar power displayed
Word to Body Bag Ben, Hawaiian shirts, I'm plowing the graves
The trowel then raised inside of my hand is rusted
Smack the screen but you can’t adjust it, tarantula tympanic crushing San combustive
Plans adjusted getting discarded and denied the fastest
Your rhymes are passive aggressive, master the lesson, connect my mind is massive
Rite of passage is embroidering my raps on velvet lining caskets
So raise the bar, I’m flying past it plus your whiny half wits
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Sankofa Fort Wayne
My rhymes kick in like a turbobooster.
Fort Wayne.
Sankofa recommends:
The Mr Blonde / Mr Pink Tape
by Rock Solid x Burnt Bakarak
My guy Burnt teamed up with his friend from way back Rock Solid to release a bunch of beats I want to rap all over.
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Smoke Filled Room
by Juga-Naut & Giallo Point
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love?
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