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1. |
It's About Time
03:26
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I’m exhibiting a visitor’s inquisitiveness
A new pair of eyes to pick up all the bits that can drift
Cause sometimes
A lack of sleep is sapping my abilities
Once I’m
Falling, I reactivate the will to seek
We have a way of forgetting what does surround us
Soon kingdoms we chase are rendered to brown dust
Surrender an ounce of the rush I put myself in
And ask why I violently go into hell’s spin
A rage to melt limbs wrestling the clock’s hands
Replace compelled grins, dancing in the hot sand
Broken glass plus coals to rake myself over
Too busy to reach when hate is held closer
A painted pelt signifying that the game concludes
head and pillow and the drain ensues
A maze of clues to replay in dreamscape
DNA-lysis breaking down the weight of each trait
Used to be a bible of the world’s cliches
But knowing the words isn’t singing the song
Why
Do
I
Keep going fast like something is poison inside
I
Will
Die
And all I can do in the meantime is live my life
When
I’m
Gone
There’s no redo that can bring me back
So I
Sing
My
Song
And if you’re so inclined, feel free to sing along with the track
Watch the capabilities increase as time dwindles
Giving you a bric a brac of vivid rap to dive into
I’ve been through life’s sinew, driving a knife, Ginsu
My tradition a rhyming mission, visit vibes with you
Size 52 extravagance extravaganza
The happy rapper writing slaps with a panda
Pandemonium, Fort Wayne to whatever home you’re in
b-boys and girls getting down on old linoeleum
Duct tape covering the tears, what has been repaired
I’m one of the others, set to mutter, grin and stare
Some are talented in such ways so I appreciate it
So i relax in a comfy chair and kick the cadence
Showing Love is showing up, maybe soon we grow enough
Helping others when the need arises, and so it does
The value of community is my reassurance
After all my dealings with so many thieving cheats and vermin
I try to have negative space, but I want to fill it
Did you hear that ghost in my haunted village
Can I draw one picture with a sonnet illest
Anabolic, visiting a solemn stillness
Did you hear that S fade
Each son headed to the next grade
I love the rhythm and I’m caught within the trap it makes
Extrapolating rapid facts and that’s an act of grace
and who started this race?
some carnival farce of a maze
And the rest of the circus is marching away
As the breath, it disperses in darkening day
There goes that sun
And I sit here cogent of a frozen tongue
It was said someday we shall overcome
May rope not be what my hope becomes
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2. |
Kevlar Cheshire
03:49
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Big Apple is the place that the pizza disappears from
Hunger’s double bass pedal pounding on my ear drum
Dave Lombardo with the engine to my appetite
A misfit slayer of the trays of greatness that arrive
I kick this flavor, washing it down with
Same thing I said before, pour the brown fizz
Rep from metropolis to township
Next comes the possum in a clown kit
Contestant in the game of life, cheating death plays
Somewhere around my shoulders, I can feel the stress stay
And when sleep won’t wash it away, what will?
Wish I had an answer to say
I mean life doesn’t hand out all of the puzzle pieces
Meant to fit together at the moment that you see it
So hold that fort until your Voldemort is golden ore
And take just the pieces that you need to roll and score
I’m pragmatic, optimism with some armor plating
Kevlar cheshire, but the charm is fading
Yes y’all lighthouse at the harbor waiting
Excited for another chance, man my heart is racing
In the orchard is a serpent and a lady made of rib
Spare parts made a scapegoat that’s able to stick
If knowledge is bad, then what’s the point of parables
Can’t reap what is sown when the loam isn’t arable
Then again, a cynic would say
That the more you know, the easier the bitterness stays
And some shining lights are better hidden away
Daily lead embedded with bread forgiven today
Maybe it’s better to pretend the bars aren’t there
Than it is to try and wander past the guard’s hard stares
Keeping watch with white knuckles and coldest orbs
Ready to strike, rumbling guns, patrol for wars
The executioner’s mask a uniform for the true to form
Walk that line or receive a muted bruise of storms
A gruesome sword somehow succumbs to the pen
So what’s that you’re trying to sell me again?
Is it all accountability or a lack of self-confidence
Like where we’re from isn’t good enough to conjure it?
I’ve sold a load of garments, not a broken hearted local artist
We’re best being ourselves and that is dope regardless
We’ve got the seeds to grow, might as well provoke the harvest
No frozen martyrs posing hardest for some golden arches
Behold the start of an artist renaissance in your spot
Heeding the urge to create when the iron is hot
Whether you’re tired or not, fighting fatigue after a long day
Making something can make it count, beyond an entree
Palms raised to the sky like why is it
That our minds dive inside of sciences
Heightening awarenesses and trying to live
Going ballistic on rivals, we’re tribalists
Who might submit just a little life and climb some cliffs
So maybe put this in your car and take a ride to this
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3. |
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And you can bet your man scored
A wardrobe from the secondhand stores
Now my feet demand more
A pair of Clarks sandals my only yearly new pair
Toes dangled over the front because I grew there
Penny for your thoughts in a nickel plated jar
A dime in the rough, quarter past time to starve
Even after savings had started to climb
I still live my life an Aldi quarter cart at a time
Traded in a lot of savings paying off student loans
College the perpetual trap to snap your fiscal bones
But the parasite is smart enough to never kill the host
keep sucking blood until the bills bewilder most
Bankruptcy won’t save you, word to Joe Biden
I know people who won’t answer the phone, hiding
Behind their caller ID
Trying to get a piece of every dollar that they might see
My credit card is not a savings account
Many are mistaken, that is why it’s making them drown
In ‘93 it was a big deal I got a credit card
Then banks figured they could sell your debt and get it large
Almost every custom pair of kicks in my closet
I bought with cash back bonuses, boss tip
20 turns to 25, 40 goes to 50
So I plan ahead and get for free the fresh that fits me
529as for each of our sons
Trying to get them a head start on college loans with a bump
Odds are good that'll only cover their meal plans
The price of tuition keeps climbing seems a real scam
I’m not using bricks of bills to make my phone calls with
My phone bill is big enough as it is
Then again, that’s probably the amount that I’ve paid
For all the years of data that I’ve frittered away
Grown up style, now I’ve got a mortgage
And for the next forever years I’m paying for it
Refinanced to get the rates down to 3 from 6
believe me, we’re not living like some hedonists
Put an extra hundred on the principal each month
Just to speed up the rate that we can be free from
My wife’s got the dope job and so we breathe a bit
IRAs and 403bs, it seems legit
But that's imaginary money that we don't touch
Until the time comes, A&W are grown ups
Gas station stops with some pops in the foam cups
And memberships to dope spots so our sons can grow thus
Money makes the world go ‘round
Chasing its tail until we all fall down
Now, it serves a purpose
But when wants become the needs we need to reconvene and seek the meaning beyond seeking recent purchase
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4. |
Convertible Hearse
03:09
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They march, complacent, in assembly lines from bargain basements
Who harbors hatred for the robots coming sharp, serrated
Far from faded, I focus closest on a parchment, ancient
It seems like every word I breathe is an artist statement
So carve away and make a name inside this arm I’m raising
Flipping a coin to see which side of mine is part amazing
I fight the good fight until the battle lines are blurred
My uppercut will send you into thinning air, minus earth
I take a minor threat and dig deeper time is kept
Minus heft, wrecking six speakers when it’s time to rep
So line them up sequentially, prepare for downpour
Torrential flash flood monsoon of the mouth war
I rap with purpose, I don’t want it if I haven’t earned it
My pen moves the same speed as a taxidermist
My savage sermon’s smacking folks who pack a batch of vermin
Your nose is twitching from the blackened smoke of trash I’m burning
I enjoy what I enjoy with no endorsement attached
As though posing with a product is some glorious act
Or even nose candy snorting one exorbitant stash
Better stick a fork in it fast and morph to a mask
You can’t keep see my rap, front and get your cornea scratched
Every moment from your story is choreographed
Got Konfewshus, ready to go to war with a scratch
This is more than a rap
Pen nib gripping the sheets, taking treacherous curves
Someone better than this? best not mention a word
Lest your liquor store supply is steady drenching the curb
Bringing in a new truck with every sentiment heard
So don’t ever start, the better part’s, discretion observed
I send a seminar with Dan LeBatard and an urn
Have Stu Gotz botching your memorial speech
And run the playback for promo, let the corniness cease
Any challenger arriving, best to forfeit and dash
I slay the beast corporate, being the source of the trash
No reward for the meek, I keep endorphins in fleets
My voice the weapon sleek commiting torturous feats
Steady starving while the fortunate feast on seven courses
Divorced from disease releasing my metaphor blitz
A forceful fortress bordered by the deep ravines and gorges
Crooked perspective, I even breathe distorted
Stephen’s storm is bleak, enormous, no need to cheat the warden
Peak performance motormouth delivering complete elite assortments
To be supportive is offering props or copping tees I’m hoarding
Some live tonight like they’ll never reach the morning
staking my claim and planting the flag
Broken down to elements, commanding the brag
Slang commandments for my anchor, keeping the pole steady
The flow, deadly, venom floods my soul levee so heavy
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5. |
Don't Call It
03:01
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I’m here to lose so I can gradually win
Can you see my frustration getting trapped in a grin?
and when i’m gone, i’ll be thankful for my time here
And progress won’t coincide with a dried tear
My beard will return when I’ve run my first mile
And each baby step along this journey is worthwhile
I’m following advice ‘cause I know that I don’t know
A guy with a foot that doesn’t work, it’s time to grow
I write a note to turn the jumble into make sense
I want to walk without a limp, I want to run, hence
I’m here guided by a dude who’s pragmatic
Here’s another exercise, so have at it
You’ll going to fail, but give it a shot anyway
Another slice of humble pie, stacked on a heavy plate
And if you get that, here’s a little tougher one
To get where we’re going, we all had to suffer some
Trash bag duct taped to my leg to keep the cast dry
Psycho showerhead visions, it’s the last time
Trying to find a new normal to validate the invalid
Achilles goes snap, hope I don't reinjure it
There’s feeling sorry for myself and there’s doing what I need to
And having my leg taken away from me makes me see through
So much for running as my way to stay balanced
Looks like writing a zillion raps can keep my brain challenged
But what about the patience required to be a dad
Not snapping at my sons with every conversation had
There’s not a more important job that I have than this here
And I’m not trying to be the maker of a brisk tear
Seems the closer I get to where I was, the shorter my temper becomes
Just a monster to my sons
Finding normal after change is difficult
But what price normalcy if family is miserable
Arthur thought i’d come back from surgery an amputee
And we think our kids live fancy free?
They haven’t learned to lie to themselves, there’s an honesty there
And they feel everything so we’ve got to beware
Probably got to be scared, I know I thought my parents were invincible
And the dad died in ‘86, a vigil visual
Picturing kids sitting by a hospital bed
And these are the outcomes, the possible threads
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Examine the calamitous acts of magical rap
Mechanic of grammar analyst handling dap
Like ma’am, do you really want your lanolin back
The status of your battling axe is sad and it’s wack
I’m handing the tap to you
So you can take it out
Breaking down the sand is a trap
Random parameter slaps
Manhandling mandolin pampered handymen
Abandonment Trans Am and a grin
Hand cramp
Running a campaign with Van Damme it’s a win
Going plantains, hold the dang reigns
You know the coldest slang slain is no joke
I fold advanced kings and go for broke
Delivering by the boatload
Epitomizing dope and minimizing bozos
Wicked fly the crows go
Vivid sights in slow mo from the dojo overdosing on rojo
Summon some of underappreciated thunderous blitz of cadence nose dove
Tantalizing the screaming hand that’s biting itself in a feeding frenzy
It won’t grow
So no, your fascinating anecdotes are the hand to throat anti dope antidote the sleepless world was hoping for,
so clamp it closed and build a boat of random ransom notes
Is there any chance it floats? Plant some nos and watch them sprout to giants
With expansive scope
So nope, you dope
Look man, I’m not a shade tree, I’m a solar eclipse holding a pen
Fold and it’s quits, molding the end, boldest to live, scold them and then
Emboldened with doldrums, old and beyond the point of seeking reassurance
You see a pedestal, my eyes see a reeking heap of vermin
I’m that old muppet in the balcony, calcified bitter and algebraic
Don’t account for payments, self-stated, no pals can say it
I prowl the pages holding the beat on a chain, leashes couldn’t restrain it
Put in the crookedest cadence in cages the trojan wooden courageous
Just your garden variety napalm starting to riot with phrased bombs
Used the grim reaper’s cloak for molitov plugs, so game on
Snatched a burner phone from Promethues, starting the fire quick
Heard the death itself screaming as flames devoured the entire wick
A self denying nihilist minding his business that's surprisingly brisk
Watch them all connivingly glide to the cliffs
This assignment is a mine with a glare of shrapnel
A very feral rapper grappling pterodactyls with knives made of rare enamel
I'm wearing flannel like it's eighth grade all over again
And I don't care because it's comfortable, no doberman trends
Or hopes of revenge, I coated the pen with codependence and a pro showman's bogus venoms
A dope lieutenant with word play that is open ended
So take it however you will or won't, vendetta vanilla verbose, frenetic as a spillage approach
The Atilla Illustrator, living in an Adobe hut
Looking forward to mopey mutts? I promise you it won't be us
I'm phenomenal riding a llama dude, you're oddly nominal
A docile ocelot often lost in thoughts of goldfish
When the posts of your goals shift, I'll be piloting Iverson's ghost ship
And I don't give much credence to disbelieving what I can accomplish
But you on the other hand, that's kind of awkward
Let's move onward, shall we pal, now we found some common ground
Turn the stove up, go head and let that bag of ramen drown
I tend to brag and mistake it for truth somebody wants
Other times, it’s more like a ruddy taunt flag flown from the muddy palms
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7. |
Artie Bops!
03:30
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The knock knock jokes that go nowhere, the loose teeth
The tangles in his hair, the dude with brutal truth speak
The resentment of a younger brother taking his shine
Obscuring the amazingly deep soul it can hide
Playing our piano is his therapy of sorts
Working on snippets of songs with such beautiful force
I mean, if only other kids could see how amazing he is
Intensity comes at the cost of a burning bridge
I can’t live for him, try to take his pain away
Misunderstood just like his old man, the rainy days
Will come and go and I hope that they don’t drown him
And if the water gets high, may he quickly learn to swim
No cannonball before diving without his life preserver
I dove in soon as his head had submerged
May consequences someday teach a lesson that sticks
I hope he knows that I love him in spite of all of tiffs
It goes choice/choice, choice/consequence and now I’m barking at him
Sent to the base of the stairs with an alarmist magic
The ramping up leads to a trip to his room
The one passenger ticket and I’m not seeing him soon
The red around my eyes needs to fade before we speak again
Then we’ll talk it out, free of a fever’s heated blend
Otherwise stuff that I don’t want to happen might
And I don’t want a son who sees me and reacts in fright
His appetite is the same as mine, hollow legs and all
We may as well have been born the same date and time
It breaks my heart when he reaches in to hold my hand
So I try to hold on just as much as I can
Being amidst a storm makes it hard to appreciate the waves
A life raft shuttled in the busiest of days
He’s so smart and so blunt and so innocent
And so good at pushing every button that I’m living with
You know how many people beyond your family love you?
And sometimes even as an adult life it can suck, dude
You are driven and intelligent, passionate and eloquent
With a lawyerly knack for taking language on a hellish spin
You and Walter remind me of me and your uncle Matt
A battlefield under which I hope you tunnel back
He idolizes you in ways you take as murderous
Proof that so much of life is how you will interpret it
You don’t wear your heart on your sleeve
Man, your heart is your arm and it’s starting to bleed
May time thicken your skin but not make you numb
Then again, a little bit of skin is better than none
The same freckles you hate serve to make you beautiful
The day you were born I wanted to share you with the world
And I’m so proud of you and and what you’ll become
Even if I’m not around to see what you have done
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8. |
Toy Box
03:35
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Kofa’s the total package
Forget banana clips my wicked spit can go Baracus
Try laying down the law, and get dropped, another broken tablet
When I wreck shop the dose is lethal, another woeful addict total damage
Mode is diesel
Motivated flights taken on a golden eagle
Portray the life I lead between sons, awife and easel
Flows that wager plights plus a job that’s legal
Adjust my flaws to maximize the path with this rapping tribe
Half aggressive, no passive perchance a casket gets them
An addled adolescent hidden in a vast directive
Made it this far, well that’s impressive, crash the wreckage
With a blast prophetic, glass embedded, getting cash or debit
Cards so chart the epidemic, arson starts in darkened hearts
Scrawl my name in sharpie on all receipts the market barks
An altered beast bleeding on an altar of Keter tracks
Making a killing with the rent to own, inherit medevacs
I dedicate this to all the raps I wrote and didn’t record
Sitting on a piece of paper waiting for their turn in war
Patient playing the part of a flint to sharpen blades
It takes a nation of ink to drown the memories of harder days
Not art for praise, arterial spatter patterns
Upon a parchment, gray, my phrase can spark the darkest cavern
I chart the havoc that mostly hides inside of ghosts
Far from placid, I vocalize and go for broke on post it notes
Piece them all together, forensic,
the beast involved with competitive letters sent with a vengeance
Relentless seasons in the abyss, I spent in endless squalls
The bitterness that pitter patters crimson, and then the venom calls
From rental halls to bargain basement, my part’s the shark contagion
Carnasaur like either Barkley or the bar keep partly ate it
Charming cadence, then the cobra strikes and plunges fangs
Tongue sandwich server superb to bust an abundant slang
Some are unaccustomed to the variety of pride served
take myself down a couple notches, strike the right nerve
No hubris, I’d rather stay closer to the earth’s core
Maneuver accordingly, formally intersperse lore
A single glass tear, falling on the church floor
Shattered to a thousand fragments, tag them in a terse tour
Immersed more in the ways that it could be than how it is
How is it the quietest die yet the loudest live?
No brow of brick or showing countenances counterfeit
I'll take your gun raps and melt them to a plow equipped
Prepare my ink cartridge for the deadly harvest
here to finish the job that many started, semi tarnished reps regardless
Heavy hearted with every leaden pulse inside of him
Statistically vital, provide the plights inside of Iversons
Enticing pariahs so mightily fighting with life and limb
Hiding in the the mud puddles when the crying skies are grim
And the end is right where I begin
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9. |
Stop Me
03:27
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Your strong suit is fabricated, cut from whole cloth,
threadbare from every query that you hold off
I went there, took some photos for the memories
Intense stares entrenched wares prepared the terror tendencies
Ensnared them mentally on a quest for lost remedies
A festive pawn settling for garbage so readily
Rabble rousing I'm tantamount to a scam allowance
Never found carousing with some random clan of cowards
Man of the hour in a twilight time zone
When I write my tomes the fly guys fly home
Your team was a dozen, now it's one and a third
The remainder running, son summoning thunderous verse
The dirge of a berserker, getting under your nerves
You tried to gather yourself, but now you're crumbling worse
No need to categorize the battle that'll arrive, you're fragile
Baffle the wise with tactile raps that provide the travels
A journey through my mind with plenty twists and turns provided
Go ballistic, words that might drift, survival of the rhymest
The fittest citizens sitting in boxes, slop oblivion
Chop shops I live within break beats ridiculous
Scrape streets with discipline this isn't some fake feat
No pastry ambivalence, I'm given them 8 weeks
After that, it's over with, massacre at the podium
Passing it back, so odious, San full of laughs eroding them
Gamble with the erroneous claim to reign, but you don't exist
No famous aims, my cup runneth to an overage
Glenn Danzig Jaguar motorist complete with his load of brick
Look it up or even check in with your brokerage
Oh so focused, the speech soloist keeps going deeper
Soak the speakers until the boxes slosh and know the reaper
No introduction required, I'm here to crush a rhymer
Who couldn't bother mastering the craft, disgusted by it
Slazengers and math massacre corruptive virus
Don't fuss and fight it, let the sleep creep deep on crusted eyelids
This is for the friends made, the love that thus unites us
Peers steadily staying dope, no judgement crisis
We braid the rope with with Rumplestiltskin and some phrased devices
In case of guidance being required, we feed the fire
Entrusted misers run deep as Appalachian stills
ink dancing with the drum beats, some seek a vapid thrill
I wax poetic, use the wick for a new appendage
I'm doing damage with language usage, a new lieutenant
Pollutant menace alerting spoilers with ruined mentions
My true intentions camouflaged inside a suit tremendous
But soon regretted falling for subdued illusion's venom
The truth's ascension to the right hand presumed a reverend
Jumping through a hoop of sevens in a pair of three stripes
Beside the beehive where the meek hide in the meantime
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10. |
November Chill
04:00
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I've seen devils wear crucifixes like disguises.
Thinking that we can't see past their glittering lies.
They're kidding me, right? Nativity prada piranhas
The pious act like the autumn of Sodom's upon us
not forgotten is the promise of an apocalyptic fruit born
Scour the orchard for a golden apple’s mute form
Remember when Christ had the Jesus piece?
Complete with rubies in his hands for comedic relief
Repeatedly bleeding indeed, beleaguered and
And secretly seeking some peace in the screams
Subpoenaed and now Athena's the fiend
competing for the launch codes, watch the raunch grow
a brand new sickness, eyes wide shut, lost souls
bears witness, viruses scale immune system walls with razor claws
meanwhile, chalice is lifted by the richest, laughing faces off
Let the warlords play along to the tune of a Slayer song
Too much at stake to break, let’s raise a hell to make a wrong
So listen to this if you will and make your own call
Committed muses using truth produce a ghost tall
Babel is simply one of the stilts used
To try and find some air to breathe above the mildew and bilge spewed
A throne of live scorpions
Around the sun that leaves the deepest burns, find my mind orbiting, this rhyme consortium
Endorphins rush to a shaved scalp the crown’s weight determined
The unfocused left lessons, I stay to learn them
Parade of sternums raised to praise the state of grace perverted
Give us this endless cycle our vital daily burden
Beasts to the trough threadbare as Thoth who came before us
Seeking light at the tunnel's end, believers raise the torches
My scene, a painted portrait, purported to slay so gorgeous
Head dresses made of native orchids shall betray the mournful
What remains of normal swarms within a hazy stupor status
Loss turns to blind rage, survivors soon consumed with madness
Their mood, combative a woozy addict seeking another fix
But emptiness turns ravenous the hill becomes a sum of cliffs
Open hands becoming a bunch of fists clenched to strike the weakest
kingdom overseen, closely watching all the plights of leeches
Sheep's clothing covered with designer labels
Just keep my own path, I've got no energy to fight the faithful
So just know the romance it may work, a slow chance to say word
With both hands I may earn a living
It beats the opposite, my soul inside a shred of rhythm
A ledger entry scrawled hastily, my debt forgiven
It calls daily, beckoning me to the twisted wreckage
Nostrils stinging with alcohol from the disinfectants
In this endeavor, my wizened efforts are rife with losses
Another one bites the dust, the dust then bites the coffin
Fangs gleaming in my grin, plenty of filth in the righteous
I sharpen manners to a dagger, ready to kill them with kindness
Plunge it until the hilt snaps
Veneer of cynicism can't resist this vivid twist I'm giving guilt wracks
So you ask me if I'm disillusioned
I believe in individuals yet rarely in your system's ruses
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11. |
Aged Leather
03:57
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Stop me if you're heard this before
But I'll turn that octagon to triangles that for certain will soar
From resplendent churches to chilly morgues, umbilical cords
Seeing blood and Gore, for sure I can thrill them swords
Ventriloquist still in the Fort, illustrative tour guide
Providing rhyming finery that's vibing deep in your ride
from 4-5 to a 33 and a bronze, I'm keeping on
believing in the bond of seasoning, deepen the calm
Recently it seems thoughts repeatedly demand their own capture
Stockholm syndrome on a gold platter
Self-service compelled to propel further faster
For sure would rather keep the dirge in scabbard, urgent matters
Emerge to shatter, the butterfly knife intserter rapper
Making runs in official kicks, slick purple lavish
So this it it, interpret backwards at your own risk
Betrothed to wizardry in images, you've known this
I carve tracks from Phar Lap to the tarmac
Collabing with wackness is kidney stones, a hard pass
So listen, as the city glows the embers stay reddish
With a great effort, we endeavor to remain freshest
Dismay scented with the faintest trace of aged leather
Now on rainy days, the razor blades remain fettered
Preparing for parade weather, resume written
Kept away hidden from the heavy weights, who stay smitten
The tape hissing, rotating just fillets wisdom
Never making paper, the paper is simply traced linen
Sitting awake, this citizen considers how to phrase life
Trickles falling from abandoned building drainpipes
Train tracks and the click of wheels that glide in night
Sometimes sleep is my surrender to the fight inside
Lay back thoughts racing in loop that's endless
New methods stupendous lucid in pursuit of vengeance
Larry Bird and Magic Johnson gone, so choose a weapon
Mute aggression soothe the savage beasts with music, flutes from heaven
A putrid essence purified with lives that listened closest
Devoted bishops wish religiously for different coaches
A sickened industry complictly has fed them ether
Ferocious misery delivered by the centileter
The roaches quibbling for scraps, spin in whip attacks
A race to underbellies festering with sickest acts
Pestering each other over rotted bits of this and that
Got to live in prison trapped, economist permissive batch
I'd rather rip the patch away and let the wound sting
Than sit submissively for christening the new king
And history is a just a symphony with jumbled notes
Whose victory is orchestrated by a couple folks
The more creative parasite the finer the feast
With medicine to mask any other sign of disease
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12. |
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Kovax:
My homie Kofa said I gotta crush em
Put em in a coma, get em Kova, blow the spot up n the crowd erupted
Big Poppa Pump, they on my nuts
I'll take a shot at puppets.
Flock of suckers talkin bout a lot of nothin, ain't got the stomach
Lock it up and throw karate punches and you'll probably plummet
Dummy, want a shot or somethin?
promise that the drama comin'
choppin it up, hot as fuck, bout to make a profit from it
put it on my momma outta luck cause I aint droppin grudges
ohh son, they opened the gate and now look at em go
and the fools run, they drop off the bill when I'm booked on the show
and it's a cool cut, they vibing along now and wouldent cha know
its my foot up your ass when im put in a mode and I'm hookin you hoes n u couldent oppose, fa sho
Grizzled veteran chizzlin letters live forever
you're bitter I'm better no second guess. little effers catch a drift
Brains all splattered when they all crash n burn
brang y'all massacre, word, chainsaw manicure
Sankofa:
Consider something suitably cinematic.
Soon-to-be hinted at.
Soothe consumers wooed within a sinister trap.
Begin the collapsed lungs singing a song of blackened swans.
I fault the line between dusk corrupt the buxom crack of dawn.
Pack a pawn inside the game of life encased in corduroy.
Leather trim, have never been the sort recording ploys.
Endure the noise? No longer. Now I'm shutting doors on toys.
Semi automatic semiotics in the form of Freud.
The floor destroyed, a pin drop could deafen witnesses.
Begin not, my grim crop begets the difference.
They spin lost in a maze of feigned indifference.
Survey the shibboleth, fatal wages his payment imminent.
I pace perimeters paper thin razor penmanship.
Any doubting Thomases I got them all dental benefits.
Settling for nothing, that arrogant path is perilous.
Apprenticed under some of the dopest my focused glare is sick
JON?DOE:
The Silversmithy's heated, bars of fiery fire
The type of cipher we admire don't require a gyre
Re-igniting the pyre to ply your dire desire
Inspire higher aspirations from the mired and liars
Blow the spot like ink splattered on papyrus
Attention undivided- these lyrics is the tightest
Steppin to the party even if we uninvited
You'll break ya neck trynna do the same shit that I did
Inexorable downfall given how the sands move
So many dope lines that you can't choose
So fuck you and your manboobs, Stans lose
Type to show up to your funeral in dance shoes
Fred Astaire
Took hiphop to the underground and left it there
The only way ya sittin's in electric chairs
And now they always answer, "Is it fuckin fresh?" with "yeahhhh!"
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Sankofa Fort Wayne
My rhymes kick in like a turbobooster.
Fort Wayne.
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