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Peace Yusef Afloat
04:14
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Drop it like a lemon when you couldn’t make the lemonade
Greg LeMond in a Le Mans and got the rental rate
Laser pointing to the odds and thought to set them straight
Navin Johnson DJ driver when I get away
Beretta spray for the ammo that was lead astray
Think it over for a moment, hope to never change
The mic’l stay holstered boater that is kept at bay
My raps become the capsicum, that’s the pepper spray
With the salt that’s here, Herbie Lovebugging out
Colonel Sanders with the hat, put the bucket down
Cost repping X Men forever hype graffiti
Never leave the talent wasted, far from Michael Beasley
I rep the Fort and if you’re unaware, well now you know
I’m not going to lie, like all that I have found is dope
Real estate fluctuates up and down it goes
But what is most important is that I have found a home
And the noise of us teaming up becomes the sound of hope
I’d rather smile and nod, got no time for frowning folk
Run the greenway, counting all the clouds of smoke
Stop for a moment selfie with the proudest pose
Bboy stance stylin on them how it goes
Weak toys can’t even reach me with a pound a dope
And found a rope to make a ladder with a couple sticks
With a grappling hook that launches to the highest cliffs
I admit, sometimes I’m on a violent viral twist
But the beat that plays this way is such a kind of bliss
I can’t help but chill even even if my words are sharp
Primo minus the M, complete a work of Art
Maybe ice grows upon my beard when it’s getting cold
Touch and go with the message that I’ll never know
prepped to roam, phone in pocket safely zippered up
Cash and some necessities to get my river run
Meeting up with the crew for Saturday runs
Maybe get some extra mileage what the magic becomes
Footfall becomes the beat, my mind inhabits the drums
Maybe I’ll forget, perhaps I’m capturing some
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Dreamin' Hoops
02:15
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Smooth it out now, got a bit of candy cane
Sharpened to a lethal point, anoint the plan to pain
For sure a choking hazard, kind of nervous, but it stays
Those with steel nerves pray to rubber saints
The iron mixed with carbon, my life amidst the margins
Getting babysteps closer to the cliff regardless
Mister Jarvis, thinking of the coach for Yinka Dare
From G dubbed to a net gain without a star’s sway
After practices, my heart races with Bobby Phills
David Wesley, with my phrases heavy and body chilled
Reggie Lewis X Len Bias, the losses felt
Bison Dele on a boat forever cost is dealt
Thoughts drift to Drazen Petrovic, the worst and best of it
A legacy left, legends in the emptiness]
Malik Sealy mural in my mind the paint strong
Timberwolves all the way from Saint Johns
Tractor Traylor, Robert with the monster dunks
Wolverine Red Dawn to Milkwaukee Bucks
Hank Gathers off of Bo Kimble free throws
Seems he would’ve been a godzilla beastmode
Anthony Mason, the man the myth the wicked handle
Giving Pippen fits replays to fix the mantle
These are people that I felt like I knew
Another trod upon rose petal fell from the pew
I’m watching highlights of those who have died
But their efforts live forever in this memory of mine
These are people that I felt like I knew
Another trod upon rose petal fell from the pew
Hank Gathers
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Blue Skies, Black Eyes
03:12
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Blue skies black eyes
Who finds that vibe?
Knew about that time
Without my watch
Cause I didn’t really need that there
Didn’t feel so scared
But I just don’t…stop
And maybe I should if I don’t
Who’s going to say that I’ve got to go
Keep it moving everyday is what I gotta do
A jar of clay shards, something that a potter threw
Some custodian found the parts and got the glue
Put me all back together with a swab or two
So here I am in all my perfect imperfections
Painting pictures with the words I use to stretch them
A shade religious, that was lessons of the younger days
Smile lines the proof of youth faded that the sun betrays
Must have smiled a lot to make to this point in life
That’s not to say that I avoided fright
As a teen I would walk in the middle of the night
In the middle of the winter just to try to feel right
It didn’t always work, but I wore myself down
Never caught frostbite from the nights hellbound
Mom let me go, cause she knew I needed it
Even though it made her scared, I repeated it
Indeed it is a path I hope my sons don’t find
But I managed to survive and I turned out fine
Then again, my dad was long gone by then
And my sons have their mom and I to guide them
Pretty good about being on the same page
Checking in with each other, running a great race
Now and then we’ll find some bumps along the way though
When that water gets deep is when we wade slow
Making room for adjustments we’re going to need
Have a plan that is flexible and open to breathe
Preparing for the some of the worst because we lived it
And don’t care to repeat all of that mischief
Blue skies black eyes
Who finds that vibe?
Knew about that time
Without my watch
Cause I didn’t really need that there
Didn’t feel so scared
But I just don’t…stop
And maybe I should if I don’t
Who’s going to say that I’ve got to go
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Peace to Podcasts
03:09
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Dan O the barbara Walters of the Podcast game
Empire music freedom where the bomb blast came
Can’t forget Alaska, Curly Castro and Zilla Rocca
Callout Culture laundry tips plus the illest thought of
John and Josh at Serious Rap, well I edit it
I listen to the wisdom of these people, bet it is
Something useful, can’t forget Take It Personal
Phila Flava, Aaron Wade, 360 marinades
Roger the announcer got them bouncing in these barren days
Back when I wished I would’ve had a pair of Barricades
Superduty toughwork for different perspective
Blueprint plus Illogic with the vision and steps lit
Plan it out, need a guide, they’ve got the books to cop
No random route, believe the drive, the weighted hooks to drop
And look all the people with the wisdom that I don’t have
Passion plus the knowledge, has me zoning to the dope spat
I get to listen the conversations that some dope friends have
Plus find out about tunes to make my neck snap
Best of all, I don’t even need to speak a word
I’m just peep it and observe, learn some reasoning in turn
Shout to Kam, James Midwinter, plus Raymond Ridge
My designated stunt double hater with the greater bits
Cracking me up when talking tracks with no drums
I happen to agree with him, but that is half the fun
Leslie Snypes in the background, waiting in attack mode
Lord Cuisi with the MPC indeed it’s that dope
Crate808 made a rapper appear
Out of the thin air of silliness, the aperture’s clear
Try to represent my support via Patreon
Plus reposts, screenshots, social media way beyond
They don’t need my help, they’re doing just fine though
But it only takes an extra minute of my time and so I go
Why not, spread the word to folks who follow me
Supporting indie dreams and dope is the policy
Open Mike Eagle interviewing Dante Ross though
What Had Happened Was, features history of boss mode
Cross those off my bucket list even though I don’t have
One because I tend to keep it moving mister nomad
There’s power in knowing that I just don’t know much
I download and listen when I’m out for a slow run
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Counting Weed Clouds
02:12
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I feel the gravity of living days weighing on my bones
figured that'll be the wrong way, playing with my phone
if I'm gping on a run, I'm rarely taking it alone
podcasts keep me company and staying in my zone
it'll take fifty minutes but then something is done
and that i did it for myself is important and so I run
escapism and a way to relax outside
lumbering my frame a little further than my doubts try
let them die away, lifespan of a housefly
better by the end than when I started iny downtime
Exacliber my challengers and hold the sword aloft
cussing out all creators, yea, I swore to gods
their lines are made up and come equipped with border cops
I stand my ground, hard to move like a corner lot
that's real estate I'm speaking on indeed and I keep it calm
no Cheech and Chong, I'm elevated with AthenA songs
a need to bond over beats, passion, believe it's on
a speech caption that never closes, so read along
Clippers since the days before Adam Silver's lining
a Sterling shearling slumlorded with the gingivitis
The Tao of Pooh without a Nolan but a Richardson
That's how we do, Ken the Snake Norman hiss begins
So what you doing today? I’m just recording a song
Piece some words together in the form of bond
So what you doing today? I’m just creating a track
EDS on the beat, with AthenA on the rap
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Say Less feat. Nord1kone
03:48
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I’m trying to learn the art of saying more by speaking less
Weighing every word so carefully, there’s no need for mess
See Occam, Pascal with the razor close
21 rum salute, to those I raise the toast
Wish that I could pray to ghosts, but my faith remains in folks
Never worried about the travelers, I take the roads
To take me where I need to go, enjoy the journey made
Extra special a decade after 38
Birthed in hate, trying to find a different route
Taking time to listen, rather than just spit it out
It’s a been a minute now, how long should the wait last?
My golden road is Silence smoothed it over with that paved glass
Walking barefoot, trying to not disturb the peace
A bird in the hand of carpal tunnel that’s the burden reaped
A bitten tongue provides the sustenance, a salt bae
Assault rifles Todd and Morris, and it’s all Day
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Reaper Madness
03:28
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Absent minded, they got me taking attendance
Breaking the sentence down to powder, now paraded with menace
Bake in the greatness with flavorful phrases
Atheists are praying to break this, maybe alien traits are evasive
Taking the paces for all involved even the alternates
Bleeding indeed it is all in his head, wreck acknowledgements
Pennies ante up Inspector Gadget dollar bins
Steady handed plus vendettas crack the wallets thin
Polish off the molotov with an olive in
Call the cross with a red in front, to halt the din
Smothering the laughter, hiding what we called a grin
As for the ransackers, go ahead and call them in
Plans shattered with the mask that the phantom wore
Got a little opera rocking for the manticore
Cantilevers flying over all the plans of zebras
Clyde Drexler with Avias man they can’t believe it
Buttersoft but the boss is in the freezer
Stun them all with the possum and the preacher
A cunning wall building Thought of a procedure
Crying Uncles up the ante, caught them with the reaper
Man, I seen it with a 27” inch screen
Got to be a Zenith, needed this an inseam
Holy smokisis my focus is the dope assist
Alley oop served at the rim for motorists
You know the risk, soon approach and it is over with
Information Technology degree then go for it
I T off without a club in sight
Nike’s loss then add another fight
What am I but I mixtape of environment
Add hereditary buried in the vinyl spins
I suppose the needle moving in the groove is my breath
Immortal at my worst and human at best
It’s not the heat, it’s humidity
Ask Bam and Jimmy in the city deep
Wanted the jeep that Terminator X had
Or was it Cool J, certain ways to test that
Homie don’t play, locking Immodium ways
Gave away so many flowers that were moldy and gray
parolees amazed at the ways the maze continues to grow
Just when you think you’re out, seems they’re telling you no
From favelas to mansions lamping in the camp with embellishments
Here to brandish some elegance, fear the panic accelerant
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Mandolini feat. ACT-1
03:50
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Let the lady sing whether or not
The final call is upon you…Brawling with a volatile plot
My audible drop, lock stock phenomenal flocks
Claim to have a ball, watch em all bobble and drop
Got a head but it fell into thermometer clots
Monica Seles, demonic my hanukkah prominent box
Laserbeams lay your team in that mahogany box
Pray to fiends shaking lean for the robbery stocks
But they’ve got nothing for you, but an ah to didas
Maybe got an extra stripe for the posse we dust
A busted lip from Ahmad with a coppery crust
So what is but a whooping, you can not defeat us,
YouTube researcher your philosophy sucks
Need no apology from you, you’re set to offer me what?
Probably crushed in a millisecond, chill with the thought
ACT-1 and Sankofa, man, we’re still at the top
Left the scene superugly, threw Atilla the mop
We’re making tracks you can follow while you build a facade
So faking jacks still is hollow and you’re getting no props
Got a fanbase who didn’t even didn’t listen to rap
Until you sold your soul just to that pat on the back
So congrats, you’re everything you hoped for
But who you going be when noone’s there to cheer your folklore
Not to cause angst amongst the ranks, make them run to Banks
Lubba lubba cardio abundant slang
Tim Duncan calling glass Only some can hang
From the elbow Vince Carter in the dunking tanks
A drunken thanks from the overserved, no regrets
Bonus words most are slurred when I’m prone to rep
Go for broke and end up breaking again
Got the gas on E with palatial pretense
My gas mask is attached to the ways of the trend
So you can try to save face as the rapier bends
Your wit is maybe a ten, I’m Katarina sipping Catalina
Wine coolers Thin ice, mapping out the rap arena
Loose leaf is the paper to spend
And these here are a few of my favorite pens
Forget the wall, I’ve got them all playing the fence
Mariana carry shovels, excavating the trench
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Rowdy Roddy Here
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Kitchen Studio Sessions
03:39
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No need to take it personal here
I’m giving versatile verses that can be working your ear
Short circuiting the circuses the verbalist veers
Proof is in the pudding and the burden is clear
Not proverbial or theoretical, this beat is edible
EDS he made the freshest that a head has ever known
It’s true I kept a comb, but only for my beard
The things that we avoid often take the form of fear
Making monsters daily underneath the lumpy rugs
Freddy mercury rising the Foxx of bumpy knux
How many Xs does it take to get to centers of
Far from grown up, means I better rent a tux
Looking sharp with a cumberbun and a half
A mockery of anything I’ve done in the past
Laughing at myself with the fun that is had
Cause if I can’t do that, then I’m summoning sad
Double A batteries inside my walkman
nother pair that got replaced, and it happened so often
Did I spend more on tapes or batteries to play them?
Analyze the data, get rechargeable to stay zen
Quick to use a pencil noisemaker for the rewind
Just to eke out a little more then it’ll be fine
See I’m comfortable enough within my own skin
That they can’t really sell me what they’d have me hope in
But they found me living in the past with the old stuff
Things I couldn’t quite afford when younger, now I’m grown up
Stringing me along with a retro pair
Gotta get them out the box with the fresh dope flair
How many pairs can I continue to wear though?
I can’t time travel them back the rare shows
My favorite things are things that I’ve had
So holding on means I never want for bringing them back
Dug invisible graves for those imaginary rappers
A bagger 288 illuminating caskets
That’s it, just a little bit of utter brashness
Forging blades of war, debating for the blacksmith
Hand upon the hammer as the anvil is struck
Just a vandal with the grammar and cadavers to bust
Plus labyrinths…to leave them deeply isolated
Crush cabbages, no diss to Gary, nice and faded
Leaving wakes stinking like vat of sauerkraut
Steven A with the Smith glib a powerhouse
Tried to slide home safe, now they’re down and out
Ankle shredded on the home plate without a doubt
I rotate the picture, watching all the crowd react
Jumbotron with the replay, it’s sounding bad
All you hear are some crunches and snaps
So what’s up with your raps?
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Then I Rode Away
03:00
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I used to yodel my name in echo chambers for a bit of fame
Did it till my voice got hoarse, and then I rode away
Now I’m motivated by the life that I live
A wife and some kids, my sons what a prize that it is
Old photographs remind me of the earlier days
I feel young until the mirror finds me, sure to betray
A new day, open up the folder of beats
Find whatever’s on my mind and then I’m rolling the speech
A red carpet unfurled to the tip of my tongue
Walk the right words up to the kick of the drum
Pause for a moment to the flashes of the hi hats
Backdrop provided by the sample what a life jack
Outfit provided by the friends that I rock with
EDS the tailor and amazed with the process
China was the place where I learned to use chopsticks
High school me stood at the edge of the moshpit
So what do you? I won’t tell you I rap
You can find out on your own time, no selling the track
…Oh I didn’t know that you were rocking the mic well
Fine by me, never finding the dry spell
So many friends that I used to rock with have moved on
But they’re happy for the progress I make with new songs
By the time I get to Arizona, I’m Tucson
Laughing at the crying white flighters trying to move on
Word to my scared uncle fleeing orange county
Too scared to live within his skin, oh what a bounty
Felt he was surrounded by minorities and such
Dude mistook my gold bond for some coke, what a rush
Mental illness takes many forms, but his became bait
GOP saw him as target for a playdate
Now he’s that guy I can’t even conversate with
Votes cancel out each other, buffered in this snakepit
Then again, the Democratic party is such
That being gay is okay if seeing war is a plus
Plus companies to big to fail crush us in the meantime
Toss a toxic trainwreck, but everything will be fine
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Ben Johnson of Rap
02:25
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I’m giving pearls of wisdom leave them clutching their throat
Ben Johnson of rap my track record’s nothing but dope
Rocking scissor kicks, quick to leave a puppet exposed
Vomit blizzard spit, the physicist combustible prose
Got them on ice, chilling with a bucket of Strohs
Whether thin or thick, I’m finna flip a couple of foes
Pen and paper in my pocket how I’m smuggling dope
Claim to jam like Smuckers but they suck at it bro
So just roll with it, kick a bit of hustle and flow
Tried to flex and cramp, now they’ve got a muscle that’s broke
King of the castle gets evicted, left to trudge in the moat
Slinging a satchel of the wickedness, above and below
AG solo efforts, they’ve got nothing to Show
Stay deep flow to wreck it, breaking buzzards in droves
A few bars, Dumars, cheers a cup of the Joe
In a throw down, they’re the ones a’ chucking it slow
Claim to have a treasure trove but only rubbish is stowed
So I rummage through the rubble with my bunsen aglow
Medusa got a stylist, hand Rapunzel the phone
Pommel horse with the flips, catch me tumbling clones
Gymkata been thought of as the one to bestow
Mince nada when it comes to the dumping of prose
Dropping so many tracks and got hundred to go
Pinocchio easy target with a punch in the nose
See them march yet another stunning dunce to the throne
I try to tip toe, but still they hear the crunching of bones
I’m coming closer to the situation none can condone
Trying to hide the pain in vain puffing buckets of ‘dro
Final moment flashbacks getting struck in the strobe
Smash cats by the load, it’s an abundance you know
Beware’s a top three track that the Punisher wrote
I keep my vision clear, never shall succumb to the hoax
Refuse to crumble under pressure never run to the mopes
A steady hum of mumbling, I’m numb to the drone
Called me out, got me wondering how drunk is your phone
Trudging through the drudgery inside of dungeons in Rome
I’m just a sponge with a drum that is thumping your dome
Pumping your brakes, too late now the rubber is road
Wonder if you ever will recover, so no
Showdogs prone to barking catch a muzzle of chrome
Faux pas soak in stardom apt to struggle and pose
No sustenance but stuck within a muddle of clothes
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Blue Flannel Plaid
01:54
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Fears don’t tend to make sense
But drive the way I think
A thousand deaths at the ballot box to make a king
Slavishly devoted to a mechanical horse
Add an augmentation to that cannibal corpse
Faith driven dancing to the bass cannon blast
Ducking shrapnel at the club, I’m the man of glass
The man at last the crunch of shards in my shoes
The gut punching uppercut heart with a bruise
A stay of execution, pardon the truth
The error made, just a margin to lose
Where the prey stands united in a common front
Activate the laser targeting, we’re on the hunt
Motivated by the bond that these shackles made
Aprons in the abattoir cloak the cattle cage
never blinking, scared that if I look away
Everything will disappear within that crooked cage
Played it safe, but guardedness made me numb
I need to feel alive to heal the rising hatred once
Find me in a throng of folks who feel the same way
Blue flannel plaid rocked in the eighth grade
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Sankofa Fort Wayne
My rhymes kick in like a turbobooster.
Fort Wayne.
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