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M. Bison Dele
02:09
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They choose two Reboks like unretired pugilists
With dee brown the day after christmas to reuse the gift
The dude is slick, persona built with a mag lev
No ruger clips, Freddy Kruger doom manuever tombs to flip
So crews submit, with busted lips, the Heidi Fleiss effect
My dialect is fly, leaving dots that you might connect
I rock rhymes providing breath, with mics a melee
I may just play for fun, I made the rung of Bison Dele
Conversion van, plan to motivate, arrive with Grape Ape
Horses catch a case of laryngitis, no to nay say
No pay grade, I earn my way assertive verbal takes
Shed a tear when Prince made it to the purple gates
You ever hear of such a thing through the thumping speakers?
Rocking SIA gear now, I had to dump adidias
If some repeat it, finding worth in what I have to say
That’s pretty dope to me, honestly the dap that pays
Accolades are my escalades that plot the movement
Don’t be mad at me your favorite rapper got dap and stopping improving
Smack the taste from a mouth, without a heated spoon
Rap parading about, I’m bound to seem to zoom
Add a dab of zip to make the connect
These folks claim to live in faith, but lack the shame to regret
It’s Iron Mike Sharp plus the raps of Kofa here
Causing most to cheer, busting wackness vapid scrolls and sneers
Supplying mighty rhyming force with a diamond scorch
Getting flipped off more than ninety diving boards
And that’s the way it is, frustrating statements hit
Crush cadence unsustainable, the fatal slip
And take a dip inside a pit of razor blades and break to bits
Falling back into the haziness of ‘86
They misappropriate, it’s appropriate that I made them miss
It’s mister flow with the phrases flavor voraciousness
No faking it, the funk is strictly syncopated sick
Brewing up a fresh stew, your best move is take a trip
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Moldy Cake
01:32
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I’m storming in, no prior warning, I was born to win
Apply the force to limbs to snap the wack with cracking goriness
Hyperextend your definition of hype and high performances
The bison stampeding ornaments and the assorted swords you spin
Historians building time machines to find my form again
The rhyming scheme without a blueprint beyond the vital need
Make the vinyl bleed, test presses melting back to plastic pellets
Syntax is hellish, elevator cable snaps the zealots
A batch of relics sharper than the blades they ever made
Wreck a team with witty repartee, so let it rain
The show is never over until the mic is set aflame
I enter trains of thought and hijack them with my rapping
Sick of the cops from street patrollers to the high captains
Gripping some glocks with no repercussions when they try bashing
Paid vacation with a slap on the wrist, supplied action
And I imagine if someone dies at my job, somebody’s getting fired
Plus going to jail, but cops? Nah, we let em prevail
Because the bootlickers forever love leather instead it’s betrayal
Like Flav said, it’s a joke and the laugh track is blue in the face
I feel disgust and rage, but question what I can do with the taste?
Making moves against a system keeping us in line with fear
And they’d rather bump some pop instead of ever trying to hear
I’m learning the distance between a protest and a movement
One is temporary catharsis and the system hopes we use it
No changes are made, but how does one repair a broken system
When those set up us against each other staying so consistent
Pretend it’s all going to be okay, like let's just deny madness
Max the credit cards so living large, pump life lavish
The dynamic of lying cats selling dreams remains
A blood lust that seeks some plasmas must crush our needy veins
Walls collapse, familiar needles dig for gold we make
We leave with bruises, sugar cookie souvenirs, and moldy cake
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Clique Bait
02:22
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Some things in life they just go at their own pace
It could be the folks around me, even the toll gates
There’s no way to speed it up or slow it down for me
Taking a stand and now I’m sitting down so drowsily
Now I find myself outside of home without a key
Should’ve hidden one somewhere, but now it seems
I want to hide inside instead of lounge in crowded scenes
Hearts grimace to the finish lines of powder fiends
Adding up all the pieces, it’s a hill of beans
Playing king of the hill with guillotines, fulfill the dream
But does it make sense or start bewildering
Hoping to make dents, but still I build a string
Not quite at the end of my rope, but it’s frayed
Extending a note to all the players, what a game
In love with fame, chasing glimpses of what I’m not
But each reach confirms indeed I’m stuck within this box
I made my peace with purveyors of the vagaries
The layered vacancies of those who take the taste and squeeze
Remain at ease while some twist to find the traits and teeth
Can’t determine if it’s loss or gain, they make a wreath
A mock up pain macarena where the praise is reaped
Some often strain trying to find the words to bait the beast
So I observe, but don’t participate in all the games
A clique preying on the click bait to call them names
Shepherds guide the flock to give the wool to make the ski mask
Pulling over eyes, disguising lives inside of street traps
Sweating bullets, fashionistas sport a heat map
Another school shooting, cops statement retract
So believe the beast travels at the speed of lies
And wolf tickets are submitted for the reason why
Hold a beacon with a knife, in case the blade is needed
Illuminating through the hatred, taste parade of Eden
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Bleed Money
03:43
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They set at each others’ throats with promise and pride
I’m Mike Vick without a dog in the fight, vice grip
With the trauma supplied, it’s like this type sick with demonic surprise
Wanderers wondering soon Dishonor and die
Pondering why we keep consuming, it seems inhuman
The globe we scurry over is left a steaming ruin
We worry ‘bout graffiti like it foreshadows something worse
But the poison is a cash for home signs upon my turf
Improve the neighborhood and soon it’s unaffordable
Trendy spots for out of towners sipping cordial
Investment properties, some win the best monopoly
Trust falls follow handshakes bereft of honesty
But where do locals go when mortgage payments go for broke
Big bank taking little bank, so alone
Note a stone unturned it’s probably the gunfire
Keeping gentrifiers clear from all the slum’s wired
Tough on crime, turn a blind eye to drunk driver
People act alert but in truth only some find us
Amongst titans we struggle, but it’s one sided
It takes an oligarch to hold the dart and fund MIdas
Cause nowadays powerplays are all the dour crave
Let the furor die down and not a brow is raised
And on the third day they resurrect the Reich again
Distort the history books to give a righteous bent
And all the rules we were told don’t apply to them
Too much money invested and that’s the might of men
I try to pen something, hoping to spark a fire
Killer cops stay paid and victims slip in dark attire
Only after years pass does footage get released
So what part of my sanity is left to keep?
If you build it, they will come and take it all away
Amazon trucks ruin roads rocking Jersey plates
Kurtis doing Blow with Bezos, so the tax breaks
The game is rigged for the people who already won
Building mazes for us, posing gracious so they let us run
Take the sacrificial lamb and they just let bled it numb
It makes me cringe, watching giant pairs of scissors up
A government official poses for the ribbon cut
Maybe a golden shovel planting trees in abandoned lots
A year later the saplings are dead and that’s the cost
Everything is for effect, got the optics right
Want to care about it all, the talk is not tonight
Let’s authorize Alexa, give her the invite
To listen, to every word we ever speak at midnight
Got a phone, but it seems the phone has got us
Too sneaky to bother with a pop up
Not alone when the app has dialed in the life I lead
Where I am, who I’m nearby, the price of need
The times I log into an app to see if the dune has shifted
A watcher of the grains, laying in the noose just twitching
A future prison big brother business supervision
We are famous ones with lights they shine the new religion
We’re too submissive but they’ve got me line and sinker
Dosing out the hearts, likes, and shares, climbing quicker
Maybe by the river, in a van, is better for me
But everywhere I look I see another fetter forming
The weather’s storming a power outage is coming soon
But look at Texas prices when the grid begat the tomb
People die, nobody cares because the money’s made
And we fight each other digging deep the muddy grave
Cunning ways divide and conquer and we play the role
Virginia bowling alleys, Bubbachuck, conduct the way of moles
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Burgerbody Bounce
03:27
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Give me the beat and watch me fricassee tracks
I’m popping unicycle wheelies on my victory laps
Medicinal movements soothing ears of those who appear
Whether they’re racing by or simply chose to mosey in here
Nairobi to the Gobi, I drop a globe in your ear
I’d rather try another run than seek to cope with a beer
It’s kind of fun trying not to buy another pair of shoes
But I pick them up regardless, and there is the truth
The artist slash consumer, just a sheep in his clothes
Still waters kinda shallow, so I deepened the prose
reaching to carve out a lane, but seeking reason to grow
I couldn’t find any bases that were needing to know
So maybe all the searching was just built to distract
And I should return to rapping like I’m killing the track
Atilla with that, stacking a zillion foes on the slabs
Battered broken and sad, so woeful smoking and cracked
Total annihilation with the viral cadence I’ve awakened
Cause the cave that I hibernate in, well it’s quite amazing
Creature comforts surround sound with the speakers thumping
Keep them krumping from downtown to the beach of summer
Teaching thunder how to rumble when my hunger attacks
I’m in a pumpkin patch with cabbages to punk them with that
Jumping them back in time to appropriate spots
While I wear a pair of Mobius socks, smokingly hot
Not parochial, this vocalist is frozen in frost
Pinnochio doing coke in the Poconos with a cop
Propose a blizzard, nah, put twenty holes in lying alibis
I’m plenty cold, Mister maladjusted Malachi
With the palace guards in Palestine living hard and calloused lives
And if you’re not aware, I’ll catch you up oh pal of mine
But that’s enough for the time being, do some research
Behind each country’s birth it seems a certain beast lurks
I’m the guy who sells you tee shirts, a couple hats and keychains
Kerosene vocals finna bust a buster’s refrain
And these days I’m getting mp3s instead of beat tapes
And maybe when it’s getting set to rain I get a knee ache
Knee deep in the ways meteorology to be brief
From CDs repeating the knowledge leaked I seek to be me
The not quite bacchanal cat involved in rapper brawls
Speaking impactful words dispersing work from his agile vault
Had you call you folks for backup, your quotes are wack plus
I tried to warn you like Like Ross Perot the ghost of NAFTA
And those who had stuff, I gave them props cause I refuse to hoard them
Welcome all to cruise within my satellite’s acoustic orbit
Refuse to hand out bad advice unless it’s grabbing mics
And overemphasizing shoe importance when I have vice
I’m moving forward showing and proving improvement for it,
Start with Discount Lion Safaris mark the deployment
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6. |
Nuclear Winterscape
03:05
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You won’t find me with the botched efforts
Dropping laziness on Koch Records
I’m made to win, the hot stepper
Without a pair of Lavadomes
The heretic slash therapist
The wherewithal to tear the bricks and leave them dust
I believe in us, no need for Joneses keeping up
I reap what’s sown, stitches left inside of scarecrows
Steadily unravel traveling with monche and pharoahes
A constant burial, my shovel burns, the raw fiero
Asbestos gloves when I get to work, another learns
You mess with us the wrong move, jenga parkinsons
Ragged hat in hat, Beg your pardoning, my trek is hearkening
Herald angels choking on their rusty bugle
All that’s, plus he’s brutal what he’ll do to hushed pursuants
The musket looming shadow on the son of man eclipses
It’s atavistic, you can’t assist it, sacred cataclysm
You read it one way, forget that, I spat it different
Mind erasure, the latest visit, hit the app and drift away
A gift of gab shadow boxing day, the fist is gray
A swift array after Christmas, disappointment kills
9 before the 83 I’m on a voyage still
The mathematics I’m on, Alcatraz to Attica bonds
Panic attack the lightning bolt incinerating that which was calm
Jacket is long, beyond the waistband, a fit of rage
The drip is venomous with SIA gear, submit the takes
A hidden saint inside the exoskeleton
My music hits your soul hard to wreck the elegance, propellers spin
Lou Pinella Pirellis, loops and the gruesome delis
Loosened nooses swelling under rain from acid clouds, movement jelly
The rude awakening the snooze button 80 watts
Hit them and we make them hop, electrified container walks
So recognize the flavor boss, no fakers baking tater tots
Find my mind inside containers that the Raiders lost
Providing greatness saliva supplies the biters wages
Break the scales of any snakes who’d ever try to rate this
Watch the shrapnel slither into dark abysses
I run it start to finish while these other runners hearts diminish
Got it locked, solitary thoughts in carbon prisons
Guilt trips lace the Claymores, watch them charge admission
Why is speaking so simple when it’s so hard to listen
JON?DOE ski slopes FILA parka frigid
They try to batter me, butter me up? Not happening
Running amongst the rabid kings bantering with the bashful sheep
Walk the walk in flyer kicks to find the path for me
Avoiding viper pits and hype that hits the passive beast
I’m just a race horse, steady champing at the bit
Sick of powerbrokers coddling and pampering the rich
Magic happening in mansions with the whips Belly dancing with a kid
Special Ed with Helly Hansen in his fit
Had me wanting it, the newness that I wasn’t aware of
I wandered with a wonderment that summoned this scared pup
Made him braver, gave him heart, didn’t care that stares stuck
Believing in ourselves is the way to prepare us
Repeat it with a spell, inundating the dares thus
This thief is in a cell with the bedding that bears rust
I earn trust, gaining interest in relationships
Mutual respect instead of funds, but spread the pay that hits
A rising tide drowns too many with a leaky boat
We’re here to patch it up, returning glaciers to the freezing cold
Not earning favors, just doing solids with human knowledge
Why not share what we have learned to those pursuing polish?
My suit is solemn, I never wear it, I’m having fun
Pulling cards and chew them out with flavor, save the pack of gum
I got a stick and walk quietly amongst the false idols deep
Dog years of Bad luck, shattering my rivalry
The vibe is heat, shout to wingclipper with the blades sharp
I’m illmatic on a quasar these cats are bravehearts
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7. |
Amidst all of This
03:24
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I grabbed the dishes with the oven mitt, the other day
Left broken and shredded, the best way to suffer
Like Chuck D said, or was it my mom, speaking of regret
I bleed steps, the golden 18
Beyond sleaze merchants, I behold a great dream
The raw speech furnace, steadily folding your team
Let the beat roll embracing my soul with the warmth
Alone, I wandered blizzards, the coldest of storms
No quantum physics just Qantas visits, flights of fancy
They’re ready to up it, so I supply the ante
Admonished mimics and found that it was breath wasted
I’m too old to spend time and energy on such a basis
Plush amazement, the cartilage of phrases make my spaceship
A short week with long days, take a day trip
Far from faded, my heart is darkness and armor plated
Trying to stay away from favorites so carbonated
Carbon dated my pen with a timer ticking down the fastest
Chiseling my reverie, triplicate to drown the tablet
Down a rabbit hole again, and so I hold the pen
Control the lens my own cinematographer
A bit of flare here and there, fame I’m not concerned
I got a lot of thoughts to burn
But sometimes I turn…
Off my brain so I can relax, aligned with a path
My inner child hides in the back, trying not to cry at the clash
Between what it was told, and what actual life provides
An appetizer for destructive vibes and cyanides
Messiah vibes, getting full of myself, I hold an ax
Cut myself down to size, preempting any bold attacks
Gold is cast for the ones yet unprepared to die
A million fingers point in all directions, saying there’s the lie
So where am I in the midst of all this broken crowd
Asking the same questions 14 year old me spoke aloud
Poke around, seeing what I can locate
Cola flashbacks, like everything is okay
Needlepoint, tufted rugs, even needles crochet
Removing the first letter, like there is no way
A standing ovation for those transporting their loved ones
Instead of succumbing to road rage
A bouquet for all deserving, halt the searches
Side of my house had a fence covered in all nasturtiums
I can smell it still, halfway across the globe
48 years deep in here, still a lot to go
Cannot condone some of the acts of mine, but that’s life
Choices made that didn’t stop me in a trapped site
And this is an interactive passage listeners can roam upon
Combined with Dooz1, I wrote a song
Unbroken bonds formed without a fetter in arm’s reach
Doing this for the love of the love, my heart speaks
A guarded life feels like something for the fearful folk
I’d rather risk the breakage than stymie all the tears exposed
Practice gathers rust, we watch the theories grow
Here we go, limping with a weary drove
Months fly but minutes move in here so clearly slow
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8. |
Detroit Dirt
01:58
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Hear the lions pacing inside of the prisons roar
Clean slate, forgetting everything I did before
Tree hugger with a sycamore, Tipper Gore
Sliced with a Liquid Sword, so let the crickets snore
Blake with the handle, Harry Potter Gryffendoor
Tracing the gamble, carry off the stiff and gored
Perfectly content to stay where I have been ignored
There is no competition, psalms forbidden spin the lore
I’ve got a wardrobe full of strong suits
Foreclosing on poor souls, my heart contains a calm doom
Weathering the storm, whether it’s a monsoon
Tsunami or long tomb, move on you and you’re gone soon
Jumanji hollering olive drab a dab of the camouflage
Back into Panama, Suez Canal my jacket analog
I pack a plan that’s raw to banish inanimate puppets plus the catalog
Emphatically spat it, San is the man of law...
the rest is in my notebook
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Sankofa:
I’m hearing cats holler quality with strictly garbage
So I listen to the whispers while I disregard them
A missile aiming at the miscellaneous
Splitting craniums simply scintillating them, abysses caving in
My symbols blazes in places they never made it in
Basically, made to win, creating this contagion a fatal grave chagrin
Throwing shots, but barely graze my chin, my beard is handling
Fear this ambulance, hear the manic tears abandonment
Sincere tarantula my rank unanimous from banking damages
The language candidate the hunger pangs and savage dips
Fangs dripping from a phantom’s lips the man is terminally sick
Prefer to be equipped with a verse or three to spit
Repeat it in hallowed halls of the all the bleeding men involved
I keep it moving onward while the needy dead have stalled
Regretful vendettas, super somber in suits of armor plated
The martyr made it, prepare the carcass for the dark occasion
My bark abrasive, bite that splinters femurs, start erasing
All the thoughts that you had ever entertained for charging Satan
I’m set aflame and running streets appear in here to punish beats
Sincerely hearing echos of the hunter’s feet, from underneath
Chuck Brown:
Draw ya weapons hit the 3D printer;
Ima heat this up quicker than a TV Dinner.
We some Warriors, repeat winners
And we Knee deep in MCs bleeding each sixteen delivered
These Pee Wee spitters too Easy to reach when their arms just too short to throw hands back at me
They considered boys to a grown man actually
The end of their road ain’t a slow jam masterpiece
I make em hit a wall speeding
Now they dogs running like Iditarod season
I Kill ‘em all for any old reason
When I’m putting rounds in they heads it got that synagogue feelin’
I’m a Minotaur to these miniature heathens
They seasoned as Caucasian recipes, essentially
They flavorless and armed with some archaic weaponry
I’m dangerous as making boys hang at the rectory
Pause cause it’s appropriate; I’m like nas getting older cause I’m only growing more legit
Cold as the War with the soviets before the coup
Plus i Been dope since Mary had the morning the flu
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10. |
Roberto Alomar
02:52
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The smoothness undeniable
Big Daddy Kane rocking flyer gold
Loaned to Slick Rick for photoshoots the title known
Cables cascade from regal necks, keeping fresh
Intern’s grandmother the fur coat, you seen it yet
Nowadays, cats have got the gear but not the skills?
So I’m hopping time machines when I need reminders still
No time to kill, I must exemplify that dopeness now
Dropping jaws, pick them off the floor with just an open mouth
No showing clout, simply speaking with a mindful manner
Claims they got your back, but then a spine can shatter
The finer fabric of my rhymes arrive to write the magic
Casting spells my pen the wand upon the lines emphatic
The last compelled, not really though, there’s plenty more
I’m thinking Defcee, Ace Cannons, heavy swords
Many more, but my mind erases names quickly
Even though I nod my head to plenty great ripping
Roberto Alomar going berserk at salad bars
Know what it’s worth in talent, heart, hope to disturb the balance card
No corny rental, the rug it is oriental
Percussive with lords we revel, the plushest of cord is special
With skills I’m fortified but more admired for the mortar fire
The war arrival your messiah, it’s the lord and sire
Far from fortune minded, grab the torch and cast the glow
My rap a fractal rubiks cube renewal crash the throne
Passing go because I’m moving forward, dodging traps
Jamal back with Wildcats supply the Monster mash
Piranhas gnash their teeth, ravenous for masterpieces
I had to give them something special, note the vast uniqueness
That’s eureeka bouncing from the speaker boxes here
Sharing just a bit a joy destroying toxic fear
So thanks to all the cats I build with on a daily basis
If I’m lucky i’ll still find a way to stay creative
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11. |
The Safecrackers
03:02
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this song is transport, taking you to a magical place.
whether present, future movements, or some back in the day.
Sankofa, chill the God with those immaculate breaks….
You think you've got it locked, but now we're cracking the safe
I feel like Wooly Willy, iron filings in the sink from shaving
got to keep my skull smooth, ideas (steady) incubating
I’ve been awake when the dull dudes have been mistaken
For something worthy of time, taken to the brink to break them
What I think’s contagious, gracious with a blink of nascence
I keep time with the beat, no need for trinket bracelets
A rhythm native writing to the way my feet strike the ground
Might’ve found something dope and then I write it down
I sell it by the pound, dap, props or what you call it
Padlock the brusque with dollops that bust the rust symbolic
I must acknowledge all the pioneers who laid the path
Super Sam illest mammal on the mic, the flavor stashed
I try to take it back to show you how it all began
Don’t want to forget where I came from, the fault of San
took my broken English to the shop to get an estimate
they tried to give me a quote, but I told them that i repped a bit
Already wrote my own, so I didn’t quite require theirs
Living life with rhymes to spare Pry inside of my affairs
They tried to snare a bit of soul, but I turned them down fast
I won’t cosign that garbage for a clown sash
I’m here to rep my people doing dope things daily
Finding time between the rest of life to fight the lazy
Cause that couch of mine becomes a vampire
Sucking every ounce of energy from me, I’m so damn tired
Man, I’ve just got to get up get out and move it
Goodie Mob had the plan, find me making some music
Nothing wrong with a song being made for amusement
Where would a cross be, without the betrayal of Judas?
So many tattoo shops would need to get fresh flash
Bet you the warrior band would be lonely, yep fact
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12. |
Where it Maybe Was
02:48
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But what’s the point of this fun is not had
Do I exist just to punish the bad, I’m wondering that
Summoning wrath when the time calls
In the meanwhile, my mouth is just a fountain where the rhymes fall
Cascading causing ripples on the wishes made
Trash fading, talk and listen, song is this the way
Decisions change, so I move as the signs fade
And through it all have a vision finding my way
Knowing what matters to me is the guide
And all the nonsense, see I’m quick to leave it behind
Head nodding, man, I’m just deep in the vibe
Cutting bait and I’m free in the tide, being just fine
Peace of mind because I operate from calmness
Find my rhythm in the moment and I’m gone kid
Following my conscience, there I go again
Foot inside my mouth and now the sound is overspent
Proud of what I make, refraining from the arrogance
I’m not here to be reciting what the parrot says
Write a paragraph and then I lose the piece of paper
No sweat, I’m coming up with more that’s even greater
See the labor of love, this isn’t work for me
This is escape to the place that I’m immersed in deep
And I may never return, until I have to
Hear the track call my name and that’s smooth
Hollering hey, they may need to haul me away
Tim Baron with an ollie a day
Somalian sommeliers in a trolley of eight
No baby talk here, spare me all the colic he ate
My policy is quality, not Kweli but tall and speaking
Dogs and ponies looking skittish, see the polish leaking
From coliseums to cul de sacs I’m riding beats
And there’s more than just a little bit to find of me
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13. |
Beast Mode (in stereo)
02:29
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Beastmode in stereo, there’s no accounting for me
Before the flood begins to bust your limbs and drown in 40
My force is busting in, doors are smashed to particles
No time for clown shows, for sure I’m smacking rapping carnivals
So grills are guarded with loose lips, I rap with lighter fluid
On a lighter note, I flick the bic and watch the pyre boosted
The fly acoustic purveying flavor in spite of Judas
I keep to myself, got no time for shiny movements
You tired of losing, choose another set to go against
It’s Billy No Jokes plus Kofa known for no pretense
These cats have got the flash without the skills to back it up
Another fashion model posing for the gram with stacks deluxe
Forget that, I pen some raps to leave their souls deflated
Overrated, plus their flow is bogus basic old and dated
My scroll is sacred build a shrine and note the vocal greatness
Never is my soul complacent, I keep it moving so contagious
My pen is soaking pages, sick britannica stats
I survived by being me and never plan to adapt
Billy brewed the banging beat, I watch the vat cook slow
These cats are shook, in the back of the Ac with their MacBook Pro
I’m Frank Castle driving Killdozer to the billionaire’s club
To finally bring about some change cause I’m sick of this stuff
Another politician, another empty promise
So I’m putting on a show, not talking Benihanas
I’m here to scar the bones of all these rapping Karl Malones
R Kelly of the dream team, the farce condoned
Here to fill a lot, these guys apply for Ray J
I’m through with all the games they play, Bison Dele
Your rank is mousy, I’m Frank Brickowski, Wu Tang Bukowksi
Drawstrings the only things that ever hang around me
So take the war drum and bang it loudly, slang is rowdy
Married to the pen, recipient of language dowry
I’m tranquilo as Frank Grillo before the storm
They stepping to me flawless, leave in a distorted form
I used to play my idols’ music in my mom’s car
Now I bump my mixes through my system with a strong heart
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The raw militance, spitting a tonsilith
Hidden in song’s bilious, sick of the gone villagers
Rickety raw killing it, sticking the god willingness
Division the boss building his mosque, stop silly skits
Posting posthumous paintings aiming for thirst traps
I was there when Pun went and handed them their purse back
I carry nail strips inside my pair of cargos
In case a car goes too fast and then the car slows
Rims sparking on the street, shredded tires flap
Lawrence Phillips Ray Rice then they fire back
I adapt with vital dialect to tie the knot inside a breath
Quiet is kept inside of catacombs of pious sets
Bones are rattling sabers inside of scabbards freeze
Blades that faint at the sight of blood with a scab’s reprieve
The phantoms breeding feast upon the last believers
In castles, grieving with feverish visions, glass and they ask for Jesus
A patch of visas, work into the stitches, superstitious
My vision, gruesome Medusa loose subduing proof forbidden
A new religion of futures brighter and current darkness
Painted pigs prance making bacon covered carcass
A couple martyrs making dancefloors from recent graves
Facades granted a fandom but innards eat away
6 feet are left, the cardiac arrhythmia
My pages covered with ink, like Mike Bibby was
Dimes are dropped inside of wishing wells, so bottomless
The ripple never effects, breath, yet, so watch your wish
Forgotten quick within the fossils and the phosphorus
Found my way for but a moment, now I’m lost again
The flint is slick and matches only seem to snap against it
Ego driven, for the audience I practice penance
Deformed karate kicks, no lozenges, the last descendent
I close the tome before the chapter’s ending, crackled leather
A shack of shepherds, sharpening their crocks
No past remembered for the bargaining of plots
Heavy blades, Clippers loom close every day
Damocles abandonment dammit just let me stay
A terse globe stuck, sticking frigid gone thrall
Hearse tow truck, in for the long haul
The prawns crawl over trophies in forgotten cases
Leaving trails in the dust for your observation
Clicks of exoskeletons shrouded in cobwebs
Mix of elegance regretted when the gods slept
Apostrophes become colossal with control sought
Ownership covers up the loneliness the cost wrought
A mascot made of all the things we’re told to cheer
Nevermind what the team does, just hold a beer
Some black thoughts inside of the whitest skin
The last to laugh lost fighting for it life and limb
Mass murderers pointing out the slightest sin
It’s hard to hear myself think inside this mighty din
As for the problem, it might be him, it’s never us
So point the finger of judgment crushing a life to dust
Applying pressure to others but we deny regrets
Cult believers flog the fetus fortify the steps
An ornament of belonging, hogging the dying breath
empathy’s a medicine we’re too afraid to try it yet
We’re driving deadly as Tyus Edney the cliff it calls
A fire medley suppliers ready to fit us all
The squall is bitter, while whipping us into frenzies
A visitor grim assembly permission begins with envy
Eric Sermon vision the world is watching with green eyes
Complain about the weight and now we some free fries
Deifying every moment until the moment passes
Then it never even happened, word to homeless masses
This code is codified survive and prosper right, don’t offer help
Blood upon the mop of prisons as they mop the cell
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15. |
Joel Frieders
02:51
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They couldn’t hold a candlewick, let alone the wax
Whether we’re talking vinyl or the other one I’m prone to snap
Got my voice embedded into blackened grooves
And writing raps is how I’d love to pass the afternoons
Transformative, the rapper in a glass cocoon
San’s storming in Jurassic give giraffe the room
Mack a ron or is it macaroon? Back in June
All the cats mask-riding catch a sack of doom
Here to Sasakatoon I craft the tune accordingly
The weirdest rapping dude attaches to the form of beat
My core beliefs are staying true to self and being kind
But sometimes that confusion makes me realign
See this world rap that I exist amidst
Isn’t quite the dreamscape that I had wished for it
Quid pro quos degraded to amatuer
Shepherd fleecing flocks, bucks from a famished herd
Busfoot and Kofa, laying the track
Kansas City to the Fortress with a Wayne and it’s stacked
Flux Capacitor in Cairo so we’re taking it back
Just some passengers arriving with a flavorful batch
Quite content to live inside a bubble that I made of words
Whether celebrating birth or making fatal verse
And I become what the beat finds within me
Whether commentary’s anger, or a side of whimsy
I can feel invincible or even kind of flimsy
Depending on the vibe I’m given, that’s the magic of it
I write a vision, my pen is the chaperone
Sublime, not rigid, staying fluid as the fabric roams
Challenging myself to keep improving as I go
And friendships are made along that windy road
A treasure chest inside I find my heart a tiny trove
Providing pose,a feather’s heft or mighty load
Hidy ho whether playalistic or the Simpsons
Hate diseases, but adore the symptoms
There’s gold in the hills of those who stay sick
Imposter status complete with the cape that they stick
Taking flight without a sampler Busfoot had custom made
With the Common and Normal logo plus the tray
Microbrewery pursuits to make Frieder overjoyed
I’m speaking upon my friend Joel, no need for ploys
Just a heap of life everything at once with feeling
All the feelings all at once amongst the months of healing
If you happen to see, give him my regards
And give him a bearhug cause that’s love the size of hearts
He’ll probably take you to a place he loves the food from
Or maybe take you bike riding for some new fun
Tell you bout the bees that almost killed him
Along with thirty other things in life that thrill him
You want to be alive, be with him and buckle up
Speak truth to power, live your life it’s such a rush
Rumor has it he can even go and cut a rug
Down to tiny shreds, no life regrets, it’s time to summon us
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16. |
Tupperware Lid
03:12
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Jeediem, supplier of all the fly loops
Melted cheese on the plates I’m trying to pry loose
Freestyling to beats bumping from my phone speakers
Dry my hands to scribble down a thought, my sole reason
Otherwise, the ink will run and lose the lines I wrote
Memory fails, pretty sure that it was kinda dope
But my supply is not coming to a dire close
Quenching thirst from a fountain of a fire hose
…I suppose that I maybe I should chill a bit
Unplug from all the rush and hit the wilderness
…But making things is what fulfillment is
So take these wings to fix the gilded gift
Icarus in first class with the vinyl drop
Melted wax and it is piping hot
Hell and back with the tire wear to prove it
The caravan of bruises simply for amusement
Videodrome back in the day made with 2Sick
Alluded to other things, sometimes simply made illusions
The pace I’m choosing is mine, not for other folk
Rainy days I watch the drainage on the gutter choke
Running outside, hope the basement doesn’t flood again
Use a couple sticks to lift the mess and rush to them
See, that shopVac is kinda worn
New roof so this house can then survive the storm
surrounded by plants at the dining room table
My sons are playing minecraft right now
A load of laundry is whirring the basement
mic on a tupperware lid like how?
Shapeshifting to my life so can I find my form
A rose by any other grave may only cry a thorn
So we sop the damage, cover up the emptiness
Looking for guidance beyond us, tentative
Permission doesn’t come from them unless we make it so
With a sampler’s eyes, I see the vultures taking notes
A graceful hope is what we’re given to leave neglected
When arriving in a spot, I simply peep the exit
Insecurity has made a home inside of us
Too busy to stop and wonder why it was
A lion cub baptized by the fire’s thrust
Glass eyes, losing marbles in a time corrupt
Line them up, all the obstacles we made with care
Anything to keep us stuck and staying there
Pray a prayer think a thought and watch them disappear
Taken to the brink of naught, the frost’s sadistic leer
And this is how we score the game
Talk about instead of play parlays ignore the pain
Leaking batteries in beacons of hope
Morse flickers SOS, as we speak it in code
Swords to plowshares heed the call of the rust
So make sure to come back to home with all of your blood
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17. |
Stained Glass Bedsores
03:32
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I’ve got enough to drown a city
Self doubt, no counterfeiting I’m down and driven
When sound is living
J. Depina make the scape that I roam upon
No road of palm, just me with a sober song
I won’t be long, three minutes or so, and I’m ghost
Sharing the innermost, put on the mask, begin to boast
Wondering how long this Crooked raft is finna float
Could’ve took the cash and been a mope? Nope
My cynic notes the way the world was once promised to me
Now it feels more like kama sutra, calm and gloomy
Palm the ruby, stigmata modernized marketshare
Sharks repair thousands of teeth in the dark aware
A carcass where a heart had beaten now lies frozen
A finger thumb brush covers up the eyes open
The scene remains, the lights fade away to other spots
Bottles broken in bags for those who Stumbled off
When it comes to loss, only so much individuals can hold
Bitterness corrodes from within, frigid in the snow
I sit back, listening to folk chatter on this and that
That had been a pistol whipping lifting the skin to mask
Some grin and grasp whatever crutch is within arm’s reach
May we stay way out of the sway of harm’s keep
Blood pressure rises when the speeding of the cars creep
My dream is glorious crematoriums dark teak
Maybe mahogany inlay for that grim day
Read the stories in the paper they’ve recorded them
Reward us with different prizes, coordinates
In pretty vases with notes, the orchids sit
There’s got to be more to this, than trying to just be
…or is it just me?
The hushed breathe with vapor clouds the only witness
So when that end arrives, there’s no resistance
Some go the distance, breaking life’s sentence into fragments
And hindsight insists iit hasn’t been as bad since
Seen so many come and go, but here I am
…doing what I can
I cry for people that I haven’t seen in years
Sitting in the chapel with the shrapnel and the fears
There’s something powerful in embracing loss
Getting to that point of the journey, and the days it cost
Making peace, even if it escapes, we’re familiar
Seeing each other in the light of days, no certain filter
We search bewildered, finding comfort in the ways of old
Those without defenses have the bravest souls
Content enough to live and feel it all, joy and pain
And all the in betweens seep in poison frames
A poignant claim that we own anything but right now
No matter what that piece of paper says, lie down
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18. |
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Sankofa:
See the fact of the matter is San’s so nice
I stash my raps in the handle of a Rambo knife
You’re talking to the man who knew no fear
I won a staring contest against Udo Kier
So uh, face of death, no sweat, I’ve got a wall of them
Place your bets, and debt, you got to call it in
Loan sharks getting set to bite your floaties off
Coast guard weapons kept to fry jabroni knots
I’ve giving cats complexes when I start the thesis
Without landlording over some apartment leases
Vultures pick the bones bare, no time for carcass messes
My favorite kicks back in the day were from the bargain section
But nowadays, everything is getting swooped up
Another reseller, trying to make a few bucks
Everybody’s got a grind but I’m wearing down
So I resort to writing rhymes, provide the where and how
Do a little hunting, maybe share what I found
Cause soon enough the greeting mat is at the burial mound
I’d rather build people up than start tearing them down
And we can still eat enough with some sharing allowed
JON?DOE:
You really oughta see JONs brain
Got flows like the levee broke that feeds Pontch'train
A-Z bombs rain up in you peeons range
Running all over a track like Prefontaine
Found the only constant is comp is not comparable
Historically ive hated authority- wouldve shot constables
Living proof that monstrous thoughts is demonstrable
no response to the verses so they call em irresponsible
But every line I write requires auditory focus
Rappers running like they found they ain't the pop on Maury Povich
They begging stop recording! Oh shit!
Mackin to the waitresses, forgot the whorey hostess
Im yelling fuck yo couch like a coked out Rick James
Standing in a smokehouse- spit flame
Davante Adams on a post route- quick gains
Master the swagger then I switch lanes
U ain't nothing but a shit stain on your dead grandpas lingerie
And I cam see his fashion sense runs in the family
and i aint talkin bout the tears in that Chantilly
But we expose u on the mic- you're clad scantily
Hook:
We out to ruin your career while grooming 2 beards
See the Sulversmiths drop it on the 1 2
See flows ungodly and we blow them parties
As the days go by we deduct crews
Been doing this here for 32 years
So ain't no need to ask me what I'm up to
And if u know somebody who knows somebody
And u ain't never hooked me up then fuck u
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Sankofa Fort Wayne
My rhymes kick in like a turbobooster.
Fort Wayne.
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