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Hit them with that old razzle dazzle the shine has faded
Muscle memory we’re cheering still for some kind of cadence
Get your cramp on the climb is Himilayan now
Lay them down upon a bed of broken glass to taste the town
The question no one asks, culture clash, let’s break it down
Pull myself snug, home at last, bathe in nature sounds
Don’t conversate with clowns, I speak my piece to closer friends
The ones who know the ledge, far from folks with codes that bled
Some overslept I do the same cause I admire sleep
Pen my thoughts inside a diary of flyer beats
I’m tied to speech but better off when I can write it first
Supply a verse when people ask me that’s the price of work
The time spent is my expenditure I budget for it
Either way it’s lost before I know that I can trust the sources
A hushed assortment of lunar phases, that prove amazement
Grandfather clocks ticking with a toxic cadence
Hearts beating to the doorstep in blue suede
AC Green is losing favorites, the crusade
I dwell within the pantheon of possibility
Sometimes I ramble on and plan a song to kill the beat
I keep afloat, bobbing in a sea where all of the beats are dope
ONEGRAVE the designated supply chain with a drum medallion
Freaking flows until the posed in recent docents decompose
Plumpest scallions the wondrous onions of this tongue battalion
I reach in rows, my lungs the source of violence
Artistry, a sordid sort of silence, when I’m carving artful archery
The pure assignment, a spine is what could fortify them
Mark the parcels deep the black box my journal entry war reprisals
No crack spots, just laps logged
imposter syndrome by far my most resourceful rival
The gods of brimstone that cackle when I’m forced to forfeit
Making monsters with a vorpal fortune, remorse the portion
Ration tickets without the rationale to bash them down
Got me playing chicken in the mirror
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Hold My Flavored Water
02:36
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I don’t drink beer, hold my flavored water, the king’s here
Serving up some cheer, but for others I bring fear
My metaphor figure it stings, it’s dumb hot
Working up the guts to approach, you’re getting one shot
Burping up a bubble of soap I come clean
Speech bubble with a couple of quotes my tongue mean
If the first attempt was wack, aboriginal music
Did you redo it?
Wah wah wah bit of nuisance
Having fun, and I’m okay if you consider it stupid
Dad jokes from a father of two
Trying to capture every moment that I’m wandering through
More like a stumbling, parenthood is humbling
Putting out a fire, next you know another one begins
Crate 808 I’m in the kitchen doing dishes
Ieast hip hop thing I seem to do is living
Iron Sheik teeth shining on the guillotine blade
Shoe closet filling faster than a millipede made
Shh…that’s a lot kicks, I got to admit
Even got a couple pair that I could probably flip
But nah man, I’d rather give them away
So if you rock 13, go ‘head and hit me today
…Parachute attached, now I’m jumping down the rabbit hole
Stepping on the the leprechaun trying to snatch a sack of gold
Sword swinging with four fingers of Porzingis
Bringing the tribe blink of an eye, I’m adored with it
Never laying down the law, I’m bringing anarchy
Your Anakin mannerisms began as panicky
Ollie North…lead vocalist for Contraband
Pleading Beethoven’s fifth, it’s the modern man
I brought the God to Dam Shammgod a Hoover vac
Vice versa with the mic bursted, you can do the math
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-Sankofa
My lot’s assignment clocking mileage on this hamster wheel
Applying lubricant of sweat to keep the rancid plan surreal
Here to entertain them, dodging tossed banana peels
The center stage, immersed in Haagen Daaz for the grand reveal
The author lost without a GPS but moving forward
Caught up in a ladder going nowhere, I pursue the fortune
Give us this day our daily bread and what’s the use of torture
I’m on the grind again, it may be said I’m chasing torpor
They feed me visuals, the stats for all the other racers
Just so I can see what they’re doing in this struggle caper
Under the tables, they funnel favors to the favorites
A jar of clear, a faster pair of shoes to race within
The chosen few who taste a win and get some accolades
Lavish praise, managing loads, no working Saturdays
I’ve had it with racing, I’d rather move at my own pace
Striding to the rhythm of my conscience is the dope place
-Lyphe
Awe man….Sankofa my brother….real recognize real you know the deal….East coast to Fort Wayne it’s all the same… the grind don’t stop til our knees pop…
It’s not for slander when when we jot these stanzas
Y’all Should exercise the right of remaining silent but they forgot Miranda’s
A resting mind could never top the grammar
When they heard that? said Lyphe and Kofa nerd rap - we are not the Lambdas
Was dreaming posted on my pops veranda
My appeal could squeeze the game if I got the juice - they’ll call me Tropicana
Analyze the minutiae through telescopic cameras
Goose a hater?! Pause - look further I’m past the propaganda
Watch they manners like it’s prep school
We sacrifice inside this rapper life pay the toll and think respects due but…..
This shark tank is like swimming inside a cess pool
We movin’ to the toon of set ruLes - that’s how we get schooled
This fishy feelin’ gets me reeling but they took me on it
Made my mind relate so the line and bait? they hook me on it….
Desire brings a forever grind the choir sing
Married to it now recite my vows inspire RING
Damn…Lyphe
-Showrocka
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The Flyest You Know
02:40
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check me out, library of five vocabulary
with merchandise that varies, the purchase price to carry
sometimes take an L, when that investment won't return
but passion overcomes my logic when the boomerang it burns
through the slang and terms, I support others doing dope
it takes guts that I don't have and I recognize the load
best to find a trove of people following their dreams
DIY between the rest of it, acknowledging the schemes
money once set aside for shoes finds a new home
already got too many, so just pick the flyest you know
I got another pair just as dope that I never rock
The custom Airmax 90s with the quilted denim swatch
Spin the roulette wheel for a new york minute then it stops
Designated toothbrush keeping the shoes fresh, no need for dental floss
Nike back in the days of iDs and two pairs of laces
Wrapping up the flavor in that special printed paper
Biding time until the dope material drops then I swooped in
Animal print, call me Noah, examine the tints, it’s all we know of
The LeBron soldiers after he won the chip in Cleveland
Disbelief is how in the world reacts when seeing the pairs of Stephen
Next year, copped the black cork Air Forces with the gold flecks
But let’s take it back to that block on Iguodala, oh yes
Couldn’t believe, watched the replay, various angles even
No goaltend, and it was clean too, on every on review
Not saying the goat, just saying he’s dope You need proof
Like we need to argue over greatness instead of admire it
Wish I could time machine Grant Hill a better podiatrist
Need to take critic energy, redirect apply a bit
And I admit I find myself an ingredient in toxic waste
So I delete the hottest take tweet, and simply walk away
The thoughts of prey, no need to hunt so humble’s where I stay
And balance is found when I feel the rarest way
I’m speaking joyfulness, being present with my sons
Instead of hurrying them up and make another run
They do their thing, I’m parallel, I’m doing mine
Pause the raps for a moment and just listen to them shine
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-Royalty OGTCH
Ima always try to take it further
Far from a basic earner
My mark is a major merger
Took some baby steps and forgot theres a lot to nurture
Sometimes I keep the motion others nothing that's inertia
Now ima mercher click the link in the bio
Dont make it weird we can still link if you didnt buy yo
Warehouse in ohio another down in NC
Made to order cop yourself a hoodie or a fresh T
Og tch . Com
If ya know me your life is blessed word to mom
In the midst of the storm i stand calm
Go Thanos mode snap od then finally rest on a farm
They take it for granted im flabbergasted at the sentiment
Be greatful you had it down to the particle was heaven sent
We aint make the cut?
double check the measurements
Royalty and Sankofa, respected off the rhetoric
-Sankofa
Somewhere in America, Fear Kills Dreams in Rap Seminars
Generational Trauma, Clever Fools are getting large
Digfindlistensamplechoprepeat
BNCHWRMRS, Only Good Things Can Happen indeed
Common and Normal, Burnt Up Records, Grimey Nobody
Closed Sessions, three dollar pistol flashing, so lovely
Rhyme Puma, Clearweather and Sneep Crew, the beast brew
Bambi Guthrie Photography, Zero Seven scenes too
Brad Bores with the rustbelt capture truly goes
Pay the Rappers at Analog Junkie Studios
Wrecklords of course, eating Bravas on the newer plates
Undefeatable Matt Plett, Conspiracy to Choose your Fate
Sneakersavant cards to all the Bandcamp releases
I’ll cop it when it’s dropping, but then listen when this ceases
The money I make from rap, I turn around to pay my dope friends
They’d prolly do it for free, but that’s not the way my code says
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Kofa Nostra
02:41
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This feels like the kind of beat that Truck North would rock
One of the many artists whose any drop I’m sure to cop
I wake inside a palace rocking crowns adorned with thought
With not a sound, I cop some nouns and start to form the drop
Chevy Corsica, old car commercials, far from hurtful
V8s were mandatory, boats that floated glam according
My camera forming albums photographic memories
liner notes and lyrics that we quoted back so endlessly
The grind exposed as something that I’d just as soon avoid
Vision focused, slurry slurs unheard through the noise
No clue that G Rap was sampled for Bel Biv Devoe
Live and learn, listen long enough to give and grow
Kiss the goat so gingerly, sharpen blades and lift them slow
Spatter patterned Valentines slide upon the mistletoe
A dozen angry scavengers pick amongst the wicked crows
May as well slow down to see what’s happening amidst the drove
Long as I don’t end up looking like a Piscopo
Cause it could go all away and then the blip is shown
I vault the maze with broken poles, taped with hopes together
In the snow the leopards are lurking, certain to know the ledger
Life paths change in conversations with an old professor
Probably never realized those few words invoked the measure
But now I do work, reflecting upon potential changes
Navigating with a clarity in mental mazes
My pencil grazes the paper and paper catchings feelings
Screaming for attention with a nonchalance, no path for healing
The Montelbon, Ricardo barbershop phenomenon
The carpenter with carpet bombs haunting the parthenon
Feeling like a ghost that’s floating, but see I’m far from gone
The Kofa nostra with no dose of Cosa with his heart embalmed
So pardon songs, I harness sharks, pull the chariot far from dawn
Staying observant, paying attention how the spark is spawned
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-Sankofa
I’m handing out a stash of rappity rap rapping raps
A lethal batch
Believe in that
Beleaguering cats that capture wrath
No time for grapes to turn upon the vine, I burn them down to ash
These clowns are hopping out the car and now they’re sounding gassed
Didn’t believe in higher powers, I came around and they found them fast
My blade is sound slicing through the speakers smoking drown the rats
You found a flask I pack the countenance to cause the droughts
My rough draft is sandblasting souls, your boss is down
A caustic round from the furnace, volcanic bunsen burners
Chumps are worthless couldn’t climb without a bunch of sherpas
What’s your purpose? You claim a crown that’s made of stolen jewels
I lay you down upon the sacred ground so now behold the truth
I’m rolling though with ACT-1, my VLTR brethren
Add the combat, LeBron stature man you’ve never been
As dope as this razor cyclones my lungs release the plague
Succumb to leaps of faith, your tongue and teeth decay, the reaper waits
-ACT-1
Sometimes just to keep myself moving I gotta force my feet
So, if you looking for beef ya better floss your teeth
Starkiller - Feel the force unleashed
I’m all for peace, but if you talkin' sweet
I’ll let my dogs off of the leash
So hungry they can spot a feast from Across the street
Needed to be taught to emcee like I was taught to breathe
I Can’t afford to sleep
Up at night tossing sheets
“On my grind” means grinding my teeth and these coffee beans
live for spitting lines of heat over the type of beat
That’s grimy like the west 4th McDonald’s back in ‘93
Feeling yourself like cam Girls - get your vagina seen
Gotcha feet up, feeling at home, but never signed a lease
I discovered your style - should get a Finders fee
play the same sport but your team is in the minor leagues
Invested in me, my money where my mouth is and the checks are sweet
You're on borrowed time and the interest is steep
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Roll With It
02:46
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Empty the dishwasher, just to load it again
play a beat tape and come up with a quotable gem
bring that beat back, never let it go to the end
inspired by my life is what I'm hoping to send
the door seemed locked, but now it's open again
before your knees knock, best to set the vocals to ten
reaching zen with my pen and no emotion to spend
trying to stay balanced my challenge, let that dopeness begin
how was drinking okay but somehow toking is sin?
and I don't even smoke, but that’s a motive to them
A line they shift whenever it is inconvenient
Liberty for them, I guess for us it’s disobedience
So we follow rules they break upon a daily basis
And if we mess up, we’re done, but that’s the wage of hatred
We may have made it if we trod upon an equal earth
But fear has the people scared that equal equals even worse
sometimes growth comes at the price of moving on
leaving those familiar things behind remove the bond
No need to prove them wrong, just prove yourself right
do what's best for you with measured moves conducive to flight
take the journey to even if you don't know where it ends
Don't break, yet prepare to bend and there is zen
Rotate the situation, then prepare again
we are the making of believe indeed the share is spent
A world that we create and find the ways to keep at bay
All the evil traits, leeching souls to eat away
Recognize what I can do when trying to right wrongs
Serenity prayer as my atheist fight song
So better prepare for the things that you can do
And let the rest go, cutting bait is the plan soon
Don’t let someone else define what your success is
Find what matters most to you and that’s the message
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-Sankofa
Crop the picture with a circular logic
Just to catch a glimpse, what’s happened since the first to deposit
Shout to Turkish with the first to accomplish
Invisibility the curse of the conquered
From fists the filth is squeezed blood money fills the eaves
Stomach rumbles like a lion seeking wildebeests
The ill at ease, feeling calm when there’s adrenaline
Danger lurking as my doctor with the medicine
The pharmacist slash calmly targeted the hardest hit
Each move is calculated, Malcolm made a mark with it
Find the treasure on a path that wanders through the mess
Slight obsession yet the ask can slaughter crews that rep
Who’s the best, I couldn’t care less but still watch
Set to build until the thrill stops, the kill spots
A crooked lair left by those prepared for doomsdays
A new cave to build a better man beside the few brave
Group rates sought by the loners, rocking Isotoners
Light the beam the tightest team might just find some bonus
The right aroma provided by all the kitchen wizards
Whipping up a miracle, cleaning with slickest Swiffers
Southpaw switch his stance up, it’s hitting different
Sounds raw quick to blitz them with the fist ballistics
The jab set to crack a rib, eve on the pipe
Found the fight in the dog, the dog is leaving the fight
Adam set to bomb atomic with the dawn of golden apples
Staying active never passive far from old and fragile
I hold the gavel like a javelin the court is supreme
Fumigated all the rabble then reported it clean
Knock knock, open up another door to a dream
But my hand becomes the handle teleported to steam
My arm begins to change to a bicycle chain
With my elbow off the sprocket, no derailleur to claim
Coke bottle lensed glasses with a nasal refrain
Where the echo of the legends simply faded to gray
-JON?DOE
I heard that hanging on them heartstrings cures scars
Healing in the memories of Gentinnes, Vieusart
basking in the moments to break the seals
Replay the reels, Nathalie and bedrooms full of Playmobil
Asterix, Bill et Boule, Gaston la Gaffe
Visits from Uncle Joe left us gassed on the laughs
Family silhouettes on the bottom of swimming pools w sharks
Walibi wasn't shoes it was an amusement park
Moriah with pencil cranking teeth out your mouth
Setting fire to the floor at Phillipe de la Fiore's house
Gundam, Captain Harlock and Goldorak
In cavalcades of latter days it's a hard lot to hold it back
Recurring nightmares from falling down the stairs be over soon
Abba on the record player, Moms up in her sewing room
Giovanna in the kitchen making fresh profiterole
Ciara in Olgiatta, or Velletri where my soul be
I solely think about them days and I'm glad
Jogging through the Villa Borghese with my Dad
Sundays at Sabaudia Beach were bad, we loved it
In the back if the Volvo with the sleeping bags and luggage
From Le Verseau to Saint Dominique then Loma Vista
Belgium to Italy to tha OC growing withcha
Summers In Jersey and Brooklyn, 25 cousins
Defining being in the moment, never cared what wasn't
Grandma's house in Maywood and an attic filled with ghostly things
These are all glimpses to the memories that chose to cling
Emerald Bay where the spirit of my pops is
Glad to say my childhood was the opposite of not live
The genesis, remembered as the formative years
Before I'd ever dreamed I'd be performing with peers
Forever young, crafting these moments into bars
Laying on my back watching fireflies turn into stars
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Blender Science
02:18
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Romeo going postal, that’s an Alfa/alpha male
Pushing envelopes driven by the sound of gales
Forces without the air ones, but Devers' sprints
Is that ONEGRAVE beat? Please believe it is
Having fun making songs is reason enough
My coworker’s way stronger, don’t believe that I’m tough
Old school vision with the tracking need an adjust
The choir salivates at the sound of dog whistles
The pious validate at palace gates with god missiles
So let’s grovel with them vital on the live feeds
Scan the QR code as noted in the drive’s needs
Raise funds dollar bills inside the prayer hands
Waste none, holler thrills provide a rare glance
listen to the hum as money counters flickers bills
hand inside the cookie jar, taking pictures still
a thousand words, every syllable a dollar sign
found unearthed treasure, finders wanna hollar mine!
I rock the spot like Kwame jeweler in the clutch
riding Z-28 weak medullas finna bust
Find me creeping through the dusk on a run, working cardio
Far from ghost got no gun but imma sorry show
I'm a carbon copy of my heros in a blender
A chop here, a bit of puree and then it’s rendered
Spin the bottle, twist the cap, no aristocrat
Blitzing cats with the gift of gab so picture that
Tracing out escape routes on the prison map
Locked it down so bad I can’t get to that
Sealed all the doors, maybe welded them shut
The bars remain hot, skin can probably melt to the touch
Syllables are Ginger Rogers, watch them dance to the track
Your breath control is too short to mess my stamina stats
Hand the mic to me, forget it, man I’m handing it back
All the punching in you did is now tarantula grabs
Crowd can hear your voice fade cause your diaphragm’s weak
Don’t have the breath support to test for sure when riding a beat
Maybe crawl home, find your bed and hide in your sheets
And then stay shook, scared for what is gliding beneath
Pneumatic volume got them swooping tons of valium, jamming the pump
You’ll find me at me shows, stand in the front, no planning to run
You cowards are kicking deja vu's buckets
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Venn Diagram of Dialect
03:15
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Relief indeed is being conscious of my halted menace
And stepping softly as I please yet unapologetic
A robbery of steez, nah, I’m not a gifted mimic
My wife and sons can vouch for that, see that bit is missing
Knowing myself well enough to know what I can’t do
The Venn diagram of dialect that my hands drew
Dry erase board with the humor to match
Drier than the marker that is missing its cap
In the middle of a desert where the sun is ablaze
And the sand is hot enough to melt and punishment waits
Their reaction vids are nothing but a stunning disdain
If not a cardio shot of posses simply running away
Coming to paint with a wondrous array, brushes engaged
Just another linguist as cunning berate
On the blazing track you know it’s simply One to the Grave
So berate the flak or better yet go the way of duck’s backs
Kevlar embedded feathers shedding hits and rust cracks
Brett Farve endeavors for a legend bleed the poor dry
Timex watch stays ticking on the sore grind
When you’re a Jet, you’re a creep and it shows
But there goes another shrine as obedience grows
I’m Indiana without the Wranglers or aw shucks
Or the marital discord, toes down saw bucks
In other words it’s ten, Bo Derek volumes
Bump it to Isiah Thomas CBA, gestalt looms
Vin Baker’s dozen couple short with the faith and loving
Vindicated with the goodbirger favorite was it?
Pay the puppetmaster but parade the puppet razor rubbish
Ramone standing the Hall, toothpick staying rugged
Scott free got away once the beat was kilt
Notebook stashed in the sporran (spore-N), form an evil thrill
Sean Connery’s in the house, word to RhymeWise
30 7 like Bernard King plus a slime guy
But sub the former mayor for maybe a Kenny Anderson
Bobby Cremins with the Georgia Tech-tonic plan to win
launch a song put the eggs in one basket
watch them pray to NASA
Breadcrumb trails, likely never make it back a
gain
Anfernee plus Nike for the Hardaway a half a cent
Paper watches horror movies, it’s attack of the pen
10, think of what had happened to them
Snacking on some brie while I’m steady rapping again
And I’ll never be the same as what I was back when
But that then built the now that I am it’s a blend
Examining the camera lens, narrative bends
I was and am still learning, not embarrassed at them
Predating social media so no comparison then
I’m not here to parade skeletons from Paris for rent
Sometimes making raps from barracks with the arrogance meant
Because it covers how I feel when the carriage is sent
And I don’t want to take the journey quite yet, but I guess
That when my time is up, I don’t have really have a say in it
This is all I game I play and I’m playing sick
So pyrex them all 3.14s and drum corps
And rat the tat the general mathematics of it once more
Funk that’s from the sewer so manuever with it, plunge forth
…The same air as what you breathe is what my lungs store
But maybe I am finding ways use it differently
Not selling you an answer like I found a huge epiphany
If dudes with dues are missing me, so be I’ll just stick to being me
Things I could’ve done the same as them, no need to be
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Richard Dumas
02:49
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The miscellaneous lyrics that hit the craziest
Can’t quite predict that rhymes that might just stick to your soul
Participate in this, but used to feel the rage with a glow
A fan fanning flames, I can’t explain, the wages of growth
Advance the stage to play the back and that’s the way to rap
Uncle L with the dope cap, I play the gap
My vocab beyond a flex, it’s the just the way that I speak
A constant quest to see contagions and glee,
beyond adept, familiar with the stench of that piranha breath
Strip clubs where the flesh peddled is the Gaza dead
And disgust is just something that we ignore
Posing pretty as reflected in insanity’s sword
The plan is reborn, tourist trap with fantasy tours
So hop aboard the bus, there’s more to us than vanity bores
Or brandishing hammers with patter that the battery scores
Claimed to starve, yet denying all that manna before
So what gives?
Falling from above in the clutches of a dove
Dying on the vine with the sustenance begrudged
Moonshine battalions hid the musket in the tub
Still waters run deeper than the thickness of the blood
The clearest vision making clarity from watered Christ
Picture Pontius with his washing bowl, crop it right
The spear sticking in his side, might have bought them ice
Mary Magdalene with magnums of that proper type
Admired first Hawaiian shirts, Ferraris and the fireworks
Helicopters on the island, sly proprietors
Reject before ever knowing what we might observe
A kind of cursive, cursed with 9 diversions, tiny birds
Sometimes the nurses work the shifts that end up frying nerves
Pick the tunes and lick your wounds, but best to hide the burns
Testify the life we might survive to escape
Souls spilled to total strangers, been designing away
Yet somehow friends and fam get no time of the day
Expensive plans that never land, and that’s the life of the gray
Cement that stands long enough to hold engraved initials
Lady liberty, thorns on crowns now replaced with missiles
The mule that bristles at the yoke upon the oxen closest
Opportunists parasailing in with constant notice
The fossil rooted in his ways of stone with thoughts of Dumas
What could have been if he was reachable by Coach Lucas
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-Sankofa
flick the toothpick at a stone, they called it Excalibur.
made a legend from an afterthought, so what's a challenger?
I rhymed the same words, but somehow made it doper
max contracts, dropping nuggets, pay the Joker
A rainbow over the Mitchell and Ness,
I exist in that space between the quick and the dead
After all these transgressions, is forgiveness the next?
An old friend I never see that I hit with a text
Opportunities to talk up lots of lunacy
The Mahajah groove is deep, from mosque to monster brood indeed
When dudes convene to brew the latest batch, catch a flight
No bootstraps, we simply lace tracks and that’s the life
Maybachs, post April Chiropractor calendars
So face facts, shine the halogen on callous calipers
My ballast serves to keep my ego grounded,
Humility is what I’m aiming for, I maybe found it
-PAAVO
Hard to ruin a myth
Thats never proven
But i see you seeking the truth
In supernatural its rooted
Eyes turns a cloud
feet float a couple inches
He flinches
The bigger the boom
The bigger the feeling
Working in the fringes
Of the telepathic
This tumor is big
Lets go the path
Of homeopathy
Now he on trail
Looking for wolfsbane
A secret strain
To unlock
the powers of the brain
Feelin it strong
The winds of change have arrived
With all this snake oil
How the hell you survive
You knew it was wrong
But too deep in the lie
Wallets start to bleed
He wants them bone dry
We pray to the stars
When the flowers
Start to blossom
We all chasing good times
When the feelings were so awesome
life incomplete
If you not trying to cheat
So many mouth
And no food here to eat
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-Sankofa
Never claim raw drugs, I’m the golden vet
With his brain on dubs of the old cassettes
Pack a diving board, ready for the jump off
Rhymes galore set to get them with the drums raw
Find the door, the key is jammed in the lock
Got a beatdown like you went and ran to the cops
Think of deez now, vital for the the fans of hip hop
On the rebound, Gina Gershon with the feast wow
Meanwhile working each song cause it means more
ONEGRAVE setting up the alley and we keep score
Some say that what I do isn’t music
I keep on, walking the walk and the shoe fits
Not an elevator operator one you get a rise from
Coming with the rhymes I devise in a tight sum
Even the keel and I’m keeping it real with the mic son
Got merch, you can buy some
-Tali Rodriguez
Might have claimed a few drugs…But it wasn’t for glory…
Just happened to be a small chunk of the story…
Stories are told through the facts and the fictions…
And…... here are crafting the visions…
Mapping out sounds till the accents are favored
Smashing compounds and extracting the flavors…
Aromas floating through kitchens with zeal…
So the final product is a sip you can FEEL…..
…..Without guilt for the pleasure…
..…Fulfilled by the meal cos it’s measured…
…..Rather than feeling disgusted by strangers
It’s better to build with trusted arrangers…
Up in the place to be…nothing mistakenly done…
Every horn…every lick is engaged with the drum…
…And I’ll always have something to say
Till the day I become…one with the grave
-Chuck Brown Lyrics
Gina gershon
We live on the edge of a razor I’m balancing ego and id
The reason that some people slid head - first into base
Then thirst for taste of the evil and sin
We barely survived it made us all hide our teeth when we grin//
The ace up our sleeve believe we cheat for the guaranteed win and won’t pay the fees
Suckas !!
rap in finesse mode tracking potential
Targets to harvest and add to the stack of the bodies stored in the back of a Masonic temple
Yeah I’m rather suspenseful rather unique A-Z up in here spit so clean like bleach in your ear
That’s be the got damn truth, just bring you a hazmat suit so at least you prepared
I’m sayin i never smell peace in the air, never felt the least bit aware of anything but war
Feel like Caesar in here with steps I’m headed up towards like what’s all the uproar
They just want to take a stab at it
So we finna see which of us cut more
Til last man standing with both middle fingers up like fuck y’all
-Castor Pollux
Some my favorites got claimed by they vices
Some of those faces still see in my eyelids
dreamers in nightmares thats forged in the timeless
wandering aimless in aces diamonds …….
With shovels and axes…..Where diggins a practices,
for samples, or self or fruits for the juices im frequently crafting
small batches, all rappin’, off the top or even manufactured,
With a passion of life that ignites up a light
Design for insight on the path that we smashin
Keep it moving .....until the wheels pop
Create til Death ....Until the body drop
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Juan Dixon Shots
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Save the alien politics I’m a paleontologist
Favorite savoring flavor with native acknowledgements
Don’t pay the politics or piper with the hollow laws
I’d rather toast them with a molotov, polish off
The flamethrower with a commandant far from common taunt
See my crew’s in control with the soul of the autobahn
No autobot, forget a path to walk, I wander off
Sportscenter via Tash, dah nah nah nah
And that is how the Howard Hughes are painted
A truthful sadist playing games, forsaken choose a plaintiff
Feeling braver by myself than with a crew courageous
I’m flu contagious catching on but most immunes can take it
The portability record a war soliloquy
Comparison the thief, logging on, fulfill the theme
Vanilla bean, Kerry Kittles with the ups and downs
Sockonomics, Jersey Nets with the dots and commas
You heard me rest, but I’m still rapping in my sleep
REM’s Nemo, just a captain of the deep
Got me losing my submissions to the placid and the meek
Speech close captioned, passionate I fasten the mystique
Prefer to stretch than sit complacent as my vessel roams
Deep in bleach, the reliquary so we bless the bones
Imelda buried with her shoes like it’s a Viking ship
Funeral pyre to the water with the hype assist
I submit a bit of life I’ve lived inside the lines
And hope you find a bit to carry you in trying times
Business, I’m simply minding mine,
Working on humility, saying less is by design
I fight the urge to raise my voice, and work on picking spots
Falling prey to the ticking clocks, picking locks
Used to live and die by the bocker Knicks that lost
My posse on wall street, hooptie outta Mixalot
Peace signs, air force ones, peep the Nixon prop
Non Phixion helicopters, Juan Dixon shots
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Sankofa Fort Wayne
My rhymes kick in like a turbobooster.
Fort Wayne.
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