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Kirkland Signature
02:38
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My jump scares got the vertical of Ronnie Fields,
before the car crash, heart attack tsunami deal
skin suits left upon the blacktop in flaccid puddles
a soggy flash sheet, Nagasaki map of knuckles
whitened in the fracas, been scaring rapper's straight
shout to new fans, the ones who maybe tapped in late
unless it's Kevlar, I drop enough to crack a crate
the magistrate, Serf magician with the magic breaks
some words of wisdom getting sprinkled when I tap the pen
Got me thinking every now and then I’m loud as zen
The sauce delinquents, claiming flavor, I saw them shrinking
Isiah Thomas with the jagged hip, I brought the Brinks in
The rawest linguist slash fossil boss unravels novels
Rap falafel quick to pack a nozzle, track is gospel
So praise if you’re feeling so inclined to note the shine
But this is strictly fun, never on a Kofa grind
These guys are simply copycats, I’m Kirkland signature
Work the verse to injure nerves, sloppy acts with risen fur
Looking for backup, paying a fee for the lines and they act tough
I’ll be playing my tracks from boomboxes duct taped to the back of trash trucks
And that’s up in case you’re wondering what, some of them running amok
Son a thunderous coming to cut the bench to splinters, some of them suck
I’d rather celebrate the lessons from Ls than ever chill with Pensive winners
And break bread with my friends than pose around expensive dinners
Forever ill, building the terminal and the flight control
I remember grabbing a hairbrush instead of mic to hold
But now I have my own complete with studio to make the tracks
Write them upstairs, go downstairs and blaze the raps
Take a moment after runs to bathe in the endorphin rush
Soviets in the ride reminding me of the more than gorgeous stuff
Jeff Spec vocals over the Chaix beats defines deluxe
For sure the finer stuff, inspiration light it up
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What Bespoke Was
02:52
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word is born, my thoughts appear as gondoliers in birth canals
the essence, verbal a fertile crescent from Churchill Downs
I got the dog in me, Bravas with the purchase now
Hakeem with the turnaround the way I'm working sounds
verbs and nouns on that adidas scope, the triple beam
please believe the beats are dope purified to cripple fiends
even cats on a grip of lean regret the taste
Laced the overdosed, footnotes on my resume
believe it, I’m even fresher in the present day
and I started dope as hell, spit forever great
I'm taking runs, relieving pressure on a stressful day
Forsaking some, but the present’s where I’m best to stay
the mental blocks, the mighty monsters that I thread with thought
regrets, vendetta’s renaissance, a perch the vultures tread upon
lay my head down upon a bed of song and get it wrong
Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again
quality check stickers with Vietnamese fingerprints
hiding inside the lint trap, a lifetime to drink a spritz
I’m finding designs of impact, impactful people in corporations
Swallowed whole by the force of hatred, a source of labor
Resourceful with a gorgeous cadence, watch the lines converge
Sports are sacred, the sacrament to pack the mighty dirge
Who might emerge from the chrysalis of crispest dollar bills
A butter flying from the firepan demolish ills
Hell to pay with shell games, cell names the mollusk chills
Building knowledge still working on aquatic brolic skills
From my pen, the lava spills, mountain from the hills of moles
Building the impossible, the better just to kill your goals
A rhetorician villain vogues, ready for his close up
Machete manicure the petty weapon with the rogue lust
Refrigerators in the mailers what bespoke was
Chained to the machine, a newly purchased pair gold cuffs
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Shoutout to Jeff Spec of the Soviets, forever dope with it.
Hey Serf, let’s do this man
The dude is awesome. often thought of as a chupacabra
Moving on them, mood is solemn, thought so few acknowledge
Keep it moving, new deposits
We do the knowledge
Fresh rep
Jeff Spec holding that bazooka brolic
Do a solid for a couple cats
Speechifying keep it tightest, asking for their bubble back
Believe the finest
No need for bleeding diamonds, far from based on sucker acts
Serf with the plushest percussion rabbit as Russian hats
Run a couple laps, lounging with the dopest flair
Climb a mountain soaking up the sun inhaling open air
I roam aware of my surroundings hold the focus there
Foes prepare, I simply move forth and toast the rare
So here’s to all of you doing what keeps the fire burning
Got to do what we must to ease that mighty burden
I see the tide is turning
Yeah
The archbishop, the focus so autistic
It’s all physics. I say jump, the bar’s lifted
If they ain’t chirping they’re barking these rappers charred brisket
I’m not saying I’m god’s gift but the god’s gifted
Macabre mystic, fishtailing a stalled Civic
These scrolls that I scrawl cryptic, you got it all twisted.
This slow burning I’m in it for the long distance
I live a charmed existence paper’s proper all British
Mastered my fundamentals I’m an extremist
Your favorite rappers is geniuses of convenience
Assassination’s greenlit plus the scene is set.
When I dip, the chick that you see me with is the dreamiest
Leukemia‘s bad to the bone, shit I’m back in my zone
Stacking my stones I’m in that top seeded bracket alone
It’s no man without sin so who casted the stone
It’s my world you ain’t on the same axis I’m on
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Gods of Crisis
02:14
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trials and tribulations
survive the wickedness their lies and mayhem
mausoleums and
the flights of ravens
sublime abrasive the time is taken
the clock is ticking on
survivors take ten
that's three to spare
believers they can leave us there
the pine anonymous
try to topple this
what?
the mighty obelisk
plus a feisty novelist
supplying plights to novices
the culture's sub until they monetize it
gods of crisis
holograms sham barrages brutal, thoughts of Midas
mirages, tyrants swear to higher powers falsifying
Being that adult to guide them through the caustic lying
Minds that sour find the lemon rind to grind away
I’m flashing back to China days, all of the nights I lied awake
Or lay awake, thinking about the hammer squad with neighbors slain
Skulls singing pain refrains until the life has faded
Be still with knives that sharpen on the flint, the slightest traces
Trying to save face the burner glows upon the stove
Lay them down upon the shield that stays bespoke
Rage that grows a cancer steadily erodes
Replacing face with groves, rows of scars appear
A darkness here the hardest parts betrothed
The soldiers march in rows, madness in the parchment scrolls
Savage straight from parts unknown, ravaging so guard your dome
I’m tapping in playing tag with teams, the beast of famine binges
Handsome digits entranced with the plans that stand committed
His trance religious broken by the falling phosphorous
Atrocities are knock knock jokes spoken to a coffin lid
Find them where the paupers live in boxes offer optimists
The proper operatives who proffer thought for awful problems swift
A prophecy apocalypse apothecary dropping hints
A drop of dairy causing tears to fall and wet colossal risk
The sauce it varies spreading panic in the wake of sleepless nights
A beast supplied with beef to keep alive the deified
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The Man on Campus
02:30
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The man on campus, holding forum with the fly gazelles
Big tobacco vibes admiring his clientele
Sure be a superstar director with hands swift
Advancement of the plan steady, selling the Stans myth
Picture worth a thousand, they loved him for his stills
Mostly black and white, but add a color and it’s chill
Went to LA, became a trainer to the stars
Dancing the samba to the network’s guitar
Gold fronts for the chompers seeking a recap
Only out for dolo, didn’t do what his team ask
Could’ve been top ten, maybe back in 2000
Turned out, he was a predator like the Cube album
Swore his dad used to cruise in the blue falcon
Packing that artillery with his mood solemn
Had a rivalry, Abel and Cain
Journeying to Rome with the fatal refrain
Streetball like Dipset, won’t recall
No 20, 3 and Me, it’s all in the genes
A dollop of cream acknowledging his volatile dreams
…On paper, quick to serve them up like Rod Laver
Climb a cool million when he’s gathering stacks
Mount Mutombo jerseys up in the den with all the plaques
The crazy ones ate what they could find
What’s beef but some overpriced meat at the time
Great Scott, Jeremy is at it again
Fingerprints pulled off of Naseem, a hidden gem
EQ tees kept balance in the wardrobe
DiGiorno for sure though, the source code
Word to Steven Smith architect don’t even trip
please believe the league is slick, the part to rep
Nothing up the sleeves, team up in New Jersey
Audi 5 thou collab, but it was too early
Sonny Vaccaro in the lobby with favors
KG on the beat, the naughtiest nature
Zig zag gills on the shark in three ways
Rick Barry underhandedly foul so keep faith
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Simmons in the Gym
02:03
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you weren't there with Ben Simmons when he's shooting in the gym
A disembodied phone zooming to the rim
nothing but net, no sign of Petrovic
ready and set
putting plenty to bed with weighted blankets
many have slept
The vanquished faded from the canvas
A stunning gamble that rarely pays
Loss leader losing liters in these scary days
A new demeanor, frugal earner seeking where he prays
The square amazed at the repercussions, the reaper gushing
Admiration from an artery to paint the marvel deep
of sleep the cousin
Hansel in the pizza oven
Shout to P-Ro who keeps it coming
Relentless fences who the greener grass is sold through
Hit up Saigon and find my favorite bowl of soup
Control the mood without stimulant, begin again
No depressant needed blessed peace, with my spinning pen
And then the din is zen
Assassins catch a conscience, then beg forgiveness later
The path of rapture launches hatchets with the wicked labor
A grip of neighbors watch and never suspect
Quill dipping in the poison, and the feather is left
Time is slipping through our fingers, do we treasure it yet?
Pay attention when the light is like a special effect
Lazy susan spinning spices the variety life
I learned early calling shots either fight or be wise
The molotov, smallest violin to cry a binge
And knowledge sought when the flyer twin is climbing in
A crying hymn with the frayed ribbon deeper red
Next to Zilla’s uncle’s initials believe the thread
Spill so pungent and vicious, punch a bunch of holes in walls
Keep myself company within the coldest squalls
I told them all and every single one was only me
Holding conversations rubber room and so we leave
So dope indeed
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Armor plating makes the cipher complete
Craters start to caving, taken in the price of the beef
Enticed to retreat the tax we pay is sly with deceit
Some back in days with math appraising sacred mics and the speech
Shout to Serf supplying righteousness, heat
So you can find me, mighty rhyme providing riding this beat
Trying to squeeze myself somewhere between society’s creeds
Fighting viruses of piracy greed, while I’m trying to breathe
Performing surgical strikes on scrubs who doctor images
Kennyskywalker lifts aloft the thought so limitless
Ink running rivulets of lava, penmanship catches wreck
Live from days of bassinets the pagan masters wept
Survey the stanza’s depth standing at the edge,
toes gripping on the creaking diving board, we know the ledge
We don’t believe in hype and war
Phantom badges nestle stealth just beneath their cloaks
We refuse to pay their price for sure
A life so pure keep the knife handy just to cut the bait
And walk away from the flustered horde
They must adore
Left them hushed, agape
Guarding what? Some rusted rustic gate
The martyr up to a plate that runneth over such is hate
A summoned chauffeur for the getaway but we are wising up
Never lead astray shiny items eyes adjust
The geyser busts, we stay moving like MacGuyver does
Making what we need from what we’ve got, that’s the plight of us
Historians might deny it was but we’re the fly deluxe
Set to march forward charging forth to ride the bus
Breaking bonds of all provided cuffs, we’re making songs
Creative pawns taking over boards, past the breaks of dawns
Commodore 64 squares staring at the stratagem
Passengers on perilous paths surpassing Nazareth
Find me in the lab again without the coat of paint to buff
Visualizing vocal murals that I’m later raising up
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Sankofa
Finding the lock of life and I’m applying the keys
Trying to see what works within the sight of disease
Fighting with thieves for idols and titles
A mindful retreat
Revivalist creeds providing some kind of relief
The trouble being I’m minus belief
Other than friends and the plight of the meek
So the journey is made, a drop of blood on eternity’s blade
I’m fighting the beast
Say sure to behave where civil is the latest shackle
Mercy we seek
But murderous dirges are climbing the charts
Immersed in the works that decided the start
A versatile person that’s tied to the art
Original sin in the mightiest heart
A digital grimace it might be a shark
Some fiction admitted with guidance and charts
A race to the finish, pacing with bait and hate is admitted
So find me an ark
Surprisingly dark a man and the myth that he blissfully made
Human rubble wishing epiphany stayed
But history’s made by the victors who script with the wickedest blade
Assisted brigades
I stay with resistance persist and remain to admit it’s draining
And painted with bitterness
Bits of the brush that are caught in the paint
A canvas supplanted with sovereign states
Strokes of the brush that have toasted to us, and have broken the crutch
On the road to the crushed
Where the dead of vendettas are roasted to dust
A pessimist left with a note to the hushed
JON?DOE
Lost to magic chopping the hatchets, heads of the opps gettin dropped in a basket
Last on the list of a docket of bastards
Vernacular cocked and it's locking the casket
Talkin that wack isht got u a spot on that blacklist, we be concocting them classics
Kofa and I with the coldest of eyes when we scoping these guys who be clocking the tactics
Jockin the 'tastic comma fan when we on the stand we the bombest man
Hope u unnastand just don't wanna jam, this is Son of Sam when he's cooking it back, click
Blaow! Right thru the passenger window we smashing ya kinfolk them laughing again tho
We know that it shouldn't be happ'nin we slappin a menso lacking the je ne
Say quoi, this Santana and Hey Ma they smashing a rental
Claim that they poppin the lead but they crackin a pencil, clearly don't have the utensil
After the intro attacking the instru-mental, we channel their lack of essentials
Funnel the sheer disdain for anything plain, it's a game where we stacking credentials
Wrapping the tendrils around and around, drownin the sound in a circular motion
Flushin the toilet we rush in and spoil, if it doesn't uncoil then the serpents a quotient
Of certain commotion, it's curtains for those when we servin the quotes with a fervor that's potent
Yo love is like murder and hope when it's mingled together, inserted by Serf into dope then
These burgeoning bros been rockin again, we droppin the gems that deserve your devotion
Further the notion we still here, sayin hell yeah, we up first but we closin
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Cinderblock on the Trunk
02:43
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cement block so the trunk stays closed
abandoned lots, Cadillac, and the grass as it grows
weeds curl around the wires of the rims in the tires
two of four are flattened, rubber pancakes, expired
jagged black cracks cutting through the walls of white
once righteous now tired in the halls of night
never falsified, rust creeping on the once majestic
paint flakes steady chipping under tons of pressure
years have passed, the passengers have purchased other rides
back seat was a bench without a belt to buckle tight
Driveway snaking to a home no longer there,
echoes of laughter, ghosts floating in the air
A few cinder blocks left behind,
lumpy lot from a basement filled, no card games to testify
Blackbird da Jeweler had the sex toys,
the brass knucks,
the gold fronts and all of that
right there on Pontiac
storefront church down the block in case some god you lacked
the scrapyards where the totaled cars were often stacked
past the roundabout a place that used to be a stripclub
kept the signage but a place for cars to get them fixed up
a neon sign that no longer lit seductive promise
across the street from the used tire spot that got it
the wire spot that moved out the place but kept the landscape
an outdoor gym with broken pieces keep your hands safe
the place selling rugs, incense, and tiger statues
torn down years ago now a lot the weeds and grass grew
the tattoo shop right beside the broken payphone
The Elco tap for tired workers on the way home
the used car lot that's always changing ownership
a neighborhood that changes and I'm growing old with it
I’m just driving by, imagining what was
Wondering if anything was ever in that trunk
Maybe somebody looking for escape routes
Gagged and bound, face down, silent after struggle
A blood bath of knuckles a troublesome Path of rubble
The muzzle flashes on the shy, a final portrait taken
What better spot for a rolling grave than in between
All the factories. Workers keep it moving, nothing seen
Smoke breaks, cutting endless shifts to smaller parts
A purgatory for the bills to pay it’s all in dark
Ala carte
Cinderblock on the cadillac trunk
Cinderblock on the cadillac trunk
Cinderblock on the cadillac trunk
Cinderblock on the cadillac trunk
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G Fam Black
It was just a dream watched it drop all in place
Is this life? Await my fall from grace
Here go a whole LP, aint take long to make
voice in my head sayin’ they gonna hate
Can't shake these,.. feelings of fraudulence,
The fact that I'm,. here is astonishin’
Am I scared, is it, fear of accomplishment?
Hard to believe it when they share me a compliment
I ain’t believe in myself or I'm just insecure
First time hit the radio i nearly hit the floor,
Feel like i hit the winnin’ ticket but i scratched the void
Pats on the back, even attaboys I’m paranoid
Contemplation got me Stuck on a pause
Was it all just the luck of the draw?
Surpassed rappers that been doin this for decades
Oh well, put the tape in ya box, let the cassette play
Sankofa
What am I even doing here, who am I?
Thought that I had a found a rhythm, but a damn lie
That’s all it ever was, bluster and etceteras
And people thinking the truth was what I said it was
Thought that I knew what I was talking and being
Walking like a champ, top of the evening
I guess I conquered my confidence, what a win
Now every moment I’ll be stumbling
It’s like I even forgot how to take a simple step
Let alone mold a syllable with intellect
For those I loved, I thought that I could be there
But then I disappeared, a ghost of hopes and despair
Participating got harder so I gave up
And I’ll never make up for stuff I made up
A grenade inside my cranium for penance
Fooled myself with joy and then cratered made it into weapons
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Lake Wobegon
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saints die leaving the cursed to live
Puff bubblegoose feathers from angels in the turbulence
inertia wins as the twisters hold in cold embrace
rick the ruler measures plots for the golden cage
the coldest case, permafrost becomes the latest one
Learned a lot and used none, a fatal numb
Afraid to make the old mistake, they hold the place
the price is right for a stone's throw to roll away
soul engaged, treading fever in this molten space
Behold the rage as the embers warn the trolls away
Guarded heavily the optimist, parole awaits
Stars and mezzanines frozen for the frame
God inside a blackened spoon, the lord in vain
the more the merrier, burial with Some more to maim
Siddharta martyrdom marker sharpie a source of pain
Chicken scratched in the blacked book of wars to claim
No more remain
If everything is special life is Lake Wobegon
Extort the game
Life in a distorted frame, painted canvas morbid pain
Discourse inflamed
Doctor Octavius my chosen coat of arms
Cabbages with the Ghosts of Mars, Rosa Parks
A Penny for the thoughts of posting guards
Most bizarre peace to Simpsons, they brought the Moe’s to art
Surgery is open heart, rusty tools, no regard
Bonaparte slash Noah’s ark, Soaking barbs
Broken shards of the arrowheads Joan of Arc
Known to starve while the marrow bled a totem shark
leaves changing and they're whispering goodbye to me
Another year come and gone, tread alights to beats
The miser keeps secrets deep in paranoia’s safe
Combination plus a time lock the Hoya days
Ticking every box on the timecard
Invest-mentality salary is a nice start
Apply heart and watch the world turn it to a cinder
Resuscitate the soul and bring it back to newly injure
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Sankofa Fort Wayne
My rhymes kick in like a turbobooster.
Fort Wayne.
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