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Triplegoose Visions
01:03
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Triplegoose Visions
Sankofa
Ice crystalizing on my beard, the winter’s heartless
Why do the righteous folks starve when the sinners harvest?
My visible breath represents my soul escaping me
It’s time to formulate a plan, or simply fade to bleak
ACT-1
Feel like we’ve been stranded in the cold for like 80 weeks
Snow waist deep, wind blowing like razor blades on cheeks
If I were lame or weak, I’d faint to sleep until they come to save me
But I gotta keep going just to maintain the heat
Sankofa
There’s no such thing as give up even if the forecast
Is try to stick me, leave me the skewered on the swordshaft
I’m kinda dizzy, vision blurs amidst the snow and fog
Is it better to die with wisdom, or never to have known at all
ACT-1
Trying to remain calm, but it hurts my lungs to breathe
How will I ever make it if no one discovers me?
And helps me to recover and to get back to my fucking feet
Low visibility... it’s tough to see
Shivering alone, on my own, no one to comfort me
Now I know survival In the wild is luxury...damn...
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Unflameable
02:34
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Sankofa
Culinary jump off we’ve got the trampoline for ample fiends to munch on
Gustatory glory with the gusto
Restaurant to bust long
Select a font of fine deliciousness that we’re providing
Tears are flying trust bond
Conduct songs through neural networks
Gepetto on the flyest violin, messiahs sin in wet work
The emperor striking tender nerves December third
My pen is church, splash placentas burst
Cement a curse competitors can get a dirge
Ultraviolet on the red alert
Rawhides the leather burnt, twist genetic squirms
Kinetic terms speaking to me, frequency of let ‘em learn
Meal tickets punching past their weight class are fed to worms
The vase smashed, shards embedded in the mouth of the bear rug
Caught a fair one, diamond grills a tragic patch prepare tongues
ACT-1
Had to try and come in on a different pocket
They see me as just boom bap, so I had to shift up the optics
I’m magic alakazam! - pull a profit out of a hat
If I ask you dig in your pockets
Y’all mad and just switch the topic
The way y’all brag I imagined you get some dollars
But the fact is all your bragging and cappery is some nonsense
It’s tragedy
Actually let me switch my response
There’s craftiness in deception
For that I can give ‘em props
And That’s actually all they want
They’re not starving artists
They’re only here for the pageantry, not the art
I’m mad about being pigeon-holed
I'm not a “New York rapper”
I’m a GOD - that’ll swallow this industry whole
You don’t have to dig it tho
Just so you know, people who actually know their shit
Consider this dope
Before you open your mouth consider this quote
"A wiseman once said - nothing at all"
Listen to folks
This time decided to switch up the flow
But usually, I see it like
There’s really no reason to fix what isn’t broke
Just know I’m capable of switching so
Listeners know
The kid is spittin bars so sharp
He could slit his own throat
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Check the Word of Mouth
02:50
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Sankofa
energy was great, but what was missing was bars
the word salad slap them silly seeing Michelin stars
Mission to Mars smooth movement, prove it, Mr. DeBarge
The only bracelet on your wrist comes with a click and it scars
we show you where the BIG wall is, after Christopher starts
see we're bringing you the dis to regard, so disregard
long distance John Grisham prison visit alarms
Bridget sitting in Virginia with her vision bizarre
slipping in Ferraris hardly christen glistening cars
we built the masterpiece, they swarm around to rip it apart
what's at stake yields the gristle with some Sisyphus scars
they dangle diamonds trying to blind us, wicked tricks and the charms
do it strictly for the ones, don't need permission to start
persimmon pulp juice dripping slick I'm tickling hearts
meticulous with brushes, bells, and whistles and barbs
my soul gripped by a griffin as I swim with the sharks
time ticking sinister participants chart
thirsty serpents sipping liquor in medicinal jars
Snake Plissken tape hissing whistle at guards
Preacher lost another sinister, original parts
Anthony Mason, John Starks, catch the Knicks at the Gard’
can't forget Oak and Ewing, brick by brick it was hard
ACT-1
They keep begging me to ease up with the pressure
Every album released create a deeper connection
Armageddon whenever I leave the session
Mirror to society - vampires see their reflection
Your entire catalog is indigestion
Repeating over and over -
Heart burning your sessions
Your festering on social media sending them shots
them tough thumbs got you bums looking Twitter toxic
See you out now you switching topics
catfishing your listeners, in person got a different posture
I’ve been winning, riding high just the same as you
But everybody at the top don’t have the same view
There’s a difference 'tween the penthouse and the project roof
A difference between wagyu, and gabagool
I use their clocking and pocket watching as rocket fuel
When you live in your truth, liars are not amused
I been perusing the playlists
When algorithms start clicking, you fakers feeling famous
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
The game is plagued with a sameness
Me and sankofa are here to save it
When I die, the throne is permanently vacant
When it comes to certain levels of greatness
There’s no replacement
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Move in Fly Sneaks
02:23
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Sankofa
Carmen Electra complex photoshoots in Baghdad
I wrack my brain connecting dots in talks remain drab
I walk the same slab with different flavors every day
Mostly SIA kicks the scientist of heavy weights
Devlin got the flavor dropping every Saturday I’m copping
First Come First Serve the versions with the work is awesome
No circus walking, I’m supporting indie brands here
I hear the flute music playing, maybe Zamphir
Membership card respect the process, yep it’s all of that
Preorders rolling in in 3 months and I’ll adapt
It’s like a Christmas gift that I forgot surprising dope
Sometimes spending extra bucks is just the price of growth
Break it down to isotopes, no more hype from Nike now
If they’re not biting, then they’re wack and that supply is down
I pack the liver rounds, windows in my shoeboxes
Set to hold your crew hostage with the new hotness
ACT-1
Been refreshing my browser all morning for these Jordan IVs
Exclusive shit that can’t be bought in stores
Limited colorways accentuate my aura as an orator
Closets full, now the bedroom corners where I store em all
My girl asking what the purpose is
To keep purchasing kicks
when we should be saving for a house to birth our kids
Somewhere in America - new versions are surfacing
Gotta get em quick - I know the vultures are circling
searching for my size, just wishing I could hold the box
Didn't get em - the total stock sold to bots!
Those NASA V2s got away
They're already up on ebay for double
That’s a lot to pay
For a sec I debate wasting an honest wage
To get that notification that says they're on the way
But not today,
suffering an awful fate
Guess I’ll just contemplate consolidating closet space
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Sankofa
Three-wheeling Messerschmitts, messing with death and messages.
Honeypot is golden, no need for the thieving measurements.
Benson and Hedges hedging bets with Benson apprentices.
Your sentence is sensitive, scented with candles and gentleness.
I handle rhetoric with velvet gloves and feather flicks.
Blood from stones is from over, now it’s time we pled the fifth
Torrential rain paints the panes of windows stencil drip.
tipping back a Grolsch I'm holding strolling in this wretchedness.
prejudiced judges sniffing with benefits, vendetta bids.
We plunge with wings, become a king just like Coretta did.
and play the odds with flavor thoughts and raw percentages.
Basquiats and Maseratis bless the despot gentlemen
My penmanship is born from eagle talons meant to rip
The best that’s ever been, impressive,yet to jettison
...Somehow the self doubt and melt downs had crept within
Flamboyant poison surging in my veins so desolate
JON?DOE
ACT-1
Have you ever watched a flock of pigeons?
They flew in unison - dropping shit on top of victims
That’s how we movin as we conquer with knowledge and wisdom
Not on a yacht spilling toxic swill on obnoxious women
I was locked in a subconscious prison
Til I learned that I don’t really need a pot to piss in
When I got this vision
It is my currency, currently I’ve amassed a fortune
So when i start racking my thoughts I'm causin mass distortion
Love my city still try to avoid the plastic portion
If you cappin, I’m slapping the cap off your bombastic forehead
Sankofa, John Doe and Act-1 are a massive warhead
Aimed at the rest of rap, to enact the warfare
I’m over it - shouldn’t be where our focus is
The world’s burning but it feels like no one notices…
The world is plagued by literal disease and homelessness
And you on Social media posting promoting hopelessness.
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Bobby Bonilla Day
01:08
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Sankofa
Happy Bobby Bonilla Day, it’s to to shine and be awake
Things are different even if they seem to be the same
Playing a game of keepaway, carrot Karens steeplechase
The last one to claim a spot is next to leave in haste
They try to feed us waste, defeatist with a demon’s grace
Justice just a game the cheaters play with evil stakes
My brushes leave the easel scraped, a canyon leap of faith
I’d rather do and let the grandstanders speak away
My inner child’s a prodigy no prada jeans, I wander streets
Put psalms to beats no sponsors just a constant conscience speaks
ACT-1
Happiness is slippery like Dr. Bronners
Slipping through my fingertips
slitherin like Doctor Connors
Harder than a lizards skin
and living in it’s twice as awkward
I got more vices than I got advice from Mom and Pop
And I sure didn’t graduate with honors from my Alma Mater
I barely made it out alive with all the scars and trauma
But I gotta leave those problems in the past -
That's what we’re taught aint it?
Problem is that trauma bothers you MORE later
So trying to store it all way seems wrong maybe
But exploring it every day just makes me more angry
If life's a test, hope It’s graded on a curve
'cause I ain’t been doing too great navigating this world
I’m agitated, disturbed
But trying my best
To make amends for all my childish regrets
Before my final rest
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7. |
Underwater Ballerinas
03:35
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Sankofa
My autograph looking looking like the mustache of Ming the Merciless
You must ask the king of cursive script depicting sickness sure to flip
My ornate calligraphy for sure rates malignancy
In your case, the script is grief
No Northface to stick to me
I’m never down with biters
Cartilage of of sharks in it, inside the lot, impounded Vipers
Serve the purest, piping hot to lifers
Maybe arrive with Lady Godiva and tied the knot to out of towners, hostile fibers
Lord knows, Rapunzel with a bundle of corn rows, for sure the floor froze
The court chose supremes Diana Ross cyan and moss, my source code
Cinderella’s slipper, Vibram soles, the life I chose, a pure road to wander forth
I stand, astonished, warm as the glowing coals breathe it all in
Calm in storm, the eye of
My life was spiteful as a knife thrust, and I trust
I take your plan and make a no-go from my gray Lenovo.
Laugh at the aftermath, watch them (crash and) fade in slow mo.
I rock the chamois pajamas she got the suede kimono
swaying like dashboard hula girls on shaky rowboats
I’m breaking No Doz, the flavors staying so dope, resplendent even
I penned the reasons swarms in oak groves
Smell of leather flooding my nostrils when I open the shoebox
Breathe it all in deep, receiving a heap of new thoughts
Scores carved into a crystal tablet, kiss the cactus
Sophisticated tastes resist the lavish, sips some madness
ACT-1
I’m in my Steph Curry rookie shit
Whole fit looking like a bowl of Cookie Crisp
Gum sole on the kicks
Mid Forces with the purple accent
Classic Material cap completes the perfect match
I’m something of a motherfucker when it comes to rapping
Started talking at 13 and haven't shut my trap yet
When you’re numb for so long - dumb shit becomes attractive
But I met my love and never fell back in those fucking traps since
Still it’s hard for me to imagine something lasting
Everything in this world seems impermanent except for all the bad things
Say my name as a sort of challenge or call to action?
I’ll put ya whole squad in coffins and caskets then autograph em
There’s more to magic than just spells and mantras
We living in hell, but conscious
Wish I could expel my conscience
Nothing’s ever fake
When it’s me and Sankofa that generate it
We the greatest of our generation
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Sankofa
Experience a heavy loss without a diet plan
Stepping off, the demigod of rocking high command
No concubine I conjured spirits that can overtake a weaker soul
Closure’s traits are ether’s hole
The speakers shudder in a spasm when I speak upon it
Never let a statue tell me or be a thief of wattage
Got some tattoos under the guns of Nick and Ted
I Wonder if some can list regret, mister kiss of death
I hear the angels in my skull sing more
When I’m opening those gullwing doors, set to soar
Showrocka
Kim Jong leather touch the floor,
what a site to see/
Rightfully/
dictate words I recite for free /
3.14 ounces , That’s the life of pee/
Pi if u pronounce it right/ the ounces quite /
a site to see/
Ghostface mask on,
cheffin like it’s cuban linx
Rap game like the crack game…
homie who would think ?/
That we’d get paid off these pages like we moved a brinks /
Now my wallys Persian violet suede w/ the Bluest ink /
I live comfortably …
So if u come for these … killa beez…
You’ll meet ya match….
It ain’t bumble b
ACT-1
Coming sideways, thinking stuff is sweet
Your shit Chamomile sleepy, that ain’t my cup of tea
I like it uptempo and upbeat
Keep upping the ante 'til they start upping the payments on those fucking streams
Pay the rappers
Honor us like Phi Beta Kappas
All my tracks are slightly more Satanic when you play 'em backwards
And I’m not here to play with rappers or cater to assholes
Playing with my names the same as if you play with matches
I’m the savior of the masses
Got ‘em flabbergasted
Slobbering all over the track like rabid Mastiff
New York, New Haven and Fort Wayne
Say you ballin', never even seen you play a full-court game
Y’all stay posting on social media all day
But your songs are lame like the internet before porn came
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9. |
Mahogany Laserbeams
02:30
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Sankofa
Ram a lam, a couple ding dongs
Leave them so confused, open wounds with puppet strings gone,
Flapping in the breeze, flypaper snacking aperitif, packing heat
Rolling through with the new ballys and some baggy jeans
Machiavelli scarfing Billie Jean’s red jelly beans,
Armor all steady dripping, peep the new Pirellis gleam
Keep a guillotine in my pocket, name of Tina Turner
3 berserkers...left them baby talking, deep in Gerber
Supercalifragiballistic
Silver bullet wizard blizzard with some magical in it, cracking a Guiness
Dhalsim signature yoga mats with boa straps
I stay careening in my lane, so where is Lois at?
Said she’s busy loving the Lakers, (even) got a Kobe hat
Phantom limb, but all the pain won’t help to grow it back
No need for stoppers, I’m eating Bravas on teeter totters
Timberlands on treadmill ill, I’m talking Giancana
...never let the undercover leeches creep up on us
...a secret promise I made in the days to speak with calmness
Saratoga, Dallas Reno el Camino velvet c-notes
Body Bag ‘em with Ben, better tell them Chino
I smell the beano you’re sneaking inside your dishes ahk
I’m holding a golden pen, mercenaries gripping glocks
Kick it off something wicked catch a whiff of the shoe
Take your city’s phonebook and quick to rip it in two
ACT-1
Was feeling kinda low, but I just guzzled a Monster
Energy levels up - now judgment is upon ya
And I don’t judge based off of any one performance
I judge solely off the substance of the performers
They keep saying there must be something in the water
But there’s something in my aura
When spitting this written torture
ACT-1 is the sickest author
Been in many prisons
Never come across one that could reform him
When shit started getting boring - I had to come back
Grunge Rap - delivered by a slithering tongue lash
I’m Mick Foley clutching a bag of thumbtacks
In my element, you’re irrelevant like a bus pass
Guess I’m never getting my Fucks back
Gave em all away dealing with insufferable scumbags
Stopped playing, cuz I know the game is rigged
Margin of error is paper thin when you play to win
They don’t support me even when I grind the same as them
When I aim this pen, a sex change couldn’t make me miss
Sick of humoring these plagiarists
Instagram famous strictly for doing the lamest shit
Fucking clout chasers - save the shit
This is VLTR KMBT, bruh - major shit
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Sankofa
When the beat drops, my rap hands chop invisible cinder blocks
To injure flocks of ninjas incidents glimpsed in Wichita
The vincent law with price of murphy beds got them flipping out
The words he said, spoke with pure regret, so listen now
Reverberating with the slang we percolate in fire verses
Fire melting tin soldiers down in iron hearses
The kind of the workers punching clocks until the quartz is gone
A bunch of knots upon your melon, smelling salts to birth upon
Birdies rocking balaclavas with my logo dance in halos
Glowing yellowbricks, the fellowship to stamp your way home
The freezer gourmand, sprinkles magic on the Tony’s pizza
I take the cardboard and make a flavor Mona Lisa…
Jeff Spec
Bobby Bacalau fry the mackerel
Bait and tackle style. Throw a mutiny I’m captain now
Rat a tat. POW. Push your hairline back a mile.
Acting wild ever since a latch key child
The blam chromey ask my man Tony
Sand slowly through the hourglass the dunks Japan only
Young fan by the name of Chloe put some hands on me. Two could tango.
Then I’m ghost but no alimony
Push the Zamboni when it’s time to skate. Crash the iron gate.
Fake love is only silent hate. Flying high rock the flyest cape
My pen in fighting shape. Y’all could fall in line never violate
ACT-1
Trying to stay positive and live life to the fullest
But The modern day rap game is a different type of bullshit
Nothing can prepare you for the fuck-shit and the fakery
Flaky peeps, one day they love you, the next they ain’t ya peeps
C’est La vie -
If they offer help, believe it ain’t for free
ask em to buy shit they gotta wait 'til they get paid next week
Keep all that phony shit away from me
Snakes and thieves lurk around every corner awaiting me
On the flip you got cats like Sankofa
Who’ve been a mentor, a friend and a damn coach in this rap culture
Anything I don’t know - I can always ask the homie
We got each other’s back without an ounce of acrimony
But I've noticed fewer dudes offering assistance
When you prove you can out-do 'em, then they start viewing you different
To me it’s all kismet, it doesn’t make a difference if we friends, opposition
or just friendly competition
Listen...from Japan to Atlanta
We shoot the gift brrrr blam-blamming at Santa
When you speak to me, you better mind your fucking manners
'Fore they find your mind splattered all due to misunderstanding
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11. |
German Beers
02:12
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Sankofa
No firefighter suit required, I am going in
Crashing through the door, no time no more for frozen limbs
I kick it down with force leaving splinters flying thick
Explicit sounds that scorch, beats and rhymes, the scientist
Propose a theory then I’m trying it, no time to sit
That’s mindlessness I’m moving forward with no minuses
Can’t put myself in prisons made of all the might have beens
No time for nihilists, i’ve got a life to live
The fly proprietors, you know we’ll be the ones to act
From Vintage all the way to now, this thunder shakes abundant cats
And if this makes you feel some kind of way, just run it back
Inclined to stay believing in us, no sweat if none attach
At the day’s end, it’s all worth it if some fun was had
Whatever doesn’t bring me joy? I am done with that
And there’s no changing the path that I’m rapping upon
Pick up some new friends, together make the magic of songs
Forget a seat at a table, I want the room it’s in
Plus the building holding the room, it’s time to move again
I’ve got a gruesome twin that grooves within the beats supplied
My spirit spreads beyond me, amplified the reaper glides
ACT-1
I turn my wounds 2 wisdom when I’m spewing diction
This the true and living proof that god approves my mission
My true conviction is to move units and move the needle
Combating them vultures with Sankofa subduing evil
We move the people with the music we’ve been brewing in the stu
That’ll batter your braggadocio and bruise your ego
Hitting snooze on people trying to ring the alarm
Crying the sky is falling, stringing the ignorant along
To get me to break my leg, don’t have to twist my arm
I hit the stage and perform filled with a sense of calm
Meditative states created by the words I’m saying
Appreciate encouragement, but still prefer a payment
Might have to defer and delay all the plans you’ve been making
Once you hear how we take the mold and just totally break it
Barely a taste of that old original flavor left
Still maintain to try to save what’s left with my remaining breath
If Hip-Hop is truly deceased, at least let me pay my respects
Before I accept that it's fated for death
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12. |
27" Zenith
02:31
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Sankofa
The way it calls to me is altering my DNA
If there is a beast at bay, I'll pay the price and be okay
I heard that Jesus saves and keeps receipts in deepest graves
and the snakes of recent seemingly just sneak away.
they fade to places so ostentatious, obnoxious wages.
The long-awaited sedated from trauma lost in hazes.
The dose is just approximated, but I walk with greatness.
My tongue is swollen with thirst, a single drop could save him.
X marking Dalmatian maps deep in toxic mazes.
let's not debate it, the flavor statement on top in Vegas.
But I'd rather be at home instead of shiny prisons.
I should have taken time to listen, now my life is different.
I'm kind of twitching, tired of sitting with this knife that glistens.
The only thing I am left with, desperate times arisen
The price of admission was everything I'd ever have.
such a clever lad carved into his epitaph.
ACT-1
Got a lotta anger toward society, I'm been trying to beat
Anxiety got the pressure rising inside of me
I appreciate every emcee on their grind like me
But never stand in the way of a lion when he’s trying to eat
Back when music excited me, I would write with ease
Now I just squeeze these thoughts out to try and find relief
If I’m a die of this disease, please let me leave my mark
By tearing all of these fairweather rappers apart
I’ve always been in it for the art and the culture
That’s why I got no choice but to doubt the heart of a Vulture
Combating the poachers with the Ultra-Instinct glow-up
These jokers would do anything for a little exposure
Show up on your IG live, faking like they know ya
Show love, but couldn’t quote a line of anything you wrote up
Used to fantasize about how blowing up would be sweet
Now I never dream, shit - I’m lucky if I even sleep
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13. |
White Gold Tarantula
02:34
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Sankofa
I play the dozens with a chanticleer
San appears to bring your man the fear, feel the panic near
In the chandelier diamonds shining with a manic leer
The mad mechanic mapping raps that follow black arachnids
Snatch the can of beer with Cam Neely
Got you cats retreating like you moonwalk in damn Heelies
Not breathing, then you can’t feel me
Malik Sealy rest in peace, the beast a drunken driver
Steady dumping on cats, I pack a bunch of fibre
The one survivor climbing from the wreckage lungs asbestos
Come and test it, I’m on fire with my tongue fluorescent
Your brunch impressive but the mix needs some worschetshire sauce
The mercenary with his merciless thoughts
...The boss of monster trucks Gravedigger rolling to crush
You feel fear then you know it is us
Vibrating in your capillaries flow is deluxe
Get to tearing folks apart just like a doberman does, what
ACT-1
Walking science experiment gone wrong
Mix between a melancholy swan song and the thong song
Music’s my mediation but murders my motivation
Patrolling all the global fakeness with a soul of hatred
How can you qualify as GOAT when a ghost wrote all your dopest creations,
At best you’re just a co-creator
We're not just beating the game, we’re clearing bonus stages
Like culinary cultists, we’re slavish to the notes of flavor
Your shit is pre-packaged Chipotle flavor
Fast food microwave trash that’s no one’s favorite
I work Solely for the flame emojis, that’s my only payment
If you don’t own a phone at the moment, then you owe me later
Me and Sankofa could both be famous
For choking Lame-Os with an XLR cable
When they approach the stage trying to do the most
Posing major
We posted in the paint throwing flagrant elbows at opponents faces
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G Fam Black
Kofa said strap up, goin to war, You want in?
.2 for 1 thats a bargain...
My team bombin,. Bring my dogs in
You gon Face 1000 arms like the guanyin
.Red dot ya third eye Hide and sikh,
i'll END you, you hindus Neber tried the beef,
.fly physicque, nah obese amerikkkan,
.July 4th at the club i sneak the weapon in,
.Let that that thing ring independence cruel scene,
weeks back, did the same for juneteeth.
ya loose teef in the ring wit brocky marc,
.You can't hang wit these gloves thats poppycock,
Stocky dark skin brova wit them brick mits,
Body shots cause a slip disc dipshit,
broke nose let that shit drip.
triple x body bag,. make sure that kid fit
Sankofa
My spice rack has that Suge Knight vanilla extract
Melt the boots of hotsteppers, man they leapt back
My set snaps, on any competition trauma death trap
don’t trespass, Looking for new tune, suggest taps,
Huey cobra on my roof, Marion Cobretti shades
cool customers drown a mountain in the sweaty days
Denial categorical rap the oracle, morbid forming storms
Holding to the radial saw, raw no remorse for you
The Jordan Rules breaker,
Taking ten paces then I duel haters with blue sabers, reduce fakers
Bomani Jones interlude wiretapper
The flyer rapper messiahs flying backwards to the sites of rapture
The title smasher, calloused hands hold the sledgehammer close
Last one who came and went? Let me scan the notes
You brandish toast with Vegemite, that’s Ms. Jackson nastiness
Platinum chains and Rambis goggles on my basilisk
TaliRod
Little did ya’ know…Talirod had a little bit of flow…
Now y’all lining up…hit em’ with a NO…
Quite firm…make a right turn drive into the ocean…
Take a mighty deep breath and hold it tight until ya’ floatin’
Know this…I’m one of one…something uncommom
If you must approach me….Abundance of caution…
Tape draped across the block…didn’t heed the warning
Wind advisory…40 knots…see them forming…
Lungs full of cyanide snuffing out ya’ diatribe
Knuckle Dragguz are the full course..y’all are diet tribes…
Bring tears to the driest eyes…
Can’t beat us or join us…but if you’re keen on dying…try
I am I…Front line worker…lead a private life
Reach the highest highs teaching mine to thrive…quiet type
Iron vice grip on the game like a lion’s bite
So if you’re not a doctor…best to stay up out my line of sight…
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Sankofa
They call him Mo Cheeks, Rikishi with the cottage cheese
Sounding like horse in heat, drop it heavy got to breathe
Rest in peace to Pun, my recipe is effortless
Magic with emperors temperature climbs, it’s time to rent a nurse
Provide the better work my crew is super venomous
Pursuit of pleasure’s slick the pessimists packing beretta clips
I heard you’re riding tandem on a Peloton in mansions
Smell a song this rancid tarantula now your mom is dancing
JON?DOE:
Chuck Brown
They obtuse with acute angles
Im over heads like the Blue Angels, Big difference
pay attention to who pays who
And who can turn any cypher to Beruit, i dare you
They went the popular safe route
And aint do the mathematics like Jeru
I mastered it and the wrath of it plague fools
To their dying days, I wear them out like designer shades
PAAVO
You want swim where the body floats
Wish fulfilled
Want to speak thought quotes
You lack the skill
We is armed
Taking the ears
And wear charms
Threats being made
Bring you closer to harm
Now you conked out
Claim injury
Pre battle
A doc note
Workmans comp
Now in the chapel
demand
Sorry but this god's plan
Taste sweet
Licking the blood off hands
Ekspan
Hook for hand and javelin, he's back up in his bag again
You're barking up the wrong tree, Barker brand Candyman
Sweets to the bittersweet, Cabrini Green horrific Creeps Beneath the Surface, see him swing a Sword that's Liquid
Opponents grossly negligent and hopelessly conditioned
To the misconception that they could control their soul's position
Cold Moon up in Babylon, reproachful and vindictive
As we're working to your disappearance homie, ghostly business
Quintessential
It’s Murrieta Joaquin Tall in the buttered down/
Elven made crown w/ the ostrich feather/
The cut Rivendale - Black Cash Folsom/
Ace of Spades off the top rope
Whenever I hold’em/
No Olsen, but the eyes Red Scarlet/
Blowing Peanut Butter Breath
with Rioja in the goblet/
You got shooters?
I got cougars jaws Hoover/
League of Gentlemen dropping gems
cuz we all jewelers/
Memphis Reigns:
To the common man Im kryptonite/
Im killing em inside
whiff what I spit
I react like cyanide
surprise, I’m unstable like a nuclear reactor with a crack in the center
I’m an inny car collision
wanna start again,like a born again christian
warn you if you do it , I’m a suicide mission
I let a cobra bite me on any of my extremities
so I can suck the venom out and spit em at my enemies
ACT-1
Spent My whole life considered a low-life
Canary flying inside insidious coal mines
It’s showtime, Darth Sidious glow time
When I point my fingers, the force energy bolts fly
and I don’t need Idiots co-sign
Real ones know I’ll reach the goal in my own time
To reach the mountaintop is a slow climb
But I refuse to die an inch away from the goal line
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Sankofa Fort Wayne
My rhymes kick in like a turbobooster.
Fort Wayne.
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