For my everyday people, feeling down in the dumps
Pump this in your Blaupunkts, bump it loud in your trunk
The smile across my face the statement, shouting it’s done
I call it rhyme travel, known as nostalgia to some
Not that prideful of a guy, but man I’m proud of my sons
Each penny adds up, catch me counting the crumbs
Metal detector cats with Walkman headphones and a hunch
The world spins fast enough. Your web, no joking it’s spun
Surround sound, J. Dank pounding the drums
Reverberate from your ears to your vertebrae, stun
In a certain way, but content to chill, build and merge a phrase
Bravas is the name If a burger’s craved
We’re going higher than initially anticipated
Two dads finding time to make songs, decisions aided
by the bond between collaborators, made a map of flavor
Doesn’t fit this beat, then we save a bit of the track for later
It’s pretty simple, but simplicity is complicated
Doesn’t make sense until you try, an honest statement
Every tried to clear your head of every single thought?
A rabbit hole of whack a moles inhabit souls a lot
I’ve got a bakery creating fake Adidas out of quesadillas
They killed schools and had the gall to go and blame Katrina
The businesses moved in and took it lock and stock
No need to teach kids when quarterly profits rock
Now you’ve got celebrities starting up their own spots
Jalen Rose stays making dough got the boast locked
I’m a sick of it, make money not students, prey is people
plus vouchers have my taxes go to help make a steeple
church and state separated like Kardashian games
faking moral outrage, seeking cash is the aim
Plus guess what happens to the kids who don’t test well?
Suddenly off the roster, a ghost of the next shell
Got a learning disability or cause the temp teacher trouble?
No sweat, kick rocks kid, eat rubble
School choice means schools choose who stays
And billionaires employ smiles to lead the crusades
I’ve got a sleeper verse, hiding inside of my mind, indeed it works
Used to have the kind of drive screaming like a demon hearse
Cheated earth cause death was faced three times and I passed it
Speech lining the caskets
Puxatawny got his Phil bewildering Matilda, wilderness drilled
The ill Atilla debilitatingly taking the skill, vanilla, breaking the till
Godforsaken for a lot of breakin’, breaking tracheas contagious, still
Playing around, goofing off, whatever you want to call it
Paint my name on the fuselage, combine the break, I’m all in
Shake hydraulics from the sweet ride that I never owned
When I wanted a life sized tonka truck to better roam
The earth, cause life to kids is big wheels with tough claws
Way before hearing about excessive force and just cause
It’s like just when I get the feel of being present here
Something happens and I wonder how best to heft the fear
credits
from 100 Magnets,
released October 20, 2017
J Dankworth on the beat.
Castor Pollux with the mixdown.
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
