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killdozer visions with some frail masculinity in the mix
lyrics
They’ve got my running on the fumes an alien ship
80 ways to make the brain inside your cranium split
And if you start complaining, maybe you’re just aching to quit
And if you’re worried ‘bout a lady, well you may be a simp
I’m simply talking about the worry that they’re doper than you
And if they are, cheers to that, because the focus is true
Proposing to view the world, set to conquer as teams
A stronger regime responsive with the mantra from queens
So how you feeling about things man?
Oh, you don’t know where I stand yet?
You better start listening
Phdbeats, hit ‘em up!
Demonstrable dreams instead of being concerned
About somebody catching up to speedily turn
This beat’ll be burned, my condolences to PH
DBEATS, I know you put the work in, but de-ceased
No repeats, waking up short a limb, no amputee
Or polio, just your man going on a phantom spree
You can’t believe it, so you play it back in Cantilevers
Security beset by random breeches, hand to Jesus
Straight out the looking hole, a crooked soul with magic beans in
You better plant those seeds…
So let us climb to the giants we can soon become
Shine upon our own feet, ravenous consume the sun
No additives, just heart illuminating passages
A rude awakening soon consuming traits of passiveness
I will not succumb and beg for misery with negativity
Self piteous falling dredging for venom in rivers deep
I’d rather revelry prefer to set aflame to fresher beats
Dreaming of new ways for me to do this as I get some sleep
A league of bruises, memories of journeys made
Scars collected from this architect so I can burn the page
So what do you stand for?
Some of these songs take more out of me man
I’m a firm believer in doing what I believe in,
If it isn’t something that I stand for then you’ll find me leaving
A tiny demon spinning gears within his velodrome
Tire tracked calligraphy inside my skull the relic bone
wire tapped epiphany, lightning bolts striking fast
electrocuted dirges, my inspiration fried the staff
Moses posed a statue of charcoal, as a barcode
In a dark hole where the guards troll for the teeth of sharks slow
There are no parallels, everything intersects
A lion roaring at dying cinders as the winter crept,
A sardonic grin is next, a red tongued carpet rolls
Inner children hiding in Russian dolls that scarred the souls
Ajar is closed, adore what we have and how to use it
Top of the mourning, off of the hinges, docile informants offer us binges
A proper contingent, plans and clauses, causes das EFX’s rawness
And the best thing I can ever be…is me and honest
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
