Stop me if you're heard this before
But I'll turn that octagon to triangles that for certain will soar
From resplendent churches to chilly morgues, umbilical cords
Seeing blood and Gore, for sure I can thrill them swords
Ventriloquist still in the Fort, illustrative tour guide
Providing rhyming finery that's vibing deep in your ride
from 4-5 to a 33 and a bronze, I'm keeping on
believing in the bond of seasoning, deepen the calm
Recently it seems thoughts repeatedly demand their own capture
Stockholm syndrome on a gold platter
Self-service compelled to propel further faster
For sure would rather keep the dirge in scabbard, urgent matters
Emerge to shatter, the butterfly knife intserter rapper
Making runs in official kicks, slick purple lavish
So this it it, interpret backwards at your own risk
Betrothed to wizardry in images, you've known this
I carve tracks from Phar Lap to the tarmac
Collabing with wackness is kidney stones, a hard pass
So listen, as the city glows the embers stay reddish
With a great effort, we endeavor to remain freshest
Dismay scented with the faintest trace of aged leather
Now on rainy days, the razor blades remain fettered
Preparing for parade weather, resume written
Kept away hidden from the heavy weights, who stay smitten
The tape hissing, rotating just fillets wisdom
Never making paper, the paper is simply traced linen
Sitting awake, this citizen considers how to phrase life
Trickles falling from abandoned building drainpipes
Train tracks and the click of wheels that glide in night
Sometimes sleep is my surrender to the fight inside
Lay back thoughts racing in loop that's endless
New methods stupendous lucid in pursuit of vengeance
Larry Bird and Magic Johnson gone, so choose a weapon
Mute aggression soothe the savage beasts with music, flutes from heaven
A putrid essence purified with lives that listened closest
Devoted bishops wish religiously for different coaches
A sickened industry complictly has fed them ether
Ferocious misery delivered by the centileter
The roaches quibbling for scraps, spin in whip attacks
A race to underbellies festering with sickest acts
Pestering each other over rotted bits of this and that
Got to live in prison trapped, economist permissive batch
I'd rather rip the patch away and let the wound sting
Than sit submissively for christening the new king
And history is a just a symphony with jumbled notes
Whose victory is orchestrated by a couple folks
The more creative parasite the finer the feast
With medicine to mask any other sign of disease
credits
from Glyde Drexler,
released April 18, 2020
Produced by El Keter
Scratches from DJ Konfewshu
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
