As I was getting ready to go to Detroit, I reached for my luggage and found this book bag inside of which were some of these. Instead of an obi strip, I had custom ribbon made and then I had my guy Wrecklords use a laser etcher to make some aluminum stickers which sealed the case shut. Inside are two CDs, $5,000 Flashlights with beats by Agent Orange and artwork from Greg Locke and 102 Magnets featuring artwork and production from J. Dankworth along with a holographic sticker.
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My state of mind has metastasized
13 to 50, even got Alaska, right?
Then nabbed Hawaii for the territoriality
Then snagged Aurora Borealis to max the malady
My rap’s an actuality on tracks with a pal or three
Dual citizenship, my nationality
Used to live by the Castle Gallery, but no more
Now the ‘07 is embedded in my folklore
Horses? Better hold yours, I don’t have the reigns man
Alton Lister Blister prominent upon my brain scan
The goblin in a van, bumping beats from the underneath
Bite my rhymes? That’s going to put you back 100 teeth
Your boss succumbs to 1s and 3s, I skipped the 2s and 4s
Superhuman troubadour, (dude) who can move them more?
I found the apple of your eye and chewed it to the core
And that’s just mean man, you don’t want to do this war
The stripes of adidas plus Gilbert Arenas
Patrick Ewing minus John Starks, do you see this?
Dennis Rodman plus Allen Houston with his sweet kicks
Harboring the math for Bernard King, believe it
Step back, tighten right and left straps on your flyest jetpack
It’s fine advice, so get that, ‘for I arrive and wreck tracks
Slap happy epidemic repping many years plus
All of the friends made, lifting peers thus
It appears we’re up to whatever we seek
The sickness is sinister, guess you’d better retreat
Sip or slurp your Fiji, I’m drinking from the faucet
Piloting the flight to break the barriers of conscience
Threw caution to the wind and it shifted and came back at me
Now i’m stuck with a gasface, trap travesty
The last boss to slap box with the hand of fate
A cast off with the mask, lost, no plan is fake
Command breaks, from Mandalay to the land of lakes
Shout out to dusty digger dynasties who cram the crates
No can of spam of candygram, this type of dope just can’t be planned
….Heightened focus with the family man
I’d rather eat a mouthful of touched by dirty hand Cheetos than Bandidos
You’d sooner see San in Speedos, so bland and weak though
command a land of tree folk, forget an ego, just go for what where your needs go
Be-trothed to the beat with these flows intervening with fire words
pull from deep within, baptizing the entire earth
I admire work in many forms and mediums
The core is craftsmanship, no haphazard disobedience
So listen solicit ingredients from the passionate
Find your realm, learn the ways of an inhabitant
The overnight sensation whose tracking number was misplaced
Laughing amongst the scraped away debris in this brisk race
In which case we snik days away with switchblades
Saliva survivalists sliding inside of a slick cage
The crow doesn’t fly to quick pays, papercuts and wrist sprains
betrayed in sludge, made enough and thus the wish fades
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
Album of the year. In a fair and just world, they would be headlining festivals with this one. Big hooks. Vivid verses. Fingers-crossed, the instrumentals will get the vinyl treatment. Goodwill Hunter
