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When I was younger, had a Cavs poster, Larry Nance
Nowadays in my pocket I opt to carry plans
Never figured my descriptor would have married man
A couple sons and wife, without a family van
Pulling up to the gig with a busted rear view
Scuffed up, stuck in a trap that must appear new
Must clutch something with snazz corrupted peers use
I’m the one doing the worm within your ear tube
Giving something catchy that’ll stick to your ribs
Sanitation pick of the litter, so listen to this
The mediocre actor with his original script
So I hire body doubles for the video bits
Pen game sharp, but the charisma disappeared
Emerging from the chrysalis abyss that drips a tear
Persistent twitching is the symptom plus a side effect
The flavor injector professor with the gift that I select
Another burnt batch preferring to crash,
My word salad murderously serving it fast
Observe the blast radius, past the lax mania
Taint it and slash, slow burn Coburn, I’m making it last
Another burnt batch preferring to crash,
My word salad murderously serving it fast
Observe the blast radius, past the lax mania
Tainted the stash, slow burn Coburn, man I’m making it last
If you’re getting defensive, maybe there’s a reason for it
My train of thought, i seek and board it with the peak endurance
Elite assortment of swordsmen, rise and greet the morning
I feed the storm inside my soul and never keep it dormant
So scan the radar, forget whatever they are
The cost is epic, so wreck the set and rep with paint bars
Visualize the cinematic rap DJs are spinning backwards
Logo made of crop circles, standing in a pasture
Arms crossed, armed with thought, my brain the arsenal
From Cape Canaveral I land and plan to blaze the carnival
I’m here to outdo myself prepare for song growth
I’m building compost piles higher than Eric Montross
The long shot, distance between inception and bomb drop
Far beyond driven there’s no taking me, c’mon boss
what you thinking? My bad, your cranium’s an echo chamber
Bouncing off the words you just heard, observe the wreckage later
This beat’s got me moving with spastic abandon
Puffing my chest out huge you could put a passenger van in
Neural networks connect with this a rapid expansion
Calmly perched upon the precipice when mapping this anthem
I’m imparting prose, who knows what evil lurks in hearts of those
Hard to go further traveling upon a tarnished road
Gravel sticking in between the tread of my shoes
The herringbone pattern interruptor, blessing the groove
Used pens to pick the stones out between class periods
Nike Flights right before the lites, grail serious
Just like the ROMs of yore, I can’t track them down yet
But what’s the rush I’m dwelling in the underground bet
No running ‘round stressed in another town, done for now
Dumping out text fertilize another hundred rounds
A bumper crop, head on collisions with vision blurred fast
Feeling thirst cats slurping worms from the bird bath
credits
from $5,000 Flashlights,
released September 2, 2019
Produced and mixed down/mastered by Agent Orange
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
