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Kevlar Cheshire

from Glyde Drexler by Sankofa

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Much of my music is inspired by life and writing raps at local spots like Big Apple Pizza is one of my favorite things. What's fun about this beat is I traded it for an image Franz saw on my IG feed and then ended up using for his solo release.

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Big Apple is the place that the pizza disappears from
Hunger’s double bass pedal pounding on my ear drum
Dave Lombardo with the engine to my appetite
A misfit slayer of the trays of greatness that arrive
I kick this flavor, washing it down with
Same thing I said before, pour the brown fizz
Rep from metropolis to township
Next comes the possum in a clown kit
Contestant in the game of life, cheating death plays
Somewhere around my shoulders, I can feel the stress stay
And when sleep won’t wash it away, what will?
Wish I had an answer to say
I mean life doesn’t hand out all of the puzzle pieces
Meant to fit together at the moment that you see it
So hold that fort until your Voldemort is golden ore
And take just the pieces that you need to roll and score

I’m pragmatic, optimism with some armor plating
Kevlar cheshire, but the charm is fading
Yes y’all lighthouse at the harbor waiting
Excited for another chance, man my heart is racing

In the orchard is a serpent and a lady made of rib
Spare parts made a scapegoat that’s able to stick
If knowledge is bad, then what’s the point of parables
Can’t reap what is sown when the loam isn’t arable
Then again, a cynic would say
That the more you know, the easier the bitterness stays
And some shining lights are better hidden away
Daily lead embedded with bread forgiven today
Maybe it’s better to pretend the bars aren’t there
Than it is to try and wander past the guard’s hard stares
Keeping watch with white knuckles and coldest orbs
Ready to strike, rumbling guns, patrol for wars
The executioner’s mask a uniform for the true to form
Walk that line or receive a muted bruise of storms
A gruesome sword somehow succumbs to the pen
So what’s that you’re trying to sell me again?

Is it all accountability or a lack of self-confidence
Like where we’re from isn’t good enough to conjure it?
I’ve sold a load of garments, not a broken hearted local artist
We’re best being ourselves and that is dope regardless
We’ve got the seeds to grow, might as well provoke the harvest
No frozen martyrs posing hardest for some golden arches
Behold the start of an artist renaissance in your spot
Heeding the urge to create when the iron is hot
Whether you’re tired or not, fighting fatigue after a long day
Making something can make it count, beyond an entree
Palms raised to the sky like why is it
That our minds dive inside of sciences
Heightening awarenesses and trying to live
Going ballistic on rivals, we’re tribalists
Who might submit just a little life and climb some cliffs
So maybe put this in your car and take a ride to this

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from Glyde Drexler, released April 18, 2020
Franz Branntwein

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