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It’s on and it’s not a pair of suede tearaways
Try to take it back, but it’s more than a phase
Nice try champ, but your camp is weak
Got attacked by a bear and you can’t retreat
I’m singing Kumbaya with a Manson beat
Voodoo doll dude becoming a dance machine
Who to call? Maybe U-Haul to cart it away
I’m sorry man, was there something you started to say?
Your cardigan is fancy, but it’s dark in that cave
So nobody’s going to see you for the fashion parade
Bashing away with audacity, perhaps you’d behave
Flashing spectacular chains and Cadillacs in the flames
I’m here to rattle the cage, and frazzle the fragile today
With phrase attacks waged to slay the babble you claim
What in Carmen San Diego are you talking about
Trying to get provocative, but man you’re soft in the mouth
numbly walking on the coals of a burned bridge
Somewhere inside my soul is a cursed script
and the poison runs deep, feel the earth shift
Was getting to the journey’s end really worth this?
I’ll book studio time to record raps that I haven’t written
What’s the worse that could happen, half a cataclysm
Word to Kevin Beacham I’m time traveling
Align my orbit with the satellite I sat within,
Peel my grimace back, perhaps I then unwrap the grin
Was it victory, or just a game they had us win?
I must admit the rush was great, but then it faded fast
Yellow brick ground down to powder, we made the path
On a crusade for new way to prove faith is enough
In the meantime, cheers, I’m raising a cup
Counting down all the days in the month until they’re gone
Then I start it all over when I’m building this song
I try to never say that I can’t wait for something to be here
Regardless of approaches, time will disappear
And who am I, but another trying to hold strong
As though holding on could ever change I’m, so wrong
So anytime you’re feeling cocky and you want to talk
I’m Tom Chambers, fast breaking with the Tomahawk
Listen to your mama squawk, aftermath phenomenon
The kamikaze commandant bombing on the often wrong
I heard you got a rep and left a tag in Rotterdam
But honest man, you thought you’d reach the promised land with comic sans
Trying optimism, what remains is scorn
My rose colored glasses have a frame of thorns
life can put a stop to things that you hope to accomplish
Getting close only to end up getting roasted, despondent
Broken upon a road when the journey barely began
Littered tombstones, where the conquered buried each plan
Then again, shallow graves are dug with shuffling feet
When given a chance to be heard, man we muffle the speech
Nobody builds better walls that can never be climbed
Than when we box ourselves in, it’s working every time
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
