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Got your Adams apple bobbing to the beat
swallowing your pride with the words that I speak
I’m done with rapping cats acting like they’re dim-witted
Throw a meat hook in a shark’s fin, take a swim with it
I’d play a tape and walk away with the word domestic
And say to myself damn man, that word’s the freshest
I’ve got to take it, find a way to flip it properly
Talking all that Jazz, but never sick of Saucony
Resurrect the rebel and my vessel's not a novelty
This is just the way that I am, impress camaraderie
No reciprocity, when I give props, you're flyer
Heavy handed compliments navigate and pop a tire
Hip hop MacGuyver old soul inside a modern rhymer
Modified the ride, Kashal-Tee the chief mechanic
With the wisdom that he’s given, these cats’’ll need to panic
Feedback concede the static, react and speak combative
spray cans sitting in the grass on the other side
envy's litterbug patch running dry
Bits of love sent with emerald eyes
Back and forth watch the sentinels fly, there’s no lie
Metaphorically, I stick to my guns
Banana clips with gorilla glue weighing a ton, unloading none
Number 1, don’t need a bullet to prove it
50 foam fingers swinging in the air, bringing the movement
None of them are itchy with a trigger effect
On safety like the 26 that Woodson niftily repped
Now in stereo, a baker’s dozen
Save the ego tripping rubbish for Jerry Jones
I’m way above it
My flavor crushing paper chasing muppets and complacent buzzards
Each statement’s blazing pages namely for the sake of justice
Do they really need to fake abundance, shaking hundreds
Find a DJ they can pay to bump it, ain’t it something
Checking with the data crunchers, use it all for write offs
Mend fences make money, reduce the brawl to bygones
But letting bygones be bygones is my fight song
Especially when it’s fake from the jump, shake the Krylon
I try explaining, but my vision here is panoramic
Billboards of Standard Pattern slamming magic can’t imagine
I chant emphatic perchance to land and cancel wackness
A noble abbot with the scroll, behold a plan sporadic
The champ is at it again, extend a hand to damage
Open palms soaked in napalm, the olive branch is tattered
Fumes raising removing fingerprints of true favorites
Few traces are found when all is done, soothsayers
Who favored the crude faded away with bruised cases
Crusading for the wrong cause, their one tooth aching
Mutating in the latest of golden calves
Parading in the town square, hidden in a molten mask
Holding fast to the hunger that motivates them
Patiently biding their time until returns the mayhem
A grey gem dully gleaming in a withered satchel
The weight of passed judgement, clutch and kiss the gavel
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
