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Mustard Ketchup Lips

from The Beat Shall Inherit the Verse by The Silversmiths

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Sankofa:
This here’s my insides, poured out and ground to the giblets
Silversmiths linings, there’s no clouding the vision
Rocking FILA back in the day like we’re carousing with Riddick
This is how it is finished, allowing all but the loudest to witness
No clowns are found in this instance, slow down amounts it’s explicit
Pounding the rhythm to ribbons, pounce and then hit them with this it’s
Floundering mimics, claiming crowns but all that’s found is the crickets
So for the sake of perspective, we simply shout from the distance
How to exhibit a howitzer spitting the vowels in blizzard, I’m shouting the Smiths and
I’m proud that we did...forever vividly disembowel the embittered
Putting insurmountable obstacles in the path of plenty passive cats
And the last to laugh is likely oxygen deprived, and that’s a fact
My Robinsons are fly, Command Forces damned gorgeous
And my house remains a home, not some semblance of a grand fortress
Overseen by insecure tyrants seeking reassurances
Cause just like back in the days, we reach the firmament with verses mint

JON?DOE:
See Derek made the beats, we provide the verses
Fluent as a script in perfect Turkish scribe de Bursa’s
You defeating us is reprehensible, indefensible
Incomprehensible like doctors write in cursive
Cliffs of insanity, vanity drowns the honest
You win this match of wits? Don’t be counting on it
The sound’s atomic, your type of rap is bound in bonnets
While I’m sicker on the mike than Jordan in a pound of vomit

Sankofa:
I catch myself waiting for tomorrow instead of being around today
So the present dwindles to thumb twiddling a massive amount of waste
The ground is paced and anticipation becomes the untouched bait
Simply trying to get it over and done with, a sponged trace
And one way or another that moment isn’t going to return to me
But it’s exhausting to lead a life under the knife of constant urgency
Feels like sleep calls to me the way that drugs do so many others
Semi smothered in mild panic while many tougher suffer plenty rougher

JON?DOE:
So fuxk the world, fuxk yo girl, fuxk the rest of it
Eat a wiener with your mustard ketchup lips
We the best u never heard of homie check the list
We here to lead the exodus from what's expected. It’s
Moses when he get the ship we flying outta here
You keep it street level we up above the cloudmosphere
I stopped giving a shit if words are real
Man i use a pen to murder steel, reinvent the perfect wheel
Make these herbs a meal while virgins purge for deals
Walking… stepping in my snakeskin boots on a serpent's heel
This a tribute to myself- the new MAGAsaurus
DOEs the left Sankofa gets the right then we attack the fortress
Venture to the Vatican where vocals jack the Borgias
Smack ya forces, yet and still we acting dorkish
Laughing in the face of darkness- I don't know no other way to act
I been a crazy cat since babies wrapped in swaddling clothes were laid in backs
of mangers turning strangers into raving hacks
Who preach of peace yet wave the axe
Lost within the cost of letting Visigoths invade the map
Then turn around and praise the sack, the message fades to black

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from The Beat Shall Inherit the Verse, released August 25, 2022

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