Shout out to RUN DMC and the Walkman I constantly played their tracks in.
lyrics
Giraffe tracheotomy, so let me clear my throat
The last place we ought to be is near the weirdest clone
Wearing a bearded cloak with my near and dearest fear exposed
Gasfaces on the autobahn betray anomaly
The turf they claim is solely clumped upon a soccer cleat
I’m cockily drowning out the ocean with Demosthenes
I’ve gotten assembly lines dedicated to making a mockery
And trendy swine are trying to sell me their philosophy?
I’m not in the market for it, I’m staying home
Far away from all the roads that lead to ancient Rome
My tarnish blade had waged a war that sort of grazed the bone
The strongest weapon in my arsenal is saying no
The change that I carry in my pocket misses pay phones
A life of gray tones, waking up, survey the gravestones
I’m leaving breadcrumbs for if and when the test comes
And if I pass with flying colors, then it’s on to the next one
Deaf dumb and blinded by the light of dying stars
The next rung that I can climb will find defiant hearts
I’m trying, by and large, it’s kind of working, I suppose
Popping wheelies on side roads, my eyes are closed.
I got my car towed and ended up at Ivanhoe’s
So frying highs combine with trying times, it’s five below
The knife, it glows, blade spring-loaded from the handle
Striking fast upon a violent path, proposed to cancel
I chose the channel, Videodrome has got me trapped
And every sloppy act I listen to’s a copycat
Nagasaki dap, my contraband, sing the song of San
Bring it on with raucous zombie sap, linger on the lamb
The sting is gone, but damn the side effects are mighty, yep
Fight inside a mess, will not succumb and ply BS
Providing flesh to press upon the slides of microscopes
Watching every cell of mine dance when I’m supplying dope
My mind is soaked, bobbing in the afterbirth
A fascinated hunter, scanning for a track to murk
Chapter, verse, run in panic, underhanded, taciturn
No heads or tails, the phrase I coin is strictly casket/urn
The last to learn is the first to try and teach us
My allegiance is to people, neither steeple nor my adidas
Rhymes are reason and probable cause, sign of the loss
Believe it or not, I’m leaking adhesive that is reaching a lot
Review Designs the name of this jam
STephen, that’s me and that’s who I am
Talkative and bright ‘cause you know that I’m San
Kofa comes next, I don’t give a damn
See, I do, but DMC was so fresh
I had to pay tribute with a bit of his flow yes
I keep my trepidation hidden in a second basement
As for any expectations, let’s escape them
Ejector seats on these musical wheelchairs
Bereft of teeth for the chewable meals, scarce
A market full of bull, but no real bears
People claiming game? I came to play, the field’s bare.
credits
from Weird Summer,
released June 20, 2020
Scratches by Crooked Finger
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
