Kofa’s the total package
Forget banana clips my wicked spit can go Baracus
Try laying down the law, and get dropped, another broken tablet
When I wreck shop the dose is lethal, another woeful addict total damage
Mode is diesel
Motivated flights taken on a golden eagle
Portray the life I lead between sons, awife and easel
Flows that wager plights plus a job that’s legal
Adjust my flaws to maximize the path with this rapping tribe
Half aggressive, no passive perchance a casket gets them
An addled adolescent hidden in a vast directive
Made it this far, well that’s impressive, crash the wreckage
With a blast prophetic, glass embedded, getting cash or debit
Cards so chart the epidemic, arson starts in darkened hearts
Scrawl my name in sharpie on all receipts the market barks
An altered beast bleeding on an altar of Keter tracks
Making a killing with the rent to own, inherit medevacs
I dedicate this to all the raps I wrote and didn’t record
Sitting on a piece of paper waiting for their turn in war
Patient playing the part of a flint to sharpen blades
It takes a nation of ink to drown the memories of harder days
Not art for praise, arterial spatter patterns
Upon a parchment, gray, my phrase can spark the darkest cavern
I chart the havoc that mostly hides inside of ghosts
Far from placid, I vocalize and go for broke on post it notes
Piece them all together, forensic,
the beast involved with competitive letters sent with a vengeance
Relentless seasons in the abyss, I spent in endless squalls
The bitterness that pitter patters crimson, and then the venom calls
From rental halls to bargain basement, my part’s the shark contagion
Carnasaur like either Barkley or the bar keep partly ate it
Charming cadence, then the cobra strikes and plunges fangs
Tongue sandwich server superb to bust an abundant slang
Some are unaccustomed to the variety of pride served
take myself down a couple notches, strike the right nerve
No hubris, I’d rather stay closer to the earth’s core
Maneuver accordingly, formally intersperse lore
A single glass tear, falling on the church floor
Shattered to a thousand fragments, tag them in a terse tour
Immersed more in the ways that it could be than how it is
How is it the quietest die yet the loudest live?
No brow of brick or showing countenances counterfeit
I'll take your gun raps and melt them to a plow equipped
Prepare my ink cartridge for the deadly harvest
here to finish the job that many started, semi tarnished reps regardless
Heavy hearted with every leaden pulse inside of him
Statistically vital, provide the plights inside of Iversons
Enticing pariahs so mightily fighting with life and limb
Hiding in the the mud puddles when the crying skies are grim
And the end is right where I begin
credits
from Glyde Drexler,
released April 18, 2020
Prod by El Keter
DJ Konfewshus on the cuts
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
