A world weary expert of his trade finding ways to stay sharp as time marches, a lethal lion in a nuclear winter.
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(Sankofa)
Detach myself from all the fame and glamor, Mademoiselle
Remain enamored with this stay in hell and play it well
The rat compelled awaiting treats, lab of maitre d
Justifying so I make believe with graceful ease
No suede lapels, just razorblades in collars taped with Ls
Palatial grief, wringing necks, best to taste the bell
Wonder how betrayal felt? I keep reminders
Just to stay on point, anoint with poison made of vipers
The wiper blades are slicing through the rain that dares to fall
Phantom limb I’m pantomiming to prepare the call
My vision clears for a moment, then the water floods
Hazy days when the glock erupted got them slugs
Whack a mole, insider information popping up
Blackest soul, painted over conscience, talk is tough
Colossal guts, it’s hard to eat before the passage
Tossing lunch, even when I keep it sort of placid
Apple of my eye inside the serpent sort of savage
The source of madness is calm, but more dramatic
Forging panic from the aftermath when going sideways
Make it seem like random but I planned it nine ways
That’s just the way that the knife sways
Pack a Sword of Damocles with panic we buy grace
The other shoe about to drop at any given
Machetes glisten with the redness that can end the quickness
That’s just the way that the knife sways
Pack a Sword of Damocles with panic we buy grace
The other shoe about to drop at any given
Machetes glisten with the redness that can end a witness
(Tali)
Resistance decreases with every minute relinquished…
In a manner befitting the genus…this is the pretense…
A riveting sequence implicitly ridden with imminent demons…
Missions recalibrate the instant regimes flip…indeed it’s
Tough to keep up as the syndicate deepens…
The standard of caliber drops as the vision is cheapened…
As long as the dough continues to knead and business is frequent…
The best I can do is ensure that my biscuit’s the cleanest….
Stuck between actively learning and learning from past actions…
Some call it my prime…but I call it exact axis…
Fact is…This status only lasts till it passes…
And we’re the last ones to know so best to fashion a lattice…
Keep the knife edge salient…keep the scope free of fog…
Stop speeding through this marathon…the whole key’s to jog…
Keep involved in the scene or retreat from the brawl…
And either way the beat swings…be at peace with it all…
That’s just the way that the knife sways
Pack a Sword of Damocles with panic we buy grace
The other shoe about to drop at any given
Machetes glisten with the redness that can end a witness
(P-Ro)
Gotta keep these plants watered, my hands potted em
Certain expectations once you’ve hit Manslaughter
calls get heavier, the job becomes easy
Don’t gotta get un-queasy son believe me*
it gets Second nature-
It’s almost uncomfortable
When you around normal people that look up to you
-but I wear it w pride
True professionals never fear it inside*
I swear it from my spirit you can hear it in mine
I keep my standards in line, all Clear in my mind, it’s just-
Drills and spars, kills and scars
Keeping ya steel sharp w these skills is harsh*
Cuz everybody need me eventually
But until then, they don’t care bout mentioning me
But they hold me to a standard that I control
-I hide the scroll cuz it’s lined in gold
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
