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path of the gods
02:00
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You cant pigeonhole the flyest I’m getting the go
Rid of all the virus
Even Midas can’t sift through my gold
Some niggas uplifting others is lifting the pole
I'm in middle of both
Accustomed to cutting checks and the rigmarole
My thoughts alive like the spirits at the devil’s hour
My spirit like when the pedals flower
Product of the dirt but I still dig deeper
One with the Earth as everyday I dub the grim reaper
Leo but I feel Libra
Balance wherever needed
This not talent
Born to supersede whoever recent
I’m the past, present, future wherever I’m breathing
Niggas talking money but not helping they precinct
The money not on the books you can keep it
And my patience for fuckery still at large
Fuck with me and adapt dog
Nope to broken promises
My role was never lapdog
Both hands anonymous
You don’t know who you fucking with
Sticking to it as you duck the script
Flip the foolish into something rich
Whatever the tool is its in good handing
From my standing to my credit I’m good
I know the plan I overstand like I should
Like a mechanic keep my hands in the hood
Not for granted or one to take lightly
Put my hands and my foot
In a direction where I can expand till I’m soot
Yeah, Where I can expand till I’m soot
I’m handling good
I’m handling good
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2. |
rockabye
03:36
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This strictly protocol
The left hand dancing from the shifty know it all
Best man standing
My name known like you rolling calls
Coach like Jeff and Stan Van
New stance in this bitch
2 hands if its stick talk
This not for the timid
There’s a war where I’m living
And big talk not admitted
It’s only action
Duly noted faction
Gentrify my bricks and a hot one at ya captain
All sins revealed eventually
I’m doing overtime
Praying that the afterlife doesn’t have a entrance fee
Even niggas half as nice with double all the mentions see the trouble with the math
When you fumble elementary basics
Go develop partner
Been boxed too long not to expand and wander
My steps catch hella honors
Big body with that top bald
Catch a nigga pulling all stops with a Belladona...
Not the niggas that you wanna miss
Rockabye baby you a goner kid
Palette by Haiti
Sos pwa on some tropic fish
We all don the 5th
All you hear is shhhh
Not the niggas that you wanna miss
Rockabye baby you a goner kid
Palette by Haiti
Sos pwa on some tropic fish
We all don the 5th
All you hear is shhhh
Wrongdoers until our actions right
The past playing catchup,
Had to keep your fastest Nikes
Find a way to alter but we was far from Acolytes
For brothers and fathers behind them walls who we passing kites
No love in my heart for Stuart Littles or Casper type
Snitch nigga tendencies get you full metal jacket hyped
The blick like ven aqui
Cuz niggas get money hungry till a bullet fill they appetite
And believe that’s just for starters
My only hope that I touch tomorrow
Yeah
Always better than the previous nigga that you saw
Different Deemy bitch
Same attitude while I’m tighter than a Genie’s crib
Gave gratitude now I’m reaping what you seemed to miss
The game bada boom
Wipe my hands and proceed to dip
Made off but I’ll be back shortly
World Sport still the wave you could ask the shores g
Not the niggas that you wanna miss
Rockabye baby you a goner kid
Palette by Haiti
Sos pwa on some tropic fish
We all don the 5th
All you hear is shhhh
Not the niggas that you wanna miss
Rockabye baby you a goner kid
Palette by Haiti
Sos pwa on some tropic fish
We all don the 5th
All you hear is shhhh
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3. |
shrines
02:42
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Collecting somewhat conscious of what's happened in the world around you to be 4 years old
These are my earliest memories
So this fear, this deep seated fear of bodily harm never leaves--in fact it marks African-American life and may be the premiere marker of the Black experience under white supremacy in this country
Perhaps everywhere
All I see is grayscale
But color commentary provides a splash
Hood pantones
Brushes with death provided laughs
Sidewalk reds ran deep over consignment or cash
Slide off sped through yellows and greens on the Ave
Trafficking light when your soul sustains weight on it
Passion of the Christ
Crucify you just to make cake on it
And then call it justice on the stand
Our feet light on our block but the courts a different dance
Few rules but held highest
Never switch on your mans
Empires turn rubble off pillow kissing and grams
Flashes of what is and what could be
Scatters across my eyes as the hooker flees
Splatters from the pies as they cook a key
Battles and cries from a toddler that's been hooked since 3
They’ll never know it but they mother do
I ain’t a poet just a brother cool
Forever a brother who
Wading in an ankle deep basement
Tested patience at the corner over EBT statements
Ask the coroner who body knowing its your little niece laying
Dodging collars and orders tryna beat the beeped bracelet
Death favors the misfortunate
And if so we live niggas
Even if our portion quick
If there a heaven and hell the hood is purgatory
6 deaths to one success repeatedly
You heard the story
Know Baphomet praying on my idle
If you knew the half of it you’d stay within ya aisle
Make it through the cracks and slips is vital
This not for show or recital
Yeah, I stood over the purple haze that was emitting from the diffuser
My skin a tattoo bearing a story like Yakuza
Fight or choose a path that mirrors your history’s subtraction
In these lawless times falling shrines give me peace like a ration
I'm seeing people that wanna live free
You know, I'm seeing people that want to live independent of that fear
I'm seeing people who have been boxed in by American policy to live within that fear
And I'm seeing people who wanna be free
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4. |
zeroed out
03:25
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Half the battle is showing up
Plus I’m battling blowing up
So most days I check out often
Fall short on some left out promise
Get it sorted ‘fore I’m stretched out
Avoiding all the stress now
Not tryna take it to my coffin
We found comfort in the lost
I don’t want
Any whys on my last thoughts
The future me sees regret
My past self sees pain
In this fight with myself
I’m disguising the help in some unclean ways
I don’t want these stains
Pray my tongue speaks change
Pray my lungs breathe change
Suppressing all this hot blood
All I want solace for these veins
My heart was pleading for a difference
But my body ain’t bleed enough
The stitches wasn’t deep enough to live with
Something you can call your own
My feet was rough
Walking through the steepest bluff
And I still wander
Use to the bottle just to not feel somber
Push the throttle
On the road but I shouldn’t be anymore
All I feel is liquor jumping out my pours
Get me out the car
I got my face in the sink
Water on my neck
Dreams for sale
But I still got this honor to protect
Kadeem’s avail getting smaller as I step
When you deemed as strong you seem to wait on “What's wrong?”
I’m prepared if it never comes
Learned to stare until endeavors done
The fight ain’t fair but I’ll never run
All I feel is stagnation in the wind
All I feel is stagnation in my wings
All I feel is stagnation in the wind
Imma float in the power that it brings
All I feel is stagnation in the wind
All I feel is stagnation in my wings
All I feel is stagnation in the wind
Imma float in the power that it brings
You are bearing to witness helplessly to something everybody knows
But nobody wants to face
Well, one survives that no matter how
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5. |
icarus
01:55
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Can’t stay less the feel right
Furthermore I can’t pray less I feel right
Can’t play less the bill right
Heard the noise and I strayed from the steel right
In the middle of a kill sight
Sorry I aint make amends
Got too comfortable playing the fence
But where I land is the photo that depends
A snapshot telling me that my will wont bend
And fears my won’t stem
Out further than needed
If it aint my soul or my girl you ain’t heard the allegiance
I’m tight-lipped
I vice-gripped myself in each and every way
Lessons say in order for growth; burn what is needed
The match front of me
I just gotta drop it but staying comfortably was my haven
But addressing pain is the profit
And not the change for pockets
But the gain to your logic
Hope you focused in
Seen so-called brothers shed they cobra skin
Try block my shot but shit I got goals to tend
So be this is it
But I flew like Icarus
To close to the sun then crash and burn
But I rather that than the wings clip and to think if
I bet it all that some things switch
Then I gained it all like a pinkslip
Polishing the rust off
I had get it in like a rush job
Thought too little of myself
But now I understand the touch soft
But still no one hard as what I gave
Thank your father for your days and your mother before the grave calls
We all blips within the space
At least shine till the days gone
Til the days gone
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6. |
green to red
03:20
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Life’s fleeting like leaves green to red
Got these scenes in my head
Some obscene and others filled with dread
Scrambling to clean up this mess quick
Change in my hand
And all these thoughts what I’m left with
I said change in my hand
And all these thoughts what I’m left with
Change in my
Change in my
I feel selfish
As I chose my trauma over my health
While my grandfather still pardons for help
My Grandmama called and not feeling well
But at least we can talk the Sox winning
I owe her a new fitted and more
Pray this bed I made got some soft linen
Reaping what is sewn till its all finished
Reaping what is sewn till its all finished
In 06 you had to page me on the Rola to debate the drugs
Nigga I aint make a budge
Since putting em down
When bro said you aint gon make enough
He roaming the town still
See my path in his movements if I was down still
Forever thankful of his hindsight
My mind been right but he showed me I could make the cut
But not like how his razor does
Said you the one to raise us up
So my fate is such
Decided I passed it enough
Not a type of thing you want to adapt to and such
Realized asking to win the same as asking for luck
Never been the hand out type
Triple back when I ran out twice
Tit for tat when we jammed on sight
Live for that when I ran outside
The biggest mac round you campground tykes
Fighting all my life against these things I’m scared to mention
Still staving off the intervention
Life’s fleeting like leaves green to red
Got these scenes in my head
Some obscene and others filled with dread
Scrambling to clean up this mess quick
Change in my hand
And all these thoughts what I’m left with
I said change in my hand
And all these thoughts what I’m left with
Change in my
Change in my
Life’s fleeting like leaves green to red
Got these scenes in my head
Some obscene and others filled with dread
Scrambling to clean up this mess quick
Change in my hand
And all these thoughts what I’m left with
I said change in my hand
And all these thoughts what I’m left with
Change in my
Change in my
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