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RUBBER MEETS ROAD

by Kadeem

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1.
Breathe it slow, Rain, sleet, and even snow Through whatever it’s getting delivered if I need it more Through whatever shook off shivers from my deepest fold X2 Calmly sitting where I was panicking, Once before the thoughts brought damage in, Now the posture is mannequin, Chit-chat froze when I realized what these niggas was handling, Was all talk and I’m a far shot from the rambling, Niggas get nicked from the Cannon, Catch a ripple in your drumline, Lunch meat to the punch lines, From jump street how we was ducking the one time, My front seat a bucket, Just cuz you touched it don’t mean it hold weight in the sunshine, I don’t need one time, I don’t want one time, I’m after it all, Even as the actors and frauds, Who say they love but clap when you fall, Don’t know I’m Keung with the back to the wall, You huffing shattered glass in the back of ya jaw, If you thought I ain’t dig it out, Shot clock hit double zeros I still tipped it out, If it ain’t praise on my name go on spit it out, Save yourself the whipping out Breathe it slow, Rain, sleet, and even snow Through whatever it’s getting delivered if I need it more Through whatever shook off shivers from my deepest fold X2 Gracious how we rose above, Temptation tasting forbidden fruit got the potent buds, Drenched in sweat and patience, In the booth like the court, Written jewels and coupes in the fort, You in cahoots to stop my wins you gon lose in that sport, When it’s time to glove all black mechanics, Schematics of a real nigga scripted in my vantage, Natural wine and the acid tannic pass the time as I pass Atlantic time zone, A tad outlandish when describing where my mind gone, Reprimanded myself until the binds gone, Watch my come down like I deployed off the summit, Benjys hanging out the pockets, Im just loitering hunnids, Pacing through the lobby watching the noise of the function, We not just the reason that it’s popping we the owners and funding, We don’t side with non-affiliates, Rather tell watch my body and see how it really is, Fuck all the silly shit…
2.
FIRST TO WIN 02:20
It’s Deem Matic, The radio wave clean bastard, But get ya camp shaky if you niggas breath static, The least established but overpaid where the streets matter, The overlay killer, Mixing silk with Japanese fabrics, Overstays in the villa, Picking up from where you last saw me leave baggage, Right on the step door, The 3 to life is money, power, respect, I moved to the step 4, All metaphysical on the chessboard, Mix the ginger root with the stressed thoughts, Here to revive and replenish, Fixed stares while I drive through the entrance, Can’t survive off percentage, I need the whole shabang, Proceeds to my local chain, You only know peace once you know you don’t know a thang, Turned the cold bleak right into a solar flame Whether the cards they checking or the bar they checking can’t disrupt what we started at all, In the streets like the tar paint set in, In the record books jotting with a sharpie and all, It’s looking permanent, Cozy in my spot clay pots the furnishing, New drive like it’s 1st & 10, Who decide who the first to win? My path been reset, Enough, Of all the chatting, I’m establishing respect, A slump, What I was caught in, Now it’s laughing and rest, Fresh manchego and watercress over razz vinaigrette, Lapping the vets, This just an observation, Still got cash in the ‘jects, And God get the amens, 20 large off of patience, Believe that there’s more behind, Divvy the drop cuz police got the cautious eye, My blood boil it cauterize, Niggas get dubbed loyal, But feel they pockets and try to call for mine, Shit feel like the league, Keep a couple shooters tucked, And a nickel in the sleeve, I’m about a dollar so I’m impartial to the 95, I’m on that same highway while I’m peeling through the chalky lines…
3.
I’m in a temp frigid, Attempt to ascend the vision, Can’t lose what you earn only lost on what been given, Masseuse all these burns, Cut the loss and the fence living, Then stand on the side you pick, Right hand where that bible is, I look in the mirror and take a gander where my rival is, Whoever else a non-factor, competition, or actor, Put Longchamp on my darling then touch the soft batter, Fanute it with solvent, Live dormant or die the largest, Guided by Garmin, On the road less traveled, Cuzzo came home and still came to tussling gravel, Grade school was cane sold, The stained stove heard it rattle, Jane Does and Johns tricking, My sick world and the battle , Humbled by the uni, Every verse give you the hearse plus the suit and tie, Kiss of Death Deemy, Tecs fly where ya medula lie, Get the trunk popped on you like shopping with the boosters I, realized I’m self-absorbed, Realized narcissistic ways got me off that cellar floor, Fuck with me the wrong way a debt you can’t settle for, Getting green the long way it’s parquet like the Celtic floor, I’m rocking rochester weave and indigo triple dipped, Got ya Ms. Frizzle touching the wiggle stick, Shammgod the middle, Pancake griddle the brick, Flip like the shade on Sammy Sosa and shit, If we talking game I’m over-equipped, The shade steady when you know that you lit, When you know that you him, When you know that you win, When you watched with who remains and who still holding it ten, Watched my Destiny change like Latoya Luckett, Just to say fuck it, Feel like I paid for everything so I ain’t saving for nothing, Especially the fuckshit, Fuck these niggas and they thoughts and how they function, That’s just how I’m coming, That’s just how I’m coming…

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created with the spirit of victory and through the burn out. finish line ready.

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released June 24, 2022

Lyrics by Kadeem
Production by achille, byJ., and August Fanon
Mixed by DiBa @ Ugly Duck Studios
Cover Art by gyroman

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