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1. |
As U Wish
03:20
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Right now we in full effect
Catch up quick because you have to
one more time he's gonna ask you
Throwing one more sign don't let it pass you
Task not too too hard to hold
In a bargain barter for margin control
Not the force outside and all around you
It's the source inside in the now tense
We run the course and slide slowly
Often catching a grip to try showing
The slowing of speed to shift direction
Integral to playing gifts to perfection
Section 8 or 9 what's the connection
Lesson late or timed to tap the essence
Essentially bravo meets bravada
Ramadan meet buffet at the Ramada
Religion or nature in essence
Collector or one piece of his collection
The session obese with energy
Like life and releasing the essence of SSL!
Right times increase what like minds release
Tight rhymes tease beats like shrines and sheiks
Running for cover is not an option
Opportunity rises
Oppor-tune into the opera noon he despises
Not one to stutter, bust out and hover
Rust off the motor (and) dust off the cover
The beast it's the B in you
B-Girls, B-Boys, not B and you
Keep being you see this thru
meet the crew.
--Never ever needed to look back
Did so only to have a reference
Found out it's a huge waste of time
Time is one thing that don't come separate
It's a hue placed in eyes with a huge range of place and prime
No instruction booklet or FAQ
No support, first instinct (and) yes they do
A second chance at hand as a plan b
In case you aren't too careful when landing
Over sit, understand
both in demand
Under sit, over stand gold in the hand
Goals in the hand holding a gram
Strolling to slowly
mold a few steps
Roll like due west you left
Your heart back east and this road
is a new test
New chapters fold the two corners
Float in new waters decode (the) new master
The new matter is due past the present tense
That we sift like stew and chew after.
Few gather it the view is too elaborate
So while just inside the outside
Side out no hideout to play the back
We pay (the) facts as if we got loose change
(Change) is loose and you may lose chains
Loose chains meant to be cast aside
With the cast aside we might lose aim
The foot was meant to tread a bit lightly
The roots were meant to spread yet tightly
Wrapped around the ground that's dead nightly
Nightly the days are dead spread rightly
Daily it breathes new afterlife
Afterlife no insight, but catch a ride
We do invite the oh yes you too!
Oh yes you
Osu too
Oh yes you....
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2. |
Actual Size
03:20
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Verse
Oh yeah and another thing
You might be unaware how the brother swings
Coming from the land where there is other kings
The other's sing songs of relating
My brother staying strong with the placing
My sister staying strong with the lacing
We covering it all not a day thing
Chiefing on sight we under square paired off
Well done they rare soft
Soul in mind without a path to clear or a lack to fear
Breathing at night like a focused band of cavaliers
Still cool like the rebirth of take a breath
Bitches brew looking right while facing left
pacing def
But you didn't hear me tho
No need to fear the glow
To fear is hysterical,
But hey, calm down
Searing those open to the furious
Peering close happens for the curious
Clearing all snapping for the year it is
Like Gram!
Damn!
Landlubbers like land.
REFRAIN
And what counts is the trust doubt
And we bust out
The plush route
No the route plush
Even in times of the slim slip
Grab grip
The back rips
So take in the slack kids
And what counts is the trust doubt
And we bust out
The plush route
No the route plush
Even in times of the slim slip
Grab grip
The back rips
Even from Sax Fifth
VERSE
This was almost spontaneous
Plainly just light years ahead of the game adjust
For the time and the
aim we must
Strike dead center
the vibes in the center
Survive in the center, thought dead but
Revived by the sensors
Imbibed as we enter
Cool, like giving ice to a ninja
Either minotaur or senator's back
No politics on the glide now re enter
Arrived and you tend to
Still look for the transition
to survive in the winters
Arise the hand isn't
That tight yet though we hooked
Like bait off the plate
And they plan fishing
Sand missing time by the grain
What's a grim grimace
Gram given to invoke a grand vision
Funny thing, it works.
The money is funnier than after dinner; just desserts
REFRAIN
And what counts is the trust doubt
And we bust out
The plush route
No the route plush
Even in times of the slim slip
Grab grip
The back rips
And what counts is the trust doubt
And we bust out
The plush route
No the route plush
Even in times of the slim slip
Grab grip
The back rips
Unless the slacks fit.
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3. |
Nice Ride
03:07
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The peoples out there, it's real, what's survival baby
It's waiting out there to hit like a tidal wave be
Cats learn to get low protect your vitals maybe
If you sleep you get touched and left for high like haze be
Seems we all arrive here with a rival baby
Even the small arms appear fuck denial lately
Stuck in a tough situation you got rise like Days be
For a buck and a lift you (keep your size up Davy)
Goliath holding they squares down like tiles in Navy
Could be crimson depending on which side; you lazy?
The battle for a bottle of pride and a ride for scraping
Shit that (ain't on evening news) will you have you crying crazy
It's true only the strongest survive to revive the
Revival of the fit only the gone will not thrive
If even part of the horror story's authentic which you know it is
Why we waiting for the next sequel to actually notice it?
Relate to that cause' everyday heads wanting to eat
Some need much more than their share to keep their heads barely running at peak
Depends on what your chase is
The short term or the long haul
Small deals on big wheels turn
high risk or long fall
Slides trigger free rides figure 3 wide bigger lanes
Seaside slither don't get too close to the edge
Cause with each tide rigorous,
It'll draw you to the drink
Whether you thirsty or not
With no sympathy for your b-side
Symphonies bring the theme mood set to never catch him outside
Because his head got him open wide as a reprise
Hoping is for Bob, period
we making it
Word is ether till you feel the real, that we ain't faking it
Taking it giving it back and reshaping this
Timeline; time's lie is hating it
No stop no knots left untouched
labels are welcome but he funcrush
The rum touched a nerve and sensibility to hasten it
Erasing all the loss of the past and pre-waken kids
Freebasing's shit.
Freed basics feel great and shit. Weight and it's effect soon fade like the moon's phase
Weightless, and in the zone's gaze
Check mate the flip
Check make to him
not Doom; Days
Faith is what?
Wait for what?
Waste for want or want the waist to get fatter?
Excess is dually as excessive chatter
That's why we do it
If the opposite
you didn't and who is kidding?
Grown folks pose for old folks and the view is filling
Further we roll higher we soar
Higher than your present eyes can tell your mind to reform
He see em
line at the door and
Wait for it...
You wait cousin....
Right here.
Don't move.
Not a muscle.
Gifted.
See that page?
Now flip it.
(The now slipping)
Over to the other side.
Bottom to top and left to right.
Right?
(What gets left behind?)
We get...what?
Um. Adjust the light.
(Then readjust the life.)
The dust kicking up and all moves
Stay unfocused one hopes it's
Better at the next horizon
Just enough to break even or better
Better yet the reason no season to be inside
The feeling it triggers life and we dealing with sicker times
Trying to heal the bigger picture
And still it's a nice ride
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4. |
Smoking Open
03:15
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Wtfatw?
Whip that rhythm and run
Roll with the blows then you split em and stun
Rephrase the span of the, cast it well out
If it ain't magic then you tact and bail out
If it ain't tragic then you fact and sail out
If it ain't Lazarus you act and mail call!
Too exact to fail y'all
Compromised the flow but the track was hail stalled (wait)
Too old to scold y'all
Grow up, the passerby are passed like cold call
They creep too much, like snail mail
He speak to the dutch " don't rush like hold off" (hold on)
Analyze the shit
re-analyze the situation revise the grip
Panels lie and adjacent, size is this
Rely on the wake of the tide, as dry as bliss
In black, we told y'all
In triple darkness, light lacks (and) it's cold y'all
Exact indentions troll off
Sail seas braille trees stale ease enact the roll call
If you at peace then you shake the hand
Break the brick wall and replace the plan
Sabbath for sacrament in Sacramento
Spatula and flash-fry flip the mental
Draculas and back bites quit the daylight
Not a vampire but equipped to stay nights
Mass amount of hits takes hip replacement
Cash without a chip he is this for saving (wait)
Take another dip for flavor
Guacamole stacked upon the chip my neighbor
Patrimony pardoning the ship you slaved in
Actually it's hardening my grip on braving
Factory don't barter for the shit they freight in
Tractor trees starters I forget my days in----hale
Scuse' me while I daze out
Practicing is harder when your blip just fades out
Pasture be a part of all that grass they graze on
Pasteurize my cheese? Give it to me and way raw
Just a little bit off? we stays on,
Renovate and innovate
The plate is played long
Pay to play and play wrong
Or pay right, pay ahead extract the payoff
Never had a heavy handbook to game on
Ever have a heavy hand look the aims on
Clever but too ready man look the game's on
Severance is steady cause the gram it weighs wrong
RIGHT? So get me back the next time
Next dime next fine wine and just grind...(pause)
Better sprinkle me nice
Like Devin the Dude twinkling off that five spice
Whoop, there it was, tag teaming a fat sack
Steaming and its empty while I dream of that hatchback
Evergreen scent front to back with the tape deck
Gear still in neutral, mind travel at breakneck
Speed is the need but the weed isn't shake, bet
Make like deposit and deliver the paycheck
Rake up my logic and then sliver the pay stub
Break up the prospect, recenter those eight dubs
My vice leads to munchies and it better be great grub
Word to the essence one sentence is eight sub's..
Keep the energy and the crowds on ten
This is for the heads that be killing the trends.
Listen up you feds we ain't grilling a Benz
Smuggling that dope fresh feeling with friends
Funk in the family tree so fresh, yes
Funk like a sandal in heat with no socks
No top ten shit local sending
The stereo surround sound vocal bending
The stereo around sounds loco lending
A varied hit of pound drowns yokels fending→off
various surround sounds hope and ending
That tired ass same ole lame old game bro
We innovate don't imitate and pave our own way
More intimate than blind dates brave the zone stay
Breaking up the borders with a move to renovate
Shake up the quarters with a groove that scintillates
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5. |
So U Tell
03:55
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VERSE
Can our hero stay together?
Question of the century or is he just a villainous philosopher with sentencing?
Will he pillage profits on the drop and the entry?
Or scrape for the long haul (and) dead, stop, what the senses scream?
The sense in he and sensimi sent to be natural unlike surimi
Occurring like events (when) seeing stars from holding breath
Unrolling the chest, and the friends gave an ear
When the golden was set to a blend and a flare
Zen gave a fear but fear gave a cent to the loot
He would mold until right for the length of a loop
Ten to compute it's not work under pressure
It's patience for the moment when quirks worked the measures
Limit wasn't limited though he would've liked to live so
Lid so loose (that) he didn't have security to give so
The purity of tiptoes and tulips, little like Tim since
Never tasted more than given like slim
The tune, the tune, the-the, the tune,
The room spun above what was the mood of the moon.
Moments of weakness laced with strength of the guilt
Feint and the filth pulled his face straight to the silt
The gate wasn't built to hold the weight that he filled in like throw-up
On the waist he had a taste for a cold cup
Word to Coldcut he bit at the pieces not the cold cuts
Didn't dilly dally by delis he'd Dos and lined hold-ups
REFRAIN
He will tell you so
Tell yourself that
You tell yourself fact
Forget the fiction
We get the symptoms
From limited systems
The limit isn't really
What is.(×2)
VERSE
Of space and time rolled up, the taste designed so flush
The face and mind sown up retraced the lime, so what?!?
Sew what? Not oats, defined by the big knock
Refined with a big knot, aside from the skip-hop
Next script, next level spit for the next rebel without any pause for the cause like the next several
Saw how the checks settled, y'all
When the checks signed
signature scripts slipped along just like your neck shine's
Gold bars no chains currency with herbed brainwave
And a stern step cured in an absurd mainframe
Stir nets, him flier than your stir fry snackings
Look sharper than the blindfold on your third eye captain
Resurge like rapping, as legitimate art form
No stop buddy, tell him what the fuck you start for?
You can never have the hardware and aim of James Bond
That's like saying you want Mongolian Beef with Genghis Khan
Pawns in the games but light works ain't like Tron
Nobody gets extra credit cause reality doesn't spawn
It's the little things, like the casualty of a prawn
Until you can make the trade your reality is a pawn
Everything is bigger as with a sickened lymph node
It's not the same bullshit when in a different zip code(x2)
REFRAIN
He will tell you so
Tell yourself that
You tell yourself fact
Forget the fiction
We get the symptoms
From limited systems
The limit isn't really
What is.
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6. |
Nollie Bump
06:21
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Life is like a needle to a blue note
One spin full and you lose hope
One dull shim and the dual ropes
Pull apart like the seams that a fool cloaked
The fool chokes well on his own words
The rules swell like smoke from a cloned herb
An elevation of sorts and of sport
A third flash that you catch long and in short
For milliseconds you eye the whole path
Reminisce but recall only half the way
Night mesmerized by the hapless day
Day mesmerized by the active fates
Haze mesmerized by the clear
And sway mesmerized by the still
The play energizes the will
While the won't fraternized with the fill
The don't catch the eyes of the do
Opposition is reprised in a view
Symmetry morphs as do boundaries
As an organic organism round it's reach
Even that is never certain
The extent of what you can attain is ever changing
Reacting as elements to other forces
Finding and reminding us we come from other sources
Truth blinding when we cover with one perspective
It encompasses a total of all other methods
It encompasses a total of all other faces
Truth is blinding when we cover it with two embraces
As the time passes the mind matures
Imagination blurs lines that one time were sure
Fascination blurs lines that one time were clear
Arise in the next second now arriving here
Think it's found on a lone laid hill?
Sinking slow or afloat eight wills?
No sir closer than your own blurs
No miss, closer than our own nerves
Nerves shaken once cold as a old rock
The key you hold in the fold for the old locks
Wasn't no subtitles or narratives
Sounds perilous as match around kerosene
Care to see? opening's not a problem
It's less than everything minus the godsend
To the prelude to a major intersection
No transitions just labors and inner blessings
There are no rules, the savior is in a lesson
Savory taste of a saving grace in extension
Overexertion in it's intention destined
Overworked, sick in the intestines
How do we stomach these days of labor
Sleepless nights and murder; ways of strangers
The tension moves from inside out
On the onside off and the upsides down
When the downsides up then the town might sound
Then the town lies down and the sound dies down
Like me you been around, when lights down
Walking blindly at noon, another wind slides round'
A dizzying hurricane of emotion
In motion, "busy" as the urethane they coast on
Hair stands soldiered and quotients do
Run the course of your mind as an ocean view
Something not right how the time spreads
Where to begin, as the other side ends?
The tone's deaf, doubt's line shed
little moment left on a right side bends
Up on two as the needle skips back
There's a realness that makes you feel this fact
What was perfect? Even on a guarantee
Most times you get the money, money isn't caring see
Cause currency is current see⏩
Currently the currents not stirring we
And surely we could cure the parts uncured
at the start or just blink as if it's unsure
Like passing that man on the sidewalk
With a pan in his hand and a dry talk
It's so commonplace you got dumb to it
Smart phones to the face and you succumb to it
What's to come who is, was, and won't be
The sum of drips hung high as a poster
Maybe the last seconds seem eternity
Screaming hurriedly, what is turning me?! Closer.
It might be this feeling or a gesture
In this case a texture; hand to vinyl
Lingering refined still primitive
Fingering the valleys and hilltops in innocence
In a sense in and sent to the inner
Frequencies vent frequently never finished
Seeking pro, expert, and beginner
Leaking skills networking through the innerts
Peaking still less reaching spills in the air
Seen but unseen building with each share
Whether Coughing green with a coffee bean
Or tossing talk trading thoughts for thought thought re-dreamed
Lost re-found relaced rewound they shtick
These concepts concerned renowned and how they shift
Glued to a synapse move past the relapse
Clues seek to move right past, as we adapt
*[Cut up the phrase," As we adapt to our time here/
The only thing unchanged remains our aim at the game."]
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