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1. |
Yes I Will
03:06
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VERSE
Revealing the soul that they need for the now and the know
-Leaning for support keep the steam and the roll
All engines on you, my ninjas be-gin with the props
Points all, in between, weaving they watch
Rock the even and odds man out even the dots
Got a lever to flip
Re-rip the regions and rocks
Open wider
Hope the eager are stocked
There's a fall temperature stalls
Like leaving the crock; open wide
Whether you ball
Or even if the fever has popped
Suffering, the seasons don't squat
Stand tall
What better reason to stop (drum drop)
Better ease in the stock
The price is up a bit
And life is buffering
The rites to the covenant may surprise some
But it is no surprise that certain people wish for your certain surmise
The pitch for fervent skies gives a fermant eye
While we ferment with the highs they set the lows to make us sigh
(and make us sign)
If only it were that easy to blame
Its so easy to maim when you under-consider the mange
But it aint the main mane
Two heads, nine sense and fifth tense gained
Fit endgame but FIP just played
So a certain lady still has pull
and attention and an impact on life and itself
Like bad mention
But the infinite is life in itself
The dab rules
Look for innocence to righten itself the drab rules..
YES I WILL
With a stereotypical cliche of a profile
Cause life is a first-hand experience when you've progressed to pro-styles
Cons come a centime a centimeter
The scent of sense and all that dreams was sent to ether
Ever spent an eager holiday where penance seekers
>Stay tentatively tenants in a complex that ain't centered either
That situation might be described as crusty
But trust that we've never had to eat the whole rust heap
Freaking don't stop when reasons are deemed wasteful
Today's full, oil spill
tide blacker than space still
-The bass fills, steady and straight skilled
Ready to lace build and build
As heavy as Days spills
Either the nose or the doc
players with or without flair
got hands in the schemes and stay greasing the knock
That stone cold picnic, we are feeding the flock
With power bars powered stars keep on peeking to watch.
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2. |
Going No Places
02:32
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INTRO (narrated by T.O.O.)
Yo son, read
So the defense was tighter than usual like the sun was bright
The sum was ripe but the sums werent right
So sometimes you gotta say no
VERSE
Nice and smooth and precise with it
Wide witted wise already magic, why wizard?
Like Bill Weiss in Prime, real good, why wicked?
And technical, at each and every spectacle
Spectacled but see, the only pop he sought was Sean Sheffy
Right-handed, but when pool, a wrong lefty
Long, let's see, long Nessie like a snake out of water then the myth is wrong and all messy
A strong Leslie to be rated top like the Nielsen
A strong sense of a kong crop that he's sealing
Kimchi peeling back the ceiling
Rest in peace to a Jax like Binkis Recs his high feelings, like the Flux of tides dealing
Rye bread not the white with nice peelings
Break off a proper chunk and dunk like Rice stealing
His rites reeling,
dues spun dry like second load
Born to rep the Go, then connect with Dos like one lets it know and then gets it; close
Not only set the code but a standard that's sexy
like premium
Broke from bad, like Jessie
Crystalline methods spit like Lil Wayne no, its like Gretzky
Champion sound; a Sniped Wesley
Lines that slap shot, never the Long one
They want leftovers that's half-hot, not the strong Rum
On a strong run to wrongdom right way to belong to
A bright Days long ton and bright waves
He raps like light waves, gifts packed tight like nice bows
He throw nice bows unintentionally like Bill Cartwright
When the bill is carded right; mastered
Not a scar in sight until underneath the mask
a light-colored slight bastard
Underneath his past what he oversits
If you can understand, you still aint know the fifth
In the coded sense
Html, hit the middle like a long stroke
Their chest caves in like strong toke
Of lawn load
No prawn, a king in pawn mode
Able to step back when he needs like bong blowed
Project the atmosphere into existance
Resilient as an ant no guns without slugs and mad skills slippery as a piston's resistance
Gifted degrees on his five and one; his sixth sense
A sick sense of whats mighty healthy like spitting
Sick tens
His stint ends with a flying banner above head
That says Bob Marley shot the sheriff with unlead
The son's dread
The way he lock down a technique, on the home stretch that's some spread
bet, the sun's red.
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3. |
Cheap Monk
02:37
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**Gymnastics is ripe for precision and light when it isn't
your life is a rhythm (Huh)
Cats like to bathe in their ignorance pay for nothing, (and) neutral, indifferent (but)
Beautiful isn't it? Beautiful ignorance duty to ingest the
As that jake who made his way by delivering
Stars, to see stars and it menaced the innocent
Lose his temper, you lose your September
Semper Fi put your body bag in a blender
To trace out a line like a missionary po-po
Sition, we can only listen like we build
Basing the time and condition of the kill
They'd space out the fine yet there's a mission to the bill
Evading the fact that erasing is crime
Evasive with facts why're we chasing the lie?
All in the flash and the ember,
Last thing you view before fading to black
All wasn't stacked for December
Last thing he knew be-fore upgrading the craft
Admission to the spill
The condition that he filled
Was a visionary move *(harmonic echo?)
The traditions that he knew
Kept the friction to a minimum
..Dream catcher cinnabon
Fiction wasn't viewed
Wait what do you mean?
Is life as sweet as a wife
Seems when she cheats like she was time to the beat
And who is the meat?
Who is the hunter? What is the prize that we seek?
(uh) when we break more reasons to
(uh) when we shake more trees than we
(uh) they can take your speed, that's the least of your things, you can make more lead
(uh) when we fake those reasons to
(Dooom) the victims receiving the
(Bap) collateral damage and lateral damage... dont make no evening
Odd as it sounds the Days in his night
Brings light to the dark while the pagans all bite
While the rage and the plight of man and wo-man..
Engage in a strike
But who knows where the path goes
Pathos like pros when the past goes past
Into the future, into the feud, to fuse with imagination's ruse of a booster
Streaking effects like the LSD used ta'
Peaking, left this planet like "Roger to that, Houston."
Even put commandments to honor that crew man
Peaking like the sonics but sonics would crack ruthlessly
(uh)When its over and gone
We'll be sober and wrong like the code to this song
(uh) when the soldiers have drawn and the shoulder we on, wont take more leaning
(uh) when the cold has withdrawn and the snows have been thawed and we're floating along
(uh) then the load that we carry means growth will be buried Earth can't take more bleeding
REPRISE
(unh) we never had to make more treason
(uh) they levy tax and take your squeezings
(whoa) the heady cats will stay uneven
(yo) the ready cast will play four seasons(X2)
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4. |
Je Suis
02:43
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Je suis, tu es
Be all you can see
See all you can do
Do all you can free up
The pausing past we stuck
Unstuck in motion and coughing massive
In causing action; cause and action
Cause is asking, caught in axing
how the cause has axis
The crows all caw no access
The clause no accent
The claws take meat from the jaw no absence
of sound
The flaws keep crashing the paws keep slashing
At all that has been, and all the has-been's that
Fall for fashion; false no fashions
Their fault they fashion a falsehood fractured
To pause is a husband caught in traction
To find the strength to fall again, but all is backwards
The call of chapters that call like captured
The force of friction leaves raw the tactics
For help from the pit,
The pitch is a hand and a grip
The situation lands on your lip
Bounds off the tongue then stands for a sit
Ounce for the one with the gram and the grip
The gram or the whip,
the grant or the wit to keep the sands from their drip...
As the grand's never flipped
>>Without an extra hand and
a band of landing strip
The strand's never slick
(quick)
It sits in security, sits to multiply just like obscurity
Just like assuredly, must find absurdity
Skip the cult and try jump blind and hurriedly
Come try and hurry please
The contrived and absurd reoccurring these days
Can give a real sense of in-jur-ied thieves
And jury leaves them tried and worried; seeds
Slurry
To know where not to go digging like the murder field
Bigger than Hit-Hop
More bitter than cheap scotch
Taking the burger's heel to lengthen the merger
Real figures have; some flip-flopped
Feel like the end of a sandwich, the bend and the stand which
Leads to an achy knee infused with
Steel like they brandish, must buy the canvas
Flaky Like pastry feels to used bread
To paint a picture that Days reveals is tainted like mixtures
Tainted like mixers with..
Must try the cabbage
Must pry the bandage off but let it breathe; let it be
Then the schmuck tried a zanex; panic
Then he let it leave
His body resets like it's dry and spandex-ed
Inland empires act so outlandish
Impact expires like a hack who faked it
Eventually that fall from grace has landed
Essentially the call to fate has handed
Credentials to a wall of faces; candid
Braided by sisters, hated by lovers and still faded like twisters, or created like tinctures
Creative life stinks of elder fame
The only thing time is good for selling grains
Selling chains like they're out of style
The bellows gain like you been causing pressure
A huff a puff and a golden house round
Back-fist with an upper cut that split the ground
The split illustrates vulnerability.
SECONDS
Mellow half yellow but only faucets
in Flint and third world are earning autism
Drink from the tainted well costs vision
see your fate will propel you to a lonely caucus
Ain't no lonely closets with clogs and caustic
Chemicals adjacent to the trench coat
Like phony offices front un-lawlessness
Minerals are chased under only auspices
fresh pressed silk sewn drawls and crosses
French press pauses bench press clauses
that fall like all spliffs when the next best pauses
Then rise again in a length less authored
At lengths like Dhalsim
Stretching the rations but flaws win
Strengthen the passion keep balls in
Strength isn't passive at all
NEXT
Elbows tucked in, play when you pay
That's a deep seduction like sleep and something...
Reheat induction
Repeat your function
Receive your lunch before you heave
what you received to the trash
like a likkle bit of beef and tungsten
A likkle bit of grief and sun stem
from heat that's unbent
spitting freight train second hand
Got wrecked like a crate made record hand
>Reinstate what we made great; yes we can
Innovate don't imitate like a mime
>>Mind you he innovates like a mind
Mines blow up when triggered like fines
You'd figure that late fee sent for no reason
Could take the season out the veteran
His fate is time
Without excedrin without etcetera
Now it gets better bruh
>Only cash cows can yield that cheddar and
Feel that debt again feed that resident
That lives in a mansion or yacht or a squat
extravagant like heaven's tent
He dont believe heavens bent
Straight on that seven scent
Got dates but relate like blind fates
Indy life is fine for 9/8ths
6 if you're lucky
Throwing that 7 get you heaven
Negate the 8 like high stakes
Gimme mines like grind date
Gimme shine but dimes feed
In times when eyes and skies up high bleed like a highway homicide and it's you and I and I; keys to a constant ride
Seized by a constant high
And freeze by a lot of thyme
A strum and a drum, but turns into some
Things haven't done
Cause opposite of start
There's a moment in time that gives a moment in time
Lessness...opponent; your optimistic heart.
Coptic when it starts
Popular as Mars
Opulent but charged
Check the suit and the scars
Less the fruit and the barge
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5. |
Je Ne Suis Pas Digne
03:49
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VERSE
Enough about the unseen one scene is enough
to have you pair of noids paranoid when the all isn't what
It may seem
like a trippy dream
Deemed to remind us
The sky is the limit, take off the blinders
we are just a dot in the space
above the heads of what the humans now race
Assuming how pace»
»And technique
determine the size of the anthem
Refurbish the peak and the size of the answer
No other than a subtle hint (of) when winds troubled and rubbing you in the wrong way, in double
»to a strong stray
couple of storms are making long days
buckle like knees below the son of a fatherless
mother called nature we're just puddles with faces
how to get along un-governed (and) covered up in face-lifts
20-20 Still so fucking basic
The basis of 20-19 was when the days spin
Face it,
Looking down or you looking for the spaceship?
Tending to the sheep or simply hooking like you may skid?
In a control with no controls, trolls a con; you taste it
No can-cans in Cancun like racisms that we are graced with
So wonder when there's no lightning or thunder in the belly
Cause some bellys have nothing and its plunder on the telly
VERSE
Life is like a train strike
everyone's walking
On the same tracks keeping both the aim and the game bright
tightly squared
The right to bear arms is just rolling up your sleeves so it seems
Every night we stare
At an unblinking half moon
Seemingly speaking
The demons be reaching for ankles
Dreams keep you eating
Eat well drink well live like its guaranteed
Give like you care but you don't when the chair is free
Sit in captivity risen in activity
Breathing like its a gift that given you back livity
Levity let us be thankful for what hovers heavily
Sits on the base of your neck s-so unsettling
So un seventies this age and time
Like this page and line, ain't no space, for back peddling
No place to act heavenly like in hells kitchen
But we elevate the space and face the facts readily
Up on a higher plane in a higher state of mind higher grade of dime than the eye will ever try to break
revise the tape; soul on vinyl
never trapped never matched, nuff of that, spinal tapped
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6. |
Beautiful But...
03:31
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Now some of these cats ain't sharper than soup spoons
And some of these women be like markers to new shoes
The stunning thing's, the more they start to living like new goons
The less they can invest within a winning like you lose
You choose, to pop trunks or the chest of drawers
Pandora's box there you hope for the best and more
But um maybe the worst is,
stupid is as stupid does, cmon people
Backmask at least reverse this
He ain't bitching tho, because the mission rolls
He got no doctorate or mastery but he listen so
Thats how you soak it in like morning sunrise
Vitamin E and gratuit, so keep to one side
There's always someone running up from behind y'all
And someone ahead and down the road may he remind all
Its never over till its finished
You might be better sober than in spinach
Yo in covert he diminish that
Secret stash it keeps me easy like a minute matched
But it aint for everyone like a finished guiness glass,
Therefore let us pray until the sentence smacks
Like on the hunt for a score and another inning cracked
Wide open like a brew at a bbq or open book for a starving mind, wait, pardon you
Get your mind out the gutter less you like it dirty
Got your grind in that other mess you like it thirsty
Giving thanks to your input and influence
Giving thanks for intuition and the infusion
A different point of view can add another vantage point
To a narrow minded fool who couldn't even manage coin
Damage joins control
He dont say fuck a millionaire
Fuck the billionaire who gives no shit for the trillion there
Its a simple thing like washing right behind your ears
Most got two and a brain between to know what grinds the gears
He find it fair to say respect for those who give respect
Found his flair in starting rhymes that would reconnect his checks
Without the glitz and glam overpolished Mister Cleans
Cause life is dirt and hurt
Better times and mysteries
This is the source and sample looped in this universe
You and I, first the most high sparked the momentum
Thanks to that, we roll like steep hills and cadillacs
Now
fight the powers that be, and battle back
*Written by Days in 2005
Recorded at Smoking Open in 2020
A long wait, but worth it after all.
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Speaking mildly, seeking vitally, every informations
and running miserly idly in heavy rotation
Condense, pose, you'll be put off virally
In intent mode and gunning like rivalry when intense shows
Which side'll be at an advantage like paint
when you add canvas
Visualise strategy in Atlantis that's as savage as saints
At landing points anywhere that's management
Responsible for delivering on time at camera's risk
The streets are watching and walking
Even the beast is talking
You use your Instinct to distinguish it from people balking
No evil chalking he's smarter than a medieval falcon
And odd man out like he changed his own name to Even Hawkings
Physics and seasons offerings
Seasonal greetings with extra seasoning no bland plates come out of this season's beatings
Believe in three things and lead the seeking to
Seed the fieldings
The realest greeting was with the self and his yield of feelings
They yield appealing when traffic piles up like wheels not willing
Its been a long time since Kevin was in the field and dreaming
The world's water and postmen are like Rambo is
Segregation ran rampant but bodyguards don't leave a scandalous
Guard body like secret service
no secret handles
Radio silence or video violence
Open tied greets the sandal
Open toed
The token rolls along its path
To join those that had already managed to pass,
In the past
Radiant stylus or spinning like Gyruss
With 99 extra credits, penning papyrus
Open skies; vandals, virus
As gentle as iris captures
As central as when the tide is scattered
back into the whole
We arrive adapted
Trying to transition but trapped forced,
Man, listen that force
is bigger than you
When out on that course
We make a minimal decision to listen
Or tune it out.
The land its never still
Until the proof has gone.
Look the roof is gone.
Look the shooter's wrong
The computer programs you
When the root is strong.
When the root is strong
You cannot fall until the truth has dawned(x2)
*Written by Days
Recorded at Smoking Open in 2020
Confined but free.
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