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1. |
Creeple Creek
01:47
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Like a doc cuts cords
And The Lox get flowers
When the rock gets rolling
Then we got more powder
"We ain't got no power."
That's a limited has-been
The prehistoric ages were for
Knuckles and draggings
Nader had fifteen dreams while our saviors laid sixteen schemes
Times 2.625
You hold this as choice, may rise
when you follow on back to source and then swallow it's ray's shine
Sorrow will borrow your wallowing mind
But don't wallow in the tallow that
Was boiled too hot
to swallow it
Borrow this
Madness brings sadness
And sadist loop playlists
The culture on its last root
>>More nutrients must pass thru
Pass proof as truth has dude
Passport bullshit truth as skewed as
Full clip full hit
Chest been shredded from a new gene therapy
Wreaks of embryos and kerosene
They cleaned that evidence
Redacted those files and the others,
That are incriminating evidence
Concensus still a mystery, but relevant
We are attacked by a bear market, vicious like the Revenant
Quart of at the corner store
Opposite corner pass go see reverend
On that side of Tiennenmen
Tenement yards are still square with the neighbors
But the edited kings on their thrones are still slavers
The truth has ruled under false pretenses off the deep endings
Your tooth has grooves, you too have feuded
Sleep tends to keep you in deep mechanisms
We didn't bother to overstand in free definition usage
Walking along on thin ice
Every STEP holding a little less weight
Every shift-in any sense
Times is very tense
There it is, like sharing risk, wait.
Every scripted event was many pennies PINCHED.
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2. |
Crazy Piano
02:07
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Give time, we are given love
No giving up
Living life on a timeline
No living luck
Living lust not the mind right
Won't get enough
Shallow heads will stay hollow
Till you fill em up
Take a breath and you swallow
Love your lungs
You navigate you don't follow
Cause love is what
Set your course like tomorrow
And give a funk
It's not the source where you wallow on hollow
Stay driven drunk
Off your energy borrowed carload
It's killing none
Lost in infinity's sorrow as jarring
As feeling sun
If there's a will to be better
Whether you lose or win
You are connected
use your brain again or they will use your chin
The users win and the sleepers are
The visible difference as this
between ether and the deepest stars
The keepers slow from weight
The deeper that you are
The heavier it is to move
Beneath collapsing bars
Beneath collapsing stars
Universe is breathing
Believe in the constant
Change how you will meet it
the time is
As timeless as you will define it.
First thing you got to find it
Then refine it.
Let's show you who still fights the fight and fights the fate
To have a voice as if they had a choice in a living life this late
You know you know the diff between what is the wrong and right
Don't have to choose a side, you can choose to pawn or price is like
The flipside is there is no switch
To cut off the utility, ability is the itch to fit
And if he only gets a switch
Then change is for the better,
better off thinking this is it taking action now or never
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3. |
OGSade
01:44
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The rhythm is just like a plain clothed detective
not just close the optics
It's easy when everything's black
Absence of light is still effective
Not just for the profit
It's been cheesy since everything's (been) bleeding tax
Hold the object and manipulate the chemical structure
See three dee evident fact
The pre-eminent fact that we seldom give back
Holds true for his eminence, the selfish react
And it's no wonder
The first is defense, the last is hunger
Follow us we'll save the world
At least police it's thunder
While streets are torn asunder
By the beast of a system
That feels its needs to breed till you bleed torn the rubber
when you've braved the cold waves
Without the option to remold Days, Kemet holds sunk in
Refold the amber waves of old slaves of profit
Gone up in smoke
Like an Afghanistan choke
What's the function?
Another white night
Where you can't see a thing
There is no focus
Stastasta tic don't cling
There is no opus where cataracts bring
An inhibited vision like when a Cadillac swings
Excuses, excuses
To the point that it's abusive
No one wants to own their properties
Their faults, shortcomings and anomalies
Say, say what poverty?
The politics of dancing in a line with sovereignty
Night vision goggles and infrared beams
Drones and combat are the scheme of these things
What's friendly fire between friends and their fiends?
It's Fatal
pre-natal
When the end cuts breeze in.
Breathe in
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4. |
Mutation
01:53
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Yes
It's so often that we lost em'
The moss bent like a Dawson
At a creek where the tributes are airy
And feats go unnoticed though awesome
Where the lost winds found the source ends
Coarse ends with the fine middles
Torsion with a spine brittle
Like shivering Norsemen pulling the oars in
North wind and northstar
push
so get your chest right
Inhale and exhale,
now push on to the next light
The next life may not exist
why take chances with this round
As for now the sky is above
the earth just below; give more than a pound
That is a blessing in disguise
The lesson's in the size you magnify it,
The less we magnify it
Higher that we all can fly
Any obstacles can be insurmountable but every obstacle
Also comes equipped with the possible.
A quick quip and apostle's jewels
Delivering it to you straight up
Not the messenger with the filler
The message is in the filter
The medicine's in the field of
The blessings that reappear, what?!
The stress, it ain't worth the build up
There's build up and then there's residues
Like the resonance when the field's love
Ain't the revenue that we feel, huh?
It's the restitute that they've owed us
When it shows up, seems miraculous
But the actualisation is gold, huh?
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5. |
Jets Colorés
01:53
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We possibly
The prophecies are turning round and the dials wrong
It's worldwide and oversaturates the dialogue
Wasn't isolated to one country or region
This siege in effect was the cause of a treason
Too much of anything erases any season
You must do as you will, within reason
So you..
The path ahead is where you grow thru
Days will roll thru damage sets left with no clue
Manage to check the whole crew and respects to Ronu (he told you)
Build and destroy like a camera's known to
Image is something but inside the outside is all
Ask the outside after the fall
Not the average go-to his baggage is global, known to
Ravage savagely even if the cabbage ain't boku
Remain ready steady and raw, plainly too heady for yall
This here is the art of rhyming with a snapback
Fly, but we ain't talking wings, speaking like Kings and triple
Fat caps, no bling he rocks a napsack
Staying progressive, unimpressed with the rest
Who can't even check the mic
Let alone rock a head with something
Running the rhyme like he's Usain with two brains
One head, two aims for lanes and the suckers who was bred for only fronting
styles rain like fallout
Chips, and balls all out,
This ain't what you call doubt, too many heads for fronting
Aahh yes the climax, the edge is cutting, synopsis is clear
We are here to take the year,
or be leaves but nothing is still something.
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6. |
Why Is It?
02:17
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REVERSE LINE BY LINE
Not what trapped him? Moss green
There's only one cigarette
Clappers let off a good cheer like here's lead
So what happened cost him three
There's only two beers left
Rappers spit all in our ears like we're met
Of the beat
Sound casing a profound lasing
Nouns racing with a lost tasting, Pounds draping
when the cost isn't
Too much and when you do clutch as much as you can hold in the rush;
Boss business
Gold.
It's a whole different experience
A myriad of emotions
Underarm tickle
The furious
And Fearless
Like Five, like Four
Plus one and giving you more>>
Than the current case of spirits is
Beer is not like champagne
Bust one and they're giving Accord
No de-vision given the force
All in together like sharing a ride
With a whip that can kick
With Kankick and the flip
That Kareem Riggins
Road wide enough to careen on at speed limits
Dreams trigger realism mars needs women
Like a stream bigger
Than an inseam where the scene is; and ideals isn't
Like the meme's missing
He deals written, and peels freestyles while in realtime
Real seconds unreal minutes and mean inches
You never know when you're gonna go so steal second
Seal second then aim for first and feel reckless
You know thy steez pleasant, well to a limit's given limit
When the limit gives in, as the breeze lessens
There's only five grams left
One pack of leaves, and leagues of heads met
There's only one year left
Takes one pack of thieves to clear the tenth-year's stretch
Fearless.
Odds bless ya life.
Get out that mess that bites
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7. |
At Sea
02:21
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Inside an iffy tent
With a little less spent
A little less speck, more lettuce than unleaded
Respect carries more weight than cheddar
Cheddar carries more weight than lettuce
And both are no match for his set-up
A just count is fat grams
Almost bust out the bag
Like a cab and ten standin'
Then stand in
Stunt double but enough the
One trouble impossible to avoid
Like streets unhustled
Greet that scuffle
Like the change in the weather
Strange as the measure rearranged and re-considered
Rearranging the pleasure with a balance of being
Thinking, linking, discernment, the earnest of feeling
Feelings really nothing more than senses in your field queen
In your field king, the whole of possibilities is yielding
Unlike a dry spell for a season
A drive spells the reason LORDSS
Made their way out from behind the bleachers
To reach you down to the roots
Discreet down to the boots
Sea sounds drown out the news
Like shells rebound off the pavement
Somebody joins the ground in a cube
Imminent doom door 1 or 2?
But wait a minute paint a minute
3 and 4
Free and poor or rich and slaved
Which end saved up for the
Pace jump wave!?
Fifth variant opens up with various scary ends
(Trying not to let go
But it's past due.) (X2)
Need a ticket for the metro??
Hop the Glass mule
Or the iron worm that never
Gave the chance on time; no rescue
Last stop is at 2
These elites are on ten
The relief is on life support
The people on trends
Ten story steeples give the stabbing like its Sinistar
Sinister shit underlying when administered
Jabbing like the minister, jabberwockies with transistors
Gabbing without gifts
Rest In power to that Mister
Waves roll in and bring life to the sand
Then tide rolls out and takes the land from the hand
From the gram to the man blessings keep the calm
The air is bitter and sweet as you repeat the dawn
Some won't make it, to see the dusk and moon rise
Some won't make it like mother earth was tube-tied
Dedications:
Sean P.
Heavy D. MFDoom Nipsey Hussle
Malik B. King Von Pop Smoke Ecstasy Biz Markie
DMX Prince Markie Dee Black Rob Shock G. Bushwick Bill Juice WRLD XXXTentacion Fredo Santana Craig Mack Lovebug Starski Grandmaster TC Islam Prodigy Payroll
Fresh Kid Ice Pam The Funkstress Gift of Gab
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