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Face Tat
02:46
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Sold out paid
Money is fueling the flame
Tired of playing these game
I do not feel any shame
I do not feel anything
I am a god
I am the one that will make you
I am the one that will take you
I am the one that will break you
I am the one with the keys
Fucked up mind disease
Cash, burning it, coming in fast
Making it last
Hoping they laugh at you, what would your gods do?
Fight you
Guide you
Thinking that they stand beside you?
Nah
Sold out paid remember
You can see diamonds and grills
You can count up all the bills
Asking yourself, “ Is it real”
Do you really fucking care
Goldfish in my high tops
I got new cars and it won’t stop
I got new jets
And these bombs drop
I feel washed up
But I’m paid blahhh
I sip Cristal on this new yacht
I got new beats while this beat drops
And it’s funny
I ain’t got none of this
I can make fun of this
I am a wordsmith BABY
Now pay me
I’m a kangaroo in this fucking zoo
Imma' get hostile Imma' flip turnstiles
Imma' stay mobile
New corvette
There’s no format
Calling em' all out
Sick of these rappers who ball out
Watering down what I do
I do not care about shoes
They don't care about you
Check out the face tat
Check out the new gat
Check out that fly hat
Fuck all the clothes
Fuck all the gold
Women ain’t hoes
Women ain't hoes
O M I N O U S
I’m scared, you’re not
That’s what you said
But I do not see it
I can not see it
I’m feeling great and I really believe it
Ha
I am not feeling so good
I am not feeling so hood
Hustle my mix tape, trying to make rent
Making these rhymes make sense
Put in work
Feeling ambitious
Looking suspicious
It’s repetitious
All of these rhymes
Taking my time away
Can I get yours?
Gimme the time of day
I’m feeling rough
Enough is enough
Ego
See me flex my new tuxedo
Front seat stacked with crystals
Back seat stacked with pistols
I’ll take it all to the bank
What do you thank
Drankin’ my drank
Pull up and torching it all
Eyes on on the ball
Burn
Losing traction at all turns
I can do rhymes
I can do rhymes really good
I can say words like I should
I can pull up on the skrrt skrrt
Making up words on my blurp turp
We can deflect all the shame
I do not feel anything
I am just wanting the fame
I am just wanting the fame
Give me the fame
Fucked up
Complicated
Are you right, or are you jaded
Are you smart or are you faded
This is just the box I came in
Wrapped up while I rap these lines up
Damn my pockets lined up
They line up cause I am just a fool with tight ass shoes
Grills, bills, pills
Meal ticket
They’ll pick it
Watch my watch is tight as fuck
I got the plays I got the drugs
I don’t know what I’m sayin’ anymore I am just playin’
I am making all this shit up
I am tired I am tired I am tired I am tired as fuck
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2. |
Divine Interpretations
02:31
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When you picture God, what does it look like
Is it the mountains, is it the turnpike
Is she a marvelous wife
Does he provide all the life
Is it the guns and the knives
I’ve got my own interpretations
Reasons for war across the nations
Is it all up in a book
Is it all up in the mind
It is not up to you
God is not molecules
Maybe it is I don’t know
Can I follow you
Follow the scripture I wrote
Look at the stars It’s a joke
Here is your dagger and cloak
Stab, impress the minds
Collection plates and now you’re mine
Minding my mind while l meditate
Opening eyes and the pupils will dilate
Is it the light from the stars
Is it the temples on mars
Is it the karma you earn
Is it the things that you learn
Willing to grow
And I’m learning a lot from the things I don’t know
Demons and angels
Adjusting the angles of what you might see
Does it feel critical
It is so visceral
It is okay that we do not agree
Amen to the cavemen blasphemy
Is it the vision I see coming back to me
Amen to the priest at the top of the steeple
Back to your knees taking hope from the people
Namaste
You got stories in a book
Gotta lot to say
Can’t say that I’m hooked
Gotta God to save
Don’t know where to look
So I look in the mirror and see myself alive
Life is a fable
Cain or an Abel
Books on the table
Murder the brethren
Can I see heaven then
Feathers I pluck for my pen
Sounds of the chanting
Whispers and rantings
God is a brand
God is a plan
God is a woman and God is a man
Is God a Business
Is God a scam
God is a vision an energy flow
I can feel it inside of my head
It can grow
It is connecting us
Some say infecting us
Is it protecting us
Is it collecting us
All
There when we fall
There when we need it
There when we call
Is your God an automated standard
Making you read a book or hold a candle
Making you fall apart at every angle
Heaven and Hell are waiting, it’s a gamble
Ample time is left
Cross the hands across the chest
Buy the books and progress
Three more payments
99 Holy divine
Drinking the blood today
Pray to the east
Got the soul of a God
Got the mark of the beast
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3. |
Liberation
02:45
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Alchemy burning the best of me
I spend my time in my lab
Feeling natural like a tree
Just feels right
Writing it down it is my own take
Now it’s on to another line
And now I need a break
Nope, even when you don’t feel like creating
Gotta make something new
It’s the real liberation
It’s the thought that you put on the paper
The stroke of a brush
Or the sculpt of the shaper
If you’re working to survive
Or you’re working to provide
I respect that and know
You’ve got a hustle on your side
If you’re working to purchase or working to buy
You’re in a trap and everything that you’re earning
Bye bye
Trapped up in a shuffle
Trapped up in a scheme
It’s the life you digest as American dreams
Work for yourself and your own aspirations
Don’t get trapped up in the dreams of a nation
Food on table you’ve got the principle
Doesn’t mean you give up on your dreams
Now don’t cynical
Percentages are on my mind
I feel it all the time
If I said I hadn’t thought about giving up I’d be lying
Economy, taking you breaking you
Making you slave for the paper you want
That you fought for
Wars on a new shore
Let’s get an encore
Let’s taste the blood again
Polish it up and put it on the mantle
Those dreams that you fought for are twisted and mangled
Fall asleep easy
The Dreams of a bank
The digital nightmares drawing a blank
Follow the drill this new pill is amazing
Pharmacy puppet
Pharmacy plaything
Swallow it quick
Do not ask you just pay me
Pay it up front
Or a front for your safety
Skin melts and the hearts turn to ash
Bones break and brains turn to cash
Common wealthy is the game that we’re playing
Buy it up quick do not ask what you’re paying
Empower yourself
You are a mercenary
Sometimes it gets rough, sometimes it’s scary
The hardest times are ones when you quit
You’ll never fail if you start again
Illustrious humans aren’t born
They work
If you’re trying to big things it’s going to fucking hurt
But you gotta be picking it up
You gotta be moving along
You gotta be doing some right
You’re gonna be doing some wrong
Life
Do you wanna shackle to the dreams of another human being
You can set yourself free that’s
Life
Work for it gotta make a move
But you Can’t wait forever
Cause you gonna die soon.
Screaming at the purpose Don’t be afraid
It will eat you up
It will get you paid
It will
Take you
And break you
And make you
It’s chewing you up
It will love you and hate you
What is your reason
Do you have confidence
Training yourself to me more than just competent
You can find peace in your ultimate goals
Or you can relinquish all control
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4. |
Pet Shop Robbery
02:47
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Late nights desperation
One drunk night had a revelation
Money comes quick from the end of a handgun
Done real smooth wouldn’t have to run
He had an alibi
He had a car to take
It was a one stop one rob big mistake
Little did he know that the pets were ruthless
Put matters in their own paws
Stop the doofus
Shop-keep running had a lot to do
He had to clean the tanks
He had to feed the zoo
Fishes and spiders and ferrets and parrots
The turtles and lizards, the rabbits and carrots
Cats and dogs and everything in between
He even ran the cash box as he mopped and cleaned
He enjoyed the job
But it was plain to see
He wasn’t ready for a pet shop robbery
Tuesday’s dead and the shop was clean
Playing fetch with a pup down aisle fifteen
Door swung open with a deadpan stare
Put the cash in the bag
Threw a gun in the air
Whoa, can’t we just talk about this
Shots popped off and he barely missed
Animals rattled the cages the door flew ajar
Stampede through the store looked quite bizarre
First, air strike parrots on the ready
Cockatiels second wave flight path steady
Beaks to the dome and one to the eye
Fell to his knees successful fly by
Next, time for the kitties on the front line
Hiss with the claws to the back of his thighs
Fang to the neck with the grace of a feline
Next were the gerbils to the toes with a b-line
Chomp
Munchin’ on all the little piggies
Man jumped up did a funny little jiggy
Fell face first to a frightful scene
Fangs of a pup who was looking mean
God boy
Play fetch with his hands and face
He robbed the wrong little store
Held up the wrong place
It was money he was looking for
Instead he got a fight
He was looking for the cash
But instead he got the bite
Snakes, crawlin’ up the pants so quickly
Screams flew out and the man felt sickly
Slither back down to the feet and squeeze
Hope your toes fall off while you cough and wheeze
Turtles show up, move slow but they came
Clamp straight to the hair
This was no war game
This was war
On the floor, in aisle five
Then the rats showed up and they did a nose dive
Out the cage to the face
With the poise and the grace
Of a rodent
And every moment the man wished
That his shot hadn’t missed
Screaming out in agony
Wasn’t ready for a pet shop robbery
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5. |
Look at You
02:46
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If you met you from the past would you like you now
Would you like your style
Would you like your life
Livin’ up in hypotheticals
Hypothetically I’m me from the past on the move
Future, it’s not here might never be
Life enemy
Be here now please
Drool at the screens that bought you
Pool up the blood on your knees
Who taught you
Spiraled addiction, addicted to confidence
Juicing the fruit of your mind
Finding common sense
Commonly known as a timely prediction
Summon the god... contradictions
Casting away while you’re watching me
Watching you
Digital Death, Digital Molecules
Chipping away at the daylight
Photons looking inside of you insight
If you met a future you
Would you shake your hand
Would you understand
All things change
All things twist rearrange
All things shift in your brain
We are all static
Don’t be dogmatic
Flickers of time
Sometimes erratic
Sometimes calm
Sometimes straight dropping bombs
Sometimes cry in the palms
Sometimes rough
Psyched out burned and tough
Questioning if you’re enough
You are enough and I’m telling you
This is not easy
Gotta be strong
You gotta believe me
Sometimes we are a mess
Feeling the stress
And feeling depressed
The weight on our chest
As we question our common sense
Sleepless nights pretense
If you look right at you
You will see the truth
See the now
See your style
See how you really fucking live
Not what you did
Not where you’re going
But where you’re at
Truth on that
You could be the one to find a new format
You could be the one to elevate your crew
But you gotta be the one to look at you
Volatile
Gone God to vile
Gone good to bad
Gone bad to good
You do not write the book
You’re merely a bookmark
Looking for trademarks
Fiction
Till you complete some goals
Finding the people to play the rolls
Are you the person you thought you were
Or maybe a plot device occurred
Taboo script
Sometimes your bullets are flying straight from the hip
As you empty the clip in your story
Guns and glory
Allegories
Fall off the cliff notes
What was the concept
Rewrite the timeline
Yes there is time left
Rough draft
First last
Past present
Slow fast
Don’t get lost in the thing that you want to be
You can disagree with your mind
Sometimes you’ve got to redesign
The way you’re thinking
Obstacles, ego and pride
You’ve got to decide
Is it worth it, erase yourself
Redefine yourself
Refine yourself
3 Point point up to the wealth
You
You are not you
But the rippled existence of all that you knew
And all that you know
Flickering static
The pages are turning it’s feeling dramatic
A play
Day by day
You set the stage and you walk away
You’re pulling the curtain
Lights go on
You’re up on the stage
And the script is gone
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6. |
Intentions
02:48
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Rhymes on the track
And words will align with your zodiac
Or the date in the back of the almanac
No coincidence just work no slack
I’m a poet
Like to write words on the dead trees
Some call it hip hop, some call it emcee
I call it art of the mind or a life goal
Funnel the words that I write to your ear holes
Not about the money or the dough
If you got it that’s fine
Ain’t gotta let me know
I don’t care
Paper keeps a lot of blood on it
Rather write a rhyme or a mother fucking sonnet
That’s life
Write another line while I wait
I’m a meat sack, bonafide, water primate
It’s a limbo, parked on the side of the lot
Some day you will die, some day you will rot
Not now
Alive with a purpose
One you create
One that will surface
One that you find if you look at intention
One that you’re seeing inside of your vision
Don’t be blind
Satisfaction not guaranteed
You gonna give up, you gonna concede?
You gotta lotta' nerve
Not so bad
I’m a mission with a grail
Straight Galahad
Ohio
Connecting the notes
To the legato
Funk in the hills and funk in the street
It’s the champion sound
And we’re crafting the beat
937 Is the area
Slide right on through we'll take care of ya
Got a crew and a couple of cats on sonics
Triad smooth and we got harmonics
Free the mind
You gotta put in work
It’s not working well if it doesn’t hurt
Get uncomfortable
Re assessing your mind
Discipline re align
Thundering dreams
Feeling them vibrate
Vibrate the spine and the brain of the primate
I find the root of ambition is rooted in pain and opposition
Weaponry words
Finding the beat of a new song bird
Chirping and flapping the wings of creation
Building the nest of new dictation
Destiny
Not real if you ask me
Plug the ears
You hear the sound of the banshees
Feel the wind sway the branch you live on
Twigs snag and the nest is gone
Last thought
You want the clout or the money
Gonna fail hard
And it won’t be funny
Gotta dip down to the pit of your soul
Gotta fall apart with a new ego
Asking me what do I do I don’t know
It is something you've got to find out on your own
It is something you’ll find in the eye of your mind
So open it up and look inside
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7. |
Leaves and Decay
02:50
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Birch trees sway
I Take another breath
Dirt skull air
Taste the smell of death
Water it trickles and flows in the distance
Question the point of this trip
And existence
Watching the leaves hit the ground
Chirping and flapping absorbing the sound
Sounds like a trembling axiom
Pieces of life aren’t attached to them
Pulling the roots by the stem
Gifted this life from a life that has passed
And I’m passing it on
Lines on these poems
Pulling the light from what’s gone
Pulling the light from what’s gone
Venomous hollows
Howl in the distance
Distantly marking my path with persistence
Rocks in my shoes the blues of the hues
Split sky and clouds fly by dew
Drips
Down to my lips and my forehead
Finding my deathbed
My ego is misled
Marching on I feel the essence of the forest
Spongy and porous
I try to enjoy this
Treatment
Finding solace in the Intent
Lost in the leaves and the decay
It’s okay
I’m okay
I’m breathing dry heaving and meeting
Myself for the first time
Please for the last time
Grinding my teeth to a pulp
Turning my thoughts to the mulch
Making my way to my feet I’m feeling distress
It’s impressing me, flowers are sprouting I’ve lost myself
Treeline peaking, and I’m peeking out the treeline
Sycamore and what is more I’m feeling like a fresh pine
Calm down, all of these animals are your allies
Owl eyes glisten and peer through the night sky
Spying me, beast of a man
Palms of my hands and I’m handing myself to the Woods
Misunderstood my intentions were good
Willow and weep at my feet
How sweet
Grass stained consciousness
Draining the succulents
Masking the taste of the life on my mind
Holy Divine and watching the signs
Flesh to seed to rind
Grotesque feedback dropping my backpack
Stumble on dirt tracks
Reaching through pitch black
Time was irrelevant
Tusks of the elephant
Elevation of the mind through the roots
Merciful lights find a way I’m inclined to describe this
Event as a song
Whether right or I’m wrong
I experienced something
Nothing, I’m bile from nature
I’m no nomenclature
We’re everything
Suffering celebrations on the edge of Minds eye
Living where time flies
We’re just the flies on decay
Decay it is natural
Birch trees sway
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