1. |
Death Notes
03:10
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Imma be real with you
Uh, I think I'm way worse than I was
In the last project
Think I'm worse, mentally, spiritually
I got lot more shit to get off my chest
Fuck! But look
Here's my death notes
Success has many friends
Failure is an orphan
My mother told me that
Before I started popping
Before cheques cleared
Conversations bout brand endorsements
Back when nobody cared about the lost kid
No tears, no emotions
We off em
So have this, as the second offering
She asks how much the bag costs
It's no biggie
Look girl, I can afford it
Crossroads of success
I'd raise a toast to my achievements
But I've been once, an alcoholic
Took two years and a stash of blunts to get off it
I think I switched the liquor for sex
I think I met the woman of my dreams
I'm just not the man she deserves yet
I'm charming but numb to my core
Ain't a person I couldn't give paradise
But I hunger for more
Don't know what more is
Maybe I just want a nice house
And maybe some kids
Or maybe I don't
Maybe I'm ego tripping
Enjoy how you moan
While I'm grabbing your throat
Laughing in therapy sessions
Getting better a joke
Don't lecture me bout lung cancer boo
Just let me smoke
Don't lecture me bout finance baby
Spending time with these notes
Some of you think I'm talking blues and greens
But it's really just always been black and white
And life ain't safe but sounds sweet
When you got the right key
Music the ultimate time thief
Back in this game like I never left
They tell you walk a righteous path
But never tell you how it all goes left
I've lost faith, I've lost love
I've lost my respect for this dark game
Of back stabs and closed gloves
Remarkable grief
I see angels below
I got a few more death notes just so you know
Hold the pain cause when it burns
Creative flames protect us from the cold
This ain't ink I'm spilling
It's pure gold
Every names got notes
Every name in the death note
I got a couple more death notes
I got a couple more death notes
I got a couple more death notes
Where I come from it's summer all year round
The sun is shining all year round
There was no...there was nothing
I saw sun all year round
Do you understand
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2. |
Summertime Snapshot
04:10
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It's a Summertime Snapshot
Everybody Fine
We just taking shots
Summertime we gone whine
We gon pop off
Only time we gon ever ever
Get shot
Only time
Black boys gon get shot
Forever framed
We gon be famous
Just watch
Summertime Snapshots
The summer scored my youth
Blue skies reflected my heart
The shapes of the clouds
Well, that was
My first relationship with art
Warm rain on my skin
Long days just to think
C'est la vie, french broken
So you thought I said lovely
Well spoken
So I move candidly
Hold my chest
Don't hold my heart
You smile
I know you, you know
What this about
Three weeks later fucking
On your momma's couch
Fuck you to the point
You start to hope again
Used to be a pessimist
Now you talking faith
And destiny
The weaponry was apathy
Shielded by love
But cruelty, poisoned me
The prices we pay for peace
That lens does feast
Upon your memories
Writing this
From the belly of the beasts
Where I fear no evil
Just me
Bought flowers
For your grave b
Ain't I romantic
Ain't this just bliss
Three shots no witnesses
It's a summertime
It's a Summertime Snapshot
Everybody Fine
We just taking shots
Summertime we gone whine
We gon pop off
Only time we gon ever ever
Get shot
Only time
Black boys gon get shot
Forever framed
We gon be famous
Just watch
Summertime Snapshots
Saturday barbecues
Kept me good
Kept my belly full
Sunday morning cartoons
Kept me up
Drawings plentiful
Momma in the kitchen
Looking tired
Cooking soul food
Every grown up look sad when They watch the news
Especially when they black
Twelve year old headass
Was mad confused
But less than a year
I would suffer too
Common theme of black life
Pain is a primary tool
My soul framed
In the pictures with you
Babies lost in the blue
Paper chasing, nevermind us
We fell into the pool
Their charity is Chaplin
Before hand me downs
Became sustainable fashion
Passion was rhythm
The grooves
Sailed on wavelength
In the music
Shipwrecked on your nation
Will you let me be yours
I'm yours
I'm yours
I'm yours
I'm yours
Will you let me be yours?
Summertime
She said I'd love you
Regardless of what it takes
Separate the real from the fake
Wound up in hospital
Last time I took a leap of faith So here I am
Ready to do it all again
The spoilt apple
Beside her, the cider
Left me drunk on hate
This cyanide journey will end
At pearly gates
Maturity doesn't increase
With age
Reality is not
Confined to a stage
I've seen blood
I've seen water
I've seen wine
I've seen no separation
In all three at anytime
What am I, with you
Who was I, before you
What will I be, after you're gone
Point that camera to my skull
Point that camera too my skull
It go like
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He said pull up, felt a switch hiss through the air
Bleeding out he pray to god
She tell him life ain't fair
I tell all my demons we can do it
We can do it right here
He said pull up felt a switch hiss through the air
Bleeding out he pray to god
She tell him life ain't fair
I tell all my demons we can do it
We can do it right here
Too used to cycles of hurting
A downward spiral o' bourbon
That velvet red is the verdict
When there's a trifle o' learning
I treasure friends in my bubble
Cause trust I fucked up a couple
I stumble out of a club
With beer n' blood on my knuckles
Visions blurry n puzzled
Mind is clear from mistakes
You'd think a mansion is saviour
Once you've slept by the gates
Depression lacks any preference
Rich or poor its the same
So light a tree like its Christmas
Cold turkey can wait
N' though it hurt me to say
Cold turkey can wait
N' though it hurt me to say
Cold turkey can wait
He said pull up, felt a switch hiss through the air
Bleeding out he pray to god
She tell him life ain't fair
I tell all my demons we can do it
We can do it right here
He said pull up felt a switch hiss through the air
Bleeding out he pray to god
She tell him life ain't fair
I tell all my demons we can do it
We can do it right here
N' though it hurt me to say
You made your mind right in hindsight
I'd hide my lies behind any time we'd have a fight
And I riled up every inch o' just before I took a mile
Trading words like bullets, vicious and vile
You living 9-5 while I was dreaming of some limelight
Searching for my ego, it was hidden in pride
N' I would jump to all affection tryna mirror role models
With a cold bottle
I was lost in my reflection, severed tied and broken friendships
Tunnel vision, no direction
If I was tryna live forever I could never die a legend
Dead men up in my closet cause I
Told em it was heaven
I been counting 7 minutes when I struggle for a second
I been countin up the clock like i was paid to tell the time
I been dreamin o' the radio like every stations mine
If I could buy back broken trust I would forfeit every dime
I can never buy it back no I can only pay the fine
Think I'll stick to method acting if I'm ever villainized
Drive's disguised as desperation when inside a villains eyes
Fuck a prize, my demise is when ill know I'm satisfied
Until then its baked beans with day dreams till my deep sleep is worldwide
We can do it right here
We can do it right here
Look boy
You claimed you bout it
But now you bleeding and you shook boy
Midnight drives
If he scream, tape his mouth
Knife under the finger nail to let him know what it's about
Crying for yo momma knowing you about to be taken out
Pull up by the riverbed
Then cut the lights
Disposable gloves
And a bike kit right
Deep breaths
This gon hurt boy
You ain't gonna be able walk to church boy
If you believe in something
Pray now
Cause you gon say much after this round
If it was up to me I'd pop a round boy
Be done with it
No tough love, you a broken toy
Little boy
Look
I'm the Black Playboy of your
Western world I know how to things unfurl
I don't like shit, don't go outside
Word to Earl
Fuck a clique
Switchblades left me traumatized
And if you play with my family
Then you gotta die
Look
You the observe the sharks
So you know how to hunt
All my idols served a stint in a pen
Explains why they could never imprison my pen
I can turn a piece of plastic into razorblades
Look
I can have your body your recycled and the lose case
Look
Some of you here are only here due to my mother's grace
Look
If it wasn't for her
Your momma would be looking at you through a picture frame
J taught me how to squeeze a trigger a 17
Louisiana family, you know what that fuckins means
No weaponry too cruel for me
Catch his head when you knock him down
Any room you in stick to close the walls
Money is addicting
Mind your withdrawals
Here's some final financial advice
That transaction between life and death happens every night
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All my killers ready to roll
You know
X told you hell is hot
I'm here to tell you
It's cold
Ice on your neck a cheque
If you know you know
Ninth circle no respect
That's the place we go
Let's talk about it
So many cheques cleared
Need a money counter
You can't count on her since last encounter
Still end up fucking on the counter
Young, wild and free, no Americana
They said you can free pain by hitting ganja
Adding comas, scrounging bars up
Pac said fuck the world no condom
I can't condone
No protection
Weaponry make me feel at home
I make a dirty Harry look stylish
Just from aiming at one direction
One wrong turn
Imma chip his dome
Boy drop bands when he see a Smith and Wesson
Money useless when your life's a loan
I'm okay long as AK's at home
Bullet graze his flesh
Change his skin tone
Thought he was a soldier
Now he kiss his girl through a cellphone
Fuck with me famo
The wordplay ammo
The punchline clipped
I say it, don't spray it
That's marksmanship
Put your ashes in my rollie
Spark
Wait, wait, wait wait
Then hit
All my killers ready to roll
You know
X told you hell is hot
I'm here to tell you
It's cold
Ice on your neck a cheque
If you know you know
Ninth circle no respect
That's the place we go
I get took back
By these fuckin gun raps
You couldn't stomach a slug
You're not a hood rat
Now let me push facts
You never pushed packs
Ain't got the run of the jungle
Ah would ya shush lad
Ain't dealing with much muck with mud flaps
Wishing you were from the gutter gives me such laughs
Every stutter that you utter about your rough past
A father and a mother that helped you touch grass
A good dad, with a loving mum
In a big warm house in the sullen slums
You get a sudden rush from the dullest sun
Calls himself the plug 'cause he's the dumbest son
The big, bad crook, he's the rugged one
Until he gets that book and he's undergunned
Never seemed so shook and now he suffers none
Because he hung himself according to the mother's tongue
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When I started this journey, I didn't think we'd end up this far
I didn't think things would go like this
But I just got one thing I want to tell you real quick
We are the shape of jazz to come
They told me drink to your success, became an alcoholic, nineteen
The good die young, I lived the blueprint of cracked dreams
Took about ten years to find pleasure in the simple things
X marks the spot, but I never knew Y, I was off axis
Pretty people and cocaine was praxis
Hotel charged me two hundred, we fucked, broke the mattress
Six months later, I broke your heart too
You tell me I'm yours, but this spliff ain't enough
Let's keep it blunt, boo
Let's keep it crack
Nah, let's keep it MDMA
You get fed up with my distance, but with cops I don't play
Love is the law, you judge, I bear witness to its sentence
Escape the heart's asylum, enjoy my last sentence
I think we're better apart, not trying to be cuffed, not trying to be jailed
Behind these bars but the instrument my bail
And if you don't like it, you can suck the Moby dick of a young Ishmael
Free form flows for you flailing fucks that's frail
I turn a crime scene into poetic detail
I am the flickering sanity of a young black male
You can't blackmail
Cause I seen switchblades cut faces while niggas kayfabe
Seen them spin, hit the block like a game of Beyblades
The mainstream media hound our pain like a great dame
These fucks are Cromwell to the Irish wolf
Antipathy to common good
And sometimes I feel like a courtesan to morning wood
This a free meals program giving soul food
I seen fake thugs waving arms like the lines of a polygraph test
Just to get chipped by liars that they couldn't detect
The speech impediment of a duct tape tech
If the gun jam, the switch flicks
So say less or say more
Shamik from two-one-two still laying on the floor
No disrespect, I confess the intellect been addressed
Not disavowed, never yours to allow
Peep the style, could go a hundred rounds
Fuck with me, catch a round
Oh shit
Oh you like how I'm rhyming now
This is the shape of jazz to come
The foolish think it's ornately done
We take the plastic sacks and run
Like Coleman finding gold in New York
The shape of jazz to come
The shape of jazz to come
The shape of jazz to come
I am forever an affirmation of my mother's prayers
They said speak with conviction, so let me say this
I married joy, but cheated on it with sadness
I fathered love, but abandoned it result of madness
Child of the internet, looking for happiness
I heard blue birds the reason you catching flies in your mouth
Get it
You the web now
Let the pen bleed, let the thoughts feed
Maslow's pyramid co-opted by schemes for human greed
I'm writing sermons to the congregation of your inner child
You look back at me and said that was nothing profound
Child rebel soldiers at war with poverty
Dead em like Fenian raids of eighteen sixty six
Closed fists hit the wall, then snapped the wrist
Cheeks turned, but now there's blood in the spit
Between cut fingers and squat thumbs
Halo effect inscribed on the trigger of your snug gun
We are the shape
We are the shape of jazz to come
We are the shape of jazz to come
I am the shape of jazz to come
Ornette Coleman, if you can hear me, you gon' fuck with this
Ladies and gentlemen, and those who are neither
I'd like to take a moment of your time to allow a good friend of mine
To just serenade you out of this experience
Please give it up for
Luke Corrigan
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6. |
Za Prayah pt. III
03:52
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Here we meet the Samurai continuing his quest
Refusing to give up the fight
Still, little one, there is more to learn
Watch closely
I come from a generation exploited and gentrified
The sensation of music anointed
Clouded eyes, the veneration
When I spit on a mic, you see acid, not alkaline
I call my fans excavators, they dig for gold when I rhyme
Ironic how they count the odd one out in your prime
Blind to the skill they see as luck
My L's were sevens, you just had to adjust
Jacked the pot black royal flush
Take chips as they come
Either on your shoulder or awards that you won
I am a jack of all trades, I kill my masters for fun
The light that remains from a half-dipped yellow sun
I am a bullet, you just a fucking smoke from a gun
Reloading like hard drives
Wheels spin slow on the road to success
That's hard drive, but lately I'm losing drive to fatigue
Don't get it twisted, still kill these beats
With ease, young pessimist, forever hard to please
Insomniac, but my morale's been swinging miles around me
I think therapy's the synonym for sleep
Dream's the definition of free
Trust is blind, lady justice, co-opted honesty
I'm on my knees, begging to be healed
You ain't married to this game
You trying to cop a feel
We ain't not the same, you fuck around
I'm young, black, David Copperfield
Nigga, how's it feel
I'm yours
We ain't in that same game, we're the new generation
There's a lot to come, but if you come to Christ
You'll be made anew
There's no way you can argue with me
There's no way you can debate with me
You need to be born again
Made anew, made anew
So that you know the living God in your heart
So that you can worship him, worship him, worship him
Give him praise
World of vice and sin ain't it appealing?
But you need healing
We praise the music
We praise the funk
Dance with us
Look, God is a black woman, she listens to funk
I don't make music unless it rattles your trunk
I'm speeding on backstreet roads, and yes, I am drunk
They tell me they love me, and it don't mean much
This for Lindy Boppers and Zoot Suits
This for Uncle Fermi with the silver tooth
This is Kaftans and well cooked soul food
Ink spilt over Pro Tools
Distinct blinks like you ain't supposed to rhyme this good
I am sooth and prayer's new school grit
But I kept it playa, she said
Take me and make me yours
Bed turns to swimming pools when she's on all fours
It ain't blasphemy, If we both scream too God
It's just rhapsody
When you shake mi amour
But this melancholy got me obviously numb to myself
I've been like drowning in vice
Maybe I should just ask for help, no lies felt
But till then, we praise the funk
But this melancholy got me obviously numb to myself
I've been like drowning in vice
Maybe I should just ask for help, no lies felt
But till then, we praise the funk
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm yours
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm yours
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7. |
FOR BALDWIN
03:13
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Look
Every time I write
It's another note from your native sun
Delayed the pun, the jokes on you
I'm Lorraine's raisins hun
Ain't no sun in me
I grew up without a complete family
Got stabbed and realised opening up more than anatomy
Kush, and sage in the air
She thinks I'm practicing alchemy
She on her knees
Little brat
Gon act up for me
But got an Oscar body
Only right you perform b
Camera in your hand
Oh you want to shoot a movie scene
So
I like my men elegant
Like my Women decadent
I've been through hell
But make sure every word is heaven sent
You ain't felt grief till you buried the kids that loved you
Till you looked at mothers knowing you failed em
Till the money comes and you realise
This life is aimless
Till you realise, that to some
Blackness is entertainment
My life's a movie with the sound off
I'll pop you corny fucks
Before I let you tell me what a stage is
Pure scripture. The spectacle is just foreplay
Ain't that something Baldwin say
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I stopped being indebted to dreams
Cashed reality cheques
Emeritus of the game
Stained window of Fame
Caution the brave
Elysium's play for the grave
Let's talk myth
Kissed cheeks
Meets silver
That's brotherhood
Exploited currency
I am your keeper
Stay out the hood
You said I'll love you regardless of what it takes
You patched up my bruises after every leap of faith
You got a piece of my heart
But I'll always have your vertebrate
And if you ain't felt love infinite
Then you can't relate
You make me believe in faith
You'd run through fire just pull me back from heaven's gate
I think you might be the remedy for my apathy
The ink of my perseverance
My beloved, eternal love
So if you listening
Let the these words be a constant hug
I love you
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If loving you is right
Then I just wanna be wrong
And lose myself in the, in the, in the twilight
The twilight
Just my life
That's my life
Look, I'm at the point where the point is just played out
Skip to the point where you laid out
Know you like to play now
Fuck like we love each other, scream and shout
Ain't that foul, you couldn't duck my sauce
Five star meal, had you on your tip toes
Begging for more, kinda crazy how I juggle flows
Looking for purpose, instead I found hoes
Make a garden out of broken hearts
My life a circus and it's just a start
Every clown gotta play they part
Fuck a Birkin, can you baggage my thoughts
And dump them into the sea, no opening up
Intimacy is futile with me
And I wish I wasn't
But I'm cold inside, so cold
When I touch your glass, I chill the wine
But I try my best to keep you away from that
So this little world of mine
It's yours,
So enjoy my plastic smiles
Enjoy my styrofoam tears
Enjoy my fugazi
Enjoy the best of my years
Enjoy that champagne
Enjoy the Louis bag
Enjoy the times we had
Enjoy each time you O
Cause when I break your heart I want you to feel it
When I go
I might be toxic
If loving you is right
Then I just wanna be wrong
And lost myself in the, in the, in the twilight
The twilight
Just my life
My life
This girl Eve from the Garden of Eden
Met her out last week I know what she be needing
She don't need no man to be tweaking
But some grown love she be seeking
So I tell her girl
Move back, move hips, ay
Who's that, who's this
She wanna ride all night
Make me wanna ride all night
Till she see morning light
This girl make me wanna get frisky, risky
When I'm out of the ends
Now she tryna kiss me, undress me
Take me down to her bed
T-O-X-I-C
Now it could be me, but unlikely
I just ain't got the time today
But that's okay
This loving on her mind, it won't go away
Yeah, I know she like me
Tryna be my wifey
Step into the scene
And the drip is so nicely icy
I can even do it in a white T
Or roll up in a night with my tech fleece Nike
I got a girl up north in Finsbury
She wake next day
Said she wanna go Tiffany, uh
Baby girl, are you kidding me
It's funny how the money make gyal move differently
Yo
It's funny how the money make gyal move differently
Yeah
Ha ha
Ay yo, wrap it up, wrap it up
Cause I'm done out here
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9. |
FOR CARAVAGGIO
04:04
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Now let's go, it's been like two years and
I haven't drank before but fuck it I'm drunk now so
Eight months from the time of this verse I'm on stage
I came to vibe out and you know how I play
The crowd fixate, some of you thought I wouldn't be great
But I shut down the night and I'm smiling through the haze
As I'm walking off I see a kid, he looks like me
Know he relates, his pupils dilate as I'm going by
I tell him have faith, have faith
Cause six months ago I was writing through the pain
Ignoring any requests to medicate
I'd rather self-destruct than do it as an act of faith
I'm a blood diamond, I belong in the pearly gates
But right now I'm fucking you in your hotel room
I'm living off snow, liquor and good sex
I'm wrestling with faith, I'm wrestling with success
I'm wrestling with addiction, the work of myself to death
And emotional taxes I can't afford to pay yet
Another one of my dreams came true
Man fuck this champagne, I want my dead friends back
I want to fail, I want to fall, I want what's left of my heart to crack
But they want my soul for the capital like South Korea
But that's my black gold, I learnt that shit from Nina
Let me ask you B, would you trust a flower doesn't want to bloom
Would you trust an actor doesn't want to act
Would you trust fiction if I said it was facts
I don't believe in heaven I want heaven right here
I said I don't believe in heaven I want heaven right here
I want heaven right here
I want heaven right here
The world is on fire, so am I
Light bleeding out this broken heart of mine
I fucked around and stole the shine
Then light dimmed, the gin sip memories
Gone fade with time, I'm sick of wack niggas trying to tell me
How to rhyme, if you were half of me, you'd be arrogant too
But you ain't, so thank god you were born you
Question mediocrity, my answer on cue
And if I could choose, I would've never fallen in love with the blues
My favourite colour, my world outside
Shade I see, cover my mother's eyes
I slipped my knot, felt freedom
You said you loved me, I was traumatized
I spilled benediction, swallowed music's prescription
That's an antidote for wasting time
But I hide my salvation between your hips
And I hide my soul between your lips
And I hide myself in all of this
Between grey and white matter where the thoughts eclipse
And as you lay on my bed, just remember
I don't believe in heaven I want heaven right here
I don't believe in heaven I want it right here
I don't believe in heaven I want you right here
I don't believe I want you right here
I want it right here.
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10. |
The Good Die Young
02:39
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He dead, she dead, they dead, we dead
All em dead
Said he loved to write
Instead his face
Kissed the lead
All dogs go to heaven
But the humans
Stay in hell
The good die young
No more stories left to tell
Back in the kitchen cook a new batch for the streets
Produced till someone drops PTSD
No glass half full, anger the relief
So traumatized we had to bury grief
This ain't coughing, we laughing
Bring the cask out, fuck a casket
Night time comes, we gon' get ours
Every hour you think you safe is another scar
Your sister finds on your face
Wolves gotta eat, ain't no saving grace
Ain't no saving grace
Look, look, silence the lambs when they Hopkins
World went west, so we dealt sin
Needles of the compass, novice to compassion
Promises not threats
One thing I know about bloodshed
It's a river that never ends
Baptized fear in coca leaves
Come sundown
We gon' do it all again
No shots but they shooting up
No shots but they shooting up
No shots but they shooting up
Another life lost to the cold sweats
He dead, she dead, they dead, we dead
All em dead
Said he loved to write
Instead his face
Kissed the lead
All dogs go to heaven
But the humans
Stay in hell
The good die young
No more stories left to tell
I'ma murder than muses
Fist fights and switchblades made me fucking ruthless
Wish things were different
But I bear the scars of a child missed by Cupid
If you think you know me, pause right there
You fucking stupid
Fuck you know about 2k on your head
Fuck you know about probation from the feds
Withdrawals on the bedside
Last time I lost my cool, three people nearly fucking died
Made love with a Cuban witch, Santeria
Watched my enemies get crucified
Couldn't rebuke my soul
The blood of these pigs is mine
Fell in love with an heiress at the steps of Versailles
Said she loved the cruelty in my eyes
Placed the knife to my heart, boo
Not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to die
Two eyes on you, one looking to the sky
Let my sins be sanctified
Let my sins be sanctified
I'm yours
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A lot of people ask me how I cope
The truth is I don't
The truth is I don't
The truth is I don't
How I cope
The truth is I don't
I was never one to cope
Sunken place back here again
I guess I need a rope
Irony cause I'm on the ropes
Losing battles left and right
Flat footed cross legged can't keep up the fight
Bloody teeth
I smile with them
Cashmere tears
I laugh with them
Fuck my name
It was never meant to be written
Existence played out
I place myself in the rhythm
In every man I lost, child is hidden
Middle man of existence is sadness
The middling man kept his millions in time capsules
So if time is money I'm spending credit cards faster
She puts coke on her tongue to numb my face
My nose runs but my feet
Are stuck in place
My mind's stuck in place
I don't make love
I give you pleasure while I disassociate
Look
Fuck with me famo
The punchline ammo
The wordplay clipped
I've prayed for relief
Now I watch God laugh every time
I take a hit
Eyes numb and out of focus
When I do it I know you'll hold us
No hocus pocus
But watch me disappear
Look, this life's a window I might jump
This life's a window I might jump
This life's a window I might jump
This life's a window I might jump
I should've, I might jump
I might jump
In the event of my demise
Mom, I just wanna say I'm sorry
This is for the daughter I know I'll never have
Or maybe for the inner child I'm about to adopt
I love you dearly, that's the core plot
The core stem, petal truth
I never thought tears would bloom when the booth in sooth
I'm sorry I never let you come near
I'm sorry for all the stumbling I've done in this world
I'm sorry for what I am, I hope you understand
Pain can't reach a dead man, cut me, see if I bleed
I hope the Lord grants me peace
Let my spirit unfurl, I hope Maclaine won't miss me
When I'm gone, I know the world moves on
I hope you forget my name when I'm gone
I hope things are better when I'm gone
And if you miss my presence, know it's tears of joy at the end of this song
Mom, I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold on
I don't wanna be no more
I never did
I hope you don't enjoy these writings of your troubled kid
Cashmere tears, nothing life and real
We cry when we want, we laugh when we die
Cold veins spill warm blood, I ask vanity why
Vanity tells ego we have much to realize
But I'm drowning now
Why did they make my reflection so divine
But I'm drowning now
I can feel water falling down my spine
Slice a window, I should jump
Slice a window, I should jump
Slice a window, I should jump
Slice a window, I should jump
Slice a window, I should jump
I should, I should, I should jump
I don't, I don't think I want to be yours anymore
I don't think I wanna be yours anymore
Just let me be
In the event of my demise
I just wanna say I'm sorry
I love you and I'm sorry
I love you and I'm sorry
Aight, bye mum
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I make you scream something holy
Every damn time that I come through
Can tease all you want baby but you bite your lip
When I'm in your view
Smoke palm trees in the rainy views
So we sunny minds
When the light peak through
Two tongues when I speak to you
I gotta feel ya mind with ya body too
Sometimes have to break from you
That fire made me act a fool
If I'm born a sinner
Might as well do, what I do the way that I do
It ain't that intricate
When we intimate
We in tune
Keep it stupid simple
When we vibe boo
That's a XO for experts, who been
Vexed out
That's a shout-out to my exes
And side pieces that hold ya down
But the truth is when you find love
And that love screams
Oh yes it's a holy sound
It's a holy sound
Truth is I ain't above vice
In fact at times I feel a slave to it
Break that feeling every single time I make music
Pill popping made my feelings useless
Can't feel, can't love
Nose numb. heart numb
Had to cope
But are you coping when you unsure
Whether its slipknot or a rope
Made a pact to get to clean
And I been clean, met you
I'm trying to let go of the tears
And be comfortable
And love me
To love you the, way I know I do
This is me, making a holy sound
I'm yours b
Look last album I asked you, if you had faith
In the cracks and the lost kids without a face
I'm smoking cigarettes staring at your grave
I wish it was me that jumped that day
But I might just bring out my wallet and stunt
I might just fucking jump cause I'm drunk
I might just, do whatever I want
I MIGHT JUST, I MIGHT JUST, I MIGHT JUST
WHO AM I KIDDING I'M YOURS
As much I hate it I'm flawed
I'm jaded, I'm yours, I'm spiteful
I'm yours, I'm tainted, I'm yours
I don't what care it costs I'll pay it
And hope my spirit make amends
I'm yours
kisses on my neck
I'm yours
My best friend
I'm yours
I love you enough to stop hating myself
I love you enough to save myself
WYLMBY
WYLMBY
WYLMBY
I'M YOURS
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13. |
4 My Peoplez
05:19
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I told you I'm back like I never left
Crossed my path and you're playing with death
No regrets in the heart of young black intellect
You ain't fucking with me, man, remain celibate
You think you're criminally minded
You just incels, life is a test
Without revolution you fail
So stay the fuck away from young Ishmael
Lights, camera, action
2am in the backseat behind sunglasses
Pour some Rembrandt on your ma, she a Rembrandt now
Frame her all the way up in the Moma
You think I'm talking hip-hop, need an art diploma
Asleep on modern movement, arthritis to the arithmetic
Here's a formula, see if you can stay with it
Blood suckers get hit with nine before they carried by six
Plus that's ten and thirty adding repercussions to it
But zero fucks given, equals switch blades hidden
Equals people going missing, you can open casket visions
The project may happen, the fallout just happened
No games played, bottle your captain
Conrad's story is the heart of rapping
Don't confuse darkness with blackness
Fuck you, my reason is the fucking passion
I'm not an artist, I'm an art test
That can't be degraded, S tier skill that's
Why I'm your favourite, I'm yours
I raw dog, this game so well, it started to pay me
I think my preschool teacher was Marina Tsvetaeva
My parent-teacher meetings were simply filled with ether
Hell is where we're bound, on my poetry book in math class
Substantial words, not yet profound
The silence creaks in emptiness, emotions found
Still here, all part of my hope
For committing crimes to my joy
This punishment was Dostoevsky's second ploy
I see the coy toy as it laps up annoyed noise
The fish scale inhale, have my nose fucking destroyed
Is it pieces or Pisces, the way I show the tale
Or tell a story but the allegories, the scars on my ribs
The you mistook for braille, drop the sibilance and competition
Is a game of who got the better kill
Explains why the first cartoon I saw
Was an exploration of skill
Oh dear, little Bambi, don't go there
Oh dear, little Bambi, don't go there
There's monsters in this forest, beware
Let me tell you a story, about pain, bloodshed and black glory
Born into a war, not made for me
For thee, I'll show love's allegory
Is ink, we left out history
Poorly we spin tales,
Even though we don't know where the fuck it's going
Emotions leak, lies kept us snowed in
Potus, don't think we important
Taoiseach don't see us, they wanna deport us
Claiming back our resources
I live without caution, my voice never be distorted
Not cruisin' cause how minorities reported
Got me feeling horrid, worst part is cops play
Executioner, in this corrupt court kid
Look I do this for my people
The good ones and the ones that are fuckin' deceitful
I do this for teachers, nurses
But also lies and crooks that feel they worthless
If you listenin' that means I do this for you too
Coup who? The thoughts free
Ain't you heard the good news
We turn bloodshed and bruises into paint for our works of art
We turn tears to rain to nature, the world's drought
Give me bitterness, I'm listening to lemonade
Sippin' in imported Sake
All the nightmares and dreams are reality now
Lucid don't exist anymore
Long nights, Henny-poured
I should call my little sister more
Instead I pick up an MPC
Hit record, I do this for you cause
I love you, whether you got it or don't
I love you, whether you feel like you in a room or caught in the smoke
I love you, whether you got the punchline or you just a joke
I love you, I'm yours
Cause you my people, my people
You're my
You're my
You're my
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Look I'm at the stage in life
Where the stage is life
Could hit the left road but
I was raised on Spikes joint
I did it right
Bright like the tip of candle wax
On a lonely path
Tell these corporate ghoul
To kiss my nyash
Pinning tales on themselves
Every quarter I triple the wealth
I have dreams of red suns setting on red sand
I must be growing maturer
In this game of thieves and liars
I read ya cap
Like the head of Thomas Sankara
Bought my main a Chanel bag to Baggage the trauma
Young, broke and tasteless
Morning Sanskrit prayers
Coke left me faceless
I've come a long way from
Being a manic roulette player
Designer suit sent gift wrapped from a Belgian tailor hmmm
I think I'll wear my Dashiki instead
Graduation in three days
We ain't minor, we majored
Could have been the college dropout
Late registrated
Momma, healthy
Lil sis hair long like river Nile
If I could feel happiness, this the part
I'd crack a smile
I think I'm growing colder
More disconnected
More or less, I think business
And pleasure made me apathetic
I don't open carry my emotions
I conceal em permanent
Never regulated, ain't no checking me
So if you catch a stray
Fuck it. You deserved it
I thought 48 karats
Would hide the lack of purpose
I'm on a roof top listening to Xenia's Magic Trix
65 emails, 34 missed calls and 102 Unopened messages
I take the sunrise in and write another death note
You say I'm too emotionally one note
Why you never call
Why you disappear for months
Why you asking questions
Lemme disappear and roll my blunts
We grew up in a lonely castle
My roses all had thorns
My friends all had coffins
My mentors, dead and gone
I think life is a prison
I think my body a prison
Irony is
I'm only free behind these bars
Look man
I do this for my people
The prodigal son
The the artistic sequel
The shape of jazz to come
The war where no gun is drawn
The outline comes alive
The crime scene was not meant to survive
I am not a product of my environment
I'm the product in the environment
You fiend for conscious thought
I just supply it man
The lust sustained
The fortune framed
The picture unclear
What a time to be young black
And queer
So cavalier he got one hand round a gun
But his words ammunition so
He don't speak with fear
Apathy means
I am a poltergeist to parlay
Same old, same gold
Tell the divine it can rob me of my life
As long as my spirit enjoys the getaway
Ghetto lullabies
Eternal melancholy of the spot filled mind
The nightmares, eclipsed fury that Malice held in rhyme
The concierge asks me where home is
I tell him home is a coffin
Unfortunately, I live
We held bravado
Before apathy stole the hope
Bloody fist
The pavement punches your feet with Every step
My phone rings, incessant
I am spoiled beyond belief
Beyond reason
Grapes fall into my mouth
Blood dribbles down the cheek
Life is killing me
3 years from the time of this verse
I'll Probably be dead
More successful and Wealthy than I'd I've ever expect
I knew where I was headed when I Chose this path at fifteen
This is a tragedy
You just don't know it yet
See I'm in an industry where emotion is commodity
In utero you serve servants, no apologies
She says
Fuck me right here, right now
I need you
I tell her look
I can put you on my schedule
Come on, don't pout boo
You and I both know
I'm worth the wait
Spent a months rent on Taxi's just to get away
Told my main spin the globe
No photos. We'll get away
Self-expression is a game of Consequence
And I got nothing to lose
See
I got nothing but my mama's smile
And all these blues
So I
Hop in the homie whip no license or registration
Nearly crashed it, split old blood on my New kicks
Order a quartet just to Seranade me for a lil bit
Double back to the jeweller
Drop a stack for wrist
But Here's the plot twist
I'm more broken than I've ever been
I'm more broken than I've ever been
I'm more broken than I've ever been
I'm more broken than I've ever been
I'm more broken than I've ever been
I'm more broken than I've ever been
I'm more broken than I've ever
I'm more broken than I've ever
I'm more broken than I've ever been
Some people think I'm talking about a particular lover, or person in my life
But the truth is
You are every fistfight I ever got into
Your are the concrete that split my skull
And bled my thoughts onto these cruel Streets for the first time
You were my first kiss as we held hands In the cinema
The first ever rounding applause I got
The first of many
The first time on stage
I think I've been addicted to you ever since
I think I've loved you
Before I even knew what you were
You're mine
But I'll never forget
I am eternally yours
I'm yours
This voodoo music
For your entertainment
Blood moon
Christ's body
I'm the most disloyal changeling
A thousand words
I sacrificed, to make this painting
Heaven's work
For all the hell I've taken
No debating who's ill
I'd rather be the cure
Fentanyl flows
Scratch the needle
Inject what's pure
Baby I just need you to know
I just need you to know
I just need you to know
Where you're going
You'll never be alone
I just need you to know
Where you're going
Where he's going
Where she's going
Where they're going
Baby I just need you to know
Where you're going
You'll never be alone
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IIIA Galway, Ireland
I started making music when I was probably around 12, I used to record songs and I had an overlay feature on my phone. It'd let me express myself. Songs were terrible but I had fun, it was therapeutic. 10 years later it still is. I think the songs are better now though ... more
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