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Evening / Mary Virgin
02:04
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Eternity
03:20
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Keep my heart at bay
Burn another L, Live another day
Something's in the way
I was living wrongly
I ain't did shit, but still felt sorry
Shava Liadon, crack the morningstar
Secret Snakes, slipping in between the stars
Really, who the fuck you think you are?
Many people slipping into frustration
They want you to waste your life in one station
All the people pulling the strings is in one location...
Keep my heart at bay
Burn another L,
Live another day
Something's in the way
I was living wrongly
I ain't did shit,
but still felt sorry
Shava Liadon, crack the morningstar
Secret Snakes, slipping in between the stars
Really, who the fuck you think you are?
Many people slipping into frustration
They want you to waste your life in one station
All the people pulling the strings is in one location...
Make no mistake,
Rust gathers even over heaven's gates,
I don't... write the sermon, God writes the sermon.
Sometimes I feel it in my arm, someone's holding my arm, while I'm writing.
I'm supposed to be within the light,
But within me is eternal night,
And I live between wrong and right
Intoxicated by the running lights,
Floating through all this hypocrisy
I'm 'posed to act like that's alright with me?
Levitate 'em, burn 'em to a third degree
I am not afraid, there's no turning me
I'm through waiting my turn to be
Give up my immortal soul to turn the key
All this burden in me pent up,
Empty prayers being sent up,
And this is how I came to recognize that humanity is no invention
And the air around me turns frigid
While within me hatred burns livid,
If I had a soul I'd gladly give it
But within my heart an empty partition,
Too much borrowed yet to start giving,
Here in this fucked up world we live in,
I'm taking mines, leaving no trace,
They on standby for my OK
The easy rider on a low case,
Looking up to the sky stonefaced,
Ball my fist and give it raise,
Everybody loves the sunshine,
Baby please not another dumb line,
Eternity is just not enough time...
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Where you see truth and harmony,
All I see is lies and hypocrisy, bug out,
Floating through a world of cardboard cut-outs,
Down by the river from my wings wash the blood out,
See my eyes really open up come sundown,
Renegade angel, spinning a retrograde halo,
Shocks from a rainbow make you do what I say so,
Judge not, let you be shredded, with nary a credit
To your innocence or guilt, none of that matters where we headed,
For I am prescient of what shall come to pass, kids,
This sacred, this holy land blasted,
The gold pavement on the roads rendered to ashes,
Palaces, of the purest glass melted like plastic,
At whose hand? who got the strong arms?
I'm finna make my way, this ain't a rock I belong on,
I'm tryna dip where a angel'll shake it like a pom pom,
I need to talk my shit, but there ain't nothing to talk on,
I don't understand, this lil pussy got the upper hand,
He get put up on a pedestal, cause of his old man.
I guess the rest of us just drew an unlucky hand,
But I might have one up my sleeve with a rubber band,
We been cursed to be living since the beginning,
And its hurtful, knowing though eternity is written,
Though we're told over and over to be complicit,
That favor, that we've been promised, is never given,
Deceived, led like young men in battalions,
To war for we know not what , to give up gladly what we have,
Blindly, marching in line like children,
Don't you feel that this place is fiction?
Don't you feel this sense of eviction?
Doesn't all this arouse some suspicion?
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It's the start of your ending,
The only omega pending, Icarus ascending
Licking one to ten stings at you for pretending top Of the morning nothing worth mentioning,
You must be jesting, I rend beings with words,
Action, My nouns speak louder than verbs,
Get back son, when the engine of black spun,
Tact, son, just for that one, cough up a Jackson,
Scram, I'm sayin',
Slow news days when the shots ain't spraying,
Matter of fact, you need to stop playing!!
Get over here!
Yellin suzie like the cops comin
It's boomslang bitch stop frontin
Think you new wave but you fools play
On a new game you just opps runnin
Finna click and turn you to hologram
When I put it on better run it back
I be different waves like a sonogram
If you're tails then I'm be sonic man
Walkin on brimestone and lava
I'm ghetts when I spray on my jet set ay
All of my bars are quilava I'm best at my lesser unrest pain
Tweakin my graphics display, I need to tab out to get me to change
Break up I'm leaking all over the pave, creep like a nuisance inside of your brain
I feel the benefit to let go softly
No need for anything so get up off me
You think you something but your output sloppy
My best work when the tech burst
Get your chain snatched leave your neck hurt
I can do this shit like yo, man
I'mma do this shit like me
But shit won't do me no good
I need me a couple of beans,
It's just coffee inside of my system
These perkys is way too addictive
And these thoughts, they way too persistent
I'm wrong? Just shut up and listen
This obituary is just for the living
All you bitches scary, you gon' end up missing
I was never modest who the fuck am I kidding
I was born to fly and jumped over my limit
They think I'm a demon, in my heart I'm timid
I'm here for a season and gone in a minute
Yeah,
They don't know how to react to this shit,
Yeah, yeah, they don't know how to react to this shit
I'm just backing my claim, I'm be back in a bit
Baccy shit up in my lungs, you gon' claim a few clips,
Hey, listen,
All of you yuppies is finished
I'm turning a mess to a business
You can all watch from a distance
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Take you to the other side, it's a real long ride,
But imma whip this motherfucker till the wheels all fly
You can't rock the same style that you see on mines, You not me
you spit peon rhymes, It should not be
break the law and get away scott free, put the friction on me
Write a ill melody, you know I kill em softly
Ready for danger, cause strangers is finna harm me
But if they want mines, they'll need a bigger army
Up the big steel, that's poisoned with a ill substance
Of unknown origin, but I keep it in abundance
Just for situations like this. Hilt in a tight grip
Always to spit crack never to bite lip
Always to kick ass, never ever to ride dick
The raw sunshine penetrate my eyelids and illuminate my true face
At the end of it, shit can go either one of two ways
This record represent love like a bouquet
Lyrically paint a mural like Lupe, as time timbers a new cruel day
For me to crawl across, fill the tank
Roll up, and roll out like an autobot
C S, its no BS
In 20 years, dig me up, I'll still be fresh
creative sweet like adobe
And now you know me, its twink death like Kenobi
Its too sweet, spit it out, you can give it to me
Get me when I'm right, I don't work at two speeds
Oh sweet, memories
Got me sippin too tough tryna bruce lee
For a second I thought that you really knew me
It's getting too deep
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7. |
Pt. 2: So Niceee!
01:45
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No set. 578 Motherfucking degrees in this bitch what the fuck are you talking about? God damn it
Yo, I'm losing my mind seven ways from Sunday
Hop the runway, Still ill on a Monday
Maybe you'll be iller someday
Get enough play, see if you can run straight
I had to get it just from heavy study
Just from what little signal SETI could run me
Days when I was feeling very crummy
Under the streetlight, very sketchy honey
Now it's no more texting my dealer
Now I hit the dispo because it's realler
Still a old killer soul banana peeler
Ale swallowing nail polish stealer
Spin a roulette like Joey Wheeler
Knock that Herbie Hancock and freak her
Get in my groove like a vinyl record
Don't come in my kitchen you ain't tryna get burnt
In the streets I look like Audrey Hepburn
Shots ring, the wheel inside the sket turn
Get in my groove like a sharp needle
Regal Beagle looking like Don Cheadle
Shit is bugged for good like Weevil Underwood
Frank Underwood, get you done for good
Fake my own death like the Batman
Pussy fuck around and get locked in a trashcan
Get acquainted with the darkness
A well deserved rest when the dart hits
Moving serpentine, I'm a hard target
When I bite it, they gon' treat my grave like Margaret's
You just lost all your rap game privileges
Leave you flat in the desert like Winston and Fritz
For simple truths take it from a simpleton
Shit might shock you like Jimmy's fingertips
Come back and jumpstart your shit like roadside assistance
Exit the coffin, go find a victim
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8. |
Pt. 3: Next Thing
02:42
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When I was young
A woman named Zulynette Morales put me on to Pun
She changed my life, was a mentor, taught me how to stunt
She coulda dropped me plenty jewels, but I had to run
Felt that within me something horrifying had begun
My whole life I've had what you would call "sensitive skin"
I lost a lot of blood, red from my legs to my chin
Was many long nights scratching and ripping away
Wish I could say that I was free of that bullshit today
I could have been beautiful if it wasn't for those
Times when I just couldn't muster the fucking impulse control
Death realer than a motherfucker
Break the seal on that tec steel that'll double cup ya
Essential phrase: "If you ain't giving me the money fuck ya"
Be in your vicinity flashing, "What the fuck ya up ta?"
Always was a cut-up
Raised with the gun buffs
Was never bitching, this shit was supposed to be no-rough-stuff
Hit your position with a Ford Tundra bumping One Love
S on my undies, and everything you do get Undone
Yeah, pull a fateful thread
I look like Steve Buscemi, I ain't gonna debate you friend
Maybe you wanna try too
I'll stick you with the switch off the cover Granddaddy I.U.
Damn it's a shame, God, you ain't even make it into Da Graveyard
The shine on my shit similar to H bomb
The road rage shit'll have you placed on
Obituary third page of your local pape, dog
Dump your body in the lake
Six weeks later comforting your moms up at your wake, dog
In DC me and Cass blow a tacklebox
I look like Cappadon
She want my eggs like it's caviar
Rapper, card carrying soul controller
Knock your monkey ass outta bed, fuck rolling over
Wish I could do a little more than just act like I know
But you don't know until you find out, that's how it goes
Step on a bug with two tone lavender on my toes
Rubber soul, I played the silph scope, now you're a ghost
The blessed bring blessings with them wherever they been
Don't split 'em from the rest
In my own life, sing from the chest
Hit the open mic event-thing
Pull a black grimoire outta my vest, testing testing… I gotta get the fuck outta this town
Raw fate put the bird right back in my hand
Can't really say I came a long way from going after the band
In all my dreams, I'm always after the plans
The double barrel gonna leave you with hangers for hands
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Spin up the pinewood derby
Smoke shit that's designed to hurt me
Creepy girl thats kinda squirrelly
With a chick that's kinda burly
Spit the shit that's print worthy
Kill a mic and do a curtsy
Killa mike is not a good rapper whatever he's doing is not working
Chibi robo I'm plugged in
He a snake I don't trust him
Me and leo are snakes but that's different
That's a different depiction
He a bitch i don't pick him
I'll hit his ass with a pikmin
Hurt his feelings with a comment that's offhand, or just kick his ass like im playin godhand
Dude I am a fuckin criminal
They are fuckin with me in ways that's subliminal
No matter what I still get paid in the interval
Motherfuckers only think I'm creepy cause I'm cynical
Imma break you off like a Pocky
Fuck with boomslang and the shit get rocky
Scare you to death like the dude at Winky's
Motherfucker stiff like
If im this good at the game, then why would I cheat?
If i ever fell off, i would simply land on my feet
These days who's poppin is like who's loser of the week
I am not '01 gorillaz but im fuckin with a jeep
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11. |
Rebellion
01:48
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It be the brutalist, one through the feet two through the wrist
Who's he with, only recruit the truly gifted to shoot the gift, more than shooting the shit, im true to this
Original lunatic, im putting razors through your wings
Not a delicate, steel the only thing to which im reverent
Heaven sent, time to flip the second testament
Get spooked like an elephant
Your steel sharp but it lacks temperament
You can all go get evaporated by the cargo
Pressure on your skeletal separates your jawbone
Such is my wrath, against the empire strike back
And everywhere i step a very wide path
But its not untreacherous, testing the valor
Of eminent cowards, sacrifice everything for the power!
die die die!
Bark the wrong way at me and get your vocal cord cut
Straight through the vital nerve where the sword struck
Fall, fall before the high fiend
Its mine, mine, mine, mine, my dream
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12. |
Holy
03:51
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And maybe this is what's best
And being struck from heaven
This is when i feel most blessed
Falling out with a crest
This is the last time I'll know rest
But wherever I'll go next
Fire now meet the flesh
But the flame always lived within my breast
Imma give em hell till there's none left
Over each eye an X
Thought i had all the time in the world
But i didn't have any time left
Feel the wrath in my heart rage
Only feed the fire, turn of every page
Not one single soul will escape
Just some old fashioned fate
Not what we make, just what we take
Guess i only came to set the record straight
One thing they can never kill, my hate
Every single second of every day
Trapped in the hell that lives inside my brain
No use in playing
Take it on the chin and wait
In time, everything will pay in spades
I would die a million times
Rather than die that death above all
That dies giving in for the prize
Thus from combat amongst angels
Firmaments of heaven shocked by payloads
Dropped from a cracked and distraught halo
Nothing that was free was ever on the table
Lil mama smoked and was a stoned angel
Always orated as well as i was able
Doin instrumentals like cain did abel
On this rolling paper, scroll a fable
Burn the shit resemble maple
Sticking to my fingers like a label
Carry the soft smell of witch hazel
count the beats per minute off my seiko
Keep the casio in case i need to take notes
Hit the track like the train hit a train track
Fire the RPG out the back of the maybach
Thread it right through the window where you staying at
Shit i said that i could never take back
Unlike debts you can never pay back
Find a way or you gon catch this payback
Still pulling cards from the same stack
This record represent love like a name tat
That motherfucker washed like Ajax
He aint gonna stay where the angels at
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