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1st verse (Snowflake Black):
It’s like the slaves of a million people are in our hands.
Chains are braided within our skin cause we're stealing brands.
Labels resurrected in urban places just to stand.
Upon the shoulders of man - Atlas without a plan.
Tasteless yet deep with ink - written in struggles.
Hustling, labor favors resented pictures of contraband.
Contrary to popular tales of Wonderland
I ain't seen the chalice or Alice, the Holy Grail's a sham.
Is it the fault of ourselves, like in a gerbil wheel?
Verbiage and verses make it spin and still we’re standing still.
And will it kill us -- the blacks, the whites, Koreans, Latinos,
Whoever can rep the best where the hood runs through?
The contradiction of n!@a and yeah I use it to.
To my demise - a miser who never changes his views.
Proven that volumes of the truth are catalogued as fiction.
Caused when they say the "fact will give it back to those who listen.
Wishing my relevance bettered the better men to be the better man
Who never step on Weather-Men who praise the Grand.
Talking away our obligations just for satiation.
Placing complacency above what was the height and aim
In Our sole reservations- --stuffed ‘em and had ‘em twisted
Fist ‘em and fuck ‘em - ditched ‘em. Never sever the quill.
Shit - it's my business.
Never lay in waste to make them shiftless positions.
Keeping it crucial, sifting heavy, losing trust.
i need to get it down how to stay up.
2nd verse (Rebel Sun):
Native son
yeah, Richard was right
Get ya’ face left tight
Place From where pockets tight with the paper ain't safe right ?
Premeditated changes the status of a case
The onion could mean the ready base
Or the the curve of her ass shape
Straight lace like fish-scale after razorblades.
With the majority hoping God will save from fairy tales in a dead man’s grave
And it’s Orson Welles - citizen Kane
Fiends Philistines at the gate
With Popes still burnin’ witches at the stake
and that’s Sixtus when its Moscow time the arms Invictus
Beyond the limits of Lucius trust
Mad political they Polly for the interest
And still my eyes remain against
sunrise and Mediterranean sunset
Bridge:
Holding Me Down…
Holding Me Down…
3rd Verse:
And then it's sunrise
And the light kisses ya face
You know how it makes
You Dig under the covers and grab the pillow case
And point and pace, won't wait
And last night date ain't left smell of sex and after taste
Aches for an afterlife like fiends find escape after pipe
Sky high in mid air Prepared for the fall
At civilization’s dawn
No hocus pocus and magic wands
Just “NATO” squadrons
they Dazzle skylines
with drones And napalm son.
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2. |
Resist Your Fate
03:37
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How could I've known If the roads I took Would make me strong Or throw my life for you Nothing ever matters Let it be your truth
We never know If looking in our souls Would right the wrong Cause nothing ever do Let me be your secrets Let me do the things You wouldn't do
Hold your head up high Look out for the sky Cause you can not resist your fate Leave with no regrets Never hold it back No you could not resist it yet Cause you can not resist your fate
All that you know And all that you forget The days have gone And you're not ready yet Let it be your guidance Let it be your light
I would have thought That you will see by now I could be wrong but then I've gone too far Nothing's ever certain No one's really strong
Rebel sun:
Ye, I stress for win and gain Trying to get away from this city's veins Living in vain, the mirrors against the window panes.
Trying to give it my life, but still the struggle's the same (damn) Wax away like the moon Like every mummy tries to escape the tomb When the pyramids the house of fire ring doom And it's back to the organics patterns that's in loom But still i hope my head up high to divide pies Cause i tell the truth when i be speaking these lies And eyes have been seen, it's the beauty to behold As we struggle for opportunity to reach the goal But i will...
Hold your head up high Look out for the sky Cause you can not resist your fate Leave with no regrets Never hold it back No you could not resist it yet
Ye! It's like a leap of death No matter what's left Every single breath The steps in which we move The thoughts got me confused But still i can't allude Something that must conclude And as to everyday, the poetry in which i feel It's like a thug on a burner when he clutch the steel Hold it back and let the chamber wheel But everything's for real And if it only be God's will
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3. |
What The Hell
03:08
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Chorus:
What the hell did I do last night?
I don’t know where I am and don’t feel right
The lights are out and the coast is clear
Oh man, I gotta get outta here.
1st verse:
NAHHHH!
I don't Miss no mistress, I Stress 'bout none,
Whether Sweet with big bangers.
Calicos and dum dums and Mossbergs, those large words.
Her larynx was Licking vocab.
Now, she's a pirate and I’m a nomad
Now I’m not mad, just pissed and all aggi
Since I best see shore,
Shells get tossed like dime baggies
For Heart breaks in tragedy, and it’s:
Good Morning bitch!
Bad breath, eyes all baggie, clammed out, still crabby.
Tricks turned naggie and ruin the chemistry.
Oh, well, yeah!
Punani turned to enemy
And that was After she was so cock friendly
From feather bed to north ave we shoot
And shooters pull semi’s for lust and injury.
Tell me!
Chorus:
What the hell did I do last night?
I don’t know where I am and don’t feel right
The lights are out and the coast is clear
Oh man, I gotta get outta here.
2nd verse:
And now its home coming,
She fucking up my fall
Just like its last semester
So are we children of a lesser God?
Lectures with Lex Luther Vandross
And it’s P&Q's, so cutie your Hands off
In her Crack movements, G’ing her pack,
Moving' on Hand off so ease those dirty paws
My metal tapes be high bias, since I’m an easy Ryder
That zig zag and pull it back after the line like typewriters
Those typewriters In the Guild
I threw on my white on white Nike Cortez
Paul Rodriguez, fitted cap over the dreads,
Now I'm stepping off the bed’s edge - thinking.
Lucille Crewrestless mind exhausted body
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Bounce
02:47
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1st Verse:
I was a good boy, Cause i cover my dirt
Star, ever a boss
Cause I be serving dat work
Only ambrosia be the smell of my purp
Idi - a Raunchy cat
He a hell of a jerk
Weakness for short shirts
Vag squirts till My ball sack hurts
Lap dance With a naughty twerk
she was tweaking on lean
While I hustled green for the green
singing biggie: "it was all a dream"
Caught in a sceam For more - Grinding this whore
Steamed off an ounce
then the cops knocked at the door
Sure for the count
Beast Rushing on my score
Heard 50 shout
And it was time to be out
so i bounce
2nd Verse:
I'm a grown man
But whispers never stop
They always name drop
when I billboard hot
No shame in the limelight
on Top, primrose
So I take my pose, Pause, freeze on the spot
Got game On the heavy bass
They call it fame when you regulate
So if u lame bitch Get it straight
And if u fake hate Snakes ain't mates For the cake
yeah its heart ache that never brakes the doubt
From a gram to an ounce
Bankroll
that's the money that i count
And when I'm out
I bounce (MotherFucker)
3rd Verse:
So it's east west
North south
From the mansion
To the trap house
Back entrance
Through the front route
Scouts honor
Most devout
Fuck ya bitch pout
Since they hate like a
ex spouse
Strict on that dumbout
Going all out
Lil stout said air them out
Heat most paramount
The fiends scream in the street bout drought
When ballers
Bargain with clout
King of the hill
With the throne on the mount
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