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Introdukcija
01:24
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Yo so let me bless the beat
let it play as I meditate over symphonies
I rap for a days and them days I done turned into weeks
and at a week I sustain infinite heat
and for me, that’’s shootin’ the shit
I dont just do it for kicks
I do it for snares, too organs, and synths
shoutout to all the instruments that play an instrument role
in make sense of every inch of my soul
lyrics and brains
lyricists claim that they bang
say they write the truth
and reflect from where they came
but no, they don’t do it to grow
they do it for the sake of doing what they think they know how do
but its all good
no shade thrown
like forreal, dope stay dope
but the whack’s fame grows
and it’s stupid to me, like
lemme write all of their eulogies
I don’t mind a couple of deaths to save the music scene
‘cause you see, where I am from, the culture is weak
soon to be something
currently nothing to see
except for a couple of empty pens with no ink
I’ve adopted a method of letting it go when I speak
I hold nothing back, ‘cause if tac gets enough that
rap won’t recover, from the cracks that’ll come with that
Laugh, ‘cause I am literally in a better place
higher state of mind, rhymes expressive like pantomimes
watch my lips move as I speak to you
urging death not to speak to you
let the music seep through you
coursing through your body
it’s a seed, and feeds through you
and it sees through you
and you’re weak, and the key is to seek truthful
emcees that can speak to you
Lead you on a path of self-discovery of your past
and I can hear you screaming to me
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It Is What It Is
01:57
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I don’t know
I don’t know man
lemme think about it
‘cause I ain’t got nothing planned
I ain’t playing ‘round
I really want a deal with devil
I’ll sign over any record you want from
just lemme get a taste
send me any tape
beat, instrumental, trap or drum and bass
I’ll rhyme anything
money with money
bitches on bitches
anything to get me out of this shit where I am living
my favorite rapper is Doom
Too old school
uhh, Snoop
Lion, never dogg
Lyin’? never dawg
Spine severed if
I am lyin’ cut it off
I am tryna get involved
revolver to my dome if
I am playin it soft
I’ll study Young Money
learn what they about
I’ll give you my soul
long as the money counts
this is movin’ too fast
lemme think about my fans
I don’t wanna lose the loyal ones that I already have
But my momma need a crib
my baby brother needs shoes
I wish my homie’s still around
I wonder what he’d choose
live a life of lavishness
or freedom of expression, shit
it is what it is, money is money, I’ll do it for my kids
fuck it, hand me the sheets, hand me the pen
hand me the snapback, the tight pants and the raggedy ass stats
and the pre-written raps, full of drugs and bitches I will never ever have
music for money, man I thought you’d never ask
god given talent
live spittin pellets on’em
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Legend
02:39
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Hook 1:
There’s one man, said to carry all the pain the world
With his pen, he uses it to turn them all into words
and I stand for whatever he’s worth
Verse 1:
He once was man
twice been a legend
ice in his hand
future so fluid, solidified in his hands
but when its time, he knows he’ll get to rhyme
his foes, will fear his words as he speaks
assertive, consume, then regurgitate heat
latter day scholars, all of them harbor the beast
within they can sense his aura
when he’s awes them with speech
He’s a god amongst gods, and they all honor his lead
fables have been told about him
pantheons have been gone
left amiss when left without him
only the bravest turn cowardly ever doubted
wolves howl at his presence
luminescent within his darkness
has developed his prowess
The elders t
Hook 2:
There’s one man, said to carry all the pain the world
With his pen, he uses it to turn them all into words
and I stand for whatever he’s worth
Verse 2:
He was a slave
I was slave
laying across my tomb
with only my death to await
Reap what I sow
my soul reaped with no hope
my hope
diminished under unfinished work
the elders gave me the torch
and I scorched it with dying flames
I carry it through the pain
amongst my generation, laymen to my brain
recognized as a peasant
but lessons taught to the fortunate
frequent within my message
I died within my Score
my lore was kept alive by followers of my tomes
honing my leaking pen, wielding it a sword
I cut through my competition
my only foe is my own
I wish they’d try and listen, but
like the legend that I became
my fault is in my credit
only later will they embellish
my stories are amongst ten
but only then will they respect it
when its all said and done
I falter while in my fame
and my story becomes a legend
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I am tired of eating and drinking and,
All these humans activities meant to label me as normal
I do no conceive myself as ordinary
I lack a meaning but I'm struggling to find it
It slips through my fingers like dripping rain
And there's a storm outside
And there's a storm inside
I do not belong to existence --I stumble into it
Stop trying to make me afraid
Stop wasting my limited time
I want to create something that lasts
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Exit Door
01:50
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I am not the poorest of the poor
or poverty stricken
but relevant to me, the thought of living life was inconsistent
lackadaisical, and meaningless
so, I took the liberty of cleaning up
but I found the scenic route
constant thoughts on the idea
that maybe I could stop and try
leaving out the exit door
but I refuse to have a fuse in my conscience
I am locked in a pit of limited oxygen
very little options, very little breathing room
heave on the mic and leave it combusting in fumes
accustomed to use ink as blood
when it depletes, I pique on drugs and
listen to my art for a muse
I learn a lot from music
how I use it
you misuse its ability to kill, and bring life in youssof
useless methods of intentional harm
punching walls, and ashing my skin with cigarette buds
hot metal on my wrist, as it burns, I feel commited sins
wash away as if I prayed and tried to repent
but in my mind I resist
any form help from any mortal attempt
And the more I regret, the closer the morgue seems to get
I am on the verge of asking for an insanity plea
to excuse my death as a message from humanity, please
understand I was under distress
under the mess
I come asunder as my conscious is split
but its a problem when I consciously spit
because my mind is too fucked for any of you bitches to comprehend
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