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crushed [raw]
01:36
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I aint here to play the game of same and opposites/
the in between is more worthy of acknowledgment/
but if you need to know my status cause its ominous/
the hammer swinging to the left like the politics,
hardly an apologist/ Rose water on my altar talking
shit with apparitions bearing armaments/
my fighting spirit like the swing on Jackie Robinson
my peoples nomenclature aint for plebeians or parlor tricks/
we get to snatching up the spoils whats been promised is
the tension escalating til you snapping like a Pocky stick/
been a menace since the Medici was opulent,
my mantras modeled after ancient pharoahs made to contradict/
counter point the pressure outside self/
Couldnt break the codices counting on outside wealth/
cant propagate me in a cesspool, my swag got health/
all black not goth widdit, we lack all stealth/
Ayo
Unfettered flows fly free like pheremones
loosed from the sweat on his brow after kiling shows,
hush, my achilles dont touch your affiliates,
soul glow Helios
so no feelings get crushed X2
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roll away [raw]
01:46
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Wear my work like a face mask,
Productivity like a name tag,
Greater value where I play crass,
They don't want the noxious Nak,
Name the process after failure manifest,
That's martyr block,
Just got my pen back and raced apprehension
for the parking spot,
Posted tickets to my dream shows on the windshield,
we gon get there, alternating flexed hangs over gym gear
for the warm up, let the world watch you stack gems,
in a pearl box on the end table next to the hemp wick,
the burn is a delicate dance, gotta be am-bi-dex-ter-ous,
the talk and the hands match, curled up like ash on the incense/
Imma be whole when I let the fragments go,
nostalgic vignettes ain't as magical anymo'/
the flow state seems more practical now/
pain is a momentary thing, don't walk wit ya head down,
second-guessing/ ya heart got a valiant sound, word to my next trick,
4th dimensional stretching towards more time with my blessings/
Bet, my figure less rigid when I open the valves,
cellular half-life, you ain't seen me in a minute
I'm a whole different noun/
Augur of these deep facades and sunken cheeks of nightmares,
under-eyes got underlines, no longer bearing envy/
Old standards undermined/
solo domino mask and no capes,
throw those topical jabs to those fakes,
and foster some room that could seat the squad,
you'll be okay/
Exfoliate the greasy palms and roll away with
sumn' that would make em pop the motorcade,
none of these lines is throwaway,
you gotta know the plane on which they operate,
let the joke decay and start to concentrate,
catch the loneliness you spoke,
"what am I supposed to say"?
It takes a crew to run a boat,
Don't cap for a captains spot and
not know how to make em move
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automated [raw]
02:00
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Always on automated, function over form,
thats good design, that don't mean ya soul is
where you man the forge, miss me with the mass produced,
the mask is loose, black squares in load bearing walls,
Malevich made you look,
Free up space, blame the algorithm,
It need to see yo face, auto fill til it spill my cup,
match the media to the name, sound like SEO money medicine,
campaign against the Medici, I harken to Ezio,
what's done in the shadows get tethered to destiny/
Caught what you thought was feasible ,
threw it back boosted
with blues and blacks tattooed on suitors backs,
where we stand you cant imagine,
Performing magic minus premeditated backlash,
let it exist as it is, take a breath and attack less,
That's a leap, I keep it quantum though,
Moving through the crunch to leave a physical
they want just like abdominals, roll up then Geronimo,
split the difference like a wishbone
depending on how it go,
whose will is more brittle here, Hollywood hills appear
vacant and villagers still appear begging,
pander the engineers banging
performative gangsters and billionaires,
I'll just build it here humbly so
instead of running these ropes
wondering when can he go,
detesting these ebony roles
when we center these folks,
fuck being a selling point
if you selling me bones,
you don't like what I said,
let it be smoke,
I build with my niggas,
I could tell ya energy broke,
and you calling me bro too much
without letting me know, why you
occupying space without contributing
anything dope/ I couldnt leave it unspoke,
this pressure is low, y'all catching old heaters
from when it was jokes/
Big shit, talker
Black moon, walker
Back room, plotter
That's yo, problem
Asking, questions
Bout my, honor
But you, never
Topped my offer X2
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