Deep Poems.(Feat Optic).

Aura

I Can't See.

Mem 'O Rise.

A1- AirForce , which is solid.
Foundation-  base or structure 

A Solid Base , meaning you can't "shake"/phase  me.
 

A1 Foundation

Mentxl Trxp (Prod. Ricko Beatz)

Written by : Yusuf Tarr 
Produced by: Kid-Mx
Mix and Mastered by : Sandi Vuyani Billie 

RA DI DALA DAWG ! 

NOSTRADAMUS. (Prod by. Kid-MX)

Genuinely speaking, I only heard the song recently and felt like sharing my 2 cents and venting cause I needed to.. I trust this touches and consoles those in need of it.
Happy National Men's Health Month,
my nigga.


Lyrics:

[Chorus: 25k & Rae. The. Poet]
I grew up with my nigga
How many times we hit licks in the slumps with the opps?
I won't kill you, I love you my nigga
All of the times we had nothin' I thought you would fold
But instead it's all love with you nigga
I told my mama I'm runnin' my race
She told me to focus, "I love you lil' nigga"
How many times I got bullets and pigeons to show you that I'm finna (die) 
Die for my niggas
Heo sa bolele ka zaka sang founela, I'll duck you my nigga
I'm on the block with the shooters and robbers
I told you, or onahana ka dlala my nigga?
It's blood with my niggas
24 zips in the projects my nigga
I'm havin' nightmares of enemies pullin' up on me
Don't try me I'll smoke you my nigga

[Verse: Rae. The. Poet] 
Ntwana I'm writin' this shit dedicated to you and my Uncle, no pills or no liquor
I just woke from a nap yeah I blacked out poi I been drinkin' since I lost you my nigga
Just when I thought it was over I got a missed call from magriza I gotta go see her
The tears in her got me feelin' perplexed so kae thekela Black'e and plot for a minute
Uncle Joba o nae batlela spaan'i hlemo
On his way to his interview died there hlemo
Car accident fund e nyane hlemo
Had a few kids and a wife too hlemo
The last time he visit I was so upset with him still I regret that shit hade malume 
I know you had demons to fight so ha ke'o phatele I plan to revive you hlemo
Kea tsepha la rapela for all the people you love ntwana life e bohloko
I lost my brother it bothers still and I do pop a pill to forget if I could
Trust me I cherish the moments we shared in the studio plottin' on leaving em shook
You was more like a family member, and look
I could claim that I'm over that shit but I would only if I could find all them niggas who took you from me
Shoot without askin' you would've homie
My circle as real as it should be
Loyalty over vanity and bullshit homie
Don't fuck with my guys if you know what it is good for you
I might lash out and just pull it homie
I'm peaceful as fuck but I'm crooked homie
I'd die for my niggas they would too for me

[Chorus: 25k & Rae. The. Poet]
I grew up with my nigga
How many times we hit licks in the slumps with the opps?
I won't kill you, I love you my nigga
All of the times we had nothin' I thought you would fold
But instead it's all love with you nigga
I told my mama I'm runnin' my race
She told me to focus, "I love you lil' nigga"
How many times I got bullets and pigeons to show you that I'm finna (die) 
Die for my niggas
...

(Outro: 25k & Rae. The. Poet)
I'm havin' nightmares of enemies pullin' up on me
Don't try me I'll smoke you my nigga


Credits: Mixed by @official_raethepoet_za and instrumental remade by @lutherbrax.

25k - "Hustler's Prayer" (W/Rae. The. Poet)

Secret Res-in-pes(w/SeaC Adkins).mp3

wilding back in my youth 
came up where they shooting if you smart from out of your tooth 
pissed cause I ain’t need no plays to get his lil bitch to choose 
it’s clear that one of us got purpose foo you know it ain’t you 

plus I’m smoking, too smooth 
came up bumpin breezy, usher taught my ass how to move 
these Becky’s buggin wilding out when I cut my shit into em 
that word of mouth is crazy I ain’t have to make any moves 
I know you feel the pressure now that my shit starting to boom 
that growth was always subtle but that shit ain’t never done moved 

that’s why I cherish everybody that be bumping my music
I know they do that shit cause all my bars be in tune 
and not cause that shit is cool 
my momma told me never stress that in school

I dove inside them books that I ain’t never seen up in the BX 
that place where all my fam was even though 
my momma need stress 
that I should never walk around the block from Sophie’s address 
cause lord a know the type a shit we’d of fuckin accessed
my pops would always be up in his room and always mad pressed 
my aunty sat me down about his past I had to digest
 
my family name ain’t never meant a thing outside a glass
6 deep mommy died shit was real sad 
Nico aint know what to do, didn’t want be a dad 

fast forward like 2 years
4 brothers in different states 
Lu left in  a pick and roll 
Poor Marta gods saving grace, 
she took things subliminal 
this shit is so criminal 
yo folks to the minimal 
it’s you that’s left critical 

I know my momma prolly hate me 
least she not pushing daisys 
know my pops and pride adjacent 
battling both they faces 
I know that none of us is  fit to lead the whole human race if 
we all out here tryna pick up pieces of ones that made us 

they named me after Bach I know that I would pop 
I had to get some paper before the album drop
I’m tryna lock you in this pen a camera
same bitches that was laughin out here tryna mob
same bitches that was laughing want know what it do 
I’m just getting loot 
 came up bumpin Lute 

“yeah that’s just how it goes 
and foo this shit get crazy 
tryna survive for my self and my lady bruh 
I remember days when they said I wouldn’t make it bruh” -Lute 

that’s just how it goes 
yeah foo this shit get crazy 
tryna provide for my self and my lady man 
I remember days I was tryna get this bacon man

I remember days when I was down to like 12 cents 
made me think about the times my dumb ass had 12 racks 
youngins getting money, we spent that shit right back 
that shitll make you hate them little belts round your ass crack 
remind me of the day that I was three short for my pad 
was lookin at my waste like boy you know you is down bad

white t on me Christian 
I gotta pray my granny out here with the lord now 
I know it’s bitches  dissen out here on they fourth child 
I know that bitch I had her out here on her fours wild 
I ain’t never need her please her cause I’m more dialed 

that’s right the kid dialed in
cause now the boys is some men 
and some of us is some angels 

never doubt the lords the decision only mourn the distance 
Jared, baby boy we miss you, you was too official 
Lucy, Ma you know I miss you, know my heart is official
Heem is free smile I seen on shadi shit ain’t artificial 
we gotta tote em pistols 

“yeah that’s just how it goes
and foo this shit get crazy 
tryna survive for myself and my lady bruh I remember days when they said I wouldn’t make it bruh” - Lute

that’s just how it goes
and foo this shit get crazy 
tryna provide for myself and my lady man
I remember days I was tryna get this bacon man
Written by killarty
Music Produced Originally by J Dilla in "Lute - That's how it goes" and "Slum Village- The Look of Love"

Mem 'O Rise.

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