Lyrics:

I'm tired of the rapping
From now on I'm attacking 
And blacking and passing these
Maggots like magic
Causing more static that 89 Jordan 
Soaring in 4s, now niggas eratic
Roaring at niggas would just leave me bored
I've said it before
Sure to be spastic
Since before I was born
I'm pouring down shots
And scoring with scorn, I really just practice 
On all of these dorks
Bullying not what I'm for
But some of you needed it more 
You niggas more useless than pleasing a whore
Meaning you're needed, it builds a rapport 
Of niggas who's hating and sore
Sick of my ill repertoire 
Walk out the door and explore to see gore on the floor like saudor from mordor
Get pushed from the edge of the border 
Dealing with beasts that was based in a horror that's sure to have your ass bodied and slaughtered
I might flip mode the flow like a quarter 
Or buss on a old nigga daughter
Regardless I turn into water
Take shape of the shit that I've garnered
Cannot have me cornored 
The boy not a snake but he venomous
Got black in his heart that be dark as some vemom is
Really no synonym sticking with the sentiment 
That you lame niggas pencil in
I’m focused and penciled in
Y'all copying, stenciled in
Y'all papers got crinkle in
And my style never wrinkling
My style never wrinkling 
On my body the iron
My bitches like sirens 
I ally the feminist 
Oops I womenist
I still make mistakes
But I promise I'm learning swift
I don't want a Taylor Swift
I'm honestly tailored fit
For women with navy skin
So black that she blue

HDP Freestyle (Jpegmafia~Hazard Duty Pay)

WHOLESOME DAVID RUFFIN

MAN DAMN (Miles Rant)

LIDS/FLOOR PLANS

PERNELL

MINUTE BEFORE LAST CALL (Outro)

I be in grass gazing at the sun
Consolidate all the shit I run from
To figure out who I am in completion
Knowledge and growth do you see me reaching 
I don’t got time, time has gotten me
Til I look at the sun, see the God in me
Possibly part of me needs guidance
Pardon my pride, but I been slighted 
Cover your ears for I been silenced 
If you know me, I can’t keep quiet
Rage in the nation, we need riots
Rage in the nation, keep seeing violence 
Rage in the nation, that’s where my mind is
Acceleration of pain and impatience 
Being placed in the station That we lay in
Going to sleep, thoughts of degradation 

Going to sleep when that sunshine is blazing
Darken my skin, out in public, they gazing
Crackas be hating, them honkies fugazi
Don’t give a fuck about validation 

I’m just tryna be great and die gracious
Approaching these raps like I’m in Tigga’s basement
Approaching these raps, I be practicing daily
Approaching these raps, aint no cap in my statements

I keep it real as the realest can be
I keep it real, ain’t no realer than me
Stand in a crowd and the real one is me
Look in the mirror, the real one is me
Next to some clones, how the real one is me
In every equation, the real one is me
Count all the numbers, the real one is me
Look at the moon and the real one is me

GRASS

Many Days II

I had a vision traded riches for a village 
Avoid the pain that would make me question living
In reality where I sit stuck, livid
I aim to sleep for the dreams so vivid
Wake up, jot a plan on how to get it
Work on self and try to think less rigid
Take shots, focus less on the misses
In the future, I’m providing for my misses
In the present, stuck up reminiscing 
3 O’clock insomnia got me lifted
1 Bang™️to the head’ll get me lifted
Little later, Ima need 5 Celsius™️
Slight above ice cold,  in a heavy cup
Doc said I need to chill, I’m ahead of her
The problem is that I sleep with my belly up
I lack bread but niggas getting jellier
When I was broke, folks was cut when they held me up
Weight on my shoulder only seem to get heavier
I make max, flex that for attention
Folks swipe tryna pay me a visit
But I grimace at the image they envision 
Avoid the pain that would make me question living
I had a vision traded riches for a village
Avoid the pain that would make me question living


Folks hear me but they don’t really listen
I once sat on the west with the Smith and 
Blessings came and went, never had a witness
It was only me and these tender feelings
Lot on my mind chain-linked, keys missing
Lot on my heart chain-linked, keys missing
Lot on my heart stained, bleeding, keep breathing
 

Lot on my heart stained, bleeding, keep breathing
Lot on my heart chain-linked, keys missing
Lot on my mind chain-linked, keys missing
It was only me and these tender feelings
Blessings came and went, never had a witness 
I once sat on the west with the Smith and
Folks hear me but they don’t really listen

I had a vision I traded riches for a village
Avoid the pain that would make me question living
I had a vision I traded riches for a village
Avoid the pain that would make me question living
While I grimace at the image they envision

I lack bread but niggas getting jellier
The problem is that I sleep with my belly up
God said I need to chill, I’m ahead of her
Heart above ice cold,  in a heavy cup
Little later, Ima drink 5 Celsius™️
In the present, I’m stuck up reminiscing
In the future, I’m providing for my misses
Take shots, focus less on the misses
Work on self and try to think less rigid
Wake up, jot a plan on how to get it
I aim to sleep for the dreams so vivid
In reality where I’m stuck, livid
Avoid the pain that would make me question living
I had a vision traded riches for a village

Vision

Sick of feeling exhausted 
Walking and feeling caustic
It’s often that I’m offset 
An offset of broken logic
Costing my mental profit
Broken and fucking off it
Looking for time to audit
These thoughts for another project

Writing the pain away
Not often I paint these days
Barely feeling awake
A wake is my mental state
Awake but wasting away
Feeling wasted today
The major place that I stay
Like a safehouse, I sleep to save

Booted back to slave
Dialing another day
Dollar tree is the wage
That I make, I barely play
I can’t cause it’s unsafe
Everything is on sale
I laugh at the mundane 
Cause everything is unwell

Well

I’m in this bitch dragging weight like a tailgate 
Weight on my sails got me flooding in my sorrows
Hollowed and hit with a cannon full of problems 
A titan nicks a sinking ship

I’m in this bitch dragging weight like a tailgate 
Weight on my sails got me flooding in my sorrows
Hollowed and hit with a cannon full of problems 
A titan nicks a sinking ship

I’m in this bitch dragging weight like a tailgate 
Weight on my sails got me flooding in my sorrows
These days I don’t know if I wanna be


Gained some pain
From pain and stain
I’ve gained from age worth
Of staying in lanes I
Wasn’t supposed to
Needed to speed
When shit seemed slow
But wanted to stop
When the light was green
Shit seemed fast
When I tried to lead
The race as first
Still carried fear of 3
Was fine at 2 
Felt like a team
1 and me
At the top
At least I still won it seems

But nope
Never good enough 
Shouldn’t’ve 
Saw the good in him
Good in her
Could’ve won
But in mind
Felt like I couldn’t’ve
Matter of fact
I wouldn’t’ve

I had felt shame 
From the gain that I got
When I felt unworthy
All the gifts that I’ve tooken up
I had wished it was put in a
Basket, properly shooken up
Pass it over to somebody else
So they can have it, look at em

Stuck, thoughts of luck
Joy and favor
From a God above
I try to shove
These thoughts among 
The dark and glum
Change my rights from wrongs

Ho’s and hums
Confused
Don’t know where to go
Dig a hole
To hide from tropes
And hopes from low behold
The cold unknown 
No relation
No relating
No message to relay
No way

I’m in this bitch dragging weight like a tailgate 
Weight on my sails got me flooding in my sorrows
Hollowed and hit with a cannon full of problems 
A titan nicks a sinking ship

I’m in this bitch dragging weight like a tailgate 
Weight on my sails got me flooding in my sorrows
These days I don’t know if I wanna be

I’m in this bitch dragging weight like a tailgate 
Weight on my sails 
Got me flooding in my sorrows
Hit and hollowed

Edward Smith 1912

FUCK 12
ACAB
BLM 
FUCK DONALD TRUMP 
AYE AYE AYE
EL TERRIBO E.LEMN/20/2020

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