Came back to this after a year and still fire

came back after another year and still fire asf

Myyy driller keep like that bro u r Big G and this is a amazing song!

Amazing again, Consey. I'm glad to see you back on the microphone. Talk to you soon bro :D

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Jay Jay - Save The Underground (Harriet Tubman)

Jay Jay - I’d Rather Be Sober

925 (ft. arc)

the world is yours (ft. consey)

Jay Jay - High I’d Rather Be

Jay Jay - Drunk, I’d Rather Be Drunk

Im_AL1VE

PART I:
Pray with us
To the Gods they said'll always watch and wait with us. 
Weight on my shoulders from these wings, they're made of angel dust
I pose as human, what i'm bringing to the tables not always as sustainable, as your protection was
You protect us from seeing any end to the, divinity that shades the earth, the sun's not blazing us
But wouldn't act as a suppressor for the tainted guns
My brothers heard from out the yard, eatin' their favorite lunch
And now you got em fucking scarred, can't runaway if numb
While you wanted praise for upraising us, treat us like your sons, look what your sun made, it put rays in us The human race containing us? I'll call your bluff, they're racing us They're building up parades to help erase the hell they raised on us Not all us left in wings like Reyes, dirty as the plaintiff was  The picture that you paint for us, can differ from the picture that you paint of us, the canvas started empty but you emptying your fakest love can keep 'em entertained, that's in exchange for no complaints from us Will he treat you as his equal at the skies we touched together once
Harvest with us
Harvest's greater by the heavens, you'll be blessed with us
While waiting for the rain to grow your seeds, you'll mistake it for identical rays to pull your sleeves, raised by wolves that sleep in the wool of their favorite sheep. 
You made us harvest till its carved in our genes, a departed routine, the waters don't calm me knowing you watch underneath. 
Watch as i sleep, and make us think that we ungrateful for the stars we can't see
Harvest away, it's done soon, but it keeps on growing
Maybe upkeeps your motive, but is it done soon?
Some pray their days get shorter, so there's less work in the morning, my fourty acres and my mule tried to run too

Still reaching for the sky, lord
Reaching for the sky

PART II:
Fast forward 2009, we in a different state of mind, 50 thousand dollars later, in debt till the day i die,
We're done moving states, found a home that's safe, maybe section 8. but it's fine
Working day to day, family stray away, they did anything to provide
I was baby-faced, barely bathed, and i swear i saw angels around that time
But my innocence start to fade away, i was nine or eight at the time, of that march in 2014, my family done got a gift from God
My mother's up in that hospital giving birth to another child
Traveled 2 hours on bus, public transport brought us around the whole city before eventually reaching where we got out
Head small as a tennis ball, that's my soldier, barely cryin'
I don't tell him this everyday, but he got me talking to God more often, showing my gratitude, everything done worked out, mama
Everything done worked out
We had no vision of how this'll all play out, mama
Your son is safe you just gotta wait for his smile mama
Don't you cry, don't you cry, mama
Dry your eyes, look alive, mama
Look at the sky, we can fly mama
Your son is reaching for the sky, mama

Fruition

Produced by Kulture.
Mixed by Drew Saunders

[HOOK]
And they don't want me summarized inside a plot where samurais are out, 
I see the summer dried up hundred lives, i thought it was a drought
I'm seeing someone lie on someone else's life for someone's clout, 
Until the sun'll rise, it's homicide the times we steppin' out
My dog'll sniff you out like powder, would've have thought he got a snout
And God don't pick the ugly flowers, who'd have thought he let you sprout
I've done spent ten thousand hours tryna get my mom a house
And he was quick to no avail, you would've thought he know the routes

[BRIDGE]

[Verse 1]
God I wonder if i really crash will you do something, i see snakes in the ladder watching down like Medusa
Fakes scattered all round us in a pack full of grown-ups
This life's all i know, dealer's catching J's to they chest, or doing time, you're like donuts
Of the heart, Christ's soul in Joan of Arc, 
Last donut of the night, i'll pick your bone apart
Like Nap-poleon, lightbulbs above your skull, compulsive art
Nat Turner, tightrope, around the flowers that done grown up in the dark
Blue point angel in my viewpoint, rolling joints to voice his dread
He said he tired of flying from the open mind he represents, 
Viewpoints clouded by the powdered lies the founders had commenced,
In every petal of each flower that done showered many beds, of men in power, lies the paralyzed devoured in that set
I feel my soul in every open wound i salted, my regrets could pour up fountains, just a coward in distress who dressed unstressed by what's around him,
Loved by many crowds, but love could pose a threat to those that's drowning

[Verse 2]
Have you ever danced with the devil? Maybe tango, flamenco
It's like russian roulette, six different chances to let go
"Hit the gas and just pedal", but you wan' balance stillettos
This what my uncle would live through, wait till his funds getting kicked through
He used to dance with the devil, that filled up half of his schedule
Her dress was all that he saw, it gave him a talk to the pistol, of baby fathers, so he ran, made other plans, what you into?
He said he tried to fall in love, but what does love really get you?
He won't respond to my calls though, he hasn't taught what respect is, too involved representing,
He made a name off of dealing, his pops said Mashallah, that martial law shit was distant,
We ain't control the block but know that what it got us was remnants of smoke inside of them mirrors
We moving by the yard,
System got all the parking lots filled with pots that the pothead would be piss in
He tried to teach his daughter martial arts cause all of these men that, wasn't raised by no mother and not abiding no scriptures
No mother tongue in the city, speak if you're spoken to, chicken
I see their dilated pupils, it's from the pot in they system
Look at what Lauryn Hill taught 'em, and since they targeted women, sisters and aunties are armed, so they don't crawl for protection
When husbands locked up in prison, my mind is lost in this prison
My mind got blockage, envision it from the start, contradict then leave it apart if it isn't
I move with Water like Nixon, Knicks in the dark with the pellets moving a far, into his heart and pray to God that it hits them
I pray euphoria hits them, i pray my family finds a better chance and aren't resistant
Just pray your dogs aren't switching because they offered em different
Phenomenon with addiction, i'm seeing all of the symptoms that come being a star, no camouflage but in regards of my business
Mentioned my blood to all these snakes, and just like sharks in these rivers
They'll come along when i am gone and take it all 'fore i finish

[HOOK]

Death & Taxes

Everybody’s two faced,
Those with a screw face, who abuse hate
I can see it clearer lately like its blu-ray
Those who use mates to recoup bank
Then they show their true state
I’ve been stuck in the middle of a chess game
Back when every single day was a rest day
Now I never rest, gotta get paid
Tryna make a fortune off my talent
But I’m slowly losing balance
Cause I’m always getting betrayed
Its funny how quick people switch up
A wrecking ball from the people when I build trust
Certain people that I love, I would’ve given blood
Certain bitches that I spoke to with their skin cut
Tried to help them with the pain, now I’ve been crushed
Didn’t care about a quick fuck, or my dick sucked
Trying to make sure you were fine, that you wouldn’t give up
But now I truly give up,
I tend to suffer a lot,
These days all the yutes are getting tougher to watch
Some kids who I met are now stuck in a grave
Because a blade to the neck is sort of common these days
Said this shit was like a chess game
Gotta check mates, before they checkmate
And stab you in the back for a cheque or some checks mate
Gotta get this shit off my chest like a breastplate 
These days, certain snakes can be your own friends
And your grave could locate at your own ends
Keep an eye on the people that you’re close to
Even the warmest looking souls can grow cold to
Shit always doesn’t pan out like its supposed to
When ya killer is a driller from your own crew
And you don’t realise till its too late
Stab wounds, blank eyes from a screw-face
x2

Bally on, gloves too,
You’re my brother, you won’t suffer cause I love you
But I gotta get this bag, so it’s fuck you
In the end, the power is what it comes too
Loose ends, cut loose
You would do the same to me so I don’t trust you
Gotta get it now, it’s what I must do
One shank in the neck and he’s confused
It seems like I’ve lost the plot
Out of my mind, off the planet like a cosmonaut 
A soul for a bank roll doesn’t cost a lot
Just for a little clout they will off ya top
Doesn’t matter if they love you or they hate you
For the bag, it’s a must do, they’ll betray you
Even if your from the same mother
Or you came from the gutter
Just to get the bread and butter
They will slay you,
Can’t relate,
Can’t support the hate cause its sort of fake
Mind is always blank and absorbed by hate
Just extort the bank and ignore the snakes
Keep a focus on ya dream, make it your obsession
Leave street shit in the past and in quick succession
That shit that was a dream becomes your profession
And the snakes in the back become more than jealous
Shiiiit, why getting mad?
It’s because I got more than they ever had
And because I came from less than they ever did
Keep an eye on the paigons, and make it big
This a story for the kids, I need you all to listen
Focus on ya dreams, never focus on the drilling
Make a meaning for ya self and a purpose for existing
Cause money, power, greed are statistics in a system…

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