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yaphet kotto (freestyle)

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this is donald's freestyle from sway in the morning in 2013. the original instrumental was produced by boi-1da, matthew burnett & jordan evans

Childish Gambino - Pound Cake Freestyle

Because the Internet

III. Telegraph Ave. ("Oakland" By Lloyd)

Flatbush ZOMBiES - G Tearz

24.
Meechy Darko - The Baby of Rosemary's Baby (Prod. By The Architect)

Meechy Darko - The Baby of Rosemary's Baby

sumthin gunnyXtoonorth - visual.concoctions

7.) MILITANT

8.) WRECKIN THE UPSIDE

9.) 10 PACES

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instrumental: me
vocals: me + @ndgomusic


words
__________

[me]

ditch the broken shield
commando dressed in rounds
sticky, crimson
holding still--absent, blink, no one lives?
mutiny domestic
slowly split, slap the covergirl off your siren
grabbing ankels
kindergarden-too-high told quick

Not to diss your love
but I'm against the fisticuffs
we gets it rough, so hell's to pay
weight--we're moved to act when the scale is grey
morals swelled in freight
yin-yanging into a cage

But your the righteous ones,

and life is binary
you try very--stop, chuck your gavel till its sky clearing
indite me?
then I'm appearing
in your clouded court
wiped hearing, and flip pigeons with wide mirrors

Heh,

Cough it up, feathers on your robe
leave you staring lone
we weather rome's anarchy and helter-skelter roads
call it the far east movement
we're checking plates and mob maneuvers if a squeal looses
reckless rage with iced humerus leave the field clueless
respect our space and wipe pupils if we then dream boldly

Well, that was mean--mostly

but throwing paint at this canvas got our scrotum weight off
and our integers cozy in the house with the roof taken out

camo panted
spiked bats on the delts
marching rodents, no race
zebras retreat, with backwards welts
Hydrogenate the holes you put us in
or enema your smoking guns
it's only fair we poke some slits
in that dry condom you've been poking us
with
outsiders, center-massed

Humpty-dumpty the building while you limply fidget and tend the grass

Now
gimme my face back, all cold, been missing it--
shhhhh, only Christ dial shells; as for you, you keep your system shut  
and stop starscreamin' i--

[Verse 2: NDGO]

post modern so hotter fixed in this appearance 
poetic curiosity goes adrift as weirdness 
cops will see this as attack and hit our back 
I stopped saying kiss my ass
but now I'm in the rear view mirror 
clearer now, fearing cows, yeah thats the black and white 
nothing comes so easily, I don't know the path that's right 
but I know there's magnets, that'll try to hold you down
some call it gravity, but somehow we fly town to town 
(right?)
take a namesake 
blame fame on the taming mainstay 
I'm feeling one way
but reeling off a hundred pages 
I'm on the runway
they say there's stages 
but watch that gunplay take a done play turn it to a million
billion, trillion
wait that's the deficit 
I got a message it's
don't trust the higher ups until you're higher up 
don't test the fire just assume you're fuckin' wired up
don't trust the higher ups until you're higher up 
and even then...don't trust em

[Outro: NDGO]

movin round the city at a pace that's never given 
pop a pill and chill that's why we all just out here sitting
smoke a blunt and kill that's how I'm feeling when I'm feeling
this shit that keeps my sanity intact I know you feel it 

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