{Prod By: BigFrazeBeats} Listen to live instruments while I tell my story of how I made it to my top floor. 

Top Floor feat. Big Fraze

Verse 1
I got it bad for what’s good
but what’s good could be bad
caught between a rock & a hard place & still found comfort
slumber in the summer heat underneath a summer peach tree 
Hades still findin ways to throw shade 
to keep me in the dark but as long as the skies are lit w/ stars I’ma find my way
ushered by a drinking gourd
an ajar mouth from the moonshine
I’m in awe
cause a Heavenly body shed light on all my flaws
& narrates the story of my scars
the telltale signs gone make it tell the tale twice
& encourage you to multiply the brightness of your aura
increase ya knowledge bout chakras
& start workin on ya posture
& take note of the importance of alignment
no need for overhead lightbulbs to learn we not from science

2x
I hope that you not bored of my transparency
I hope when you see me you see the glare in we
or should I hold a mirror to the sun 
to intend a simpler pun
& make it hard for you to stare at me

Verse 2
Squintin behind tint
lowered my eyelids to look into the brightness
I’m sure I will find it
it being love
it being happiness
it being free
it being me
ironing out my wrinkle in time but not pressed
decreased the slack in my genes I seemed stressed
reap what I sow proceed to grow
learned lessons thru nature took heed & focused
need to know basis
the most beautifullest thing on earth is knowing purpose
but we settle for worthless
but I fell in love w/ fallen petals
I love me I love me not
Love me now I need love now
show me love I show you growth

ellipsis

catch22 prod. by kevatta

Applyin pressure when the plot thickens
role play a scribed script from Yah’s mistress
She’s fluent in calligraphy
poems written on the wall say that she’s the greatest gypsy of em all
then she read my palm
She ain’t tell me nothin new
I knew it like the back of my hand
same ol same ol
not a day goes by when I don’t think of a week off
& still get paid
daydreamin for deeper meaning
get Yah to ghost-ride the submarine
then dock at Heavens marina
I brought a holy water filled canteen to quench the thirst of my demons
hopin that’ll dry em out
they’ll be deserted
stop flirtin w/ death
alive but not livin
no time to be timid
fluoride filtered diamonds render my vision
tryna make the mission impossible
I couldn’t listen to a minister who was never a menace
was he ever pulled from a pit?
the depths of the waters
I done wiped off drool from a beast
full of relief 
cured them hunger pains & lured to believe
the fury of He towards the colored was purely to teach a lesson
them folks gone treat us like the lesser
not knowin they sacrificin the goat
prayers of altering beliefs
chastised w/ grief
baptized in sheets & brainwashed by the rags of the rich
air dried & hung w/in reach of the easily pleased


Still blessed & highly favored
sharin sugar w/ my neighbor
tryna sweeten up the flavor
give no power to the sour
yes we limitin the wicked
makin lemonade ain’t simple
w/ them demons in yo mix
let me po you some of this

simpler times feat. CATBAE prod. by twuan

I'm seein clues printed in blue
For a secret passage in the schematics
Iono which tunnel to choose
Snakes in the left
Backstabbers in right
Either way I see the end in sight
These the last days let us pray
These the last days let us pray

Dear Heavenly Father, 
I appreciate the scars bruh
Cause everytime I dodged death I got stronger
Couldn't think about waitin or restin
When I had the weight on my chest &
It felt that my heart was neglected
Now it feel like I got a rope for a necklace
& I'm tryna catch my breath while I'm runnin at Godspeed
But I couldn't hang w/ Him
It was gettin dangerous but I gotta know truth
Bout why ya'll sprayin fumes in the sky
Or why we been lied to since the beginning of time
Given language to speak of the devil
W/ sin in our senstenses 
My bad I gotta ask
Who we really prayin to?
I'd be the greatest sleuth if I had the answer
Goin crazy tryna fill in God's Mad Lib
Voices in my head keep callin me as if
I'ma respond static on my brainwave
3rd eye on do no disturb
The gifted won't deliver messages to the cursed
Even if it's Heaven sent the hymnals wouldn't make it to the church
Our temples are to ruined
To foolish to walk in faith
So on Judgement Day you'll plead the 5th
Focus my attention on sinking or swimming
Regretful that my bucket list wasn't filled w/
Aquatic activities to prepare me for what's really goin on
Man what's really goin on

I'm seein clues printed in blue
For a secret passage in the schematics
Iono which tunnel to choose
Snakes in the left
Backstabbers in right
Either way I see the end in sight
These the last days let us pray
These the last days let us pray

Trapped in Babylon's escape room
Bein chased by gloom
Whom do I pray to
To stop them from preying on me & my people
All I wanna do is find a way to make it thru
All we wanna do is make it thru

I've risen from the shit that make a nigga flip & be cold
It's funny how the fakest tellin me follow the G code
When it's intertwined w/ my mind & my scarred soul 
Ashes represent my past cause the evil was attached to
Burning the village that my realest ancestors had
Digging & searching thru my mind tryna find the last
Constant pain choice reality we'll always bash
Wakin up in the night thinkin like
"Will I last?"
It's hard to believe when the world says
The men are seen bare w/ me
I'm so slow my reflection showin clarity
I'm on the run from the shadows not the police
Grinding hard, pacing, does the devil know me?
They say anger is the thing that make you steer from the light
But ever since I whooped some ass niggas didn't wanna fight
In my eyes, that is peace
Walkin outside not worryin about busters in the street
That's my move
My blueprint says I'ma get thru
It's kinda hard tryna find somethin new
Will I make it or will I make the news 
I'm tryna find my moves
My blueprint says I'ma get thru
It's kinda hard tryna find somethin new
Will I make it or will I make the news

layman's terms

blueprint feat. CATBAE & Nadiie Black

I don't got GOD complex just GOD complexion
W/ Heaven sent perspective
I use the flame from Hell to light my joint
Inhaling flowers
I start to think that I got powers
now they think that I got powers

I don't mean to flex my skin color
Always offending my big brother
Always defending my lil sister
Always protecting my big mama
Always wondering "where father?"
Short leash linked to his blue collar
Face turn blue tryna bring home blue $
Boys in blue don't care if he breathe
Take his breath like thief in the night
Pink pig meant(pigment) harm to his life
Got the same blue blood in ours veins
They just wanna see us swing from them vines
We came from the strangest fruition
Dangle like blood diamonds shining like
Spangled stars in the blackberry sky
Connect the dots to GOD body

This skin right here is appraised for
elegant melanin worth the earth
They love it yet they still want us all 
To be irrelevant

I don't got GOD complex just...

Because of my skin my people been oppressed
due to this Heavenly complexion
White man couldn't stand it
No matter how you do it
White comes from black & that's proven
Been goin dumb w/ the gold they had to steal the show
but couldn't grasp my soul
They sellin my folks like cattle & gold
Been treated like shit a hundred years ago
No difference now, no difference then
They'll shoot you down w/ a smile
Protect & serve ain't heard that in a while
It's every man for yourself when your skin is brown
Don't be a smart nigga
They gone hunt you down boy they gone get ya
But I'm a rebel anyway, I must say
I keep the 9 on me like 4th grade

I don't got GOD complex just GOD complexion
W/ Heaven sent perspective
I use the flame from Hell to light my joint
Inhaling flowers
I start to think that I got powers
now they think that I got powers
I don't got GOD complex just GOD complexion

god complex feat. CATBAE & Goldleaf

Tryna win a staring contest w/ the all seeing eye
My pupils been blinded by false doctrine tangible pain from inanimate objectives
Makin everybody passionless & selfish
Outta sight, outta mind
Can't touch it, won't feel it
They hear me, ain't listenin
Unless it's tasteful, you smell me? I doubt it...
The aroma of dead trees is overwhelming

Let's get this $ til it all makes sense.

My rendition of the braindead is lively til I'm reminded that I pay bills too
After the first, it's back to spreading wealth
Close views of those put together poorly
Everybody gotta eat so
Mama, sister, papa, brother, uncle, auntie need food stamps
Thoughts of a good samaritan prophesying profit over boom bap
Ya'll need to start fixin plates for broken families
Or at least pot holes & panhandlers
The government should be all humanitarians
What's wrong w/ turning houses left for abandonment
Into establishments for the unfortunate
So far gone, we forget earth is our home
A forest is a fortune to a florist
But it's still finna be a lump sum up in storage
Excavated trees to make make believe real

To make make believe real 
We excavated trees
To make make believe real
Make make believe real
Make make believe real
To make make believe real 
Make make believe real
Make make believe real

To make make believe $
That's in arms reach of a limb in paper form
Fall back & leave me to rake it up
& watch accounts blossom in the spring
As long as my feet planted
I'ma branch out like credit unions to milk cash cows
That the devil uttered words of

Wake up just to go get $
Workin til my toes feel funny
& I don't even make much

Spendin all the time I'm given
Just tryin to make a living
But it don't never add up

This can't, this can't be why I exist
There has to be more to life than this

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