HEAVYWEIGHT(wet like water)

with darkness there is light even when the sunny days are stuck inside. over four days my transgressions painted this path of brooding discovery and vigorous patience with myself. soul shaking production from kingayeo who came down from new york to help with this project and tristantheend who made countless trips back and fourth after shifts to help this project. revelations by redlawn risha, kingayeo, nobodyfrmnowhere, mary sue, midie, and turbeaux. thank you to all of those who are walking this path my homies and i. enjoy this piece. love!
 
higherselfpresents 
alllove1999

SUNNY DAYS STUCK INSIDE!

Martin Luther King Jr. and the Critique of Racial Capitalism

King was more than a dreamer. He knew that his call for a “radical revolution of values” was complicated by the production and circulation of value under capitalism. He knew that the movement to build the beloved community required sophisticated analyses of capitalist imperialism, state violence, and racial formations, as well as unflinching solidarity with the struggles of the Black working class. Shining new light on King’s largely implicit economic and political theories, and expanding appreciation of the Black radical tradition to which he belonged

loosies

radical change of values [africana ontology//MLK DAY]

Feel the wraith. Fuck the haters real rap
I’m the king. From now on! <3
Mixed and mastered by HIGURASHI 
Produced by. ARTIST

the wrath. PROD. ARTIST

PROD.TIMELESS ERA BEATS 

Lyrics:
These foolish niggas really thought that, I would never make it,
They hated and all doubted, my spirits’ haunting they conscious,
I profit off of all the golden projects I’ve accomplished,
I fornicate wit different hoes explore my different options,
Enormous prophet, here to usher you to your coffin, all sins committed,
for the love of thy shady plot
My names’ a nightmare that travels through every city block,
Exterminate the oppositions well with the semi Glock,
I’m really hot, Y’all peasants ain’t about it, I’m ready war,
They tried to lock me out, I kick the hinges right off of the door,
I soar like a butterfly and sting like a bumblebee,
Equip your Ouija boards, you need Jesus Christ to humble me,
And honestly, the quest for retribution is seeking respect,
Done with great finesse was manifested as one of the best,
Now the world praise for the shit that I get off my chest,
Every beat you place before the king, imma surely molest,
I’m unpleased by pure malarkey, you niggas rubbish,
Hit the hardest slaughter every verse and they come out as rugged,
niggas garbage all you turkeys stupid, I use you for targets,
I’m way beyond margin, I’m lethal piss on your carcass,

Hook:
To send the opposition to hell, is my conquest, 
The prophet of dark, you won’t fathom  the concept,
These niggas are possessed, so I’m always gripping the tech,
The afterlife is real, I can you show niggas what’s next,

✞ Dark pt.2 ✞ (fortunefavorsthebold)

Prod. zeclay
Mixed & Mastered by yours truly

Lyrics:
Capsized dinghies lapsing happily down rivers
It's naptime, niggas, fear of immolation made swimmers from
even the most pretentious, principled in egotistical tendencies, slapping both knees, when boldly posted on them boats aforementioned
This pattern persisting, carelessly cackling at stragglers they pass
their pleas for assistance, matched with mimicked pleas hurdled right back
Their cataclysmic sowing of seeds, bearing fruit but the bag says they're of the karmic variety
the text was finely printed, but in this game, that we're forced to play, there ain't no fucking winners, betta duck and pray
When an enraged lady death, fixes her cold ethereal, gaze, upon yall stupid niggas
shoulda peeped the looks on your faces as she threw down with the quickness a surprise of mighty flame

For all you lowly sinners
She sat upon a star scoffing calling the living unsightly
She goes and, debunks the myth of the mighty, no chosen ones exist
In this living hell in which we struggle and in which we persist
I'm still missing Ivy
she said she hoped I could swim
she went and sailed by me

She went and sailed by me
My day 1, thought you loved me
My, arrogance shining
And that's the myth of the Mighty
I've given up fighting

Yeah
Don't go, don't go

Don't go, that's the myth of the Mighty

Yeah, yeah
Don't go, don't go
Niggas is still crying

Niggas is still crying

Myth of the Mighty

Veeze - Painting Pictures [ Full LQ ]

Mixed and mastered by Death.wav

It’s graphic when I slaughter you cowards you know the vibes b,
Liquid gritty sword stay swinging I serve like five fiends,
With lyrics that connect to your vein just like an IV,
I’m Johnny blaze flaming up the scene, this shit get dangerous,
Bad temperament for silly billies tryna play the kid,
Watch me rip the shit, like loose leaf, I’m on my artist shit,
Hardest in the league like Kyrie when he was crossing shit,
To score plenty buckets for my mother on some other shit,
Started as a troubled Jit, i grew up by the age of six,
Terrorize these niggas with the flow my holy tongue will rip, 
Golden crucifix across my neck, to make you fear the kid,
I shit on anything you goofy niggas call accomplishment,
Punishment I bring to every Judas keep me out the war,
The lore of my tale got preachers crying for me cursing whores,
Your dead body drop to the floor can’t touch my metaphors, 
For sure I sold eighths by the store with dreams of world tours,
I’m top rank, need seven figures to bank, 
A long way from GSA, with the razor to shank,
I made many niggas run like Forrest Gump Tom hanks,
With no remorse I only worried what mom would think,
Bitch I’m the don like Raekwon only built for Cuban link,
I never fucked your babygirl I heard her pussy stink,
I kill shit like I condone violence, I murder niggas and while your floating through hell I’m ghost riding,
You won’t last against the flow tyrant, I’m slowing grinding because I’m ill I don’t need no niggas to co-sign it, 


Hook: 
I pray to God to keep my faith in the heart,
Remember nights when shit was hard, my mom slept in dark,
The flow sharp like razor blades, the hoes see that I spark,
Cause I’m the one, with everything I was up from the start,

WAR (4 MY MOTHER).

Veeze - Painting Pictures (Snippet)

ROLL LIKE GOODYEAR

poet, beatmaker, and engineer
carrying my pen thru the lulls.
HIDDEN RENAISSANCE.

Myth of the Mighty

Huey Slims

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