mississippi bluezman. (prod. LethalNeedle)

VENTAGE By YAK BELLI

a study in blamelessness.

prism Th3ory (ft. deem spencer) prod. KTGOTBEATS ((from the unreleased  vault))

back again (2020 rough draft)

niggasistripping

by my side (prod.duv)

southpark 2 2 2 ecoshed

GEORGE! ( 2014 my first song ever )

simplybeautiful (summer 2021 freestyle) al green instrumental

lyrics:
young black man never saw a future past 18  young black man sometimes cant see through all this hating  young black man honestly man I’m just waiting  for an angel or a Jesus to come and save me  man i been stressing lately aint nun new yeah i been goin crazy my niggas tell you yeah thats true walking paradox in a pair of unmatched socks stalking hella thots but still searching for the truth mind in the gutter result in make me wanna roll up  but i cant go back to that looney toon life reality is all i need should have an episode of true life titled young black in america yeah thats enough or young hebrew in babylon now you breaching aqueducts a 16 year old domestic terrorist Matthew I think they’ve had enough but I aint never gone stop until negatives start adding up I sit on top of the dumps all my niggas crump they cant sit still its drugs in they lunch vaccine babies our pineals shut born wit anxiety they mama passed them the blunt uncle sam don’t love me aunt ram never hugged me we still worship them like they lovely think of ourselves as ugly chains on our neuroreceptors  false gods around our neck  switching lanes as I’m perfecting my craft man i cant be next to die gotta watch how i ride in disguise behind enemy lines i refuse to work against mankind but fear still crawls all through my mind been a suspect since birth never even grabbed a nine hear sirens survival tactics automatically align  so many victims in my genes blood seeps when i iron  and i rock em baggy and low like my eyes when I’m in the mall and i get shot looks that suggest they wanna try me fire in my steps  as i walk up these steps holding doors moving in stealth say racism is dead but nigga you lyin appearance never should imply the character of a man Im a god a zoned in loner arizona can in my hand working in the basement wit no ceilings cant be complacent my music i never lace it its straight dope you can taste it don’t make songs for you to like i tell truth so you can face it         

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the fact that i have so much knowledge has always been a problem make me cold hearted but its warmer at the bottom but its crowded at the bottom and emotions overflow people speaking out they tummy tommies shoot as plasma flow always swam on the deep end of the pool because its just how I’m built man not because its cool God put extra fire in my soul so sometimes i cant keep cool passion mistaken for anger constantly in trouble at school because I’m being oppressed and the ceilings low cant help but to wanna rise up always been obsessed with finding the truth exposing liars sometimes i feel possessed how i keep rolling like a tire thru the fire leaving folks impressed but keep going i cant get tied up  but my fatal flaw is i cant leave these sheeple behind  my greatest gift is i cant leave my people behind  i often find myself close to the finish line then I turn around and I see my people dying  I cant leave em lying in the streets God sorry but I gotta succumb to the heat God  but then again i am a lowercase g god  so do i have control on when and when not to spare the rod? I feel like I know whats going on  so why not take matters into my own hands  cause i never seen the fingers of God  but i see this world tryna cut off his whole hand, man  and if i were to go against the evil i would be considered wrong  cause the law is set up to keep the evil strong  and the law is set up to keep the negro meek  beware of the day when we pick up guns and hit the streets because my soul reeks as death tolls peak enemies in covered sheets as we exposed in the streets  we meat between the teeth of these swine in pigs clothing keep the leaf between our cheeks look like iodine as we blowing purple vapors fill this nation no sunset I’m being patient 6:37 in west babylon sun rising in the basement 

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6:37 a.m. In West Babylon (Prod. P.soul)

Song From last December

Lyrics:
 a penny for your thoughts / how much copper will it take to purchase gold / henny for your heart / and some hope that it’ll burn away the cold / All the pain that this game of life had brought us /  shame in life they’ve wrought us / lame cant walk without a cane of gold / like sugar when they had us picking for they boogers / In the cold or the hot /  On the road to the butcher / got us mold and got us rot / Still we finding ways to endure / We troll the wrong / We smoke the bong / We ripping off they coats and arms / its cold outside / we hold our guns / When pigs come round and cats reach out ill never run or hold my tongue /  stand on my word  in my lungs / Man i cant breathe the sky is gone / planes leaving trails to leave me frail / but to this here rope ill hold on / and when the stool drop from the deck / will it tear or break my neck / and if it tear ill run like hell / if it break ill fly to heaven / how many more seals until seven / how many more miles until hell / Is there a bridge over the pit i guess only time will tell / i been asking the clocks / attacking the rocks / they tick tocking / licks rocking / sit back / lit noggin / head gone / meds strong / feds on his ass bone / surveying his dad’s home / kept his insta tags on / peeking out the window / paranoia perestroika is needed for this world destroyin government / controlling minds / leading kids to their demise / serpent seed within their eyes / I can see it change is needed / My brothers bleeding sisters pleading / World is falling brick by brick and we’re the mortar in the creases / Please believe us / and Uncle sam slap the middle / molested me when i was little and he thought i would forget him / Now he know that i remember so his pigs he bout to sic em / if they come for me I’ll rip em / Serve em up for christmas dinner / thou shalt not kill but lord kill me if this is sinnin / 


welcome to wonderland its all a lucid dream, its not what it seems they make u think that they the kings/ down the rabbit hole, and when you reach the bottom/ realize this world is yours and aint a nigga that can stop you/

if they come for me ill rip em serve em up for christmas dinner / no fear of jail these earthly walls i was born within em / welcome to my prison population seven billion we on lock down every minute and the cells they are within us but so is the lock and so is the key just follow yo heart and yo soul will never flee i hide behind these bars that i made for myself a youngin in the maze smooth creeping in stealth / in disguise behind enemy lines look into my eyes and see what can you find dont get trapped inside / i know you see the pain / i know you see regret from all the things i did in vain / i know you see the stress and the gold blood throughout my veins / i know you see the best but some niggas may think I’m lame its all perspective / peep the drive / no such thing as complacency / and you’ll see what comes next if you would stay with me on this road to the reaper gone be fresh when i meet him we gone go to the casino and play poker sip some teacups bring the broads that got the dcups thoughts racing i cannot fathom another way to waste time right now I’m hunting rabbits / when the bigger picture come into play they will not matter / full out war and best believe i will not shatter / climbing up the ladder / as I’m waiting for the rapture / skating through this traffic / full of the haters I’m attracting just by spreading love and speaking the truth within my heart / mixed with this noose around my neck tied by the city which I’m a part of / and this just the start of it /

matityahu

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