Can’t Sit With Us

Evening Drive

Croon:

You was fighting 5th Graders, I was fighting Your Papi/ God been taking over from The Gate, so, why you ask me! If, I'm a punk - yes, I am - don't need to gas me/ We let "The Brave hearts" be "the hardest", The Devil backs these/ "G's" out The "80's Film", that nobody watching/ Not even back then, 2025 they're clocking/ "Who the eff is Gay, who's a Gangster", bro, just stop it/ Hop on an app, and, get a Job, cuz you're NOT him/ Him be The Devil from The Powerpuff Girls/ Fertility, and, Time - He never really hate them, word/ You shot someone's Gramps, tho y'all called me a Nerd/ You should've shot in video games, like me, it's absurd/ All The "Cool Kids", all the sudden "kicking verbs"/ At 35, rhymes filled, with death, and gangs - I'm perturbed/ Y'all let Lil Wayne, and Cardi B get in y'all head/ Them dudes was 21, when they oathed for the Red/ That's, if it ain't Blue, or Gold - Off with their head/ Your "Rap God" should've talked about Love, instead/ And, then y'all wanna teach God how to Rap, or get men/ How to get women, or trade, y'all need some meds!

Crooning Hook:

I guess, we're "scary"! We walk away, and! Let God handle stress, coming our way, and! It's always Life to The End, and, Ascending! Rah ~~



Rogue Spiritual - Cham - Ghetto Story Freestyle .mp3

two step 2025…

Regal

Over your way

Be patient, my PC dead. I will be back :(

galactic funk.mp3

mission expedition.mp3

[Intro]
No one clocked it, fam, not back in twenty-five.
Man were just living, tryna get by on the daily grind.
No one thought we were being watched from the deep ends of the galaxy.
Spied on like a science project, a specimen for their whole faculty.
Barely a man considered life on other planets, that's real.
But across the void, intellects way bigger than ours were watching this Earth with a mad appeal.
And slow, and steady, they were drawing up their plans against our people.
I was on a job for the Beeb, setting up mics in a Hackney steeple. This is what I saw.

[Verse 1]
Was a Tuesday, twelfth of August, midnight on the dot.
A mad green light erupted from the sky, speeding towards our block.
Two hundred million miles of darkness, silent, flying at our ends.
The first of the drops that was gonna bring pure chaos to my friends.
As I'm watching, another flash, another streak of gas.
It's a second canister, starting its long journey, moving fast.

[Chorus]
The odds of a drop from the stars were a milli' to one, he said.
The odds of a drop from the stars were a milli' to one, filling our head…
But still, they landed.


[Verse 2]
Next morning, Pymmes Park is taped off, a brand new crater on the scene.
The mandem are gathered 'round, phones out, living in a waking dream.
A cylinder, thirty yards wide, still burning hot from the flight.
And you can hear faint sounds from inside, something moving in the fading light.
Then the lid starts turning, a slow, unscrewing motion.
Some youngers thought a man was trapped, full of brave-faced emotion.
They rushed the canister, but the heat pushed them back from the metal, too hot to touch the frame.
Everyone just stood there, waiting to see who was playing this mad game.


[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
The lid just dropped. Silence. Then two glowing disc-like eyes.
A massive rounded body, bigger than a bear, starts to slowly rise.
Shining like black oil, slick and wet, it made my stomach heave.
No mouth, just quivering flesh, and tentacles you wouldn't believe.
A couple youngers edged closer, tryna get a clip for the socials.
Then a tall funnel rose up, and a heat beam jumped, beyond brutal.
A blinding glare as each one of them was instantly turned to ash.
Every bush and tree just burst into a blaze in a single flash.


[Refrain]
People were screaming, clambering over fences, and fam, I ran too.
I felt like I was being hunted, that this red light would just melt me and my crew.
It was meant to be a normal night in N9… just another night in my zone...
Now the sky is burning… and we are not alone. 

(Verse 4)
I got back to my yard on the Galliard, sunk into a haunted sleep.
Woke up to alien sounds, something hammering from the crater deep.
Slapped on my sliders, ran to the corner shop to grab the morning paper.
'Round me, the daily routine, life was carrying on, no time for a vapour.
The 491 bus still rolling serene, mums doing the school run.
While in Pymmes Park, they were building their machines, sleepless under our sun.
Now and then a red beam, like a searchlight from a warship, swept the green.
And I knew that savage Heat Ray was ready to follow, making the whole scene obscene.

[Verse 5]

"Anyone there? Anyone breathing?"

"Come in, fam. What's the reason?"

"They rinsed us, bruv. Wiped us out. Hundreds gone, thousands I doubt… even made it that far."

"The Heat Ray?"

War of Worlds (part 1)

Goin' Dine (Slowed & Chopped)

Just an average Joe Blow who happens to Spit A Couple Bars!! I Been Saying That I Been Black Ragging Thru Your Set!! Be on the lookout for my material!! Other than that.. Check out my Playlist.. Yes I do support.. Especially my Fellow LGBT Members!! I'm Afro-Latino As I Google My Native Tongue - Spanish And Other Tongues That's Not Part Of My Ethnicity Which Is Biblical Latin And Parisian French!! Pardon Me For You Might Hear Bad Words For The Reason Being That I'm Pissed Off At The World As God Told Me More About It!! The Pandora's Box Is The Way Of The World!!  #TeamSkullie #WashPoppin LET YOU KNOW I'M A LISPER!! SIGNED KRS-ONE'S SHADOW!! AND WHEN YOU SEE HIM!! TELL HIM HE WOULD NEVER TOUCH THE GALAXY!! I'M THE REALITY OF THE STREETS THAT PISTOL PUMPING PUNKS DON'T WANT TO BE, BECAUSE I'M HEARD BREIFLY AND NOT FOREVER!!

¡¡Solo un Joe Blow promedio que por casualidad escupe un par de barras !! ¡¡He estado diciendo que he sido negro destrozando tu set !! ¡¡Esté atento a mi material !! Aparte de eso ... Echa un vistazo a mi lista de reproducción ... Sí, apoyo ... ¡¡Especialmente a mis compañeros miembros LGBT !! Soy afrolatino mientras busco en Google mi lengua nativa: español y otras lenguas que no forman parte de mi etnia, que es el latín bíblico y el francés parisino. Perdóname porque es posible que escuches malas palabras por la razón de que estoy enojado con el mundo porque Dios me dijo más sobre él. ¡La caja de Pandora es el camino del mundo! #TeamSkullie #WashPoppin ¡¡HAZTE SABER QUE SOY LISPER !! ¡¡FIRMADO LA SOMBRA DE KRS-ONE !! ¡¡Y CUANDO LO VES !! ¡¡DÍGALE QUE NO TOCARÍA NUNCA LA GALAXY !! SOY LA REALIDAD DE LAS CALLES QUE PISTOLAS PUMPING PUNKS NO QUIEREN SER, PORQUE HE ESCUCHADO BREIFLY Y NO PARA SIEMPRE !!

Juste un Joe Blow moyen qui arrive à Spit A Couple Bars !! J'ai dit que j'étais Black Ragging Through Your Set !! Soyez à l'affût de mon matériel !! A part ça.. Consultez ma liste de lecture.. Oui, je soutiens.. Surtout mes collègues membres LGBT !! Je suis afro-latino car je recherche sur Google ma langue maternelle - l'espagnol et d'autres langues qui ne font pas partie de mon origine ethnique, qui est le latin biblique et le français parisien !! Pardonnez-moi car vous pourriez entendre de gros mots pour la raison que je suis énervé contre le monde alors que Dieu m'en a dit plus !! La boîte de Pandore est la voie du monde !! #TeamSkullie #WashPoppin FAITES-VOUS SAVOIR QUE JE SUIS UN LISPER !! SIGNÉ L'OMBRE DE KRS-ONE !! ET QUAND TU LE VOIS !! DITES-LUI QU'IL NE TOUCHERA JAMAIS À LA GALAXIE !! JE SUIS LA RÉALITÉ DES RUES QUE LES PUNKS POMPES AU PISTOLET NE VEULENT PAS ÊTRE, PARCE QUE JE SUIS ENTENDU BREF ET PAS POUR TOUJOURS !! 

Rogue Spiritual - Cham - Ghetto Story Freestyle .mp3

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