Daygo shit

Produced by Tank
@Tank_SeSF

Speedo in my living room, yoga on a mat
Sweatin' down my back, my wife starin' at my ass.
Started from the middle 'cause it's all about the balance
Stand along the bottom while I'm sippin' from a chalice.
Namaste my niggas, I come to be complete 
I'm a cypher in a fractal translated to a beat.
Geometry without form, my symmetry is verbal.
My mathematics Mayan, my koolaid stay purple.
What this nigga talkin' 'bout now?
The truth ain't hard, ya'll just talkin' too loud.
If the booth ain't large, I'm gon' strike it right down
I don't huff, I don't puff, I just light it like blao
Drink Perrier 'cause I like my water fancy.
Abyssinian I got the wat for my poulty.
Measure me by watts and store the energy
to power up the static shock
to fix up any heart I stop.
Maslow's Hierarchy, I fuck with somethin' at the top.
We don't want the same thing
I seek to be a changed being.
Things are hardly ever what they may seem
we could see the same thing, but we don't see the same thing.
You fit into the times like a changeling
without realizing everything is basically the same thing.
Everything is everything
Zero equals zero
If you multiply it by 5 
or divide it all by nine

Search the sky my mind goes flyin'
I don't mind at all
I sit in silence wait for answers
and can't explain the cause

I used to have diamonds that were mined from a cave 
by an African child, I don't mind he's a slave.
What history tells ain't confined to a page.
Why are you surprised when you find out my age?
Is it me?  That makes you want to doubt what I say.
Is it truth you keep turnin' away from this day?
'cause the proof is in the wounds in my hands if you touch,
the blood ain't mine, but that's just saying too much.
Born on the 4th, lay out in May
Sit in the sun not a burn on my face.
Melanin's dope, African bloke.
Want a gold chain twice as thick as a rope.
Want to write a book 'bout the future,
want talk to you about the real Kama Sutra.
Not a picture book on how to do ya',
but know I'm a king, I play my position.
Say what you say just to say that I'm different,
call women bitches to fit in with niggas.
Caught up in images not in the pictures 
Say somethin' twisted, then quote with a scripture.
Niggas is calves: gold
Look at your past, know.
Before all the ashes
From the books that they burned in your past,
taken across waves, changed my name with a lash.

Search the sky my mind goes flyin'
I don't mind at all
I sit in silence wait for answers
and can't explain the cause

If I ain't amused you're gonna see it in my cara,
If I gotta be a pussy, then I'll probably be a Raja.
Mr. International, shout out to Akapella 
With Brazilian niggas grubbin' on some carbonara.
In a whole other zona, Diego a Roma.
I open my boca
Huacala toma.
Acido, ponte plácido.
Hit a blunt, but the shit don't relax me though.
I start starin' at the sky
And measure the positions of the galaxies at night
the ancient mathematicians weren't seein' somethin' right.
Already found the answer.
What's the point of measurement if you ain't got the standard.
Think I'm talkin' crazy 'cause you barely understand it
I blame all of our parents if we're never reprimanded. 
My momma whooped my ass,
but I take responsibility, my generation's wylin'
You'd think we're all born tyrants.
I used to have diamonds that were mined from a cave 
by an African child, I don't mind he's a slave.
What history tells ain't confined to a page.
Why are you surprised when you find out my age?
Is it me?  That makes you want to doubt what I say.
Is it truth you keep turnin' away from this day?
'cause the proof is in the wounds in my hands if you touch,
the blood ain't mine, but that's just saying too much.

Search the sky my mind goes flyin'
I don't mind at all
I sit in silence wait for answers
and can't explain the cause

I am no Earthling
I drink moonshine on Mars
Mistake meteors for stars
I mistake my worth for applause 
Still I take a shit in my draws.
I'm so cosmic,
My atoms are nebular,
My thoughts  are never secular.
My sleep pattern stays irregular.
So I'm fucked up, and I ain't got no patience
Apologize if I'm abrasive 
But it's best if you don't say shit, just take it.
Kill the old ways
Observe just how the flow sprays
While you hole-A's post at the bar and buy heauxs Rosé
and that candy for their noses.
Change my name to ope-day
Sit and I sip on Möet
'til the world turns into Monet.
What about all the shit that we don't say?
What exactly do you believe in
That makes you mad at my conceivin'
That all these blacks is havin' children
And they can't tell us if to keep them.

Floss ft. Ratchet and Blues (Produced by Tank)

Produced by 8er$
Remix by Matios

Tell me about reality
what am I composed of?
There's more of us than there are of them
if you feelin' me say sho' nuff.
I'm talkin' bout my cellular structure 
I'm talkin' 'bout my elements
B-boy, MC, DJ, Graf-art
And the table of elements.
Everything is Hydrogen.
Everything is Helium.
Net Neutrality's dead on gone,
you bessa pay that premium.
I don't know what you cryin' for
Can't put a price on information
Can't put a price on our connection 
I'd pay a million dollars to get connected.
I'm on a spaceship called California 
Clean my toilets with madd ammonia 
'cause I when I shit things will get infected
Septic Art I tried to told ya.
56k not on   a chain
Nigga I'm talkin' 'bout my old modem.
They call me 2Sonz when I step on stage
Got a potent factory in my scrotum.
Call my wife and we just unload 'em
Make sweet Love 'til she passes out
and when she wakes up she's all soakin'
And tells me what that passing's about 

Make Life

Pan dulce and carnations, cafe con leche
Yucatán a Campeche
El Negro bebi on Reddit.
Oh you know what I like
y si no te digo.
Fresh bread made with trigo
And tamales a cualquier estilo.
Mi amor es eterno
mi uniclave El Negro,
shrimp breaded in Penko
tocino, huevos rancheros.
Oh now you made me gon' loco
Tajín on top of my apples.
I forgot to buy a box of Perrier
it's coo' I got Peach Snapple 

Insane like a runaway train I'm in your lane
like there's only 3 seconds to score to win the game.
Came t bring the ultimate pain upon your brain
untamed you won't like when I change, shout out Johnny Blaze.
I thought about this passage for days nothin' to say 
But sometimes emptiness is the way, there's more to say.
I ain't trying to be critically acclaimed or even named 
As any body any more, them will make you break your fast.





Real Trap $hit (Produced by 8er$)

Digital age, flip the digital page
Image taken in my mind, how your hips so engaged
with the fabric of time and space and time.  Just the way that you sway,
make a nigga feel suspended, ain't much else left to say.
Other than where another man say he sees ass?
I see, chemical processes goin' on in the past.
So that, all that convexity and all of that mass 
Make you complain about it later like "I fuckin' hate pants."
I don't mind anything that you mind f'real
I don't mean to invalidate all of your bullshit f'real.
Not bullshit
I mean your feelings and stances,
all your mental jiujitsu and all your verbal advances
All of the mental sparring and all of those gazing dances.
I sometimes say I hate it, but really though do the math if
that were the case and we were Boolean
if I were speaking Truthfully then you would equal True the end.

I ain't mean to cut you off
Have I cropped perfection?
There was a time you ain't have internet 'cause lost connections.
Somehow we forgot the magic in our very essence.
Somehow we just wear these masks instead of gettin' fed up.
Wifi got my music Hifi
I hear sounds singers ain't even know they could hit
All the fiberoptic wires in the world
don't mean shit
If I can't FaceTime wi'tchu girl
am I sick?

Empty cans of Perrier what the fuck I'm thinkin'?
Empty bottles of Patrón what the fuck I'm drinkin'.
Only if it's gold, you are not what you drink 
I'm tryin' to mend my soul, so I'm bumpin' Chente.
Yo ya te dije lo que quise y no me lo hiciste
Me engañaste, bitch and left me to pick up the pieces.
I'm tryin' to solve the issue, format it, present my thesis.
But life's not clean cut when I search I can't find fuckin' reasons.
Instead I'm fallin' in my head
I'm tryin' to let it all out but I ain't got that much breath.
Don't even know the point of anything I ever said
So why am I upset now that you have chose to text?
You hated when I wouldn't introduce you as my ex
And I took pleasure in all of that pain and never said.
Actin' like I wasn't all affected by the end.
Actin' like that time we had together was for trend.980 nn.no
p[v bmn,.  .l;–≠

Ethereal (Produced by Rvdical The Kid and MisterMack)

Mis pensamientos se empiezan en las nubes 
de estrellas, digo "Hadouken" 
de mis manos se escupen
unas llamas sin nombre.
Cueva de sombras
voz de realidad
mente esponga.
Me llamo Roberto
Los animales en el mar me llaman Bob de hecho
Buen probecho.
Sufro de psicosis de manera non-violento 
A poco son violetas las luces más violentas?
Turn down pa' que?
Turn up my friend.
Pa'rriba pues.
Marimba e
Rancheras (quea)
Las mujeres más bellas
Las damas feas.

No te hagas Rachetera


Girl you ain't no Rachetera 


Nalgonas y nalganadas
Manzanas y naranjas
Racheteras y las otras 
Las muy shy y las boconas.
Sombras nada más
Sobre los pizos y paredes
Sombras nada más
Dime tu que es lo que crees
Sombras nada más 
entre tu vida y mi vida
Sombras nada más
I'm in the Matrix
muhfuh
No se que que es lo que veo
Mis dedos en el espejo
Reflecciones por un eterno 
Mejor me meto
Me encuentro en el centro
No se donde me voy
Pero me encanta el sentimiento.
   

No te hagas Rachetera


Girl you ain't no Rachetera 

Keep It 100 Produced by Grand Theft & Keys and Krates

Ab-Soul - Hunnid Stax feat. ScHoolboy Q
Prod. by Kenny Beats
• MixedByAli

'THESEDAYS...' Drops June 24th!

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Ab-Soul - Hunnid Stax feat. ScHoolboy Q

Produced by @Tank_SeSF
Image: Cloud Swirl Fabric by Joybea

Breathe in
Breathe out

This that Ear to Heart resuscitation 
You feel the Bass
that's a good vibration
in any case,
what are you escapin'?
What you refuse to face?
Somebody change the station,
I'd rather listen to Space.
Static through my head phones
A minute ago my head's blown
And next thing I know my edge's gone.
We reached the stars already homie 
What you think the Universe is?
Where you think the Earth is shawty?
It all has a center around which it spins.
You think you're trippin' 'cause your cross-faded
Nah you're trippin' 'cause the planet is spinnin'
We're already travellin' through time
The joke is that it's goin' forwards.
Sing along with no remorse
Songs are sung by a cosmic chorus
I'm roaming through a solar forest
All in the hands of a single florist.

Breathe in
Breathe out
Let that negativity out of your mouth
Let that negativity out of your Soul
Imprisoned in your mind
But your due for parole

What you doin' here?
Nigga I'm doin' life.
in between my ears,
man I'm cravin' sprite.
Wait, was that marketing gimmicks?
Did you brainwash me into desire
Or do I think lemon-line is delicious.
Oh you get it? Channel the mind and focus the spirit.
I know I said I stopped drinkin'
but this Patrón so it's different.
Right? … Right,
I ain' t a slave to addiction.
I'm completely independent.
I ain't caught up in my image
While I'm drinkin' Perrier
readin' some shit you can't pronounce 
That's 'cause this shit ain't not in English
but it's just a story about a mouse
that can talk and it has a house
and it kills itself after livin' in a cave
filed with shadows.
Relax your asshole.
It's nothin' major
Look at my brain.
I'm an idiot

Daygo shit

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