SOS 2

Golden

some unused beats compiled for your enjoyment.

Al - Fatiha

1. hOme cOming

Mah lyrics:

It’s fabulous 
Young niggah still cry wolf 
Outside 
I could never 
It’s nation time 
Alright

Lemme tell you how they 
Flip flop
Pulling all the shots 
Melanin right on tha tip top
They could never top
But they’ll try it thou 
All tha time 
Tell em just to go outside 
It’s nation time 

I’m underground right now 
I’m barely seeded 
Crackers is concieted 
Conceiving 
People 
Shackled in a concrete jungle
That’s uncompleted
I could never stand these people
They always seated
So you’ll never understand my vibe 
We ain’t equal 
Could never make a positive 
Chapped lips whisper the same 
Things others have repeated 
You could tell from the way I spit 
I’m moisturized 
We glamorize Martin Luther’s nightmare 
Every night 
Pan Africans rolling in their graves 
With every life 
of a black man 
On the cnn 
That has closed his eyes
For the last time 
open up 
We the trigger finger
We should criticize 
It’s nation time

FUCK THE GOVERNMENT 
FUCK IT 
FUCK YOUR BLACK LIVES MATTER 
FUCK THE GOVERNMENT 
FUCK YOUR BLAKKK LIVES MATTER 
FUCK THE GOVERNMENT.

Got a white little bitch she be spitting on mah 
Dick
There be times she on tha dick
I juss think about tha ship
tip top 
1 percent 
House Niggah get his tip sucked 
Crackers idolizing BBC 
Like it’s an object
Sometimes I feel bad 
Buh then remember 
What it is 
Martin Luther did 
Ian Khama did 
Kanye west did 
So Amma do mah part 
And Amma chain mah bih 
Yuh
And Amma tell mah hoe this for all mah niggahs 
Yuh
Bih 

Throw it back x 7

Nation Time + Whitegurl $laveplay

My first offering off my debut album "A Far Ways From Home"
Dropping 11/19!
We touching 16 today, Happy birthday to me!

(prod by: Sypooda)
Mixed & Mastered by: June.MP3
Executive prod: June.MP3

*Lyrics*
Feel like a burden livin'
When you spend yo whole life needin' curb side assistance
Trynna fill in this distance with love that's only given from the one and only
He felt heat creepin' now he say "I got it on me"
One in the head so he can cook that shit
A couple shots up to the head,
My senior took that shit
Prayers for granny
Sacred spirit, touched by grammy
You understand me?
Pocket profit to fill the pantry
My momma's family
Had to rely on God's plan B
Popped off the latex, then I had to rely on the plan B,
I'm getting handsy with pen
Inhaled the sin, then I blow it to the wind
Drugs heroic to my bloodline
I know I'll fail again
Had to learn when it was go time,
I got that from my kin
All these tiger stripes was earned
Pain is healing, can't discern
Pray my soul willin' to accept anything I can learn from the basement

Man I know my spirit too adjacent
With my daddy, and his pass spirits racin'
To leech up off my soul
But angels stopped the chasin'
My granny, grammy, dea, seen the demon I was facin'
I know that they be prayin for me

What you learn in the basement ?
I learned you can't depend on outsiders for peace
I learned tryna fit daddy shoes will have you feeling defeat
I learned yo soul ain't the only thing that the demons eat
Yo heart will fall apart if you don't part from the pink
I washed my hands in the sink but the sins stuck on me
I heard brooklynn scream and I froze, is this a dream ?
Im on the phone wit Rajone, ignore pleads and play sleep
And in that moment I swore to never leave a love one in the basement
Anyways, grandma kicked me out, to the basement I retreat
Wonder why always had to keep a broken girl on side of me
Knowing if things all go left my mom was right that she won't side wit me
Not even insurance is reassuring me
In between her legs is where you find my insecurity
And far deep in my past is where you find my purity
So as lay in mamas basement asleep
I realize life is jus a movie and I got front row seat

God said my seat in heaven still remains vacant
Until I finish telling all my tales from basement
Downstairs somewhere in between god and Satan
Empty pockets empty wallet made me feel forsaken
I lay down on flo and ponder if I will make it

Basement Tales (ft. Jai37)

[Verse 1: oldmansupe]
Getting dirty pennies from spitting a quarter bar
Works sucks and all but it's the only thing I call a job
Studying the greats and their canons at no charge
Pendulum shift, giving hard Fs like report card
Sun rays, it plays some gifts once scarred
Threw shade in land of snakes, they slither out
Island palm tree, hear the ocean of Konducta's sound
Trunk rattling from 79th to an orange cloud
Base for your face left erased in the crowd
Raps laced with mace, changing from the ground
Walking on the streets, headsets on, four-four beat
Metronome on dome stepping beneath heat
Great charms I palm, crystals, amethyst
Rockstar, guitar be gracing on the beat
Brodie thought I do this with ease, nigga please
It's proper preparation, emancipating streets
It's deep, young as I am, never had time to travel
Unravelled pavements, pants dirty from gravel
Spent a year, figuring stuff out with samples
Worked up, now it's time to be on the channels
Lemme slow up, remote control got you paused, hol' up
Flow on vegan protein diet with assorted nuts
Delicate, how you handle the pen, filled with estrogen
I stay menacing, revising methods, who you testing?

[Verse 2: Mack Maverick]
Maverick
fronting on me Ain advisable
take it from me
this is reasonable
it ain heavy for me
im compatible
my approach is insane
these lines scream
we-are-not-the-same
too cloudy for the rain
too skully for my brain
you must be thinking its a game
how am i juggling all this pain
while im sticking to the cane
see im limping
this is vain
made my way to the dispensary
i need me more plugs to fuel energy
i need more drugs
fuck the empathy
broke my heart
i needed surgery
this game called love
sHii is tricky
when it all goes down
come n get me
if it all blows up
u can handle me
911
go get the medic
from the 011 find the Maverick
i am so not done
this is hectic
kickin' opps. one on one
scene is classic
flipping odds
feeling active
give my lines to an addict
this ain hard
this is practice
this ain art.. its a murder scene
this ain right
don' fight the melanin
this ain Sprite with the medicine
Sip on ice this ain't dopamine
Ate some fries back at checkers
Stacked more bricks back at Builder's
Stole some bands, still at Checkers
Not that proud but I'm better
Might do it again, I'm much clever
See, I'm slick, I'm smooth, call it either
Big bad look, Mr T, bruv
This is really from the west, like Pac and Suge
This is really just a quest, I got the tribe n hook
i got the print on foot
I'm steppin out the hood
im steady as i should
my aim is very good

Madlibbed Loop (with Mack Maverick)

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