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CREEP intro
00:36
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2. |
ARRIVAL
02:25
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i am legit
i am the cat that can spit
raising and african fist
crackas is pissed
you ain't a fan of my shit
well you can just
snack on my dick
i am the crap and the shit
niggas all that and a bag a the chips
gimme the bag
or i'm flipping the fuck
maybe cracking a rib
you get kicked in the nut
now you can't have a kid
cops giving riffle spray
i'm just trying to find a stage
could make a couple albums
with my runoff that the biter take
the pressures and the stress
can take your will
that's when they try to break
i touch down in your city
cause a motha fuckin tidal wave
i can just hope that you feel
and you cop
don't give a shit bout the pills
that you pop
back in the day niggas wanna be players
now they all slayers
they'll kill you a lot
free all my niggas stacking time
from savannah lines
down to palestine
don't speak to me if you have to chime
my frequency take you back in time
I have arrived
lord it's about my time
no one will doubt my rhyme
always about my slime
i ain't impressed
i am a dime
know that i'm out my mind
i don't even need no shine
i just talk that shit
and they all go blind
i got the smoke got the drank
got the skunk got the dank
make my girl go "uhhnnnn"
like she fuckin with the with tank
what you thank
i'd rather just smoke i'm an old
alcoholic
niggas is broke
and i happen to call it
you act like a dope
and your flash your deposit
that capital 1
what you have in your wallet (nigga)
when it comes to this shit yo i'm
really engaged
when i deliver you flippin the page
want me to switch
but i stick in my ways
then i'm rippin' your face like
i'm nicolas cage
the OG's they Know me
they hip to my ways
touring with ceschi
and been good with Sage
the rest of you corny ass rappers
i pull down my pants
and expose biggest dick on the stage
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3. |
WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU
02:12
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When ever anybody askin
bout the way that i be actin
i just sit em down and tell em all what happened
what had happened
was my father was a diplomat
a military democrat
last thing he thought
is that i would be rappin
now with that said
see my mother was liberian
was raised there for experience
then civil war
and niggas started cappin
for the fact that
while the rich were keeping rich
all while the poor were eating shit
and mad corruption
i guess people would have it
with that
we got the fuck out
my momma stay praying on a bible still
fallout for a nuclear family
with survivors guilt
but you know he fine
though i was just only 5
but still
lets not talk about it
i just wanna go get high
and chill
why nobody hearing me
try to talk it out with friends
they short
say i need therapy
it's scary B
you tryin to toss me over
to a stranger
ain't prepared to see
so i keep living in my head
it's quiet in here at least
Out of the shadows it rose
Where it comes from I just don’t know
and now attitude is fuck it
to the masses and the public
my raps is on a budget
and the jab you in the stomach
fuck your fashion
your a puppet
i'm the passion and the subject
i'm the underground
fuck whaterver avenue's
above it
it's like nothing will appease me
people tell me take it easy
but my father D.I.E.D
the same year i dropped my CD
and a brotha barely cried
cause i was trying to do the most
so now i'm trying to be the pride
in the eyes of a ghost
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4. |
GANG SIGN JOHN WALL
02:28
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pay homage to the god of the rhyme
treat you motherfuckin rappers
like it's clobberin time
if you fuckers think i'm cappin
check my product design
cody kimb got that shit tappin
and the author is i
i'm leaving yall intertwined
and you caught in a bind
they think i'm outta my mind
way that i'm on a grind
till my cheers fade away
and it's time to retire
i say the same dope
you hopin
i die in a fire
you punks are make believe
please
and when i'm bussin son
i play for keeps
you bums are nothin
but a bunch of mother fuckin
waste of beats
shesh
i'm a beast
on stage or a vacant street
waling into the cypher
and they bolt wit that jamaican speed
a contradiction,
i want reparations over slavery
but let my dominatrix treat me
like i got no agency
make you peace
make you meet your maker
after making beats
i play with ease
like i been making 3's
before my baby teeth
everybody hatin
ain't no more debatin
i be bangin
like i got a 100 overall rating
ain't nobody waitin
i told yall to be patient
cause i'm bangin
like i got a 100 overall rating
yo don't even trip
weed between my lips
what i need to live
please forget
watch me beat the piss
and then we plead the fifth
keep it zipped
i don't speak to kids
Fuck you think this is
believe in this
i will eat a beat
till i need a bib
i'm the best
this is how i flex
you ain't gotta check
awesome rep
watch me walk the steps
like i'm arthur fleck
i tugga fuckas cape
and then i'm going after martha next
Mirror mirror tell me who’s the illest
It is not a guess
So make your records
i ain't hearing your voice
somebody really outta told you
bout liberian boys
we in the cut
keeping very good poise
it get you very destroyed
a force of nature you
can barely avoid
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once upon a time
yo there was a revolution
it started real small
but it grew into a movement
tried to change a law
and for peace we were pursuing
but the nazis couldn't take it
so them crackas started shooting
shit just curved
when the first church burned
people flooded in the street
saying it's our turn
so we opened up the prison
in the folks first term
we just getting started though
fuck what you heard
nigga word
Justice is served bring your styrofoam plate
I can tell just by the smell it’s got a mighty strong taste
Trying to feed the whole neighborhood so how you gon hate
We’ve suffered more than enough
It’s been a mighty long wait
Unless you rapping for the African diaspora
Don’t even fix your lips to try to ask
What’s in this casserole
This afro futurist vision was written
By Corretta scott
So better not
Come reaching for a plastic cup
If you susan b anthony
Or asamove just ask yourself
Am i sad because i wasn’t invited
Because i love entitlement
If i been fighting beside them
To really earn this alcohol
Even spider man got the whitest skin
when the mask is off
And he’s still a hero
Don’t give a fuck if you black
Whether you stood with anita hill
Or knelt with colin kapernick
Cause whether you love us enough
To call the crooks out
So in that later category
Welcome to the cookout
when the revolutions over
i'm exploding like a nova
i just did a run to kroger
an nobody pulled me over
got blunts on site
and ain't nobody sober
the names dope knife
my momma call me toga
go 'head and smoke up
it's all legal
we all equal
we all ball
no such thing as small people
guns, sticks, pots and pans
we fought evil
now we got plots of land
four zero
they told you it's a dream
it was all in your head
they told you not to lead
said to follow instead
now you can get a good job
while keeping all of your dreads
and we can party
with no white lady calling the fed
everybody dappin
no one's having a fuss
plus we came a long way from
the back of the bus
we let in all of the white folk you happen to trust
and everybody else can come
but it's black as a fuck
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6. |
TAKE A SIP
02:36
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take a sip
take a sip
hey, go and take a sip
couple more
nigga i won't give a shit
take it all
fuck a straw
make it quick
no one ever saw me do it like this
I'm a walking sack of anxiety
I try to be calm
inside of my palm
ain't sobriety
i'm high as they come
can only look you in the eyes
when mine gotta be gone
and my one concern
is taking any bodily harm
my life is a storm
relationship crisis a mess
and when i'm chilling by myself
i feel it tight in my chest
my mind is inept
and pulling itself right and then left
an alcoholic
yeah i'm falling
down a flight of some steps
I don't want to think for a moment
don't know what has got my head this way
just want to numb it all
and take something to get the edge away
while records play
in a wack condition
feeling like I'm mint
fuck the joB
fuck my chick
go and put it on my tab
and take a sip
all this blacking out
has got me reeling in a rut
it's either that
or spazzing out
and now it's feeling like a crutch
and with all these fuckin cons
when i think of why i frown
i don't feel it with a dutch
cause when i'm high i'm backing down
now dust i stomp em in the dust
when somebody got a round
i would no put up a fuss
if somebody had the crown
i would go and get the cups
if my girl was going down
i would be too gone to fuck
started just when i was out
now at home i'm getting drunk
my bottle
is empty
i'm hollow
don't tempt me
i will forget these
if models come get me
i'm chillin'
you hear the beat and say it's lit
but this is a cry for help, i need it quick
or i'm gonna take a sip
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7. |
PERFECT 10
03:20
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don't play with me
i'll whip a ill written
when i'm knockin boots
while she's driving
reckless on the freeway
in a hot pursuit
i rap like a well aged
prostitute
cause now i only do shit
if you got the loot
all my niggas wanna send me
to the hospital
but it's not the rona
i'm just smoking like the rasta do
back when KG said anything is possible
i was chillin with you moms eating lobster soup
that's a lotta truth
back then that was iphone 1 doggy dawg
so i gots the proof
my fans are like dope fiends
they'll dead you for a rock or two
cause when you talk shit like the knife
niggas throw shots at you
i'm in the lab like dexter in his prime
i eat the fuck outta pork
but i ain't messin with the swine
they pat you down like you got a heckler and a 9
but no evidence they find
messin with they mind
Who's that?
he the one, yo you heard of him
and i really like his songs they deserve a spin
style, speed, beats, skill he a perfect blend
and you know what happens when they skinny
he a perfect 10
(say it again)
you a perfect 10
(one more time)
oh daddy your a perfect 10
you rap so dope, even turned my friend
gotta concentrate to catch it
when you spit
you a perfect 10
recognize that mack is better
i'm takin pictures with your family
all in matching sweaters
i'm just actin extra
where's the cash
you can't remember
i tie you to a fuckin chair
and work this black and decker
fuck the rap niggas
they ain't got no purpose they forgot things
and brotha kanye started working with the nazi
and on the mic
niggas gettin merced
and i get scott free
got em calculating if it's
worth it if they shot me
well...
i can't think of another way
to shut me up
i'm not a walk in park dunny
i ain't your butter cup
so take this L and no one will tell
i suck my own dick
that's why i'm full of myself
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8. |
D.A.R.E
03:03
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stepping off the plane in some jeans
and some slippers
i'm big boy now
my momma know me lean
in them pictures
she picked me up
said this shit is like a dream
if you wish it
cause in america
you work and you achieve
cause you risked it
but i was looking out the window
staring at my new city scape
miss me with your mother fuckin pitty
i'm get me cake
mommas a deserver
in hell flippin burgers
but they had me in the bush
at 12 committing murders
But it didn’t take long
before i called it my town
accent thick, still i wanted my crown
i found
a crew of some niggas life bound
momma told me go to school
but i told her pipe down
don't dare hypothesize
ain't nothing bout it is a mystery
i'm acting out on trauma
cause of all the shit they did to me
kids will get hurt
if they thinking they deserve credit
i'm moving the work
all with a immigrant work ethic
3 bad years we were all at war
4 bad broads when we pulled that score
5 birds sold but i still want more
by 6 in the morning feds were at my door
(fuck)
Got a Square of the weight
and i'm scared, but im straight
and prepared to go lodge a bullet
square in your face
fuck the jake
ducking sirens when we hear it again
the hood is hot
cause clinton let all these liberians in
in my crew i'm the wild one
homie will bloody kill you
some rebels taught me to shoot it better
than buddy hield do
scaring the ops
teacher's like where is my pops
voices in my head a night
i hear it alot
i'm wearing my colors
do shit that embarrass my mother
i got choices but i'm dirty
so i stare and i wonder
no parent should live in a house
where they be scared of their kid
don't go for help
cause therapy is some american shit
smoking the wet, daily
ready to do a shottas
niggas praying to jesus
before we go shoot the block up
who can stops
nobody, i do just what you think i might
they know i'm cold blooded
but i cry myself to sleep at night
and i can't really read or write
but pistol grips i squeeze it tight
apartment got on furniture
but at the club, you see the ice
this is how it goes down till my head drops
and I'm in a box,
or the mother fuckin feds knock
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there’s two things i’m good at it’s sucking dick and rap
and I don’t give a fuck what you faggots thing about that
I cast curses on tracks that latch and reattach to wack
mc’s that can’t rap but think that they can.
goddamn I am the demon that’s creeping down from your ceiling
slinking in between your sheets while you dreaming
you’re also bleeding cuz
. my demon teeth have attached themselves to your penis
i’m feindin’ to watch you scream as you realize I have eaten’ it
ha ha
I’m fucking ill as they come, I be charging up my crystals deep inside of my bum
castings spells up from hell with the flick of my tongue
Y’all be giving lots of fucks but I am giving you none
I am the god of the fags, so lift your hands up in worship or i’ll turn you to ash.
yea I am fucking magical, like I will saw you in half.
What the fuck you want
What the fuck you need
No stupid mother fuckers getting with the team
I’m a revolutionary
I’m a star
I’m a dream
I’m a king
I’m the bomb
I’m a god
I’m a queen
Yo i am what I am
Take it or leave it
What the fuck they gon do
Take it or leave it
these bodies out the way out the noise rap head sore
black core blamed for the bad horror stories i was slain blamed
plummeting my bad pores hating rap brown trap fanging at the plastac
old hats
better than the whole bar girly bad omen rich colored with a hardened swag
blotted so i never fit
nightmares aint shit
these soundtracks are basic
begging for a wetter spit
sweating in a sweater shit
smoking black porrage I forraged to get the fuck out
the same broke forest in this ditch and these tapes suck
narratives controlling what i does when i'm breaking out
the rhyming is basic a thing foaming at the mouth again
way above dancing in the clouds elevated you ignore it
say its static that you hated im feeling glitchy
i'm barely trying dressed in thugs
blank defiance
i'm on crosses while the people play in riots in the fire like its
i step into the cypher, they like who is that
dude relax
why they call me knife, when i use an ax
proven fact
burn buddha sacks, set boobie traps
calm the fuck down white boy
i'm a moody black
you ain't have as fresh
bullets, threw em at my chest
i ain't flesh
so it's sorta like you shooting at the S
I ain't sweat
when they ask me is it true you rap the best
I don't know
your bitch gave me an enthusiastic yes
look, I ain't trying to find a feeling
trying to find my rhyming ceilings
look into my eyes
these beats are mine
i'm qualified to kill em
merc the instrumental,
on the way i slayed like 9 civilians
shit ain't sentimental,
cause my conscience doing fine i'm chillin
fucker will hate,
that's true animus
i break nugs on a plate
abuse cannabis
smoking something the color
of bruce banner's tit
till i'm butt naked,
y'all like whos mans is this
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my poppa told me
boy get your weight up
get this paper
be a baker
stack dough
so you can get your cake up
F your neighbor
get a grip
lettuce with the extra chips
cheddar you could never get
wit dreams to be forever rich
that dream was a tad outta context
promises, now that was a l ie
obviously we stuck in a contest
most work slaves pay taxes and die
i want what's mine
don't judge, everybody wanna chance
to be a rockafella
legit, illegit
and stare at the gavel of a judge
get sick
and sing acapella
I be like smeagol
i want the ring
i want the Kegel
all on my thing
i want the bling
something that make a chi ching
otherwise keep it succinct
nigga i want it i chase it
a rat and a tail
the system it built
gonna shatter and fail
i'm madder than hell
starvin but looking at
pockets and seeing
they happen to swell
We’ve watched it fail so many times
Must be a feline got so many lives
Easy when you got a government to revive
Resuscitating the dying
Beautify rotting with diamonds
Most of us nickel and diming
Yet we stay silent
Natural thing to do when your head is trapped inside of the
Mouth of a lion
Dreams sold
Each day
we want it all
Our way
While the Burger Kings we keep serving are steadily burning us at the Stake / Steak
furnishing homes with bones of those worker drones they’ll quickly replace
Still we totally buggin bunnies chasing carrots inside of an ugly rat race
I dont give a fuck
Give me my fame
Step right up
To the late stage
May be puppeteering
But we’d rather suck off a baron than be broken and barren
Ay caramba
Ay Columbus
We’ve been colonized so deep
We don’t believe that we could ever run this
From pontius pilate to pirates to pontiffs
Fuck this
We have seen red
Chasing these bags
Matador
Matador
That’s a mean stab
Leaving us bleeding
Still we believe
In all of our dreams and plans
Matador
Matador
That’s a clean stab
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beast mode
i ain't got a equal
blind from the weed smoke
high and i speak dope
try to compete foes
fry like i'm the stove
cry in my sleep tho
rhyme like a cheat code
everything i s sacrificial
violins and grabbing tissue
you don't really want it baby girl
i got daddy issues
when i was a lad wit dimples
to compensate for having pimples
grabbed the mic
and decided i'd rap official
but my status little
will i expand it
well time will tell
i can only hope
the next word i write that i find myself
but when you spend so much time occupied
if your rhymin well
it makes a state of mind
i've realized that i am a shell
it's called posturing
bad habit fostering
poor mental health
in the cypher
makes monster men
sore but in stealth
so the scars i got lots of em
a bunch of motha fuckers i know
but not a lot of friends
got a pen, so i can
some a L, jot down stuff
say a bunch of bullshit
hoping i sound tough
chasing brass rings
don't get em
maybe that stings
but i'm too cool to express
all the hatred that brings
and still i'm riding
it probably only on the surface though
i'm still in hiding
but i ain't lost the plot yet
fuck a law
but i will abide it
why the fuck these comedians sounding
like Bill O'reilly
i ain't got time for all this
bizarro shit
i'm just killin time
wonder when the narc gon tip
the cops pulled up
and hopped out the car so quick
wit more big guns
than john and Nardo wick
who want smoke with me
i don't even hold a piece
i'm sorta like the dude on the couch
i'm just rollin weed
i ain't ever phased
it's exactly what i hoped it be
i am at peace
i will tell you this
and so it seems
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12. |
PROBLEMS IN THE WORLD
02:44
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I wish i could speak
on all the problems in the world
I'm like really deep
there's so much problems in the world
how the fuck yall sleep
with all these problems in the world
I wish i could speak on
All the problems in the world
Rest in peace to camoflauge
you know we keep him in our grace
and my mans out on the east side
cause i know he gotta case
he was running from the D's
on foot
and they was keeping chase
we never found who drank and drove
and left my broski in the grave
I started flexin
i got low self esteem
that's why I bought weapon
it don't line up with my views
but I won't wind up in a noose
but i'm reminded by the news
it got me stressin
Frogs in a pot and it's ready to boil
i'm down to spill nazi blood on the soil
kinda ironic how nothing is for you
but shit gone be lit
when we run out of oil
shit is insane
all the humans they trafficking
peace to ukraine
but they shit on the africans
colliding trains
and we sitting here stagganant
all of us karens
just yelling at management
They the ones movin the dope
Got niggas choosing they rope
Try to confuse you
With business as usually
Tell you you lose if you don’t
Collecting they views
When they sit on they tube
And watch a black dude
Getting choked
Then when you march
One fire start
They get mad and they tell you it’s woke
yeah we gotta take this L
i ain't trying to raise no hell
all the dude with tiki torches
now they fans of dave chappelle
don't mind me, i always high as fuck'
you know i'm smoking well
but my home girl linqua franqa
Yeah they is always ringing bells
And they told me that y'all blind as shit
and yall can't even tell
while you dancing on the cam
the fuckin caps about to melt
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Another letter, i’m writing to you through the mail
So you heard my mom is better, yeah she doing well
As you can tell i think of you often
And i think it’s a problem
I’m so tense you were the only thing making me soften
Sometimes i think about your eyes and the ways i was lost in
Are old place is still making them shakes that were awesome
Need a replacement for your eyes and the ways i was lost in
My new girl just annoy me the way that she talking
She only 22, i help her with her money food
She only like the kid because i rap and i’m a funny dude
So i’m close but i’m distant, they keep confused
Cause when i’m next to someone else that’s when i think of you
Boo
when i close my eyes i see your face
the both of us getting high
now i feel so alone
it makes me want to cry
so i'll never forget your face
until the day i die
so if i walk right past your home
i hope you see me walking by
I'm doing good baby
don't wanna see you walking by
please don't be mad
it'll make me sad if i thought
i see you walking by
i need some time
and maybe one day
you might see me walking by
but until then
i'm doing me
baby
just keep on walking by
I wanted it to last forever but that was a bummer
At least, i’m gonna have you when i am in my slumber
Cause i’m stubborn with a habit to wonder
If you think about me like that song we jammed for a summer
And it hurts, to think about all the dudes who might pursue you
I can’t control it, and that’s not why i’m writing to you
But more than anybody you know how my life was brutal
So i’m sorry if just being with me wasn’t quite the usual
I was too hype to sooth you
to in my mind to boost you
so i understand that you was
living in a crisis boo boo
but now i reminisce
i wish it flipped
but cause of you
i'm on some old fuck a bitch shit
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Back when these people had the freedom fries
i was smoking weed out in public like
like it's legalized
i ain't give a fuck
so fresh i would keep it fly
cousin hustled, plus we share the same
damn sneaker size
listen
got bitches bouncing off the walls
like my style is vega
no new niggs shake and bake
like it's talladega
not afraid of
none of yall
prolly thinking i'm al qaeda
not okay wit
non fo yall shit
tell me i'm a hater
my label saying quick some results
fuck a recod sale, i take it with
a pinch of the sault
i gotta b boy crew and niggas flip summersault
and a white chick fresh from the midsummer cult
in my bear suit
i'm a weird dude
i don't hear you
top skills
it's my heirloom
there's no parachute
all i want is props
paid in full
it's my fair due
mean bloke
i don't see folk
i just stare through
i'm more than a man i'm fuckin idea
you don't like that,
you can cry a bucket of tears
dope sandwich, nobody near us
still the same
been the same motherfucker for years
Dope
Yo, I’m on my way to record,
Mother fucker diss war
Better pray to the lord like
Yo, I’m on my way to record,
Mother fucker diss war
Better pray
Pray to the lord like
Hail mary full of grace
Get the fuck up out my face i’m a rock this place
Plug in the mic and ima break your neck
Or we can do it acapella on the street
Or sitting on the front steps we the best
In this rap shit
And i don’t have a hard time saying that shit
These cats get
Decimated in fragments
Yet mad litter rappers
Actually thinking they can match wits
Back to the basics
That’s where i’m a take it
You lack fundamentals
Go practice okay bitch
Work on your syllables
Work on your flows
Learn how to rock a crowd at a live show
Rapping on your garbage ass
Vocal tracks
Bullshit mass produced
Fashionista rappers like you getting trounced
And you girl MC’s showing ass and tits
And twerking on stage yall can suck my dick and then bounce
Baby it’s like that, and you can hate it if you want
But i love hip hop way too much to just flaunt
Superficial motivation, yeah I like pussy
And money and nice booze and playing my playstation
but so, you gotta come original
You say i’m old and bitter,
But i’m only in my 20’s yall are pitiful
And just so we’re clear news flash for you dear
Nothing changed been the same mother fuckekr
For years
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15. |
DON'T SHOW IT
02:18
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grabbed us some blunts
and we back on the street
driving so fast
in the blackest of jeeps
i'm on my phone
in the back with the weed
i forget who's in the passenger seat
Lee twist the dutch,
and he be on my right
light the shit up,
and then pass it to me
i'm already tripping,
and seeing some lights
if my dude feel the same
what a crash it would
it was that moment
that shit right there
and extraordinary epiph
i swear
Lee said
you mean how existence
can lead us to drift in
a lonely abyss right
yeah, yeah
so we yelled and we talked
and we laughed and we cried
that was way back
when mel dropped
passion of christ
how war is hell
and our chaps in the fight
how water wells
kills the masses when dry
the world is too big
i just wanna say fuck it
my contribribution a drop in a bucket
nobody wanted this kind of discussion
if we wasn't high
still be droppin the subject
shit makes me think those in the hurt
but i always complain that my toast
isn't perfect
got all of this stuff
and know that it's worthless
admire the people who put in the work but
wish i could do more
but ain't even in my motive
wish i could do better
but i be too scared to show it
where i even start
i'm too high to even know it
wish i could be better
but, i don't ever show it
fly with no pilot
blind lead the blinded
they really said
fuck environment, climate
they got the cake
but the slice of the pie gets
smaller
and that's who you trying to ride wit
some kiss the boot
like why would you fight it
but then when they talk
they just lie and deny it
those mothafuckas the type i don't vibe with
push them to the side
and what i have decided
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