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| Half Hn
Said I feel you, No, you not feeling me
With these songs, I should blog audio rap trilogies
and bring back similes - that enforce exact epitome's.
And I'm spraying shells of lyrical ammo since Justice is blind.
Since when, have you trusted in mine?
Bombs with mustard combined, no longer tales of chains encrusted with di - monds
Lethal injections that ruptured your spine i - phone you lames and bite the golden apple
Pimp hoes and "mac books", with weak attempts at shadowing hooks.
Stick to paddling, shook. Me? I'm just rambling, look!
I'd rather be strangling, juke! Boxes with the garbage they spew, try toxic
Sniff coke then run a track for office.
My lambo is blue, my president is black
keep partying, they keep all the evidence intact
Your political phrases ain't relevant to Jack, or John, Simone or Sam
Before I make free throws; a jam, it ain't a violation if you aim below the hand? Or is it?
One call from pre paid phone and slam!
Don't get it twisted, I'm not high here son
there are merely my thoughts rolled up in one.
You may hate, but not really wanna kill me
but read through my raps, and you'll feel me
if not, then you're not my market, not a target.
No demand, but I'll flood the streets with products
This is business, and the music that I'm proud of.
Kill insurgents with bullets? I'd rather heal the deaf with pictures - no surgeons
Feel the base in your nuts when you hear real music, a mixture of spirituality that's urgent!
Determined, and let it heal you.
And say I feel you.
No agendas, no genre, a music so endless and with that I end this.
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| i dont know if people still check these out.. but just felt like posting something i wrote a long ass time ago.. and kinda performed ahah. it's different from what i've done before so yeah..
ARMED & DANGEROUS
Abolishment of martyrs, promises written on water
The abolished fears of fathers, when they stare
into the astonished eyes of their daughters
The polished ink in markers, can't duck knowledge when it marks us
Paying homage, yet being smarter
Staying honest 'til the end - and start up
You attend college yet such bad luck
imaginations run wild
yet your voice remains pad locked
You can flunk trials, yet imprisoned your choices are
too bad you never had gloves.
Finger printed, eyes so squinted, mind so timid
behind the line of this race called life - you're in it.
Blind by digits, survived and revived through the laws of physics
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When you were about to float to heaven
Close to a reverend you sit but never close to a second
you feel like you're closer to you know who - because the choices you chose you reckon
are impossible like having a female brethren
As i began tales of spiritual males, trapped in ritualistic cells
with futuristic bail dates
All who fell for blatant lies, men that once hated cries
have become messengers with patient eyes, mind body and soul to deliver bad news.
Heroes turned snakes in disguise - all for a chump change
Vicars smoking cigars with yards as a garage reduced
to peasants who believe in heaven still wishing on stars.
How lethal is this weapon that resides and hides among us all
I reckon..
Prisoners of our own device.
What we build will eventually kill, we construct and heal at the cost of our own price
Yet amongst the rags and riches
wounds stabbed, and passed as ditches
Imaginary values bragged and glitches, felt the wrath and stitches - was all I got.
Had my heart incised in halves and stitched it.
Jumped from skyscrapers of extremely high nature only to be welcomed
by concrete floors- but I climb right back up for an encore.
As it is human nature.
You may hate it, love it, despise it or be surprised by it.
You can bend it, twist it, lend it or even wish for it
Send it, spend it, make a trend to be in it or
pretend to be in, timid yet hostile
far fetched yet possible
Crazy is this, yet we can't help
We gamble with shame to play the game
I'm just hoping the next fall won't be in vain.
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