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If you don't know what this is, you will soon,
We ain't biting either, just paying homage on this intro to those who make the soundtracks to our lifes, understand that,
some say it's better this way, I agree, but since this whole album is all about
taking one sample and flipping it as many ways as possible, we're gonna call this 200 proof soul.
200 proof soul
man I'm getting throwed,
dangerously po,
that's why I'm sipping slow,
200 proof soul,
bout to go fo broke,
leave it all on the flow,
like I'm sick to my core,
200 proof soul,
and you ain't gotta lie if you hate,
I apologize if you can't make
200 proof soul
And mofuckas still wanna know
how the fuck me and dub gon' flow,
200 proof soul,
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Stamps like a stampede all upon my passport,
Walter Mitty traveling to places never seen before,
with human eyes, every city got a new disguise,
some new apparel got me out here dressing to the nines,
blending in like macchiatos on the patio,
women swept me off my feet to kick it like ralph macchio,
but actually, I'm not concerned at about me falling, because,
I ain't tripping whenever she stops calling, see uh,
leaves hit the ground, so I'm headed somewhere tropical,
possibly a place where every mile around is nautical,
sounds logical, I know this ain't a dungeon but,
sometimes you need a cool breeze just to function,
as an, outkast I outlast and survive,
in any type of situation that the Lord provides,
cause I'ma, nomad spending sky miles with plenty left,
no telling where is next, but I'm flying there direct,
Chorus:
Yeah, I'm just here for the year,
like my liquor stay, man my plans ain't clear,
speed through it, then I'm pumping on the brakes,
get my luggage packed, then I'm onto the next place,
yeah, I’m just here for the year
In a different land, different plans, same beer
Cruising cross the world like its 1996
Playing arcade games with these Asiatic chicks
Waking up in the air like George Clooney
So glad i got a window seat, its nice and roomy
Sometimes i feel the burden like I’m Tyler Durden
Trapped in my mind - the jetlag got my body hurting feeling the lye
As it burns my palm i tend to keep calm and tarry on
My carry on packed with the finest essentials
At Trevi Fountain double back to go explore Roman temples
Siesta’s the best of Italian adventure
Like a Jumper in Australia i feel outta place
Now everybody fills the area as I commentate
Milan is great, but I’m ready to get lost in translation
Travel round the world with an unknown destination
Like Carmen San Diego, catch me up in San Tropey ho
Then I hit I Manila see the spot where Ali bumayye’d em
To tell the truth feel like the booth is just a cockpit
The captain of the plane invades your brain you feelin’ nauseous
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3. |
03- Mind Of A Mack
03:00
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bass high, sitting low,
spitting different flows,
same day different clothes, I'm sipping spirits slow,
hit the sto, can I get some mo,
like I'm oliver twist with my libations,
judging me but where's your robe and why the fuck you violating,
If I wanna chill let me do so til I'm cold,
like the beer up in my hand or the depths of my soul,
your chest full of gold but ain't nothing up inside,
I know cause I'm more introspective than you realize,
been effective since the womb, and I'm special like a kick returner,
specializing like a chef on a set of twin burners,
Ike turner with the beats, might burn ya with the heat,
feel like rodney dangerfield they never give respect for me,
close to my enemys like magnets to refrigerators,
we the innovators of this show you should syndicate us,
like cicadas, on occasion, we the flyest in the nation,
tuning to the the rhythms like a resonating vibration,
Chorus:
name a weapon more potent than the mind of mac
the heart of G like a scribe when he rap
got the skills from pure will and he ain’t looking back
he just vibe to the rhythms now why u hating that?
name a weapon more potent than a mind full of rhymes,
all I need is words and I can shut it down,
got the skills from pure will and I ain’t looking back
I'm just vibing to the rhythms now why u hating that?
Yeah, I’m just here for the year.
Patiently waiting while I’m banging out these tracks
Like a lumberjack i gotta a steer clear
Of the timber on Tinder cold as the winter when the wind blows
It eclipse the soul to fit the mold just like ceramic
Ready to explode i’m volcanic
I’m bout my cash flow like DJ Quick
Cuz if it don’t make dollars, then it don’t make sense
Write a rhyme bide my time for the recompense
First the love ya then they hate ya like the president
Why don’t you tell me bout your everything, you know the new and old stuff
People outchea thuggin’ rocking skinny jeans and bowl cuts
Now what the fuck kinda life is that?
Go home and find you panty line where the diapers at
Cuz these babies having babies and they wanna be grown
Fresh off that Similac and Infamil and full of hormones
They don’t know about that whip appeal and what lies beneath
They don’t know bout Spalackavellie, they don’t know Jon B
So I dedicate this verse to Mackin 101
Make a change to save the the game my job is far from done
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5. |
05- Sometimes Pt. 1
04:07
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Sometimes I wonder bout the methodology
Behind this broke economy
It probably wonders how it can take me under
like a submarine diving deep into the crevice of my mind
cathartic when I’m brokenhearted in these troubled times
crying aint the answer when you’re drowning in the rain
kicking and screaming the demons beat at your window pane
up in flames my brain can’t barely contain
the thought of loss and struggle before i see a gain
so i hit the road and i’m breaking off the rearview
cranking up the speakers in the trunk so I can’t hear you
drowning out my problems and my sorrows and my fears to
reach a new location cuz it feels like I been here for way too long
Don’t know the cause the effect was way too strong
they hope and they pray i don’t stay away too long
but in this moment man I’m just way too gone, so long!
Chorus:
Sometimes I feel
Like the roads so cold as steel
So I grip the wheel
And keep swangin til this void is filled 2X
I keep it moving like kinetic or some athletics,
accepting all these blessings I don't need to ask questions,
commencing from the bottom like I had an ass fetish,
chose a path, just because, I'm not pathetic,
I got that iron in my veins, call me the man of steel,
how I feel? Super but sometimes I gotta fuckin' chill,
guess that's my krytonite, see me at the crib tonight,
no netflix and chill I got another epic song to write,
am I the only motha fucka feeling kinda down,
even though I got potential like another date around,
8, not the time, that's her rating out of 9,
but that ain't what this song about, she's just on my mind,
I just find it's better when I'm driving on the road,
cigarillo in my mouth, tasting sweet as al a mode,
but I know the course I'm running and death is on my heals,
so every step I take I kneel and pray cause
Chorus
K:
I'm coming down like i'm h-town reppin',
so throwed in the game got the whole team sweatin',
ain't no play in GA, we got the bass up cruising slow,
students of institute of bangin' screw and doing shows,
C:
I got the truest flow and mixed it with the darkest touch
A little color just to spice it up and make ya blush
I post a track and then it gets redacted swiftly
Im thinking to myself well that escalated quickly
K:
like an arms race to the left side of your face,
we got the right hooks written with times and dates,
cause it's survival of the fittest in this habitat,
we mobbing deep within the reaches of your tabernacle,
C:
Well if I had to pick a spot I still prefer the masquerade
The only place they put them faces on in effort to get slayed
I can't wait to hit the town and look around until I've made
Another fresh connection to add to my collection
K:
like a collection of films without the b-roll,
adding zeros so dollars turn to c-notes,
providing d for the women giving lee way,
we could head home or I could get it on the free way,
C:
Like freeway I rock the mic right
And I got what it takes to make that ass quake
Get loose like its ’04 and all they played was so so
Def and wyclef just swing it to the left
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06- Sometimes Pt. 2
03:32
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So I took my crown when them hoes came 'round,
like 808's that make booty shake,
she had the pretty brown round that was drivin' me wild,
sprite and codeine still got me straight,
he ended up stuck, his homie's locked up,
he got po-session but he beat the case,
probably don't know, she really just a hoe, and you...
gotta run cuz I’m pressed for time
cuz i doubt without it i would never get mine
don’t want recognition or fame
i do it for my soul and the love of the game
stretch anything it's bound to break,
like money or a lb of steak,
or 1000 acres I quake I break the bank,
so you left with some rims and an empty tank
see this look in my my eyes, tho
please stop looking surprised, that I
don't pay a grip just to hold the mic,
or I rolled a dice I got more soul than a poltergeist,
feeling like Raekwon with these liquid swords
trine fit the titanic the crack of a fjord
you can’t contain this verbal rain
don’t slang and bang rather use my brain
my style’s undefined - no labels
kept it on the underground like cables
made of fiber push it through the wire
and i won’t stop until i expire
with this fire... well, we stay scorching,
y'all taking L's like wheel of fortune,
killing y'all selves just to act important,
we protect this house like we pay the morgage,
but i hope one day that make it
I’m in a place laced with ceilings, no floors
my momma told me as a young baby
if you have faith then you’re ready for the world, It’s Yours
sure, always had a knack for the track,
with the party in the front and the bass in the back,
but you hatin the fact that an ace in the sleeve
done beat yo ass like fists to the cheek,
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07- WDGAF Pt. 1
04:42
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let's take it from the top like we robbing the penthouse,
work our way down we don't need an escape route,
no masks needed I'm just showing my face out,
walking down the block where we ordered some take out,
naw though, we just rappers who all flow,
got that execution like the south of chicago,
today we strugglin, but tomorrow we all gold,
the day we break habits is the day that we all broke,
Also, I ain't affiliated with your issues,
you ain't my dog, but best believe that we could fix you,
I get to writing and my pens turn to cruise missiles,
and my rhymes are like nukes if we do miss you,
funny how a man can laugh when he can't pass,
the class like gas out his ass in present past,
or future, I ain't tailor but, if it suits you,
I'll address you just like yo momma used to,
We dont give a fuck, we don't give a damn,
young blooded in this game, hope you understand,
that we underpaid, underrated I'm just saying,
but we still got the upperhand,
cruisin down 85, hopefully staying live,
the vibe is like millions of bees up out the hive,
cause I'm buzzed, and it's all because,
I got liquor in my mouth, killer in my blood,
lists in my brain cause you know I'm taking names,
wrist losing time so my fists taking aim,
make the same fists tryna grip at a some fame,
over others rappers tryna drain the main vein,
r.kelly wit it like a busted water main,
after the club eating breakfast like I'm charlamagne,
everybody telling me I'm old I outta change,
but y'all ain't never happy so what I got to gain,
plain jane lives, man fuck all that,
rather find a woman with some depth like an almanac,
full of facts, with an ass full of fat,
like the the beat on this track man she finna bring it back like,
I’m tochillin like an and 1 mixtape
one false move and you gonna get ya shit scraped
up off the ground i got the sound to drown niggas
dazed and confused they use sound hound for feelings
legal dealings when I’m killing the mic
you finna get right i serve you up for dinner tonight
its a complicated order best destroy ya cuz i never go
easy on the suckers who be fronting hypocritical
spit lyrics so fearless they bucking and pointing at you
i tend to forget if you fake it you making it too
so witness the birth of a genius
his rap skills are some of the meanest
but he doesn’t mean it
just give him a beat and watch him refeen it
i mean refine it like a diamond cutter
switching up the status quo cuz most these niggas dime a dozen
like krispy kreme with the hot sign off
you ain’t really popping nigga - you a part-time bawse
so take a full timeout - no 30s no need to hurry
i make a flurry of threes with ease with like Stephen Curry
can’t stop the onslaught - u bubbling ya so hot
the fumes leave a bruise
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08- WDGAF Pt. 2
01:18
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i got the van goh flow so i point em out
nappy with beard and the fro so whats the point about
the state of the game done changed its running amok
cases are blatantly racist - not giving a fuck
about the past or the present and the future
they don;t even need a reason, disagree and they shoot ya
its the mass appropriation of ethnic segregation
gender identification and sex orientation
for us to be historically diverse within the nation
why every time i turn around another altercation?
with little explanation and much deliberation
then they blame it on the rap when we snap to retaliation
cuz we’re all outta patience - call it state of emergency
they watch us kill ourselves, still they have no sense of urgency
we murdering, like we raping and pillaging
when they raided the Motherland taking babies from villages from the start
and this prose is from the heart
seen the enough of these Roots that they calling me Black Thought
with black heart, but i am not a nugget just lump of coal with soul
raiding the kitchen cupboard cuz they’re ashamed
when the company comes
if this land’s the bee’s knees why we constantly stung
laughing in my face like my dream’s hysterical
im here to tell you suckas I too Sing America
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10- Walk That Walk
03:29
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my life story leave you hanging on cliff,
tryna sip the elix-ir of life so you can hear rest of it,
shit I got the rhetoric of God within my vocal chords,
got every note in history already spoken for,
so back it up like 99 for the 2k, y b
cause I'm juvenile in a rude way,
but you should know the way I'm operate by now, ha,
we ain't here to tell jokes to the crowd, ha
I'm on a high like pookie on a relapse,
consuming more dope in these rhymes than like 3 traps,
combined like combos consumed by an obese ass,
walmart crack hanging out the pants, looking man,
and if he ain't got no shame, there's no hope for me,
simply I'm the shit, y'all gonna need some pot pourri
this a ode to them o.g.'s saying oh please,
"these mo'fuckas suck like they on both knees",
naw, you just bitter because you never was, dope,
and this shine we fitna get got a better buzz,
up out the mason like some hidden symbolism of,
hope, so go on, just croke mayne,
I got a flow like a river that deliver dreams,
streaming live on the riverside of bigger things,
so fresh so clean with the rhymes hoe,
strolling in like outkast in the 94,
When we walk that walk,
talk that talk,
hits on hits out here looking sharp,
cause we the type of people on the low with the flows,
all certified dope from coast to coast, playa
its like extra extra read all about it
so lethal with the pen i wrote my name the paper shouted
cuz we the type of people making music for the masses
the win streak long more knockouts than Cassius
I’m just askin why you wanna go and do that wit the has-been
lying in ya face in ya back with the stabbing
name-bashin even Caesar couldn’t see it coming up until it happened
lights fade like the closing act
coulda sat there in the silence but it chose to rap
a magician words, politician with the verbs
i was itching to be heard but they kick me to the curb
yeah, i’m living life in the third person
i see myself trying be myself, i keep workin
you need some help, know your time is limited,
your style is refined, but your mind is primitive,
we on fire - ain’t no controlling us
we take you higher - so ride slow with us
and get inspired - we living on the cusp
get rolled over or you roll with us
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11. |
11- What You Want
02:14
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What you want, what you want,
naw, tell my what you want,
not that bullshit you saying man
tell me what you want,
I ain't gon' front on you players and you busta ass punks
who ain't never had money on the first of the month,
what's real, what's the deal, why you struggling with bills,
but you acting like a boss when you paying for your meals,
tryna show out for some folks who never had no love,
for a man unless he wasting all his money in the club,
I got my doubts about a world full of fools,
who drool at their vices til they drowning in the pool,
but me, I can't judge with the way I do things,
no new concepts, just the same routines,
and my friends criticize, but I don't wanna change,
guess I shoulda told you that and sent you on your way,
but I care about your future, so play it just how you want,
this casette is like a loop of the truth, that you can bump,
Chorus:
looking out the window and the block is full
of all the people posted up tryna play the fools
don’t beat around the bush just be up front
so before you piss me off, tell me what you want?
got a wallet in my pocket ain’t got no cash
and you coming up to me tryna take my last
so before you run off to go smoke that blunt
you need to ask yourself is that what u want?
could you spare a dollar or a dime
for a minute of your time
lemme hit ya wit a fable
i swear - that i ain’t lying
its the same old shit different air freshener
jays on the corner lookin like court jesters
(and I’m like) its whatever - i gotta get pestered
just ta walk across the street for some checkers
and I’m paying with card cuz i aint got cash
loose change jiggle is the key to getting stopped fast
so i walk past like i can’t hear em
tunnel vision I’m on a mission to make it to my desti
nation don’t need no prostration
you biting off another script like californication
same routine ain’t got no time for the schemes
take my money melt it down like was hot ice cream
french vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
but yo flava is bullshit so you ain’t getting touched
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12. |
12- Close To Me
04:12
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I just wanna get you close to me,
where you 'sposed to be, baby,
I just wanna get you close to me,
where you 'sposed to be, baby,
I just wanna get you close to me,
where you 'sposed to be, baby ,
so I've been praying on my rosary,
cause you 'sposed to be the answer to my prayers,
where did you go,
what do you know,
about me that made you want to leave,
time is money, but we giving it all away,
spending every day gathering some loose change,
paying off debts with the whole paycheck,
I.O.U. is what I'm writing on the next,
ticker tape parades for my people in the line,
cutting to the front cause I ain't wasting more time,
something caught my eye, literally turned on a dime,
oh my, she was something had me speechless like a mime,
time, stopped to the rhythm of my heart beat,
started speaking artfully, that shit was kinda startling,
struck a conversation up like matches on box,
sparked a new flame, now we heavy and we hot,
then I smelled rain, got soaked on the spot,
she ran away before I had a chance to grab another match,
so now thinking back, was it me or the rain,
either way I doubt I'll ever see her again,
waking up in cold sweat cuz I’m feeling hopeless
hoping and wishing on a star
hope I’m not interjecting just reflecting from afar
wish i could play discover and be wherever you are
but things change funny how they never stay the same
the more we try to fight what feels so right the more we blame
each other but its just a matter of self
my smooth lover, she operates with covers for stealth
and its the sweetest taboo that i happened to grab you
never dreamed about the finer things until i had proof
that you were in it to win it and ain’t no pretending
that i had the feeling to take you under like a thunderclap
i would tear this world asunder just to run it with you
got me feeling like a prisoner I’m trapped in this room
your body sings as you’re yearning for my touch
an angel gets its wings and the heavens open up
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13- Holidays (Interlude)
02:10
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said everything I'm gonna say,
did everything I'm gonna do,
but some day happened yesterday,
sometimes you gotta get away,
hope that you can hear me,
with how much a brother hollering,
cause I can smile for a lot of days,
but it's hard around the holidays,
said everything I'm gonna say,
did everything I'm gonna do,
but some day happened yesterday,
sometimes you gotta get away,
what a difference a minute makes,
I think about it and I start to shake,
cause I can smile for a lot of days,
but it's hard around the holidays,
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14- No More
02:45
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no more calls from my dude saying let's meet up, he gone,
and no more girls coming up to us asking what we on,
and no more feeling like we old children because we grown,
keep on going til it's over to infinity and beyond,
truly that's a hook that don't require, a choir,
I simply acquire some desire to get inspired,
open up some doors so you can light my fire,
with a little back draft while I spit it through the wire,
metaphorically speaking I ain't playing with matches,
this is napalm, I spray on the masses of people passing,
so, pay attention and you won't get burned,
I lost my dude it got me thinking maybe it's yo turn,
cause it's tough to lose ya boy when he was so unique,
and the ones who still alive playing flavor of the week,
getting by on they neighbors behalf like sugar sweets,
and I bet don't sweat when they freak in the sheets,
sometimes I just wonder how they manage to breath,
whether hamsters run laps, to power what they think,
Listen Lord, I'm just asking why these fools get to stay,
and my man had to up and go away to another place,
no more calls from my dude saying let's meet up, he gone,
and no more girls coming up to us asking what we on,
and no more feeling like we old children because we grown,
keep on going til it's over to infinity and beyond,
feels like the darkest clouds can take away the brightest days
tryna stay afloat gotta keep my head above the tidal waves
crashing through my brain sometime I’m scared to close my eyes
dreams of the deceased damn took away another light
its been a couple years safe to say I’m through with tears
recurring fears of the time i got that call
when i was set to leave the country from the summer to the fall
held my head in disbelief that you were actually gone
with the wind can’t pretend that i don’t have to be strong
the hills came alive when you got up on the mic
always on cruise control even though you couldn’t drive
you could get the crowd jumping and running like johnny 5
and i looked up to you cause you believed in me
and everything i hope to be i pray u watch over me
flow tighter than spandex but i don’t demand checks
I’m searching for the reason why He called up my man next
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someone said this all before,
This I know it's at my core,
I'm just tryna make it through,
everyday it's nothing new,
you're just human's what they say,
you can't harp on your mistakes,
Everybody plays the fool,
but everyday is nothing new,
Give me room, mofucka let me proceed,
I can smell it, like metal on a nose ring,
W's, never ever took an L, oh hell,
that's a lie that a human being tells,
themselves, I guess we sell it til it's sold,
bury the past and hope the body stays cold,
flexing like the diaphragm on a microphone,
cause I know where I came from, where I'm fitna go,
now I'm deja vuing at the body viewing,
saw my man there, wish he knew what I'm pursuing,
clue in other people but they minds aren't congruent,
they just can't relate to the thoughts that I facilitate,
but still I rise, even villified,
tryna take a ride and let the blue sub-side,
like a submarine, I'm getting deeper than you folks can go,
on a single breath diving through the dopest soul,
someone said this all before,
This I know it's at my core,
I'm just tryna make it through,
everyday it's nothing new,
you're just human's what they say,
you can't harp on your mistakes,
Everybody plays the fool,
but everyday is nothing new,
i am the soul of the machine bringing life to the beat
a man troubled like marvin with his dad he competes
to be the greatest forever rocking the latest in designer fashion
steady cashin’ the checks just to blow all his load in a flash for respect
premature like velour in a storm it gets wet - then its over and done
just as quick as it came we live fast die young like a tick in the mane
of lion we trying hard to latch on to kings
symbiotic the relationship between you and me
if you see me in the streets you be like yo, who is he?
human nature got relations on the brink of extinct
we escape reality with music, movies and drinks
abusing every avenue to keep from having to think
and steady we sink in the pool of reflection
searching for our inner selves in between the flexing
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Who the fuck is this? you ain't get the memo,
Shiiiit I'm in the building and I'm bout to do a demo,
lition, confirming every single premonition,
when I'm in here flipping switches and commencing the ignition,
seeing mushroom clouds, but is it real or are you tripping,
watch for what they slipping in those drinks that you be sipping,
a lot people criticize your style cause you different,
they'd rather call you crazy cause it's simple and dismissive,
so you better listen to those floating apparitions,
tryna warn you of the future like they on some charles dickens,
man I'm going far like a shooting star with it's own orbit curving
through the solar system to the outer limits, and back
once every, seventy, five years,
my legacy as a heavenly being arrives here and leaves,
I get a moment to witness what y'all see,
assembling y'all lives with parts that faulty, well,
maybe ask the manufacturer to fix it,
sometimes the box comes with parts that go missing,
for whatever cause or reason, so you don't feel completed,
like when you need ingredients but they all out of season,
and that's the spice of life so your feeling underseasoned,
you wanna find some joy but then you find a hundred reasons,
not to do a thing, but to sit and wait for greatness,
but I've never seen that strategy help man attain it,
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I'm the coldest, and you know it,
and If it's dope motha fucka I wrote it,
try to stop me, I keep going,
til the whole world's mine and I own it,
I'm the coldest, and you know it,
and If it's dope motha fucka I wrote it,
never fakin' never folding,
these wheels just keep on rolling,
Cadillacing round in a low key whip,
No dope in the car, just dro in the wind,
coulda got a little higher just holding it in,
but I ain't no frequent flyer, taking boeings for a spin,
I got, too many words and not enough minutes,
to reach the guiness with a run on sentence that's infinite,
so I sip it instead, another stout with some head,
like those movie stars scantility clad up in the bed,
I'm perplexed by the future I ain't heard yet,
not the trap rapper but the one that ain't occurred yet,
smooth as a fur that leaves you itchy on the surface,
allergic to fake shit my rhymes are zyrtec,
I perfect flows like duplicating clothes,
with the 50-50 blend feeling soft as a doe's head,
velvet I bide my time then I sell it for some lyrics
with a beat and a message that's compelling,
and you know it,
and If it's dope motha fucka I wrote it,
try to stop me, I keep going,
til the whole world's mine and I own it,
I'm the coldest, and you know it,
and If it's dope motha fucka I wrote it,
never fakin' never folding,
these wheels just keep on rolling,
my style’s sharper than the suits of Bob Barker
hope the image i create with these words becomes cemented
like handprints on sidewalks peep the way that I talk
southern with the drawl my words crawl like a high sloth
they say that i talk too fast but you just listen slow
if i say whereabout then without a doubt that means where are you fixed to go
and I’m cooling in the cut while I’m cruising this automatic
gotta keep my neck tight cuz i just might suffocate from the static
select a track to take me way back into timelapse
compressing hours into seconds while the mind wraps
thoughts of the future linked to the past in a helix
yeah this songs bout the coldest but my DNA is the cleanest
so let it go can’t be frozen in time
feels like the world is inside out but i was chosen to rhyme
you gotta keep moving forward and eventually you’ll find
that emotions are all important so respect, pray and grind
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no memories, of anything,
or any interaction with you whatsoever,
I know you know, but I don't wanna say it,
you wanna say that I should stop and get my shit together,
for, whatever reason sipping 'til the fifth is gone,
sampling the taste of beats I lay my rhythm on,
sometimes a woman don't wanna let you split her thong,
she can leave , me and liquor fitna get it on,
straight and neat up in my glass, fine piece of ass,
this the bottle that you keep, not the one you pass,
like a model with the curvature of several figure 8's,
anticipating when I've had too much and make mistakes,
like clockwork, ticking with some gears missing,
no time for your judging, I'm just reminiscing,
but it's hard to reminisce about the shit that you can't recall,
so I apologize to y'all, sorry cause,
It be working out sometimes,
but I be blacking out sometimes,
whatever I had on my mind,
I can never seem to find,
no memories, of anything,
or any interaction with you whatsoever,
I know you know, but I don't wanna say it,
you wanna say that I should stop and get my shit together,
but you don't live forever so why not live it up,
if I ain't drinking then I'm thinking how to fill my cup,
and I done drank enough for you and me and all of us,
but sometimes the glass really ain't tall enough,
to measure up to the heights that I wish I'd reach,
like landfills full of empty bottles broken dreams,
focusing on all the negatives can bring you down,
below zero like mortal kombat in different rounds,
I'd rather listen to the sound of a love song,
avoid the moment when I realize the love's gone,
the fucks wrong with a man on his own,
tryna supplement the pain when he's alone, cause
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where they at tho 2x
watch me do it how I do it like a natural,
keep a woman wetter than a boat,
while I'm writing quotes, when I'm in between strokes,
I hit the fairway, tryna hit the green,
now I'm the in the hole, you know, what the fuck I mean,
18 years later in a lot of debt,
a whole lot of debt for a chick that I done spent,
5 minutes with, maybe less, maybe more,
I was a lil drunk where the fuck the time go,
stay tripping over women that I fell for,
til I'm the one with a son for whom the bells tolls,
tongue wagging like I got adidas shell toes,
stepping out an eldo with sticky like velcro,
fairly new to the whole "be grown" advice,
but consequences correspond to the owner's vice,
and how addicted you can get when you over zealous,
all your bands gone, now you singing acapella,
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge,
I'm trying not to lose my bread, uh uh uh
I’m more than average like a civilized savage
i was placed upon a pedestal so they could see my habits
all natural in my habitat bullshit i ain’t having that
grew up with light poles and pine trees by my cabbage patch
but this ain’t dancing with the stars just straight bars
my flow is heavy metal with my foot on the pedal
no guns and roses for the chosen few who meddle to obstruct my view
fuck u, pay me - go sneeze into a hanky
cuz only babies whine about another brotha’s shine
u lonely? maybe I’d be so kind to spend some time
so stay a while and listen El Diablo’s in the kitchen
And I’m cooking up another quick and dirty premonition
using words for ammunition and my trigger finger’s itching
to unload a couple rounds and drop bombs on ya senses
I’m calm yet dismissive with the negative thoughts
and I’m living on the edge like tightrope walk - I’m out
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Y'all staying talking like clocks,
ticking me off, yo rhymthm be off,
I rarely go soft like the victims I take,
money I make on the bed that I shake,
fake, maybe so just for the stage,
I just take a page out the mainstream rappers of the day,
falsify everything I say,
while I make beats like I cloned just blaze,
blas-phemy, like I'm acting in a play,
thinking it's real, but I charge you matinee,
lines and rhymes raw like I'm back in the day,
back to pulp fiction now I'm cracking the case,
briefly, like a brief case full of cash,
over evidence of a room full of hash,
at my residence where the door got bashed,
but plants get planted like farm land,
aw damn, thought I'd reach a rest stop,
but the letter z in my alphabet gone,
so dehyrdrated I can't sweat y'all,
heat stroke got it from the fire on my next song,
but I'm resurrected like I'm lazarus,
black mail executives so they can't cancel us,
double negatives turn into a positive,
we sound alike but we really more like homonyms,
problem is y'all complain but don't really solve shit,
either way the globe keep on revolving,
pall bearer, carrying, I can't falter,
fat pat playing mayne I wanna be a baller,
shot caller, point guard on the court,
baby baby, here's a hit you can't abort,
gotta bear it like joy or some bad news,
don't want to be it but it's needed so what have you,
aquemini still bumping til the bass die,
what's my dream, me and 3 stacks face time,
my scheme, well, I'm self absorbed,
thinking I only exist and the world ain't yours, ha,
naw that's just a parody,
some modern men think why, don't they stare at me,
entitlement like vitals and they barely,
got enough talent like the sand man preparing,
say you fly but you don't got enough airspeed,
to get up off the run way, maybe one day,
that ain't in the days that's from Monday to Sunday,
tryna make paper but you couldn't make the front page,
I can't emphasize my disdain for bitch made, dull brains
thinking that they sharper than a switchblade,
but couldn't cut slack or class in the fifth grade,
white belts tryna kick it with the sensei,
myself, I know I aint the best,
but I'll be damned if a man beat me to success,
beating my chest on top of the empire next,
who got the fire don't require a guess,
cause you know, that I flow like jets,
high mach speeds your propeller ain't spinning yet,
in effect like echo or re-verb,
on a different page like the 80s with a beeper,
I'm in the house like congress with a speaker,
or kid n play kicking heals to the beat,
loop this, leaving it playing on repeat,
musical chairs, y'all other rappers have a seat,
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