1. |
Black Will Hunting
02:52
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Rhyme drops got grime on my socks,
Unwind wipe time off the clocks.
Grinding the rocks down to a sandlot,
Your prints on a wack manuscript and my hands not.
They said nah he'll never be done,
Believe in the son, syndicate the rerun.
Worth a couple hundred mil in relative wealth,
Urban myth felt made a tall tale of himself.
Maintained circulation through the drought see,
You ain't gotta ask, they was just talking bout me.
We made it hot, not for the station,
Just for the stake in thought provocation.
Plot for the biz, got what it is?
Problem ain't his, y'all not my kids.
Repeat and let the track kill something,
I'm through tryna teach y'all, Black Will Hunting.
You gotta raise your own hand,
Beg your own pardon.
You gotta sow your own seeds,
Grow your own garden.
You gotta make your own moves,
Book your own travels.
Pick your own fruit,
Now, how you like them apples?
Booked a thousand miles on the hook,
Styles on the lookout, clout chasers afoot.
They on the hunt, they need a look,
Sit your ass down motherfucker read a book.
They never really got the most of me,
Workforce mostly, not doing what he supposed to be.
A genius out his own inquisitive,
Awareness. It's some savant ijit?
His motive is legit tho,
Kept it low from the get go, knew it was a shitshow.
Nah bro, got a win I can't split wit you,
You're not crew, let me through we got shit to do.
Schemes plotted to me it seems obvious we,
Run it autonomously, supreme sloppy-ness.
He off of this and leave the track still bumpin,
I’m though tryna teach y’all, Black Will Hunting.
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2. |
Miracle @ Dirty-4th St.
04:53
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SOW:
Nooses for the necks while the pockets full of knots
Hangin custom garment cut from a different cloth
if I open our catalog shit’ll be catastroph
Countless corpses involved frozen bodies to thaw
Deeply rooted got a gun at the stem
I was writing even when I was dodging the pen
A curse and a gift i shift hearse backwards
Reverse breech birth toss niggaz in footfirst
the honor code karma and snakes don't mix
flashbacks couldn't recognize their colors as the poisonous
Ominous points
Benevolent facts
Still- out for a cash stack
still-Shitin what you lack
Angels devils and gods
The rebel anger with thought
scars projecting all the pain that's been involved
Leave it to them, you know they fear what they condemn
Direct to consumer action cut out the middlemen
INZOM:
Skewed mental / loose dental / most don't know thyself / broken matrix / freedom faded / where the mind once dwelled / held captive by the masses / perico from the lands of my people hold you frantic / destino de un Savage / serpents come and vanish / dark skies / clouds forming / when the metal rains / and crowds roaring / evil lurkin / hell on Earth storming / can't run now cuz you transforming / turn the blind eye but can't ignore it / it's the energy we harnessed within / dishonest and bent / is all that you give / unbotherered and shit / the holy war is all around while you frolic and bitch / I'm the warning that you prayed to God you would get / so thru speakers we convey what is meant / the pure truth / cut loose / from the Shackles / you choose or chose you/ fear not / cuz death is inevitable / but my benevolence is credible / follow in the steps of the generals
DOPAMINE RUSH:
Conditioned with the brave strength
Mind booking on the grind, timeline shape the wavelength
Sounds patterned the moves, The Matter improves
The Hennessy flows, the bladders abused
I gotta hold it in the ill image that i sold it in
Still stingy knowing that I only let it flow within
Back to the force gas up pull the truck off
Workboots and Jordans both scuffed up, fuck off
Gods Devils and Angels don’t matter who’s which
You missed the clues busy looking at my shoes bitch
State your claim and position, Black
Reveal that while my grill hack the facial recognition app
Them sites crash once the drama has passed
Preserve the class like the DOOM or an Anonymous mask
Just so you know its real its all feel when I show the skill
Don’t look at me Lil’ Puppet just… KILL
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3. |
Transcend
03:36
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Just when you thought I would send
An old trend over the edge I'm at it again
The type of sentiment that tend to turn a God to a friend
And vice versa then converse until the particles mend
Let energies blend, the theorems never solved
The equation keeps evolving the scholars wont contend
The peasant takes a shot it’s the unsuspected men
Who break the code then that’s the cue to Transcend
The masses more clueless the undiscovered win
Them fascists so foolish don't pay attention
Attempting to defend beliefs you’ll descend
To lower-level intellect then it sets in
The tensions un-calming the sense is not common
Prevention's not falling for the distraction
Whether you stay woke or sleep through the gem
Stay steady on the K.I.M then Transcend
The rhythm match my heartbeat an inverse intent
Endorphins are pumping the brain piece commends
The closest he's got to the fence of opulence
A Dopamine shot, sense of accomplishment
The crew is still lit yeah the Points get across
This not only for the cause but for self-fulfillment
Internalize the process, execute then trending
Off and online when the music Transcend
And when it Transcend…
It takes the dreams and visions with it
Say what he needs, the conditions fit it
Then shape shift from a weightless plate of matter
To soundscapes draped in a playlist’s Metadata
Takes all the dreams and visions with it
Say what he needs, the conditions fit it
Then shape shift from a weightless plate of matter
To soundscape draped in a playlist’s Metadata
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4. |
Rush : Distinguished
02:04
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Opened the soil - rap seed there
Coconut oil - nappy beard
Old school so feared - campus cleared
Premethius bang the drums - “The Champ is here!”
This how we do it comparisons paled
Equivalent at an angle - not drawn to scale
Congruent at most yo - leaves room for growth tho
Disbelief shown - revealing the host flow
Signal jamming phones range the roams lost
Saying this the original strain they clipped the clones off
No post pictures - going for the throat bitches
With no witnesses clean hands - soap dishes
It’s The Points this the joint when ellipsis get continued
No price or description on the menu
Using a timeless tell - no contest of wealth
Music defines itself - thats where we dwell
4 plus four decades Rush : Distinguished
Stopwatch - more seconds for the fiendish
Sure, check him for diseases
Reason being, sick thoughts seem reckless for a genius
Too grown for the mood throwin’
New zones, still a few clones
Home watching through drones
Young Lil’s making dumb mils
While the old ones broke - Apple's got a new phone
Checks to be cleared - perplexed wit a beard
Wreck steps, another tier all his flexes is weird
It's the Tangent - It's the Points
It's the self that they feared
Top shelf outta reach for the welch
Propeller gearbox failed
Another dirt version - grit emerging
From that binge flirt burnt out excursion
He like a surgeon
With the pen scalpel - cuttin' soprano to alto
Every time I’m in route yo pussy rappers been outro
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5. |
Fast Mood
02:55
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Was in the mood for it,
But never moved toward it. Nah….
Just didn’t fit my protocol.
Vision blurred, speech slurred,
Top quality assured, thats with each word.
Migrated inland, kinda miss the beaches,
Might move to the country just for the peaches.
Peep this, them some Presidents I dig better,
Shout the fam, scribe P.O.E in the big letters,
Trendsetters and the show vibes blend better,
Roll tight, Milk & Lyte in twin Jettas.
Name on respek, cash the liquor, pour the check,
Live and direct i'ma live and die wrecked.
Off hiatus, see that they still hate us? indeed,
Not here for the props or the looks, what I need -
Some new bitches, a cool percentage on the back end,
Came out the woodwork just to work the wood back in.
Return of the metaphor medic,
Ran back and exchanged them props for store credit.
Might have the mind for it,
But not the time for it.
And if the patience not virtuous enough to employ,
Then them regrets the current rate of exchange.
I’m simply saying y’all…
Might have the flare for it,
But unprepared for it.
The dry flows in the waves and that viral sensations,
Fake heat coming out the microwave.
I'm just sayin'...
Walking miles takes it toll, feet swole, yo this beats outta control it seems,
One would say that Young King Cole
Was a merry old soul but a very old soul was Preme.
The memes circulating, the dreams are deflating,
There's cream on the plate now ain't no time for hesitating.
Quit playing, crack the asphalt, carve your own lane,
There's something to be said bout what they're not saying.
Display and - vision, watching the opposition,
Failing miserably, caught up in chasing top position.
Yeah they talmbout do you, but treat it like it's voodoo,
Unto others as yourself, ‘memba that?
Practice some humility, thats the balancing act.
Stealth up young Black, quit crying on tracks.
Those your personal feelings, save some,
Slow the pace and rehearse the revealing,
Reservation and Resilience,
Might have the mind for it,
But not the time for it.
And if the patience not virtuous enough to employ,
Then them regrets the current rate of exchange.
I’m simply saying y’all…
Might have the flare for it,
But unprepared for it.
The dry flows in the waves and that viral sensations,
Fake heat coming out the microwave.
I'm just sayin'...
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6. |
Prof. Entropy
01:27
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Disguised at the point where precision lies,
Ties severed at the Bridge Of Sighs.
And mines never in the line of fire,
Signs foreshadowed what i acquired.
Off different vibes.
A kick to send this off the hinges,
Broken back together, syllabic ,
A wreck will mend this.
Can’t calc exact line of degree,
Not right, not quite the L but Near 93.
Carry weight, a Canterbury Tales sonnet,
Turtle outrun the rabbit while the shell is on it.
Dig this, go ‘head and put the shovel on it,
We str8 huh? I wouldn’t put the level on it.
Points…
Get down or start plankin’, y’all thinking’s late,
Rhyme float heavy fresh off the ankle weight.
Tank full of dry paint for the town,
Black for the entropy, Taupe for the crowd.
4 sets of 4, all the hopefuls allowed,
Clap for The Prestige, clone biters can drown.
Wow….
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7. |
Staunch Candidate
03:28
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DOPAMINE RUSH:
On the blocks posted, sauced with both coasts,
Affiliated. toast to my staunch approach.
Most salute to my power, protect the staff,
10,000 hours to perfect the craft.
Oh, that’s lightwork, question is the name of the game, Alex,
Acquired talents, acquired tastes tame palettes.
Moscato poured twice in the same chalice,
Cookies in the splice to maintain balance.
And here’s the challenge, distraught,
Somewhere between “what were you thinking?”
and “fuck what you thought”.
Plucked heart strings, fluctuate the diction, endquote,
Spit a moving phrase, punctuation spoke.
E - double L - I - P - SIS,
Yak Music to The Thesis, we spits.
School curriculums, since ubiquitous,
Lunchroom Mean Boys, y’all can’t spit wit us.
DEX RIFFRAFF MCGRIFF:
Damn
That cat famished-/
Hopped on The Track so fast
The cat vanished/
Black put it 'down'
No cap,
the map damaged/
Peep the mack rd signage
collapsed
My rap spanage
Fanning
Like packs
On the trap corners
When the machs brandished/
Yet cats lyin bout it in raps
Yall act fannish-/
Chill bumpin the smack
niggas a stop slandering-/
I'm tryina double my stack
Business on out handling/
I
• Sent the contract right back
I'm not pandering
To flok cantor
It's not banter
Its staunched candoring
They
Ain't understand like I talk mandarin/
And stay runnin up
like they crossed with brock Samson, and Ross Hamilton/
I
Don't walk
Stand
Slap hand
Or act friends
I'm no pop fan
Rap jams
And Rock bands/
And i
Know who talkin to boss man
off a soft glance
They got
Big mouth
with loud colors
And soft hands/
That's a
2016 bar
My half jokes tunin to facts/
And word
I never heard of you cats/
I'm set in
My ways
And since day one
Its was Fuck dat/
I know it's the 20s
but Fuck spats
So Fuck @'s
DELIV:
We in a state if uncertainty and a mass depression/
Is this my call from the curtain runnin from massive weapons/
We all fallin from glory the church is lacking reverends/
Guess if you ballin then you can afford a pass to heaven/
Send you to hell before you had a chance to cash your check in/
I'm livin well but I can't lie a nigga really stressin/
Sometimes you gotta take the time to sit and count your blessings/
The setbacks we encounter teach us the greatest lessons/
They ring the bell and I'm already in a different class/
New lane, new wave, switchin aves/
I write these bars on a cell and call it my prison raps/
You little miniscule niggas couldn't envision that/
and if you diss him you try to take the decision back
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8. |
Synapse
02:46
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They tried to keep him at bay,
And said not to wake the beast, he doesn’t sleep anyway.
Lured me to beat the fury, hurry hurrying now,
Scared as shit when he’s around, nothing to worry about.
Nah… we preachin’ peace cochise not the old beef,
Gold leaf in his piece like some gold teeth.
Next library show make the books glow,
Launch a verse, hail mary throw, then the hooks go.
At that price, rewrite life’s physics go,
Stash the flash digital package off Zyzzyx Rd.
Wherever declared I’m here don’t go there,
Phantom affair, so rare, everywhere and nowhere.
Still, collect respect, daps, pats, and big ups,
Abundance of love, chest jump like the hiccups.
Then black noise transformer fed appliance,
How his name stay buzzin in the silence?
Minus the selective giants in the biz,
Points is the finest quality of highest grade alliances.
A brief synopsis of where we at, why they can’t compare with that.
Encoded the known factors, fuck the stats.
This cat, serene wit poise but, psycho from trauma,
Distinctive voice, Michael McDonald.
Raps is synapses to keep endorphines allotted,
You don't know his name by now and where he got it??
They infiltrated his sleep,
Familiar role but indiscreet, he never played it this deep.
The hate’ll seep through the hairs on his cheek,
Godfather kiss the weak, then the Earth shall inherit the meek.
That’s still the hottest scam, the most modest of man,
Out front of the smallest of crowds, the most honest-est fans.
Was it the God or the Goddesses plan?
That kept me rockin’ in an alternative pocket like Alanis’ hand.
Damn, that’s thoro rap, neurotransmitters in the gap,
Vertigo triggered disoriented spitters relax.
It’s doctor’s orders, nanomeds in concocted waters,
Heat signature drones scanning our blocks and corners.
Nights shorter, days is long,
Promote the fear so enslave us all, new world isn’t brave at all,
Enforce the thought, it’ll keeps endorphines allotted,
You don't know his name by now and where he got it??
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9. |
BLVCK W1LL HXNT1NG
03:11
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Rhyme drops got grime on my socks,
Unwind wipe time off the clocks.
Grinding the rocks down to a sandlot,
Your prints on a wack manuscript and my hands not.
They said nah he'll never be done,
Believe in the son, syndicate the rerun.
Worth a couple hundred mil in relative wealth,
Urban myth felt made a tall tale of himself.
Maintained circulation through the drought see,
You ain't gotta ask, they was just talking bout me.
We made it hot, not for the station,
Just for the stake in thought provocation.
Plot for the biz, got what it is?
Problem ain't his, y'all not my kids.
Repeat and let the track kill something,
I'm through tryna teach y'all, Black Will Hunting.
You gotta raise your own hand,
Beg your own pardon.
You gotta sow your own seeds,
Grow your own garden.
You gotta make your own moves,
Book your own travels.
Pick your own fruit,
Now, how you like them apples?
Booked a thousand miles on the hook,
Styles on the lookout, clout chasers afoot.
They on the hunt, they need a look,
Sit your ass down motherfucker read a book.
They never really got the most of me,
Workforce mostly, not doing what he supposed to be.
A genius out his own inquisitive,
Awareness. It's some savant ijit?
His motive is legit tho,
Kept it low from the get go, knew it was a shitshow.
Nah bro, got a win I can't split wit you,
You're not crew, let me through we got shit to do.
Schemes plotted to me it seems obvious we,
Run it autonomously, supreme sloppy-ness.
He off of this and leave the track still bumpin,
I’m though tryna teach y’all, Black Will Hunting.
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