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Loop In
01:33
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Pragmatic, enthusiastically passive, more catatonic promises, time for some inaction/What was an open letter to the the fakin jax coalition is now a telegram with a self destruct post script/Gaunt limbs like a River Styxx mariner, ferry carrion off to the bone yard with no burial/Harbingers of fear mongering, mob rule zombie camaraderie, opportunist solicit novelties and tricknology, commoner with bomb threat coercion, in the conquest of commerce, sarcophagi call to royalty urgently/ Protocol is stegosaurus barb shard bombardery, you bark with idolatrous ideology/ gaudy with accoutrements exhumed from putrid lucre, yet amuse such collusion, the Louis V ghouls groove to it/Conspire to bind Garvey in a pinstriped chicken wire collar, then cringe at false vindication offered/ Laborers starved and parched, yet the charlatans yield leverage, clout and bargaining power, print more Monopoly dollars/ Napoleonic manifestos are de facto and flaccid, apex predator scour rhyme sessions leaving Ajax residue/Rap is now a discotheque of replicant decadence, supplicants accept the jux, juxtapose loathing and love of it/ Blood diamond shine kings pocket your bezel for every unrequited demo full of whimsy that I frisbee'd!
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Ya fulla big chat but ya nah know me
I got soul!
For you venomous fang syringe drip slithering amphibians who commit to prick the unwitting
I got cold!
Once I studied and scribbled the cryptic literature, that let me post B-boy posed on these n*ggas
I got gold!
Imma digger relentless, a chicken gristle spitting jiggaboo, who stimulate your xenophobic senses
Im type prone
On my Goines, Not Whore's Son, but the paranoid, post apocalyptic pandemic transient
Not morose or a pessimist, preferably I was Gideon waiting upon my orders, Mr. Mention's in the trenches
You perceived it as emceeing, this monotheistic Christ believer knows this carnal carnival's intriguing, have you feeling...
On Top of the World
(Every bloodcl*t ting)
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Motorcade Diaries
01:26
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Sheeewww
This is motorcade diaries
Cyanide diatribes from the podium
Malign a mogul shine golem
Illuminati Eye of Horus, swollen sty bonus
Slight of hand chicanery practitioners
Mind control sufficient by design
We're indifferent and dismissive
The fallacy is so attractive, avarice intrinsic
Dilapidated tenements, decay is celebrated
Baby, these are strange days
Frivolity is too costly
Moral erosion's norm, the populace opt for stimulants
Criminals are lauded
The trend minions, undaunted
The trigger man is pitied, though his victim wasn't privy
Hear petitions for alms, the response? vitriolic
The slogan is 'Ho, get off me',
We'll harvest minus a pardon
Your word's no longer binding, yet everyone plays the prophet
Sacrificing autonomy, puppeteered by a parliament
Just nod to the apocryphal cockney and keep it raucous
Party like its 1-9-9-9- faulty visual cortex
With no conscience or context
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It's A Trap!!!
01:30
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The scowled at the fact the scroungers down tempo Barter Town was Downs Syndrome, lounge with the Baskerville contingents/ More Orwellian predisposed Orlok genetic blood letting, be advised forgo the Wellington and tell em of the/ Manga poison tentacle, cyclical curricula sicker pilgrim dreg skilled with Gilgamesh adrenaline/ Hack a Jack-O-Lantern tandem Ichabod missiles, If I give the nod, you prodded with a Sing Sing limerick/ Ocelot claws, bloody knicker-bock slang codger, offer my remorse for all the force fed forged fodder/ Chorus of despondent wails bellow for the forefathers/ Psalms from the choir sang a war room melody/ Oboe and a cellist, now a melancholy ballad plays, malice reigns, shackled in happenstance by these salad days/ Metropolitan topography dank as a sewer drain/ Scholarly Hammer/Sickle cosmonaut author to cough disdain/Sassenrath rebel advancing the current source code, rattletrap methods endorsing the genre's stress erosion/ Baffling rap brethren, you attack with a flare for hilarious snaps, for said infractions, my battle axe is buried in/ Sound bombing with abominable brolic yeti yell, extract the pennyworth from a treble clef til the shilling bends/ Cipher defiler who blight your gathering on relapse, cordially employ politeness, ITS A TRAP!!!!
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Glitz Pig
02:00
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Gonna be a Glitz Pig
Grunt and roll bloated pudgy blubber in the mud hole
Pork portfolio, sludge slow, hog protocol, to the throat goes the whole trough, swollen
Chicharon speakerbox, supreme snot preening, tusk gore beacon in the jaw, projected end careening
Course blood matted, hooves gallop so voracious, famished scavenger who garrote any quarry to the gallows,
The fiend for the salt brine sallow, but the lard marred trichina cause edema, til he mimic Large Marge
The litters now a litany of hungry little gullets, rushing toward the prickled nipple of a solitary titty
The moniker's perjorative, embodying the omnivore milling, excavating snout rooting through the swill pen
Til this lil Chesesi went to market, courtesy of slaughterhouse saws revolving, now he butcher block ballin
Hook
We all in it til it all ends
You Boss Hoggin on your grind, but its all sausage
The gutter's barren, long lines, and we all starvin
and get ahead just to discover that its all garbage
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Moonshine...King of the monkeys/
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As soon as I get Brother Seamus's verse, it will be posted.
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The Function
02:12
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It beckons like an Uncle Lionel second line strut, to a Ruffin trump blast and emblazoned umbrellas/ Pigeontown Steppers cut a jitterbug, cousin/ And you scuff Buffalinos at the Get it girl function/ Sissy-bo's love it, so they flew flock deep in a coven/ The cut throats yellin, Twerk sump'in/ She pull a double shift like an underpaid typewriter simian, in other words, Work dat monkay!
Comin through live from the function
Ayo, we cold just bust in
My people on line and they want in
And if you dont comply with the bosses
Her bum's the circumference of a plum in the jeans
and they fiend for the nectarine to burst through the seams,
She shake with the grace of a lacefront, gauged by the gaping craters in faces of onlookers dazed, or faded, gawk at the flesh parade, its straight Bedlam, meshed to a Trigga Man setting, delegates of a shake-a-leg perspective, know the Dixie Cups'll set it off in a second
Hook
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Doxology
01:29
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Im a Christian
Meaning in Christ I'm perfected, His grace, his love and his mercy I'll reflect it
Not through petty efforts of my flesh, but the cross and the passion that lead him, he bled there, no weapon
Forged in the gallows of Gehenna will have precedence
Not physical swords, this artillery's deceptive
The devil threatens severance of the mind, heart, spirit man collective, the Lord reestablishes connection
The relationship aint synonymous with Republican, nor is it antithesis of liberal, we weather the belittling, heading for the precipice of victory, pressing toward the finish, see the ribbon rip, Elijah sprinting swiftly in a drizzle transcending to torrential downpour, for a deluge of blessing, just a prelude, The prayers; intercession for the tearing down of strongholds, raising up a remnant from an arid plain of dry bones, Yes, i was among those in the throng of wrongdoers, sin had a hulks hold, Christ's tug is stronger though, Now I am an arrow in the quiver of the archer's bow, chomping at the bit to strike the target of my given goal
Amen
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The Turn
02:38
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Don't you see...They got your back against the wall, and they want the control , and they hold it... and you wrong
Don't you know...They want ya caught and confined in a bind, so bound to the grind, keep you blind to the facts, and you wrong
Don't you see... the divide, the color line, the brothers, the other kind, we grew from the same vine, and you wrong
Don't you know...The love of money is the root, the fruit is ripe, you see it, you bite, so you delight in demise, and you wrong
This the Turn
its the truth, and it hurts
and we bruise, and we birth
and we curse, and accuse
but it works, so we urge and we crave
and we scheme and devise, while they conquer and divide
so be wise, (eyes open) stay scopin, and listen
be lookin good, in the midst of it all, you gotta stay on your pivot
Listen, you aint in it alone, so stay strong
Cuz this life is a test, and we fail
til we die or we turn.
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Guerrilla Couture
01:53
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Stepped from the check 1, 2 antiquity citadel
Cable knit Coogi collusion and Mode Creation Munich
Admittedly, Im partial to Champion hoodies, witta wooly knit cap for when frigid temperatures blew in
Bubblegooses exhumed, navy blue and cream Clary Wally moccasins constructed for the students
Of Figaro chain glisten enigma who bent the imagery to varying electrical levels of tungsten filament (Shinin!)
Stuck with that insurgent garb sentiment
Garments of guerrilla couture, militant synonym, I reminisce on Nefertiti heads, truck chains, and Motherland medallions, Daisy Age, Native Tongues, Black Steel, and its still Scarface in fedoras, Gangsta Nip and Geto Boys exploited the allure of gore before Horrorcore, while in New Orleans, the Tank and Dollar insignia jockied for top position, inspired so many entrepreneurs, to try to get at success from ground level, shout to you and I at grassroots, truth is substantial.
Hook
Out the loop, but Im cool with that
Never needed a clique or crew, Im used to solitude
Independent, I groove to that tune, you choose the path and utilize the God given x 2
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Out the Loop
01:38
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Peace
Shout to the kid, who's now a man hoping to find his niche
Peace to the pupil some teachers discarded with resentment
No Biddy ball or Little league, prodigious intellect zipped in the young recluse born to the military parents
Some saw a semblance of potential, called me college bound
Other snickered with bitter scorn when I'd come around
Frown a bristled grunt prolific stricken sicker, you are ill prepared to stunt proliferation, the is atypical talon tickle torture, Iron maiden acupuncture, brahma hammer hoof soft shoe, brass knuckle shiatsu
Manifestly Manigault, manifold with a piranhas mandible serrated manic hold, mangle most
The miser's final chaperone will block you on a cold call
The Son of Man accepted and waive the incurred charges
Another purge in hopes this offering of braided phrases that may never see me paid, but I relayed them anyway.
Hook
Still on the outside weathering the elements
in the mix and in the midst of everything
Mellow and Im chillin
The coolest of the cool is who would shun me
They got me where they want me and and thats where I'd rather/wants to be
And Im stayin Out the Loop.
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We Out
00:47
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You're all WELCOME!....Enjoy.
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