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Lao Tzu
02:14
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Lao Tzu
Can it be up in the canopies?
Laughing at gravity, head in the clouds,
Heading to town, why are they mad at me?
Half of these fuckers, don’t want me around-
Bare bloody knuckles, displaying my hustle,
I’m laying foundation, belaying my sound,
Whenever I’m playing a show out in England,
Believe me they pay me in pounds.
Paying by the ounce, or the oz, either way you know that it’s og,
Just like the Kogi truck, if you don’t want beef duck, finna be lit off that stickiest stuff,
Got me stuck, on the edge of the map, in periphery,
Hickery dickery stop- that’s a ridiculous clock,
You want ridiculous? Watch- knee-high socks rocking flippity flops,
Quit trying to tell me what’s hot, I grew up in Phoenix then blew out some smoke,
My eyes are the greenest and not out of envy, outta this world, come find me on Venus already,
Combining my genius with Henny, and man is it heavy make sure, yo manners are ready before,
You pick up a knife and a fork in the road when you gambling for the control of yo soul
Can it be up in the canopies?
Laughing at gravity, head in the clouds,
Heading to town, why are they mad at me?
Half of these fuckers, don’t want me around-
Bare bloody knuckles, displaying my hustle,
I’m laying foundation, belaying my sound,
Whenever I’m playing a show out in England,
Believe me they pay me in pounds.
I be in a whole nother game, so fuck ya major league, fuck away from me, do not hesitate,
Fuck the hate for hate’s sake and fuck a fake facade; I’m slaying snakes with a grey rake, fuck up outta my lawn,
These are facts boy I used to landscape, and now my landowner pays me wait-
That don’t make sense, it don’t have to, I’m making ends meet like ya back do,
Like Chinese finger traps dude, don’t put me into a bad mood, I might snap you in a snafu,
That’s math too, or two halves, I don’t act cool, no doo rags, And I don’t
And I don’t… And I don’t…
And I don’t, And I don’t And I don’t
And I don’t… And I don’t…
And I don’t, And I don’t And I don’t
And I won’t No I won’t
No I don’t no I won’t
And you oughta know-
Can it be up in the canopies?
Laughing at gravity, head in the clouds,
Heading to town, why are they mad at me?
Half of these fuckers, don’t want me around-
Bare bloody knuckles, displaying my hustle,
I’m laying foundation, belaying my sound,
Whenever I’m playing a show out in England,
Believe me they pay me in pounds.
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2. |
Machiavelli
01:30
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Love it or hate it, Machiavelli,
Looking for trouble, binocular ready,
Popular people, are popping confetti,
I stay in the grotto, and study the Getty,
My god-
Stay in tomorrow, progressing my art,
What are the odds?
My pockets are heavy, and so is the law, so is the law-
I break it a lot, follow my heart,
Like it was a job, get off my jock,
My ziggurat, built it myself, block after block,
Plot after plot, without afterthought, no after target, as final market,
Such economics, are in the margins, or in the marshes, no time for cautions,
Either way gon’ start a moshpit, I’m on my shit, I’m a martian,
Only way to my apartment, is a rocket, I’m a rock it, just like Barack,
Can’t hear the haters when I’m at the top, my top-down that’s a naked whip,
Take a risk, take ya pick, drain a fifth, play to win, dangerous, my plate depends,
On who I’m with, but my paygrade, remaining thick, and my paystub is way fit,
When that bass hit, like May’s fists, get knocked out yo Asics, I’m shifting yo axis,
This mix is so brackish, it’s mo’fucking dirty
& life don’t owe you shit, but that bitch is kinda flirty-
What are the odds? What are the odds?
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3. |
Universe U
01:36
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I said fuck being civic that’s a gimmick, too damn committed,
Like a young Charles Simic, independent by the minute hold up, this a hold up,
Hand over the linen, start repenting, this the beginning aahh-
This the beginning of something that’s hot, I am beginning to believe you’re not,
All of you Instagram following thots, following soon when I stop, following you, I don’t flock,
Following food I don’t floss, still crack a smile as wide as the Nile and laugh at my flaws on God,
Put it on gauze, I’m rapping a lot these days, I’m rapping a lot these days,
I am a stone and you are the lake,
Dropping my music producing these waves,
You are the universe show you the way,
Show you away from the show like a chauffeur, a chimney smoker,
Jimminy Crickets a cobra, snakes in the grass, with the four leaf clovers, four weeks closer,
To closing in like a safety pin, paint a pretty picture with a shitty pen, then pay for lunch using my two cents, burn a building baad with the wrong blueprints, GOTDAMN
I’m rapping a lot these days, I’m rapping a lot these days,
I am a stone and you are the lake,
Dropping my music producing these waves,
You are the universe show you the way…
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4. |
Swear (feat. Lord Hanes)
02:10
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Rabichow:
Making music Cali G producing,
Mussolini murder, regardless what ya heard of,
Word of mouth, I don’t gotta be assertive, turn up how?
I don’t even go to parties, just burn up loud,
Salem on a witch hunt, hit it, which blunt?
Uhhh- either way you want it, but either way, don’t flaunt it,
Cause people try to take advantage of a Pocahontas,
Rather lay low, let the bass roll for me, joke around with hannes, being honest, on and on without the tonic, I’m beyond ironic, on the verge bionic, that’s a better way to put it when I’m on it,
Motherfucking toxic, where are the doctors, you weren’t prepared for that proper, stop it,
Rappers be acting obnoxious, ostrich, head in the sand always buried in gossip, swear
Lord Hanes:
yo yo they swear they gon run up on me/
they swear they gon catch me on E/
they swear they gon catch me on E/
my tank full but im really on E/
ride around town but im never lonely/
got vespa boyz in the cut worldwide lowkey/
me and rabichow smoking loud man its typical/
Shawty hit the mids and she claim to see visuals/
I burn rubber in my got damn jetta/
Bumpin OGC, ash my leaf on the leather/
interior/
EC 53 in your area/
spare me the/ antics but i yam The One// to go
go dumb in the spot,/
hate to play the part but i yam that villain,/ smokin on kill got me feelin like krillin,/
Vespa Boys drunk in this bitch give a fuhhh how you feeling/
Rabichow:
Low Lo on the boards, welcome to my world, this side of the morgue,
Moon rocks on the shore, boondocks at its core, on the porch, with plenty of support,
I suppose, it’s important, to warn ‘em-
Lord Hanes:
I feel like joe pesci wit all of this shrimp-/ rappers is eager they all want some chips-/
you are so soft and porous/ you will not last in this forest/
But steppin up bredren know that you get killed /
given da skills and the weapons we wield/
Lord Hanes and Rabichow grillin fasho,/
if its squad in the house than we stealin ya hoes/
game leaf hanging my mouth/
Shawty booty looking like a barrel fulla stout /
WHAT IS U BOUT/
Imma eat the pussy then I gotta be out/ peace-
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5. |
Ronin
02:20
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She stinging nettle with pink petals,
Stringing 'em up into puppets and wooden gepettos, i do what i want like carmelo, then reload, my weapon, my lyrical penchant, i live in the present, born in the past, die in the future, and crumble to ash, having a bonfire, fuel it with cash,
I am the moment preceding the crash,
Own it ronin, rolling samurai,
Only when I'm slowly rolling by,
Holy heaven solely when I'm high,
Floating lonely find me in the sky,
Ya don't get it, i get it, get out of here,
Gotta get a gut like Buddha before it becomes clear, give intuition permission, to steer,
Instead of bitching and wishing, i let my ambition envision a mission of fission, efficient with energy here,
Take a sample example, considering this a manual, everyone is an animal,
What isn't understandable, is this-
Why ya words hit with the force of the fist, when the force of the 5th is fucked, when the courts is just as fucked, of course my course is off somewhat, this course of action catch me swerving past 'em, sideways off of the blunt, off of the jump, offered to jump, off of the page,
Offer to pay me all you want, bruuuh-
It doesn't even matter, every day I'm getting madder, a matter of fact thanks to my syntax patterns,
A pat on the back, don't mean shit to me, used to bumping ratatat and studying the history, of hip hop backpack, rap before the industry,
Even though i gotta pad i guarantee I'm in the streets, with acapella beats,
Spitting with the g's, compelling a freestyle, with a free style, can i finish please?
Own it ronin, rolling samurai,
Only when I'm slowly rolling by,
Holy heaven solely when I'm high,
Floating lonely find me in the sky…
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6. |
Mononoke
02:49
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Intravenous it's in my blood,
Inner demons, and skeletons,
Thinner veils, and inner secrets,
Swimming through my aortas,
Like pay up bruh, you knew the price,
What ails ya? Put it over ice,
A polar bear, when I roll the dice,
See snake eyes so I roll it twice,
Nice with the words like a Pulitzer Prize, fighting my battles from on the inside, typing these lyrics to get through the nights, outta control cutting strings off of kites, soaring-
No Ralph Lauren, ya'll boring, blah blah blah, rocking benibla, ha ha, yeah, my clothing is foreign, so I am euphoric, and my hat is backwards, my thinking is forward, when I'm in the backwoods, jot ink in the borders, of too many black books,
An apple a day keep the doctor away, shit I don't got a Mac book,
Still pack kush, like Flatbush, losing the lighter deep in the recliner, just hand me the matchbook, playa you past shook, i come with a fast hook, i'm whipping this poetry Margaret Atwood, you want analogies, I'm like a fat cook, cause it’s that good,
Intravenous it's in my blood,
Inner demons, and skeletons,
Thinner veils, and inner secrets,
Swimming through my aortas,
I am the only one left on this planet,
Hidden valley, Escondido, Hispanic,
Environment, vying for influence, over my fluency, always expanding, I do know my place, I don't chase money, and I don't trust banks, I don't save face, buffalo bill, basing my home-base off amityville, panicking will do you no good,
Coded emotions are motioning drones, they never condone when I'm up in my zone, I never come down like it alone, throw me a bone, throw me a bonus, we of the people are tired of owners, of rulers and governments claiming they know us, then hoeing us out to a lobbying donor with dirty accounts,
Intravenous it's in my blood,
Inner demons, and skeletons,
Thinner veils, and inner secrets,
Swimming through my aortas…
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rabichow Los Angeles, California
this bout that lifestyle
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