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Rolling, smoking
Laughing, joking
I can’t focus, happy hoping
Can’t stop coughing, might be broken
I can’t open the ibuprofen
Bathroom coke with the backdoor open
Pack dope and a book by Tolkien
Rescue folks with a restroom joke and my rhymes so fresh like a test tube broke
I’m an experimental mc coping with the fact that I can’t be trusted
Not a cokehead, not a cool kid, not a fool, but I can be bested
Investing time into lines on a page, because my mind’s so restless
I tested myself with an eye to the frame, talking shrooms for breakfast
Drink acid, think passive aggressive, I take two hits, then pass it
So classic, sip from a glass, then a flask, then I flash out out the back as practice
They told me keep myself in a lane, but I can’t have it
Pinpointing thoughts on a map of the brain, my lyrics show my madness
Inner sadness, my vigor vanished, I think I’m banished from home
I gotta vanquish any demons creeping, but then I’m back on my own
I swear there’s no such thing as a remedy, except for the moments in a melody
Melatonin and melanin mellow me.
They don’t know better but everybody’s telling me
I know what you need
I know how you feel
Just let it go right now, come on let’s smoke right now
Hold up,
I gotta get it done, before I set upon another journey now
I keep my head up strong
It is never wrong when you get fed up from their lack of faith
I drop it like megaton
I’m afraid that I’m much too proud, talk too much, they don’t trust me now
I’m like Kev please shut your mouth, I’m trying to bloom like a mushroom cloud
I got the benefit now, but the doubt I’ll be better without, a wild crowd is my medicine
How’d I get elegant eloquence that amounts to a hell of a crown?
Pound for pound, the sound profound, and it all surrounds me
Still young so it all scares me
And I am not at all prepared and I am often wary of how far I fell from the monastery
I know what you need
I know how you feel
Just let it go right now, come on let’s smoke right now
Rolling, smoking, laughing, joking, coughing, choking, crying, coping
Losing focus, back and forth and back again but I ain’t notice
Not okay, see I’m just moping, hoping, stoked and trying to get attention
What I need is a minor intervention, writing what I mention, that is my invention
Chilling on the seesaw, black hat hacker like yeehaw
See me horsing around like weesnaw
When meemaw and peepaw had the green card
Thinking about “What could you be, how would you act if they weren’t looking, who are you really, what is your ceiling, what are you feeling, and how can we feel it?”
I know what you need
I know how you feel
Just let it go right now, come on and smoke right now
Stepped away for a second just to breathe
But I know there ain’t nothing but the noise in my brain
I got a dream so clear, I should scream at these folks
But it’s nothing but the noise in my brain, can’t complain
Come on, let’s smoke
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Rappers know that I'm a rock n roller
Eating Yakisoba, lock and load, I'm talking guacamole
Got the pocket full of macaroni and a line from Machiavelli
I can barely watch the telly, please don't hit me on my cell
Filling up my belly, I ain't got no alimony, all these spitters on the stage, not in my category
I've been writing allegories before I heard the soundtrack, hit you with profound facts
I've been living life with my head down, eyes low, rent up
My phone rings but I can't pick up, sick fuck, still stuck in the hole that he dug himself
Keep my head down, eyes low, act up, better back up, pack up
Before they get the backup, breaking out the shackles, throwing off attackers
I don't even wanna really want the money if it means I'll be lost, living by the green of the moss
Killer Croc with chicken pox, looking clean in his Crocs
I'm a fiend for the shock, got the team in a tropical dream with bars
Out in mars, thinking bout the scene that I’ve seen in the stars
The contemplation of constellations, a commonplace kid over-compensating
All I really want is peace
All I really want is love
All I really need is time
Rain drop, drop top, cooking in and cleaning the crock pot
All I wanna be is a rock star, die like Mufasa, vibe Muramasa, smile like Baraka
First of my kind like Barack Obama with divine vinyasa
Climb the casa, sign into Xbox live and I’m lost to the world
My palace in Palestine, my malice be alkaline, my fantasy fantasized, I captain the enterprise
The dream that I set aside, the feeling you’ll never die, the meaning of life that caused Kenan and Kel divide, Making my bucket list as quick as I’m making a buck, I’m lickety split with the stuff
You gotta reckon I’m listening up
A bit caught up inside a kick starter, small, moving forward, I feel like Vince carter
Or maybe I’m that Batman dude meditating out in Kathmandu
Cool kid, dual hit, too sick need a hazmat suit, I'll be flyer than my last tattoo
I’m the shit like I’m outbound food, If you got a message you can pass that through
If you feeling reckless you can blast that proof, but I split from the jive, you can ask Papoose
All I really want peace
All I really want is love
All I really need is time
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Always the last to know
Every single rap like a massive poem
Back at home, I put the masters on
To hear Parker play on the saxophone
On a classic song, ramble on a track, my style like a vagabond
Uncool kid trying to tag a long, but I'm bad to the bone like a Shaggy Dog
Rap a lot, chi so hot I put Kakarot in his catacomb
But, I’m mad emotional, romance foreign tongues like I spoke Catalan
I could prattle on for days, decades, eons camouflaged
Learn a couple riffs by Lamb of God, how am I not the best since Samurai Jack
Sit back at the promenade, drink to the dudes I could nominate, think of the flows I could dominate
And check sonic states on a modern tape
A Kamehameha kind of wave
Fucked up things on my mind today
People be like yo he’s kinda gay
With an Ahmadinejad kinda face
Way shorter than I thought he’d be
Can’t afford to give him the time of day
Fucked up things on my mind today
I don’t fuck with you
You don’t fuck with me
We don’t get along
Let’s just leave it that
Always the last to call
Sick with riffs, I could slash em all
Played basketball, they never passed the ball
But every tall tower has to fall
Classical at Avalon
Headphones, Deftones, Mastodon
They spread secrets, tacit wrong
Whisper, whisper, pass it on
They watch bae like Hasselhoff
They judge me, I cast it off
I punk them like acid rock
Castles, vassals, king but I ain’t got
No Mass appeal, Playing Mass effect
I got the cape and a cowl, I’m a bat detective
I don’t make great deals, I’m a bad selector
But I came this way, so I’m mad defective
Wrote my thoughts down finally
Soul on paper, signed away
Tried to take my life or dreamed that I did, but is it really mine to take?
Fucked up things on my mind today
I don’t fuck with you
You don’t fuck with me
We don’t get along
Let’s just leave it that
I want to be you
You want to be them
They know who they are
Let’s just leave it at that
Fucked up things on my mind today
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Goodbye Mr. Nice Guy
Feeling low in the nighttime, right time to blow in the limelight
I got my devil on the right side
Might fly like a rebel through the white sky
Fight back, sipping on a Mai Tai
The Pied Piper in a tai fighter, aye aye captain looking like an Aye Aye
Right by me, see my life pass
Years go by, it was never that fast
Me oh my, could I ever outlast the last of the rappers that actually rap
I’ll be factually factoring half of these whack actors on a track while my rhapsody cracks
Rap city in the back, my backpack filled with mad tracks that’ll have to attract
Those that’ll listen, don’t wanna miss em, I just gotta be myself
Beat myself in every competition, read by shelves to free my wealth
What do I want? What do you know? How do we grow?
I’ve been getting used to feeling this low, skip a couple shows to wallow at home asking myself
Who could I be, how I would I act if y’all weren’t looking
What am I really
It’s all the same
It never changes
Who I am and what I can become
It’s written in stone or in my blood,
But, I’m getting mad
I’m getting Aggravated
I’m just getting acclimated
I woke up inside a shell to soak in all my affirmations, sick of accusations
Accurately attacking others on an active basis
Me on the needle that’s acupuncture to these rappers faces
Half in stasis and half awake, if happily ever after was happenstance you know I’d have to take it
Run shit like Pappy Mason, happy days and tax evasion
I just took a chance on myself to rap, that’s acid raining
Now I'm actually training, mad refrains, and nasty blaming, taxi, trains, and backseat gaming
Blast from the past as I pass every hallmark
Transform myself with the all-spark, spark in parked car at the Walmart
Fifth round, hit the spliff now, pissed when I got my fist down like an aardvark
Hold me down, none of these people know me now
Lonely how? Only while He’s surrounded by folks that love him
But that folks that love him don’t know that he’s bumming on the rugged with butterflies sitting in his stomach
Man, who could I be
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I got the rhythm, the timing, the bars and the rhyming, the lines on the page and the flow
I’m at the shows, I’m at the front of the stage with a book and a hook that I wrote
I got the feeling I’m nothing that wanna be something, the feeling I wanna be more
I got the glow, I got the shine and vibe, I got the vibe and the glow
I got the feedback, packed like a weed bag, I do not need rap
Speak fast, how has a week past since I believed that
Eat tracks, I need to relax, I tend to detract
Dreamt I was whipping an E class, woke up I’m thinking amnesiac
What does he know
Hours alone, sing in the shower at home
Powers that be versus the flowers that grow, how many cowards have shown their true colors and I
Love them outside, hate them within
Let them all in, Maybe the making of sin, back to the place we begin, where we begin
Voices talking again, Choices locking me in, knock on the door
Properly stock the liquor, prop it up hot like velour
I want a tour, not a new a track to be sure, I want what’s mine and what’s yours
I got the rhythm, the timing, the bars and the rhyming, the lines on the page and the flow
I’m at the shows, I’m at the front of the stage with a book and a hook that I wrote
I got the feeling I’m nothing that wanna be something, the feeling I wanna be more
I got the glow, I got the shine and vibe, I got the vibe and the glow
I got the vision defined and a bowl full of Ramen, my noggin be full to the brim
Talking to him, that is like hearing a hymn, I’m going out on a limb
I got the lightning and the silver lining and I’ve still been dying to see it unfold
What does he know, feeling I’m nothing that wanna be something that wanna be more
Setting it off, got a veteran’s thoughts,
When does the medicine stop, hacking a sedative cough
I'm ahead of em all, rocking a predicate drop
Alien scout, predator clout, I'm on a whole new competitive bout
Feel me, I might be a vogon, no candidate I could vote on
Every single beat I go on, I feel like Gohan, move like a photon
Hitting em special that’s SOCOM, you think your special that’s your problem
I want my legacy prolonged till I float on I am so gone
I like the classical, passively blasting the masochist massive flow
I’m like Jack Cousteau, mad thorough when I read Thoreau
I need to be tactical, they tell me quit rapping I need to be practical
But, I got the talent tho, if you had the talent you’d wanna go get it
I got the rhythm, the timing, the bars and the rhyming, the lines on the page and the flow
I’m at the shows, I’m at the front of the stage with a book and a hook that I wrote
I got the feeling I’m nothing that wanna be something, the feeling I wanna be more
I got the glow, I got the shine and vibe, I got the vibe and the glow
I got the vision defined and a bowl full of Ramen, my noggin be full to the brim
Talking to him, that is like hearing a hymn, I’m going out on a limb
I got the lightning and the silver lining and I’ve still been dying to see it unfold
What does he know, feeling I’m nothing that wanna be something that wanna be more
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Came in like the terminator
Got plans to determine later
When the sermon vague, get gone like a perpetrator
Hit the bong and the percolator
Make a song with the perfect fader
Got no plug, All my boys smoke bud with the purple flavor
If that’s watcha into, no I'm not Hindu, Mace Windu with the purple saber
You can ask Ashar, under pressure, you don’t know me, I’m a nerf evader
I’m trying to earn the paper, turn the tables, burn the vapor, permeate the radio with radiance
Go against the gradient, everybody they be saying I'm the greatest with the shit that I’ve been making
But how have I not made it yet, fame isn’t salient, float through the frame like an alien
Pass out, wake up, no drank
Got her ass out, better break out that bank
Going fast now, cash out like thanks
I’m an ass-clown eating hash-browns, smoke dank
And I really really wanna feel a milli, like I'm milli vanilli, getting silly when I'm chilling with Billy
I mean it’s nothing but that old school rhythm with a new school schism like it’s Goku hitting
This is for the folks who with it and those who isn’t, got their viewpoint hidden
But, I mean no harm, I swear third time's the charm like 0-2 with it
I’m an old fool in my domain, got a nose full of cocaine, eating lo mein,
Never been unhappy being a no name, no need for Rogaine, my tracks be propane
I’m an instant with the classic
I’m an artist
I’m a natural
Came in like the terminator
Like a Schwarzenegger impersonator
I’m short in person, but first to state that no debate could break my pace or take my place
You can not see me like a german hater
We don’t have sex, I germinate her
Exterminating vermin, ain’t concerned, I can’t discern the permanence of a mistake
Every one of my skills is innate, everything that I do is for the intake, for the ingrates, for the inmates
For the intimate, the animate, the insane
Martian Manhunter with the membrane
Sitting with Marsha May and a milkshake
Left early and I’ll still late, left field, outta LI to LA
Red-eye to Philly, fresh outta Bel-Air, they out of Filet, I’m about to bill it
I don’t think ever really learned how to kill it, thought it was a dream to be as ill as Will is,
Watcha talking about, Willis? First things first, rest in peace Uncle Phillip, it's over
I came in like the terminator
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Shooting stars, all I see is light
All I see is patience in her eyes
Space and the divine, I’ve been awaiting my demise
No place, this ain’t the time, let’s just enjoy the day together
"Kev, we ain't getting no younger, the hunger for what’s beyond us won’t matter
If all you're seeing are these questions in the sky, don’t even mention how or why the universe came to be,
What’s a dimensional divide have to do with you or I?"
Well, me and myself and my loneliness -
Before you, you were my only wish, and the day I met you like holy shit
Is my soul-equipped to go from quitting goals and holding bowls, to putting my soul in this?
What is happiness? Is it sappy shit? Wasted my time only asking if
Wasting away on a lasting kiss
Do I have to quit, am I a masochist?
I'm a passive kid, but I'm an activist, or are my tactics way too inadequate?
Who could I be? How would I act if y'all weren't looking?
What am I really?
What am I now? Just an aggregate of average kids and advertisements adding shit and battle rapping advocates
And well none of it matters looking at the...
Shooting stars, all I see is light
Jesus of Nazareth stepping out of a Lazarus pit
Feel like a maverick, this splits like an asterisk
It's what I'm on
They're trying to see what I’m on
A diamond in the rough, like Simon
I could never crawl deep enough
I rhyme on any beat, wrap it like a python
I just need a pair of matching bygones
I could turn an icon into a collection of ions
Byron, young lord with a Nikon
Gram hoes stepping out, only nylon
Who’s your favorite rapper, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan
(Dial on) every number in the book
Thinking I might need a song with hooks
For the looks, me trying to get my style on?
Y'all fucks just need to construct additional pylons
So pile on the violence, my scions at Zion in silence
The ironic fact that my eyelids were only pried open by the mileage
So vibe on
Blowing up like a pipe bomb
Shouting out "Ni Hao Kai Lan"
Moving like a night fog over nice lawns on a white dawn
Brown dwarf star
You said I couldn’t do it
You were quite wrong
I see the shooting stars, and all I see is light.
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Had to stop smoking, used to be I’d keep that shit coming
Had to stop drinking, used to be I'd keep that shit coming
Out of my focus, out of my mind, I’m running,
I’m running out of time
Been a bad week with these long days
Low pay, I need to feng shui
No way I’m going back to my old ways
Four days since I packed up the gold case
No white, no black, keep it all grey
That's no Coldplay, no Soul Plane
Throw it all away then the phone rings
I’m alone and it’s time that I noticed
Do it if you want to, memories could haunt you, enemies could launch you
I ain’t got for these bums on the Ganga to sponge off my mantras, my puns and entendres
Do it if you need to
Only if you need to, all of it I see through,
Pain when I breathe but I feel good, smoke like it’s grief-proof, but only when I need you
Had to stop smoking, used to be I’d keep that shit coming
Had to stop drinking, used to be I'd keep that shit coming
Out of my focus, out of my mind, I’m running,
I’m running out of time
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Back then, ain’t nobody had a doubt about me, I was smart, but reckless
Back then, everybody had a thought, I was nothing but a mark on a checklist
And my set list, grew hectic, jotting down bars in the park at breakfast
Back then, people still saw me like an unused block in Tetris
Didn’t fit in, it was me, Jay, Nicky, Nick, DJ, Justin, and Ant, every day we would sit in
And work on ways to stay hidden and let the day be wasted
If I didn’t see em, JJK replaced it
Me, Jobin, and Julez roamed the places nobody would go and just to hold the taste of time
And when it declined, we’d reload the basics
Or with Mansoor chilling, never unsure, we just had fun
Pure thrill and I wonder if he’s still in the same house
It’s been a while since I saw anybody from those days now
Back then when the pain shrouded itself in stealth and the depth of a rain cloud
When I spent nights building a fake crown, convincing myself this was a great town
You got the world in the palm of your hand
What else are you waiting for?
Captivate me
Can’t contain me
Miss my friends and I’m not the same me
Without them I am not the same
These words on a page like a Rembrandt
Speak ill of my friends when my pen can’t
Meek Mill on the edge and I'm enchanted
No chance, weak willed when I sent that
Sit back, tic tac toe, ten grams, we all fried our brains to a bent lamp
Bentley, man please I could rent that, well I could’ve but the money got spent flat
From here, the view is gorgeous
Like when me, Mike, Tom, Dan, and George would fuse our forces
Had the music coursing
When the band broke up, shit man, that was like divorcing
Been a minute since Seb and I got to discoursing
All these dudes is too supportive, of course I had to hang with a few enforcers
Who knew that our youth would imbue importance
Back then, when I could write raps, still type fast, make beats in a night class
I performed every day, for the people in the way, but I don’t mean it like that
Shit wasn’t done, it was still fun, they were believing in me
You just want a piece of the moment now, nowadays it’s easy to see
You got the world in the palm of your hand
What else are you waiting for?
Captivate me
Can’t contain me
Miss my friends and I’m not the same me
Without them I am not the same
Late at night, the Spectre stepped in and spoke of harmony
We argued about fate and sorrow and sovereignty
And how to borrow time with a single breath
How to heal others and reflect upon a life well-lived and ill-advised
The beams of light, all I could see, fractured as prism
A realm of inquiry and self-doubt.
Who am I really?
The more I asked, the more it seemed like less of a question
And well, I think it became a reason.
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