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by Kweku.Kente

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Bump the damn crown, throw out any past clout I should suck and you would get it that’s a sham wow Yo, it’s wack sleeping on a black cloud Chilling in the evening, perform in front of blank crowds Drink mad stout, sip till I pass out On comrade's couch now this a hand out Had a wack line to hit you with but then I blanked out The type to go to sit-ins just to be the kid that stands out Ash out a cigarette and burn it in my face hole Murmur in my raincoat hoping it’ll rain for it I do it all for free, is that vain though? I observe all that I see, is that vain though? I filter all my memories, is that vain though? I don’t want to be vain, but that was vain bro Please remember to forget the things you’ve never seen (x8) I wonder if the others cried out when Cato bled Like we all wonder, could that rile up Cato dead Only me? Always be, pour one out for Cochese Then chill out, relax, put on loop Kid A by Radiohead All up in its right place different when displayed than said Always lying from the morning, cuz of this you’ve made your bed Please remember to forget the things you’ve never seen (x8) Yo, Richmond Hill whatup, Rexdale whatup, Don Mills whatup, Thornhill whatup Roman Ridge whatup, North K whatup, Legon whatup, Osu whatup Winneba whatup, Takoradi whatup, Kumasi whatup, Cape Coast whatup Tours comment ca va, Blois comment ca va, Paris comment ca va, oui c’est bien ca va Carolina whatup, Triangle whatup, GTA whatup, Central Region whatup Yeah we know whatup, yo we breathing whatup, what’s the reason shut up… From the 252 to the 919 we rhyme unsigned, while we do it still shine, uh… Greenville whatup, Chapel Hill whatup, Raleighwood whatup, Bull City get em! From the 252 to the 919 lightning rhyme schemes, yeah you know what I mean in... Greenville whatup, Chapel Hill whatup, Raleighwood whatup, Bull City get up From the 919 to the 252 this dude, who are you, yo my name is Kweku and uh… Greenville whatup, Chapel Hill whatup, Raleighwood whatup, Bull City get up Please remember to forget the things you’ve never seen (x8) That blind ambition, just forget about your effing dreams People never get em if they’re reckless which I bet you be Rappers, need advice on how to exercise your flavor? It’s simple, spend your life living in hyperbolic chambers Live inside the bubble don’t be subtle when you speak And then the bubble it will reap what the Hubble cannot see Nothing, and conscious rappers got me hunting for some z’s Demanding people wake up without first lulling them to sleep, chiiiiiill Please remember to forget the things you’ve never seen (x4) Introducing the nuisance Houston takes from all flights It’s a movement, in the sense that yes I moved my jaw line Don’t confuse em, off these tangents, I’m above the cosigns I’m like the 303rd greatest rapper of all time I’m a wizard, get some braggadocio rhymes up in the picture Dick is big, go fuck a chick and then the kid slip out her sister Well, soooooonbitch, three more semesters of punishment So I stole some instrumentals, made some tracks and bundled it I’m like the 303rd greatest rapper of all time 303rd greatest rapper of all time Oh my, what’s the angle? Ummm, go and I do it I’m simply, fucking ruthless like a Moabite eunuch Ya stupid, I’m unsettled, rap’s nutrition turned to marzipan So gimme 3000 bars to rap about how smart I am (sarcasm) In a Kashmir fleece cardigan, stop your arguments Go tarded, ham, breaking glass like Darvin Ham
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InnaZone 02:50
Life is dumb, so often times we must establish some zen My lack of friends gives me need to grab a pad and a pen And get my status to send, all the raps through the end Of this, sword defeater, for either, cackles, laments I just brandish my friends, imagination and emotions Sometimes I think hard, sometimes won’t even focus Sometimes I write for rhymes, sometimes I’m writing poems Sometimes I scribe thoughts, sometimes I’m only quoting And voting, for lines to hold in sixteens Picture vocal spit schemes while my potent ink bleeds I’m known for simply…well nothing at all Folks around me think I’m lost; I’m always stuck in my thoughts My feathers ruffled because, I’ve weathered stuff from laws Never moving birds, I’m flipping them at rappers that talk About stupid things while I’m micromanaging flaws Listen to old groups that sing to dig like cavity starts Sometimes, I prefer to kick back and take notes Synapses take hold of relapse to space old Inactive breaks mold to an axon straight glowing Then the product comes out as just facts my brain spoke Sometimes, I like to think of a noun that I can ease in And for infinite bars make that sound the antecedent Just deliver it hard, without a plan or reason These raps tend to be part, of a round of practice pieces Sometimes I’ll also go out on a lyrical dip Take a swim in the abyss evolve empirical lisps Not imperial with this or even mercantilist Materials from my head, raised up all these verse from kids Sometimes I like to dumb out, tell a story pull a gun out Write violent Bull, equating to levels on Punch Out Turn ‘round, say “give me hugs now, you look a little rundown” Flip personalities like Santa shared for north and the south (bipolar) We run mouths, for fun, don’t mean much in the end Sometimes it’s real thoughts, sometimes it’s just pretend {Ebrahim sings the hook line from "What You Won't Do For Love"} And that’s a good point too, some do it for popularity I do whatever’s there for me, enjoy it? Then I’m very pleased There’s scarcities who’ll listen, that’s be patient and stop Cuz most people live their lives always waiting to talk So if my voice is heard or not, I’ll just take a faithful leap on Xenon, Neon, we on, noble bread, known valence we (huit) bond Don’t promote myself to be a genius or a phenom Just the coolest MC, this side of Irish Freon Mon nom, pose comment dit on, and Kweku is how I respond Most will hear and be wrong, and I’m like whatever peace on Never getting hung up, there’s solid ground to plant my feet on And I’ll grow with those down, head to the atmosphere and beyond And we gone, 2011 until my decomp And we gone, gimme a second it will not be long...
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I Can't Read 02:36
Tanqueray and chronic, bourgie in ebonics Moronic Stetsasonic fan, love old hip hop Flip flops, Birkenstocks, visit San Francisco The shit’s so ironic, I’m upon it bitch I’m schizo I’m psycho, I’ll pawn it, now I’m high as the Eiffel High as the iso, Iverson, summit Melt a Denver Nugget, melting Denver with my pungent Lung gust, no I mean my lungs, nah Lundqvist, nah whatever fuck it Straight off the Nile-Canaan trip, the maiden voyage Came to Miles Davis show to lip read, was disappointed The other side of the coin holds heads if you’re looking at tails And tails if you’re on heads, I’m so clairvoyant Hydrophilic, hydrophobic, phospholipids get destroyed When I break my needs down to the Atom…Egoyan Hopped out of the DeLorean pissed off and shit Cuz the resale value’s piss, offal shit A spiderweb, and blood from the paper cuts of Schleprok You laugh now, before you know it this is a TED Talk Bitch I’m in China! Gucci, Louis, them designers On my face, yo I’m stunting, “hey Quakes this is Spadina” I heard she was in the kitchen with a mystery nigga Nah whatever, Flex drop a bomb and yell “THIS IS HAIFA” Knife fight in laser tag, stuck in my lycra Eyesight needs lasers bad, a blunt will suffice bruh Reading Franz Kafka in the library hoping it’s like a porno And smart chicks with valley accents fellate To an evening jazz standard wrote in binary Don’t even want head, just needed more sound effects for my tape Ever since I got a car, just been thinking with my dipstick Girl you’re the greatest, bet you drink the finest liquids I mean girl you’re the grainest, bet you think of rice and Triscuit I mean girl you’re cliché, with all the eyeliner and lipstick Hipsters are results of kids with LL Bean Backpacks, the teachers pets who used to tell on me They say I missed the mark like Gyan on his penalties Skipping out on Adulthood like Aml Ameen Ron Paul 2012 is code for I can’t read But talk shit on the internet behind IPs Kony 2012 is code for I can’t read And ummm, nah that’s it, it’s code for I can’t read The world’s made me see better when I don’t open my eyes I call all my friends niggas, CUZ most of them are white Wanna ppppfpffpfpight?
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Cocked raps, Ratatat influence, you catching that? Do it for my culture, that’s the top half of Cackilack 264, a little hamlet with a campus, black Stoned as the toys of a young Yasser Arafat Monitor, Merrimack, monitor the Mary Macks Clap clap, ratchet blast, ratchet place, yet very cashed Skullduggery? It’s quicker if you tear it back “Dude they be loving me!” My humor, it’s a sterile act My musical subtlety is buzzing by my ear and that’s The only place you hear it in the city, that’s a scary fact Saying I don’t rep? Shut yo mouth, I’m the Vegasest It’s funny, Saint Peter’s Catholic School made me atheist Yeah I went to Catholic school, awww skeet skeet! The only nigger there, relating they like “awww skeet skeet!” Everything you buy’s for renting so we keep receipts My niggas copped the Concords on their EBTs Used to hoop at College Hill, they shut it down with Belk and now we Come with weed and Hen and get it poppin on Elm Street Drinking, hooping, music, art, we jam, don’t got a Julliard These days we’ve moved the party out to Western Boulevard Was once the only mooly, par, now we got a brood of cars My niggas from the west get it in…shit they ruined ours Stash away the student card bet the cops can brew a charge “Got some quick questions, where’s the barbecue and brew, for starts?” Pirate’s Den actually, neighborhood brasserie Dirty hoes around the way. Rubbers? I need McAfee Got a homie named Tre, only dates Jasmines And it’s funny cuz he’s fucking every chick in the locality Ask advice, every old head’s got analogies Had he tried? Good advice? Man’s got an allergy Kept out of the clashes, we were shallow in the faculty Never one on one fights, jumping is the standard. See My mental telepathy projected in this setting, please? What you doing? Same time, ready? BITCH I’m selling weed! Racing out on Arlington, rush hour, seventy MPH across the dashboard, this is levity Friday night lights keep a crowd of cars in Moved ‘fore I could ride the bench off of Marvin Jarman This the region where we know that PeeDee’s in his costume blunting It’s the region where everybody’s Petey Pablo’s cousin It’s the region where the PD like to bother just for nothing It’s the region where…what the fuck, yo, I’m only bluffing! A G-Vegas rapper, also means an actor “Copping dollars! Pussy magnet!” Dude, your dad’s a pastor Loitering at Sheetz, nigga swear he stays in Stratford High school nigga up to twenty-eight or after Cut from Little League, I’m spray painting Dowdy Ficklen Yo, I heard it through the grapes the racists want us out in Kinston So tell me, what can you achieve? Nothing b Funny thing is, that’s the luxury
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Kick in the door, wave in the four four Two thumbs down, damn, I thought I would have scored more Thanks Al Gore for inventing really quick porn Delivery instead of going to the nearest store Or a bearded whore, pretending she’s mi amor Into S&M, strapped me in so I can’t see the floor But I realized it tore and then I fertilized her core Subject me twixt four score, pluralized of course (AIDS, duh) Sense it don’t make, sorry translated from Sanskrit Translated from cannabis, bought right on the campus This will make you dumb, you couldn’t tell from my transcript Ash it with a carrot, frame Roger Rabbit Pissing in the heroin, call it yellow magic Pissing in your heroines, like why she let me stab it Pissing in a harrow and I’m poisoning the cabbage Then I’m pissing up in Harrow on the Hill’s Westminster classes I’m classless, like nobody can even reach my echelon Classless, like nobody can even reach my echelon Yeah the neck is normal sized, still surprised the head is on Head for palm, no that’s not a reference to Metacom Get it wrong, you’ll be in a world of hurt the devil’s song By Charlie Daniels plays from lands a sunder, Stephane Sessegnon Guessing wrong, passing it to Bendter stead of Ji Dong Won Smoking more tree than parties burning flags of Lebanon Full sequitur, wanna hear a joke? AOL instant messenger Ass fat pressed and permed hair, yeah the breasts are firm Quick a pick up line! Any day you could get the sperm Damn lesson learned, she must be a fanatic Of Judeo-Christianity, I didn’t mean the Sabbath Fantastic, my fan’s fantastic I’m mad cool just got bad taste for fanatics Yo I’m batshit for even tryna rap it’s Time for a random fact, Slash is Lenny Kravitz We know rapping’s a bastion of bashing Bashful batching bastards in action Dude I’ve been spitting great, since I was in 7th grade Spitting everywhere, the fundraisers, in the lemonade Took time off to find myself in nature in the Himalayas Pissed in caves spit some more then came back and assembled [plain.] Ugliest in person as I’m guzzling the bourbon Sipping bubbly since Parrish got his ducats in with Sermon I'm immersed within aversion, that’s a version I’m immersed in Dog it’s certain that it’s curtains, as I’m curt in my assertions Dude you’re a juggernaut! Dude I’m the juggestnaut The jug is not, what we measure to determine what is hot Bambaklaat, got your tongue in knots, s-s-s-s-stop! Fuck your watch, fuck your couch, fuck your house fuck your stocks That’s right, a man will put his dick in anything Whores, animals, cheat on his wife with the wedding ring Yo I really get it in, the money I’m embezzling’s The only reason that my dick is green, hey it’s a fetish thing OK I’ve got a joke, for all my Ghanaian folk Lay the rope, VIP, these bars are very sacred yo You know these black chicks with the names that’s a farce hanh? I went to school with a girl called kwasia Well, she pronounced it Quasia A qualified kwasia, I determined later Brain was just a crater and her pregnancy came later Prolly also got scored on by Abdel-Kader Keita A hole in the ace with parole violations Moon the world, roll tide! I’ve been coaching Saban Ball like Dolph Schayes in Philadelphia stadiums A modern day statesman, {grunt} quoth the cavemen Nig is still annoyed by the boys in these bitch frats I’m killing them with kindness like making your kids fat No way to fix that, paint him on a six pack And dispatch a slip that omits his ass from gym class Riff raff niggas rapping think they’re never south of great The fishes think the humans come in war to them from outer space Another palace aide, I’m tossing on the palisades I’m a king! Take a dirty Sanchez, you’ve got Stalin’s face Tying tubes at the mother’s day barbecue Patty cake, patty cake, don’t know what my daddy make Bone women in Labrador, never filled a FAFSA from Tell them I’m whichever sign matches up with Capricorn Yeah, I know, I’m gay for knowing that But let’s enter a dimension of the past, we’re going back I’m like the 303rd greatest rapper all time Yo Quakes this song can get you up to 299…yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah
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Fake ID 03:07
More poison to the well, to some a toilet, some a veil And avail in the invisible, embroider in a tale You can void out the entrails, I hear these voices that regale That every day’s a new one, I wake up boisterous as hell As a boy I set off sail, to never believe but to see And now I’m stuck here on a voyage I can’t bail Annoyance of the ail, mints, porous in a pail To a floor I guess I’ve fell but there’s still stories to rappel A little self made confidence fix me up Enhanced by my efforts tryna lift up out of Dixie but These gentlemen start spitting, got me listening to Icky Thump Slipped the sticky buds inside the pot and left em fizzled up Think I’m frightened of success and all that I’ll inquire to some offers and renege on a call back Like Zelwegger had thawed that face just to fall back Getting bigheaded I’m collecting some skull fat It’s water weight, sometimes in a man the water breaks You slap him in the face, don’t get dramatic just walk away I’m in the hall of fame of these niggers and chumps That, stick up a front, chill and mug, cuz you lit in em blunt It’s all a game, life’s a piece of cake, a million crumbs Fall from the sky, unknown to us, but we’re still licking em up You can claim that you are, but I’m not an evolved species So I’ll buy what you’re selling, make me eat some more Wheaties Living, East of Eden where I process out my feces Sniff em like their rose buds stick em back up my bum One by one face it as the thing that we know that we can do To save the Earth, recycle waste as we fashion our tongues This space needs to get organized, cordoned tight More than right, every word hides what keeps me mortified Avoiding all the force inside, the sort-of-like, this mortal vice Living in a thing all quarantined that kind of borders life Reality’s gone, so just accept that I’d give more effort to be strong except that I tried existing out of the faith I see But I got run into the ground by this fake ID On 12 21 2012, I’ll be 21 ½, the 22nd as well Maybe I’ll be, resting in Vail, to measure my wealth On the trails and all my records will be forever in Gale Database and half the race will call me set to be hailed But that’s a whole different sale, to not be shipped in a bale Vociferous yells got my spirits impelled To get me on a mission to fail like Stickell and Phelps I wanna be, rid of myself, unstable and pensive All these efforts to be normal only made me eccentric Which I guess makes sense if you heard on the message Ex-centric means I was before I scurried and left it Spending hours in my room slaving over my craft Just so when the people asked, I’d answer, “nah I don’t rap” I’d wish I’d, known that this pass comes with a catch It keeps advancing you forward, but that don’t mean it runs back
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(Kweku.Kente) Damn! I done walked in here Looking like a motherfucking man with his peers Another caliphate’s near, watch your cals, see em clear Dude’s a healthy alcoholic, vegan sandwich with beer No chest pains, Chastain, Caspian fears Propaganda heavy, I don’t give a damn what you hear It’s whatever mane, dog it’s such a game for the suckers playing Try and come through lighthearted, only leaving hover stains Chasing snow bunnies getting tricks on out my sleeve Painful waiting for Rapunzel to go on and let her weave down Three thousand feet below, fresh on the rebound Beach House blasting and stoned so we can see sound Losing every battle, reason’s so I'll win the war Schmoozing with cattle just so I can skin the boar In tune with the satellites, yo I'm with the force In a schooner with some saddled lights that only sits in ports Trojan horse for Lady Godiva’s sub-lunar show Think you know shit but don’t like an unused commode Keep that tongue cued for jokes, you’re not Sun Tzu in prose Or Capone, so speak easy bro, mumble the code (Alan Z) An underdog from the start but I knew where to begin Prepared with a pen and a pad, rap's Jeremy Lin Creating burial sites for stereotypes On top of that, I'm level-headed you can spare me the hype Humble, never let the accolades get to my head Cuz I remember how my so-called homies left me for dead Misery loved company so much, they tied the knot And my mind's only self-defense was in a writer's block Potential untapped like barely legal chicks My own worst enemy, myself who I was beefin with Been through the ups and downs, learned to ride the tidal wave Living like the Mayans' predictions confirmed our final days The devil tried to intervene, instill fear Give me reasons to feel scared but I'm still here If you fell and hit rock bottom in the process Gotta get up and do it yourself like an indie project Take pride in any progress Whether it's singin or spittin flows, I been a prospect (Mc Scuare) Im not afraid of who I am I’m afraid of what I could be if I ever gave a damn I guess I’m ready when things get heavy With my mind on shine let it ride like a chevy The aftermath of what I have to be Craftin these sentimental pieces takin more than just a half of me And so I’m happily tappin the beat tactfully tackin a free cast And passin the heat masterfully In effect I’ma break it til it intersects Openin the eyes that disguising the sinners left Give me a cigarette burnin by the thousands Lookin for a leader only getting twenty ounces Of counselin a fountain with nothing when its spouting Accountants never adding up what the amount is But when the truth is that the rules don’t ever change You can’t appreciate the whole scope of knowledge in a brain So read a book instead of thinking you the brightest When they turn off the world you gotta look for where the light is Chose the path less taken with my legs breakin best make it up to myself and invest patience Into this life I’m in Instead of takin vicodin And syphonin the pain through this place where the mic begins Yea you’ll never see me write it in I’d rather ride it out Pocket full of vitamins One a day when I run away with it You can Find me on my own on a summer day getting What I can (Kweku.Kente) What I can while decrypting all these combinations in A decanter, just break it down and rub their face in it Over thinking, relaxed, that’s the way you go get it From erasing your past, leave it subjugated in that Old place that collapsed when you ran away like Anna Mae Man it’s cake, we cool in the breeze like Cab Calloway Blood and sweat make it, create every track naked While secreting out my face a wave millennium equation Think about it, could have my hand round my dick And be stroking while you’re listening and jamming to this That’s the beauty of it all, don’t be breaking my balls While I’m making these songs, leaving stains on my walls I’m so gratuitous, you ain’t pay any cost And all I’m asking is you all get to breaking your palms So break ya palms, we’ll put the brakes on dawn And if you break ya palms, then I’ll pay for drawers...
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Desperation 03:17
A quarter hour of fame, would be the sourest thang Not long enough to even learn about pronouncing my name It’s the nigger though, vying for the throne like I was Cicero You better learn my name, repeat that shit like it was Figaro I’m slitting throats, your mouths going OH! Like polyglycerols Make music only, beef free like Bangalore or his tanned bull/(Istanbul...) You want beef? Then skeet skeet, take some ranch in each cheek Rappers piss me off like drunk niggas at the urinal Quit barking, your shit is turrible, deter it at the terminal Of your speech, before I Aldo Raine your brain to a convertible Test your vertical, it’s vertigo with a boot in your ass Bitch you’re not lyrical, it’s personal, when you’re whooping that trash Sick of no flow niggas, mad cuz they broke niggas Spitting garbles of shit and then they claim that it’s genius The same so-so don’t know a musical note Got no fans for a reason, you motherfucking elitists Yeah you’re stuck and defeated, so you’re not running shit either You’re more irrelevant than a dude selling buckets of Zima You seeing me? Ha like Israel on an Arab atlas Saying Kente is great, you must be staring backwards Must be stuck in the past, brush the dust off your ass Evolved beyond human, zooming towards that Brahmin status Got me laughing at this wackest apparatus Get ate like broke housing crowded by arachnids When the nig get desperate! Shit gets hectic! Nig get desperate! Shit gets hectic! The Nig get desperate! Shit gets hectic! Nig! He’s desperate! Hectic as shit! My rhetoric’s benevolent in sentiment, dig Don’t take a libertine unsettling to tell like it is But then these sensitive bereft of thinking netwits insist That I’m as irreverent as reverends are meddling with kids Keep that brain moist, light like black skin in advertisements bruh Obscenity is high in us? Then you can read some James Joyce It’s a vain choice to censor a man’s voice Getting stuck on some words and then you bitches miss the main point Fuck, shit, ass, nigga, cunt, bitch, vag, dick, uhhh I say these words, you acting like they’re coupled with swastikas Unless they’re coupled with actions bruh, move the fuck on Using run ons, to get me chastised like on the ballot nuns Society’s piety creates confusing visions Here in the South, gun control means {BOOM BOOM} rhythm Never lived through logic, that would be a boon to the system I suggest we keep the faith but please lose the religion, it’s sickening
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Urban Legend 01:56
Post modern, pre-futuristic Closed noggin, seems human this is That toe stomping in the Babylon system Making static it’s been adding on, my swagger’s on a zillion Bitch this ain’t ill yo the flow toe tagging Bitch I got skills that keep yo-yo’s dragging Words get the devil razed like he know Joe Maddon Spoke em going for the ring like he’s Frodo Baggins Bitch I’m so rich that I bitch in vain Bitch I’m so rich I could live with AIDS Bitch I’m so rich I could dig your grave And not keep a single repercussion entertained I got jewels in my mouth a tool in the couch But a null in accounts and no fuel for my house But it’s cool I’m about making a fool of myself And I’ll collect the dough and blow it back on jewels or up my snout Bitch I’m so rich but I’ll floss instead Bitch I’m so rich that I bought my friends Bitch I’m so rich I got an orphanage In Africa and all I do there’s export my meth This chick was upset last night when we were fucking since I tried a trick I learned from spankwire called buffering In disbelief, she called her friend they kept chuckling But bitch I’m so rich tonight she’s coming for another fling In secret sex clubs, never stroke my bone On my own, and got person for it over the phone Everything I got’s made of silver, gold, or chrome I do drugs like guitarists in the Rolling Stones And all those drugs are uncut, I take em raw when I use em Met a dealer with accounts and a home in Bermuda Got an accountant and a side hustle as a shylock That orphanage I bought is now a charitable write off Bitch I’m so rich that I don’t pay taxes Bitch I’m so rich I eat with folded napkins Bitch I’m so rich I’ve got an old coke habit That came back, I’ll recover on the beach relaxing Bitch I’m so rich collect swords and coffee Bitch I’m so rich I restore jalopies Bitch I’m so rich I still know Gaddafi Bitch I’m so rich that I know my offspring Bitch I’m so rich I make calls overseas On my cell phone where they do not cover the fees Bitch I’m wealthy the president depends on What my team gives to him for his re-election Success, the urban legend
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Chop It Up 04:25
What you think you’re special, and this song’s about you Yo I’m a narcissist, break hearts and shit that’s what we do Scrape the cartilage as barter chips, I’m graphic too Ay, it’s not real, but if it starts, may toss you back to school This ain’t about your hair, cuz I ain’t notice it These ain’t moments to cherish, please don’t make photo prints But if I look and you’re there then you’re the prototyp- Ical chick who cares that I can go and have those moments with Sow oats and shit, I joke, I kid, you hold your ribs Jackpot, chill I’m a pro at this There’s ample time, just standing by We laugh, we cry, smoke hash, sip chai And bask in times our glancing eyes Not patronized, just satisfied Don’t plan things out we have this night Grasp you tight, damn well I’m Singing sweet nothings, enough of those to go around I don’t know for now but hold up we can chop it up and slow it down They say that all men are dogs, well I swear I’m not a total hound Show the bounds, Venusian, we can chop it up and slow it down Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, chop it up Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up and slow it down Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, chop it up Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up and slow it down Ooooooooooooooo, you make me soulful, ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo Ooooooooooooooo, you make me so full of hooooooope The way the moonlight shines on your pretty face Is kind of normal and not what got me attracted to you I also love it when your hips swing at a slower pace It’s just another thing you do a lot of women do too They say the sea is full of all of the fish you can taste Well I’ve had my share and I searched all four oceans for you I also know a faster current that can whisk us away Well it’s a gyre, but you say “well I’m alright if it’s just you” Singing sweet nothings, enough of those to go around I don’t know for now but hold up we can chop it up and slow it down They say that all men are dogs, well I swear I’m not a total hound Show the bounds, Venusian, we can chop it up and slow it down Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, chop it up Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up and slow it down Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, chop it up Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up and slow it down Ooooooooooooooo, you make me soulful, ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo Ooooooooooooooo, you make me so full of hooooooope Singing sweet nothings, singing sweet nothings Still singing sweet nothings, I’m singing sweet nothings Sweet nothings…yes, singing sweet nothings It’s nothing, we keep saying that it’s nothing No it’s something, there’s something There doesn’t have to be nothing, we’re young and discussing Discussing we’re touching, there’s functions Something always comes from functions Singing sweet nothings, singing sweet nothings Singing since I’m nothing, singing cuz you’re nothing Singing cuz we’re nothing, singing cuz we’re fronting We’re fronting, oh, we’re fronting, I’m fronting We’re nothing
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John Wayne 03:10
Refer to me as Ishmael, spurned old kid of Israel Sodom and Gomorrah’s where I’m living, bitch, I piss in hell Moved at the age of 3, from a land that’s from this and well I’ve got a lucky uncle, stays somewhere I think’s called Iredell Still living in Metropolis, {not dreaming of a} scholarship My school’s {library ain’t exactly} Neapolitan with honors just A {stack of old pamphlets} saying AIDS comes from {frolicking} In niggas {asses}, or that it’s from {swallowing} And college isn’t something that I’m thinking of now but I’m applying just to sweep around the school I dropped out of Because I had to work {pops was gone} and mama {was down on} Her luck and every {buck} I brought in went off to housing Well my brother, {he’s a different story} niggas name is {Cory} He’s a {citizen} was born before my father was {deported} After {sneaking cross the border} just so we’d {avoid the war} and It’s {unfortunate} cuz here the risk you’re taking is enormous But I never hung on corners, prayed at church for a master’s Difference is {I grew up well before my mother went batshit} Yeah fuck it she went batshit, {no point with the masking} And glossing over words, tryna polish up a turd Little brother wants to hoop, he’s got a body like a nerd Was getting bullied, then met Damien and Ramel from off of 3rd Say he’ll never be {LeBron James}, fine he’ll be the {John Wayne} Unloading half its holding, stroking 3 all day from long range Heard bursts from Smith and Wesson, traverse the intersection We learnt it that we’re urchins won’t no person give a second chance Or a second glance approach us with discretion Niggers kill because they’re animals, heard when I was seven The curb’s my only weapon the birds best get to stepping “FREEZE! POLICE!” Fuck, this is worse than catching death Assuredly, I look exactly like the person they’ve been sketching Dark skin, big lips, must be me, suck my teeth Mad popular, trouble free, this life’s a luxury Trying not to catch a Casey Kasem, dog it wasn’t me No evidence, released, “you’ll be back,” they said to me Even when I left the station, man I knew I wasn’t free Came home pissed off, afternoon, missed the shift And then to augment it I started hearing rumors and shit Of how my brother’s got the juice, they’re all like who is this kid He caught a rep in three years for jooksting Ruben for tits Then he popped off ensuring that old Ruben was dead His idiot friend called him by name he put the tool to his head Now from what I’m hearing, seems like Ruben has an older brother Who did a piece in state max security for twenty summers Made parole said he changed, hear that Lucifer is under His skin and he’s an actor, plotting ruthless in the cover My only chance now is to find this nigga But do it stealthily, he’s menacing, alive, I figure I’ll cop a Ruger P series with a license never Been charged with a crime, nah I’ll just buy from Trevor I’m asking what’s his name, some say Fred, some Malik Easy to ask where he’s staying, got a bed on up the street In a shelter like the man was really scrounging to eat I saw the ruse; I also heard that he hung out round the three That’s the worst block, already he’s right back in game Tryna find a working Glock to kill my blood, what a shame So I circled up the block, “Allah u Akbar” he exclaimed First time in life I’d ever cracked a shot or I aimed Now the block is all stained, it’s just his thoughts that remain Still in limbo, beads in palm, Quran dropped on his dame
12.
Yo, I’m like 20 now, it’s June 5, 2011 I feel heavy now, a fifth a person more than my freshman Frame was living in, still I’m in the same mind images Need to change it up, I’m growing now, I need discipline A little fixing and I’m wrenching right on past the end of it See god in myself like the head of branch Davidians They say you must be wary of where you sow seeds But my life was much better when I could blow trees I would see birds chirping, verses, catch it on my first wording Think too much now, I’m tryna be the whole team But nah, I play the bench in this rap scene, I’m past dreams Wanted signings years ago, realized that I was acting The voice inside my head said you just gotta be yourself Or you’ll annoy entire fans tryna act as someone else Then I noticed, I was bland and couldn’t grab or gasp for help Had it back years ago and then I packed it on the shelf Was it the years in high school I tried to smoke out of my memory My preteen years, the only black kid at assemblies Nah it was the time, these immigrants had first embedded me Well it seems that I forgot, but it’s assembled at the embassy I remember I was young and we used to save at cash and carry I remember I was dumb and I was craving for the flash and barely Knew a damn thing and I thought I gained it all Always playing for the win and never bracing for the fall Well if you had a stake involved, you’d better hurry up and cash out I’ve rose from the dead with an IPO, you’re nigger’s back now I started writing raps, cuz I was tryna be a man At age nine, my mom was sick and I was hiding from my fam They would never understand or would act like I was weird I wouldn’t talk, but was like “damn, when I write my hands would sear From the pain,” but I can’t stop and won’t stop like little brother Nah not the group, my younger kin was always running and acting stubborn I wanted to make it from Carolina, but it seems that I’ve reversed If younger me saw me now I think he’d be feeling quite disturbed You in the NBA? No! You got your record wrote? No So you just live your day? So… A lot of bitches though… No But I realize from in this song that I’m okay with being normal Addressed as Kweku Kente in the post or in the formal And I when I die, you’ll see my tombstone, and it reads initials The day it ends follows May 15, I’m not special

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released March 18, 2012

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