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Verse 1
Walk up in this like a new bitch
Knowing not a damn thing different but the mood switch
You’re so clueless, look at me like “who‘s this
Smart mouth lady talking crazy like she’s fluent?” (cuckoo…)
If the shoe fits, lace em up
Ready for whatever if you wanna play your luck
But calling out your bluff isn’t really saying much
Cuz you know I got your number like I wanna stay in touch
And I still be showing love, that’s the M.O
You must have missed the memo
Then you can take a seat to see the demo
I can read between the innuendos
It’s fine, if you really wanna dance, set the time like the tempo
It’s no problemo
You hear the chorus
Feeling right at home where you’ll always be a tourist
The threats I’m ignoring, they’re all the same when they’re sending ‘em like a thesaurus
But I give it in the purest, come on
Chorus:
They don’t wanna know
They don’t wanna see us on the floor
Saw it when we walked into the door
I know they don’t wanna let us glow but
That’s not our problem, no! (x2)
Verse 2
Oh shit, am I back in this bitch?
Uncut nails just for scratching that itch
That I left when I left so admit
I left a hole like the KoolAid dude when I dipped (shiet)
Will I swallow phonies like a Coney Island frank? (yah)
Will I roll jabronies in a military tank? (nah)
Do we come in peace (yah) Do I have a beast?
Somewhere in my body that I’m ready to unleash
When the right song’s on? Icons only
I’m on one like I’m Jon Bon Jovi (Dead or alive)
In this moment
Fold at the first opponent? (no!)
Do I give a damn what a dunce once did (nah)
Will I go and dance with the unce unce kids (yah)
Will we ride the fence when the cops bust in
Or ride like some young Huck Finns
Chorus
Verse 3
I never got a signed invitation
Where I am now I had to climb from the basement
So I don’t got the time to be wasting
Ain’t stepping on no dream unless it’s mine that you’re chasing
So figure out your placement before I do first
Yes I’m a pain in the neck, the truth hurts
If it’s you verse me it’s only gonna show
You should a never asked a question that you didn’t wanna know
Let’s go
Chorus
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Verse 1
I was with my old friend yesterday
She said she had something to say
She looked me in my face
And said simple and plain
You could do better
Verse 2
And I knew it was coming from love
And my heartbeat started speeding up
I was looking at the truth
Knowing there’s nothing to prove
Coz I can do better
Chorus
Oh, you ain’t tellng me anything
I don’t already know
But it’s hard, it’s hard, so hard
To let it go.
Verse 3
It hurt to hear my friends
Have been out there whispering
And they knew all along
That I’d been doing wrong
Yeah.
Chorus
Verse 4
Cold wind on my back like icicles
Dirty water in the middle of the night
Trickles down on concrete
The puddles, like screens
An image of myself ripples and gleams
There’s a late night showing
Of my life’s deleted scenes
The preferred themes of deferred dreams
It’s never too late like it seems
I could redeem myself maybe in a sequel
Turn a war (like life) peaceful, uh.
Chorus
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Intro
It’s a special time
I got a special feeling
Yeah
And all I gotta say is
I think Kennzo got his groove back
Yeah, I think Kennzo got his groove back
Yeah, yuh, huh, yeah, listen, yo, uh
I said I…
Verse 1
I’d like to introduce you to my new ascension,
I got through it before all I had to do was listen,
To every sound of life, the melody was intoxicating
Made harmonies to get some harmony
My life is more amazing with the thought of me
Sounds a little vain, but nobody loves me like I love me
Walked away from it a new man like I changed IDs
So many clones like a shady song but they ain’t quite me, haha
Pre-chorus
If it was up to me I’d be the only thing in my dreams, it’s true
Yeah, yuh, yuh, uh, yeah, yeah, yo, uh
Now that I’m with me baby, I got them
Got em singing the old town blues
Yeah
So what I do? I…
Chorus
I got down with my bad ass self
I got down with my bad ass self (X4)
Verse 2
Everybody got their own plans,
Yeah, I waited patient like a doc’s lab,
Yeah, I graduated from my own past,
Every test I was given I passed,
I carved my own path,
Now I’m in my own class,
I committed to the mission,
Tunnel vision, take a listen every instrument
With my own hands,
Instrumented my vision, it’s my decision
Lack of Afro, light pigment
Pre-chorus
If it was up to me I’d be the only thing in my dreams, it’s true
Got my own two legs to stand on,
Yeah I got my own back
And now that I’m with me baby, I got em,
Got em singing the old town blues
(So what I do? I…)
Chorus
Verse 3
What you call a man with nothing to lose?
Nothing to prove, nothing to stand on
But the toes in his shoes,
Nothing to hold on to but the truth and his views,
Nothing to stand by but the booth and the fuse,
The truth is the fuel to light the venom that he spews,
Gospel verse now like I’m stuck in the pews,
It’s like God just jumped down and chose me as a muse, and said Man, what you trynna do?
Chorus
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Verse 1
Everybody trying to break bread with me
Nah, let me break eggs (splat)
Everybody trying to high five me and that
You should take turns (swerve)
Spent a whole load of last year being cool
Trying to make friends (hated it)
But if you can’t smell what I’m saying then it…
It doesn’t make sense (exactly)
In the middle of nowhere the werewolf’s howling
(ooooooooow)
Had about six meals and my belly’s still growling (woof)
I’m a Shaolin, (what?) on a mountain (yeah)
Turns out being high’s quite grounding (it is)
It’s astounding (mmm), when I’m bouncing
If I’m on the ropes, I never throw the towel in (wow…)
Chorus
I don’t want nothing but truth
I can’t be stuck in a loop
I can’t be, until I’m long in the tooth
I can’t be running with dudes
Who wanna go under
Don’t feel bad, I’m just not with it yeah
If you wanna give love then wicked
You’ve got my number, ring it
Verse 2
Mind my tone, I’ll put you on silent like my phone (shush)
I’ll call back if I like your steez
If you push my buttons, it’s fine I won’t (no talking)
Sei dye flow, give you that shade, wearing tie dye clothes
Steezy, it’s the tide I own
Connect to my waves like a wi-fi zone (yeah, wavy)
You can never spin my vibe, no it won’t wash (no it won’t)
Employee of month, rude boy I’m my own boss (you’re fired)
Wednesday I came into work with my clothes off (naked)
Like, so what? (what?)
Kicking down doors with no socks (yeah)
Chorus
Bridge
In the middle of nowhere the werewolf’s howling
(ooooooooow)
Had about six meals and my belly’s still growling (woof)
I’m a Shaolin, (what?) on a mountain (yeah)
Turns out being high’s quite grounding (it is)
It’s astounding (mmm), when I’m bouncing
If I’m on the ropes, I never throw the towel in (wow…)
Chorus x 2
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Verse 1
Dear love, given up
Holding your heart
Cos I've been down this road
I can’t take this load
Your life and mine
Drifting apart
I’d be on that plane
If I thought things would change
Pre-chorus
All the fight is gone
From inside me, inside of me
All my light has gone
So I beg you, I beg you let me be
Chorus
Oh would you wait for me
I’ll decide, I let go
It’s not my fate you see
Open your eyes, oh
Oh would you wait for me
I’ll decide, I let go
It’s not my fate you see
Open your eyes
Verse 2
Dear love, if I, if I had it my way
We’d be on that train
Back on the road again
With your love and mind
Melting my heart
Oh the days were long
Until the sun came down
Pre-chorus
Chorus
Oh would you wait for me
I’ll decide, I let go
It’s not my fate you see
Open your eyes, oh
Oh would you wait for me
I’ll decide, I let go
I let go
Bridge
It ain’t the last time
You’ll be on my mind
Coz we’ve got history
We’ve got memories
Ain’t no stopping me
Ain’t no stopping me
If you love me, let me leave
Chorus
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Game Day
03:49
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Intro:
1, 2… it’s Ric Flo
Lack of Afro
(But you know I’m not lacking right)
Yeah
Uh…check uh
Verse 1
The back of the bus activist
Rosa Parks flow with a twist
The nonchalant analyst
If you’ve got an idea, I’ll be catalyst to pattern it
Spark the brain for 2pocalypse
Change can’t remain anonymous
From a background where statistics are horrid
I can’t be a victim to a system
That’s broken, rotten, I gotta exhibit my own
Tate Modern
Turn scars to art, spark darkness
Awaken lost fathers, (fuck ‘em)
Break the cycle, reinvent the fruit of the youth
Let resilience take the title
Vital, more grooves than what meets the vinyl
You’re just scratching on the surface
Mind churns, the world turns
Money to earn, heartbeats, eat, sleep to beats
And write the wizard’s wordsworths
Real recognise real, vocabulary spills ill
Fuck what you heard, trust
Chorus
Triumphant, we does this
Flow to bad up the function
Bring the fire to the bunsen
Inspiration is fleeting
Allow that, we put the work in,
Work it.
Verse 2
Country bumpkin, outsider street fighter,
Tell tales, Pied Piper, light writer, graphic designer
Artistic, dyslexic like Einstein
So I’m fine bright mind,
Imaginative and feeling fantastic
Rectifying bad habits, realising the math and the mechanics
Uh, my body’s my temple,
World is the palace,
Cupping the mic like a chalice
in Wonderland like Alice
the reflection of intention, creation is magic, yeah!
Chorus
Bridge
Battle the field, in one small victory
Focus your mind, destine your history
The world is yours, be sure make the most of it
Coz triumph is gold, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Verse 3:
The earth’s my residence
Between the margin lies the sentence
Now hold me to my bars even when I’m in heaven
Or cooking up hell, which playground?
Time will tell.
Until than I’m fresh to death, in my human shell
Elevated, leaving gold dust you’re free to take it
The world is yours make the most, rake it
With the intention of planting a seed
Coz if you don’t grow a tree
What have you achieved?
Chorus x 2
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Intro
Yeah, I got a little story to tell
It’s about a boy named Peter I knew a long time ago
I always used to see him on the corner
On a block (y’know...)
Verse 1
Let me tell you a story and I’m a tell it well
Boy from a city of madness call it a living hell,
Pockets always empty his brains lacking the cells,
Lack of bright ideas so he rather go into sales,
Of the white magic
You can hear the panic in his talk,
His gun heavy, you can see the lean in his walk,
He barely made past a teen you see can see that
Even in his sleep he’s thinking bout the dollars
Busting through the seams
Chorus:
What you tryna say?
(He’s a mean mutha, watch your mouth) (X2)
Verse 2
Little Peter got the heater, little dude is the man
Gold chain, wife beater, tooth pick in his hand
Front porch all the fiends come to Neverland
Little bit of the pixie dust from Peter Pan
He’s making the neighborhood fly (fly!)
His lows profit from your highs (highs!)
His pockets expand with every little bag
Turned a rock into diamond, what a magical man!
Chorus:
What you tryna say?
(He’s a mean mutha, watch your mouth) (X4)
Verse 3
Magic Man is for the people,
The fiends feverishly fiending for freedom
From his devilish hands,
Devilish man with the devilish plan,
To have devilish little treats on every corner you stand
Coz evils always greater when its high in demand,
He don’t discriminate everybody inside of his bag
The more souls he collects, the richer the man,
The richer the soil from every body he plants, you see
Peter always had a nack for peddling crack
Smack, anything you need (I promise anything man)
He lives in every single block, he lives in the heart of the man
Whose mind is trapped in the gutter trynna climb through the trash, Trynna reach the top any way that he can,
The fast life seems the fastest way out,
But little Peter…man,
Little Peter dug his grave while he was trynna climb out, uh.
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Verse 1
Eyes blooming like a flower when the petal swells
Eyes heavy like metal and kettle bells
Eyes open, scoping for the lies that the devil sells
Eyes cry tears till the sea level swells
Ears hear metal shells and rebel yells in combat
Ears hear the voices of my dead comrades
Ears don’t hear the same sounds as my mom and dad
Sounds reminiscent of Hiroshima and Stalingrad
And now it’s every man for themselves
Long since every product got ran from the shelves
The fires burnt out and the riots they’re done
And now it’s just the survivors we’re starting from square one
In order to survive, you gotta be flexible
The drinking water turn a person to a vegetable
No food available, eat whatever’s edible
And keep every move we make impeccable
They’re looking for us
Chorus
It’s a mystery
Why we’re still surviving
Can’t keep repeating history
To the verge of extinction
A tapestry so thick
This mess will tear up natural selection
Even Darwin
Couldn’t see this coming
Verse 2
Walking round on blistery feet eating mystery meat
Never doubted we would let history repeat
I never doubted we would live to see our karma set in
I never doubted it would end up in Armageddon
I never doubted we were never meant to be in cubicles
I never doubted we would end up hooked on pharmaceuticals
I never doubted for this planet we were never suitable
I never doubted we would kill everything that’s beautiful
But somehow we keep keeping on
Instincts solid like the ground that we’re sleeping on
Even though it’s war and there’s never gonna be a truce
Still sleep, still eat, still trying to reproduce
Living day to day it’s hard to see the big picture
Some said it was written in the scripture
Others said that God is a lie and the present is the proof
But only all the people dying get to know the truth
Chorus
Verse 3
The campfire about to bring the pot of stock to a simmer
Our stock of hope’s low, searching for a glimmer
Otherwise the road ahead stays getting dimmer
You could drown in despair if you’re not a strong swimmer
Post-traumatic stress affecting most if not all
Abandoned by the few who were supposed to shot call
Reminisce of buying groceries or clothes at a mall
But our food reserve grows rather small
So we pick up and we move with only what we can carry
The true heavy load is the memory of those we had to bury
Seen enough death to last a couple hundred lifetimes
Every last drop of oil drained out the pipelines
Now we on foot, life pondering - no strategy, wandering
Nomadically it’s a miracle we’re still alive
I feel I’ve got no will or drive
But even though we don’t know where we’re going
Know we will arrive
Chorus x 2
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Verse 1
Don’t really gotta say nada
Coming to the table like “tada”
What you’re seeing is the whole enchilada
Lotta them try to be the martyr like
They can take it farther, but tell em if they’re
Smart they wouldn’t bother
Try to charge it to the game, but their credits gone
Never read your palm but I can tell you
Future ain’t what you’re depending on
You’re the type that’s never wrong, right?
You get along, don’t pay attention to the
Shit you’ve been corrected on
Chorus
Stand up!
Turn it up until the speakers erupt
Hands up!
The buck stops here let’s keep it a buck
Come on!
Picture Alyssa Marie giving up
It’s not happening, no need to discuss
Put up!
It’s not happening, no need to discuss
She leaving anybody trying to disagree in the dust
Let’s go!
Turn it up until the speakers erupt
The buck stops here let’s keep it a buck (X2)
Verse 2
The upper echelon
I bring you down to earth
Whats your worth? Your reply’s
"I gotta count it first"
Pathetic, picture that like a thousand words
But if they're yours
It’s just a bunch of empty nouns and verbs
No substance, no conviction
They don’t trust it so no one listens
This road’s tough, you don’t go the distance
But I show up so they know the difference
Chorus
Verse 3
I don’t say too much
Just enough to make it clear
I can hear the things they discuss
And my guts saying they could never make the cut
They wear the shoes but cant lace em up
It’s too much (it’s too much)
They do so little
Can’t hold their own, then what happens to their
Brittle bones when the load triples
Scared to take a shot so they only dribble til
They drop the ball and get pissed at the officials when they
Blow the whistle
When they blow the whistle
Chorus
Verse 4
So typical, simple minded and basic
They’re fine with all the time that they waste
Cuz they got too much, but I don’t got enough to play with
So if they mess with mine, I take theirs to replace it
It’s mathematics, all the facts added
Could double what you’re doing even if I half ass it
You wanna test it, pretty please have at it
But don’t get mad when your respect is in that black casket
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