1. |
Warfare
04:29
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About a hundred and seventy five horses
Take a look at me
I don’t give a fuck
I still move rapidly
The size of a tanker filled with gasoline
You cock snackers don’t understand my lethal rappery
I’m getting sick of you jokers
Ya’ll niggas leaving the deck
I’m pulling cards like its Russian roulette
I’m pulling triggers ‘till there’s nothing else left
I’m pulling triggers ‘till your neck is a mess
And that smile is on top of your desk
I come across with a three piece blazer
Looking stunning like a motherfucking taser
Holding erasers
Watch the bullets chase ya
Do me a favor
Don’t run ‘cause I don’t wanna shake what your momma gave ya
I’ll take your work and pitch what your boss baked up
Never moved a brick but I push a case of
Your body face up
Cold and wearing make up
Set up a frontline
Engage to create a punch line
I eat raps, spit wack cats out at lunchtime
And if the sun shine till tomorrow
Explode hollow tips at foe follow grip mics and blow halogen lights
At precise points to point press your eyes
Warpaint to paint pictures like pagan’s paint paintings
Stimulate great simulating weight when I’m spraying
I’ve seen sights of mics how you like that?
Holographic data just retype that
After the war bring the beats and mics back
As I recite raps with my staff in my right hand to knight tracks
Exact syntax of synth slaps react sick twisted
Your body is blood-stained defending war grounds
Where I left all my foes slain
And if the rain cleared the fog then I’ll follow the storm
See you at the next rhyme when hip hop is reborn
Witness the manuscripted and written depiction of a vision
Depicting the vicious and wicked image I’m living
I’m a man among neglected infected decrepit and wretched
Descended from the heavens, resurrecting is my mission
And I am the man incepted with the weapon implemented
For affecting and inflicting the sickened with the precision of medicinal incisions
Fuck traditional religion
Pray to above but love sinning
Play to the drum of blood dripping
Nigga who the fuck you kidding with killings, massacre and murders
Blood on the government's hands in other lands you never heard of
However you never wonder why these clans are trying to hurt ya
In 91 we put Sadaam to shame
And it’s a damn shame
That it came to fast planes blasting into vast flames
And melting the mass frames of centers of world trade
And the man we love to hate is the center of world fame
For my ending and last claim
Look how quick we had the man blamed
All I’ve got is pain
Encaged, enraged to feign my fate
My hate I take to all who stall a change
Wounded cuts cross
Enforce the force
Reverse the course
All I need is peace
Unhealed, unsealed
Reveal to feel the fear
And steer it clear of those who care
Incentive to sentence all of my sins
And sentence all of my wins
And sentence all of my foes
A cold winter blows
And now I’m on top while the empire folds
Bleeding from my soul
Searching for a code
Angels holding scepters accepting all of my woes
Misery has called
Leaving a message for what was done
But my eyes and ears only sense what’s to come
The path I lead is toward the sun
While the life I live has just begun
I rung and sung these lyrical decrees
Like Judge Mathis
I rap raw, sentence wack emcees under rap law
Nine leaves we be’s beyond tapping jaws
We tapping spinal cords
Tapping toes to floors
Clap your hands applause
Murder all
Met all the murky their efforts I’m hurting the feckless
Depending if they flirt with my fetish
Fermenting the letters
The funk that kills and fractures my foes
Embedded in those to better my flows
Yo stay on your toes
Like ballerinas my galleria will wreck your palacia
Conceded of falacia cono maldita
Me and my people pica peaking through receivers and speakers on stereos
Stang will bury foes
Between a hard and a hard place
Put a rock in your soft face
Inscribed he tried to be Scarface but died from Stang’s mic blaze
End of your days
Stang’s the second wave
Though it’s all fair
When you test my Nine Leaves, it’s warfare
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2. |
Closer
04:18
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On the interstate highway
On the interstate highway switching lanes
Flashing lights and some pouring rain
Lord, why did you take them away
Situation so strange
How could this happen to me
Insanity took advantage of me
Closer
Sinking deeper ‘till you’re with me
5 o’clock in the afternoon
Heading home from paying my dues
My feet strain from discomforting shoes
Passing the blocks where I chilled with my crew
Sucking peanut chews
Wolves got nothing to do
Stay on the move
Cut the corner quick
Take off my tie, unbutton my shirt
I pull to the curb, I’m finally home from work
Step out the whip and it’s silent and shit
Head towards the crib
Bloody pathway, I’m running and quick
I find my wife plus my kid just drenched in blood
I fall to my knees
I’m begging God please
Please God don’t do this to me
Run to the room and I’m grabbing my tool
Any fool in the house is feeling the fumes
I’m slipping my shoes
This bloody stain
I hear the rain dripping off the window pane
Now I’m going insane
I’m reaching for my kid’s picture frame
I’m just, just reaching for the picture frame
But my soul’s in flames
Closer
Sinking deeper ‘till you’re with me
Suddenly the door opens and I’m rolling across the floor
Choking over broken glass
Get in position
Aiming for his ass
Couldn’t see him
My vision blurry
There’s more than one
I pulled the gun
Then one dropped
Then I heard “Stop, it’s the cops”
Gunshot
He ran through the back
I went down the block
Hopped in a Honda Civic hatchback
Popped it in gear
Felt the neck snap the rear
Whipped back, hot flash
I’m back on the interstate highway switching lanes
Flashing lights and some pouring rain
Lord, why did you take them away
I pray
Notice the temperature gauge
Smoking hood, car over-aged
Losing pace, pull to the side
End of my ride
I’m looking outside
The gun to my thighs
I’m looking up high
Now I cry
Tinted glass helps me hide
It’s time
I’m ready to die
I’m ready to fly
No, I can’t go no more
I lost control
I need to stop this right now
I need to stop
I’m not going nowhere
Popped the clip
Kiss the tip
Once through the door
Make it spit
Try to hit everything I can get
Let me sit for a sec
Run my life through inspects
Took a long way, no regrets
The loves of my life
My kid and my wife I lost
The stab of a knife is what it feels like
I’m not the criminal type
So fuck the gun
I’ll step outside and act like I’m holding one
It’s suicide
Closer
Sinking deeper ‘till you’re with me
Closer
I’m here
I’m here baby
I’m finally with you
They can never break us
And I’m a never let you go
I love you
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3. |
On And On
04:52
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Let's take it back to the beginning, the feeling is still cold
Once upon a time Brooklyn was my home
My father and my mother and me and my bro
Not a worry in the world, chubby and snot nosed
We were so naive that we did not know
All the troubles in our home and we was flat broke
Crackhead Jamaicans on the top floor
Always jacking our shit just to cop blow
My brother's violin, TV, VCR
Goddamn, I can't forget the Atari 26 hundred
Now we just left with nothing
I'm older and wondering if my father was fronting
After all that I saw, if there was more than meets the eye
And take the time to find what used to make my mother cry
And why she used to scream “I can't take another lie”
Sometimes I felt the lord was just the devil in disguise
See me love
See through these eyes
This is my life
See my survive
If I ever would've known then what I know now
Never would've ever been the memory of poverty
And possibly the memory was merrily and positive
My life was hard to live and even harder as a kid
Watching daddy making music was the favorite thing we did
And little did we know he was taking hits instead of making them
A piano player that played more than a piano
TV was my escape but I saw more than one channel
Damn
Have you ever felt there’s no escape
When you’re taken from your soul mate
Dedicated to our dreams but separated at the seams
At the moment it all seems fake
Don’t know what it all means
But then you realize reality hit you with a marital issue
Now you in New Jeruz while he in little Beirut
Selling nickels even yet to getting pimples
Your my blood, my heart is wilted
The guilt will forever be heavy on my soul
Heavy on my heart
My brother they’ll never tear us apart
Can it be that it was all so simple
Can it be that it was all so hopeful
Could our fate be nothing more than hurtful
Can it be that it was all so simple
I’m no longer a child, I’ve seen these years go by
I’ve grieved many times, but yet these tears don't dry
I live my life in seasons and the leaves don't lie
Fall’s an emotion, who said trees don't cry
Every man has his moment and we don't know why
I’m pleading for reasons, screaming please don't die
My attempts at begging have falling on deaf ears
Music made him a legend, but dead at 47 years
I'm a better man because of it all, I’ve opened these eyes and
GCozmic you’re my Rock, you’re my reason for surviving
And being in your presence, happiness is of the essence
Little Cruz the 4th, your mission’s to break this vicious cycle.
Ain't no other mother that’s loving quite like you
What you're hearing is the story of my life in my view
If it wasn’t for my crew no telling what I might do
So much I wanna tell the world, but not enough time to
A disciple for the world, every single word is vital
Live will give it and will take it but never take it for granted
Whether we make it or break it, we gotta stand it and manage
I’m a man of ambition and vision and reaching divine
When I die I’m leaving behind my achievements in rhyme
I’m a leave you with these words that should seep in your mind
My father’s last words are spoken and frozen in time
Honest and plain, simple and truthful
“Remember that you’re beautiful”
See me love
See through these eyes
This is my life
See my survive
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4. |
Another Falsehood
02:24
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Another falsehood
Another snake that watches us get tortured
Feeding off the remnants
Stemming from the ordered deaths
My energy’s enemy
See it eats the force whose source is black as space
So I pace
And build a wall that halts this fallen race
Constructing shields as fields across my face
‘Cause there’s untold goals
Whose parallax will taint the facts and blacken backs
Because you see it’s not the time to wait
Not the time to wait for their fate
It’s now the time to wake
‘Bout that time to wake to the stake
Look
To the stars to see just where you’ve come
Where the gods of old are truly from
Where the seeds of Earth’s multiple tongues
All derive so strive to make undone
All the ties that bind us recognize
That the key to flight it really lies
In our hearts and thoughts and in our minds
Using wings of light begin to rise
Rise
From the depths of fear that cloud your eyes
From the baleful world in which you die
Let your wings be spread unto the sky
Unto heaven’s end begin to rise
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5. |
The Silver Lining
04:05
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Glory God
Make it all stop
Grant me one wish so I can drop
Into deep wonderful sleep
Someone’s got to help me
Glory God
Make it all stop
Grant me one wish so I can drop
Into deep wonderful sleep
Someone’s got to help me
Little Davy Jenkins was a little Finnish boy
With a little brittle build
And a simple little shovel to be used when he was killed
See this little middle child held a little riddle gift
Whether bat or gat
Slash or gash
Flash of juice
Set the noose
Let it loose
Set a rift in his ribs
Get him ripped into bits
And he tried and tried and tried
But this little boy just wouldn’t die
So he came up with a notion seeming kind of precocious
But seeing it hopeless
Made the decision to throw sense into the wide open
To possibly discover a potion made of a magical substance
A radical fungus
Or possibly a secret lotion from the ocean
Or his meeting a shaman to teach and chatter
‘Bout the former or the latter
See it didn’t matter
It didn’t matter what it took to unhook from immortality’s prison
The time had risen
So he walked and he walked
Over cobblestones and ditches
Into every single village
Asking for assistance
The locals with insistence convinced him with persistence
They’d unite everyone to kill him and fix him
And though he traveled to countless places
Encountering countless faces
The only benefit was that he brought these adjacent nations together
‘Cause striving to kill him put problems aside
Except for one
He was still alive
Glory God
Make it all stop
Grant me one wish so I can drop
Into deep wonderful sleep
Someone’s got to help me
Glory God
Make it all stop
Grant me this wish so I can drop
Into deep wonderful peace
Something’s got to help me
Then one day
Pursuit gave way
And Davy strayed
Beyond where a soul had stayed
And it was a deep in an everglade
That never rained
That Poktos prayed
Standing tall and gray
She was a cannibal squirrel with irregular whiskers
That was humanoid and she spoke in a whisper
Picture the look on Davy’s face as he spoke in a mess
Would you be able to kill me?
Yes
Yes
Thank you God
I’ve been waiting so long
Suddenly he felt tremendous pain
Body rearranged
He was undergoing something quite insane
Quite an unexpected change
It’s all an exchange involving a trade
Poktos to the grave
And Davy just left to remain
Living in this world
Living as the squirrel
Hidden memory brought treasures of the lives of predecessors
Though of death not a possessor
He would hunt the next successor
Centuries old he roamed the land
For one who sought to die by any measure
Glory God
Grant me one wish
Free me from life
End all of this
Grant me sleep
Wonderful sleep
Oh God won’t you help me
Glory God
Make it all stop
Grant me this wish so I can drop
Into deep wonderful sleep
Oh God won’t you help me
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6. |
At A Loss For Words
03:10
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Sit deep think quick react even faster
In fact, thought to cast you, capture mind frames for data
Data, plus then I can loop back the scene
Expose your blows to calculate sums of dreams
Sons are kings, past poems are tombs written like scrolls
Inflicting the young, in fact inflicting the old
Decrypted the code
Explode, cause friction to foes to pray hard
Try to escape but I lock you in these eight bars
Lyrical lacerations, paraphrasing your face guard
Blast a nation with raps amazing, we making them raise the bar
My flows poetically adept to the depths of the devil’s reaching
My mental potential cause audible treble levels peaking
Levels peaking, devils seeking beacons breaching and deleting
You find the way that I’m freaking speaking speeches while I’m sleeping
Inside of my own space
Pitch black in a zone wait
Pushbacks and the bones break
Thus collapse from their own weight
When I
Rock your dome with a battle blow
The microphone knows your flows fake
I’ll make it known to the whole state
Bring a close to your souls fate
Incarcerate with no probable cause
Close the gate with no escape
My blood boils with cold hate
I’m nasty in ways that most ain’t
I’m at a loss for words
There’s nothing left to say
I’m at a loss for words
Just let the music play
Imagine the roles reversed
Those with flows the most deserving
To show remorse for the poor and to those the dough would serve
Dispose of my foes and emerge
Deploy my metaphors and verbs
Lyrical lieutenant that headed and led the war with his words
Absurd verbs observe to react quick
Wackness gets slashed with hatches
Face the facets captured facts are fractured as fast as flashes
Disaster strikes the masses when the mask gets worn in the past tense
Cracked lenses for false image appearance
Fear this, fearless, bring water into my eyes until the tears drip
Sins sear sick, sincere twist, Vicks clears the mist, decrypts weird words that I mix here
Fix gears, rip ears and mics alike twice as nice as divine scripts here
I’m living to die to be born again, the mortal men are mourning
And only when the dawn of the morning is open for the soul of the chosen omen
And all the holy men are yelling amen for the lord that they believe in
The religion you living and leading is giving you reason deceiving in meaning
Meanings deemed supreme seeing scenes weaved from looms in dreams
Cling to things, screen the scenes, freeze the frames, sees the blame
Scenes convey, seem to stray from true means
Confuse beings the Nine Leaves consume teams
The fumes stream through crews screams
However but few seen the level of true cream
Niggas waiting for loot dreams like pathetical new teens
Never ever confuse clean with the smell of a new fiend
I’m amused by letting you bleed like that channel eleven news team
Fuck exposed to radiation I suffer from blood in my gamma stream
I casually battle teams and offer money back guarantees
Visualize and imagine your fantasies
The factual actualities
Fuck the fallacies you see often
My illumination is exposin
Woven a perfect potent potion closed in an emulsion
Approaching cold winter pulses holding poses for winter solstice
From whence the soul sits on crumbling bed rock
These bumbling idiots get your stumbling heads chopped
We phonetically rip shop
With the methods of hip-hop
We poetically lick shots
In other words our verbs are murder
Heard a certified burner blows back to break the common
Verbs are murdered been served to the poetry of Aronic
I’m at a loss for words
There’s nothing left to say
I’m at a loss for words
Just let the music play
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7. |
Governmental Pariah
05:05
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Let ‘em touch me
Let ‘em seek to try and rush me
Let me crack the hourglass
To end this waiting so they can crush me
My living it tempts the bent of path
Whose wrath would see me burned
But my strokes of luck have struck a cord
With swords of those who’ve learned
And I’ve turned to face the beast
I’ll be silenced to say the least
But I’ll cease to fear the fear that wrecks this puzzle that I’ve pieced
As I embattle this counter siege
My liege self will stealthy die
‘Cause with so many guns and only one
There’s no one to fortify
So know that I decry with certainty
Flirting with my insurgency
While cursing this incursion that’s curing despite the hurting
See I’m dangerous
And it’s worth the curse
‘Cause if I don’t it’s worse
So motherfuckers better bring the hearse
And understand
My nimble mind ain’t got time to deal with lies alive inside a fucking prison
‘Cause I’m ridden
With notions that oceans of life await me
So I’ll take my chances dancing with the death to breathe in safety
‘Cause the amaranth sees in amaranthine dreams
And the predator sees what sort of predator screams
And it’s the same old plot
Denying they took the first shot
Must have been that crazy man deserving what he got
Leaning on door planks with spinning, smoking techs
I’m grinning
Focused let’s begin this locus fest
Lord of the flies
Orders to die
Slaughter your lies
Bordered up pride
So despite the vast blood loss
The pain will just ride
And in vain I must cry
To judge freedom I fight forth
To test the right course
And plug up life’s force
With clots of mic cords
So electrifying Phenetix speaks easy
And the freedom of speech flows freely
From each individual, see me
Crunch time decision maker
Spin a web but weave a tale to buy your time
So you can make or break or run for it
Fuck this shit
Stand my ground and make a gun for it
So when I turn to bust
You must realize that you want none of this
In the depths of my being I free demons
To search for the reason of malfeasance
That be bleeding my breathing
Blood of the lamb tainted
Infected and holding hatred
With single celled pace
I erase my former trace
A former case
Our contact tract will crack backs
And backed I hold fast
But tracked I won’t last
See seemingly streaming’s the proper means of my seething
And I’m concealing conceiving while I’m conceiving deceiving
The reaper speaks so fucking furious
Marksmen can snipe for miles
And the sparks can wipe the smiles
Them too smart to light the trials
Your heart’s piped inside of vials
Behind mills between the silo
Cry slow for your survival
Hence the truth will never die though
‘Cause the amaranth sees in amaranthine dreams
And the predator sees what sort of predator screams
And it’s the same old plot
Denying they took the first shot
Must have been that crazy man deserving what he got
Let ‘em try and take me
Let ‘em seek to taunt and taint me
Let ‘em try to talk me down
And shake my spirit so they can break me
Two lines for every side of the story
The sly and the sorry
The violence is gory
Elude the lies that are luring
I don’t walk in secret
And I don’t stalk in seasons
With iniquitous rhythms my system is seizing this treason
Believe in the problem solver
A revolver to clap at you bastards
Actual actions
Find the demons marching
Matching your passions
Demons are feeding
And breeding
My inner self explodes
With weapons of mass destruction
And tension to sunder its suction
Corruption consumption
Conducting, constructing eruption of these dungeons
I bludgeon all ‘till they fall
See my grave is raised
My contempt’s been gauged
Now this motherfucking rage has found a helpful sage
And these blades are cold
Inflicting cuts untold
And this day is of a shade that’s of a fadeless mold
I spin around and pound the gavel
I spin around and smooth the gravel
To prepare a bed for the bastards that flew the sparrow
Modern day arrows pierce fort walls that do surround me
Drops of sap from the seeds I’ve sewn flood the ground around me
Surreal but yet astounding
Truth speaker turned to martyr
Prepare the fledgelings to flock from the nest to teach the rest
Without the vest they are the starter
Of Desert Eagles hunting
Spray stray shots to aid the chaos so they don’t come in
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8. |
Bitter Sweet
02:57
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A life lost to the flow of the streets
Swallowed by the barrel in the path of a beast
Rosaries hanging down from my palms to my knees
I’m actually believing the reason he had to leave is
Maybe he’s free
With a tight squeeze I breath
Look towards the cross
Except my sins before I storm through these doors
With so many questions and no one to ask
I’m putting myself together
But I’m shattered like glass
It’s a fine day anyway
It’s been a week but I know where the shooter stay
He make his run out of state Philly where he lay
My source was brotherly love from the Jack Of Trades
So walk with me as I go through the story line
I’m trying to find my mind for this painful rhyme
In time you people would see what this did to me
Your breath and death is my life on this casualty
Provoked
Come close
What he got he hides
How I come to find this powder of a precious kind
How he gonna go and steal from a violent mind
Consider a loaded clip inside
Though a life of crime has given me sights
What a sight to describe what’s it’s like
What a fight
As the bullet exits right through flesh
Headed for rest just left of a different man’s chest
Another price met
But I guess better him than me
A life lost in an unintended casualty
Quarter to three
I’m creeping up his stoop
The cops making their rounds
With two bullets to shoot
The first is for the pain
To suffer before the rain
The second is left engraved with my brother’s name
Excuse me miss
Get the fuck out my way
I’m looking for Jay Jay
He pulls out the gauge
He’s driven to draw first
But too late
I aimed
One shot
One wound
One spot
Almost took all I got
But I still got it cocked
And this man’s gonna drop
As soon as I let it rock
As soon as the bullet zooms
Through gloom and his certain doom
I’m consumed
Confused as my hesitation looms
Couldn’t move
Couldn’t choose
Could it be it was the moon
But, gotta make decisions soon
As I bleed
As the sheen from my gun provides a scene
I can see
The look in his eyes
I’d do it if mine
I feel what he feels
Something real in the anger from his steal
Yet, never let the heart persuade is what I always said
Loosen up, turn around
Walk away and now I’m
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9. |
Symphony Of Life
04:22
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Life breeds love like a knight streams blood
Night dreams of nice things
Might these come?
Time sees no light so she fights mean ‘cause
Her rights mean so much
His pride means none
These eyes have seen signs
My rhymes I read crimes
She tries he undermines
She cries he doesn’t mind
She left this motherfucker for about a hundred times
The nigga never quit so it’s time to grab the nine
Dumb son of a bitch it’s not the time to just deny
How about a apologize
You about to fucking die
Now look into his eyes for the last and final time
Keep your kids in mind when you decide to cross that line
Rush
Feel the rush of life come through your touch
And the touch entice your sights with such
Decisive scenes and dreams you’ll fiend for more
While you’re soaring up off the floor
Screaming rhymes
Shouting lines into lives
With the sky always mine
In the state of a regular high
Life, life, life, life
Feel the sound of these lines
Come through the symphony of our lives
The flesh of my flesh
The blood of my blood
Is in a heck of a mess
A muck made of mud
Of his dirt and their tears
The hurt and despair
Covered by curtains of fear
And no one’s aware
But when it’s made clear
He’s scared no one will be there
Though I’m pissed I’ll always be fair
Be clear I’ll always be here
This ain’t just a song
Although you’re morally wrong
I’ll help you move on
And the movement is strong
Through these troublesome times
Regardless the crime
We still tie the same blood line
Brah I’m
Soul, body, and mind
Nobody’s inclined to hold by the divine design
Of the most high
Though you, I, and most try
Most lie, boast, cry
In these events we’re just instruments
In the symphony of life
Simply there’s strife
Don’t play into it
Stay a brim of it
Stang
Rush
Feel the rush of life come through your touch
And the touch entice your sights with such
Decisive scenes and dreams you’ll fiend for more
While you’re soaring up off the floor
Through the lies
Through the cries
Through the signs
Through the crimes
With the nine through the terrible, terrible times
Life, life, life, life
Let the sound of these rhymes
Come through the symphony of our lives
Seasons are blended
But reasons offended
Has lended a hand to the reason you’re tensing
Has got the best of us
Lessons are just that
So let us adjust
Better that us
Learn the lessons of trust
So just in flux
Know composed flows are fused
Confused?
Pause take a second to choose
Live life to the fullest
Lose all that I got
Let me take a bit of both and put it all in a pot
I am
A dead man walking
A thinker that thinks often
It don’t mean I’m not attracted
I am distracted
By going on’s around us
Live life like a nomad
But the arrow found us
Astounding
Sounding like a poet joking
But the toll takes a serious token
No rolling over to get mowed and ripped
You’re in my heart so
Rhymes in my soul
And that’s it
What
All the criminals running
And all the sinister gunning
There’s still sun in the son
Whose one that’s got to hear the phone ring
All we need is an angel to sing
So all the mothers of soldiers
Won’t have to hear the bell ring
‘Cause life’s light strikes right through pain
And uh, life’s love runs deep through strain
A shadow of the former self
Waking, moving, stepping through the shadow
To a higher shelf
Myself to life I rush
Rush
Feel the rush of life come through your touch
And the touch entice your sights with such
Decisive scenes and dreams you’ll fiend for more
While you’re soaring up off the floor
Screaming rhymes
Shouting lines into lives
With the sky always mine
In the state of a regular high
Life, life, life, life
Feel the sound of the nine
Come through the symphony of our lives
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10. |
Iron Grip
04:29
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Picture an arm and hammer
Now picture these arms with hammers
Not to pop and blam ya
The ones to cock back and slam ya
My grammar
My language is dangerous
Feel the iron grip
Clenched by the iron fist
Stang is running this shit
Yeah
This is the Soviet sound
So be it that we are it and holding it down
From right now
Till kingdom come
The kings have come
I feel lethal like Neo
I know I’m the one
The top show gun
Top flows get shun for fun
I rock shows till the shows is done
It’s Stang
One
Coming in like an avalanche
Destruction’s sort of like a dance
With battle plans
I’m wishing and itching to have the chance
Remain in an iron stance
With an iron lance for a fist
Better drop back quick
Cross the line and assist
‘Cause the hidden hand lands where I spit
Terror sips from my lip
Made of granite
Just examine
The planets communicate through weather and cloud cover
So you know I speak the language of thunder
I’m a menace but a legend when it comes to defending
Split the presence of the heavens
Into remnants unmended when I’m contended
The water
Torture
Techniques are treacherous
Engulfed within my blackout of biological excellence
So settle in
Like peasants of peddling pestilence
A pesticide blasting ‘em
Casting insects out like an exodus
Whose next to flip and grip with iron restraints
And I’m frying membranes
And you’re trying, lying, lying dead in your place
I silence kindness for the violence
When they try to refrain
And all the blinded find the mindless
When they try to complain
So my design is of the finest shift
I’m never the same
So when I speak it simple and plain
I go straight for the brain
The iron clad grip
Iron four
I am more war
Ready
War
Ready
Raw
Deadly iron clap y’all
Back to the back door
Back to the backpacks
Back to attack dogs
With backs to the wall
Draw two iron hatchets to hack and slash y’all
My heart’s catapulting my life
Like pole-vaulting fires
Shock
Clear
Pounding my chest with live wires
Shock
Clear
Conditions is unexplainable
Shock
Clear
I’m breathing grasping the table
And I
Can’t
Stop
With numerous blows to the hands of angels
And I
Won’t
Quit
Beating the horns of devils till I’m stable
And I
Can’t I
Won’t I
Never lay down
Still got eight rounds
I still got something left
Now I
Walk with death
Flatline
Bullet holes in my chest
I’m gifted with the craft of script and rap
I read the scriptures
And I ripped them into strips of facts
Then spit them into rhythm tracks
Fuck the music business of ignorance
We bringing wisdom back
Examine what you’re rapping
And conclude you’re just a rapping fool
Attacking your manhood
Retracting you back to your damaged youth
Discipline your actions of whackness
Please see me after school
Come follow me
The soldier with soul power
The prophet
The only chosen one
The golden child with flowing style
Behold I am the holy son
We fight until the war is one
Until we see that day has come
I’ll never feel the warmth of sun
Never believe whatever they told
There never could be
They keep us below
Inevitably my people will know
Together we’ll be
Forever we’ll grow
Never leave when they need you
Never look beating or let ‘em see you cry
Never lead your people to evil
And remember to never let ‘em die
Never let ‘em die
Never gonna die it’s inside of me
Never gonna tear this grip out of me
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