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The King's Speech
01:56
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on the eve of my consecration/ I rattle snake like in the anticipation of the admiration/ yet I discover the title is merely smoke and mirrors/ unlike Janet, I had no Rhythm Nation/ unlike Stevie, I had no way of seeing clearer/ just snapshots of soul abrasions/ and nights in a drunken stupor/ waiting for a bail out, he’s a loser/ pause/ I’mma let you catch your breath/ like Missy, this is not a test/ the flow hit hard like fist to your chest/ you better be ready No Doubt Rock Steady/ we can go deep, Blackstreet like Teddy/ I like my Dreamgirls heavy, heavy/ we can get soaked I broke your levee/ you’re all brand new like a mani-pedi glistening/ it’s hard cuz these niggaz aint listening/ blind to heart of my sentimental/ I’m wanna go postal super-mental but I digress/ eliminate me if I be the stress that would ever hinder your progress/ kindly undress the riddles and speak to me in the Queen’s English/ be the fire when those who dare seek to extinguish
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Give Up The Ghost
02:20
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I’m tired of smoking, sick of liquor/ the euphoria fades when in the morning I am sicker/ and I allow my vices priceless pain triggers/ in my mind I’m Goliath but to you I’m just a nigga/ and I wonder how you figure/ I got commandments to deliver/ beware of every snake/ they might seem pretty when they slither/ beware of every truth there’s no advisory sticker/ beware of every pussy/ check it out before you lick her, my nigga/ HERE I STAND PRIDE IN HAND RAISE YOUR GLASS, TOAST/ EMPTY SPEECHES AMONG THE LEECHES I’LL NO LONGER HOST/ I’M BOUT TO GIVE UP THE GHOST/ I aint Ricky, I aint Drizzy/ I aint Weezy, I aint Yeezy/ I aint Def, Kweli or Common/ Dipset, D-Block, Busta Rhymes/ I’m no crip, blood, latin king/ or Luther Vandross when I sing/ but I got fire blazing hotter than hell/ I am fuckin amazing/ and I could care less if you ride/ burn your casket when you die/ I’m on your monument pissing/ I got all the shit you been missing/ hold my head up, I am strong/ use it for another song/ to teach my people you can beat/ every burden you release/ HERE I STAND PRIDE IN HAND RAISE YOUR GLASS, TOAST/ EMPTY SPEECHES AMONG THE LEECHES I’LL NO LONGER HOST/ I’M BOUT TO GIVE UP THE GHOST
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Hollywood Jesus
03:11
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I’m lost amid the hazes/ of flashing lights and faces/ they know I’m camera shy/ from all the rumor blazing/ I cling to prayers and scriptures/ they call religious hazing/ I fall deaf to conspirists/ and theories media-glazing/ I’m so sucked in the danger/ that I find the pain amazing/ I’m dropped into a matrix/ I trail nervous and pacing/ when his own failed to love him and he faced the crucifixion/ where were his beats and Grammys?/ fame hides its contradictions/ keep ‘em itchin/ WHO’S GONNA WANT SALVATION/ WHEN YOU GOT A HOLLYWOOD JESUS/ WHO’S GONNA SEEK REPENTENCE/ WHEN YOU THINK YOU’RE GOD IN ALL OF HIS INFINITE WISDOM/ WHO’S GONNA NEED SALVATION/ IF YOU GOT A HOLLYWOOD JESUS/ MY BROTHER I FEAR FOR YOU/ MY SISTER I FEAR FOR YOU/ black and white aesthetics/ gossip of devil worship/ be sure to give your soul up/ make sure you sign in cursive/ I’m so enamored by it/ but I don’t see the purpose/ they gotta hide in music/ we ran ‘em out the churches/ so don’t call my name, don’t call my name like I’m Alejandro/ you got your God on Twitter/ I found my own to follow/ when it’s blatant and heinous/ it’s certainly hard to swallow/ the rhythm is most alluring/ it’s tale is frail and hollow/ be not deceived by pictures/ celebrity is merely a title/ don’t ever forget they’re human/ it is we that have made them idols/ when the music died/ I sough it’s resurrection/ should you defile my message/ you’ll meet my Swif and Wesson/ keep ‘em guessin/ WHO’S GONNA WANT SALVATION/ WHEN YOU GOT A HOLLYWOOD JESUS/ WHO’S GONNA SEEK REPENTENCE/ WHEN YOU THINK YOU’RE GOD IN ALL OF HIS INFINITE WISDOM/ WHO’S GONNA NEED SALVATION/ IF YOU GOT A HOLLYWOOD JESUS/ MY BROTHER I FEAR FOR YOU/ MY SISTER I FEAR FOR YOU
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Half Time Revisited
01:45
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(IZM) Amazing grace/ I take it to the face, don’t chase/ I’m hard body/ I’m so in that I’m out of place/ the beat so dope that it don’t need bass/ no sweetener/ thing so wet like I’m eating her/ nah nigga, I ain’t keepin her/ she had the whole hood deep in her/ fre-freaking her/ next to the stage/ dirty backpack with words of rage/ and you ain’t gotta peep my stee-lo/ you ain’t 702 hoe/ more like a million dead hearts gasping for air/ soon, we’ll have to pay for that/ so make sure that you keep a stack/ failed economics, no quarters back/ (GIOVONNI PRATT) what have I become, a product of placement for my environment to tune to/ music is money, but don’t pattern off the principle/ food for thought matter of minds stitch the outline/ hustle it’s something to move thrones draw the image/ tune into channels that’s universal/ how I juggle minds moving its marriage in matrimony/ here’s the vows/ vivid the vocal the grand/ stepping over lines/ never promised the hour amongst time/ so I chill, rapid it’s something I got a habit to express/ when I place it in music it manifests call it sunshine/ drop of a dime damn these niggers over-zealous when it comes to rhyme/ I get mine check the outline, touching the paper the pain runs through the pen/ scribble my writings to overload short mindset/ serving the majors over the net rap Wimbledon/ symbolist threat, thumbing your third eye blind/ son take and ride/ I can’t vision what is not true/ study the terms in rap language/ (game shit) sever my ties to temp tangles to floss through/ ebony flow and tight angles written/ music is something that I will die with preaching/ put it on soul and keep flipping what I know/ music I master and love text mind open/ surgically ravage the mind set with no blue print/ provided the picture to point bless when I came through repping my set to save people that bore views/ spoken on terms that can’t calm dues/(say it) simpleton drama the ill saga of a fake crew stuck in the times of fad labels/ beefing, saggin when written it spells niggas but who listenin…
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I Don't Feel God
02:18
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Release me from the caption of the vultures and let me breathe right/ I’m disgusting/ addicted to a culture that merely bleeds light/ un-cuff me/ roll of this filthy gurney and let me feel/ if I’m barely breathing, no Duncan/ then how am I surviving this dying dream of life/ SOMETIMES I DON’T FEEL GOD/ SOMETIMES I DON’T FEEL GOD AND IT SCARES ME/ bump outta here/ bump to the club/ bump out the parking lot/ unravel my timestamp/ yeah I seen a lot/ pencil through the maze and connect the dots/ are we there yet?/ poor navigation/ impulsive acting depleting patience/ we dance to demonic cadence/ sinful, seductive fragrance/ I am tired/ I am lost/ I am broke/ wave this cost/ I am unarmed/ please put down your weapons gangsta grill for a hood deception/ I just wanna right my wrongs/ but that list is much too long/ I can’t surrender to the consequence/ of another self-loathing song/ SOMETIMES I DON’T FEEL GOD/ SOMETIMES I DON’T FEEL GOD AND IT SCARES ME/ to…
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Stand At A Normal Height
03:03
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jerking off the industry/ swallowing a contract/ fuck for a sick beat/ trizz for a hot track/ where has the love gone?/ sweat on a bent back/ we love your pretty face and the talent you lack/ come back when you’re packing real/ it’s so sad/ girls sucking dick for deals/ nigga selling their souls for that platinum ice/ I’m on the lasttrain to Paris with Diddy tonight/ gutter, gangsta, rowdy starting fights/ I be leaving bodies possessed , no Poltergeist they like “Lil nigga stand at a
normal height/ and say it with your chest Kev Hart-in ‘em/ I’m a lyrical savior sea partin ‘em have you seen these niggaz milk carton ‘em/
play M.I.A when we galang galang/ mandingo flow I be dangalangin/ EVERYBODY IN THE HOOD GONE WANT SOME/ STOP TRYNNA FRONT/ KNOW YOU WANT SOME/ ALL THE NIGGAZ IN THE HOOD GONE WANT SOME/ SHAWTY STOP TRYNNA FRONT/ GIVE IT UP SOME/ I’m kinda of pricey you must pay first/ burn your extravagance/ bring your hurt/ it smells like teen spirit/ where is Kurt/ we of a faint race made of dirt/ bred to annihilate/ insert hearse/ insert one-liner, insert verse/ star power glazes of blessings cursed/ former idol extro-introvert/ I’m not a rapper/ I just got flow/ some play intelligent and I just know/ see I am the greatest coke no blow/ straight to your right brain I just go/ leave you inaudible/ burn all your brain cells I hope you remember well/ I go for blood to be the king of the zoo/ full of animals and invalids using you/ don’t sweat the technique/ call me Rakim/ if you expect a gangsta/ I am not him/ except for when I’m forced to check you niggaz/ exhaust all your memory/ forget you niggaz/ quick to sell dreams like the government/ forgive all my sins when I don’t repent/ be sure to contact your next of kin, nigga I’m on a rampage slayin them/ spitting real to these boys claiming that they’re men/ see an end to their life before it can begin/ tears form a puddle of your blood in the street/ another bites the dust/ control alt delete/ EVERYBODY IN THE HOOD GONE WANT SOME/ STOP TRYNNA FRONT/ KNOW YOU WANT SOME/ ALL THE NIGGAZ IN THE HOOD GONE WANT SOME/ SHAWTY STOP TRYNNA FRONT/ GIVE IT UP SOME
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Suicide Lane
05:16
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IF YOU DON’T WANNA FEEL MY PAIN/ NIGGA DON’T GET IN MY SUICIDE LANE/ YES MY WHIP SICK/ BETTY FORD INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE/ GAS YOU UP PROPANE/ I got a couple screws loose thank the boose/ I can’t do the E&J/ it leave me bruised/ wanna walk a mile in ‘em take my shoes/ nigga sail pon the water like a NY cruise/ I don’t wanna touch ground, reality moves/ and when I seem to square off with him I always lose/ so I pour another cup of that evil juice/ and I accept defeat fuck it I’ll just make a beat for dem/ and let it bump bump in street for dem/ niggaz getting caught with the heat for dem/ China mon no wonton soup for dem/ your shawty buttnaked in the coupe with him/ now you wanna go and get your mans and ‘nem/ “he up the block slinging rock on the stoop with dem”/ your man’s like “nigga you a stupid him/ I dot head pop he be shootin dem/ IF YOU DON’T WANNA FEEL MY PAIN/ NIGGA DON’T GET IN MY SUICIDE LANE/ YES MY WHIP SICK/ BETTY FORD INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE/ GAS YOU UP PROPANE/ I’m a top shotta like the movie dudes/ turning rappers to stew Campbell’s soup dudes/ call me Tony Soprano I don’t fuck wit youse/ my flow Steel Reserve 211 brew/ bwoi who ya tok to/ ya nah won test/ me shotty leave a rasclad hole inna ya chest/ me gyal stash di ganja breed inna her chest/ mi own the whole world/ mi hafta sign one check so/ rude bwoi nah test me/ me nah wan play/ treat me like the Jihad/ nigga make one false move you gone meet God/ so dress lightly for hell/ it’s gone be hot/ smack fire out your face/ make your jaw pop/ knock fire out your ass make your draw drop/ make your jaw lock/ with my glock inna ya mouth mi ah say/ me nah wan play/ me nah wan play/ rude bwoi nah test me/ me nah wan play/ IF YOU DON’T WANNA FEEL MY PAIN/ NIGGA DON’T GET IN MY SUICIDE LANE/ YES MY WHIP SICK/ BETTY FORD INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE/ GAS YOU UP PROPANE
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Chasing You
03:14
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you know I fire off at the hip/ so don’t be trynna run up in my ear barking all that raspy shit/ and please don’t ask me shit/ cuz everything I did I aint ask for shit/ I only did it for the kiss I’d get/ maybe a new pulse of love that didn’t involve my dick/ and this where I end up?/ blowing blunts of dro/ cuz ain’t trynna hear me tho?/ you kept everything I said on stash so you could have the upper hand and cover your ass/ yeah I peeped you/ it ain’t too hard cuz you’re see through/ kinda just like me/ the blind leading the blind always
end up seen/ I can’t believe that I feel like this/ after four cans of Loko and I ain’t even thought to piss/ I’m just chasing you/ I’M JUST CHASING/ OBLIVIOUS TO WHAT I’M FACING WITH YOU/ I’M JUST CHASING STUCK IN A MOMENT/ COMPLACENT/ WITH YOU/ I’M
JUST CHASING/ MARATHON SPEED OUTER SPACING/ FOR YOU/ I’M JUST CHASING YOU CUZ YOU’RE WAY PAST GONE/ I’m prone to make mistakes/ never said I would be perfect/ I didn’t say it was easy/ but I said it would be worth it/ we’re both very deserving/ but we don’t see the reason/ we’re blinded by our lust and the late night creeping/ no phone calls in the evening/ got too many in line for your pleasing/ and kindly don’t appease me/ we both know when it’s over you’re leaving/ and I am left with filthy sheets/ no hellos in public/ we must be discreet/ cuz I am not the fantasy you want in life/ so I pick up my shit and I move on with life/ and all I do is contemplate/ if I were more sexier, would you have stayed?/ did I dodge an inevitable dismay/ I can’t say/ I’m still chasing you/ I’M JUST CHASING/ OBLIVIOUS TO WHAT I’M FACING WITH YOU/ I’M JUST CHASING/ STUCK IN A MOMENT/ COMPLACENT/ WITH YOU/ I’M JUST CHASING/ MARATHON SPEED OUTER SPACING/ FOR YOU/ I’M JUST CHASING YOU CUZ YOU’RE WAY PAST GONE
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In Winter
03:41
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I wanted to leave a message/ but you won’t holla back/ and should I ever call I’d be like “Yo, where your man at?”/ my romantic advances seemingly fall flat/ and when I hit you/ you don’t call, you don’t text back/ you’d think I’d get the message/ but I’m just being blind/ I’m pathetically lonely/ emo and wasting time/ but if I dream it and foresee it you can be mine/ but I’m just full of visions and guzzling red wine/ cuz in my mind, you and I are official/ should anyone object you best believe I’ll grab the pistol/ but I fail to remember it was me who was the issue/ like Amy my tears dry on their own, no tissue/ even in the aftermath you are still the one/ I scramble for replacements and I can come up with none/ but God/ who showed me there’s a lesson in the stressing/ I wrinkled up the plan/ add starch, keep pressing/ I DON’T WANNA BE ALONE FOREVER/ BUT IT FEELS LIKE IT NOW THAT YOU’RE GONE/ THE FIRE THAT WE BUILT HAS GIVEN UP/ THE SENTIMENT’S OLD/ AND NOW YOU’RE SO COLD TO THE TOUCH/ BABY YOU’RE SO COLD/ THE FIRE THAT WE BUILT HAS GIVEN UP/ THE SENTIMENT’S OLD/ AND NOW YOU’RE SO COLD TO THE TOUCH/ I think we need the bandage/ you’re applying the gauge/ I rebel in the freedom/ of your deafening laws/ I like to fast forward/ you perfect the pause/ there’s beauty in the tainted/ you maximize the flaws/ see I wanted to perfect/ and I wanted to be right/ but, see, all my insecurities come up within a fight/ it’s hard to pay attention/ when your fear becomes your bite/ and the shelters of your pain/ explode into your plight/ I’m so afraid of losing you I’m pushing you away/ and all I have are memories I rummage through to save/ I wanna bring you lunch/ and I pray to see you smile/ but when I stand before you I recollect my vile/ I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you/ or with every waking my yearn is to kiss you/ I DON’T WANNA BE ALONE FOREVER/ BUT IT FEELS LIKE IT NOW THAT YOU’RE GONE/ THE FIRE THAT WE BUILT HAS GIVEN UP/ THE SENTIMENT’S OLD/ AND NOW YOU’RE SO COLD TO THE TOUCH/ BABY YOU’RE SO COLD/ THE FIRE THAT WE BUILT HAS GIVEN UP/ THE SENTIMENT’S OLD/ AND NOW YOU’RE SO COLD TO THE TOUCH
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(LESLEY G.) where do we go from there?/ I used to be beat for it/ running all over the hood in the street for it/ like Wendy, bringing the heat for it/ in a 5-star penthouse suite for it/ but then I became blinded/ to the bullshit, absentminded/ for your love I gave up my time/ and for your love I gave up my grinding/ and I started making stupid decisions/ just so my world you would live in/ made a nigga give up pimpin/ all along you were out there trickin/ outta this world youre off my atlas/ and I cant judge like Mathis/ time moves slow like molasses/ except when you swipe my plastic/ cuz thats all im good for/ a couple fucks for a buck for a heart sore/ show a lil ass for a trip off the seashore/ I thought I needed you/ I needed me more/ and its sad when you got nothing to show for/ but barrels of pain for some, you bore it/ a perfect picture stained, now horrid/ serving a dear John letter/ I tore it up/ Ive had enough bleeding for losers/ beautiful liars and blatant losers/ blood sucking leeches and sex abusers/ my concoction, bullshit remover/ If I dont love me Ill live to hate you/ and blame every dude who used to date you to break you/ break through to the core of your lack of self worth/ release the hurt and just breathe/can I come up for air like im amel larrieux/ you send me swinging im in mint condition blind to the snake in you/ I need to know what youre feeling but you dont follow through/ trust me im living proof/ fuck what you heard nigga loves for the birds/ she ran your pockets nigga/ loves for the birds/ he knows thats his baby shawty/ loves for the birds/ I learned my lesson quickly/ loves for the birds nigga word/ when youre way past like/ they be lackin love/ in another club/ on the hunt for the next one/ and you sit lonely, heated and frustrated you could be on to the next one/ like jay-z final letter/ 26 notions and no pleasure/ and you could put that in your black leather/ if I was bad without you I could be better/ we all like the instant thrill/ the gratification the freaky skill/ the wrong intention that leaves you ill/ the failed euphoria from dainty pills/ we all fall victim to sex and pain/ the morning after that leaves you maimed/ catastrophic emotions that find you slain/ another snap shot for a broken frame/ you hide your tears amidst the rain/ head in your hand on your window pane/ waiting for perfection of love to find you/ but what if it never comes I must remind you/ we become so used to the games/ we just accept it for minute gain/ remainders of failed passion enslave you/ you think its normal when one degrades you/ your pockets empty, your soul is gone/ your heart has blackened/ a danger drawn/ and youll do anything for the validation/ resisting your own elation/ pick up your heart and put it back in your chest/ cuz thats where it belongs/ thats where it belongs/ shawty put me in a love song/ (LESLEY G.) now would you absolve me?/ absolve me of love/ how do we climb so high, so high/where do we go from here?/ and just breathe/can I come up for air like im amel larrieux/ you send me swinging im in mint condition blind to the snake in you/ I need to know what youre feeling but you dont follow through/ trust me im living proof/ fuck what you heard nigga loves for the birds/ she ran your pockets nigga/ loves for the birds/ he knows thats his baby shawty/ loves for the birds/ I learned my lesson quickly/ loves for the birds nigga word/ (LESLEY G.) now would you absolve me?/ absolve me of love/ how do we climb so high, so high/where do we go from here?
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The IZM. Newark, New Jersey
In 2005, a dream surfaced. 6 years later, it finally came to fruition. New Jersey. Producer. Songwriter. Best friend. Lover. God lover.
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