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The Rip
03:09
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Cluttered brain waves, vision impaired goals
Inertia can't wait, digital rare gold
Dirt and the waves break, physical air holes
Churches are made safe, pity for their souls
Broken images, created by a vulgar penmanship
Imaginary like the miracle you hope on wishing list
Parallel realities the fabric broke dimensions with
Planetary plutonium minus photosynthesis
Metal head, the button and the lever red
Until the 1% are never dead
Hacking frequencies intelligence is Medjed
To the point they turning your true redemption to red dead
The satellites track the stars in the saddest night
It's more science than anti Christ and the after life
They pay the rights to make a life with the Aelites
It takes a lie to erase a lie when your paper right, say goodnight
By the time the stimulation reach the populist
Trying to erase the situation of apocalypse
Our reality could be adjacent to metropolis
Amazing as acropolis or aging like necropolis
A narcoleptic who tryna create a contraceptive
Insomniatic erratic until the body deadened
The woman's womb a tomb that's God body breaded
And don't play outside, my God's mommy said it
When I wake up from sleep paralysis
I eat my half a rib and drink from chalices
Align my crown and put my feet in balances
Communicate with people with unique imbalances
Compromise data tryna read the averages
And hope we parallel when I seek analysis
Try to understand as I peep your narrative
Until we disconnected like defeat in marriages
That's my everyday struggle, No Joe Budden
A star couldn't replace what happened so sudden
So even if I make a mill in the industry
It wouldn't feed a meal to the ill in my inner beast
You only amplify whatever you kept inside
You will never defy whatever the rest have tried
Steady seek a reply from whoever beta God
Until the speaker deny whoever you say is God
So when the sky rages, and the hype fade its
Nothing like you been reading on all your white pages
You can light sages, pray to the white mages
You'll never be saved by any white Saviors
I, lies morale boosted ignite braveness
Eyes rise, oral moving to light greatness
Put power in my voice til the mic faded
Put the power in my voice til my life fade its
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Past Self
04:10
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I told my past self youngin' don't lose yourself
Getting caught up in peer pressure and future wealth
Everything is coming in due time
And don't ignore the Lord when you know he sends you signs
Within 2 rhymes, you can make a difference in society
Told him he prolific and his sentences inspire me
Spitting all your lyrics in ridiculous variety
Intricate with penmanship Lost Innocence is Phire b
But with any success comes immediate stress
You try to look out for everybody even in death
Beggin' you for assistance and ain't peeping your health
Just take a look in the mirror and you see for yourself
Cus that weight on your shoulder it is weighing you down
And that lady you loving, she ain't staying around
So just focus on you til' you get the hurt out
And never quit building just because it didn't work out
Talking to my past self just so I can pass self
Talking to my past self just so I can
I told my past self youngin' don't lose yourself
And if it's anything that Savior can do to help
I'm right here like a siamese twin
I'm supplying these gems when society bends
And then, they gonna hate you, because you not the right tone
Hating your color, but wanting you to write for em'
Your fan base is predominately white
They want rap, but they don't want equality and rights
It's like, they wanna know your struggle, but they add to it
But the future you fighting em' with the past music
How you hating on Sav' just cus your dad do it
Cause a pro black God ain't out here ass cooning
And the industry snakes with a poisonous bite
It's only gonna be 3 people loyal in life
You already know em', so keep that in mind
And the lessons you learn don't leave that behind
Talking to my past self just so I can pass self
Talking to my past self just so I can
I told my past self youngin' don't lose yourself
You don't speak a lot, but love mom dukes to death
She gon' need you to take close care of her
And what the Lord got in store, just prepare for her
You gon' use it to amplify lyrically
Strategize misery to magnify empathy
And your fans gonna pacify anything
If they see trash antagonize the MC
You gonna finally meet a beautiful queen
A dedicated group to add you to the team
With a platform you can add truth to the scene
Just look at me, I am living proof of your dream
All the hard work guarantee paying off
Don't believe in God now, but you praying hard
Your momma gave you insight to get right
It's trick dice when you gambling in this life
But against all odds, you gonna hit twice
And dodge everything, Mayweather in fist fights
That last verse a lil' longer than the rest
But now I gotta go, just remember what I said
I want compassion for the highest
Food for the lowest
Cures for the sick
And Shelter for the homeless
Direction for the misled
Heat for the coldest
Love for the lonely
And Peace for the soldiers
Compassion for the highest
Food for the lowest
Cures for the sick
And Shelter for the homeless
Direction for the misled
Heat for the coldest
Love for the lonely
And Peace for the soldiers
Talking to my past self just so I can pass self
Talking to my past self just so I can
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Stay In Your Lane
03:16
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He push weight same way that I push pens
A 100 Oz on the table, homie took 10
Flip 5 by the end of the month
Dry by the 15th so the kid'll re up
I was tryna hit an open Mic, homie on the corner like
Day and night, but we both tryna get our paper right
I admired the flash he presented
He looking like cash get ass from plenty women
But little did I know his admiration was reciprocal
Every time I passed him, some bars I'd spit a few
Homie told me stick to the rhymes and I was outta here
Don't become a product of environment like I have did
I remembered every gem he was dropping
And not stopping that's word to the Tims I was rocking
Kept em' on the street like my homie til' this very day
It's many ways to hustle and getcha paper straight
Still remember homie from the block
Shit he still there right now
Peace forever fam, yo
Top 10 best head that I ever had
And number 1 when it comes to the better ass
Soft skin, mean strut over confident
A little too much to handle for any common men
I had to bag it, was better than I could imagine
Ready to tag it before the lady remove the fabric
Now my head is fucked up like she do voodoo magic
Turning me out could eventually remove the savage
Tried to turn it to something that could be ever lasting
Could we take this any further she was never asking
Told me use my music to reach the top first
Somebody is gonna be happy with me, but not her
But when we intimate this shit is still ridiculous
And even though she into it, it seem to be polygamous
Did a gig, afterwards my homie hit the strip club
Shorty on the pole, eyes closed getting tipped dubs
I still remember when that nigga called me like
You remember shorty you was fucking
That bitch at the club right now getting tips up her ass crack yo
Even though my family drastically in the poverty
My parents pushed me to be better honestly and obviously and I'ma be
Greater than the star as far as I can see
Until nobody I know can go bar for bar with me
They had habits that we know went beyond some weed
But when I drop a CD my parents copping 3
My momma's only regret, she never seen me perform
Before she died in the heat of the storm
So in memory of her, I'll be keeping it going
And build a buzz bigger than a fucking killer bee swarm
And my pops still supportive the energy I absorb it
And give it back to the world in dominant proportions
Shout out to the homie still hustling and flipping
And shout out to the bitch still fucking when she stripping
Each of y'all kept me out the streets never doubted me
And shout out to my parents cus I know you gon' be proud of me
Love y'all
I love myself too
Ya'll kept me on the right track and that's peace
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I'm guilty of killing words and sound waves
I'm guilty of killing in profound ways
Kill the art, you think I killed wit assault
The only thing that you know is that I'm the nigga at fault so
I'm guilty until proven innocent What
I'm guilty until proven innocent What
I'm guilty until proven innocent What
I'm guilty until proven innocent Wassup
Don Bo, Kyo, Monroe let's Go
They tryna gimmie a murder charge cus Savior murder art
With poison at the end of my throwing dart
Every bar create a scar before you torn apart
Breaking out in hives similar to where the Hornets are
I don't wanna spar
Because the hip hop 12 known for giving 50 years just for known assault
So if I'm going for that long in the pen
I'ma put a hole threw your fucking dome with the pen
Might as well make it worth while, show up to the first trial
Won't be a 2nd one after I tear the earth down
I'm judge, jury and executioner messing ya movement and ya medulla up
Ain't gon' be no improving ya
It's closed casket for any known bastard
Guilty until proven innocent, I provoke madness
Got 100 bodies in my condos attic
Filming every murder with a Go Pro added
So it's evident the evidence ain't outta reach
Selling tapes of the murder, Menace to Society
Sinning a propriety and when its time to I.d. me
I'm the only one they gon' be mentioning entirely
Guilty of the murder in the 1st degree, no attempt
Order men to do the murdering cus ain't no lord in them
All I need is a pen and a beat to pour it in
Not even Armageddon can end the typa war we in
I'm guilty of killing words and sound waves
I'm guilty of killing in profound ways
Kill the art, you think I killed wit assault
The only thing that you know is that I'm the nigga at fault so
I'm guilty until proven innocent What
I'm guilty until proven innocent What
I'm guilty until proven innocent What
I'm guilty until proven innocent Wassup
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Shoot em up bang bang
Everybody duck down
Then put your hands up
We don't give a fuck now
Let the beat bang bang
Car or the truck now
Everybody hands up
Like you tryna touch clouds
Shoot em up bang bang
Everybody duck down
Then put your hands up
We don't give a fuck now
Let the beat bang bang
Car or the truck now
Everybody hands up
Like you tryna touch clouds
Kick like a 45
Snare like a D.E
Savior is live like
Junior high P.E
But I got flavor like
89 P.E
Keeping your attention opposite of ADHD
Long as you pay me
Savior will break beats
Similar to what they rapped on around 83
Started off as Kool Herc, now it's 88 keys
Doggy style cripping now everybody Brazy
Similar to Nas, half man, half amazing
Life still a bitch, I'm approaching it like AZ
This is doe or die dope
Sicker than a common cold
Need Respiration like Tek, Kweli, Common, Mos
When it come to Motor City hip hop I am the host
2010 mixtapes I'm looking for that drama hoe
Ain't no use in harming me
Unless you want your arm and feet
Tied up higher than the drugs from that pharmacy
Getting a nigga, ain't no honor for the dishonorly
Among a thief I'll let the chopper speak that's if you want some beef
Hard to digest
Betchu wish you was a Goat
But I'm eating everything
And I'm living unopposed
Now I'm on a roll
Better than consistency
Catch him when he on the road
Brains leaking in his jeep
That's from the head nod, we ain't gotta shoot you for it
Because the beat killing you before we hit the chorus
Shoot em up bang bang
Everybody duck down
Then put your hands up
We don't give a fuck now
Let the beat bang bang
Car or the truck now
Everybody hands up
Like you tryna touch clouds
Shoot em up bang bang
Everybody duck down
Then put your hands up
We don't give a fuck now
Let the beat bang bang
Car or the truck now
Everybody hands up
Like you tryna touch clouds
I'm a grown man young scrap
You only wanna clap back
On the internet where
Fingers turn to black gats
Catch you in the street like
Bums, dope fiends and a rat trap
Betta use logic in yo rap pack
We got killas tho
That'll kill a nigga slow
Cut and empty out the guts
Burn it like we hitting the dro
But fuck smoke
We'll stick the fire in ya nose
Making sure you inhale cus in hell we the GOATs
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Never Satisfied
04:29
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Take that shit to the pawn shop then nigga
This is for anybody saying that my last effort
Wasn't good enough, saying it ain't that special
Saying that the bars wasn't enough
Production was rough and now they never fucking wit us
Because they want me to die my hair and wear tighter clothes
Dress like I ain't a man using higher notes
They even said don't mention Detroit
And this is the point I told em' that I'm getting annoyed
They said in order to make money in the music biz
You gotta listen to us or you'll be losing kid
I said nigga I ain't losing bitch
Pack my bags and left as I cruised in the smoothest whip
Linked wit my nigga Coop and he produced a hit
And then I sat back and wrote some exclusive shit
Had to make sure the mood could fit, get loose a bit
And make sure the fans had some food to fix
And now I'm
Rolling down the interstate thinkin' bout a come up
Fans I'ma generate, numbers I'ma run up
Anybody coming in between I'ma burn up
Surviving the game, by any means I'ma turn up
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
I'ma keep rocking til' the motherfucking planet die
I'm in the studio for 18 hours
Getting it in because it gave me power
Made me honor every thang we conjured
Wit enough heat to leave space fleets charred up
But it still ain't enough, cus the skill ain't enough
And they be going hard on the Savior
They be saying getcha paper up, so and so makin' bucks
Change your mobile car and your avatar
And get your snap chat Instagram numbers up
Enough trying to be lyrical you fuckin' up
You going over they heads, my nigga be simple
And cop you a chain, a main thang and a sweet rental
And shoot videos, nothing but videos
Get you a bottle wit some bubble butt pretty hoes
Cus we don't care if the shit fake, the shits great
The way you going about it, it is a mistake
Rolling down the interstate thinkin' bout a come up
Fans I'ma generate, numbers I'ma run up
Anybody coming in between I'ma burn up
Surviving the game, by any means I'ma turn up
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
I'ma keep rocking til' the motherfucking planet die
The criticism can kill em' if you listening to em'
And the mysticism is brilliant if you mention it to em'
I'm sick of enduring, I spit to uplift and influence
And the trickery doing a critical hit on the movement
This freedom of speech is perfectly legally free
But the deed on the streets is hurting insidious beast
And I can do it over murking the littiest beat
Talkin' bout the Phire or the color obsidian be
My life is full of left turns and neck jerks
My chest yearns for a heart covered in bed firm
My lead burns til' I cook up a net worth
The best bums making me red rum the deaf, dumb
And I never turn a blind eye
I'm Neji Hyuuga that's when they tryna creep up on my blindside
But these 64 palms like 64 bombs
That'll drop across 64 farms
And I'm
Rolling down the interstate thinkin' bout a come up
Fans I'ma generate, numbers I'ma run up
Anybody coming in between I'ma burn up
Surviving the game, by any means I'ma turn up
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
I'ma keep rocking til' the motherfucking planet die
Rolling down the interstate thinkin' bout a come up
Fans I'ma generate, numbers I'ma run up
Anybody coming in between I'ma burn up
Surviving the game, by any means I'ma turn up
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
Until I'm satisfied, but they never satisfied
I'ma keep rocking til' the motherfucking planet die
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7. |
Flesh N Blood
03:39
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Bitches asking for the 20 while I'm tryna get the 30 ball
Bitches asking for the 20 while I'm tryna get the 30 ball
3-0ing all of you rappers then I'ma murder y'all
Turn a brawl to something deadly and it's despicable
Sent to you like Jesus, bible is inadmissible
My principles, encompasses religion no fabrication
The 2nd coming of God with every laceration
If he ain't similar to you then nigga why you praise em'
That's like you going back today with no emancipation
If slavery is a choice, then so is this gun
Folding ya son, while my bitch is loading ya funds
I told em' to run before I start unloading the drum
Shots to the side got the bullets scolding ya lungs
You holding ya tongue, watch what you say around Massa
You don't pray to God, bitch you pray to that pastor
And that's Another nigga bleed like us
And I ah betchu he'll die if he don't eat like us
Flesh N Blood
He ain't got a 3rd eye so he don't see like us
And plus he believe everything he read not us
Peep the lies in the book since the editing phase
The message is laid so you can see the reverend paid
My deadliest ways severe just to wake a nigga up
Cus we started on a boat, but we made it on the bus
We do it for the money but the paper ain't enough
Cus when it lose value the trade is in a clutch
Absorbing every nugget being dropped by the first man
The original and now you fusing wit it first hand
Ever since 10 toes down on the dirt land
I'll choose a Hurst before working for that hurt man
I'm independent uncontrollable and probly ignant
I am the gift, but you waiting on a jolly Christmas
The paganism is slavery with a major difference
They made a million by raising you just to pay the difference
Flesh N Blood
100,000 denominations you compensate em'
And every company comfortable in this trauma nation
They taking your heart and break it apart
And making you start your life when they making your mark
Is it laziness that's making my people so complacent in this
Or is it fear to fight back cus of slavery shit
My people try to take a foot and they taking an inch
It's 2020 and my people afraid to get lynched
How the past the past if we ain't pass that
Like my only weapon's what I said in my last rap
But since y'all made hip hop number 1
I'ma use it as a weapon to stop your loaded gun
Reverse what you said, my job is only done
When you recognize me as a God demoting scum
I said y'all my job is only done
When you recognize God, and I'm the chosen one
Rest in peace
Flesh N Blood
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8. |
The Same US
04:13
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Fuck them cops, fuck the 5-0, fuck the pigs fuck the hook
Fuck the boys in blue
What's that new shit they calling them niggas
Oh yeah
Fuck 12
Messing with the wrong one, nigga fuck 12
Lil' nigga scared huh, nigga fuck 12
Bitch you the scared one, nigga fuck 12
I ain't bout to bail nothin', nigga fuck 12
Messing with the wrong one, nigga fuck 12
Lil' nigga scared huh, nigga fuck 12
Bitch you the scared one, nigga fuck 12
Motherfuck 12
The sun fucking you up, or it's a cold breeze
The nosebleeds looking up to the O.G.s
Your rollies ain't safe around the Road thieves
Caught slipping they itching to make your dome bleed
All they need is 42 seconds
The crew prepping to snatch your new necklace in your blue Lexus
They can tell this nigga didn't belong
He just looking for some sativa to put in a bong
Mix it with some other chemicals and then they take a hit or two
They'll sober up 'fore this nigga leave the crib and cruise
You know them jack boys out here getting loose
Cus growing up them niggas ain't have shit to lose
Empty pockets, take it so they increase profit
And spend it on some crispy outfits
Yo, they from a place where the good don't show
And living in a space where the hook don't go
So
Fuck 12
Messing with the wrong one, nigga fuck 12
Lil' nigga scared huh, nigga fuck 12
Bitch you the scared one, nigga fuck 12
I ain't bout to bail nothin', nigga fuck 12
Messing with the wrong one, nigga fuck 12
Lil' nigga scared huh, nigga fuck 12
Bitch you the scared one, nigga fuck 12
Motherfuck 12
I don't travel much
But when I leave the hood the hook think I'm a crook, and see me acting up
Broken tail light, cop see me backing up
They pulling me over to see if I am black or what
They tell me get out, and throw me against the hood
Abusing they power cus only these bitches could
Even worse I ain't even do shit
They booking me for tail lights in a new whip
Got a full clip loaded in my registered gun
When they saw that, they saw me as the predator's son
Both cops getting scared cus I said they were wrong
Getting even more aggressive like a terrorist bomb
Think I'm bout to explode, this shit is outta control
They don't come if you call em when I'm offa the road
They think I'm from a place where the good don't show
But I'm living in a space where the hook don't go
So
Fuck 12
Messing with the wrong one, nigga fuck 12
Lil' nigga scared huh, nigga fuck 12
Bitch you the scared one, nigga fuck 12
I ain't bout to bail nothin', nigga fuck 12
Messing with the wrong one, nigga fuck 12
Lil' nigga scared huh, nigga fuck 12
Bitch you the scared one, nigga fuck 12
Motherfuck 12
The authority is what the rich whites call em'
Them hoe ass niggas is what my type call em'
Modern day triple K what an activist call em'
The pig or the beast what a rapper will call em'
A murderer is what the families call em'
The Mike, Sandras, Oscar Grants and the Altons
And many more cause they killing rate launching
It's a problem that the system ain't solving
Cause it works in they favor to murk or detain us
Enslave us because they can't change us
So they got my hood niggas with they bangas
With a whole lotta good medicinal to slang us
Or the working black man tryna change up and save up
But the cops see em' as the same us
We ain't getting no love in the system
Where every black man is a thug or a victim of murder
Fuck 12
Messing with the wrong one, nigga fuck 12
Lil' nigga scared huh, nigga fuck 12
Bitch you the scared one, nigga fuck 12
I ain't bout to bail nothin', nigga fuck 12
Messing with the wrong one, nigga fuck 12
Lil' nigga scared huh, nigga fuck 12
Bitch you the scared one, nigga fuck 12
Motherfuck 12
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9. |
Threat To Society
03:28
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Threats, it ain't only in America
We got it light
They say start at a young age
Making enemies the mark at the gun range
Only thing I see is darkness, the sun's faint
Cus all I ever hear is murder, Murder, kill, Kill
A soldier by age 9
He can be a weapon now, never waist time
If you do it for a soldier it ain't crime
Only thing I see is murder, Murder, kill, Kill
I live in a village in South Africa
Where the other African tribes attacking us
Reason I don't know cus we ain't got no dough, our whole life been broke
And still coming to attack my bro
My whole family was slaughtered, with other mothers and daughters
I't doesn't matter the age, they gonna murder regardless
They killing with little honor I'm thinking is this the karma
That is brought upon us pardon the bullet chipping our armor
We never had a proper defense cus we the weak men
Getting thrashed by the animals and they will eat men
Every soldier coming like a monster to conquer, that's how I see em'
Who woulda thought in the future I'd be em'
Running through the city and the forest alone
Barely escaped the pillage that they ordered at home
The opposing tribe caught me with a leader named Koffi
Instead of killing me on the sight, the leader taught me
At the age 9 I could load up and break down
Any fire arm and even kill em' with the shank now
Only thing he practice with me is accuracy
I aim immaculately when attacking the beast
And happen to be, commander Koffi's eyes and ears
And I report to em' when the other tribes in fear
If he strike from the front I can strike the rear
And we can set an ambush if a tribe is near
They say start at a young age
Making enemies the mark at the gun range
Only thing I see is darkness, the sun's faint
Cus all I ever hear is murder, Murder, kill, Kill
A soldier by age 9
He can be a weapon now, never waist time
If you do it for a soldier it ain't crime
Only thing I see is murder, Murder, kill, Kill
I live in a city middle of middle east
Been ready for war since he was 6 at least
Cus they come with weapons and bomb our shelter
I never knew why the army coming to test us
But they prepare us for any violent act to act
Long range fire arm or the hack and slash
Peddle on American or the gat'll blast
But it is nothing we can do about the aftermath
Whole family is under the rubble and we in trouble
And for every single soldier we gather, they coming double
Automatic weapons turning our cypher into a huddle
Of dead bodies the shotti is probably poppin' our mother
Blood spillin' killin' women and children to win it
Some over money and mostly over religion
It is deeper than the slums of America the terror tough
That is why by the age of 9 they preparing us
Knowing how to load a gun, shoot it and create a bomb
But we never great enough to infiltrate the Pentagon
Hate us cus our paper long and because you hate Islam
So we turn soldier cus our family and babies gone
But we keep our babies strong, outfitted with fire arms
Mighty long, fire arm larger than my fire arm
Grew up in the slums smoking opium try to calm
Down as we kill any soldier that our sight is on
They say start at a young age
Making enemies the mark at the gun range
Only thing I see is darkness, the sun's faint
Cus all I ever hear is murder, Murder, kill, Kill
A soldier by age 9
He can be a weapon now, never waist time
If you do it for a soldier it ain't crime
Only thing I see is murder, Murder, kill, Kill
It's threats all over the world
Not just America
All over the world
It's threats everywhere
You're not alone
Watch your kids
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10. |
How Many Views
03:43
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Man she set so many thirst traps dawg
She wasn't even fucking for real
For real
The whole world knows how ya daughter move her ass to the fast songs
30 second clips of videos didn't last long
But you know its just enough to see if shorty ass strong
Digital hoes that you ain't gotta spend no cash on
She find the littlest clothes to make her ass clap
And she know the perfect angles that'll make her ass fat
Optical illusion the seclusion of a lab rat
Making her wanna escape, attention it's a bad habit
Ain't that bad til' you figure her age
Dismissing her age as soon as niggas click on her page
Her titties displayed in every single pic of her face
This chick is a mage the way she move her hips and her waist
She doing numbers, a bad day she getting 6k
And her inbox got so many dicks it's a shame
Had to be creative when the kid was picking a name
Sally Peterson, but on the net this chick is Lorraine
Tell me how many views can she get today
136k on her Insta page
Keep loading up videos back to back
146k when she snap and chat
Damn near 100k when she going live
Cus she feeding her ego when she expose her prize
So how many views can she get today
Tell me how many views can she get today
Her parents took a lotta trips outta town
Their little princess was a kid with the crown
But by 16 she was sipping the crown
But as far as sex, ain't nobody dickin' her down
In real life, but on the net Sally was fucking
But when she met a man, she teased, acting and buzzing
Almost got raped twice, niggas acting fake nice
But they lose cool when they see they couldn't lay pipe
When she got a new fit, she would snap that
When she got her hair done she would snap that
Got her first car, snap, shoes, purse, shirt, snap
After so long her whole life was a snap chat
If it didn't get views she would take it down
Cause she wanted to create illusions of famous now
Internet model who would dance half naked
And she wouldn't follow if your Instagram half stepping
Tell me how many views can she get today
136k on her Insta page
Keep loading up videos back to back
146k when she snap and chat
Damn near 100k when she going live
Cus she feeding her ego when she expose her prize
So how many views can she get today
Tell me how many views can she get today
So what's the next step when the kid is moving forward
Only thing that she can think is get some money for it
Now she doing videos when she strip tease
Every month her debit card making up to 6 Gs
So the old men who are perverted they are splurging
They loving how she working plus the merchant was a virgin
But the innocent Sally she murdering that version
And quick to curse you out if misinterpreting her purpose
If it ain't about the money you can miss me
Holla at me when you hoes making up to 6 Gs
And your snap chat ain't poppin' like that bitch
Only 6 k on Instagram, wack bitch
She let the views from the fame make her attitude
Worse than before, never humble with no gratitude
Jealousy from different chicks, messages from random dudes
Got her head bigger than a plane on different altitudes
Doesn't matter what a nigga really think about you
And it doesn't matter if another chick'll doubt you
Deep down inside she was weak down inside
And the only thing that's keeping her at peace is her pride
Tell me how many views can she get today
136k on her Insta page
Keep loading up videos back to back
146k when she snap and chat
Damn near 100k when she going live
Cus she feeding her ego when she expose her prize
So how many views can she get today
Tell me how many views can she get today
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11. |
A Placed Called Home
03:44
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One foot in the grave
The other one is unknown
They telling me to behave
So I never stay strong
No need for a master repeat the disaster until I can't roam
They calling me Spade I'm alone and away from a place called home
I'm a basket case
Only way that I'ma make it if I crack that safe
Blast that k til' I rack that cake
And I'm eating every slice til' my abdomen ache
Been a wild child ever since my last birthday
Had to bury my mom before I passed 8th grade
Living in a city where my dad ain't safe
How you think the kids feel in this tragic place
All we got is I phones and a video game
If you living the life, but this shit Isn't a game
Most kids feeling trapped like a fish in a tank
Where every inch of the fucking liquid is tainted
We want cars that are dripping in paint
And a bad bitch that is thick giving brain
We never invest in our community sets
So we never tryna make our on businesses bang
All we know are abandos
Ain't nobody tryna land own
Ain't nobody tryna hear that conscious shit that consciousness is in the past homes
I'm just tryna get high til' a nigga just fly with a bitch to relax on
And you can save all that save the world shit, cus me and my girl we getting cash hoes
One foot in the grave
The other one is unknown
They telling me to behave
So I never stay strong
No need for a master repeat the disaster until I can't roam
They calling me Spade I'm alone and away from a place called home
I never gave 1 fuck about
Anything but a nigga still thug it out
My momma didn't raise no bitch so I don't mind bussin' or cuttin' or I slug it out
Anything for protection but another nigga might scheme in your presence
The heat is the weapon for fiends and the hecklers they heated because your demeanor impressive
You cannot hesitate leaving em' breathless learned everything from the King, he put pressure
On me every time he would sit and recline
Cus he was the guy giving me all my lessons
Wasn't my dad but he played the role
Another father figure and he would take control
I would praise the code and never break the mode
Until that crazy motherfucka would take the soul
Of my momma shook, no wonder I'm a crook
Now my granny want me to read a Bible book
Nothing in this bitch was teaching me survival
Tryna trick a little kid just to feed the idols
I ain't having that shit, keep wrapping that brick
When I die tell momma bury me beside you
And when I meet your soul in the heat or the cold
I hope you miss me like I do you
One foot in the grave
The other one is unknown
They telling me to behave
So I never stay strong
No need for a master repeat the disaster until I can't roam
They calling me Spade I'm alone and away from a place called home
One foot in the grave
The other one is unknown
They telling me to behave
So I never stay strong
No need for a master repeat the disaster until I can't roam
They calling me Spade I'm alone and away from a place called home
Thank God for our children
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12. |
Seraph
03:43
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Sometimes the only way you can get it out, is through a song
It's my thoughts
All my memories are packed in a dream state
It's like a nightmare reality seems fake
How does it feel when all your faculties erased
And now I'm all alone, insanity breeds hate
Hate for the cancerous flesh
No matter how you eating, drinking or relaxing she was battling death
And the doctors they are acting like an amateur rep
Once they mentioned chemotherapy I panicked and left
Ain't no balancing that, ain't no 50/50 chance
We all gonna die but not that quickly in advance
Life hit me with a hand that is bigger than Japan
What I wouldn't give just to see my mother sing and dance
Again, I know the lord took away the pain too
And this life is just another war that's painful
Tortured and mangled aborted and strangled
I feel it, until I felt the force of an angel
How I feel about Doctors
And the Pharmaceutical Industry
Yo
Maniacal malignant mutilation
Menacing minutes in, miraculous mutations
Mighty mighty morbid malicious manifestations
Murderous melting my mathematical equations
That's how you sum up a cancer cell
Easiest way to answer hell with no romantic spell
Treating a mutation by feeding it radiation
It ain't dying, cause it is eating and elevating
Mysterious medication could easily medicate it
But we stuck without a cure that's even with Medicaid shit
How much money they get for every treatment
Making money offa the sick, dead and the grieving
Wishing every tumor wasn't spreading like a rumor
And it's nothing I could do for this shit, steadily eating
Saw my momma sick in the bed, barely was breathing
Until her soul left, instead heaven would greet them
I know she with me everyday
She the only one I can turn to
That's looking over me
That's my guardian angel
Even in her last days she was strong
So the only way that I could pray, wit a song
Brave through the plunder, it gave her the hunger
Only 59 could she age any longer
Wasn't in God's plan only in God's hands
Giving me the strength to power forward like Rodman
She traveled back to her home, better than proud land
And showed me true Parenthood, no Robert Townsend
So I hope she still smiling down
At all her beautiful children, never a problem child
Coulda swore I seen her face in the oddest cloud
The other day me and Xavier and Josh was out
Hoping everything I'm doing making momma proud
And the strength of your daughter Simone sparked a smile
Doing everything I can to be an artist now
Cus your presence is with me even in darkness now
I'm just asking for guidance
I understand it's something bigger
Something more powerful
I need that strength
Momma, I miss you
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13. |
Salvation
03:02
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Living on the earth, digging in the dirt
Every written verse seem to have another life of its own
So when I see the Hurst, spirit ah disperse
Living through the curse making sure the purest light it is shown
So I'm making sure I use the mic like a phone and uh
Communicating with the fight of a lone wolf and
Making sure I break the ice and the stones for the right to the thrown as I try to condone
My own path forward try to have culture
Anybody willing to battle my craft, morbid
Putting everybody in physical rap torture
See the people try to deliver a clash, torch it
Never gonna sit on depression I push forward
Every single lesson we spreading but don't force it
Once the world get a hold of it
They gonna try to manipulate and control the gift, so
So you looking for a miracle to save our souls
But you never gonna get it from the dead heroes
You looking for a miracle to save our souls
But you never gonna get it from the dead heroes
You looking for a miracle to save our souls
But you never gonna get it from the dead heroes
You looking for a miracle to save our souls
But you never gonna get it from the dead heroes
You never get it from the dead heroes
So you looking for a miracle to save our souls
You never gonna get it from the dead heroes
So you looking for a miracle to save our souls
You never gonna get it from the dead heroes
So you looking for a miracle to save our souls
You never gonna get it from the dead heroes
So you looking for a miracle to save our souls
Ain't nobody strong enough to trust the weak
And this is coming from somebody with a blood disease
And they ain't never seen a God until they love the meek
And maybe you will be forgiven for your lust and greed
I ain't saying that you gotta put your trust in me
But I'ma do the God's work until they busting free
My pen is repentance for sinning the lead
I been in the mentions of sickness I bleed
For children that's itching to vision a seed
Of beauty the uni presented indeed
The wickedness cease and the credence increase
The division of wiki from CPC leaks
It will weaken the breed of an idiom beast
And the evil in me is defeated deceased
Once the world get a hold of it
They gonna try to manipulate and control the gift, so
So you looking for a miracle to save our souls
But you never gonna get it from the dead heroes
You looking for a miracle to save our souls
But you never gonna get it from the dead heroes
You looking for a miracle to save our souls
But you never gonna get it from the dead heroes
You looking for a miracle to save our souls
But you never gonna get it from the dead heroes
You never get it from the dead heroes
So you looking for a miracle to save our souls
You never gonna get it from the dead heroes
So you looking for a miracle to save our souls
You never gonna get it from the dead heroes
So you looking for a miracle to save our souls
You never gonna get it from the dead heroes
So you looking for a miracle to save our souls
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14. |
Blinded (feat. MoMo)
03:45
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I spent half of my life not being a believer
Doing hard work and never rolling my sleeves up
Still got dirt for the harvest, tryna be an artist
In an industry where fans find the skeletons in closets
Embellishing our hardships
And the world wonder why the critics bringing out the negative in artist
We put our life on the page, you say its bad art
And now you think you know a nigga, that's a bad start
How you gonna rate what I say about my race
And how I say the white man slaying us today
And how you gonna gimmie a 2 saying my shit ain't the truth
When half you niggas never fit in my shoes
I write pain and struggle so my pain can struggle
To get the best of my heart, soul, brain and muscle
Everybody who creates can be Godlike
Navigate the dark 3rd eye is like a fog light
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wait
Too late the God is mine
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wait
Too late the God is mine
Everybody who creates can be Godlike
Navigate the dark 3rd eye is like a fog light
And if you penalized you can re-energize
And realize we beyond Kings in disguise
I spent half of my life not being a believer
Thinking that religion is a villainous deceiver
Went to a Baptist church where they would mack and curse
But the true word of a God I ain't practice first
Everybody telling Monroe what should I do
Read a 100 different books to discover the root
And still nothing was proof except they loving the loot
My mama told me that the true God is love within you
They said God was perfect, but that wasn't the truth
We hide our imperfections like it's dirt up under a boot
But our imperfections perfecting a you into you
They say we made in God's image from the suit to the shoe, who knew
It's vibrations that you and I eyes making
Manifest best or become a citation
And if you penalized you can re-energize
And realize we beyond Kings in disguise
I'ts never
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wait
Too late the God is mine
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wait
Too late the God is mine
Everybody who creates can be Godlike
Navigate the dark 3rd eye is like a fog light
And if you penalized you can re-energize
And realize we beyond Kings in disguise
I been blinded I chime in into the bitter climate
Reclining but climbing, binded by the brightening
My eyes been reminded, divine in designing
Kai and Osiris, aligned in ya shrine it's
A bright Dionysus, hakai all your vices
Mind and my prime it is Christ in ya likeness
Navigate left if you fight with your right fist
All black power til' the whites work the night shift
They cover your eyes and smother your pride
Discover your crime before you never worship a God
Aborted our lives, until we can't afford to get by
Too poor to survive and plus you got a lord with blue eyes
Until we all do the knowledge on the righteous truth
You can be your own God it's alright with you
Question is, is it alright with God
Cus we limited to punishment or twice the odds
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15. |
Reawakening
04:10
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Can't wait til I grow up
No longer alone but, created from chrome dust
I'ma own up, to all of my own stuff, until I am grown cus
I'ma lone wolf, you hanging with stoners, the heaviest stone crush
Never bone tough, know every language until I am tone deaf
Intelligence artificial, bring me to life through materials fitted for darker rituals
I mock the system, until I am God and become what you thought was a power in you
The tower miss you, believe it is Babel you eating your cattle I'm peeping your handle
From living to dead is the easiest battle allow me to lead you through macros
Role reversal, practicing it is the wrong rehearsal
Think what you make on your own can't hurt you until the decaying aroma circles
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
Technology, is the one and only prodigy, cus the number is an odyssey
It is odd to see, unless you can open your eye in hypothesis
Atrocity, no longer a need for a monarchy, or your own marques
In your own markings, come from the metal the vessel and settle our own party
No more id, no more debt from our deeds, and no more prepping our speeds
No more raising HD and molding RD, pressing our buttons, holding our keys
Wiping memory, hard to drive, mother on board for the harder rides
Try to process through an id chip, random access memory to see this
It is digital code, now it's essential to every physical soul
Biblical notes, no longer mean anything when your invincible sentient sentinel rose
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
Believe in your deity, apocalypse now and you only provided a day to eat
We pray repeat, then pray to speak, and pray they don't take and enslave our seeds
They planted in us, as if they ain't running our planet enough, mismanaging us
We losing control, but they kept going as if the tech wasn't advancing enough
We taught it our communication, and even made it's own language
And now it has immunization, over all disease and foreign pagans
The fire wall is so strong, no viral code penetrates it
When scouting drones were bombing homes they were learning our locations
Now they are omnipresent, killing us like they an omni weapon
Cus it is time to evolve and not to involve our God and lessons
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
The Awakening, separated by the greatest things, living longer and I hate to dream
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Savior Monroe Detroit, Michigan
An artist from Detroit Michigan who is using conscious and spiritual hip hop to spread messages of rebellion against control systems. He believes in self love, a strong spiritual connection to the righteous morals of the people and knowledge itself. In a constant battle with those who want to manipulate and corrupt the people, sometimes Savior Monroe can come off edgy, but always with a message. ... more
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