X. I have to say the shit that you too afraid to let escape your lips. You concerned with superficial image and material collectives. I die and you arise, another no woman no cry. Where's the messiah when the whole world seem to catch fire? Masonic platonic vomit regurgitated, same shit keep happening but celebrities celebrated. My opinion means nothing, this broke nigga always be bugging. But a broken clock is still right, so I'm steadily mean mugging. Full of emotions that get ignored, you'll figure me out. Standing on the streets ionizing by shouting. Refusing to look like you is just reverse psychology. Hopefully you catch on before you become his story. I live in my own world but im no narcissist. If anything I love you so much I'm more of a masochist. My world's gravity keeps pulling in all types of shit. This world that I live in is build on top your sin. Scapegoat full of holes now, and your ass is out. Academy award for the best actor no one cares about.
X. I can't partake in anything, memories are for the living. But when one of you die, I die too. So what the fxxx are these feelings for if I can't express em. I drank a cup full of your phlegm and then I digest it. Maybe you probably like me better if I called you master. This emptiness we share is growing even faster. Blood on the pen tip used to write the name of the bastards. Little did I know, that was the blood of Kennedy and Lincoln. Put on the stand, 12 angry niggas ready to condem all of man. Embarrassment is all I seem to understand. I'm not the hero you want so you cast me aside. I'm not glamorous, nor am I beautiful but I'm still alive. My naked skin rotten from malnutrition and prescriptions. Slowly I become available for all the world to witness. No sense in hiding in your wallet if I cannot spend it. You cut all ties just so you can kiss my face. Secretly I know that you hate your own mistake. So I've become your muse, and everyone wants a taste.
Yes YAH has a plan
Good works are in hand
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
Most nights I complain
Bare bones sheer pain
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
Though flesh I am cast
These tears won't last
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
I Am but a man
I Am but a man!!
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
I AM that I AM
I AM that I AM!!
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
X. Gimme that dark Chai, rich in astringency. I overdose on indigenous love, that's my cup of tea. I paint Mona Lisa with berries flattened beneath the feet. To whom it may concern, the exonym of my drug and dream. I've been emblematized because my people were crucified, deep fried finger licking good, these scars never lied down in the meadows, shade given to the embezzled, we seek refuge only in the winds shadow. Perhaps my words lack telic, communication is a relic of a true medic. I'm proud to be Semitic, too many channels spewing static, hence why they turn into addicts. Lacking thereof, they seek drugs and dreams from the above-mentioned, niggas be in the kitchen baking soda whipping up a new beginning. Rude mon dem run mission. If I fail then come see me in prison. Grew up listening to the Gods dem vision. Now indulge in my infectious actus reus method, compliments of the chefs endued conspectus.
X. Please pardon my biennial, after all I am a millennial-air, copper skin toned with Seminole hair. I don't care to shareholder, unless you're one of my brothers. And believe you me we all know one another. We band together, tough out any bad weather. Watching our communities, careful to avoid foreign monopsony. We still remember black wall street. Governing bodies looking to exploit through notaphily. I can't help but shed tear, not sadness but joy because we still here. Constantly killing us to damn near extinction. A macroscopic distinction. Yet every man equal until you compare ones position. Drugged and dreamt into submission, so we applaud the supererogation of Nation of Islam for trying. Insurgents steadily lying, conspirators against the tribesmen. So we today pray we never stray from the parley that took place to ensure us a taste of the recherché.
X. I have to say the shit that you too afraid to let escape your lips. You concerned with superficial image and material collectives. I die and you arise, another no woman no cry. Where's the messiah when the whole world seem to catch fire? Masonic platonic vomit regurgitated, same shit keep happening but celebrities celebrated. My opinion means nothing, this broke nigga always be bugging. But a broken clock is still right, so I'm steadily mean mugging. Full of emotions that get ignored, you'll figure me out. Standing on the streets ionizing by shouting. Refusing to look like you is just reverse psychology. Hopefully you catch on before you become his story. I live in my own world but im no narcissist. If anything I love you so much I'm more of a masochist. My world's gravity keeps pulling in all types of shit. This world that I live in is build on top your sin. Scapegoat full of holes now, and your ass is out. Academy award for the best actor no one cares about.
X. I can't partake in anything, memories are for the living. But when one of you die, I die too. So what the fxxx are these feelings for if I can't express em. I drank a cup full of your phlegm and then I digest it. Maybe you probably like me better if I called you master. This emptiness we share is growing even faster. Blood on the pen tip used to write the name of the bastards. Little did I know, that was the blood of Kennedy and Lincoln. Put on the stand, 12 angry niggas ready to condem all of man. Embarrassment is all I seem to understand. I'm not the hero you want so you cast me aside. I'm not glamorous, nor am I beautiful but I'm still alive. My naked skin rotten from malnutrition and prescriptions. Slowly I become available for all the world to witness. No sense in hiding in your wallet if I cannot spend it. You cut all ties just so you can kiss my face. Secretly I know that you hate your own mistake. So I've become your muse, and everyone wants a taste.
Yes YAH has a plan
Good works are in hand
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
Most nights I complain
Bare bones sheer pain
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
Though flesh I am cast
These tears won't last
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
I Am but a man
I Am but a man!!
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
I AM that I AM
I AM that I AM!!
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
X. Gimme that dark Chai, rich in astringency. I overdose on indigenous love, that's my cup of tea. I paint Mona Lisa with berries flattened beneath the feet. To whom it may concern, the exonym of my drug and dream. I've been emblematized because my people were crucified, deep fried finger licking good, these scars never lied down in the meadows, shade given to the embezzled, we seek refuge only in the winds shadow. Perhaps my words lack telic, communication is a relic of a true medic. I'm proud to be Semitic, too many channels spewing static, hence why they turn into addicts. Lacking thereof, they seek drugs and dreams from the above-mentioned, niggas be in the kitchen baking soda whipping up a new beginning. Rude mon dem run mission. If I fail then come see me in prison. Grew up listening to the Gods dem vision. Now indulge in my infectious actus reus method, compliments of the chefs endued conspectus.
X. Please pardon my biennial, after all I am a millennial-air, copper skin toned with Seminole hair. I don't care to shareholder, unless you're one of my brothers. And believe you me we all know one another. We band together, tough out any bad weather. Watching our communities, careful to avoid foreign monopsony. We still remember black wall street. Governing bodies looking to exploit through notaphily. I can't help but shed tear, not sadness but joy because we still here. Constantly killing us to damn near extinction. A macroscopic distinction. Yet every man equal until you compare ones position. Drugged and dreamt into submission, so we applaud the supererogation of Nation of Islam for trying. Insurgents steadily lying, conspirators against the tribesmen. So we today pray we never stray from the parley that took place to ensure us a taste of the recherché.
Verse 1
Lay on down. I can tell that you've been neglecting all your needs girl. Common lemme give you what you girl(oohh). I can feel that pussy
quivering (mhmm).
Say it ain't so. The last time that you
came was awhile ago (nooo!)
lemme share with you something so
wonderful(ohh!) so powerful(oh oh!)
mhmm
Bridge
We both feel this fire babe. This is so exciting babe.
Let's just take our time.
It's just you and I. Tonight is our night…
Chorus
Never holding back we'll both let go
Giving into passions we must explore
Babe give me you all you got and more…
I love this panacea flow.
Verse 2
You say im so deep(oh!) I feel your body clinching as I take the lead. Slowly you began to cream, what a
sexy scene...mhmm
As I get the pumping babe, you saturate me both in sweat and pussy juice(oh!) This viscous got me so attached it's super glue(ooh!) As I pull out I see that
pussy leak...you got that northern creek…
Bridge
We both feel this fire babe. This is so exciting babe.
Let's just take our time.
It's just you and I. Tonight is our night…
Chorus
Never holding back we'll both let go
Giving into passions we must explore
Babe give me you all you got and more…
I love this panacea flow.
X1. They say im old enough to know better, yet I'm young enough not to give a fxxx. Been juggling expectations until my intuition had finally struck. While avoiding loose lips and poser lioness, I was exasperated as a prophet. So I decided to kill em with the sound of silence. Living a nomadic lifestyle because of a background that keeps haunting me. My open wounds left me lachrymose which directed various entities. Even in my sleep I would see those nameless faces. Been pacing myself mainly due to my depleted patience. Folks anticipate that I might become a mental patient. It's constant friction from institutions and alleged relatives. Probable that they're all seeking to damage my development. I'm hesitant knowing of their acerbic conglomerate. They need a host to fuel their parasitic empty existence. Build up anger and resentment gave birth to these gelastic spewed sentences. So now my confidence is trenchant in this very instant. No apologies accepted these refining fires are fully expected.
X2. Fed dogma to play the hamster on the spinning wheel, but i knew the deal. In the jungle its either kill or be killed. My genetic talents turned out to be applicable skills. Hence the term in the real world real recognize real. Abnegation eating at me, time demanding some celerity. Looking in the mirror all I see is a monstrosity. Seeking some solution from the vicinal pollutions, my continuous arrogance became rather propitious. I developed a perspicacious sense for living carelessly. Yet arbitrarily I was removing unwanted rubiginous personalities. Subtly strengthing myself against any social dissonance. Through rigorous mental training i developed a sturdy tolerance. Now when institutions want to clinically diagnose, i let them know. I can now kill them softly with my adagio. I was born to win fxxx niggas yea i was born to win. I say it again fxxx nigga yea i was born to win.
X1. People dem shout cheers bomb burst off into the air. The very thing we celebrate we're taught to beware. Kinda scary when happy thoughts leave you in despair. Like looking for a hug from a Pedobear. Everyone lines up to be a millionaire. And once the money gone their heart goes callous. To be honest I can't even knock it. This entire society lacks empathy like a tin man with insecurities. Pledge of Allegiance to piracy, one by land two by sea, so pardon me if I fall for her decadent beauty. She appeases me with her words and wishes. Her body too damaged and ravaged for pussy and kissing. She cries all night and only heaven may listen. Trapped in this hourglass while the dark matter pass, leaving me grasping and gasping. I'm sorry momma but I'm not a pastor. Im sorry internet but I'm not an actor. All these souls on layaway have become a factor. Because they must hurry home for their last supper. A requiem of the 8th wonder.
X2. There are many unsung heroes that we so proudly hail. On the back of a dead inflated washed up whale. Speaking of the devil is starting to taste so stale. When we're all angles habitually dwelling in hell. The judicious system encouraged the worship of bail. These marionette had me under a hex like spell. I cleansed in the blood but to no prevail. My orotund song shattered the draconian cell. It took 33 days to wash off this rancid smell. Branded inimical for freedom fighting visuals. The inevitable totality of the issue was beautiful. Established intricate networks with the bare minimum. Ironically everyone wants to be a criminal. Sex money murder became our badge of honor. And if it's death over dishonor then we'd be suicide bombers. Why nobody warned us about Gay rights Obama? Why must Islam be tainted because of Osama? Why can't you translate Viva La Bamba? Why the police had to take the Chevy impala? Why did Belafonte sing about stacking banana? Smoking cigars while sporting the fandora. It's never too late to open up Pandora.
X1. I see dead people. I see people who would do no evil. I see the impossible solutions to any upheaval. I've been walking on pins and needles, yet vigilant of oligarchy eagles. The predator to a predator of beetles. The darkest hour of higher power is being alone, being unable to cope with the sight of blood stained stones. Bundles of dead dried bones, gentrified and becomes a new home. Nevertheless, even in death you'll hear melanin moan. An Eastern star kiss under a Great red oak tree, compatible energy so we danced until the Sun decided to sleep. Just another angel wrestling with the YAHudii seed. Still takes the best of me to work with this society because my identity undoubtedly, is not a social formality. A threatening ideology, detrimental to pagen blasphemy. Oooo illuminati got the hots for me. But the dick dead asleep because Darwinism isn't cheap. So my best assets are kept safe under my turbans keep.
X2. Teeth chattering from embarrassment in the presence of the Infinite One. The Gaza was constructed and the unruly commenced with operation Solomon. In the eye of the F5 I would be in the calm. Hub caps broken off the rims tho because niggas be moving like bums. You can't mix opera sound with the might of the Drum. Be ye separated my son or just deal with the crumbs. Even with this turban, im uncle Drew like kyrie Irving. An authentic style that was uniquely woven. Plus mami pussy get dumb open. Even at sunrise we have ourselves alil dinner date. I pull up clean as fxxx and the pussy be on a dinner plate. I dealt with her like a doctors appointment and we shared the anointing. 8:31 she fell asleep, talk about synchronicity. Some say life a mystery, family never lose faith in ADONIA sovereignty. Unruly words blast off like pyroclasticity. This the 25th hour of cryptography. From the bottom of our balls came black history. Don't let the bed bugs bite dummy and continue to sleep.
Viewers discretion, my lyrics might influence perspectives. The devil may cry, caught staring at his own reflection. A mockingbird listens, thin crisp air razor sharpened. Almost vacuum like, blood boiling impulsive thoughts. Fastidious performance lifestyle, homework that's passed down. Cornerback field goals, making these hoes tippy toe. I'm exercising the gift of gabble. Refractory mineral from the tower of Babel. Cut from the same cloth that hung on Osceola brow. If not for the ancestors then I wouldn't be here now. I was the spider that bit Spiderman, and still Sony didn't give a damn. I was just expunged, undermined as a man. All the other supporting cast got main roles, while i was left webbing together my tomorrow's. I was dealing on different levels, paradigms translucent to the devil. In honoring the father i was bestowed precious medals.
X2. Mind over matter, matter of fact that i had to get mine. It was only a matter of time before I started with crime. A deciduous heart, evident from being set apart. Excommunicated and hated only made me go hard. I was doing my dirt, even if i knew it was causing hurt. It didn't matter, as long as I was putting in work. You live and you learn, couple of brawds I had to burn. My nigga cashes had a fat bitch and a side one just to earn. You take and you give. One hand washes the other, that's how we live. Money power respect was the thing that we did. But you see, politics is a son of a bitch. Once niggas get comfortable, there's no telling what they can do. No familiar faces because in the jungle you'll always find trouble. There is no logical approach for this type of struggle. When leaf drop off like signs of treason, That's for a reason. Not everyone is meant to stay with you for another season.
X. I have to say the shit that you too afraid to let escape your lips. You concerned with superficial image and material collectives. I die and you arise, another no woman no cry. Where's the messiah when the whole world seem to catch fire? Masonic platonic vomit regurgitated, same shit keep happening but celebrities celebrated. My opinion means nothing, this broke nigga always be bugging. But a broken clock is still right, so I'm steadily mean mugging. Full of emotions that get ignored, you'll figure me out. Standing on the streets ionizing by shouting. Refusing to look like you is just reverse psychology. Hopefully you catch on before you become his story. I live in my own world but im no narcissist. If anything I love you so much I'm more of a masochist. My world's gravity keeps pulling in all types of shit. This world that I live in is build on top your sin. Scapegoat full of holes now, and your ass is out. Academy award for the best actor no one cares about.
X. I can't partake in anything, memories are for the living. But when one of you die, I die too. So what the fxxx are these feelings for if I can't express em. I drank a cup full of your phlegm and then I digest it. Maybe you probably like me better if I called you master. This emptiness we share is growing even faster. Blood on the pen tip used to write the name of the bastards. Little did I know, that was the blood of Kennedy and Lincoln. Put on the stand, 12 angry niggas ready to condem all of man. Embarrassment is all I seem to understand. I'm not the hero you want so you cast me aside. I'm not glamorous, nor am I beautiful but I'm still alive. My naked skin rotten from malnutrition and prescriptions. Slowly I become available for all the world to witness. No sense in hiding in your wallet if I cannot spend it. You cut all ties just so you can kiss my face. Secretly I know that you hate your own mistake. So I've become your muse, and everyone wants a taste.
Yes YAH has a plan
Good works are in hand
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
Most nights I complain
Bare bones sheer pain
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
Though flesh I am cast
These tears won't last
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
I Am but a man
I Am but a man!!
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
I AM that I AM
I AM that I AM!!
Through the will of the father
I AM that I AM
X. Gimme that dark Chai, rich in astringency. I overdose on indigenous love, that's my cup of tea. I paint Mona Lisa with berries flattened beneath the feet. To whom it may concern, the exonym of my drug and dream. I've been emblematized because my people were crucified, deep fried finger licking good, these scars never lied down in the meadows, shade given to the embezzled, we seek refuge only in the winds shadow. Perhaps my words lack telic, communication is a relic of a true medic. I'm proud to be Semitic, too many channels spewing static, hence why they turn into addicts. Lacking thereof, they seek drugs and dreams from the above-mentioned, niggas be in the kitchen baking soda whipping up a new beginning. Rude mon dem run mission. If I fail then come see me in prison. Grew up listening to the Gods dem vision. Now indulge in my infectious actus reus method, compliments of the chefs endued conspectus.
X. Please pardon my biennial, after all I am a millennial-air, copper skin toned with Seminole hair. I don't care to shareholder, unless you're one of my brothers. And believe you me we all know one another. We band together, tough out any bad weather. Watching our communities, careful to avoid foreign monopsony. We still remember black wall street. Governing bodies looking to exploit through notaphily. I can't help but shed tear, not sadness but joy because we still here. Constantly killing us to damn near extinction. A macroscopic distinction. Yet every man equal until you compare ones position. Drugged and dreamt into submission, so we applaud the supererogation of Nation of Islam for trying. Insurgents steadily lying, conspirators against the tribesmen. So we today pray we never stray from the parley that took place to ensure us a taste of the recherché.
Verse 1
Lay on down. I can tell that you've been neglecting all your needs girl. Common lemme give you what you girl(oohh). I can feel that pussy
quivering (mhmm).
Say it ain't so. The last time that you
came was awhile ago (nooo!)
lemme share with you something so
wonderful(ohh!) so powerful(oh oh!)
mhmm
Bridge
We both feel this fire babe. This is so exciting babe.
Let's just take our time.
It's just you and I. Tonight is our night…
Chorus
Never holding back we'll both let go
Giving into passions we must explore
Babe give me you all you got and more…
I love this panacea flow.
Verse 2
You say im so deep(oh!) I feel your body clinching as I take the lead. Slowly you began to cream, what a
sexy scene...mhmm
As I get the pumping babe, you saturate me both in sweat and pussy juice(oh!) This viscous got me so attached it's super glue(ooh!) As I pull out I see that
pussy leak...you got that northern creek…
Bridge
We both feel this fire babe. This is so exciting babe.
Let's just take our time.
It's just you and I. Tonight is our night…
Chorus
Never holding back we'll both let go
Giving into passions we must explore
Babe give me you all you got and more…
I love this panacea flow.
X1. They say im old enough to know better, yet I'm young enough not to give a fxxx. Been juggling expectations until my intuition had finally struck. While avoiding loose lips and poser lioness, I was exasperated as a prophet. So I decided to kill em with the sound of silence. Living a nomadic lifestyle because of a background that keeps haunting me. My open wounds left me lachrymose which directed various entities. Even in my sleep I would see those nameless faces. Been pacing myself mainly due to my depleted patience. Folks anticipate that I might become a mental patient. It's constant friction from institutions and alleged relatives. Probable that they're all seeking to damage my development. I'm hesitant knowing of their acerbic conglomerate. They need a host to fuel their parasitic empty existence. Build up anger and resentment gave birth to these gelastic spewed sentences. So now my confidence is trenchant in this very instant. No apologies accepted these refining fires are fully expected.
X2. Fed dogma to play the hamster on the spinning wheel, but i knew the deal. In the jungle its either kill or be killed. My genetic talents turned out to be applicable skills. Hence the term in the real world real recognize real. Abnegation eating at me, time demanding some celerity. Looking in the mirror all I see is a monstrosity. Seeking some solution from the vicinal pollutions, my continuous arrogance became rather propitious. I developed a perspicacious sense for living carelessly. Yet arbitrarily I was removing unwanted rubiginous personalities. Subtly strengthing myself against any social dissonance. Through rigorous mental training i developed a sturdy tolerance. Now when institutions want to clinically diagnose, i let them know. I can now kill them softly with my adagio. I was born to win fxxx niggas yea i was born to win. I say it again fxxx nigga yea i was born to win.
X1. People dem shout cheers bomb burst off into the air. The very thing we celebrate we're taught to beware. Kinda scary when happy thoughts leave you in despair. Like looking for a hug from a Pedobear. Everyone lines up to be a millionaire. And once the money gone their heart goes callous. To be honest I can't even knock it. This entire society lacks empathy like a tin man with insecurities. Pledge of Allegiance to piracy, one by land two by sea, so pardon me if I fall for her decadent beauty. She appeases me with her words and wishes. Her body too damaged and ravaged for pussy and kissing. She cries all night and only heaven may listen. Trapped in this hourglass while the dark matter pass, leaving me grasping and gasping. I'm sorry momma but I'm not a pastor. Im sorry internet but I'm not an actor. All these souls on layaway have become a factor. Because they must hurry home for their last supper. A requiem of the 8th wonder.
X2. There are many unsung heroes that we so proudly hail. On the back of a dead inflated washed up whale. Speaking of the devil is starting to taste so stale. When we're all angles habitually dwelling in hell. The judicious system encouraged the worship of bail. These marionette had me under a hex like spell. I cleansed in the blood but to no prevail. My orotund song shattered the draconian cell. It took 33 days to wash off this rancid smell. Branded inimical for freedom fighting visuals. The inevitable totality of the issue was beautiful. Established intricate networks with the bare minimum. Ironically everyone wants to be a criminal. Sex money murder became our badge of honor. And if it's death over dishonor then we'd be suicide bombers. Why nobody warned us about Gay rights Obama? Why must Islam be tainted because of Osama? Why can't you translate Viva La Bamba? Why the police had to take the Chevy impala? Why did Belafonte sing about stacking banana? Smoking cigars while sporting the fandora. It's never too late to open up Pandora.
Each lyric composed consist of quality work and time. Much appreciated for the encouragement, support and for the love of music. All the lyrics is intended to draw the reader in as if to give something of a existential experience. These are just generic lyric templates. Anyone interested in collaboration feel free to reach out. The beats do not belong to me they're free online beat samples.
Have been involved in the music scene both professionally and privately. Performances at different events throughout my life.
NA @ this time
