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Plan, plot, strategize, it's the task I realize, right before I bomb first You don't gotta love me, respect me, and fear me And yes, you gotta fade me if worst come to worst 'Cause love could get you killed Playin' the victim get you bullied I passed God's test, understood life fully The wing-ridden angel, the horn-hidden demon The day I go to war, this is the song I be singin' The song I be singin'
"Angelz" - Denzel Curry
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Yeah, the time is tickin', come take a ride, get inside This is highly different, I'm talkin' fly, got a pilot wit' 'im, uh Can I mind my business? Why you trippin'? Give you somethin' that your eyes can witness Ooh, you're too close I don't understand why you doin' the most
[Verse 1: Phonte, Rapper Big Pooh & Both] Yeah! Ayo! I laid in my bed and thought about everything The light, dark and the heavy things The house, the kids, the wedding rings The inner peace that I've never seen Divine light that'll shine so bright and so white It's like they got it outta Medellin Let me set a scene The fruits of your talents Hanging in the balance like a brand new evergreen It come crashing down as soon as the machete swings Lookin' for better things Lookin' for that same energy that niggas talk but never bring No original thought, anti-inflammatory medicinal bars Special edition, a pause, for Combat, Haygon and niggas we lost My man was heavy on my mind so I gave him a call Remember when I couldn't picture this vision at all A little riddle only time intended to solve (Huh) My foundation tend to hide all the little flaws (Huh) Fresh off an R&R (Huh) We celebrate the healing scars Back to back like it's no tomorrow Another chapter for the memoir, here we are You might also like Don’t You Have a Man
[Chorus: Phonte] Everything I did for you After all you put me through Maybe then you'll start to see Everything you mean to me (Come on) Everything I did for you (Yeah) After all you put me through (Okay) Maybe then you'll start to see (Oh) Everything you mean to me
Ay yo ha ha ha ha, It's just rap Too much beer Too much homeboys and all that Too many crates, Too many brakes to chop Too much respect, Too many years to stop this Too much hotness, Too much accomplished Too much to still do and Too much on my want list Too many fans, too many hands to still shake Too many lands, too many plans to still make Too many obstacles on my way to give up too Too many personal standards to live up to Too many 2 or 3 Henny shots over the edge Too many of my fucking rap heroes are dead... ...Moment of Silence Too much drugs, guns, gang-banging and violence Too many dudes thinking they can bite Jay Dee Too many dudes wanna rap and not emcee Too too true, too much honesty Too much industry who's who Too much internet, Too much YouTube Too many stages, Too many roofs got raised Too many continents, Too much currencies getting saved Too much Double K and Too much Thes One Too many Long Island Ice Tea's and Too much damn (Fun) Too much music, Too much of the funky stuff They say Too much is Too much before it's never enough
Take a ride on my train of thought, fundamentals what I bought Penniless, I await the emptiness enlightened Twenty-six years on Earth, my soul fighting Habits that ain't happen, my body has took a liken To my lifestyle, battling stress the size of Goliath Slingshots plus hard rocks, these stones getting thrown My temptations are amplified when I get alone Tried to separate the action from the man I wholeheartedly understand why I need to grow even though I'm grown If I did you wrong, I vow to make it right Judgе me off appearance, it was said to mе, I'm impolite Eyes remain in freeze mode, I'm stuck in fight-or-flight I'm deflecting my daily problems within my daily life Recognize hidden patterns of my own demise Why I feel like hiding a truth is finding a lie? Dealt with thoughts of suicide, women I've objectified Couldn't see it through my eyes so for that, I apologize I'm just hypnotized, working hard to empathize Strung out on love addiction and groupies when souls collide
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You open up the doors (You'll see) Then you hear another voice (The cracks in the wall) As you say that it's fine That word you use all the time That you don't need to quit You'll just handle it, yeah
How could you leave me? I thought that you needed me! When the world got too much and you pleaded with me Who helped you immediately? How speedy of me! How could you deny me so vehemently? Now your body is shaking, trying to free it of me And your soul is in control, trying to lead it from me And your heart no longer pledge allegiance to me Damn, I'm missing the days when you needed the D!
[Thes One:] We got forty crates, black plates, rare grooves, breaks No 78’s, Vietnam era United States American funk, private label on major turntables Sunken treasures that’s in the 4/4 measures Now life’s only pleasures is digging, I do it often So when I die, don’t cry, put my records in a coffin And bury me next to a very big tree with my MPC So they won’t warp, as a corpse, remember me As a daily beat digger that figured out better ways Of tracking down vinyl, like working at Rhino in the good old days When the pay came, raised the notch, new spots Friends with owners, under counters, digging through the new box 45 shoebox to understock rock, records before gas Wood and glass, fuck it, I’ll walk for weeks And sacrifice heats, looking for beats that coalesce With chronic, like this here 45 on Microtronics New spots, harmonic to sonic, enhance my life My records are my children, my ancestors, and my wife They’re there for me, carefully picked and never bit My record karma stays stronger than the record by the Biz I known places you don’t, did places you won’t Yo, fuck a loop-digger in my city, man, just stay home You see me by a pay phone on Normandie and King Don’t wonder why as you drive by, I’m doing one thing Head down, studying my music like Schroeder Daily digging dust missions wearing out my motor Fingers full of warts, back aching, arch support failing Two hours to a new spot, fuck it, we still bailing In my ride, digging worldwide, bringing heritage home Reconnaissance, innosense, Renaissance elements Evidence of long lost musical intelligence, big-picture relevance
[Rap sample:] Digging in the crate (scratched and repeated) [Thes One:] The only way my life makes sense I’m two weeks late paying my rent I’m digging out the past and the present And now my fucking money’s being spent The only way my life makes sense I’m two weeks late paying my rent I’m digging out the past and the present The only way my life makes sense
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[Sample] I see how y'all be trying to front, man Y'all be fronting, man
[Verse: Aesop Rock] Been a bit since Mu died Been a lot more loss then awake I recall thinking, "Someday, someone's gonna say it's all from the same cause and effect" And I just couldn't fathom blaming a whole new page on a made-up chain reaction Each claim individual peaks and pockets Pains and a slew of unique nuances Nah mean? When you wake up eight years non-responsive It's a lot to process Gone from a happier jack-in-the-box To a package of clogged up chakras Oh, shazbat! Not the "ever after" he wanted From the "Once upon a time, dot, dot, dot" Once upon a time, he was so much more Than a punchline for his own potshots, ah Watch the Impossible Kid Everything that he touch turns promptly to shit If I zoom on out, I can finally admit It's all been a blur since Mu got sick None of the subsequent years stood a chance Whether you his moms or his mans Whether you his pops or his girl, I was poison Heart full of canines, head full of voices Whole life trying to quiet 'em down Like a suicide king with a knife in his crown Hounds at bay, but they just won't stay True friendship in a tugboat way Ae go dark in the face of the fucked When the fucked was a friend, that was basically done Into the woods go his alien tongue It was that or a textbook faking of funk, and I can't Here go the hindsight: Eight years been one long blindside I could pinpoint seven more turns that occurred 'cause he never really healed from the first Oh, what a world, any hack is a myth Any dap is a joke, any map is a trick Any graph is a hoax, ease on down I'm burning up, I'm bleeding out Knowing ain't half the battle That's a bullshit quip written by some asshole You can own what you are and still sit around stoned in your car Not doing shit, halfway to nil Cranky and waiting for a boss key and hat full of bills Get out the car, Aes
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"When I spit I spray thoughts that's representing my life Yo I step into the spot leave n------- open like mics Take on em on a tour Explore psychologies of war Things you can't imagine if you've never seen em before Shorties come back raw Straight out the c- 74 I welcome them back to the world they think is run by laws The world is run by men who use laws for tools" -Talib
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If I could take the fire out from the wire I'd share a life and you'd share a life If I could take the fire out from the wire I'd share a life and you'd share a life If I could take the fire out from the wire I'd take you where nobody knows you And nobody gives a damn I said nobody knows you And nobody gives a damn
I can't stand you I just love you I got something to give you but I don't want to The one I wanna be close to but I can't touch you 'Cause I can see you When I can't see good 'cause You keep me crying, hu hu hu hu
