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I5OT4P3
02:23
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This is my I5OT4P3
You can play this while you isolate
We all just hoping for a greater day
Give me a WHOO if you can't relate
Isolation never been the cause for resignation
Mistaken for another man, now now that’s a rare occasion
Gotta bet
On yourself, VanVleet did
When I was young, I hanged with the street kids
Those times were forming my future
Showed me that I won’t follow that path
Kept on track, never caught with a gat in the backpack
Or a cigarette in my hand, that’s a fact
This many years keeping it straight, I could still be the guy outside high schools selling kids crack
What the hell would you know?
I just made the right foes
I just hang with my bros
And I hope they still alright
Cause the world’s messed up, that’s how shit goes
Isolation never been the cause for standing stationary
Every single story I ever heard was a cautionary
Tale
I never fell in love with the vail
Never blazed, always made the trail
I never go stale
My lines are dopest but rappers be sad that they never on sale
I never get off of they tail
I stay focused
I’m never faking, you know this
I put the stake in my motives
I’m never faking like COVID
Imma keep it true, never question my move
Whenever I stumble, I pick and I choose
Now no more preamble
We handle the angle, now believe the news
Block your eyes while I’m lighting the fuse
Bye bye
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2. |
Underground
03:45
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Keep my vision inward, gotta focus on my conscience
Ain’t nobody lying until you ask if they been honest
I been down that road before, modest the role of an artist is
Cultural marxist confused by the remnants of his carcas
My rest notes be on par with insomnia patients
Patience for others is never spacious
Turned off radio stations cause they food for thought was Asian
Paul George with the And-1, my clips are making y’all pace
Ye the people don’t understand, heard em say there’s no direction
Your reputation is only the size of your recollections
If you don’t have answers, you didn’t ask enough questions
I’m taking lessons in how to remember to always count your blessings
Easy to forget your purpose
Soul is never worthless like the dress shoes they wear inside of southern churches
Gotta branch my music out like birches
Til they never have my size, that’s how We Are The City’s merch is
But I still love y’all, that’s a light jab
They never break my skin so I’m ripping off the scabs
They study my music in labs or bump it in backs of cabs
Never stab a man who’s got the heart of a king, less you the Mavs
Or let them rule other lands like the Cavs
I like my songs split in halves like I’m eating grilled cheeses
Don’t need to question my ties so I’m blowing kisses to my nieces
My heart been broke to pieces too many times by people who don’t respect me
If the feelings ain’t mutual, then I ain’t giving out funds
I save those for bad times and spray them out when they turn good
If you expect more than what I’ve given, I’ve already done what I could
If you wanna know what I been through, you’ll find the spots where I’ve stood
Don’t back down from a challenge like Aubrey
My music more emotive than Carly Rae, maybe she could call me
Don’t play the heat if you can’t take it
Got MJ handles, they leaning like the Matrix
Man, these rappers bandwagon like the Lakers
LeBron pulling strings on fools like he Mayer
Miss me with that Insta
I’m gonna end careers then I’ll never mention ya
Got no dirt on me, it’s just staining ya
Got no lines, so I must be painting ya
All these people think my music alien
Yo, you just mad my music Mastiff when you Pomeranian
Missed the dunk, man, you shoulda laid it in
Missed the outline, so Imma shade it in
Never miss the beat like Kaiser Chiefs
Kansas City would be proud
I’m tryin to vibe but the deaf keep complaining that I play my music loud
Blast this shit til they come full circle
I’m on a run, make y’all jump like you running hurdles
Vibe is so myrtle, convo is internal
Steady working
On my convertible cause the roof got ripped off in a car chase
I guess that’s what happen when you constantly living out the visions in your head space
I gotta keep it face to face
I would never tell my pace to haste
Copy my moves over again like Imma bout to paste it
Adjacent from others, word to all my brothers down south
Lifting wheels soon, y’all goin see what I’m all about
Sick of all these people blocking my shine
Spine strong, straight stance when I drop dimes on ya
California dreams are worthless if you only care bout the surface
Heart pound for the underground
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3. |
Feels Good But Not...
01:27
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Make em sweat, suffocate em with the mask on
My game clean like Gump playing ping pong
I’m speaking my truth, man, this ain’t no sing along
I’m going old school like screw 2K, we bumping Tron
Feel like King Kong
Feel like a king amongst the pawns
Goin hit em like Zidane because brains over brawn
Got so much jump in my step, nearly cleared the front lawn
Yeah, I’m just getting started
I’m focused on what matters and everything else in my life is departing
Anyone stepping to me without purpose is getting yellow carded
Never got anywhere in life by being too guarded
My flow got more power than when the Red Sea got parted
This is a different path than what other people had charted
I’m just doing my thing
Rocking on that Tribe-esque swing
Would never listen to radio no more unless I got a shot, bang bang
People who think they Kool, aye, you just sipping on the Tang
And I been going hard since the second the bell rang
All I do is kill it, guess it’s the blood of the fang
Got a thirst for the grind, but don’t need the
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4. |
Fresh
03:07
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I wish that I could know when I’m gonna hit the top
Cause every track I make could be the line between a flop and a bop
Everybody cravin music for the bar hop
Heads bob to the beat but duck at the sight of a cop
But they never drop a drink, cause drunks have never purchased a mop
I know that line’s ridiculous, but you realize that it’s not
That far fetched
I got a love for the treble clef
I’m making toast while I’m bumping Mos Def
But the referee in my mind says “is this really worth while?”
I just love making shit, it’s the pursuit to never be idle
Never build idols if they flawed
Some people think making art is license to be a god
Every artist speaking mystically is a fraud
Don’t believe those assumptions of grandeur
Don’t be surprised when your favorite rapper doesn’t have an answer
When you ask what key they hit song was in
Cause all they did was drop an instrumental into Ableton
(Keep it fresh)
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
(Keep it fresh)
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
(Keep it fresh)
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
(Keep it fresh)
You hear the bass, bass, bass, bass
Keep it fresh like this song ain’t derivative as hell
Never play fair, homie, like I’m bumping MARKEL
Got a product to sell, gotta let the vibes gel
Sit on it for a minute, send it out on the cell
This shit is worldwide, never let it die, head in the sky
Fly by higher than my girl’s mood when she sipping on a chai
Or maybe when Giannis gets a facial from Kawhi
And I try to never cry even though the music got me reminiscing
To when things was simple, maybe not simple but definitely different
I’m never tripping, everything I got, that’s how I’m living
What’s the point of existing if it isn’t your all you’re giving?
Like you fall in love with someone but you just in it for the friction
Or hating on someone only just to say “pardon my diction”
Man, that’s vocally pissing
I hold my verses to higher standards
I wipe the dirt off, keep the elbows down and mind my manners
Cause these lines matter
Don’t wanna hear that chatter behind my back
Don’t need dirty money, my bars are clean on every track
Slide in well with the money counter counting up racks
Well, I mean I I’m closer to that than I’ve ever been before
Cause I wanted more, impossible to ignore
Founded the foul on a trey like I’m going four score
Made the beat melt like s’mores
Swept the competition out like this shit was a chore
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5. |
Quarantune
03:54
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I guess I should just stay in
While other people only wonder where I been
Physical contact be regarded as a sin
I kept a socially accepted distance all day now
HIVE FIVE ME BROTHER
If my baby got it, I still love her
But we still gotta take precautions
We still wear masks when we flossin
Hazmat suit when I’m shakin hands now
We goin forget this thing by fall tho
Y’all scared like “it’s protocol”
But I still see y’all at the mall doe
Quarantining at the condo
Everyone acting like it going round like Rondo
But I swear that we all goin be okay
Just don’t live your life in fear, cause outside it’s a beautiful day
Being safe doesn’t mean not living, you don’t need to be brave
This the gap between a trim and a close shave
Just cause someone did it don't mean you do
Just cause someone did it don't mean you do
Just cause it came out their mouth don't mean it's true
Just cause someone did it don't mean you do
Cause this is my quarantune (yeah)
Cause this is my quarantune (yeah)
Sick of hugging paper
Wishing it would leave
Don’t need a guarantor to make sure that they might believe
Call me Guaraldi how I’m raking in the autumn leaves
Other people wait for the summer, but the winter will deceive
It’s a blue world without salt and light
And I been working hard every day to continue to give my life flight
But what about the common man? We don’t gotta be friends
But I can tell when humans wanna do what they can, but they don’t understand
I’m working the 40 hour work week on front lines
These circumstances got single people missing Valentines
But these deaths happen year round regardless
Y’all just scared because the reality is closer to your own doors than ever before
We all need step up but we’ll never level the score
Cause life ain’t a game, it’s a strength test
From LA to Budapest, gotta cover for one another like bulletproof vests
Never invest in yourself, you’ll always fall flat
2 heads better than one, but 7 billion next
Some people barely catching a breath
We gotta be aware of what these actions meant
When we look back on it
We knew it was one day at a time, no point looking beyond it
Never showboat like Leon Lett
I got a world to see, I ain’t ready to see y’all hearts stopping yet
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6. |
Mar~kel's Interlude
01:01
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N/A
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7. |
Media
02:45
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1 Mississippi 2 Mississippi chop block
Never been the one to cut it out with the small talk
Keep the ball in your court
That’s too much for me to retort
Got fire in the USB port doe
Ripping shit yo I been a go getter
Ever since Cuomo had to read that letter
and every word I speak is just me gettin better
and every beat I drop you know it’s a two stepper
Never bad weather when I pump up the volume
Every girly looking a damn porcelain doll
You gotta get more real
Just how I feel about that
No makeup put on my tracks
Never being committed, gotta push them on back
Others sticking to the wall like tacks
Never behind on the taxes
Make the note takers get rashes
Or maybe blisters, whatever’s first
If you been patched looking for real shit, I’m the origin of the thirst
This flow got pirates thinking that they life cursed
Everything y’all spitting is miscellaneous
I’m posted at night time like Transylvanians
When the film is grainiest and real talk goes down
Wrong word might put a body on the ground
And the only thing found was a gun shell and a newspaper
Full of blood, might not might be on the news later
Probably not
Some people, they just gotta shoot they shot
Everybody on the scene got a red dot pointed at the victim
But all but one always miss em
And only one forgives em
Looks like light going through a prism
Like we playing different keys and only the killer knows the rhythm
It go like dat dat dat
Triplet flows into the spine
If you want advice, the word might be fly
Fight or flee, forgot the answer
Don’t wanna point fingers, but it might be cancerous
To think that way, but I fix the master
In post, cause the story gotta be concise for the broadcaster
It's that amethyst poet
If I wanted to be the illest rapper, you would know it (cause I would tell you)
Been a couple false starts but we never end
A paradox in a pair of Docs
I pare the locks while they parrot ops
I'm not a rookie or a veteran
Young sage of the tree-tops
Burn sage while I plot on their weak spots
Two step in the sage-colored Reeboks
The beat knocks
Vegetarian, I do not eat ox tails
Deploying Oxford commas at will
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8. |
PTSD
04:12
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I never take compliments
Cause I ain’t ever try
Everything is relative
But we ain’t related, my guy
Got a lust for starry skies, waving time goodbye
Wish I could see outside the lines of my context
Every night framed by the sunlight hitting the window pane
Got a calling in my name
Got no violence in my brain
Never seem to feel the same
As others who find emotional cover while I feel insane
Surrounded by the toxic
Repetition endless
Psyche is defenceless
Mired, tired, acquired no fire, forget this
I know dark cowers to light, but this depression’s relentless
Wish I could be inside another world where I know my head can rest
I walk the line between educated and brainless
And pretend for others when I’m bending under the stress
It’s like anxiety’s wearing a black dress
Or some kind of parallel I don’t understand to confess
They clog the pipes with regret
And we’re too blind to pick out which problem with which we want to pled yet
I’ll never know what they mean when they say this is suffocating
Why do we grow older and slower but our problems boost their ratings
Like a sick joke played on those who choose to live free
To believe that joyful life to lead is the same reason we stop to breathe
I choose to live on
That’s my decision
No influence outside of myself has a right to make incisions
In my life like a doctor preforming on an open heart
I never close the skin, I keep my inner life exposed
Through this gash, I hope to show someone what my passion’s all about
So forgive if I gag at the sight of an artist clasping for clout
I never let darkness in, but then it grows
From inside of me, I gotta let it go
Let me go, let me be, let me be me
I never let darkness in, but then it grows
From inside of me, I gotta let it go
Let me go, let me be
Guess this another form of PTSD
I been waking in the morning feeling plastered
Yeah, I’m stucco instead of sicko; should’ve gone for my Masters
Like I went and I got myself a green jacket
Hoping that I got the audience that’s standing around the green clapping
Hoping they could at least give me some dap
It’s a trap or boom bap to think they opinions matter at all
Tell me when you get the message, then answer the call
Meteors rise in the air for the purpose of downfall
Like what are you saying?
Every line like darts in my hearts ready to help decaying
Decomposition is instrumental to playing yourself your entire life to an early sleep like Malcomb had been conveying
Or maybe that’s projection
An calacsed perception
Even in these lines on my own, my breaths have been hesitant
That’s when you speaking real
That’s why I don’t get deals
Cause I don’t rap this for nobody but myself, just chill
They never scaled the hills that I did
Some of y’all got mountains
Some of y’all got nothing to argue about and now on me you’re counting
That’s a little much to take in to be truthful
Guess I’m all offence no defence just like Louisville
I know you with me still
Never keep track of the bills
And I ain’t suicidal
I ain’t got no time to kill
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9. |
Stuck
03:28
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Every time I look at you, I think I’m doomed
Cause all I see is the unknowable words inside of you
And though it’s true that I could never be the one that steps out from reality
Sometimes I wish I could be that dude
The one who kicks an old life in the face and steps into a new one
Too many voices in my head, please tell me what’s the true one?
I thought you were the perfect one, but that’s jeopardized forever
Cause you gave your heart to another lover, covered your face, girl, you’re clever
Severed fingers just for asking for your hand
Don’t make sense when you complain that life is bland
I’m doing hand stands just to make you happy for one day
Guess that shows how smart I am, guess we’re one in the same
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired of playing this game
I don’t wanna be the one that goes through life by forever taking the blame
I know shit sucks and I keep saying that I feel it too
But being stuck in this state is why I look forward to hanging with the crew
Too true when I’m stuck in a state of blue
Guess that’s why I feel the need to move on to something new
Like this rhyme scheme is demeaning my dream, that’s how it seems
I deem or determine this internal scream’s a deterrent
From what’s happening on the inside
You’ll find that I’m meddling in time
I know that turmoil is par for the course, but I wish these thoughts would fly
Away, never play until these lines decay
Load em with precision, I never absently spray
If I may say, this is the sound of my heart beat in syllabics
Cause y’all never fascinated by death in form of ceramics
Nod to beats like I’m LeBron
Put my heart Into these songs
Hope I’m doing something wrong
Cause I’m always getting better every minute
Never reach my peak less there’s a limit to this passion
Express this pain for what I’m asking
And my game is never passive
Imma shoot my shot, brah
And I don’t drag endings out cause it ain’t my last call
Always find a way out like Dante Hall
Find me slowing to a crawl just to make you think you have a chance
Never take a play off, always in stance
Detail how Imma do it then I define and enhance
Find the reason for living is in the palm of my hands
But this is life or death, there ain’t no time for romance
I’m back in the old element
Any memory is irrelevant
Cause Imma be setting my own precedent
Shouts to the blacktop, face on the pavement
Feel the rock and roll cause my real soul adjacent
I ain’t what I seem but I’m never green when I’m mean
Change the mode, screw the average, get offensive like a moving screen
Shake it like the dream, play dirty, but the execution clean
Got the drug dealers losing profits
Got them loose in the pockets
Made them promise not to deposit without paying back the prophet
And that’s me
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