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gardening in Paris
02:59
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pay no attention to my demeanor
27, working like someone 5 years my senior
I had to re-up, no longer kickin' my feet up
I put the work in to hurt them
like i'm scared of Agent Zero, I turned down playing arenas (Arenas)
Mutombo how I reject it, but they's reckless: still wear their heart on they necklace
Took some time off, had to come back quick
Aye I (A.I.) got The Answer if you talkin' bout practice
Ball is in your court if you just tryn get active
But peep how word (Howard) get back to da white (Dwight)folk
while I'm tryn play my tape for the right folk, watch how I tightrope
Aint no tellin' how I might go
I'm liable to show you what compassion do
You throwin' rocks, you trippin but I wont laugh at you
Glass houses don't leave much to imagine dude
Black e'erthing, make it chocolate, I'm Majiin Buu
How we gon move on up when the ceiling is glass too?
You must be off your rocker if you thinkin' I'm past due
ain't have the patience for back and forths when I passed you
...
I etch my name in the rock like I'm Jay Z's boy
Back-bitin' and Judasing leave your crew missing
My alibi is DVR and a La-Z Boy
But I'm just tryn play for Solange
I pray for a launch, on Heron like a flame and silver spoon
I just pray that they give us room
The pen I'm clinching got you penny pinching,
saving your funds cus you know I'm tryn take it all
Summer is never mine, I'm happy to take the fall
I'll take the fall
What you take me for?
What they pay me for is whagt you hate me for
Tears drying on Amy floor but I stopped drinking, heavily
Seeing clear when sober is heavenly
Staring at pyramids like it's part of my heritage
I still talk like a heretic in The Winterlude
A king is born in a snowstorm, the winter's rude
Seasonal depression, feel like everything's intentional
When you plan God shows you what a wrench'll do
Old friends peek in your garden and steal your vegetables
and thats kin so just imagine what the rest'll do
Watch how every Macho Man try & wrestle you
Real RAW, I was hardly Hardy
No People's Eyebrow but you seen that look
I always had the Edge, but you talkin' bout this lead I (Lita)took
You stupid
But I'm passed it now, I passed your sound
I see pyramids in your genes, like I passed it down
the gardener, the pyramid, the humblebee
the one who was coolin' with Crips down at the Double Tree
Don't come for me, words'll never hurt, the sticks and stones just comfort me
I got your number
My garden flourish like Black kids in the summer
Tulips bloom on their own time in the gutter
I guess they just need the adversity
Gimme my flowers before you pull out the hearse for me
but if they lay on mahogany, that works for me
I don't work for free, nigga I work for me
A Lost One, I been hidingnparadise
I don't listen to peer advice, I Just Do It on both feet like a pair of Nikes
I'm back.
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2. |
Preasant ft. Tipp
03:06
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[Verse- Tipp]
boop boop
bop bop
then send em back home
1000 miles ta roam
i tend silence homes
silly to think both sides the same
like the protons in izoptopes
i been i on my own
callin isolations opposition
playing zone
check the fuckin score
niggas losing
but i mean...
i put a 50 on the board
bitch im gorgeous
whether the courts
asphalt
or clay
riddle me this
why we
kin to all windowless pane
said he remembered me
i sentenced him lifelong flames
big ass red wordsy
remedial nigga ain’t even peep that
it read danger
took advantage of the fact
he’d been conditioned to receive them images
and think exit
but oh no
you next nigga
mufuckas don’t know me bro
but i promise they see me
yo you ever orgasm off da optical
brighter the lights
bitch the higher i climb
regardless of who
i’m gonna get mine
regardless of what
ima get mine
so watch ya fuckin mouth
or else
i’m gettin yours too
The brighter the lights bitch
The higher i climb
Regardless of who
I'm gon get mine
[Verse- pj]
I keep a ___ on my hip
I keep a shoulder with chips
I keep it family with Tipp
I keep a family of Crips
I came from the block, movin hand to hand
I ran from the cops, we ran from the shots
But neighbors won't call an ambu-lance
Say my name
pop up like the Candyman
think shit sweet I'm at your door like a candygram
Gotta a lot of growth
And it's all yours
Nah I ain't tryn make you cry
'less you Boy George
I rose from the hurt
A rose from the dirt
No thorns on me
I came here to flirt
A blade in my skirt
Aint no drawin on me
Keep a tool, man
Keep it cool, where ya focus at
No face, no case
all you'll see the bucket hat
Home Improvement
That's a movement, hit the chirp like where the fuck you at?
They say they movin'
I'm sayin prove it
I seek improvements
They say what's brackin
I say I'm coolin
No sudden movements
I milly rock on any block, on any street
Fuck an enemy,
played ding dong ditch with success
so now i play my cards close to the chest
dig ditches, spread riches and fuck
the system
i'll assist em
Noname pussy wrote a thesis on colonialism
my gender wrote a dissertation on escaping the prison system
two arms, twenty two under the blouse
lift the shirt like what the fuss bout
hit the block as shorties,drinking auntie 40s
gettin cussed out
don't inhale the cig, just tosss the butts out
overcame obstacles that'll knock you the fuck out
Muhfuckas don't know me bro but i promise they see it
The brighter the lights bitch
The higher i climb
Regardless of who
I'm gon get mine
Watch ya fuckin mouth or else i'm takin yours too
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3. |
star of the east
03:06
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throw off my apron, grab my gardenin shears
I'm grounded
deeply rooted: been gardenin for years
been harvestin' tears, use em to make an etheric world
slick as finger waves, you barely twirl the jheri curls
I'm greasy, not grimy, use it to make my Soul Glo
uptown slim, lost one like i went solo
last dragon jones, you ca tell by how my soul glow
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sho'nuff
i aint ever met a suit that i could trust
i aint never point the heat and not bust
I aint never in a rush, i finally found patience
Planted myself, my nigga i found placement
..
Subhanallah, i been back man
Eatin fruit, chasin ghosts, I been Pac-Man
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How you live rich and give part to avoidin taxes
when niggas dead broke givin' heart till they soul collapses
You roam like flights to Rome, then get home to L.A. address
I roam the Southern grown, down home like fried catfish
this the hardest part of rapping
existing and not reacting
This the hardest part
of loving and living free
I got love in abundance, i can give you the recipe
all i ask in return is let me be
I aint been sober in over a year
Down on my luck, drownin' in tears
Saltwater pain drops fall in my beer
Hoping my optimism would follow me here
Heard from the birds in the trees singing the blues
That a king and a poet and love lived here
But at the heart of it
I'm only here for the art of it
The liquor started it
Harder to crack a smile than a bottle
Tougher to feel love than feel hollow
I got 5 dollars and some heart, I'mma show it
I dropped out college, told my mama I'm a poet
Now the world gon listen
To the stories of a South Ward nigga on a mission
Or I'm gon die
Alone
Might not make it
But I'm gon try
I got.. rose petals in my clinches
Bleeding through my mic to get my mama out the trenches
Nappy headed nigga with an affinity for money and titities
Came up in the Bricks from the gravel
Aint never fear shit but a bullet and a gavel\
And niggas got a problem with me
but I charge for my time, so aint problem for free
Young Oum Kulthuum, I'm the Star of The East
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4. |
Pride.
02:04
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i've been worse
but i've been still
i don't know what's left
You say you would die foreal
i won't hold my breath
i know you've got crutches still
i've got nothing left
You got something to hold onto
..
i need someone to hold onto
..
my needs is obvious
no need to stop, it's just
You got something to hold onto
i need someone to hold onto
my needs is obvious
no need to stop, it's just
You need something to hold onto
i need someone to hold onto x2
They say pride cometh before the fall
i analyze the descent then give you my all
i recognize the scent, smells of withdrawal
you put in to my growth, know what i mean?
no tears, or so it seems
i pattern myself after you and just sew the seams
i'm branded, brand new
high price, but one can dream
high pride, low self-esteem
i adore you
in the crevices of the space in which i abhor you
i adore you
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orion flowers New Jersey
multidisciplinary artist and chef.
previously published in (but not limited to) fourteenpoems, The Drinking Gourd,
Born Again New York, CLE Magazine & Sybil Journal; Their work focuses primarily on personal identity, societal values, theism and Black alternative futures.
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