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LP Black Vinyl Album
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
Limited Edition of 300 copies (one copy per customer)
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Global Scope
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lyrics
[Verse 1]
Shook the cobwebs, here’s a joint to think on
Kinks gone, thoughts caught when the ink’s drawn
Couldn’t sink long, shrink spawn of the madness
When my brain rains, you soak it up like a cactus
Cause these rappers dry, like summers, in Damascus
Trying to enslave, while we, empower masses
Devour trash hits, I’m fresh as flower baskets
Happy as a drunk monk chillin’ brewin’ Trappist ale
But black males, .. still pack a jail
Lots of combat, contracts for weapon sales
So I make an album, that, is an amalgam
Of braggadocio and later thoughts from Malcolm
X, not a stretch, few words’ll get ya pal strung
In a flash, blast dudes spewing cash cow dung
Listening to weak shit, I’ma ask how come
If I see ya favorite rapper, he gon’ have ta bow son
[Hook]
My truth, work to let it be told
My view, squinting through a peephole
Try to, share it with the people
Hit em’ with a sunshine ray
My truth, work to let it be told
My view, squinting through a peephole
Try to, share it with the people
Maybe we can breathe one day
[Verse 2]
Hit ya specs with some picturesque pixels
More words going forward, and less pistols
If we see ya dollars in hand, yes fistfuls
Then we form a plan and attack like stressed pitbulls
All on Uncle Sam, so really it was the owner’s fault
Bred us to be indebted, so fuck how much that home’ll cost
Didn’t get the message? It’s the one time your phone is off
.. If you must know, I believe in us though
Just don’t, be broke spittin’, Raymond Tusk flow
Gusto, I’ve got that, in abundance
Verbally, here’s a hard noogie for you munchkins
Boogie when I function, please, this is ease
Got so many gifts, twelve months I hang a wreath
Think I heard a click right now to change the feed
Way above your station, serving some chest cave-ins
When you’ve had enough, follow protocol and say when
[Hook]
My truth, work to let it be told
My view, squinting through a peephole
Try to, share it with the people
Hit em’ with a sunshine ray
My truth, work to let it be told
My view, squinting through a peephole
Try to, share it with the people
Maybe we can breathe one day
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