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Intro
00:55
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Love for opposite
Love for fame and wealth
Love for opposite
Love for fame and wealth
Love for opposite
Love for fame and wealth
Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself
I think I'm done with this rap shit
Fucking it prophylactics
Lactic acid in my tongue from spitting lashings
Not the Jacksons go fuck Andrew Jackson
My passion is lacking yeah but still I'm matching
Rhyme for rhyme I'm going syllable for syllable
Conditional to being an individual in digital ages
My life breaks down to phrases
I keep going and going though my body hates it
What happened to my mind state she erased it
What happened to that boy going pro from his basement
Tell me Sam what the fuck was that shit laced with
Question if I'll know or if I even give a shit
I question if there ever really was such thing as innocence
Maybe that's catastrophe maybe that's how it has to be
Maybe I'll go happily maybe I'll go in agony
Hopefully keep my sanity definitely keep my vanity
Love for opposite
Love for fame and wealth
Love for opposite
Love for fame and wealth
Love for opposite
Love for fame and wealth
Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself
Loving yourself
Loving yourself
Loving yourself
Loving yourself
Loving yourself
Loving yourself
I'm back at it I'm taking back the static
I'm cooking up the lines like I was a crack addict
I said I'd had it I'm just being dramatic
If Jay-Z is flipping blueprints
Then I'm bringing back schematics
Carefully, ordinarily living this life is scaring me
Preparing me for whats coming next
A new world order, G
Pass me that recorder, T throwing down like a quarter B
I don't give a fuck about the world
So what's it owing to me
Never that clever to sever endeavors forever still better than ever
I'm ill on a hill demonstrating all that I built
I'm skipping the apostrophes filling full all the prophecies
Apologies to those who just ain't feeling my philosophies
I am an anomaly honestly I am possibly
The best thing left from the wreck at Donald's Pharmacy
Yo I'm the best thing left from the wreck at Donald's Pharmacy
Love for opposite
Love for fame and wealth
Love for opposite
Love for fame and wealth
Love for opposite
Love for fame and wealth
Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself
Loving yourself
Loving yourself
Loving yourself
Loving yourself
Loving yourself
Loving yourself
Loving yourself
Loving yourself
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3. |
STOP LOOKN
03:27
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Stop looking crack rock is cooking
Walking off the top while you're not looking
You seem shook and you seem ruined
Looking in congruent when you used to be so fluent
Rhymes mad sick jacking up my throat
Coughing up my lyrics and hacking up what I wrote
I wont choke I never heard the word don't
If you're looking for the chronic you're in luck Cause I'm dope
I'm gonna have to put my stamp up on it
Representing for the green not the cash the chronic
Super sonic hydroponic
Bubonic onyx I'm on it I'm honored
My mother and my father's alma mater
I mother fucking hate it why I'm always sedated
Always down to get faded never cool or calculated
What guess I'm a joke
Because I never stopped smoking and never stopped being broke
Faster Apollo Ono beat is playing in slow mo
Solo cause I'm so low I'm ditching the family photo
Pops did stop this white kids, frost tips
Filthy Filipino dropping knowledge better watch this
I'm gonna come up drop dead when sun up
Thinking that nobody else is getting a life equipped with one ups
Iron rap giant sequoia Nigo Montoya destroy you
I'm stress and paranoia like they bout to redeploy you
Serenity enemy venom spitting weaponry
Splitting up my identities busting up John F Kennedy
I need medicare cold like Frigidaire
Love affair she was fine and life ain't fair
A square like I'm Tienanmen gentleman with melanin
Shooting up pure adrenaline leaving you in the sediment
Devices mnemonic harmonic Ebonics I'm getting it
Super sonic chronic and vodka tonics I'm drinking it
Washington resident Wilson for fucking president
In the clouds like I'm heaven sent hitting this like it's medicine
Tesla would think I'm menacing pumping AC like Edison
Storms my people be weathering hit eject and I jettison
I left the planet god dammit I fucking had it
I'm a leave the mic hanging tell me you gone snag it
I'm the oracle wisdom to your auricles
Cerebrals melting to caramel
Dropping beats with my follow through
And I'm a follow you
I'm balling like I won the fucking lotto too so fuck you
I'm going undefeated name was Trindon Holiday
A lyrical monopoly equal to my isosceles
No guarantee no mother fucking stopping me
Until then I'll be spitting ABCs like it was Cantonese
Following spitting up rhymes not swallowing
A beat creating monster making tracks but never borrowing
Rapping with mad vernacular filling up Facebook Captchas
World is my diameter I'm Jordan and I'm slamming you
I'm practical son fuck the taxable funds
Because I'm building street cred like it's capital one
I ain't shit mother fronting evident
Looking to represent I ain't got faith in the president
I fax the facts caps til I collapse
Throwing attacks at the wax
Throw it back this shit is whack
Ness nest life's a test no stress
Ace the game cause I'm the best
Repping for the wild west coast
I'm space ghost diagnosed rhymes to boast
So haters better get lost
Repping for the Asiatics systematic engimatic
Spitting verbals automatic so my style's post traumatic
PTSD district number fifty beat threw a hook
I bobbed and weaved and it missed me
Lyrics in all capitals smashing through National Capitols
Leaving these pages flammable Washington state it's taxable
Resistance no ambivalence messages getting militant
Instruments up in increments magnificent coincidence
Breaking free from imprisonments
Tearing through busted ligaments
Spitting up all my sentiments
Using up all the elements
Spitting up all my sentiments
Using up all the elements
Spitting up all my sentiments
Using up all the elements
Spitting up all my sentiments
Using up all the elements
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4. |
Left Hook Ishmael
02:53
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I got rhymes in my blood like plasma
Now I'm fucking flowing underground like magma
Soon I'm blowing up like Vesuvius in Italy
Rap style invincible but instrumentals killing me
I got rap in my blood like plasma
Now I'm fucking flowing underground like magma
Soon I'm blowing up like Vesuvius in Italy
Rap style invincible but instrumentals killing me
Yeah hotter than the sun I'm cooler than ice
My flow is water on the run
And I'm smooth and I'm nice
I'm like the father you're the son I'm doing this right
Slaughter everyone because my music is tight
Rhymes that I write are deep like digging wells
And I brought the bars to build a cell
And I'm still the sickest kid who's skill is ill as hell
I fucked the game like a villain when I'm killing ya
Hip hop's dead I guess I'm meant for necrophilia
Hannibal cannibal eating animals
Verses from my mandible I hope that's understandable
The shit I spit is flammable and so you got to step back
Need all the people to know I wrote a lot of sick rap
So you gotta kick back relax while I write the music
Found what I desire I would like to get the chance to do it
All my rhymes are flying out my mouth
I hold a light up to it now I'm spitting fire
Just like my saliva's lighter fluid
I got rhymes in my blood like plasma
Now I'm fucking flowing underground like magma
Soon I'm blowing up like Vesuvius in Italy
Rap style invincible but instrumentals killing me
I got rap in my blood like plasma
Now I'm fucking flowing underground like magma
Soon I'm blowing up like Vesuvius in Italy
Rap style invincible but instrumentals killing me
Filling it up with penicillin pain killing
Fundamental christians blaming Obama like a frail king
Future is grim knocked down but I'm a win
Twelfth round life be throwing punches take em on the chin no
Don't even try to rhyme I'm violent by design
The way that I be flowing got to take that as a sign
I was born in eighty nine became a man in oh four
I'm representing ninety four rhymes slinging out the corridor
I'm finished dissing man on a mission
I'm the opposition to the two party system
Listen you and I are living just to die
You know I've got my doubts once I'm reaching twenty nine
It's demand that I'm supplying
I'm not the silver lining I'm a silver lion Standing bout five ten oh
It's a disaster last up it's the master
I don't mean to boast peace ghost like I'm Casper
I got rhymes in my blood like plasma
Now I'm fucking flowing underground like magma
Soon I'm blowing up like Vesuvius in Italy
Rap style invincible but instrumentals killing me
I got rap in my blood like plasma
Now I'm fucking flowing underground like magma
Soon I'm blowing up like Vesuvius in Italy
Rap style invincible but instrumentals killing me
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5. |
Step's Interlude
01:36
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6. |
Passenger Side
03:05
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Yo what's next for your life what's left of your life
Freeway to fuck street the passenger side
You along for the ride only ends when you die
I wont see you next time see you on the next side
Yo what's next for your life what's left of your life
Freeway to fuck street the passenger side
You along for the ride only ends when you die
I wont see you next time see you on the next side
What if today would be my last day
I sure as fuck wouldn't let it fly pass away
Wouldn't be doing it halfway I would be doing it dad's way
Outside all day blue skies or ash gray
I'd be spitting rhymes this is just a part of me
Tearing this shit up out of me pardon me if I'm shouting see
Only one that doubted me spitting up all the clout in me
Killing without a causality moment's my reality
Thinking about my family drinking my mama's Camo tea
Sister on the piano keys kicking through school banana Bs
This all there is to me never gone be the miss and me
Times they might be missing me but the rain is just me pissing on ye
Why do they fear death only cause I embraced it
I touched the sun once but it wasn't me who faced it
Representing in pain game stained with my blood stained
No named half insane brain breathing pure flame
Yo what's next for your life what's left of your life
Freeway to fuck street the passenger side
You along for the ride only ends when you die
I wont see you next time see you on the next side
Yo what's next for your life what's left of your life
Freeway to fuck street the passenger side
You along for the ride only ends when you die
I wont see you next time see you on the next side
Probably question what this life was all about
Part of it of course was speaking with my fists and banging out
But I'm getting older now and I'm getting colder now
World was never really on my shoulders anyhow
I'm kind of stressed Seattle's got the acid rain
Choosing ash to getting buried in a fucking casket frame
Chemicals up in my brain grass blades
Taking me to see all of the secrets and the pathways
Psychedelic math way Funkadelic past
Poetic of the last Scheibe is on its last
I ain't ever gone blast lead I would try and outlast death
Until my last breath knowing don't ask what comes next
Wretched elections deflecting weapons make em missing me
Efficiently spitting synchronously with the S and P
Trying to get the best of me a recipe for deceased
I play for keeps so motherfucker rest in peace
Yo what's next for your life what's left of your life
Freeway to fuck street the passenger side
You along for the ride only ends when you die
I wont see you next time see you on the next side
Yo what's next for your life what's left of your life
Freeway to fuck street the passenger side
You along for the ride only ends when you die
I wont see you next time see you on the next side
Yo what's next for your life what's left of your life
Freeway to fuck street the passenger side
You along for the ride only ends when you die
I wont see you next time see you on the next side
Yo what's next for your life what's left of your life
Freeway to fuck street the passenger side
You along for the ride only ends when you die
I wont see you next time see you on the next side
Yo what's next for your life what's left of your life
Freeway to fuck street the passenger side
You along for the ride only ends when you die
I wont see you next time see you on the next side
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7. |
Stimulants
02:47
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I got your back, I got your back
I got your back, I got your back
You got my back Let's keep it real like that
I broke the habit of doing illegal stimulants
But wait a minute does legality differentiate my prescriptions
I miss my mind state but I lost it in oh eight
But I lost myself and turned a corner into somebody I hate
I lost in oh four like oh lord I want to die
But I packed up, came back and won in oh five so
Go back and go get it you lost but you still forget it
I'm picking up where I left it remembering where I'm headed
Headed, I'm headed to heaven or hell
Depending on things that I dwell
Seeing me sink, seeing me think
Seeing me overthink, seeing me kill
We both gone end up dead soon
Look for me in the bedroom
She said go back and get it and this is the fucking way she meant it
Robbed my mind and body I'm taking it back to probably
Only one know about me the only one that could stop me
The one that was straight forgotten
I left myself at the bottom, I didn't think I would need him
And didn't give me a fuck about him
Lost feeling, feeling someone was real
She ain't evil but she definitely isn't the real deal
I'm the hashtag best, I'm hashtag blessed
I don't give a damn you could hashtag this
Now what age of energy, Sample could I sever thee
I could make a symphony from just a single measure please
Episodic memory so remember me
Do you remember December of twenty fourteen
That's my mental state Neuro degenerate
But still I got to venerate rhyme science particulates
What
Axiomatic, ex romantic, until I vanish
Making rhymes flow easy like it's Spanish
I pointed out my vantage and managed to leave the planet
A mental mechanic challenge to languidly disadvantaged
Seattle never slept on me kind of like insomniacs
Legalized the chronic now we need to see
Like D two made America fly again getting high again
Leviathan swimming in puddles sweating from the niacin
Lyrically I'm a mystery you could clearly see
Heather was getting severed from ninety three til infinity
I'm embodying Somadhi, Korean karate
Cigarettes, crushed poppies, you'll never stop me
Been thinking that nothing is really as ever as hard as it really may seem
I finally rivaled anxiety now that I'm coming up for all my dreams
Living it well, living in hell
Living inside of a screen of a cell and I'm telling them welcome to heaven or hell
In the age of Intel you're about to be killed
Nobody ever come back to life y'all need to practice right
I could rock with half a mic to crowds I don't even have to like
I'm swinging heavy handed betting I'm steady slamming
I'm slaying the dragon, I'm bringing them luck instead of Peyton Manning
Yo I ain't no amateur clutching on empty canisters
Hulk smash Bruce Banner and toss him right off the banister
Investigator premeditated
My style's out dated still I wouldn't underestimate it
Blast from the past had the track to resuscitate it
Educate it, I quit the game and leave it devastated
I got your back, I got your back
I got your back, You got my back
Let's keep it real like that
I got your back, I got your back
I got your back, You got my back
Let's keep it real like that
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8. |
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I broke the habit of doing illegal stimulants
But wait a minute does legality differentiate my prescriptions
I miss my mind state but I lost it in oh eight
But I lost myself and turned a corner into somebody I hate
I lost in oh four like oh lord I want to die
But I packed up, came back and won in oh five so
Go back and go get it you lost but you still forget it
I'm picking up where I left it remembering where I'm headed
Headed, I'm headed to heaven or hell
Depending on things that I dwell
Seeing me sink, seeing me think
Seeing me overthink, seeing me kill
We both gone end up dead soon
Look for me in the bedroom
She said go back and get it and this is the fucking way she meant it
Robbed my mind and body I'm taking it back to probably
Only one know about me the only one that could stop me
The one that was straight forgotten
I left myself at the bottom, I didn't think I would need him
And didn't give me a fuck about him
Lost feeling, feeling someone was real
She ain't evil but she definitely isn't the real deal
I'm the hashtag best, I'm hashtag blessed
I don't give a damn you could hashtag this
Now what age of energy, Sample could I sever thee
I could make a symphony from just a single measure please
Episodic memory so remember me
Do you remember December of twenty fourteen
That's my mental state Neuro degenerate
But still I got to venerate rhyme science particulates
What
Axiomatic, ex romantic, until I vanish
Making rhymes flow easy like it's Spanish
I pointed out my vantage and managed to leave the planet
A mental mechanic challenge to languidly disadvantaged
Seattle never slept on me kind of like insomniacs
Legalized the chronic now we need to see
Like D two made America fly again getting high again
Leviathan swimming in puddles sweating from the niacin
Lyrically I'm a mystery you could clearly see
Heather was getting severed from ninety three til infinity
I'm embodying Somadhi, Korean karate
Cigarettes, crushed poppies, you'll never stop me
Been thinking that nothing is really as ever as hard as it really may seem
I finally rivaled anxiety now that I'm coming up for all my dreams
Living it well, living in hell
Living inside of a screen of a cell and I'm telling them welcome to heaven or hell
In the age of Intel you're about to be killed
Nobody ever come back to life y'all need to practice right
I could rock with half a mic to crowds I don't even have to like
I'm swinging heavy handed betting I'm steady slamming
I'm slaying the dragon, I'm bringing them luck instead of Peyton Manning
Yo I ain't no amateur clutching on empty canisters
Hulk smash Bruce Banner and toss him right off the banister
Investigator premeditated
My style's out dated still I wouldn't underestimate it
Blast from the past had the track to resuscitate it
Educate it, I quit the game and leave it devastated
I got your back, I got your back
I got your back, You got my back
Let's keep it real like that
I got your back, I got your back
I got your back, You got my back
Let's keep it real like that
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Gifted Youngstaz Seattle, Washington
Seattle boombaptist/ emcee/ producer/ ninja
Booking Inquiries:
giftedyoungstaz@gmail.com
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