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Abcent$
03:15
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Abcent$
Verse 1
The grim rapper, dressed in all black
The grim reaper in blue with the badge
Slim Jesus got his mic snatched
At the same time I walked on the moon with Mike Jack
I never land, the say I'm quite spacey
I flow like low gravity on gravy
You can't knock it, I blast off like rockets
My middle name is Davy, flourished like Crocketts
Hook
Be your self, 'cause everybody's taken
Take your spot, it's the only one that's vacant (x2)
Verse 2
Skirt, skirt, skirt like a private school girl
Trynna do good like My Name is Earl
I don't like sweats so I wear them outside
You gon' learn today I got nothing to hide
When subs slide, I let it subside
If I row, row, row the boat might capsize
Cap sizes, bottle top shots
Duck, duck, Grey Goose or a shiny grey glock
Hook
Be your self, 'cause everybody's taken
Take your spot, it's the only one that's vacant (x2)
Verse 3
Bro, hi
I hope you don't mind, I stole your lines like four, five times
What's a nickel to a dime when a niggas trynna rhyme?
That's the difference between being dead, and nine lives
Uncle Tom droppin' bombs, blowin' minds
Uncle Don Trump is a Jew, circumcised
I spoke to his daughter, she made compromises
She said that she's down with all condom sizes
Hook
Be your self, 'cause everybody's taken
Take your spot, it's the only one that's vacant (x2)
Outro
The absence of nothing, the excess of something
The countings of dumplings is obsolete
When everything is one thing, and one thing is all things
It takes tremendous willpower to be unique
Me, I speak on métaphysique and philosophique
In Greek translations
Spiritual mind for my body to be pagan
Like everything is, or isn't bacon
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2. |
Wylin'
02:17
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Wylin'
Verse 1
I keep the body bags hangin' by the trash cans
Thank God no snitch is a garbage man
I mean it's not a fact, but they know the deal
I break necks and make 'em blame it on banana peels
Is it real? The scar on your chest
Is it true? You accessorized bulletproof vest
Why yes
I'd rather be necklace-less than a vestless chump
That's left for dead
I never had a need for Cuban links
Walkin' through the streets with the chain untucked is extinction
My white tee's made of Egyptian cotton
Picked from the bottom of the coffin
Two Ten, Common and I got something in common
Ninety-nine problems, life is still awesome
I'm like a highway, you can't cross me
I will never be forgotten, got it?
I'm like a highway, you can't cross me
I will never be forgotten, nada
Verse 2
Never ever, ever disrespect (Never, nigga... nigga)
Look at my face, bitch you see that I'm blessed (Blessed blessed, blessed)
My niggas know, you see I'm totin' the tec
My nigga be the man who's writin' your check
My niggas on the boat we stackin' on deck (Yeah, wavy)
Why the fuck is bitches givin' me neck? (Sloppy the, sloppy the, sloppy the top)
I say "what the hell?" and they say the heck (Why you say "the heck?")
Niggas they see me, I'm tryin' to flex (flex, flex)
I'm in the gym like I'm swimmin'
I've got the chips and I'm dippin'
All of my niggas is winnin', whippin'
All of my niggas is flippin', we sayin' "hi" to your women
All of your ladies is grinnin'
Feisty, she fuckin' with me 'cause I'm shiesty
Even when I'm actin' politely, they like "I want it inside me"
Wylin', I'm wylin', I'm wylin', and crazy
Wylin', I'm wylin', I'm wylin', and crazy
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Wounded Way (feat. Fābō)
02:45
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Wounded Way
Verse 1 Wéye
T-t-t-t-t-t t-t-t-test
T-t-t-test test, t-t-t-test
More grudges means less small talk to deal with
It also means less fake niggas to keep it real with
I'll let you heal bitch, but I been coolin' out
Sometimes I twitch when I feel your name come out your mouth
Man, I don't like Wéye, sometimes I fight Wéye
Sometimes I look around and ask "which is the right Wéye?"
I miss the nice Weye, that sugar spice Wéye, that weekend heist Wéye
Peace Love Brown Rice Wéye, I'm gone
Now I'mma stay treated like a Doubleday
Fuck em up twice, grab the popcorn like a double date
That's HD bitch, high definition
That's a PhD, bitch, pretty huge distinction
Verse 2 Fābō
I'm takin' off baby I'm trying to see the stars tonight
Jäger mentality, move like I'm trying to start a bar fight
So high off life, I keep forgetting 'bout tomorrow
Beasty nigga, swear I feel like Fābō Drago
If time is borrowed, where exactly do I trade it in?
Afraid I'm wasting so much of life just looking for Mrs. Pinkett-Smith's clone
Me and my sis were staying home alone, since the first grade
What really makes you think that we would ever trade our independence?
She said she loved me, not sure what that meant
Your boy is 19, ain't trynna buy into no unnecessary commitment
But I was smitten, for one gyal
But that was back when I was just a boy-child
Now my boys wild for hours and hours
And throw some papers 'round some curated flowers
That bring they mojo back like they Austin Powers
And all you cul-de-sacs ain't fuckin' with ours, no really though
And as for my adlibs, I'm better when them shits in stereo
This shit could get ********??? milly rock
On this here block I might pop you, no really though
You ignorant fellow, I just turned to mellow, you bring out my Honey Nut Cheerios
I pull a few strings and I just might go extra-terrestrial I'm on my competitors
No matter the time or the place or the date, all you fuck boys can not get ahead of us
(I'll be damned if you boys get ahead of us)
Man, Fābō disgustin', Fābō is nothin'
When Fābō say that he 'bout it, he bluffin', this nigga fully dysfunctional
Then he bring up the bitches, I get uncomfortable, get used to it son
I'm throwin' cheques on my to-do 'til Nike throwin' me one
And another one, and another one...
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Indigo Elephant
03:24
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Indigo Elephant
Take all the leaves from my family tree
Rolling up all the abnormalities is sweet
Greeting my ancestry, swimming in Zambezi
Rowing, I'm rowing the boat, flow like the stream of the most
H2O, loading up all of my quotes in a barrel of chrome
Aiming straight at our dome
Lowkey feel it deep in your soul
Show me all the secrets you know
Hold me, you should never let go
I don't feel lonely when I am alone
Slowly, I've been playing my role
Holy is the wisdom of Solomon
Ask me where I came from, I'll tell you that I am David's son
Six-pointed star on my back, my grandma met Jesus
He told her relax in Mexico, they were in Mexico
He wasn't a real one so let it go
I'm tired of all of this rigmarole
I'll probably be chased by the Interpol
I tried to tell them that I'm indigo
Sometimes they hold me like a stripper pole
Oh, I fell down the hole with Alice
Wondering if I'mma land in the carriage of chalice in hands
Challenging with demand, feelin' so spic-n-span
Wack MCs kick the can, kiss my ass
These rappers can not grasp, I live in the present, the future
The past at last, I don't need no atlas
I know this world like the back of my hand, fam
Used to be jelly but now I jam
You donut understand, sending you messages, this ain't spam
I go ham you don't want beef, y'all niggas gas so I'm callin' you queef
I'm takin' shots and you smilin' like "Cheese"
Please, I wanna see all of your teeth
Good grief, I only sow what I reap
You saw my cards you would weep
Read 'em and weep, dusty ass niggas I sweep
Cheapshots is cheapshots at sheeps
Don't give a fuck about tweets on the streets
Don't know defeat when I'm ballin' in cleats
Ball on a sac and my bread is whole wheat
All of my homies is eatin'
Don't give a fuck about tweets in the streets
Don't know defeat when I'm ballin' in cleats
Ball on attack and my bread is whole wheat
All of my homies is eatin'
Don't give a fuck about tweets on the streets
Don't know defeat when I'm ballin' in cleats
Ball on a stack and my bread is whole wheat
All of my homies is eatin', yuh
Noguano
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Ancient Bandaids
03:32
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Ancient Bandaids
Say my name three times, lookin' at reflections
Your face multiplied by alternate directions, dimensions
Did I forget to mention? The tension
My body sustains from the soul extension
Retention of lessons, mind suspension
Divine intervention is my preference of weapon
Protection from detection, for detention
Relentless, my flow is endless, my soul is breathless
Authentic, so demented, it was called eccentric
A sentence, presented senseless full of subliminal messages I meant it
For the attentive and the pensive
Invented my own perception, with no deception
Comprehensive, intensive, I'm not free g, my time is expensive
My watch cost a Lexus, got it off Alexis
My solar plexus acts like a nexus, collecting connections
Makes me feel headless at breakfast
My instinct has the bestest reception
Ever since reception, no exception
The inception, beginning to the end is a loop, it bends
Three dollars, sixty cents
My sixth sense sends me the bestest of friends
Catch me on twitter, I don't follow trends or hashtags
Rather hash it out, turnin' hash into ash
And I'm out with the clout, no doubt
The underground turn seeds into trees
I water this beat by bleedin' it's easy
Nah g, what a gwan with the freestyle spree
To all them MCs, they be nothing like me
Them rap styles seven days like week
Got the one with the meat that the bitch didn't eat, la-la-la-la
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Damn Daniel
Verse 1: Wéye
Damn Daniel, back at it again
Kidnapped in a white van by me and my friends
Took off his shoes, untied his laces
Duct taped so bad that he thought he was faceless
Damn, tie up his hands
Let's sell his soles on eBay high demand
I feel like the man, call me Franz Ferdinand
I spent the check to see London and France
Prancin' in Paris, white skater sneakers like I'm not embarrassed to run on the track
I stepped on thumbtack so I took off my shoes and my sneakers got jacked
What goes around always comes back
Verse 2: Blakey Blake
Damn Daniel, in high school you was the man, Daniel
Fuck happened to you? Heard you kidnapped by some dude
And he went and grabbed your shoes
Lets go jack him up until he goes and hands you back your loot
Don't accept it if you lose
Know that capitalists stay jammin' shit into the hands of few
And your hands are out of many, and I know the system unwell like Matchbox 20
So you gon' pack it in your tool?
And blast it at your school, or you gon-
Swag is past the stratus like tapdancers on the moon
Depends how you handle truth
A man without identity's like tragic without Kennedy
So simply it tends to be the principle of everything that sets you from your enemies
Because your Vans are up, you're in a bend
Nah nigga, this ain't Disney
You gotta go get what you get, live to the limit B
I don't know what it look like, you hold the mirror, D
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Baby Back Ribs
01:50
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Crown on my head a noose 'round my neck
Wings on my back, fingers wrapped around a tec
Feet in the air, ain't no blood on the floor
There's a watch on my wrist always present for more
World on my shoulders, eyes like some boulders
Life like a soldier's mind that don't judge
I am not focused, more like precise
Exercise my right to provide what I write
When I right all my wrongs and I fly all my songs
To the mind of a ??? who resides in a box
Fine like the fiber optics, lockpicks
Need some chopsticks
I get tight when y'all expect me to smile
Haven't laughed in a while, 'cause I'm trapped in society
A human corrale
La la la, la la la, la la, la
I clap twice to pretend I turn the sun off
Bitches offering me help to get my nut off
My milkshake's made with almonds, no lactose
Motherfuckers fuckin' talkin', set the gun off
Pay me my, pay me my chips
(Pay me my pay me my chips)
I need my baby back ribs
(I need my baby back ribs, yeah)
Get on my, get on my dick
(Get on my dick, bitch please, yeah)
I got it lit like a Bic
(I got it lit, lit, lit, lit)
I know she down with the shits
(Is she down?)
Cookin' me, cookin' me grits
(Cookin me grits!)
Instagram story her tits (Instagram story her-)
I'm in the cut like a slit (I'm in the cut like a-)
?? bit of my tongue with the lip, grabbin' her hips
Shorty she know I'm equipped
(I hit it and quit it, yeah uh!)
Shorty she know I'm equipped
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Aubject
Whose dirty ass fingers in my cookie jar?
Just another Energizer with the battery charged
I might catch an assault 'n' a battery charge
'Cause my next move involves a getaway car
They say my hair all funky like Elvis
But my face buried in your female's pelvis
She tellin' me not to act so selfish
But I'm tellin' her that she tastes like shellfish
Catch me in a fur coat, until the day I die
With my bloodstained Bills hat cocked to the side
Wéye
You got it cocked to the side, I got my hat to the back
And if her booty is fat, you know I'm makin' it clap
With none of her hands, a couple of bands around a stack
I wouldn't throw it in the air 'cause I ain't got it like that, yet
Bills on the mattress like Monica knew?
And if I hit a lick, then my niggas breakin' bread too
Backtrackin' on the Atlantic, hoppin' continents
Rackin' up the compliments, saucy like some condiments
Common sense, better not pay me pennies for my thoughts
I got the deep, introspective bars hittin' the spot
24/7, ring around the rollie
Bring the chopper to the ops and then I leave 'em all holy, y'all know me
And if you don't then now you know
It's the Reel Deal Weye, Aubject, Noguano on the boards
Sharper than a double-edged sword
Sharper than Gillette I mean of course
Y'all don't want war, we don't drive a four door Ford
Pull up on you in a tank, like you got anymore shit to say?
Let it blast off, I don't spray
You thought it was a game, do I look like I play?
Checkmate, I am not the one, not today or ever
Get the fuck up off my dick, forever ever
Full Body Durag
Been with Weye since way back in the day
Full Body Durag got some info to relay
Achieving payback, recieving playback
Give me some feedback, you know I need that (You know I need that)
Mistaking myslef for another, never
I'm a clever brother, do what I must to discover foreign lands
Ain't treadin' on no boring sands
Though few in number I know I have adoring fans
Sortin' through important plans, I'll escort you through the forceful hands
Quarrelling with strangers, I'm dealing with dangers
And peeling my fingers, my skin's gone through the ringers
Numb from all the stingers but I'm making these humdingers
Come fuck with me, best of luck to ye
Oaky
Rhyming for cash just seemed illogical
But when I check the monocle, hip-hop's been opposite of obstacle
With focus on the dials of my FX range
This lazy eye compiles your correct change
I hear about shirts that fit a man's shoulders
Whereas I rock recycled hand-me-down
No brand to hold us
Well-used loafers and skipping combovers
I look duller than chauffers, the fella who rejected osmosis
Your image is looking like prisoners, figuratively speaking
Until big jumpsuits are worn by the fittest, claiming it's in season
Within reason, I wouldn't bend back for that
But perhaps, I'm just a little strapped for cash
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9. |
Zambezi
02:13
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Zambezi
Noguano, Wéye, Reel Deal, uh
Don't feel the same when I don't meditate
Feelin' so dope that I self medicate
From needle to record I'm pushing this weight
Callin' me shine 'cause I don't know the shade
Blade, my mental stay sharp as a razor (yuh)
My haters aware that I'm major (yuh)
I got the power like Rangers
I'm blazin' this paper, that ash on my blazer
Jacket
I got a style and you jackin'
I keep it grindin', you slackin', it's tragic
Mackin' your chick for some mac 'n' cheese
She can't cook, we at Applebee's
I got a fat tip for the waitress
Told all the women in my life they sacred
That's not a big statement
Sometimes I'm trapped in the matrix
Feet in the ground but my head is so weightless, I made this
All my creations made me
All of the people I met made me me
All of my waves are wavy, all of my mind is crazy-zy-zy
Greed, my ego ain't gettin' no feed
Weed, it kills all my problems indeed
Seeds, I'm plantin' my seeds
Try to be there for my people in need, and we might disagree
But what is a family?
What is a fantasy?
What is a fallacy?
Everybody askin', why are you asking me?
Randomly, living this travesty
Lovin' this tragedy
Losin' my sanity
My smile is a canopy, my mind is a balcony
I'm bond in analogies
God gave me anatomy
Humanity, mortality, on so many planets B
And I didn't plan to see
The universality
That you and I happened to be, believe
Believe, yeah
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10. |
Burgundy Mojito
03:21
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Burgundy Mojito
Remember when I didn't speak for a week?
All them hatin' niggas still wanna beef
All my fans stayed lookin' for the heat
Girl still tried to beat my meat
Too many niggas with two faces
I'm tied up with real shit just like my shoelaces
Bitches too basic, too complacent
Can't get a dick now they sittin' on faces
Feelin' like I made it when I'm ready to class
Too much swag bitch I need a hall pass
I mean a wall pass when I'm wall to wall
You ain't got ass we ain't fuckin' at all
Fuck a Capcom and I use the Force
And I'm gettin' these fours***? thank the Lord of course
Are y'all entertained or do you want more?
I make love, I'm not about war
Boarding school made me a man
More than I ever learned living with dad, it's sad
But anyway, back to the track
Killing these beats like Back to Black
Like guano, I'm batshit crazy
Sick like Magic Johnson's baby
Flow like Hades, my boys all beast like the 80's
Vivid description like HD, maybe
Lately, I've been dating not Stacy
????*** on the court see, shortly
MCs best be prepared
Reel Deal here so y'all best be aware
Vigilant, militant vigilantes
That is the modus operandi
Status quo is to break the mould
Full house of wild cards, we won't fold
Vision like sapphire bars of gold, I know
It's the Weye, the Reel Deal Dean and Noguano
No, ah!
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Moral Vortex
Wéye
I send texts in the rain, I'm so reckless
I use my books in the rain as umbrellas
I'm too dumb for you to ever be jealous
I'm smart enough for me to never be a felon
I learned my lesson as a blessing from my neighbors
I look before I leap, it's gaps in the wagers
Sometimes my mind reminds me body of the labor
That my ancestors prayers unfolded these layers
I need perspective when I spiral in a cortex***??
I store my consciousness inside a spinal cortex
The president and all his friends abort abortion
But support extortion, want to use distortion
Lookin' for my portion, choppin' up a slice
Matter fact I'll take two, pay my dues they do suffice
I'm who your favorite rapper's rapper loves to bite
Mean muggin' in the street but in the sheets
I stay nice, yuh
Bernard Willis
Niggas ain't practice what they preachin'
So me I'm never preachin' when I'm speakin'
Fuck fame I'm just trynna live decent
And find a bad little freak for the weekend
My ego is in beast mode
I leave a red rose at the gravesite of my deceased foes
Ten toes around these hoes
They don't wanna see me win, they'd rather see me hit the C notes
What's a vegan to a omnivore?
I indulge in the beef if you trynna war
If I'm a piece of shit, what would I be honest for?
You throwin' shade but I'll send you to the Commodores
Yeah
My life is lifeless, controlled by my vices
My advice is derisive, my loyalty is priceless
I listen to me, don't listen to you
I listen to the new school but we missin' the truth
For real
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12. |
Farewell Forest
02:11
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Farewell Forest
Tick-tick, tick
Boom!
Damn nigga where you hangin'?
Vernon East, nigga that's my project
Ain't got a gat but a nigga been bombin'
Aint your set then the ground ain't solid
Rhyme nigga keep it polished
Got a few faces in my wallet
???? affiliations, fuck your questions I don't have knowledge
Bitches talkin' 'bout the birds and bees
All my honeys come from overseas (Okay)
I'm about my feta, need the cheese (Facts)
Listen freak, you better sign the lease
Got my brother sneakers with the stripes (Adidas)
Got my cousin dirty with Sprite (Yuh)
Put my momma on a fuckin' flight
Told my bitch she ain't my fuckin' wife (Woo!)
Why these niggas klepto on the mic?
Catch a rapper, they be dead on sight
If he wanna battle, where the rhymes?
Suicide is ropes for all your lines
My nigga move that dope
Told him my flow is my woes (Woes, woes)
My figures grew at shows, ***??
Yuh
Shorty gave me brain like Ivy Leagues
Lately I've been slackin' on the beat
Rappers all be tragic on the beat
Niggas swear they got the fuckin' heat
Nah nigga you are my bro, but nah nigga
I'm like "No, nah nigga go"
Nah nigga you are my bro but I'm like
"Nah bro, nigga just go"
I turn an L to a dub (Dub, dub dub)
I put a dub in my L
These niggas ready for war (War)
Nigga I'm goin' through hell
I'm hopin' I'm ringin' the bell
I'm hopin' you open your heart
They see me but can't really tell
'Cause homie, I'm dressed for the part
You know that I feel like a man
Sometimes I feel like a God
The Devil he sits on my shoulder
The angel is never too far
You know that they both gave me bars
You know that I'm livin' with scars
You know that I'm givin' this art
You know that I'm livin' without
You know that I'm livin' within
You know that I'm livin' with sin
I don't know where I should begin
So I'mma be livin' again
I'mma be livin' again
I'mma be livin' again
I'mma be livin' again, I'mma be livin' again-gain
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