An introduction to another style present on the album, the more tribal and ambient/drone influenced sound, with some accompaniment from Fābō on the rhymes
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...
credits
from Vague Vanguard,
released April 20, 2020
Rhymes: Wéye & Fābō
Production, mixing, and mastering: Noguano
Zambian rapper and producer Abstract Sekai fuses golden era hip-hop with ambient sound design and a heady cosmic philosophy. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 17, 2023
