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I started this on Dilla Day vibing to a Dilla beat
Thankful for the inspiration, the kind that makes me feel complete
Yup, I still do it and I'm still unique
Give a fuck if you suckas aren't feelin me
I kill MCs at will and freeze the XLR cables
These rappers on the track telling extra large fables
Its time you yung'ns start respecting y'all's neighbors
Used to wanna diss, but i guess you caught vapors
'Cause they're hella nice now
If we're talkin 'bout the raps, young fella, lights out
If we're talkin 'bout the cuts, DJ Lord fucks it up, so what what....
Sometimes these years fly by with the speed of a light beam
I take it sky high, seeking a pipe dream
They're saying 'Why try?'
These people are frightening
I'm taking my time and I keep it enlightening
So many sights to see, so many wines to drink
And then its time to leave, not enough time to think
I sink into the pages, let the phrases flow
I'm gonna say it quick but take it slow
The pro vocalist, not one to boast or diss
But no candle exists that you could hold to this
No opiates son, we're smokin spliffs
Some things I can't even miss
A few, I won't resist
No sweat bitch, add it to the checklist
So reckless, Savennières for Breakfast
Then, its Champagne for lunch
That red wine, it can stain your fronts
My man came with blunts, session complete
Peace to Michal Menert, blessin the beat
I'm reppin the A, I'm reppin PE
And I'm ready to slay if you're steppin to me
My DJ is a black belt, 7th degree
Spit fire, watch that ass melt, bless it then Peace
And we're headed to the next town
Most of these rapper's live shows is a let down
But we're coming for your throat, place your bets now
From Atlanta to Tokyo with that fresh sound
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Never Looked Back
02:59
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Life is a test, I can press or relax
That's why I left and I never looked back
They're all depressed, in a cell or a trap
That's why I left and I never looked back
Only the best get ahead of the pack
That's why I left and I never looked back
I know I'm fresh with incredible raps
That's why I left and I never looked back
I'm rollin' in my grandmother's cadillac
Don't worry old man. I've got plans for your habitat
I'm burnin' blunts in your back yard
We act hard, but ain't about shit
Little kids in some fast cars
Got rap bars
Never fucked with the Xanax
Can't relax, I don't trust how your man acts
I've been in trap houses with uzis pointed at the dome
Straight out of a movie
Please remove me from the catacombs
And the wish was granted, but listen damnit
That doesn't mean I didn't overcome a disadvantage
From the gifted program into alternative school
Sittin' next to dude who's runnin' jewels and murderin' fools
And now there's workin' to do if you wanna raise the bar up
Your not makin' friends when you're actin star struck
Don't know where to turn. All my friends are on that hard stuff
Livin on adrenaline pretending that they aren't stuck
But they're lying to themselves
Its a vicious cycle yo, they buy it 'cause it sells
Small town mentality divided into cells
Calm down, don't shout at me
I'm trying not to yell, but
I can't help but rebel against this dump he chose to raise me in
Feeling like Del, I'm just a funky homosapien
School is like a cell, they try to punk me but it makes me grin
You'll never break me bitch, punch me in the face again
No disrespect to the city that spawned me
But half the town is tightly in the grips of the army
And its really alarming: all the violence and ignorance
Shouts to all the ones that try to put an end to it
Fuck your censorship and schools of false history
But I'll be foolish if I do let y'all get to me
Instead I'll quickly flee to a center of culture
You keep feeding on those carcasses and kick it with vultures
I'm out
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That's lights, camera, main attraction
These motherfuckin rappers take evasive action
My brain's detached grim, plus I came with masked men
So class you only see my name in past tense
Yo, we're drinking old fashions stinking bowl passin
Chill homie, whatever you're thinkin, don't ask him
He wouldn't listen so I slapped him into Saturday
Lip synchin pseudo rappers paying cash to play
I have to say that we rap in an attractive way
Son Daddy, Mack, Obeah back in the A
We snappin away, the wordplay's attacking your brain
Pass through the veins
This dope got you scrathin your face
You can't get a taste
You punks are lacking obedience
You don't have to agree with this, but we have what you need to get
Like fine wine, my rhyme's like a glass of some demon piss
Hot flame, octane
We're the last of a breed of pits
They're actors, comedians
It's not supposed to be a joke
I'm not believing all these garbage flows that people quote
You're hangin on my words, don't even need a rope
Shit's bananas, your sandwich could never be as dope
I need a dose of beats before I go to sleep at night
That's right, we're mutant ninjas holding the mic like a pizza slice
Hands golden and spiked like a freezer fight
I seem to write the shit that people like, plus my speech is tight
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ain't no comparison, competition embarrass 'em
I just sit there and stare at them
Then I flip, throw a chair at 'em
While I'm sippin a Terrapin 'cause my click is the garrison
And your kid's gettin scared of him
Your girl trip down the stairs again
Sit down Americans, prepare for the terrorists
Go share with your therapists and your arrogant parents bitch
We're derelicts and heretics shittin on your heritage
And even confederate veterans knew it was perilous
Experiments
Watch me tear to bits what you prepare in scripts
So, when you hear me spit your tears will drip and then you'll barely blip
On some scary shit, so if there's beef, then bury it
Think you could fuck with the squad?
Ha! That's hilarious
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My job essentially is thinking up goofy shit (fart noises)
So, I think up the goofy shit and come on the weekends and report it to you
You don't wanna be around when the iron bends
Fuck around and wind up a lamb in the lion's den
We throw the rosemary sprigs straight on the coals
Got the mint jelly on the plate with the rolls
In this bitch with a leopard print bindlestiff
Ball out with my balls out till I'm penniless
Pants in the dryer, chicken in the crock pot
Time bomb strategically placed in the lock box
Boredom be a fat chance, posted in my rap stance
Throw an 1/8 on the plate, mexican hat dance
I nerd out with my bird out, throw your herbs out
The feral ginger lurkin outside the bird house
Y'all motherfuckers throw your forks up
You know there ain't no shortcuts when I slow and low that pork butt
I'm always on time, yes I rock thorough
Me and Gerard Germaine down at Rimerock Borough
We ain't no hot boys that love to talk noise
Got the stir fry for your 3rd eye with the bok choy
Bust out my secret automatic private dictionary
Shit is scary when I'm mixin berries with the pitted cherries
Reefy leafy dutch, ornery enough to make a preacher cuss
Keep my tosie wosies cozy in the sneaker guts
Too silly with them loose Phillies
Sorry you doggy dined on my dong bag
E Wayne and Bruce Villy
That's disgusting, that's terrible
You kiss your mother with that mouth?
You eat with that mouth?
Garbage mouth!!
Garbage mouth, toilet tongue, sewer mouth...
Backwoods and Beaujolais
I rap good, so they say
Crafting masterpieces while you're churning out throwaways
Earning clout multiple ways, fuck what you say
I'll climb that mountain in a couple of days
Drunk up in the function and I'm hittin the blunts
You might learn something if you'd listen for once
Try to tell the tale of ridiculous stunts, but yo
That story's stale and that kid is a dunce
Our words'll make 'em nervous while we're dining full service
They're verses serve no purpose, so its time to pull curtains
B Rude lurkin, lookin like the Leprechaun King
All bets are gone, snackin on the Szechuan wings
What else she gon bring? Biscuits fillin the bag
With a pen and a pad down on Venable Ave.
Not a cynical lad, actually quite the optimist
Twice as confident, gold lining my esophagus
Tonight we're rockin it
Empty Glass, on and poppin bitch
No stoppin this, coaching this game longer than Popovic
Off a 1/5 and we're clownin like Homie
Listened to your song and I found it quite phony
That's why we don't play that
Don't frown like you know me
I'll be in the way back while I down my Negroni
Call it 5 star, but it's brown Rice-a-Roni
You sound like a Brony
Downright Baloney
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Fam... You got a problem? Damn...
I'm a grown ass man, you're a sonogram
Concerned with the image of your embryonic steeze
Actin like a critic and then send apologies
We're blending all the trees at the end of the trip
Light up the potpourri, hold it in and then slip
Into an extra conscious state
Think of all the thoughts that I never contemplate
The metabolic fate of these substances is sacred
Criticize my taste, but your stuck up in the matrix
Practices are ancient, but you spread hatred
Our images are genuine, but all you do is fake it
Straight masking it, actresses glorifying evil practices
I'm a peaceful man, but I'm smackin kids
Gotta keep 'em in line, then its back to biz
Y'all know the name, you're tuned in to the sounds of the acid brain
Enter the winter of my solitude and center
Fangs over paragraphs painted under scripture
Picture me being free by the spitting image of seeds
Everything around me, Kings
A piece laid in different palms, you're just a pawn
I'm the illegitimate child of a beast in black dawn
I'm an actual artifact of attack with a spiked bat and a capsule of blood taped to my Adam's Apple
I'm the catalyst casually carving pieces of people caught in my castle with the accuracy of a lasso
I'm the asshole, point blank cocked back
Blast any passenger dumb enough to be caught in battle
We follow shadows, ghost to the face
I keep my poetry poison, but shit...
Those are the breaks
You keep the tone low to atone for the coded face
Fuck it
Feed you to the lions so they know how fake you taste
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Livin in this pestilence
Prison of the present tense
Criminally negligent
I fear for what it represents
They're ignoring the evidence and we explore it with eloquence
Estranged by the sane, left to the elements
But when I speak of it they question the relevance
It's a touchy subject, it gets hella tense
But on that stance, I won't break and I've never bent
My chest is dense, wearing a heavy heart
They're keeping us in the dark
Don't let me start
They steady shark, existence is carnivorous
We're just living as victims of y'all's ignorance
All idiots and I don't claim to be above
I just wanna eat some grub and show my people love
On the humble, having trouble keeping up
Livin in a bubble, powerful, but weak as fuck
The pestilence, the hard headed never learn
Its my testament till those burn
Play my position in the pestilence
Dying in this pestilence
Trying different medicines
Force fed to the youth, stifling intelligence
Finding all the evidence, frightened by the precedence set
While the titans get excitement from our detriment
They feign benevolence, but never was the good guy
Could save the world, but instead of that, they stood by
And watched the hood try to very little avail
You try to move forward, but they're just pulling your tail
Or put him in jail for reasons they wouldn't detail
Or murder a motherfucker so they wouldn't prevail
And they're good with the veil
Known for the cover up
They huddle up to keep your brother stuck
What the fuck
Life sucks in the pestilent place, but now we're used to how the medicine tastes
We're running in circles and they're setting the pace
If I see one of them devils, spitting dead in his face
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Mistakes
02:21
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I'd rather innovate than instigate hate
Fish on my dinner plate, that bitch will taste great
I might finish late, I rarely make haste
Don't hyperventilate, I always save face
I wanna set sail into the unknown
With no regrets, fail, and then come home
For some rejuvenation, then I'll deploy again
Ramble through the places to find some loyal friends
And boy oh boy, I've been around the block and back
Smoke lots, but not the crack, and know how to know 'em back
There's just some things that I had to embrace
Even though I knew those habits were base
There's not a dream that Adam won't chase
Then lose steam and fall flat on my face, but
We're gonna make mistakes, but so does everyone
We are not bad just because we wanna have a little fun
I get myself back up and brush it off like, 'well, that sucked.'
I've never felt that nuts
Traveled from the depths of hell back up
You're curious about the smell? That's us
I used to sell that stuff
Trash bags full of beer cans and backwoods guts
So very few friends a cat could trust, and plus
I gotta keep my personality in check
They're lookin at me like I just don't have any respect
I had to be the best, but that's a fallacy I guess
Feels like a test, life challenged me to chess
I'm blessed, a life full of fruition
But when they get depressed and try pulling you with 'em, just remember
We're gonna make mistakes, but so does everyone
We are not bad just because we wanna have a little fun
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Grapes
02:20
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Never had existed more delicious a taste than that exhibited by Vitis Vinifera grapes
When fermented ever so specifically
You've tasted mad shit, but you never know that difference, see
The history is rich
Go to Italy on trips with one sip to sun kissed vineyards seeking bliss
This is an ode to the juice in my glass
Swirl it around, release the fruits and the gas that mimic phenolic compounds
If you're drinking that, you don't get it
You're not at all down with what I'm talkin 'bout
Like, what makes Côte Rotie taste so smoky
Moan with satisfaction like a bass note, low key
Homie, you know we are sippin on the finest wines
Taking advantage of this age-old phenomenon
I could find the kind to satisfy any mood
The perfect balance that I had in mind with the food
So, listen to the dude proposing the toast
Saying cheers to the host with the most
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Riots (feat. DJ Lord)
03:44
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They very easily might vote for the wrong man or want the wrong thing, so they had to be guided from above
Riots in the streets
They try to keep us quiet, but we speak
Not interested in violence
We're fighting for some peace
Generations of conspiring and lying through your teeth
I will never cast another vote for a president
You think you make a difference, but its hopeless, irrelevant
A joke, an embarrassment to mind kind
For a long time I teetered on a line, but I can't find any reason to keep participating in this charade
They're force feeding misinformation and disarray
Just repeating the situation, an endless game played to make us think that we're really making genuine change
And if you think that, then you're not thinking much
Just stare at the television, pop the top and drink it up
You need to ease back, you think you need it 'cause you're weaving through an endless crowd of lazy, stupid, stinking fucks
I'm searching for the diamonds in the rough
Shining, not blinded by the lining of the cuffs on their wrists and brains
This shit's deranged
If it's burning down, you best believe we lit the flames
They say I'm irresponsible, I think that they are
That fake ass debate ain't even on my radar
Stay calm... There's no need for alarm
The unscrupulous manipulation of the press by big business
Corrupting and deceiving the public
Riots in the streets
They try to keep us quiet, but we speak
Not interested in violence
We're fighting for some peace
Generations of conspiring and lying through your teeth
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Obeah Atlanta, Georgia
Obeah has been cutting his teeth in America’s independent music scene with various groups &performing across the world with P.E., all the while remaining true to his desire to serve a cause greater than his own. Raised in Columbus, GA and now residing in Atlanta, Adam’s southern influence is undeniable but this Renaissance Man could never be defined by one genre, occupation or geographic region. ... more
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