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1. |
Charlie
00:47
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2. |
Beasts of No Nation
04:05
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Daddy I done fell from grace
After you done set the table
After the prayers said
Bowed our heads
Cooked the flour to make the bread
Smoke the sour to hold off dread despair
And torture
This earths a scorcher
Lawd it's hot
They can hold me down
Nigga I rock this rusted crown
On my throne of porcelain
Sword in my Sheath they forced it in
Hammer no nails all shells
Esiotrot easy or not ski masks is hot
So I rock a balaclava
Rosary beads and our fathers
While they on the knees copping please
Afouin my negus
Alms for the beggars
Palms full of lettuce
Bout these greens my greeds all vegan
No rest for the weary
I ain't off on weekends
They want me to let the beauty out
But I can't cuz I'm beast in
This the game of life no free spins
Plastic cars plastic wife pin heads
And some chirren I bid a good evening
No vacations resorts
Lead to results lead to leaking by default
That's my initial setting
I breathe through a wet breeze
Seas in destined to see from the flotsam bottoms so I stuck em and kept
composed as JR rotem
I am Stanley Kubrick
Clock work ernch
And I ain't given two shits
Whip it no crack all toonces
Me and two packs and that's what juice is
Box full of issues
And I don't sell loosies
Funk these negus leave me stretched out all bootsy
It's a coup where boots and titty tapping Pam
Dr who. Red alert. Dahleks on my set
Prolly popped a molly
Off to college all due respect
Wasting money daddy money
Crabby patties and Patrick's funny
Til he short and the block is dry
Then ya star fish gets hooked and dragged inside
Filleted for all the other guppies just to witness
If the product ain't quantified
At the rates that you enlisted
And that'll get you stranded
I swear y'all ain't pay attention to Chris' very last commandment
TheY want me to let the beauty out
But I can't cuz I'm beast in
This the game of life no free spins
Plastic cars plastic wife pin heads
And some chirren I bid a good evening
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3. |
Ickys Lament
04:01
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Headed out for a night with the fellas on the ave
In my 64 coupe love the jont with the proper tags
and it’s cool yeah
This is Arbor Day and we need relief
You know the Exxon got em 2 for a dollar them grape swisher sweets\
And we ain’t riding dirty no
So pray for me tonight love
Cuz I’m trying to make it home alive love
Pray for me tonight love
Cuz I’m trying to make it home alive love
Switches on the ave who I’m kidding man
What switches do I have?
Chilling with the window half cracked
Bass on 95 watching the bone take it’s toll
on my people slumped on the sidewalk stroll
Night younger than a muhfukka
Henny in my system water sipping til I’m sober
Temper tapping on my shoulder
Who dat flash
Hand on the ratchet in the holster
I ain’t trying to another poster
Like hey say my name lord
Nigga go head mo slim play thy game
Rights ain’t shit but turns and words
At this juncture so to function
I’m a stay my lane
License and a registration
Insurance in the glove but I’m hesitating
Stick of gum
one black ice tree
The scent it got me numb
It’s the stench from his Nicorette
He reaching for his gun
So pray for me tonight love
Cuz I’m trying to make it home alive love
Pray for me tonight love
Cuz I’m trying to make it home alive love
All up out the window Hollywood Cole
Scuff on your Gucci’s shirt off in the cold
Stanley Tucci, Luciano
You ain’t having it man a whole lot of bravado
Hublot, Movado time is on your side
Chopper in the rental
but your niggas in the ride
Quarter moon in the magazine
Bout to blow
The roof of a NACA it’s a scene
Act II
For the A-R
High points for the scorer
Whole lotta candles
Teddy bears bad auras
Church choirs in the forum
Think pieces and a meme
it all seems foreign til the shots stop pouring
And nobody is toasting
every body running
And they burying their baby on a Sunday morning
And the family in mourning
But they ain’t sittin Shiva
For the next seven days its a whole lot of grieving
So pray for me tonight love
Cuz I’m trying to make it home alive love
Pray for me tonight love
Cuz I’m trying to make it home alive love
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4. |
DRMS&CRWNS
04:20
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Always taught me be the best at it
the fact is
practice makes perfect
and work ain’t hard
all your lessons i heard em
through the fire
the brick stone
walls of my desires that’s the danger my god
and when i hit the yellow brick road of this here music
through the backstage curtains you always cheered
but to my face told me it’s a waste
get a plan to fall back on i’m like dad fall back where
my skills been there you the one who taught me
the frustrations of the game
were the jewels that you claimed
you ain’t have
no abacus
no math
so i was stuck on the plane less travelled
you the plug but your cords all tangled
jaded green envy sometimes it seemed no angles
secretly fearing for my life when it all unraveled
But I'm like
what I’m gone do if i don’t have you.
chorus
so i’m building my house on the concrete you poured
new floors new walls new roof
but my heart still yearning for the king to
give his blessing and i guess i must show and prove
my bruv was the prodigal
i guess i’m the prodigy
with so much more to lose
but i’m tired of these shackles and i’m trying to get loose
move beyond your shadow and discover my own muse
time to cop my own tools
battle my own addictions
because in most ways i’m you
thats a cold cup to brew drink and manage
it took a minute to understand
why i couldn’t see the forest
when there weren’t any trees on hand
see thats the prob right there
i knew you had seeds
i knew you had the dreams
But the crown was never mine to have
cuz these dreams
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5. |
Shake it Off
02:46
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Welcome to the mayhem
Well wishers stale kissers
Who gonna hate dem
Arrogance or ignorance
Innocence or penitents
Business or benefits
I am the plug for these citizens
the flame thrower
Slang gang bangs and the games over
Fly high sky high swine flu
Who Spit that loogie after loosies
Why I do
Cuz the stress gon weigh you down
And the jacks want to take your crown
And the pawns wanna sing along in
Unison as they wander off to drown
the sacred gon site their faith
And the fakers gon all change face
That's the way it be when those shackled feet finally
Hit to solid ground
Gonna shakem off now
Shake, shake it
Shake(4x)
Married to the gambit
Pickle backs after nickel back
Hidden in the passage
Got a hitter for the masses
White tiger with the classes
20/50 with the Vision no glasses
Smacked slim craftsmen
No gender bias
Frequencies for the pleiades
I plea for these no deals ya honor
No pills no frills it's no chill no barter
Cuz the stress gon weigh you down
And the jacks want to take your crown
And the pawns come and sing along in
Unison as they off to drown
the sacred gon site their faith
And the fakers gon all change face
That's the way it be when those shackled feet finally
Hit to solid ground
Gonna shakem off now
Shake, shake it
Shake(4x)
no skills no smarts no father
he follow shiny trinket these tricksters think long a hero ain't nothing but a sandwich heated a bird in hand
slid him gold told em fish with no pole step on these fiends will bank roll so he never ever was thankful
Cuz the stress gon weigh you down
And the jacks want to take your crown
And the pawns come and sing along in
Unison as they off to drown
the sacred gon site their faith
And the fakers gon all change face
That's the way it be when those shackled feet finally
Hit to solid ground
Gonna shakem off now
Shake, shake it
Shake(4x)
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6. |
LIT
02:40
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Listen Up
Fresh up out the shower
boy you know I feel great
Cuz i’m fresh as baby powder
Bout to get these wings & then skate
Ain't no time for haters God is greater
polly’d with the pollinators
Prolly got some problems prolly solve em later
Me and joey coco chopping in the elevator
palace player pimpin’ ‘pon de playa
Called em for a favor
Ayyy I’m Bout to dip moe
no ropes dog , it’s no hope slim &n no hassle
So I Took a sip though for i
Spent a stack getting out these shackles
Me nah dance and pa-pose for the snappin’
No chatta’ all action
I’m on a world tour no packing
with Mohammed my man
All the world in why hand
To get gone is the plan
Cuh
We Gon touch the sky yeah
We Gon set this world on fire
It’s all sunny my G
No precipitation
Nary a cumulus in sight
As your star soar higher
New sneakers new hires no slight
It’s the hordes of the choruses
Horus is set for the night
Thoth in a loft suite and we write
Choirs to preach yo the signs are rear
While the lines to speak
So the sun get near
Then you wax off Danielson
No Miyagi uni unagi
Sushi you got it
Hot Topic with a douchey new product
Gucci closet and two Buggati
New hot model long body
Took a pill with Mike P shots and two oxy
Ambien for the ambience
Call the ambulance
Cause your wings fell off
CHORUS
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7. |
HUBRI$
03:24
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Its all bout your pride
No simba
And I ain’t lying these street are colder
Than the 6 in December
They stained crimson
But when it pops off
It’s pop corn
Pop stars
Pop tarts
Popped pills
Popped cherry’s
A bevy of wall warts
We all charged and we all low
Percentages they all blow
Sentences is all snow
It’s summer
My nose a frozen tundra
My flows is a blown hummer
My septum my old lawyer
My aorta’s a large hearted
Charger on octane of purp water
Burp stutter rinse and repeat
Nig
When it pops off
My pockets swollen
Sty eye molten
The sneaks cleans as beaches in all of Nova Scotia
So it’s leek and fish cheeks
VIP.
Bottles
cars, clothes, models
Free shows and
Swallows
Freeloaders and friends
Fiends, foes and a fam scheme
scolders, entourages, no tortoise
Ferraris, Porsches, Bulgari, buggattis and gorgeous
Ovaries and orgies
But none of these people
come in here
for
me
Its all bout your pride
No simba
And I ain’t lying these street are colder
Than the 6 in December
They stained crimson
They say that pride cometh eh
before that fall
The rise you might summit
Plummet til the depths of your stomach
And you’re earling off your ego
Feeling you can’t see through
Emotions oceans you can’t manage
Waves on the beach and the moons and the planets
You don’t beseech it, preaching to that choir
But your sole control of the soul is just and insecure desire
But you’re oh so touchy feely boy
You passive with aggressions
Don’t want to be the student when these classes are in session
so You opt to be professor I profess you are much lesser
Like a fuck boy upon your fuck board my nigga
Committing suicide because you want to stunt more
Can’t see the forest for the trees or the sticks or the seeds
But your grind upon your high horse
because you really wanting more
Chasing all these wishes but you
Run forrest run forrest
Legs tired when you catch em slim
Then you skate
its the motherfucking
Crown
Nigga
take the fucking
Weight
Its all bout your pride
No simba
Oh no
It’s not quite what you’re used to uh uh no way ayyy
Not quite what you’re used to
Oh so you fancy now
Haughty shawty and you
oh so prancing now
Two checks from that squalor so no dancing now
you ain’t them other niggas
You a clean tree hugger non-thugging nigga
Speak the queens and don’t eat greens proper upper figure
I ain’t black, black
I’m a half, a quarter,
Wave my flag of woke distorter, my disorder, is this order
Of you people, your tints and grills and your hoochie dresses
And your Louis, Gucci obsessions
now with no investments
No melons of no water
No HBCU or affirmative like actions
Sanctions glancing
I’m a young one of the republic
My tax base is high so what of it?
I feel sorry for your mother
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8. |
MORE
03:44
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To swim against the tide of mediocrity - I go
So play the game and rent your soul is what’s required to be - but I know
It’s more bottles in the sky say who you want to be
tricks up in the club glass fully of bubbly
Choppers on deck high as a Zeppelin
And I don’t give a fuck
Cuz all y’all hating on me
Cup full of lean
Raining on them hoes again
Cutting down trees until a smoke a forest and
Don’t make me pull it unless you want me to put it in
And love I just a word
The club here about to be lit
You say you want more
But you don’t really want it baby
Even though you say you want more
But you don’t really want it baby
All you want is asses on the floor
But you don’t really want it baby
Just go ahead and open up the door
I caught an F for my efforts
They happy where they wanna be
As long as I drive Buggatti’s on the tV screen
They don’t really care if I’m pissing on their children’s dreams
Passing out the turkey’s all during the holiday’s
To keep the masses all appeased pimping is his life
my words they were heaven
Caught a rise from the depths
But my bread wasn’t leavened
so I traded in my promise for a
Couple hundred sheckels and some records
Ay yo it’s billboard positions and a VIP section
When I tried to give you more you played me off crazy
U don’t wanna hear that shit nigga
won’t you go ahead and drive Miss Daisy
Change
All you really need is change
You say you want more
But you don’t really want it baby
Even though you say you want more
But you don’t really want it baby
All you want is asses on the floor
so
Beep beep nigga
Milly rock in your hand
Spill it till you kill it boy
Stream it on demand
Got that killer for you fam
Smoke in a pillow or that Xanny in my bag
All about that money so here another stack
All about your brand so here another fact
Scared money don’t make none
Fake niggas stay lying cuz they fake young
Rich niggas be the brokest cuz they fake rich
With a fake bitch, fake flooded icicles on a fake wrist
Ferrari’s on lease, in a leased apartment
They don’t dance so you know they all rent
But….
You say you want more
But you don’t really want it baby
Even though you say you want more
But you don’t really want it baby
All you want is asses on the floor
But you don’t really want it baby
Just go ahead and open up the door
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9. |
St. Fed UP
02:45
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can't breathe
This choke hold it two fold so i ain't free they hold shots
Crooked cops courts and fees
It's fright night fight club like its a double fee-ture no future
Just puffed eye and sutures
My souls on empty
It's hard to hide life scars and blemish um lumped rocky Dennis
No trump cards but trumps is spittin. Vitriol disguised as Kavanaugh and good dweeecisions
Murcia gets white again 1800's
Black flight again my kin skinned and a light again alight again
I'm choking on my tears
Anger in my ears
strangers in the midst
Sun kissed fruit reminisce Willy lynch
And you can catch em in 4K killing in a deeper resolution but there is no justice in equal distributions
Systematic retribution sacred hate from institutions made to incarcerate my person
Bonds that yield a yearly distribution
And I blame you niggas
Near every college park
Never biting and you hardly bark
Ya paid into my anguish
Forsaking all your coded language
For a collar so distinguished
That it asphyxiates the sacred
For a dollar in ya pocket
You initiate exchanges
So it's a soul for a pound
A blind eye for a ballot
Pillage for positions of perceived power plus you pimp out the impoverished
To supplement you income revenue streams flowing free full of blood and dreams never established
Tell me to never buck the system
Never fight just yield
I'm sick and tired and I'm fed up
Seems like the system been set up for we
I think that you'll all agree
I'm sick and I'm tired and I'm fed up
Seems like the system been set up
So we bleed
I think you will all agree.
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10. |
Mermaids
02:54
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I plucked her right out of the ocean
Somewhere between Cahuenga and Vine
Now over drinks said he had the notion
that I was one of her very own kind
Now this improbable
given I’m a different breed
From the sun baby where my people often flow free
She said it’s cold down here in the shallows
Deeper out there by the reef
We keep the sharks at bay
With these games
But baby make sure you don’t bleed
She said she likes the way that the earth felt
Sometimes she need her feet to be wet
a lot of Shopping sprees for the finer things Yes
Yeah she always worried
She watching out for the fisherman’s net
Oh now that’s improbable
I k
I never offered you no bait
But you swam up on my anyway
So darlin baby
What you say?
She said it’s cold down here in the shallows
Deeper out there by the reef
We keep them sharks at bay
With these games
So baby make sure you don’t bleed
And when she’s trapped on land without the big blue
She might take you
So deep you almost drown
now when she swims
The stars are always in her hair
But she’ll take you so deep
That you won’t see
You’ll never come up for air
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11. |
Poseidon
03:03
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Now listen
Funny how these waves break
Trends of your mens and nem
Fulcrum on the pressure
Got your finger on that lever
But when fear is like your synonym
How you gon’ maintain
When ship-to-shore’s a long way
You bout to walk this gangplank
The tide keep coming
You ride no drummer
bide time wave runner
23 skidoo no slope
Seadoo no hope
Your humanity’s like vanity
Vanishing manatee
Choppy seas equating dog
to weaker knees
So listen young I’m saying
You keep surviving
You keep on striving
Now even though you’re lost at sea
These waves colliding
And when the tides in
You’re diving in way too deep
You say you’re riding these waves that’s tidal
A wipeout ain’t so easy
I see your trident
You live with Poseidon
In the sea, the see, the sea
For nautical miles
The prodigal child
Is lost in the wild
And tossed in the vial
Deepest blue trench of the isle
The stench in the cloud
The smoke in the lungs
The fork in the tongue
You speak and I hum
The hurricane coming
You thundering son
And raising your flag
and pointing your Gun
Scalawag yo-ho and a
Bottle of rum
Now listen
Swearing that you black beard
Barely growing facial hair
Ain’t pillaging no villages
Your skirmishes is scrimmages
Scabbards ain’t sharpened
These harpies they got your harkening
I’ll lash you to the mast
and be the lighthouse
In your darkness
You keep surviving
You keep on striving
Now even though you’re lost at sea
These waves colliding
And when the tides in
You’re diving in way too deep
You say you’re riding these waves that’s tidal
A wipeout ain’t so easy
I see your trident
You live with Poseidon
In the sea, the see, the sea
On some Davy Jones locker shit
Heart up in the box
Cuba gooding with the bends
DeNiro in his socks
Charlize upon his arm
The men of honor
12 steps to freedom
Life preservor when I know that you are sinking
You see now
Larger fish in small puddles
don’t make concentric circles
They just flop about and gasp in deep
in trying to breathe by virtue
There ain’t enough like oxygen
within the flotsam and the bottoms end
It’s easy to feel
I think you need an
Ocean
so jump on in
You keep surviving
You keep on striving
Now even though you’re lost at sea
These waves colliding
And when the tides in
You’re diving in way too deep
You say you’re riding these waves that’s tidal
A wipeout ain’t so easy
I see your trident
You live with Poseidon
In the sea, the see, the sea
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12. |
Gone Too Soon
03:11
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If pac were alive
would Brenda's baby had grown
would snoop be a lion
Would dre have aftermath or
Would the row be the row
If mr I get around went ahead & settled down and ran for a congressional seat while Nate sang the anthem
Mac dre handled the cash son
While em and proof bounced
kids on their knees
But I guess that's what loss do
Make you wander bout the ifs ands or who's
But I swear
It be lovely to see
And brings a tear to my eyes
if Pac were alive
Chorus:
But they've all gone too soon
Resting my eyes under the cherry moon
Stardust from ziggy brings a shine to the city it's a pity so I play this tune
All for you
If big were alive would jay be the king
Would kim have changed appearance
on celebrity apprentice and host a late show on revolt TV
Would he and pun go runnin with Hev Every summer
When he wasn't working on his PHD
With Big L at his side
Cheeks and sean p running the street trading beats and playing ball with phife
But I guess that's what loss do
Make you wander bout the ifs ands or who's
I swear
It be lovely to see
And brings a tear to my eyes
if Big were alive
Chorus:
But they've all gone too soon
Resting my eyes under the cherry moon
Stardust from ziggy brings a shine to the city it's a pity so I play this tune
All for you
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13. |
Again
02:24
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Regret the mistakes ive made
Hands I shook folks ive played
Plans I laid
Shade i thrown
All for the sake of the golden throne
So karma forced my trauma
To holla an our father
No penance penitent sinners
I wish I gave more forgiveness
I missed it now its good riddance
Acceptance is less expected
But now that the reapers passing
Im adding up all my blessings
Like 2 plus - we us
Never want to leave it with a grievance
Squash all beef we veguns
Hindus we with you believe us
but
I wish that I could do it again
I'd make it better for y'all
I wish that I could do it again
I'd never let you fall
The Way to the top
Is strewn with great intentions
So I guess I have the intent to make
In your mentions
Dms in museums
So TMZ em
screenshotting for heavy thottin
In the apple um steady rotten
Up in Cali I'm steady shopping
So this baggage keeps me a savage
Im trying to steady manage
My ego but people
just leave you geeking
A respite for what im seeking
My best fit for the weekend
I'll be back believe that
To begin this time with a reason
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Kokayi D.C.
Preeminent Improvisational vocalist. 2023 Guggenheim Fellow. Grammy nominated artist, producer, author of You Are Ketchup and other fly music tales.
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