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HUBRI$

from HUBRI$ by Kokayi

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Icky in flight - what is pride?

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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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from HUBRI$, released December 16, 2019

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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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