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Opiejam
04:33
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Panty Hose
03:31
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Like cold water on a dirty face
Like your daughter in a dirty place
Got one name with thirty faces
One moment in thirty places
I'm a threat in many spaces
Even when I exit, I leave traces
Many men are locked in stasis
Braggin' bout it, but been basic
But life's a bitch and they got the basis
No nomads seeking oasis
I admit, my life is dangerous
Lifestyle of the poor and famous
Tainted with some shit that's heinous
Pure perfection don't come painless
All associates hard and A list
Discontent displayed in cages
Can you tell me how it feels?
With that panty hose round your neck, I've no head with which to try
But I still got your respect, respect, respect
Can you tell me how I taste?
In that musty august heat, I've no tongue with which to try
I was only ever a dream, a dream, a dream
Nobody knows, Nobody knows
I'm in the bag, I'm on my toes
Everyone dies, anything goes
Everyone reaps, anyone sows
Oh god, no god
Oh god, no god
Oh god, no god
Oh god, no god
None come to save us when we're broke
Fix the drunk with the coke
Fix the brain with the cope
End the sentence with the rope
Oh god, no god
Oh god, no god
Oh god, no god
Oh god, no god
Evolution kicked in in stages
Words spoken on different stages
Curse broken I'm free to chase it
Built upon it but can't erase it
Tribal grounds and graves on graves on graves
Steal and then deface that
Write backwards try to embrace it
Mutant made of false creation
Doctor operated on by the patient
I see through time, she never changes
I talked to god, she hates the races
Expecting death in thirty paces
Like cold water on a dirty face
Everything in its perfect place
Dedicated discursive faith
Everything in its perfect place
This is a robbery
Give me your property
Torture via believing the lottery
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Gnaw
03:53
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Words'll
04:50
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When you hear my words over the phone,
You don't see my face, don't hear the tone
When I'm in the dark, I feel at home
Don't want you to see, inside 'a me, my privacy
I put my shit on "do not disturb"
I just want peace, it's what I deserve
Fuck you, I know I'm above the curve
All of the bullshit is just absurd
And I don't want to know the words
I don't give a fuck how you feel
I am the only thing I know that's real
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5. |
Gumshow
05:43
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Digital Counterpoint
03:54
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this shit like back in the day
im in the back and i’m blazed
locs with the taper cut
find ya self at where i stay
you better pack it or pray
i cannot make this up
ain’t my first crack at the game
we are not macking the same
glock in my pillow ‘case
niggas wan try make a name
wait until i take the reigns
over with, told a bitch
i’d have them millions on me
i am a pillar of greed
smack you you run to yo
momma you look like grendel
trust that the block know me well
i gotta blunt to roll
i get up early, move birdies
gotta be pure to usurp me
way that i’m ballin they
need to retire my jersey
callin me sire this early
sleepin but fuck it tho
we still gon get to these racks
this game ain’t shit till we back
don’t get to comfortable
i get that beat and i black
im here to cheat not to chat
you know i luh the dough
bitch its the year of the wolf
i hear the fear in your hoof
stalking my prey with a claw
i could clear out a bush
bong i could clear out the cush
pop in and spray shit
im finding my peace in the pay
balance my chi with a check
reaching nirvana, more commas
you see in my bank
more likely we see respect
they tried to curve me i’m sturdy
baby i’m pure but I’m dirty
plug do them drugs like the judge
cuz he servin me thirty
he move them birds to new jersey
coded my words but if you knew the terms then ya heard me
i am too sure can’t unnerve me
stick to the streets i don’t trust none these nerdy suburbans
let the A’ burn like they Sherman
im off frijoles for sure, i concur with them perkies
ODs for sure don’t deter me
baby with me on these streets just like bert be with ernie
she know this work is disturbing
shordy a trooper tho
come with a ki and she baggin
she love the d’ with no gaggin
come with respect cuz you don’t want no heat with the faction
them will bullets leave you a caption
they cannot flee from the fees on my street so we taxin
can’t come at me with no backing
all of the team smokin tree, pokin P up in aspen
y’all don’t be seein no action
beefin, i can’t guarantee we gon leave it at rappin
please don’t make me an assassin
12 come to me and we don’t make a peep bitch, we Chaplin
y’all love to speak to the captain
rats get the poison i’m back with my boys and we postin
me and the money elopin
try to play me and that shit ain’t gon go how he hopin
only thing slow is the motion
yeah my connect is a pro so i’m pouring the potion
drift on a four like the ocean
i don’t gotta go to you hoes cuz i sow the commotion
you sell it knowin it’s broken
poor is revolting no longer controlled by the sultan
yo so called pressure ain’t potent
i be out checkin these niggas you checkin the stats
won’t see the weapon i pack
chain got me rangin in spain cuz im flexin in fact
all of my best to you hacks
this L i give unto you is a lesson in fact
never you fret with the mac
already gave you the one, i know two is absurd
i remain true to the curb
see them in awe of the power i threw into word
greatest that you ever heard
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7. |
Cage
16:27
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Patricia Taxxon Santa Cruz, California
Hi, I'm Patricia Taxxon. I make music for different moods. All of my (non-contract) tunes are free to use for any of your projects, commercial or otherwise, with credit.
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