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[Verse 1 - Ghettosocks]
I think about my
Life like I’m watching from a bird’s eye view/ and stay precise as a hawk in the words I choose/ swoop
- too smooth yo DK prepare the loop/
no plan b ya never see me in a parachute/ -incomparable- dialect of a pharaoh/
-kids try to triangulate my type of tarot/
-arrows fly off tags from the Fortune teller/
fortunately kicking more flavour than some Mortadella/
-the construct’s deep you can peep the scripture/ -well-kept secrets (shhh) seeping through the whispers/ -gifted lines permeate through lifted
designs/ - gliding like a missile in flight/ aight-
-let’s get it/ people wanna pilot the
zeppelin without the comprehension of where it’s headed/ -I understand that they want what’s ours/ but
before you’re qualified you gotta clock those hours/ cause you
gotta have the ethic if you wanna have the skills/ you
ought to have presence if you wanna make em feel/ it
pays to have patience if you wanna pay the bills/ and you’re gon be waiting for a while til it’s real- but
[Chorus]
I fly- we fly and they fly/ I
looked up and saw my reflection in the sky/ I fly- we fly and they fly/ I
looked up and saw my reflection in the sky/
I fly- we fly and they fly/ I
looked up and saw my reflection in the sky/ I fly- we fly and they fly/ I
looked up and saw my reflection/
[Verse 2]
the world is a
canvas and my music’s a brush watch how it dances/ drizzles on the map- splatters/ texture resembles architecture in the text/
injected with intellect, elegance, sex/
passport tatted up dashboard lavender/
- you know we splashing in the cashflow: add it up/ -females feedback feeling fabulous
think of all the energy you wasted being mad at us/
- attitude’s like a latitude step to the
side/ either that or come along for the ride/ and people underestimate a song full of rhymes til the words manifest into a part of their lives/
-so choose wisely- I cruise highly
above islands beyond where your eyes see/
-I understand that you want what’s ours/ but
before you’re qualified you gotta clock those hours/ cause you
gotta have the ethic if you wanna have the skills/ and you ought to have presence if you wanna make em feel/ it
pays to have patience if you wanna pay the bills/ and you’re gon be waiting for a while til it’s real- but
[Chorus 2]
I fly- we fly and they fly/ I
looked up and saw my reflection in the sky/ I fly- we fly and they fly/ I
looked up and saw my reflection in the sky/
I fly- we fly and they fly/ I
looked up and saw my reflection in the sky/ I fly- we fly and they fly/ I
looked up and saw my reflection in the sky/
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[Verse 1 - Ghettosocks]
Shit's gettin’ way outta hand. Where the corporations turn the forwards to said what politicians we assure us is more than the plan.
Fortune expands body cams recording your fam. The trickle downs for the less fortunate man of course support the troops and don't bother to question everybody's grandfather's legend. Cops in objectors, the light of truth. Shaiman Knopfler reflectors, boy shot, he's with the auto would check this sort. The water protectors [inaudible] the first time we want to pin him down as a criminal. Now love the song. No kid around the brick, the middle Rouse of the Congo. And to be honest, even the question of who's dishonest, who keeps the troops in order? Cause on the roots of hardship I'll be induces hard to shoot or moving. Saw you wants to food. We always stop.
[hook]
Live is mortal combat
Things ain’t always what it seems
[Verse 2 - Skyzoo]
Oh Swedish strange sleeping on 10 frames. Visionary been the same. Call out alarm, but within reason, like end game Dole's book, bento [inaudible] swollen like thing frames the trimmer like that, the lullabies like a scene out of strap your car, go home a sass and need a seat in the back. They see you out on the dime and she'll be sleeping like dead. Your pay. No, nevermind. Like ain't no cause dreaming on beefer viewpoint as much as the Shippy see you for who you bought one or let's say fro glam between being so a holdup is some waste in becoming which server you awake. The chicken black reflecting all at the corner saying it's when mattresses are noble, California King waken up to believe in which we know was swearing that it was real
[Verse 3 - Rome Streetz]
I got million dollar dreams trying to bring them to fruition. Fuck wishin’. I'm active with the scheme until we click it and everybody in the clip rich live in the vision.
But I'm still throwing rocks at the prison.
Shady dealings on both sides.
The mission is to make the transition promise means to call the time Cal tech nine.
That's on my mind. The chilling in the fly pavilion.
Cause the shit did not design made the killing you fill in the hero.
Wouldn't a villain not respect the n- that took a miss to go against the system. Life's a b---
I'm gonna stick my d--- and f--- the world like it's a tradition of rap like fresh at the chess table with the clock tickin’.
Nice enough to checkmate your king with a pawn on the shit you be on songs and spend the song from NYC to Hong Kong.
Even when I'm gone bury me with weed and Ralphie on, I'm a fucking don.
Never been a minute thinker. My mind's wise enough to see the big picture, plot to get richer.
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The Masters (CL Smooth, Ghettosocks, El Da Sensei)
[Verse 1 - CL Smooth]
Sitting in quarantine, my pen move, rollin’ some green thinking about my next move and what it mean
Pour it all on the blank canvas watch it deliver
the artist that could bring it to life and paint a picture
of a people going through rough times with heavy hearts We lost so many lives in this world and paid this cost
Save my prayers for the dead keep my mind on this money To sacrifice being safe for days warm and sunny
I'm seeing the bigger measures and precautions
For real some people can't sit still some days you gotta force ‘em. But my light shone brighter than those who don't cooperate
So fast food that make you insecure, underpopulate
Attention span is thin, nothing look attractive as the win
That separates the boys from the men how Smooth blazin’ in Middle of a pandemic can't let it stop what I'm doing so epic
The masters
[Verse 2 - Ghettosocks]
Up Last Lost Boys Like the candelabra
Elaborate paint is black Panther's magical hand was animated rabbits
sad school vans in Atlanta contrast with the ambulance ambulances splash came six actors playing global magic counterfeit notes float like ghost through the forgeries but rarely break the surface air like a poor piece porches leaning against the floorboards or fishes. Waves reach the shore as the course of bringing corpses on leaves and palm trees provides see pineapples dangle heavy like jaundice, grenades, marmalade scented babes, lean weight and sun bathe undertakers. Precisely the babies who take up the game the boat not taken seeks machetes to navigate the undergrowth as well. It would vegetation. The rattlesnakes of love the shields be from the sketch where while the pen letters in hopes in the end to be a
[Verse 3 - El Da Sensei]
Down the trial tribulation mob and for Jesus open door since door is this what we hoping for? Road trips quiet my face more crowd, more mission Do not try to kill the fans More and more could be born from the source Third Realm Electrify plants and as God puts releases back But that evolving circumstance beat it round dance verbal chants war with this class and never say I can't push alone. My tribe goes on form and bombs through the fire lines. Jersey got more the fly. Reporter five Liberal supply crush caution my masking my cross him excessive many lives tremble some thoughts on struggle to go to was a mini book it moves up let me bring in the in we make the plug oh let it production proper construction we had even an open discussion.
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[Chorus]
They
Told me be a man so- I’m tryna BE the big guy/ tried to
Turn me into Rambo- you’ll never SEE the kid cry/ they
Told me be a man but- I’m more like mango:/
Tough on the outside but SWEET on the inside/
They
Told me be a man so- I’m tryna BE the big guy/ tried to
Turn me into Rambo- you’ll never SEE the kid cry/ they
Told me be a man but- I’m more like mango:/
Tough on the outside but SWEET on the inside/
[Verse 2 - Ghettosocks]
-I never saw my father shed a tear/ maybe
That’s the reason why when I get upset I get a beer/
-why do Y chromosomes determine gender here?/
Better put those thoughts aside- never fear Guinevere/
-Need a couch moved? Let a man handle it/ Need a
new hair do? Better Get a Pam Anderson/ this
patriarchal construct needs dismantling/ and I’m
Sorry but I don’t care if ya gramps can’t handle it/
-oh I see you saying he’s just “old fashioned”/ but
have you considered that maybe he’s just an old fascist?/
-some people are torn, conform, or transformed in it/
-Before we see pink or blue- we’re born in it/
-so for a minute picture someone else’s shoe and you’re
In it/ simply try to empathize and morph with it/ and
if it helps you see other’s struggles you’re fortunate/ Cause we’re so much better than this historical horse shit/
Enter
Darren
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[Verse 1 - Ghettosocks]
The sky coloured charcoal grey
I’m standing in a tracksuit- pink lemonade
feeling like a Champion- the past in my wake
the future’s like the sun trying to shine the the shade
my spine is a Snake- hands are tarantulas
climbing on the curves of a dancer
Leo and cancer legs of an ostrich
running through the cypher like a
Mosh-pit- permafrost on the top lip
Thoughts is aquatic
arch over topics like a drawbridge- skeletons in the closet
The shit I conjure’s the missing link
and have your missus flipping out like a fish with wings
just to think- kids in the distance, singing a song
not far from a river of prawns
every moment is delivered and gone
that’s why my mission is to witness all this vividness and bring it to y’all Like that
[Chorus - Moka Only & O.C.]
Hold up a bit i’m feeling old
-Reach for the stars and go for the gusto
All in to this to reach my goals
-Never let nobody say what you can and can't do. Hold up a bit i’m feeling old
-If you love it then double it part of your life struggles All in to this you can see my soul
[Verse 2 - O.C.]
O socializing. Developing thoughts that’s tantalizing
My conversational mouthpiece, relays different
Today's listeners don't know what they missin’ (nah)
but in due time my hope is some mature enough to open up space for growth 20 some odd years ago I made an oath
Many hide behind a mask instead of following the path of their own s**** Many become accustomed to putting up a front
until time but feel shade behind your ways troop
Hitting truth and lies told cannot betray those in the know
The flow is all in this is how O goes
From my mouth to God's ears until allah appears At crossroad to greet my soul so at the very least But those who go through it in the past
Life is full of tests and exams I’m all in.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Moka Only]
Yeah. Stretching best in profession
lurking in the overlooked section
crescent moon hanging over my head like past due bills Procrastinate, whatever bound to grab you thrills
Two pills to combat the migraine
Comin’ cause I'm buzzin’ when I overload my brain
with all the gotta dues marking off my got dones
stay in tune by top guns towards like commission we not once
came whack or half step or slept on to the point of getting half checks but the love goes beyond the dough that's only one thing
But if I'm, to be honest though, we need it
When you put all of your alls into this
blood sweat plus the tears till you fall on your fists
you want to know that the love is reciprocal
Whatever the case we strive, even when it's difficult
Word up.
[Chorus]
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Indushtry Skit
01:19
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[Verse 2 - Ghettosocks]
As soon as the beat drop- you know that it’s on, damn it/ the
Cool calm commander commandeering an odd planet/ where
Babies talk basic but behave like they combatants/ I’ll
Palm a pomegranate the size the titties on Janet/
-I’m sorry miss Jackson it meant nothin/
I’m just playing so relax and keep ‘em tucked in/
Soon as the airlock slid we rushed in/ a whole
Parade of us spontaneous human combustion/
-ooh it’s awesome- there’s nothin you could do to harm ‘em/
Dude u looked alarmed when Nas luded that dey shootin on em/
To be honest you can google up this pseudo artist/ and
Be amused when I come in view dressed like Tutenkamen/
-hold it down I’m not holier than thou holy cow/
Only homies that know me solely show me the forty cal/
<blaow> lick a shot through your vehicular forget the cops/ I’m
Up in Chkn Chop spending gwop until it hits the spot/
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[Verse 1 - Ghettosocks]
-It’s Count Socks with the butter verse/ -I make you
Kiddies go and get it like your mother’s purse, buncha nerds/
-I’m like ‘run the jewels’ muhfuckas run to church/
Sextin with ya hunny while she tell you that her tummy hurts/
-decked out rocking fabulous robes/ I’m
Passionate while you look for something ratchet to bone/ I’m
Fascinating so she tell me she ain’t crashing alone/ she grabbed my
Joint and started going all ‘sax-a-ma-phone’- woah/
-Call me Mozart rollin rollin on a go-cart/
Dartmouth ferry beats bumping outta Noah’s ark/
-Black Buffalo’s raw- check the OR/ these
youngin’s won’t ever know the struggle like a phone card/
-and to be clear I never copped rok-a-wear/ I’m
Rocking gear that dropped the same year as the Rocketeer/
-got it popping with ya broad without a drop a beer/ that’s
why the bunny’s melting off my words like a choclatier/ (ear)
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[Verse 1 - Ghettosocks]
If justice is blind it’s no surprise they acting blind folded/
-this music’s movies for the blind keep your mind open/
-it’s so true the world’s a hospital- code blue/ when
they say “don’t move”- y’all say “don’t shoot”/
-the teflon’s kept beneath the blue attire/ Karen’s
get to talk to managers but where’s the supervisor?
-I’m sick and tired- seeing my people get body slammed/
- and sick and tired- seeing em killed on body cams/
-so many indigenous women turn to missing persons/
it emerges they been killed or murdered by some civil servants/
-meant to oversee that native people fit their purpose/
-established residential street schools just to fill the churches/
-Jesus- it’s astonishing what God do/ they
represent the law but ain’t never been to law school/
Handgun pepper spray and taser so they won’t chase ya/
John McEnroe - straight up no chaser/
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10. |
Baggage
03:51
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[Chorus - Ghettosocks]
-I poured a glass of something that I can't pronounce/ While dangling a thread on the bed so the cat would pounce/
- She unraveled a bag containing half an ounce/
- Hit tare on the scale and then she tapped it out/
[Verse 1]
-clicked the playlist: Brian Eno streamed/ The
tiles in the bathroom: quiet sea foam green/
-she told me you can try and hide from Elohim/ but if you die then your eyes won't arise from that dream/
-I understood it later/ in a hooded breaker/ over
looking Vegas/ -blowing smoke: the hue a bluish vapour/ Drifting up caressed the sunset/
-I pressed the shovel in the soil til it crunched wet/
-an hour later out the shower hit the elevator/
-Feeling parts of my neck that seemed to miss the razor/ -Undercovers stepped across the lobby floor/ while
I avoided em like: "this ain't the droid your looking for"/
-I left the building and slipped in anonymity/ the
World was none the wiser to the guise of my facsimile/ -Rest assured I left em in my wake without a clue/ and Hit the liquor store with thoughts of trying something new/
[Chorus]
-I poured a glass of something that I can't pronounce/ While dangling a thread on the bed so the cat would pounce/
- She unraveled a bag containing half an ounce/
- Hit tare on the scale and then she tapped it out/
[Verse 2]
-shadows of doubt- no doubt they stay mistaken/
I cease my dreams and lie awake in unfamiliar places/ -Smellin coffee brewing plus whatever else she's makin/ -Peekin through the blinds reminded this is no vacation/
- juniper from Jupiter in the mixed drinks/
-Her slender silver tennis bracelet came with six links/ -and just to think a week ago we were extinct/ -Endangered species and Nefertiti in fresh ink
-Lost in translation moments float featherless/ With elicit substances stashed on the premises/ Eventually we would eviscerate the evidence/ Particularly packages of powder as a precedent/
-I'd get squirrelly she'd say imagine that it's done/
I would try envisioning for months it would never come/ -And just when I'd think of packin up/ shed
Let me know she was going back to baggin up/
[Chorus]
-I poured a glass of something that I can't pronounce/ While dangling a thread on the bed so the cat would pounce/
- She unraveled a bag containing half an ounce/
- Hit tare on the scale and then she tapped it out/
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