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Crossing
02:17
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embarking
cross the salty stretch
to lose my breath and find a calling
left from marshes wet
arrive with less then what you start with
solemn solve the feud
between the pull of all and bobbing
endure the destitute
a crescent moon can haunt exhausted
yet both port starboard views
bring solitude to calm this crossing
set aside secondaries
setting sights on top tips
where Osprey circle looking for options
to opt-in another day breathing in oxygen
feed the main sail get the reaping from August winds
hands on deck like a dealer now place ya bets
make it safe cross the passage or face your death
either way all in we're not saving ends
chips fall where they may
life's a game of guess
yes - a priceless trip
sits on the edge of a precipice
ocean spray chips away the face leaving remnants
awake for days awaiting fate engraved in the elements
I think I see a shape in the distance
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2. |
New Leaf
02:57
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got a homie
who's got a baby on its way
man that's crazy we were babies yesterday
I was stacking legos with David Abadin
thought I knew to wrestle by watching the TV
obsessed with pyrotechnics strike a match on gasoline
used to pass Pat with the cam so he can catch me eat concrete
freestlying with Gaby getting hyped off Carter 3
geeking out for Marleyfest of course ended up in juvy
turned a new leaf, got a new lease on life, but still
fuck the police that don't do people right, for real +
the ills that fill congealed inside the blood stream
my self medicated on some psilocybin mush tea
to heal, feel and realize that deep inside we're one thing
get pulled through a needle's eye to breath in life from nothing
perceiving what absorbs then reflects the light from sun rays
I miss affairs on Sundays
ask sister if she'd come play
revisit my decisions I don't think I'd ever complain
what I've lived until this minute has been brilliant
loved it always
I've loved it always
even in the moments I was broken feeling strong rage
made me want run like that dope inside her arm vein
buy the whole shop where she pawned all of mom's rings
precautions were taken way too often
had to put a lock up on our doors and take her's off it
screaming fighting demons every weekend was exhausting
but damn I've seen her beat it now she's gleaming
she's the strongest
Turned a new leaf, got a new lease on life, let's build
pillars for peace to keep our seeds alive and well+
fulfilled I felt when I was working dead ends
for certain it was worth it just lay the bricks to then get
a way to write them rent checks
survey my sights and then step
elated that I've made it from the days got scheduled grave shifts
foundations found in wavelengths to my brain they only made sense
my nature grew through pavement
chance to make not a safe bet
I placed it, doubled down game six
some'll bow others crowd to huddle round greatness
shovel cultivated playing summer sounds, crate digs
pop lock drop it to the underground, basement
feeling in the air is that its history in making
got no doubt about baby its so palpable can taste it
my ride or die is right beside has made this drive amazing
from Dixie High to 95 she to put the grind in daily
hustler lover girl, you're the muse to this whole painting
the art of recalling births on a search of what has made me
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3. |
Tell Me, Tell Me
02:36
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need someone to tell me
need something to hold true
tell me(x3) how i'll feel today
what to celebrate someone to hate because of things they say
tell me(x3) all the top ten options within this ten block span on command
tell me(x3) all the dos and don'ts, who's the goat, who to vote, who to blame and who to quote
tell me(x3) like it really is/small town girl trying to learn it from these city kids
tell me(x3) is this postures right/what to postulate/which college takes you if you aren't white
tell me(x3) what the scripture said/how to recoup losses when the loss is all our businesses
tell me(x3) we can handle it/then point exits out the moment before panicking
tell me(x3) for my benefit/its mutual, we've been in a beautiful friendship
need someone to tell me
need something to hold true
I need an expose on every single daily break
to calm the nerves / scratch the itch
of which is my dependency
swallow words / puke the rest
call upon their many myths
faintly vague / surely tricked
can't relate? tell me this
are you notified
every time the morning rise
on where to draw and toe the line
if so then you can fall behind
grab my lower spine
shaking it from side to side
playing all the inquiries
I think we'll need to know in life
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4. |
From Milan To... (Skit)
00:05
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5. |
Under the Rug
03:20
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chorus:
Hush hush zip
Swallow your tongue dry - I
Greet you evening
Then slide you the thumb drive - time
Holds secrets
Till the death or we'll all die - mind
Help sweeping
Till it's under the rug, bye - bye...
verse 1:
deception meet these hundred threads - corn husk
each one of them wants nothing less than presence out the forefront
where summer winds / meddling kids, drag in all their sources
got muddy boots, ugly truths, studied every paw print
life! from front to end no pun intent its just a corpus
typed! filled with tidbits hidden in the eyes of corpses
sleight of handshakes to successors of the fortune
bridal plans await for the marriage of these forces
waddupp / its the ministry of truth bitch
kill Kennedys, and enemies, then tell ya 2+2 is
the letter z, you trying to leave? lobotomies conducive
to stopping speech, property of posses that are ruthless
polly wanna a crewcut? arm you with a shotty
to go body any nuisance
clean up in the lobby / filled with commies get the Hoover
uber secret hobby / tell somebody / then I shoot em, so -
(chorus)
verse 2:
hush hush this operation Ajax
trust us, we'll keep the oppositions wayback
drop the 60 stacks and then go topple major players
swap the incumbent for a puppet that cashes paychecks
cha ching - we'll catch ya later
booty call a coup d'etat then rule as a favor
the baby's mom that plays along and makes you hate your neighbor
follow Raytheon on Patreon in case we need to save ya
Hey Ya - just say when
we'll step in with our Stetsons and then make your steps our play pen
question any method let the messenger just play dead then we leave the spot spotless only thing left is the fragrance
you know us
we're Tony Clifton singing old songs
our faux pas' to chop a dissident with bone saws
the Koch bros got the digits to the old phone
not Nakamoto but we keep on the low low, so
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6. |
Dust to Dust
03:22
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(verse 1)
the dust has not settled
came in with a rush
now what you touch is like a desert
cover ed mustard trucks
there's no good luck inside this hell hole
you'll find it crumpled up
under the rug or out the window
go, go - downstairs
kids first, the mothers next
then tell them 'wait here'
when scripture becomes a threat
there is not a spared tear
from lizards that slip words
out thin lips in mirrors
huh thought I'd get rich out here
bought the soil wet now it is in air
along with the roof too - screws and nails
rooster on the weathervane like carousel
think we're passed 'renovate' might want to sell
when the whole attic levitates
then swapped place with the hills
a lots changed but still
the crops' rain has failed
we never saw drop - it never came, never will
used to bow down to the Brownsville Jesus
now we count cows that surround the immediate
see it? feel it? eye of a storm
when four walls are flying
we are flies on the wall
took the corn stalks, the mailbox
the grass on the lawn
left the floor plot, the train tracks
the accident prone
shit.. act like you know
cold read the wind speeds
below heat, till crows feet
grow mold green
then crows eat the
meat off your bones
embedded in your homestead
instead of growing old
become fetish for the ghost dead
to whisper in your skull
its a premise not a code red
go think on it alone
fuck
couldn't think with all this noise
to my great chagrin I left the linchpin in the void
gotta find a place thats somewhere safe
or get destroyed
Great Plains play chase as plain as day
don't get annoyed
(bridge)
did you
think you
could get
away
from this
good luck
no chance
ashes
ashes
dust to
dust
(verse 2)
sing rusted falsettos
water oughta strum air, like strings on a cello
iron getting swung not the swing but the metal
landing final destination cross the pond and a zip code
sit your -, zip your -, welcome to the shit show
men in black don't benefact then bend the facts, it's disco,
hunkey dor, guts and gore, disaster porn, list goes
on and on, break of dawn, breaking backs in Bridgeport
used to a keep stash couple nickel bags, pennies
now we're licking cans for the last bits of any
rations, veggies
half sips, 10 each - a day
finding ways to create order out of endings
said there's more to life than living
there's entering and exiting a bunker that you live in
hunker down or hit the ceiling
those who flew, dove / who swam are sinking
who do we have next?
they scream "you're on in 5!" and we're yelling "not yet!"
sleepless dreams, a sense of pride, what propels these four legs
on a quest to reel it in by the skin of our breath, bet
shocks never on schedule
just the knock, knock
will knock some fellas off their pedestal
awkward cough cough
addressing elephants in vestibules
rock the Kasbah
ingesting dust amongst the rest of you
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8. |
Cypress Knees
03:15
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(verse 1)
stuck in the mud-shucks
all we hear is rib-it rib-it
been here since sun up
to sum up - not a thing familiar
thought we were lost but
came across the same criteria
riddled with moss from
mangrove toes to an old wisteria
krickets & moths hum drone tones
through the whole exterior
as quick as a fox runs drops drum
uncontrolled and furious
the minute they pause, comes, buzz buzz
hear the night life gearing up
myriad of hearts sunk in these parts
gets the zeitgeist teary eyed
(chorus)
tide rolls by
coming home to then retreat
and I won't lie
its killing me to watch us leave
but I can't cry
what I feel for you, you don't feel for me
so I may die
among the feet of these cypress knees
(hook)
stuck in the mud shucks
been in here since sun up
can't get my foot out
go say yourselves
stuck in the mud, yup
waiting for sun up
won't get my foot out
saying farewell
(verse 2)
hang the hammock
don't know knots we hope the belt fits
might just drop in the hole of hell's ditch
python munch, form a whole new skeleton
alley whispers
gallinippers got a passion project
task force, black board, blood deposits
catch four at your tongue then swallow quick
encore, encore, more in your orifice
under eyelids
undecided (whats behind it/us/this)
debris from a tree or the peak of a beak
from a creature that sleeps like a silent giant
80 fangs in
great-grand dad saw the aftermath
of them asteroids landing
brushed it off like "it ain't no thang bitch
learned to crawl, I got it from here, thanks"
clap a jaw the last thing you'll hear is
no robots in the Okeechobee
soaked molded socks and a Toblerone piece
pace yourself don't choke on your own heat
face blow smoke but the haze leave you thirsty
take slow gulps in that lake till you turn green
acres of wayward nature for earthlings
ancient endorphins breaking and forming
tracing ya steps back to waking up early
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9. |
Gustavo
02:08
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10. |
If You're Free (Skit)
00:21
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11. |
Gotta Wanna
03:14
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(verse 1)
i gotta wake up
i gotta be out in town
i gotta get stuff
i gotta fill up my house
i got em at once
i gotta go cancel trials
i gotta have lunch
i gotta let friendships down
i gotta erupt
i gotta continue (smiles)
i gotta show love
i gotta give daps and flowers
i gotta feel judged
i gotta dread every hour
(i got it, enough)
i gotta switch up the style
but how(?) without
a modicum of denial
abrupt hiccups
to process a lung that drowned
no not this son
the prodigal lost then found
I am
honored to (lose then find)
(putting the proof inside
pudding and (you) decide)
taste test
you can chew it (to choose a side)
stupid as stupid tries
doing is (do or die)
existence
(gotta wanna get through this life )
(chorus)x2
(they) said it - seems so simple
to keep on schedule
with feet on tempo
(but) what it - means? I don't know
when streets are forked roads
increased by tenfold
(why) can't it? - be so simple
to meet in middles
let each get their own
(end) to a - means I don't know
(we breath in normal
then breath out no more )
(verse 2)
i wanna stay in bed
i wanna just wonder (roads)
i want (my favorites)
i wanna (feel comfortable)
(i was impatient )
(i wanna confront the toll )
i want a steak frites
i wanna pick up the phone
(i wanna make sense
i wanna laugh at the joke
i want (unsafe sex)
i wanna collab with folk
i wanna break bread
i wanna propose a toast
i wanna say thanks
i wanna reach out to those )
who allowed this child
to paint on the walls the he liked
punch drunk sessions
with trauma to train the mind
a troubadour tripped out
to speak on the songs he writes
I am
honored to use the rhyme
putting the proof inside
records so you can vibe
mic check
wanna do it for dues and dimes
stupid as stupid tries
doing is do or die
existing!
gotta wanna get through this life
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(verse 1)
from 59th to 125th
time and space get ripped
warped in a world where a rainbow is
trains on a track trying to get through quick
transport all sort - miscellaneous things
the fabric, cloth of metropolis lives
between deep rocks and the hardest of bricks
Zs get caught, its cot, its crib
taught hip hop, meant a lot to the kids
for some its job trying profit a bit
not under the sun still hot need a drink
artisans starve while the rats are the rich
express for the stressed and the best in the biz
no messages here just thoughts in your wig
skip 7 stops till the one two fifth
lest we forget the last 8 minutes
(bridge)
we going up
we going down
(chorus x2)
from 59th to 125th
the world outside continues to live
while we down here just taking a trip
get off your stop but never forget
(verse 2 - Illustrate)
Damn, they left our trains to rot
I lost my train of thought
Whether cars or planes I was trained to jot
Down my dreams between major stops
Hey, I give major props
To the drivers and the riders who light the way
They inspire this journey where i escape
Next destination just a swipe away
From point a to point b
I stare at adjoined seats
And I see people looking at me
I look back and wonder like Stevie
I think what was I supposed to write
What was I supposed to read
who am I supposed to be
We on the brink at break neck speed
I mean we Soar through the sky,
Barrel through the tunnels
We deep inside the dungeon
I'm wondering how to solve the puzzle
I mean I'm bound to always hustle
Bound to be so down to ride that I miss the shuttle
Love to get lost in the jungle
I swear Man I almost Had it
It Went away like it was Magic
I missed my stop I don't Panic
Cause down here i'm bound to go Savage
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13. |
Bajo Rio
03:07
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(intro) x2
'stas en lio
esos ruidos
en tu oidos, ah
es sensio
ven con migo
bajo rio, ya
'stoy en lio
estos ruidos
en mi oidos, ah
es sensio
yo me rio
cuando digo, no
(hook)
no te metes en mente que yo tengo paz
solo vete en la corriente nunca para atrás
me canse de todo el ruido, entonces
me escape llendo por rio, dile
lo que pienso y lo que siento no me va fallar
cien porciento en el momento lo que quiero estar
yo no se donde va el rio
pero tengo fe que va pa un citio, para
recuparme de malas que no sirven nada
desacerme de la sería y solo mente amar
déjame andar en mío
porque tengo que o yo no vivo, dije
si me muero y vieron antas de pasar
nos vemos luego no muy lejos de la eterna
me te te en agua fría
ahora descanse en lo que sigue, pero/vamos
(verse 1)
la letra N pa la gente que nos quieren mas
estrellas, lunas, mami mami chulas mueven se pa'aca
planeta gira gira cada dia nunca es igual
el sol me guia guia solo mira lo que esta pa ya
y lo que esta pa tras les dejo con recuerdos de
profundidades, un marreo menos lentos que
sus pensamientos conociendo lo que todo es
ahogate ahora pues y flota con los otro pez
(verse 2)
la letra mediodia melodia conecta
toma toma toda las frecuencias de los otros lados
forma zonas en las lomas donde donde pase el agua
nube sube va pal aire, pura lluvia baja aca
y los que dudan dale duro que es ni fu ni fa
ustedes juran que los escucho pero nos verdad
bajo rio estan mi oidos y los dejo alla
si, sin sonido ven conmigo que nos vamos ya
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(verse 1)
down by the river rocks
deliver visions through reflections that continue thoughts
completely naked in the matrix watch me wiggle ma
some people jaded and too salty
will these pickles rot?
I'm thinking na
can't resist to form alliance with the tyrants
just to piss em' off
if I could I'd kiss you all - mwah
jaws drop - from gravitational pull
problem is I'm out in orbit
not exchanging with fools
a columnist who calls it quits
cause they're not paying for truth
my column is a monolith thats always paying its dues
constant trips between obvious and subtlest moves
make solid states turn their shapes to a viscous ooze
equipped & acquainted with a grip that is aiming
to come and get you too
better get your crew
better get yours too
sending props to if you made this possible
you know I got you and you and you
(verse 2 - Contrast.)
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17. |
In the Distance
02:48
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(verse 1)
I crossed an isthmus
in the thought that I could witness
a prophet preaching prophesies
and march along their interest
attempt at seeking knowledge
understanding it for wisdom
type 'see it to believe it'
pilgrimage to fill the image
not quiet Cythera
united by the millions of
inspired individuals
that saw light and hear it too
construct a shrine to cherish
do with whats around and bare your tools
then era, after era, after era they will stare at you
I blink
before we disembark on chosen
volcanic rock, the sands of god,
we're animals with four limbs
in tandem watch the hands that draw
our plan to stamp a footprint
anonymous to modern us
won't topple after bullshit
I link
with a fellow pellegrino
said hello with a head nod
hails from elsewhere
came to speak through
tales of trotting forward
from four corners just to seek truth
told them I would join them
in the morning we would regroup, to
(chorus)
look out look out
for shapes in the distance
MOST TIMES / wont find a soul
look how look how
they'll raise in an instance
SUNSHINE / behind the coast
look now look now
no trace of existence
CAN'T FIND/ a place to go
look out look out
for shapes in the distance
SOMEWHERE / to call my own
(verse 2)
its ante meridiem
groggy from drinking spirits
probably gon' need a minute
wash out the reek and tinges
pack up whatever fits in
a sheet to place at stick end
and then head off on to the docks where the plot will thicken
give salutations to my shipmate then untie the cleat hitch
we came to praise this but we're craving to go find our own niche
carved out the waves a place to make or break the lives that we live
embark to find whats waiting, waiting
so far its rough seas, that cut deep
motion at the whim of wind
our front teeth, crusty
like stow away ascidians
air sultry, we all see
nothing but this endless pit
taunting our wanting
of somewhere that we've never been
something we can build upon
collaborate the skills aboard
we've paddled out to get this far
no looking back just look for shores
through looking glass we took our oars
and bet on an existence
wait - think I see a shape in the distance
(chorus)
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The Letter Noon New York, New York
Producer Shirman, from Tehran, and Rapper Emma Effers, from Miami, met in Milan and created "The Letter Noon." We make hip-hop music.
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