1. |
Harbinger
01:58
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Heaux, I’m sunk in a zone...
This shit a vibe,
I coulda wrote me a song.
But instead,
I’m stuck in My head
Hummin' and...Mumblin'
Great takes
that’ll prolly never even make
they way on tape.
Flow so meta
Manipulating’ syllables & lettas,
Piecing poetic prose togetha’
Even heauxs know I'm betta.
Steve speaks
magnifique
While manhandling beats'n
Preaching Masterpieces
While sounds pound
Up out these Alesis...
...Speakers.
Flow so hard,
Hit wit the force of a
photon Bomb
You couldn't cause a nigga harm
If you had Voltron's arms.
Get it together.
Cuz I been gettin it
Since ever,
Waiting for for niggas at the
Future since 0'11.
Somebody call them a reverend
cuz Steven's in demon-mode
in desperate need
of someone to run up
& clean his heathen soul
That nigga eatin'
ain't even leavin'
da bones for da dog,
Off his rocker
But neva known to
rock off da metranome.
Yo biggest L ain't shit to me
but a minor stepping stone.
Gone’head & gitcha weapons drawn
I woke up, chose violence
& got my fuckin’ breakfast on!
No country for old men
So I’m strap’d like I’m ridin’ to Mexico.
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2. |
88' Civ
03:48
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E used to come scoop me in da Civ’
Back in ‘92
I had just enrolled in school.
But I ain’t have no gear or game.
I was surrounded by everythang
PeeWee taught me was cool
But I knew deep down inside
I really ain't...
The Cool girls thought I was too square,
Square girls thought I was too cool.
So all a young brotha ever knew
Was these beats & these rhymes
Off this DR-5 was gone hit.
On a long enough timeline
‘Cuz I knew we was tha shhhh…..
A Tascam 4 track
Had them hood tapes lit,
Whoeva parents outta town,
let’s throw party at da crib.
heauxs from all da schools
Came thru
Smokin' dope & drankin’ liquor,
Plenty white girls & niggas.
Doin’ thangs ALL our parents
Whoop our ass fo’
All in the spirit of being young
And dumb.
Until somebody snitched,
Now here the police come.
Can’t call call PeeWee
So I REALLY hope that E’ll come
scoop me in da Civ’
Back in ‘92
I had just enrolled in school.
But I ain’t have no gear or game.
I was surrounded by everythang
Pee-Wee taught me was cool
But I knew deep down inside
I really ain't...
The Cool girls thought I was too square,
The Square girls thought I was too cool.
So all a young brotha ever knew
Was these beats & these rhymes
Off this DR-5 was gone hit....
When E would come scoop me in Da Civ'
Brothas came up at da same time
wit' da same goals (same goals...same goals)
One Brotha did it for the love of the game...
& Da otha for da Folks...
(SAME MISSION I SUPPOSE)
Feelin’ good after volleyball practice,
Crashin' soon as I get back
My momma askin' "What’s happen’n?"
I’m like “My head bangin’ I need me some asprin...
...and to lay my head down 'cuz my migraine actin’”
She said she’ll be right back and
I’m in my head laughin’...
Knowin’ da whole time
I’m a blowed ass bastard!!!
Mind gone,
Can't wait till she leave my ass alone
So I can throw these headphones
on and find my zone.
Got my paper,
Got my pen...
Dope beats
Courtesy of Big E
Bump thru the Koss on my ears.
Thinkin’ in my head,
"I can’t wait till Foke hear this,
Next time we finna hit the stu again"
and E’ll come scoop me in da Civ’
Back in ‘92
I had just enrolled in school.
But I ain’t have no gear or game.
I was surrounded by everythang
Pee-Wee taught me was cool
But I knew deep down inside
I really ain't...
The Cool girls thought I was too square,
The Square girls thought I was too cool.
So all a young brotha ever knew
Was these beats & these rhymes
Off this DR-5 was gone hit....
When E would come scoop me in Da Civ'
Brothas came up at da same time
wit' da same goals (same goals...same goals)
One Brotha did it for the love of the game...
& Da otha for da Folks...
(SAME MISSION I SUPPOSE)
I ain’t got no
Flower
In da grinder
Baye-beh!
So I can’t smoke...
I can’t smoooke... (X's 2)
...when E would come scoop me in Da Civ'.
Back in ‘92
I had just enrolled in school.
But I ain’t have no gear or game.
I was surrounded by everythang
Pee-Wee taught me was cool
But I knew deep down inside
I really ain't...
The Cool girls thought I was too square,
The Square girls thought I was too cool.
So all a young brotha ever knew
Was these beats & these rhymes
Off this DR-5 was gone hit....
When E would come scoop me in Da Civ'
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3. |
Hidden Blessing
03:04
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Damn nigga,
I am old as shit.
I am exactly how old
Niggas is, when niggas say
That nigga ova there
is too damn old to spit.
Yet, here I is.
And Lord willing,
Still living more...
For all my niggas who
Ain't live to see 40 at all.
I got so many memories in my rearview
It’s getting tough to see how much more
I can fit back there.
My knees crackin’
And I’m runnin low
On jet black hairs...
Listen, nothing makes you more
Aware of your mortality
Than watching than old friends be stretched out
Cuz then YOU stressed out...
And every heartbeat you feel skip
Gitchu paranoid that it’s even more than it is.
But beneath that paranoia is a benefit
Cuz now I now I feel the value of every minute that I get.
I’m getting' longer in the tooth
And shorter on days,
Got My salt & pepper showin
All over my face...yo, that’s a blessing.
Hidden Blessiings. (x2)
(Outro - I was drunk and speaking from the heart...I ain't typing all that shit out LOL)
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4. |
We Always ft. Kitty
01:58
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Baby, why we always mess it up?
Thinkin just bcuz
we love to touch each other
That we are in love...
We don’t even trust each other
Askin Muthafucka, Where you was?
I seen’tchu in da club...
We really used to be cool (Yuuup)
We really use to just kick it. (Sho'll did)
Til da night we got fk’d up
And you took these inches.
Now we can’t even be cool
You always accuse
Pushin' my buttons
Until I start cussin
And ackin’ a fool.
Then what do I do?
Take you to lunch...
Roll’up a blunt...
Promise I’ll change...
& keep doin da same
I Sedate you wit Dick.
You seduce me wit sex
You cussin' me out,
Then I'm grabbin' yo neck!
((We both manipulate
We both instigate
Can't differentiate
Between lust & hate.
Too addicted
To tempting fate...))
Baby, why we always mess it up?
Thinkin just bcuz
we love to touch each other
That we are in love...
We don’t even trust each other
Askin Muthafucka, Where you was?
I seen’tchu in da club...
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5. |
breaking promises
03:10
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I made a promise
not to
write a song bout us...baby, I feared the Jynxx...
But a brotha can't help
the way that he feel and think,
So before I knew it,
In a blink
I was spillin'
feelins
in ink...
Every page was like anotha lifetime,
on an alternate timeline,
moving in parallel...
yet somehow still feeling like I'm
grooving on a carousel...
Cuz I've been here before,
that's what these feelings implore...
in the presence of your Being
I appreciate breathing MORE…
Somehow,
you even got this old owl
To start sleeping more.
I wanna be poetic
Using metaphors & parables
But I’ve never felt this before,
So what am I comparing to?
I close my eyes to fall asleep
And all that’s there is you,
...and that beautiful belly
Carrying our Son.
I spent my whole life
always havin so much
but I've never felt the force
Of when you finally found The One. (til now)
I made a promise
not to
write a song bout us...baby, I feared the Jynxx...
But a brotha can't help
the way that he feel and think,
So before I knew it,
In a blink
I was spillin'
feelins
in ink...
Every page was like anotha lifetime,
on an alternate timeline,
moving in parallel...
...breaking promises.
I made a promise NOT to write a song about….US.
Still ain’t let go of yo soul
Since the first time we touched.
Scooped yo ass up off that couch
And gave you AWL my love.
Gave you my soul back in exchange,
Cuz I can’t get enough.
Look at US babygirl…half a decade in.
Already on a level ain’t neither one of us eva been.
It was crazy meeting you,
After being through
So many zany times,
You accepted me whole,
Fed my soul
And healed my mind.
Held me down thru my divorce
A Step-mom to my kids,
Always supportive
In spite of all my baggage & bullshit.
From more cases in court
To my jacked up credit score
What the hell we buildin’ toward?
You never judged me
Or put noone above me...
How the hell did I get so lucky...
..to break promises.
I made a promise
not to
write a song bout us...baby, I feared the Jynxx...
But a brotha can't help
the way that he feel and think,
So before I knew it,
In a blink
I was spillin'
feelins
in ink...
Every page was like anotha lifetime,
on an alternate timeline,
moving in parallel...
...breaking promises.
Still breaking promises."
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7. |
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