1. |
Intro
02:30
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Wow
Welcome
Imma try and keep things short, though I have so much to say
And so I wanna start by saying: Thank you for listening
This project means a great deal to me
As I produced every beat, sampled every sample, wrote every lyric
It’s my debut mixtape
And although I got a long way to go, I think this is a hell of a start
It’s over a year in the making, juggling school assignments, work, and music
I fused new shit with some old shit, old shit with some new shit
But at the end of the day it was just about having fun, showing what I’ve got, and making music
I know this ain’t your average sounding intro
But we gon’ let this beat ride and I’ll see y’all in the second track
Bless
(Lights, signs, all in my mind)
(Lights, signs, all in my mind)
(Lights, signs, all in my mind)
(Lights, signs, all in my mind)
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2. |
Lights & Signs
03:56
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Yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh
I’ve been dreaming bout lights, signs, all in my mind
Write rhymes by the night time
I’ll try for a lifetime
No one understands from my side
I don’t give a damn cuz I spy
A future coming soon so I might
Write rhymes by the night time
Lights, signs, all in my mind
I was dreaming ‘bout arenas
Then I woke up and I see I’m at the bottom
My demeanour lift and blossom like the reefer
Smoking Mary Jane
Like a bullet to the brain thoughts splatter on the page
Steady flowing by the litre
Pen to the pad I ain’t ever gonna leave ‘em
Cuz they all I have
I’ll be damned if I see ‘em fall down to the demons
Call out for my freedom
Right now Imma need a small crown
Cuz I’m feeling like I could feed a town up with these rhymes
Look up to me, wisdom I provide
Look up to me, shining like the night
Tables turned and now you wanna ride
But I’ve left the station with my motivation
Just breathing heavy from the elevation
I’m hella faded rising quicker than heaven’s elevator
Bitch I’m accelerating
Lights, signs, all in my mind
Write rhymes by the night time
I’ll try for a lifetime
No one understands from my side
I don’t give a damn cuz I spy
A future coming soon so I might
Write rhymes by the night time
Lights, signs, all in my mind
I’m finna hold it down for my dawgs
YYC yeah the world be ours
Growing up hurting but we leapt for the stars
Carved our scars into constellations
That’s late-night motivation when I’m gone
Late-night conversations from God
Said I’m gonna make it ‘fore dawn
It’s been a long road that I’ve travelled upon
I will not just be a pawn
Call me the King cuz I’m only taking it one step at a time when I want
Put it in gear and then ride when I want
Too many grams up inside of the blunt
Pull that shit once and then rhyme ‘till the sun
Shine through the window, I don’t give a fuck
Cuz no one know that I’m two-faced like pocket kings
Got one for haters and one got dreams
My flow is ace, you know what that means
Ain’t 21 but I got you beat
Many wanna write rhymes like these
Henny bottles don’t define your steez
Plenty tryna write rhymes for the cheese
Get it by any means
Say goodbye to their dreams
Baptized in a sea of lean
Trap lines puffed up full of creatine
I can see the grease
My shit gourmet
No hate, oh wait
I’ve been grilling mothafuckers since the third grade
Like a triple A grade steak
I make no mistakes
Tryna burn me down, that’s a missed stake
My lines keep pace with Usian
Now wassup?
Lights, signs, all in my mind
Write rhymes by the night time
I’ll try for a lifetime
No one understands from my side
I don’t give a damn cuz I spy
A future coming soon so I might
Write rhymes by the night time
Lights, signs, all in my mind
Now switch it up
Can never get enough
And everybody wondering how - never been in love with a passion
If it’s getting rough then I fasten it up
Back to the Future, I’m blasting in front
All of my rivals distracting
They bluff every hand cuz they asking for these handouts
But don’t standout, who you proving?
Doing this right, bitch I’m moving mountains and valleys
I’m proving I came to rally my troops in
Countless hours of improvement
Ceiling been reached now I’m roofing
Flip to my station and tune in
Me n’ my homies just cruising
Drip too much, now we be pooling
Smoother than Klonopin
Call me back when y’all dialled in
And you admit that I’m talented
Before I blow like Osama did
Oh shit man I’m on again, it’s honouring
My knowledge in these rhymes be astonishing the scholars in music
Cuz it’s wrapped around my soul like a moccasin
I’ve locked it in - final answer
Better find a pastor
Cuz I flipping cross my rhymes, my mind, and matter
Crucify me after but I’ll never let the devil in to sign me
Rather, he can try but he’ll never get behind my lacquer
Vinyls fracture from my rhyming stature
At this point in time man I’m no factor
But the lights and the signs are what I be after
Uh
Lights, signs, all in my mind
Lights, signs, all in my mind
Lights, signs, all in my mind
Lights, signs, all in my mind
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3. |
Options // Memory Lane
04:39
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Yeah
Let this beat ride
Uh, uh
Options, options, everybody watching
Bought a Benz, hop in, we precede with caution
Toxins, toxins, fading out my conscience
Lost in nonsense, man a brother’s boxed in
Options, options, everybody watching
Bought a Benz, hop in, we precede with caution
Toxins, toxins, fading out my conscience
Lost in nonsense, man a brother’s boxed in
Options, when I swerve both sides of the interstate
Light up the spliff n’ pray
Higher than the prison rates
Cynics let their insults fire but they ricochet
Silence put ‘em in their place
I can see it on their face
Lyrical miracles, when I rhyme it’s a different pace
Lines is laced up: 23 with no pay stub
But I’m playing every game like the finals
Could lay up or I could shoot for three and drain ‘em
Man I guess you could say I got
Options, options, everybody watching
Bought a Benz, hop in, we precede with caution
Toxins, toxins, fading out my conscience
Lost in nonsense, man a brother’s boxed in
Options, options, everybody watching
Bought a Benz, hop in, we precede with caution
Toxins, toxins, fading out my conscience
Lost in nonsense, man a brother’s boxed in
Uh
Fuck the nicotine and narcotics
I know I’m better without it
Except the green so exotic
Light up and write up this project
Deposit rhymes all the time when I’m faded
No foggy mind though, I see the signs glow, they saying “It’s prophesized”
So I’m finna rise to the greatest
Lines on the pages, finest flows I’m laying
It’s my stories painted on this audio canvas
Metaphors deeper than Mariana’s
Lemme know when you can understand
That I, uh, got options, options, everybody watching
Bought a Benz, hop in, we precede with caution
Toxins, toxins, fading out my conscience
Lost in nonsense, man a brother’s boxed in
Options, options, everybody watching
Bought a Benz, hop in, we precede with caution
Toxins, toxins, fading out my conscience
Lost in nonsense, man a brother’s boxed in
Uh
Uh
Man a brother’s boxed in
Uh
Yeah
Man a brother boxed in
But I’m a fuckin’ locksmith
Like Houdini, can’t see me deceiving from my cockpit
Mastermind this project, flowing so exotic
And when it’s done, take a trip through memory lane like Nas did
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Na-Now let me take a trip down memory lane
I got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some
Hustling’ to bust ‘em, no need for discussion now
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Na-Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Uh, uh, It’s like that y’all
It’s like that
When I’m spittin’ my raps taller than the stacks
My bars piling higher than them multi-storey jail cells
Tales tell of my coming glory
Y’all would trade your commissary for my inventory
This future’s in my bloodline, ain’t no need for Maury
Imma father this dream from here to providence
Profitless right now but that don’t matter for my dominance
Use some common sense: hear that confidence?
Notice how the depth of my flows is bottomless?
I suggest that you set an alarm and stop sleeping on the obvious:
I’m ahead of my time like CD’s to a floppy disk
I’m fresh off the lot, my competition ride jalopy whips
I flow out the box, while my rivals merely copy it
Uh
This dedication now can never be drained
Forever remains up in my brain, the energy gains
The enthalpy flames
Can’t you tell I expertly made every flow
And when I blow I’ll trip through memory lane
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Na-Now let me take a trip down memory lane
I got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some
Hustling’ to bust ‘em, no need for discussion now
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Na-Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Uh, uh, It’s like that y’all
It’s like that
When I’m spittin’ my raps taller than the stacks
Uh, uh, It’s like that y’all
It’s like that
When I’m spittin’ my raps taller than the stacks
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4. |
Then Ya Die
04:46
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Yeah
It’s that life
Yeah
Now I ain’t ever grow up section 8
But maybe I can write this rhyme in hopes you can relate
I ain’t lived it but I’ve lived enough the see the fate
Of brothers and sisters who wishing every working day
That they could break out of the cycle full of trifle despite all the struggle
Wish I could lend a helping hand to fighters who buckle
Too many turning to the streets for the life of the hustle
Cuz when the system fail you, there ain’t time to rebuttal
Currency concentrates in the hands of the free
And by “the free” I mean this world’s elite
While some have sold their soul to stay on their feet
Cutting every corner just so at night they have a place to sleep
That ain’t a point I’d wanna be at in my lifetime
But for some, that’s where they be at for their lifetime
Drugs, money, women, always swimming for a lifeline
Night time, small vacation from a slight high
Or I might just escape it with this trigger, I figured I might as well
No dollar for the future and fewer here for myself
Family can’t rely on each other to brake the spell
And if I’m honest, our congress ain’t harnessing much to help
Sell into the devil, sell into the streets
No one here to help you and then the cycle repeats
Tryna grow as a seed in the shade of the canopy
‘Cept the food chain’s armed with glocks and M16’s
Life’s a bitch and then ya die
Then ya, then ya die (die)
Then ya die
Then ya, then ya die
Life’s a bitch and then ya die
Then ya, then ya die (die, die, die)
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from
My skull 'cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain
Don't go against the grain, simple and plain
Uh, its simple and plain
In this day and this age
That your status is gauged, changed, and defined by your wage
I ain’t really give a fuck if you’re broke or you’re paid
Loyalty and character’s more important to me
I just got on my break, still got something to do
Imma write on this paper for back in the stu
Cherish the times when I rhyme cuz the hours is few
Bearing in mind I still try to maximize my pursuit
But for some without a dime, dreaming’s nothing but food plates
Every night fighting hunger, tryna slumber with due dates on the right of their dresser
Funds is getting lesser
Mood state depressing but gotta keep pressing cuz the bills is too late
And soon they might bring that eviction notice
Convict ‘em homeless
Society’s backbone is fucked - no scoliosis
The prognosis is ignorance
I hoping there’s a fix to this
But power brings corruption so it’s up to us: the citizens
Life’s a bitch and then ya die
Then ya, then ya die (die)
Then ya die
Then ya, then ya die
Life’s a bitch and then ya die
Then ya, then ya die (die, die, die)
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from
My skull 'cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain
Don't go against the grain, simple and plain
Uh
Whatever your grind is, wherever your mind’s at
Remember don’t live in silence, you can’t get your time back
The contract of life ain’t fair when you sign that
Contrived at birth, so first you gotta survive that hurt
Then spend the rest of your life at work
We’re screaming lord please god have mercy on our souls as we go
No dreams to realize that worth
No equal living on this fine flat Earth
Just playing, I know that it’s round
Man it’s bringing me down
And I ain’t talking gravity with what I’m rappin’ ’bout
The upper and lower classes are playing cat and mouse, with currency
‘Cept they ain’t tell us the traps is out
I’m asking now:
If I can put myself in someone else shoes
That’s the least you millionaires and billionaires can do
If you’re living your life, remember some can’t choose
And if that’s you, I wish that choice will come to you soon
Life’s a bitch and then ya die
Then ya, then ya die (die)
Then ya die
Then ya, then ya die
Life’s a bitch and then ya die
Then ya, then ya die (die, die, die)
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from
My skull 'cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain
Don't go against the grain, simple and plain
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5. |
Nottingham & Devon
04:03
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Shoutout Spitta
La da da, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Jetlife for life (till the next life)
Ride or die type shit
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh
$5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park
Nottingham & Devon, my city be what I’m reppin’ now
Writing every second, I’m bussing on that 11 down
Uh
Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh
$5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park
Nottingham & Devon, been busy, that ain’t no question now
Writing every second, but I ain’t stressin’
Cuz
It’s just me and all my homies n’ we riding with the windows down
They the one’s that know me, writing up when I was just a child
Smoking hella let it rise until the ceiling clouds
And let the heavens rain upon us with this wavy sound
Crazy how the haters be swayze nowadays
Hours laid, focused on myself and now I stay out the way, like my ego
I’m a c-note cuz I keep it 100
Green dough be stacking like a depot
It’s L.O.G. and I’m here right now
Call the plumber for my fiends cuz they needa pipe down
Yeah, I said y’all needa pipe down
For now you’re running free, but I’ll take you to the pound
Night falls on a city that steady sleeps
‘Cept for me: cooking bars like a smeltery
My beats is the iron molds, steam rising from my pencil and sheets
Cool ‘em off with ease then spit ‘em harder than metal beams
Several schemes at a time
I tee ‘em up in my mind
When I rhyme it’s like a fast-food drive-thru of lines
I strive to reside with fine views and my pen and pad by my side
So I’ll rhyme through these nights like
Uh
Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh
$5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park
Nottingham & Devon, my city be what I’m reppin’ now
Writing every second, I’m bussing on that 11 down
Uh
Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh
$5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park
Nottingham & Devon, been busy, that ain’t no question now
Writing every second, but I ain’t stressin’ cuz
Uh
Flying home for summer
Writing under my covers
Praying I don’t wake mother
Whispering my verses to myself like how the preacher utter
‘Cept my testament is bread and butter
Eating my beats up like the last supper
I’m a mad puffer got more gas than hummers
Yeah that’s how it is
Homie that’s how I live
I give every fraction of a percent
Man, that’s time well spent
Cuz if I’m doing nothing then I might as well sin
So
It’s L.O.G. and I’m here right now
Call the plumber for my fiends cuz they needa pipe down
Yeah, I said y’all needa pipe down
For now you’re running free, but I’ll take you to the pound
Cuz
The clock’s ticking on my vision, I’m not switching
But the pot’s hissing, insisting the plot thickens
Cuz me without rap’s like the Rock without Kevin
I got central intelligence, my rhymes is the evidence
Uh
Money, cars, fame - three things I’d rather trade for a life of music
Ironic they usually come fused together and not for choosing
Come out the blue and dehumanize your regular life I’m assuming
Cuz I ain’t lived that yet
But my guess is success will make you live like that
Drug suppressing the stresses when you can’t turn back
Adolescents get pressed into until they’re image-flat
Project it to the masses but their moral limit’s snapped, crackled, and popped
Crumble like a rice crispy with some crack on their block
I done put in thought what I’d do if my rapping took off
Talk is cheap but I assure you that I cannot be bought
Yeah
Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh
$5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park
Nottingham & Devon, my city be what I’m reppin’ now
Writing every second, I’m bussing on that 11 down
Uh
Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh
$5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park
Nottingham & Devon, been busy, that ain’t no question now
Writing every second, but I ain’t stressin’ cuz
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6. |
Dream Sooner
03:27
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Yeah
Y’all know it had to happen
Bringing you that old school vibe
Uh, Check it
Y’all know it had to happen
Back to my roots, yeah I’m snapping
I’m rat trapping
Flowing on these beats like rapids
White water rafting over these old school tracks and
I’m feeling flyer than the fucking son of Aladdin
Searching for my Jasmine
Like “What’s up lil momma”
Why don’t you come on over here and we can skip the drama
If you wanna
Shawty be hotter than a fucking sauna
But I’ll kick her to the curb if only want the commas
Cuz
I don’t do this for the fame or the moola
But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner
I don’t do this for the fame or the moola
But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner now
(Why?)
I’ve been patient, more than complacent
Been grinding since day one in my parents basement
I’ve been praying for the day when I can say “I made it”
Realize my dreams and see my idles adjacent now
Ain’t give a fuck about designer clothes
Cuz the legends ain’t remembered for Versace and hoes
But I suppose everybody’s got their own life goals
The difference is mine ain’t motivated by payrolls
Money just fades though
But nobody would say so
Meanwhile Imma grind so my rhymes stay swole
Ha
Money’s nothing to be remembered by
When I die Imma lie in peace knowing music survives
Yeah, yeah, homie that’s how I’m living
I ain’t feel the mileage yet but you know I’m driven
Like it’s automatic but I’ll set the standard for these children
Cuz nowadays there’s like 50 wanna-be’s inside every building
Lil’ this, Lil’ that, Lil’ talent, sounding whack
All flowing shaky like it’s Lil’ Seizure on the track
Fuck that, bring it back to the times of real rap
Imma do it right and put my city on the map cuz
I don’t do this for the fame or the moola
But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner
I don’t do this for the fame or the moola
But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner now
(Why?)
I’ve been patient, more than complacent
Been grinding since day one in my parents basement
I’ve been praying for the day when I can say “I made it”
Realize my dreams and see my idles adjacent now
Yeah, break it down
Break it down, break it down now
Uh
I’m feeling this vibe
And I’m wondering why
We’re sacrificing our art to make a couple more dimes
And lately it just feel like I’m the only one that’s trying
To make it in the game simply for his love of rhymes
For his love of hip hop and not for the wrist watch rolly
And not the piss pot phoney motherfuckers tryna do me wrong
For real, those are the issues that inspired this song
If Imma make it in this game Imma do it my own way
Fuck what they all say
Lately I’m searching for paradise like Coldplay
Living life in my dreams, I hit up them gold gates
But dreaming just ain’t enough so I’m chasing them closely
Followed them mostly but now I want them all
The lights the shows and well earned plaques up on the wall
Heard music’s asking for me so I’m returning it’s call
And if I fall, I’m the only one who’ll be at fault
Quit chasing dolla, dolla bills y’all
Quit chasing dolla, dolla bills
Quit chasing dolla, dolla bills y’all
Quit chasing dolla, dolla bills
I don’t do this for the fame or the moola
But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner
I don’t do this for the fame or the moola
But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner
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I often ask myself, “do I have what it takes?”
And to this day I never truly know
Uh
It’s a quarter past 5 in the morning
My rhymes I’ve been pouring
Birds chime, I’ve been going since 9
That’s my 9-5, no signs of slowing down
My time, no it ain’t right now
But it’s climbing into view
Cuz the lime light’s sour if you tower too soon
Let the fruits of my life ripen underneath the moon
Spit the seeds of my craft, let ‘em blossom and bloom
Keep the pain in my verse and save it all for the booth
Send these bars to the hearse but whip around in the coupe
And leave the birds on read claiming their someone I knew
Cuz if the days get worse, I can turn to the crew
And if I got spare time catch me back in the stu
That’s fuckin’ real, raw, dedication
This world be what I’m facin’
But I’m just a kid in a basement
Uh
Now that’s real, raw, dedication
I’ve got dreams I’ve been chasin’
But I’m just a kid in a basement
Uh, yeah
I’m just a kid in a basement
There isn’t no replacement
I spit it like it’s raining
A hurricane of phrasing
Ain’t no eye of the storm, just the eye of the tiger
Cuz when my life is getting rocky I add fuel to the fire
I aspire from messiahs that graced a mic and inspired entire generations
To seek a higher level and never settle
Write from my mental, I tire pencils
Desire central to the prior metaphor
I keep getting more higher than before
I just let the door fly off the hinges and some more
With these flows you just can’t ignore
Can he keep going? That’s for sure
I has to blow
The grass has grown greener on my patch of rap’s arena
The rats are getting keener
But you can’t surpass a dreamer like me
Keep the reefer pipe clean
But I get higher than the rest with just the bless of my dreams
Ain’t a mess behind scenes
But I’m pressed for time
Please dear god, gimme will while I write these rhyme schemes
That’s real, raw, dedication
This world be what I’m facin’
But I’m just a kid in a basement
Uh
Now that’s real, raw, dedication
I’ve got dreams I’ve been chasin’
But I’m just a kid in a basement
Uh
Imma try and flip the game like recipocal
State of mind ain’t typical
Pivotal visuals flooding my brain like biblical holy waters
I’m growing stronger with every thought I ponder
Late night my mind wonders
Imaginary honours I’m accepting
I conjure up all these blessings
Should be sleeping but deep in my mind I’m on the stage expressing my gratitude
To friends and family who helped me live a life that I ain’t live yet
Now that’s a true definition of a dreamer
Never switching on ‘em either
Ever since I saw it deeper in myself, I’ve drawn eager
Clawed nearer to my visions
Tall cedars in the business
All leaders and all teachers for when I listen
And now I’m spittin’ the illest of rhymes
Feeling sublime
See you at the finishing line
Cuz I’m the tortoise and I’m taking my time
You the hare always jumping to conclusions
And falling off your shit like how the Icecaps moving
Uh
That’s real, raw, dedication
This world be what I’m facin’
But I’m just a kid in a basement
Uh
Now that’s real, raw, dedication
I’ve got dreams I’ve been chasin’
But I’m just a
Uh
I’m just a kid in a basement
And so when I ask myself, “do I have what it takes?”
I simply reply: “I have the dedication”
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8. |
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Uh
Shout out Young Sinatra
Mad love from up North
Uh, uh
“Wake up, wake up”
“Dammit Logan, wake up”
“Man some fuckers chasing us”
“I ain’t fuckin’ playin’ bruh”
Eyes wide
I’m in the passenger side
With my homie Ry making the whip slide in and out of traffic
Now he’s handing me his 9, its loaded out of habit
I ain’t panicked but still I ain’t tryna catch a casket
Semi automatic gunfire from the back end
I turn around and see brother Big J with a gat n’ he’s strapped in
But his hands out the window
Finna cash out like tenfold if we make it outta this hell hole
Death row where we riding
Exchanging bullets, they flying like the signage
Firing at their tires but it caught one of their drivers down
Uh
I seen ‘em spiral out into the streets
The other car was still persisting and turned up the heat
Back glass shattered, my sweat was steady perspiring
Moments after we could hear the steady drone of sirens
Uh
Red and blue was on our ass bucking fast
I told Ry to hit the fucking gas so we blasted off from the holster
Cops coming closer
Turn back and see Big J clutch his shoulder
Situation unfolding from bad to worse
Prayed to god one of us ain’t leave the scene in a hearse
But these fiends won’t disperse
Big J needing a shirt
He found a towel, tied it ‘round him like shit ain’t even hurt
Cuz in the times like these you’re blessed to leave with your life
Blowing stop signs, please let us see the other side
If the cop lights bleed homie veer to the right
Hope the opp ride leads the pd outta sight
Uh, uh
And when the time came
My brother swerved out of our lane onto the highway
The perps couldn’t follow us, I saw ‘em drive straight
No coppers merging on with us, go head to my place
Some time later we on the backroads
Harrowed by the narrow escape, stay in the shadows
But around the corner
We saw a car from the former altercation
I saw ‘em racin’ fast
Coming towards us
Uh
We whipping back and forth
Load in my mag and pour bullets
We packing more, casings scatter on the floor
Plaques galore waiting for ‘em at the morgue man
Asking for it with their heads out of the door man
Channel 4 will cover their ass’s in the morn’ man
For another story, mothers mourning
“Stay focused Logan”
Brother, homie, son, grandson, boyfriend, and peer to those that know me
This is life or death, I’m thinking ‘bout them grieving for me
Pop
There goes a tire now we spiralling out
Over the curb side, blurred sight, we tryna get down
Sitting ducks, what the fuck we do now?
Open the side door and fly towards a high rise housing complex
There’s rounds and objects firing every which direction
Wonder how I’m not dead, full of lead
I said “follow me!” but only voice replied
They caught my homie Ry, that’s the last time I’d see him alive
Uh
Can’t turn back to exchange our last words
That hurt me most and these bastards won’t slow ‘till we’re captured
Or more likely splattered in our own blood
I clattered through the lobby with Big J
And we gathered our thoughts for a second
Just lost one of our brethren
The opps are coming I’m guessing
I’m stressin’, gotta keep pressing cuz our lives depend on it
We ‘rounding the bend of the apartment hallway
It ends so we started to ascend up it
Two steps a stride through the stairwell
The air’s stale
Said a prayer for myself and farewell
Came out on the roof, but unaware as hell
Cuz I turned back to see that Big J wasn’t there still
What the fuck!?
He was right behind me
Sweating a tsunami now
My insides fold like origami around my stomach
Heart plummets when I heard the obvious sound of
[Pop, pop, pop]
Nausea clouds my judgement, hardly allowed me to think straight
Blink. Wait, was that the opps or Big J?
I don’t know, but I’m at my brink
Fate pulled me closer to the door
It flew open, now I’m on the floor
A single foe walked through
This the moment he’d been waiting for
Now his boots pinning my back
Flipped me over, I saw his face and spat
He gave me a smack
A smile he cracked all the while he packed his clip
Wasn’t gonna be a trial man, that was it
Blood dripping from my forehead and lips
I blew him a kiss
So he cocked his shit and popped my wrists
At least I got on his line before I dropped dead fish
He aimed the gun at my dome, my last thoughts went quick
Damn, I had the craziest dream
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Uh
Good morning
Today is a day that’s very important
But you don’t know it
Flying to the city where your dreams lay dormant
Awaiting orbit
Step out to your parents porch and say your goodbyes
Father’s teary eyed - mirrors of mine
He’s letting you go, keep all your fears inside son
And you’ll be fine son
But dad, who will I be when my time comes?
He said
“I want you to be someone you’ll miss”
“Your heart is on your sleeve please don’t forget”
I said “I just wanna be someone more than this, more than me”
Uh
So when I hit that road away from home
I prayed that I wouldn’t sell soul
Slowly wrote about the days away spent on my own
All alone in my dorm room, no one knowing what I’m going through
Wonder how my friends at home had grew
Guess I’ll know soon when I finally fly home next
Told ‘em everything here’s going fine out west
Writing rhymes as therapy, that’s how I express my emotions
And I’ve coping alright I guess but I confess:
My dreams were bigger than tracks
I wanna be like Doom or Lupe
Even if that means I kick and push myself ‘till I’m speaking in rap
I set a mic up and I loved the feeling I had
When my own beat came on, poured my small heart out
Recorded my first song, called “It All Starts Now”
But I worried ‘bout people’s thoughts, would it all fall down?
I called my mom up she said “you gotta calm those doubts”
She said
“I want you to be someone you’ll miss”
“Your heart is on your sleeve please don’t forget”
I said “I just wanna be someone more than this, more than me”
Uh so I thought about that
Long and hard, and I came to the conclusion
My music’s already more than me
And if people don’t like it
Then, they don’t deserve my attention
I’m ascending, been chillin’ in a new rhyme dimension
Not to mention my intention’s never really for the money or the pension
The direction on my compass is spinning in a random circumference
Cuz mentally I’m at the top already with my abundance of rhymes
If you ain’t get that last line, go get magnetized
Clean flows my favourite past time, got y’all sanitized
Santa’s eyes see more presence in me than half the nights he’s delivered gifts
Think about it, man: I’ve maximized my potential
Talent central nothing else but pad and pencil
Mind and matter
I would rather write for life ‘till the final chapter
I don’t have another vision
Tunnelled out like the Egyptian pyramids
Ancient inscriptions
What they read: I’m a missing piece to this rap puzzle
Talking smack? Bitch get a muzzle
Make it double cuz you’re talking out your ass
It ain’t subtle to understand I’m a prophet
My parents saw it
I brought this from nothing
Promise I’ll always be someone that I’ll miss
Uh
Someone I’ll miss, someone I’ll miss, someone, someone I’ll miss
Someone, someone I’ll miss, someone I’ll miss, someone I’ll miss
Someone, someone I’ll miss
Someone I’ll miss, someone I’ll miss, someone I’ll miss, someone, someone I’ll miss,
Someone I’ll miss, someone, someone I’ll miss
Someone I’ll miss, someone, someone I’ll miss
Yeah
Stay closer to your family
They’re all you’ll have sometimes
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(Uh)
(La da da, yeah yeah)
(Jetlife)
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain’t here for the pinky rings
Or the platinum gold with the diamond chains
If that’s your goals then we ain’t on the same page
You a Plain Jane, I’m with Mary J.
Staying elevated like a pilot
Check my iris but my vision’s clear through my eyelids
Thinkin’ to myself ‘bout the finest rhymes that I can piece together in my mind now
Spit ‘em out and then write ‘em down
Hit the blunt and ignite the sound
We in the cut like stitches are
Never switching far cuz my sights down
Indica stacking in the jar
Take a hit to Mars
Then come right down (right down)
Quiet now
Not a sound
The haters is sleeping, don’t wanna wake the crowd
Underdog to the death but I ain’t in the pound
Never sweat when I shoot, I don’t hit rebounds
Nothing but, nothing but net with my first try
Got a birds-eye-like view of hoop as I burn by
Ain’t a point guard but my points fly
No delta, ain’t no D when I’m out there
And I ain’t breathing no stale air, fuck the airfare
I’m in quarantine for my welfare
With my melody, melody, melodies
Yeah I’ve been cooking but ain’t sharing recipes
Lemony flows, let ‘em marinate slow like shawarma but I ain’t no Lebanese tho
Uh
Hennessy, Hennessy, Hennessy I ain’t been drinking but my homies better be
Rhyming like endlessly - blood flowing through my brain so much I cannot feel my extremities tho
Quiet now
Not a sound
The haters is sleeping, don’t wanna wake the crowd
Underdog to the death but I ain’t in the pound
Never sweat when I shoot, I don’t hit rebounds
No pressure, I’m a professor on this lyrical court with pro lectures
Showboat textures
Hannibal Lector, on the beat cuz I eat flows for breakfast
Grown so restless, imma need some bedspreads
No gold necklace, chain, or a setlist
But I’m a force to be reckoned with
Wars so devilish, leave red shores from my weaponry
Tryna step to me? Better get your running shoes on
Cuz I been like miles ahead of you, while you upset, with my money moves on
I just been focused on rhyming and grinding and timing the one thing I do strong
My life ain’t a movie yet but it ain’t dubious cuz I’ll be coming soon to own
I’ve been pressing every night
Not mention I’m inside day to day like all the time
Ain’t been stressing but I might (but I might)
Jot some lessons while I write (while I write)
I’ve been checking all my plans twice (plans twice)
Ain’t got no deal and no advance price (-vance price)
But that don’t matter to my fans or myself cuz
I would rather take the hands I was dealt cuz
It’s Black Jack, I’m 21 now so pass that and stack that
Then see me grow up through my past raps
On a fast track, got nexus all in my gas cap
I’ve amassed vast quantities of master class raps
Lay ‘em back to back, track to track
And everybody still has to ask:
If I, got a little more
Caught up at the morgue
My bad for killing this man, I got a little bored
I was gonna dumb it down
Now I’m running my mouth like a faucet of metaphors
And you’re wondering how:
I, spit this like sunflower seeds
Never run outta weed
Off the blunt how I feed like
Everybody eat, bon appétit
But come on, grab a seat
You was on after me like
Quiet now
Not a sound
The haters is sleeping, don’t wanna wake the crowd
Underdog to the death but I ain’t in the pound
Never sweat when I shoot, I don’t hit rebounds
(La da da, yeah yeah)
(Jetlife)
(La da da, yeah yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
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11. |
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Let’s take this from a different perspective
Cuz you never truly know
Uh
I tend to focus on myself cuz that’s all that keeps me well
Society ain’t care for you unless you faulting wealth
And school would rather see me in the street or in the cell
So I dropped out but never truly fell
I’m trying to prevail but I ain’t got room to grow man
Cuz I been through more stamps than a postman
Two jobs since seventeen and I’m still broke
Damned while I stay afloat
Hand ties and still I’m forced to find a way to cope
Fast forward a few years
In my youth still but ain’t no youth here
Only a sinner from a swimmer with sunken dreams
He’s bitter, society flipped him the finger
Said “Try your luck with this trigger, you’ll figure it out”
Matter of fact, I’m in the kitchen right now
Pushing this rock on the block, guess I figured it out
About time that my grind starting paying my downs
And yet they wonder why I can’t make it out
If it comes down to man, I know my choices
Either sell or you buy for life, I hear the voices
So go ahead pick your poison
Pick your poison
Uh, no time for pity or a different life
Quickly whipping up the white
Make my city grip them pipes
I got what they need, they got what I want, money
I’m the queen bee, keep em working for my, honey
One day, and I can make a killing from this bumpy snow
Watch my neighbours come and go
New block every year or so
Flip my flow like I’m flipping dough
Dripping like their dripping throats
Y’all houses is level, I live in the slopes now now
Bring my dope down down
Bullet-proof under my clothes, you never know how, how it’ll go
Second amendment I hold ‘round, ‘round
I want no problems to hollow my home town town
Uh, we all choose how to live, I just chose not to drown
Saw the shoes as I kid, now I’m filling ‘em out
People bought from ‘em then, and people buy from me now
I’m on top from my sins, devil’s plot from the clouds
If it comes down to man, I know my choices
Either sell or you buy for life, I hear the voices
So go ahead pick your poison
Pick your poison
Time flies, now I’m laundering
Several detergents with urgent clients, man I’m prospering
Conjuring cash only from the hustler’s I’ve been fatherin’
Wandering ‘round the house tryna find an open spot fit
Next week’s profits, bank deposits kept in the safe room closet
I can barely fold my wallet
But the gauntlet’s still waitin’ if I ain’t get what was promised
I’m lawless, cuz weakness is preyed upon in this office
And I ain’t tryna lose my fuckin’ spot this quick
I brought this shit to here from the block brick shifts
I got this rich from addiction hostages
Know God wishes I would finally stop business with the devil
I rebelled away and settled my fate:
Head on a plate, or maximum security level state prisons
I made decisions I wouldn’t make another way
Cuz if I did, I’d simply end up in the same place,
If it comes down to man, I know my choices
Either sell or you buy for life, I hear the voices
So go ahead pick your poison
Pick your poison
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12. |
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Uh, Ayo, Ayo
Motherfuckers ain’t ill, they know, they know
Motherfuckers wanna kill, ain’t no halos
Running ‘round looking for thrills they sold their soul
And they know they owe, the devil and he be stone cold
But when I smoke he be lifted off his own toes
I ain’t rapping for the cheese, no provolone
But I’ve been out upon the block grating cold flows
Uh, it seems like all they hear is static
Rapping be my habit that’s inspired by the classics
Word to Illmatic
Word to Outkast
If you walk a mile in my shoes, you’re one-eighth B-Rabbit
I’m spitting like it’s magic, how’d it happen? I don’t know
White boy the illest for miles with heightened flow
5’10 alive but 9-5 on the rhymes
Matter of fact, some nights I be writing ‘till it’s 5, o’clock in the morning
But flowing’s never boring
I’m pouring every important thought my mind be forming onto the page
Smoother than orange juice that’s made with no pulp
My competition takes some big gulps, no 7/11
I wrote this verse in 1 session
Ain’t got time for digestion
Right now my hunger is pressing
Cuz I’m loading my clip and every bullet is destined
Bitch I’m talking ‘bout my verses, ain’t no Smith and no Wesson
Now wassup?
Uh, Ayo, Ayo
Motherfuckers ain’t ill, they know, they know
Motherfuckers wanna kill, ain’t no halos
Running ‘round looking for thrills they sold their soul
And they know they owe, the devil and he be stone cold
But when I smoke he be lifted off his own toes
I ain’t rapping for the cheese, no provolone
But I’ve been out upon the block grating cold flows
Uh
Only God knows
Yeah
Cuz only God knows
Uh
Only God knows
Uh yeah now only God knows, that explains why I still remember
Haters tryna send me letters, I’m returning to sender
My agenda ain’t got the time for such effortless efforts
And lately I ain’t got no mind for such measureless measures
Cuz I been kicking this old school
Y’all been tripping off toadstools
Sleeping on me like the cold flu
Probably most do
I done rose two levels with these instrumentals that I wrote too
Uh
I’m just sending a message
My rivals are simply a checklist
Of who I’m finna pass up next bitch
A single verse of mine is more divine than your entire setlist
Smithing up my craft got me feeling like the Fresh Prince
Breath mints are nothing to the freshness of my rhymes
Got excess supply in mind, cuz I’m destined to provide
Invested my life story
No questions arise for me cuz I’m undisputed
I’m suited but the cheque arrives slowly still
Uh, Ayo, Ayo
Motherfuckers ain’t ill, they know, they know
Motherfuckers wanna kill, ain’t no halos
Running ‘round looking for thrills they sold their soul
And they know they owe, the devil and he be stone cold
But when I smoke he be lifted off his own toes
I ain’t rapping for the cheese, no provolone
But I’ve been out upon the block grating cold flows
Uh
Only God knows
The plot grows, protagonist spot chosen for me
Derozan’s score sheet on my own beats
Only L.O.G. I’m never lonely
Holy melodies I’m writing slowly
Roll the rollies and blow trees, then I get cooking up like roast beef
My rhymes is the groceries
Designed a whole feast
Michelin star tracks, sat in fine upholstery lined with gold seams
When I rhyme, check the balance cuz I’m on another level
My pencil never settles cuz I be writing from my mental, uh
Vision central, raising my potential
Then turn that shit kinetic and let it be monumental, uh
Cuz only god knows
Uh
Only god knows
Uh
Cuz only god knows
Uh
Only god knows
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What’s power to a king in the presence of a god?
Ask my competition, even though I’m at the start
Long trek, onset to be a fuckin’ star
But the jungle steady rumbles, will it tear my ass apart?
À la carte what I want from this rap game
Traps laid, putting fires out like an ashtray
My half-brain speed’s your fast lane
Fill up my gas tank with metaphors as they ignite to blast ‘way
8-speed transmission amphetamines
I’m driven by better means to castaway
Writing my past away on this paper
Need no eraser
Spit what’s on my mind and write it later
Cuz I got layers of graphite labours on these pages
Uh, I’m talking phrases, uh, cuz my rhymes are always mint, fresher cadence
Uh, And I’ll be higher than a blimp at my greatest
Uh, So keep an eye out for me and keep your patience, uh
Only a few
will understand
and appreciate what's about to happen (Only a few man)
Das E.F.X., come in!
Yeah
Well I’m a super duper rhymer rhymer
Spitting fresh and finer finer
Every time I, time I pick the mic up I’m a line designer
I got desire taking me higher n’ higher with no lighter
The fibres of my body stay lifted, clothesliner
No dryer for my flows, foes lined up like them hoes
For the rose gold iPhone from the store now
Your network slows down while I rap in 5G
Service never goes out metaphors at high speed
I see your internet explorer ass behind me
Y’all just got the message, I’m waiting for a reply please
My steez higher than fireworks on July 6 minus 2
Simple math ain’t hard to do on the fly bitch
I stitch these bars together
Denser than bottom pressures of the ocean
Y’all can’t measure
Baking soda and ketchup
Imma mess up these beats so call a stretcher
Queue me up and I’ll set ya headphones on fire and nothing lesser
Wassup?
Only a few
will understand
and appreciate what's about to happen (Only a few man)
Das E.F.X., come in!
Yeah
See I’m a stain in the game, feeling young, broke, and infamous
Lungs for my wishing list
Blunt tokes is nothing for breath control spittin’ this
As for me it’s business as usual
My litmus is neutral because my flow is balanced but it’s suitable
Ceramics in the crucible are heating up to my dynamic musical talent and flows
The ballots is closed
By unanimous vote
My analysis shows
That I’m the greatest who happened to know
Tell ‘em what you really know
Uh
Sometimes I lose perspective on what really matters
Plenty factors I could blame for that but I know it’s me in my busy patterns
Losing sight but I don’t need glasses to set my manners straight
And realize it’s a blessing to even rap today
For those who wondering why, let me elaborate
Cuz circumstances have their ways of adding extra baggage weight
Like if you had to race with a feather on your shoulders
Or a broken family, drug addiction, and debt with all that agony
I know which path you’d take
But it’s a harsh reality some people have to face
Without a choice or the means to achieve a lavish fate
That’s why I never treat my dreams casually, that’s my way
Maybe I’m selfish
But I couldn’t fight this feeling since I felt it
I can’t stop dreaming now
Though the world keeps spinnin’ ‘round
Maybe I’m selfish
But I couldn’t fight this feeling since I felt it
I can’t stop dreaming now
Though the world keeps spinnin’ ‘round and round it goes
‘Round we go on a journey hundreds of million miles
Been a while since my early days, I was a different child
Different style, didn’t comprehend my privilege in this wild and hostile environment
Thinking I would just grow up and make it big somehow - what a careless act
I was born with a gift, wish I had cherished that all the way
Giving my all today cuz I’m staring at my conscious in the mirror
And it be staring back, smiling
Knowing I’ve been grinding
Finding myself in all this writing
And learning ‘bout the world that I reside in
Finally, I found something I can take some pride in
Saw the signs when I was 10 but didn’t start applying
Till I was 17 when I composed my first beat
Something ‘bout it spoke to me, I found my missing piece
I know I’m nothing perfect, there’s always room to increase my talent
But understand that this is all I’ll ever, need
Maybe I’m selfish
But I couldn’t fight this feeling since I felt it
I can’t stop dreaming now
Though the world keeps spinnin’ ‘round
Maybe I’m selfish
But I couldn’t fight this feeling since I felt it
I can’t stop dreaming now
Though the world keeps spinnin’ ‘round and round it goes
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round it goes
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round it goes
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round it goes
Yeah
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round it goes
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round it goes
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round it goes
Yeah
Yeah
This is only the beginning
Logan Wood
Thank y’all for listening
See y’all soon
Bless
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