1. |
100%!
01:40
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80s baby happy belated
We made it out the crab bucket lightly sedated with scars on our ankles
You either shooting or you been assisting with them angles
I'm angular with the rules
This game bout as predictable as a coin toss
Y'all all chump change a bunch of coinstars
My culture coins a phrase the world bites off
Your culture killed and enslaved so now we on yall
Wardrobe change to get these jokes off
Nobody in your family owns land
And its hard to land a job
And the water's still toxic an hour north of Lansing
All the dismounts and you still stick the landing
And nobody is standing
In the stands with their #1 finger up
Round the way its an everyday thing for us
So when the winter breaks, the streets heating up
Bodies sunny side up family worries bout us
I'm gone
And I'm not coming back
I've grown
And I've known
Aint no turning back
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2. |
Simon!
02:37
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I woke up not you and that's a great thing
So I glide through the room like the skate team
Been on a trivial pursuit till the safes clean
Make moves ask questions when the train leaves
Twead suit with the bowler to match
My suitcase a 911 Safari on the back
Stickers from the shows of bands that never made it
And tshirts for women to wear before they're naked
We've lived a full life and then some
But that dont mean we on a farewell tour
That mean we back for, something we seen but didnt grab before
They show us love like the Black Keys home from tour
Flows nicer than Michelle Branch
Wrote my way to a bag double that then we invest
From now on nobody talk to me directly
You call Holbrook and then from there we'll get active
I dont want a lot of things in this world, I want it all/Its that simple
Its nothing I can do for you dog if you cant see the big picture
From now on nobody talk to me directly
You call Holbrook and then from there we'll get active
I never could become an agent
I think its selfish when you know you not ready to stop playin
Bum knee but my shot still amazing
None of you bums exist without a playlist
Jean Jacket in ya art musuem
We know the artifacts names when we see em
Africobra still alive through this black art
Throw on a Nick Cave suit for the show start
I'm not patient/So I need to see ya hands in the air right now for the greatness
We not retro, we not vintage
This is the lords work, the devils henchman
Same year they kicked out Bob Stinson
I felt younger than ever when I had spit this
So nah nobody talk to me directly
You call Holbrook and then from there we get active
I dont want a lot of things in this world, I want it all/Its that simple
Its nothing I can do for you dog if you cant see the big picture
From now on nobody talk to me directly
You call Holbrook and then from there we'll get active
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It is past the point for you to not be aware of the flow
I float like we have never been aware of the flo'
Feel like I been humble so long
That my karma should add up to a couple free verses from Hov
Used to think that I would blow
Back when Mike Jones was tipping on 44's
So many careers have come and gone
The metric that they use to cover success made me the black sheep with curls
Scott Pilgrim vs The World, but man
I swear that it (is getting old)(yeah)
Watching y'all talk like pros but act like hoes
All the while disrespecting the code
Like they ain't tryna microchip every last one of our skulls (man)
What a drag it is getting old
Kids are different today
What a drag it is getting old
Mother needs something today to calm her down
It is past the point to be pointless don't waste steps
Put fire to the end of a joint tip and take breath
They don't play yo joints 'less you acting a fool
Or packing a tool
He overdosed with Ac' in his drool
Niggas is j's out here I be afraid I swear
They locking niggas up who y'all think braid y'all hair in there
Or twist your dreads up this just a head's up
I ain't saying be scared of the feds
Just getcho bread up on the low
What a drag it is getting old
Life's just much too hard today
What a drag it is getting old
Kids are different today
What a drag it is getting old
Mother needs something today to calm her down
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4. |
Eyex3!
01:50
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Catch me in the middle of the function moving like the eye of a storm
We ready for the fuck shit if something goes wrong
I been running all week so its drinks on me we been singing offkey like
Dont give a fuck if you're a sexy mama
Dont give a fuck if you're the cats pajamas
Dont give a fuck if you do what you want to
Dont give a fuck if you're the shit
My homegirl try to shame over green texts
She'll be asking all her friends did we leave yet
I been searching for respect we ain't seen yet
Who else bringing more money to the scene
That's the right kinda green yall be worried bout the wrong shit
We the pulse you might wanna check ya own wrist
From homelessness to honing in
Another flight then we home again
We live life & you stuck I can see it in your eyes
Dont give a fuck if you're a sexy mama
Dont give a fuck if you're the cats pajamas
Dont give a fuck if you do what you want to
Dont give a fuck if you're the shit
Flows the Poconos
We got drinks in here and if you wanna go and hit the slopes
Its no judge we accustomed to vices bro
Just... control ya urge to fumble quotes
Or drop names on the rug yeeaint under oath
Fam she lit I can see it in her
Dont pay her with your brain or ya wallet
She ain't gon remember that she came in the morning
I gotta Uber outside
Dont give a fuck if you're a sexy mama
Dont give a fuck if you're the cats pajamas
Dont give a fuck if you do what you want to
Dont give a fuck if you're the shit
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5. |
F Your Dreams!
03:08
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Nobody gives a fuck about your dreams bro
CBS in the morning and of course Charlie Rose said my wrong
Uh...Pull up in the booth its like somebody turned the game on
Flame on Johnny Storm for the pesos
Just bought a couple of shares from Jeff Bezos
Sonically been dropping chaos emeralds
But my stats never match with the playoff picture
Keep ya dogs that clean the plate off wit ya
If you tend to argue you should stay off Twitter
They digging in the crates like Dilla for old hate
Coach K with the Quality control
And ya team sorbet when its time to push the mold like the... insulation is exposed
My inspiration dried up when I'm forced to play along
With some ppl throwing rocks in a parking lot alone
And they couldnt hit the target all the other stores is closed
And the cars are all gone/He was tryna go pro
But they live streamed him putting more rocks up his nose
Now we sposed to feel sorry but the world keeps going in reality
Nobody give a fuck about your dreams bro
Free Black! bet that 100 green backs
You old niggas stealing swag Liam Neeson want his kids back
Cops aint even workin they just sit back
Yall handing over cases to em gift wrapped
Dreams of being popular just to make a podcast
Said that you was dope and took my props back
Homie this is prog rap
The type of bars that aint carded since the 90's
We out here living with no equity and bad timing
Grip black Hurraches
Learned from the old heads that aint wanna be seen cause they was really poppin
What you tryna turn heads or tryna turn a profit?
Used to dream of culdesacs till they gentrified everything
Poor racist folks still mad that we moved in like they could even afford a better option
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6. |
True Love Is....!
03:52
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When the money goes, will the honeys stay?
Will the grey skies replace the sunny days?
That's a question you gotta ask yourself
When the goal is amassing wealth
Arrogance is common when you can't see past your belt
And them rings getting pawned when the pressures felt
You know the story/American dreams turned to glory
Watch it fall down suicide in his 40s
Now the wife fighting with the kids for the Porsche's
A shame what'll happen when we turn into corpses
Worked ya whole life to have friends on your porches
Reading what the banks about to do to your mortgage
Still gotta maid & a porter
Cause you gotta keep the show going like...WandaVision
And if you dont, she won't have time to visit
My wallet my choice just ain't realistic
Money ain't the root uts the stage design
Its gon show who you are when it's just the right time
Mic check 2 1 2, you know the vibes
Coming to you live for 1.99$
If know the words please sing into the mic
And if you dont, well we gon double the price
Mic check 2 1 2, you know wassup
And if you don't... well I'm sorry for your luck
Spouse gets the Benz & they repo'd the truck
And you can see ya kids like every other month
Check yaself before you wreck yaself
You know they say the market always corrects itself
So dont listen to the news or the scrolling on ya phone
Just hit StockX tryna keep up with the Jones'
Resell value...tripled in a moment
Nice pair of shoes got you drippin while you homeless
Hit her cash app & she sending you emojis
Sent the laughing one, you must be the oldest
Who would've known we'd turn beer to a barrier
Bringing classism to a lower class area
Some care too much, some just dont care enough
Watch the neighborhood turn black & they be scared af
So money can't buy happiness?
But I never seen her frown when she got 5 karats
And moved next door when she broke off the marriage
She got to keep the ring and our friend
Who's they you may ask?
You know who they is.
They're the neighbors with that new leased Genesis GV80.
They're the Gen Z person with the Yeezys you didn't know were out.
How is it they have all the things that you want?
Well I'll tell you.
They work for the Jones Corporation & you dont.
With a minimum of 15 hours worked daily, you can put your lifestyle first.
Worrying about bills, housing & food are a thing of the past.
The Jones Corporation, work/life balance done right.
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Rent Due!
02:58
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You see me shining like my wrists glow
Im this cold
I can Modulate the temp & the tempo
I am not concerned with the views from a fish bowl
Them small pond big mouth cant swim folks
You can either serve or be seated with utensils
Got the nerds tryna tell us we can be both
And ain't no worth in ya credit so they repo'd
You see the game is to be sold, & even if you tried to explain it you'd have to send it in morse code then translate it
Get a lawyer to validate it & by that time
The business is gone, the parking lot is vacant
Now you stuck with another payment & its time to pay up
You know I wanna ride wit you
Vibe wit you
Its hard when the rent is due
You know I wanna get high wit you, slide wit you
Its hard when the rent is due
Good things gotta come my waaaay
You know I'm good for it
Hold me down till a nigga get paid
Yea
You see me shining in my gold ropes
And we are not the same thats an insult
Front row on the plane out to Cabo
Rented a matte black Murciealago
So I can do it for the people that be following
Insecurities dressed up for Halloween
I got the Panda Margelas that's a Desiigner bar
And speaking of bars I tried to go & buy it out they declined the card
I got my lawyer on the phone he declined the call
Are they still accepting applicants to go to Mars?
Its two lightskin women holding each arm
They tryna ask me what's wrong & I'm still tryna stall cause
You know I wanna ride wit you
Vibe wit you
Its hard when the rent is due
You know I wanna get high wit you, slide wit you
Its hard when the rent is due
Good things gotta come my waaaay
You know I'm good for it
Hold me down till a nigga get paid
Yea
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8. |
The Hungry Years!
02:08
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Easy to see how you could misconstrue severity
Diamond in the rough you can find me seeking clarity
America's a parody of arrogance
Moving slower than the logo on a terrapin
And I'm pretty sure it's not aware of it
But who needs to be self aware when your identitys stolen
The perception is broken
Its harder to pass the wine to the masses through wine colored glasses
Ashes to ashes
New apple dropped but you cant eat a tablet
Wait time long but ya kitchen been established
I seen about 50 men fighting for a barrel of garbage
Outside ya office, now only if they knew you hiding in the halls with a cross cause you sold out
Recalculated too late you should know by now
They jumping from the 45th floor
Waking up in cold sweats when you learned that you poor
And just like that we not so different anymore
The yoke that you pulled so long ago/Is the reason why you'll never find rest unto your soul
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We from a land where the...good is ominous
The...hood is prominent
Them yougins gotta chip on they shoulder ready to bang bang
Tensions running high when them bands ain't stretching
Its sounding like a amp when the band soundcheckin
Dont ask about the set time, you coming or not?
She said I'm paranoid cause I watched em circle the block
I know a nigga pulled his gun he was blocking the exit
A 41 year old feelin rejected
By a 21 year old I was courtin my apartment was close
And nobody else knew it was smoke
And getting smoked ain't on my personal goals
I keep it pushing like you working remote
Followers low but it keeps the trail cold
Yall tryna draw attention to a nigga that's drawin
Until they... click draw...now ya family is mourning
You think them threats idle but I know where its goin
They in ya driveway at 5 in the morning I tried to warn em
We from a land where the...good is ominous
The...hood is prominent
Them yougins gotta chip on they shoulder ready to bang bang
Tensions running high when them bands ain't stretching
Its sounding like a amp when the band soundcheckin
Vince Staples said he hate July, and I feel em
Tryna make it home safe tonight, God willing
I stay conflicted/Dont wanna see nobody bleed
But my family gotta eat, we been watchin you for weeks
Its a different package on your doorstep every week
They been walking past your house & wave you never even speak
Cause you think your version of poverty is different from this street
When you can't afford to live nowhere that makes you feel elite
And you wanna get these thugs off the street
I agree
Let's start with the ones that mainly target POC
Lets start with the problems on the soil and underneath
And once you dig deep you'll see we from a land where the
We from a land where the...good is ominous
The...hood is prominent
Them yougins gotta chip on they shoulder ready to bang bang
Tensions running high when them bands ain't stretching
Its sounding like a amp when the band soundcheckin
Born in Queens I hopped out on a couch
Headed to Tburg after moving around
Relocated to the land of seeing double
Where they worry more about grass and gossip behind your back, subtle
Wasn't the high life but we still had struggles
DWB's-seemed to always get me in trouble
I was a chocolate drop in a sea of milk
Especially on the south west side they treated me like filth
But I skated through the stress it was a grind though
5-0 sliding, the coping mechanism
Made me cop a new mind so
I rose above it chose to disuss it
In my rhyme flows, shows in different time zones
Connecting people through music, by the grace of God
Given talent able to balance & move through it
Lonely minority got used to it
Now I live the fullest life
Using my influence to let my bullets fly
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10. |
Mischievous II!
01:46
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You know I care like Duke Pearson on Honey Buns
My art is equal in content never in funds
Im Charles Mingus when it comes to innovation
Dont make me Jimmy Knepper niggas faces
Cause Isaac Stern ain't gotta be this patient
We need a Black musician foundation
Executive Directed by our Lord and Savior
Until the representative start takin payments
And now we right back in the same situation
Thats how the enemy can leak trouble
Now you monitored the walls that Patrisse Cullors
While they found a way to trademark a really awful joke
Of when you meet a great musician you assuming they just broke
And if you give em what they're owed
Theyll find a way to drink it or just put it up they nose
When your nest egg baby found a way to sniff the yoke
Living off the contributions of the ones that came before
"There is something about too much prosperity that ruins the fiber of the people." Diplomat Dwight Morrow said
We would like to have a word outside with you Dwight!
You know I care like Duke Pearson on Honey Buns
My art is equal in content never in funds
The price doubled like a stock bubble
This ain't a movie when the game stop
Its haves and its have nots
Pen like F Scott, releases in the 20s
But you can keep the fame & the Zelda's wanting money
Last summer I told you that the town wasn't big enough
So put that paper in the bag till you fill it up
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11. |
Fairy Light!
02:18
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We been lookin at the strobe lights
And hoping they dont stay long
Too many people tryna get they center stage on
Its comicon in here too many capes on
Turn the radio on my bluetooth ain't working and the silence is worse than conversation
The name dropping ain't really helping ya case hon
Remember when you used to show up to my place drunk
And I would tell you round here it ain't safe cause of
They tryna fill a quota
But I ain't tryna argue every time you coming over
Just to end up on the sofa with our phones texting people that we'd rather be with
I think the idea of us was better in a script
How you hate the Kardashians but posing every chance you get
I wish attention wasn't something that I outgrew
Sometimes I wonder in the dark who's the real you
Snap your fingers that's about how long the popularity stays
Ya High School Friends think you're so vain
But why they care I could never explain
And we just watch it's all part of the game
Maybe humans weren't meant to have all this power
The microphones on all 24 hours
If they leak the audio we'll all be cowards
So bring the attitude down my nigga
Maybe you put ya phone down and enjoy ya vacation
Show me all the pics next time we touch bases
Save the politics for ya Facebook pages
And save that Gary Vee motivation
Those kinda facades/Only create more people who ain't got no jobs
Tryna impress some motherfuckers they ain't seen since college
We all gotta speech until ya name gets called under the
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Outta my mind I jolt
The whole damn country got jokes
So I dont have the time to stand and play around with ya
They left us all on our own
You playing with the money I'm owed
Living through an outta body experience
Watching the mismanagement of grown men who think
A miss managing would complicate things
You played yourself like Khaled in the Race
Trappin harder than a college team
Magna Carter Holy Grail track 16
Make a dollar stretch out the hamstrings
That's what you do when never really had things
Or your dreams didnt seem like career paths
How did we get here? Like a condom on a clear path
Or a kidnapping after tear gas
Do you remember all the things that you said last?
Dont be another headass with his ego in his wallet
Cause when it's no deposits you gon see the real meaning of equality
And I dont think you like that
Outta my mind I jolt
The whole damn country got jokes
So I dont have the time to stand and play around with ya
They left us all on our own
Outta my mind I jolt
You playing with the money I'm owed
So I dont have the time to stand and play around with ya
They left us all on our own
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You dont know who am I
To be stepping up to the line
You're keepin me in your eye
Over and over
My patience you're trying
You're not gonna make me a liar
I swear this is gonna be the last time
In my Life
Dont make me have to call OG & show where I'm from
I move like an HBCU alum
So put your phone away & spit out your gum, dont make me
Have to pull rank around this bitch
They been fallin off like a Boeing plane around this bitch
Triple 7's like a holiday weekend in the crib
Elder statesmen, I'm as 100 as it gets
Dont make me do it
You dont know who am I
To be stepping up to the line
You're keepin me in your eye
Over and over
My patience you're trying
You're not gonna make me a liar
I swear this is gonna be the last time
In my Life
Dont make me have to confirm ya bias
Rustbelt energy but not concerned wit tires
Tired of being the only one in the room willing to do what the work requires
And somehow they still get hired
Lying to ya face & they always find a way to recover
And the labor then falls on the people of color
If you see my Moms I need you to tell her In love her
Before they kill me & they tell you I was drinking & druggin
This shit is asinine
They axe throwing I'm the one with the axe to grind
To past the time I have to dial
Myself down for you say I'm too aggressive
Funny thats the only way I see ya get the message
Cycle of the same shit since the Great Depression
1/4 hood rich mixed wit Black some elegance
My garbage watch is the payment at ya residence
You must be skipping on ya meds if you dont know who am I
You dont know who am I
To be stepping up to the line
You're keepin me in your eye
Over and over
My patience you're trying
You're not gonna make me a liar
I swear this is gonna be the last time
In my Life
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We from a land where the...good is ominous
The...hood is prominent
Them yougins gotta chip on they shoulder ready to bang bang
Tensions running high when them bands ain't stretching
Its sounding like a amp when the band soundcheckin
Its Urban development till the sun start dancing
A change in the climate will make a Red Rose Panic
Make a Time Cat vanish
Make the Civic minds manic
We been aware of which lives important to yall
Im checking back on that annual report in the fall
Then black Squares and them pledges they ain't siblings at all
They never grow together
My only difference from the people is I know you better
And you know you better stick to running marathons on pelotons because these sounds ain't no pellet guns no
These yougins bearin arms like a nba jersey on
Even the Senators is sayin keep the burner on
We from a land where the...good is ominous
The...hood is prominent
Them yougins gotta chip on they shoulder ready to bang bang
Tensions running high when them bands ain't stretching
Its sounding like a amp when the band soundcheckin
I'm from a city where the skinny niggas ride with the largest piece of iron on they side
Out late night pops principal calling saying you a truant student ya mama get sick and tired
Whats life got to offer for a man of my skin color?
They tell me that its getting easier but its getting rougher
Watchin my back
On my black cause they constantly hate
My girl hit my line tellin me she's two weeks late, its gettin real
My diet is cheap liqour and Top Ramen
I'm goin hard so I can make it to the top rhyming
You would think after the pandemic they stopped signing
I'm goin hard for this shit dog its not an option
P
Born in Queens I hopped out on a couch
Headed to Tburg after moving around
Relocated to the land of seeing double
Where they worry more about grass and gossip behind your back, subtle
Wasn't the high life but we still had struggles
DWB's-seemed to always get me in trouble
I was a chocolate drop in a sea of milk
Especially on the south west side they treated me like filth
But I skated through the stress it was a grind though
5-0 sliding, the coping mechanism
Made me cop a new mind so
I rose above it chose to disuss it
In my rhyme flows, shows in different time zones
Connecting people through music, by the grace of God
Given talent able to balance & move through it
Lonely minority got used to it
Now I live the fullest life
Using my influence to let my bullets fly
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100%! Instrumental
01:40
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Simon! Instrumental
02:37
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Eyex3! Instrumental
01:50
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Rent Due! Instrumental
02:53
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Bullets! Instrumental
03:38
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Free Black! Akron, Ohio
Free Black! is a Hip-Hop duo created in Akron Ohio. The duo is Floco Torres (Recording Artist/Producer) & HR3 (Drummer/Producer). Free Black! bridges conversations between the past & future through a warm vintage sound, historical examination & songwriting that highlights contrasts/similarities in innovative ways. ... more
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