Photographic Memories

(الألبوم: BO JACKSON - 2021)

[Boldy James:]
Concrete
If I see or hear
Yeah, where we at?
If I see you first
Let's get it, what else?

King of the oven mitt, know we run this bitch
A glutton for punishment, keep a submachine gun with a hundred clip
Volatile, don't want no problemo with a problem child
Ain't cop that shit for months, can't come around, niggas not allowed
Cashing in, always gritted it out, never had a Benz
Asking God, "If this my last resort, how is that a sin?" (There is no sin)
'Cause if a nigga would've went with his first mind
Premeditated, out of all these killers, we the worst kind
Born convicted, brave heart, same armored defences
Wraith parked in the trenches, same park on them benches
With ARs and extended, sat at the table with spics
He changed the label on my shit, that's trademark infringement
Never forget a face, photographic memory
First time I met JAY was at Novo with Black and Emory
Run my hood, so this shit proceed my reputation
You already know what's understood, don't need no explanation

[Earl Sweatshirt:]
I never forget a face
You can picture it (Uh)

Niggas winning Grammys now, five star living
On the 5 South, jamming out, Heisman magic
Sticking out an arm and they standing down, cram it in
Stamp and send the package out, Jackson style
Something wicked inbound, facts
Wind whipping up disasters in the distant clouds
Hit the basement, the moon full of this roundness
Wolves howling, cleared up a couple counts
New challenge inbound, blues from the interstate
Sorrowfulness and rule, feudal debates
The brook blew the game, never knew it was a place
Pouring grapes on the dates, etched on the headstones over the grave
In any case, if I seem distanced and reserved, then give me space
Heavy pinch of herb send me on my way
Head of the herd, making' sure everyone got a plate
Left here disturbed with the look on my face
Bet, my spirit spurr when I try to wake
I got on with no delay, gotta play with lessons learned
Got burned when my welcome got overstayed
I hold an old and faithful, I know the aim
And I know it say something 'bout know your neighbor

[Roc Marciano:]
What happened to that old saying? (Yeah, boy)

Broke generational curses with my cursive (Yup)
I understand the game and I know all of the inner workings (I do)
The pain run deep, you only see what it is on the surface
My bitch in the squeaky-clean, but the work was sitting in her cervix (Boofed it)
For all the dirt, we might need detergent for cleaning purpose
Bloody money in the machine circling, the precursor
You might've even heard my sneakers chirping like Peewee Kirkland
Gotta watch where you keep them birds 'cause the people lurking (Watch)
Feet first, I jump in the deepest current, I'm keeping it current
Let off a hundred clip reoccurring and let 'em clean up the urine (Brr)
Whip the steering wheel of the Urus, you malnourished (Stop)
All this chicken, niggas came down with salmonella (Woo)
Screw the compressor on the TEC, it ain't make a sound like a Tesla
This shit was loud as a whisper (Shh), the stick spin you round like a Twister
The whip was messed up, plug you out like a cigarette butt right out the Fisker
Marci