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Open Mike Eagle

Crenshaw And Homeland

 

Crenshaw And Homeland

(album: Component System With The Auto Reverse - 2022)


Ay, one, two (Oh)
One, two, yeah, one two
One, two

Product of my environment
It was either death, jail, or selling Verizon Wireless
I remember hearing the Talking Heads
Gave me fear of the walking dead
I ain't too strange to groove to
Half 2 Chainz and YouTube
Watching the Wu-Tang on Hulu
Everything changed since Guru
It was a couple odd things and loose change, but who knew
Lupe really hated Royce?
When I make a choice, I'm a bunch of disjointed data points
I'm a grown man with toddler habits
I got it because my father had it
Hella LA secrets hitting in Roger Rabbit
Shang-Chi versus the water dragon
This dark attraction's a monster magnet
Kid was simple Simon 'cause of Mr. Simons
I was either rhyming or vibing to Stone Temple Pilots
In 2020, I was caught slipping
Auto Reverse is a business
Updated the Terms and Conditions
It's your turn to do the dishes

Part of me wants a space
Haunting me with the view
The city is fucking loud
It's telling me what to do
It's telling me what to do
It's telling me what to do
The ghetto is fucking loud
It's telling me what to do

One, two
Blank stare on my face where the emotions go
Prolly chewing on shit I ain't supposed to know
I lived my whole life on pins and needles
Cop lawyers defending evil
And I ain't out here bending people
Motherfuckers just want permission to say nigga
That's all it is
I don't believe in nothing too strongly
The brain computes wrongly
I'm playing barefoot like Luc Longley
Some people shouldn't go to Cali
Eighteen seasons with no finale
Usually find me below the valley
We're chilling in Oakland and the surroundings
Up in Jefferson, the citizens would like to tie a rope around me
I'm kinda getting annoyed
Either you're smitten or you didn't enjoy
The hustle monster said get it and win
I'm steady buying these invisible coins
For all the hard shit I couldn't avoid
I'm a dip for like a month or two
I ain't trying to cook your comfort food

Part of me wants a space
Haunting me with the view
The city is fucking loud
It's telling me what to do
It's telling me what to do
It's telling me what to do
The ghetto is fucking loud
It's telling me what to do

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