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Tabula Rasa
(专辑: SICK! - 2022)
Ugh, off the
strength, I'm not as numb as I
thought I'm broken links, my circle shrinking smaller Satellite revolve, my core is a
cauldron Surrendered orbits Cross-check what's really real and what's performance Speak for self, but wondering who else really on it Who's really all in? (Hello) Trouble calling My phone don't ping, I'm buzzed, leave me alone Truth with a
stash pocket for a
lie The
document is alive, I
speak life Every border gets revised if dissolved What defines what is charged? Haven't made up my mind if I'm assigned to the
stars I
slide when I
want, I'm inside of the
funk, trust She want up when it dump, it came from the
sludge Involuntary, shooting foundations in studs Tears and snot bubbles, sob puddles I
lay in the
wet spot Listen, let's not conflate, I
give what I
take It's the
hunt, there is the
chase Some talk like they never got punched in the
face You can't see clearly now, don't come near me Wails of the
weary, loop max infinite Draw me closer, damn near intimate And I'll give you a
kiss The
flier said "Grown and Sexy" I
came through over-proofing the
plastic Pepsi bottle Security didn't check me Skipped coat check, they playing the
oldies I'ma go 'head and get sweaty Plus saved the
ten-piece It's hell up in Harlem, so meet me 'cross 110th Street If the
tree's a
bargain, bars—that don't really tempt me I'm from where every car foreign And we drive 'em on empty (Zimbabwe) Bury me in a
borrowed suit Give my babies my rhyme books, but tell 'em, "Do you" Give my enemies the
good news: Time flew We was probably brothers back then like T-R-U No jerseys, no durags, hard-bottom shoes Niggas tired of the
foolishness No disrespect, it's a
lotta mids in the
room My pack loud, cut right through Kofi Annan in the
booth, Soyinka in the
stu' Sese Seko Mobutu if the
DJ play something smooth (Slide on 'em) It's a
move, I
don't dance, but maybe tonight, maybe tonight I
don't know her and I
don't even mind if it is the
strobe light Live for the
living I
made chicken late night in my boxers, burning up the
kitchen She passed out right when I
was done fixing I
watch reruns in the
dark, fingers and lips glistening Ooh, get 'em I'm so damn proud of myself I
did this for you, G, alright? Been to there and back, tall tales tossed to the
breeze We keep facts in the
midnight wax, family tree sap Light leak through the
leaves on familiar tracks I
know it's real even when I'm feeling bad Resilient as they built the
black She shimmy into the—yeah, that's consent getting established You only trash if you trash, I
keep it simple and dynamic Trust the
passage rites to life's chapters I
have to write to find balance This game of telephone massive I
do what I
have to with the
fragments The
madness method rampant these days, I
let the
panic pass me Featherweight, my heart was straight despite baggage Asymptomatic, but I
get sick of the
delays—faster, faster Practicing practice in what I
preach, keep pace The
calcium on my teeth fade Streets are blazed with the
anger complacency and deceit create Ice sheet break, I
couldn't weave weight All I
could say to the
times that I
couldn't freeze-frame, bleak fate You got so much to bleed to clean-slate (I've got so much of my—) The
bag of tricks in my sleeve breaks Southpaw under the
North Star, forcing all the
league changes (I've got so) Don't sleep late I, I've got so much I, I've got so much I, I've got so much I
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