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You and I
02:39
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You and I Could walk together You and I Could talk together
You and I Could have each other
You and I Could touch each other
But we don't have time for the little things.
No, there just ain't room for the little things, why?
You and I Could fly together
You and I Could hide together
You and I Could see each other
You and I Could love each other
But we don't have time for the little things.
No, we don't have time for the little things, because
Life is full of important things.
Life is full of necessary things.
Life is full of big machines
And there ain't no room for the little things.
No there just ain't room for the little things, why?
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Nothing is real
We in the hills
on foreign wheels
You in your feels
We in the building we in here building
We stacking ass up like LEGO’s
All of my niggas is meglo
Pumping that petrol
And business is booming like (yeah yeah yeah)
Simulation
Jump out the coop fresher than you
Shitting on niggas like poopity scoop
Boy I’m the truth
Fuck they going do
Can’t fuck with the team no we alley-oop
Love to all polyamorous
Except for the glamours
No ice on our wrist
we eat the rich
Brain so good I flipped the whip
So I set sail, sea of semiotics
Saw a sailor sinking thinking he was walking
Waking on a wave saying he could save
Seeking souls, really
He the one they need to save
Threw the bol a rope
Pulled him on a boat
Gave him breath again til he slowly woke
Kissed him in the lips
Then I stood and cried
This ain’t rock and roll this is patricide
They cutting funding
locking up children and banning books
While I’m popping bottles with dope boys that bottom
Til we shoot our babies like Sandyhook
No truth to be found anywhere we look
Can’t be fucked quoting any bloke
Rush in bust like King Mob on these archons and
Bitch I know all of my exit doors
All of my haters get X & O’s
All of my mates is on X and coke
Artist out here starving, we golden hearted
Good deed when we feed em these decibels (easy)
Easy as making a mil off a mil that you got from a will
You could hold numbers on billboard or get voted POTUS
Know I do not fuck with you still
Facing augmented realities
Even before the technology
I’m a keep poking these niggas stay woke on these niggas until they raise my mama salary
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Nigga in the hacienda
Bitch I ain’t nobody mentor
Nigga in the hacienda
Gas up as soon as we enter
Nigga in the hacienda
Gas up as soon as we enter
Bitch I ain’t nobody mentor
Acid is on the agenda
Cash out as soon as it hit us
24 hour attendant
Nigga in the hacienda
Bitch I ain’t nobody mentor
Ecstasies with the Facebook logo
So loco yo sucking a Zuckerburg
Fuck your heard
Bitch follow me call them Toto
El Chopo we chopping El Chopo
Alpaca in Acupoco
Six arsonist in SONOCO
somebody open a window
They should just let us rave
There will be noise complaints
Nigga in the hacienda
Black out as soon as we enter
Bitch I ain’t no body mentor
Acid is on the agenda
(Velvet Negroni)
When acid is on the agenda
The LSD send me on benders
All the info I try to remember
All i see is the color magenta
Once it took then I can’t go and send it back
Pretender I can’t be no friend of that
Wonder who do voodoo for your benefit
Please buy drugs from thugs and not the internet
Ain’t no pretender
Facebook logo on the pinga
Ask that bitch what is they into
It’s going to be a happy ending
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Ho’s on me like gold on fronts
Pull bout any grown bitch I want
You fuck boys ain’t turning up
I pull about five viles out for brunch
Look at you what you trying do
My bitch has like Lisa Cooper
Face like Ri ass like badu
You trying to chop ? Chop it up ma! Try Kung fu
Fu fu fun you foo Manchu
Two for one one for me one for you
Club mega in the house woo woo woo
Bad blood motherfucker woo woo woo
(Micah)
Damn mother fucker like you too smooth
Run train on the track like choo choo choo
Bitches on deck like 52
Bad ass bitches like Nikki too
This shit taste like really great
You a Baltimore nigga with a philly fade
And this philly bitch with her pretty face who can ride the dick for like 50 days
No nigga Not 50 shades this ain’t grey
We just black
Trying be strong but it’s a fact
White man say dance we just tap
Y’all sound like amazing grace
Not by Mahalia but azailea banks
And I’m cool on that shit that’s what’s up
Hot boy nigga like what what what
(Amanda)
I got dudes on top of dudes
Kim k selfish Kim k nudes
You talk shit I don’t need to run
And your man real weak I don’t even cum
Don’t come for me I don’t come for none
Not but one bitch under the sun
Golden pussy with a platinum tongue
Stays in my mouth if your man ain’t hung
Look at you what you trying say
My man bad from around the way
He like pull my hair and then grab my waist and put in his face and then catch a case ow!
Y’all know my skin is thick and my ass is too I don’t give a shit
I blow up like tic tic tic
Y’all bitches suck like dick dick dick
(Naeem)
I dominate dumb dumb
Dickem down
your bitch toss head like the roc and I’m palming it
Dunk dick in these niggas like a dunkaroo
New niggas doing niggas like a nigga new
Your new old old news oh I thought you new
I got bars and loofa too
Clean eat off it lick both the scoops
When teens of it hook all the youth
You famished
I look fabulous
In the back with a bad bitch established
Already established no sexy tapes
Rubber band band popping bands in your face
Every rapper think they one of the greats
I eat goats like I’m trini
Billy dead on the plate
Manish water used to chase curry in a carry is it something I ate
(Micah)
Was something I drank what up spank
Why you always acting like your shit don’t stink and why Amanda act like she ain’t got the nicest ass in the US states
In the tinted rental no US plates
Instrumentals straight from them mega niggas
On the strip out in Vegas nigga
Bumping Brandy and Lou Vega nigga yeah
Take a picture that’ll last eating tater skins at the saddle ranch
Jokes on you we don’t give fuck
Bomb ass niggas don’t give a buck
These folks still afraid of gay shit
I’ll sick dick and you still won’t say shit
Y’all be popping all off the chain
Fake deep niggas is all the same
(Amanda)
These fools want to me flex and then spread my legs and test my strength if the long dick strong see if I can take it
It’s the length it’s width that could make em break ya
Want to break my body wanna break my back
Want to eat my snatch as a midnight snack
Cause I got rack and racks I got stacks and stacks of strap on straps yeah that’s right I can pull my dick out yeah that’s right I can turn your trick out dude yeah dude yeah I’m looking at you I can fuck your bitch fuck her just like you
Naw fuck your bitch fuck you too I don’t fuck with anybody that fucks with you so fuck them too y’all ain’t shit and any other motherfucker trying to fuck with this
I lace up my boots and I jump out the Jeep
And I show and I prove when they turn on my beat this here for them folks and them streets and them clubs we go hard on that smoke and we don’t catch no buzz
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Us
03:19
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I’ll save it for you
No rush I will never part
Created for you
Knew it right from the start
If there’s love left to bring will you bring some for me in your arms
if it’s for someone else I won’t tell if you steal some for me
But I don’t give a damn about us
Cause you don’t give a damn about me
And I can’t keep on dreaming bout you
Cause there ain’t nothing changing round me
Only one I really want is you
They try and sell you happiness in a box
They never tell you All the things that you are
You are strong you are king your August you are sweet and serene
Your a gift from a far away star the only one for me
Run through my heart like a coca field
Love is the drug now let’s make a deal
Stash a bouquet in the alley way
Find my way see like the CIA
Here baby here let me work your corner
Cook nigga cook nigga no remorse
Minnie and Mickey and Ricky Ross
Hit so many flips we could find a war
Strawberry letters like poppy fields
Writing you tellin you how I feel
Swallow your pill got me catching feels
First on that pill now I’m on that needle
Mi amour need some more milligrams
Cash in hand meet down Lil Amsterdam
Me and man we down lil Amsterdam
Three strikes we locked for like life
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6. |
Stone Harbor
03:26
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There was nothing much to do
So I decide to fall in love with you
No ambitions
No drive
I stand you fly
I wait for you every day
and count the cars that cause my cares to stray
No intentions
No strife
You’re here I’m fine
There was nothing much to say
Just stay there baby and I’ll be on my way
No convictions
No lies
I’ll land you dive
Every word I read I think of you
Every song I hear I think of you
Every love I’ve had I think of you
There was nothing in my way
To comfort you and convince you to stay
No restrictions no lines
I aim for you blind
There was no time in the day
to leave your side to do the things they say
No allegiance no ties
I’m yours if your mine
Every word I read I think of you
Every song I hear I think of you
Every love I’ve had I think of you
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Right Here
02:46
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Where you going
I said right here
Where your phone at
I said right here
Where the sativa
Told you right here
Where the money
I said right here
See I never complain
My love for you is day to day
You always in my face
Still I’m a trillion miles away
Building a home
I’m building a home
In my mind I’m home
Where the rent at
I said right here
Where the keys at
I said right here
Where the codine
Come on right here
Where the mirror
I say right here
Now I never complain
Your love for me is oh so plain
And You always in my face
Still I’m a trillion miles away
Building a home
I’m building my home
In my mind I’m home
My mind I’m home
Thotting and you bought into that bullshit
Plotting on a co-sign and some more shit
You thought that you could never hurt him
Got your man but you do not deserve him
My home will be a simple place
Of simple joys and simple ways
And honesty and sacred faith
And work and live for each other
Amen
In my mind I’m far away
In mind I’m in another place
In my mind I’m beyond the grave
In my mind everything has changed
In my mind I’m in another place
In my mind I’m far away
In my mind I’m beyond the grave
In my mind I’m home
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Startisha
05:43
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Startisha
You are far too young for you to move this way
Startisha
You are far too young for you to move this way
Sometimes when I have time
I think of you and I wonder
Do you still move this way
Sometime a when I have time
I think of you and I wonder
Do you still move this way
Are you still moving
Are you still moving
Some friends no longer move at all
(4x) Sometimes when I have time
I think you and I wonder do you still move this way
Startisha
you are far too young
for you to move this way
My friend if you sometimes
think about me and wonder if I still move this way
I’m still moving
I’m still moving
I’m still moving
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9. |
Tiger Song
04:44
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I was born a lover raised a fighter
Sworn in a saint turnt into a sinner
If I earn another stripe I be motherfucking tiger
Next kill for the loaf you fucking with a winner
Niggas going ham for a slice
Can’t knock the hustle working for their next meal wishing they could have a niggas life
Pigeons ain’t eating I’m just throwing them the heels flipping you the bird while I’m flipping niggas bills if I’m whipping in the whip sit bitch nigga chill
couldn’t tell the petal from the motherfucking wheel niggas on my dick thinking that they on my heels
Image never tarnish stainless like steel
print the face real big cause I’m still the emblem
if they start I’ma end them
No say no referendum
Malcolm was a failure more fame than lethal feeble shot by his own people poignant the needle that feeds his blood violent loops last hoop he will leap through but its strong To be militant like it’s smart to be ignorant to sell all this nigga shit cause they only buying nigga shit
God damn supply and demand
they demand I supply though surprised that I am
I didn’t take a stand money over matter matter fact over fam
I know that through experience
ain’t that right triple x you feeling this
I was born three seeds in my palm
Papa don’t preach black quiet storm
speak with his first we recite his psalms
raised a fighter though I had my qualms
Gave two to the body another two to the jaw
his little lip bleeding but my heart got scarred
pull the fire alarm
adolescent immolation I protest these laws
born a lover full lips soft hands
old head said it went against my brand
Brand new stance iron fisted jab
gift that gab and I Whoop that ass
people don’t change they just do new task
another tool in the box another trip to the shed
men make men made men like pawns
til we follow Islam to the Bokoharam
In all empathy I sing with sympathy
Simply not we spot our true enemy
But we are who we company
if it’s health then we healthy
If its wealth Then we wealthy
if it’s filth then we filthy
without saying if it’s guilt then we guilty
I was born a lover raised a fighter
papa said that’s how you raise a real nigga
and he should know he should know
dead or in jail nigga
I’m a look who still here nigga
hell yeah hell yeah yeah
look who still here nigga
Look who still here nigga
man man ain’t here no more man
man man ain’t here
And it’s hard on my psyche
He suppose to be just like me
or me just like him
he suppose to be my best friend
Made excuses for him said it was society
Thug charm man had the whitest teeth
even in our music even in the TV
even in the news gave it to him easy
but they hard on a nigga like me man
they hard on a nigga like me
They hard on a nigga like me man
Ain’t never seen a nigga like me
They want me to be one of them
But I ain’t one of them I ain’t even one of them
I start drifting when I think of him
feel a cold wind when I think of him
I drift so far from shore
don’t they know niggas can’t swim
Now Martin waiting on his Harvest
Debating if the state going be coarse or modest
Fought as a pacifist accomplished
more than all them Harlem niggas
pen his accomplice fresh out of jail
suit still pressed the sharpest
look who the law for we going break laws regardless outlaw nigga from the south
boys talking down got them diamonds in my mouth every farmer when they plant their seed
dreams of sweet fruit with the greenest leaves
from the strong branch of the tallest tree
but never promised to taste whats reaped
Both Portraits hanging over the couch
Martin on the left Malcom on the right
as if still debate still choice in route
Some might understand what I’m taking about
born a lover raised a fighter
drawn to the air thrown to fire
They say it’s only one heir to the highest
If I told you that I cared I’m a motherfucking liar
No shares no compliance
Every action got its opposite
know your fucking science
learned about David from Goliath
Now my whole hood know how to defeat the giants
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Naeem
Startisha introduces Naeem as a restlessly creative artist with an impressionistic, genre-bending album. As a complete work, Startisha exemplifies artistic daring and emotional intelligence while exploring new ideas and sounds, and philosophically excavating the artist’s histories. ... more
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