1. |
Will of Fortune
02:23
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[Intro: Roheezy]
It's like... you gotta feel me, 'cause I am the Thali
And ya'll eatin' from me, ya feel me?
Okay, Keralanka put some spice on it!
[Verse: Roheezy]
Fuck everything they condoning
Staffin’ the snakes like Moses
The will of my fortune planted a bomb, how the capital game exploded
That electoral vision been bending over to masters that made the quota
Ya’ll losing ya ballots, the referendum picking rappers that ain’t devoted
Rapping like they Daytona, if they claim they Push n' Ye they bogus
All of these bitches hate in the moment, NBA Topshots trading been broken
Rapping the main component, they’d rather be crafting the baking soda
Mix it with vinegar, so DMs exploding after the fakers blow up
Groupies looping, hoola hooping - stay around you in the back of the tour bus
Same bitches 'finna laugh at the border, stay fetishizing the map outta boredom
They workin’ supply chain for Salvation Army in my vain
Following Catholic orders, faking faith with them catfishing auras
My privilege having two guardians underestimated
That family tree hold the roots of my labour
The reason I branch out today but
They gettin’ ya parent to cease taxin’ a bracket that barely has anything
While up at the top it be lottery, raffling half of it back to the charity
Dystopian parody, fill me with hope and some more insincerity
Know in the morning they hoping to bury me over my pedigree
Still I benefit now from the air of peace
We settling down for the errors but there is no American Revolution
Without getting the Crown to the clarity
Couldn’t bare to be undervalued in my pursuit
So I'ma switch my price, raise it for the sale like a Drawbridge do
Lotta moves been inaudible, volume been applied as mute
Now ya head spinning out the room, Labels signed on account of you
Insteada tell the truth they rather fake they death, affidavits fled
Rappers be faking - yes, I’m rolling my eyes at Animated Techs
Closed captions - address the talkin', ain't no slackin’
Ya’ll bet ya bottom dollar old habits finna come out on top
When the show happen, I *(gasp)*
Let the shit breath, then I get so eloquent with references
At the top of the inning, and yet they wonder when the ending is
I milk the game like a menace kid
And it’s just like droppin’ dimes with J Lo - get it? This just the Jen Assist
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2. |
Slither
02:19
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[Verse 1: Roheezy]
I'll give 12 flat faces - dodecahedron, go wreck a heathen
Popo infested demons, boat loads of enemies been
Swarmin' the pentagon, infectin' me with
The spirit of these squares and all they objective is middle eastern seizin'
Check the numbers ain't no comparing the deaths that we been
Facin', fuck yo analytics and geometric defense
I need a pro tractor to get over these humps
And get the right angle to make my case with no DECA meeting
Prop up a Native representative to cater
These bullets got a name on it, maybe at least it's ethnic
Inscribe it on the back of led to best erase invasion
Baby I'm gettin' wreckless
They flexin' reconciliation but still reckon silly Asians
The source of their oppression, wrecked with little patience
[Hook: Roheezy]
Wrecked with little patience and wrecked with information
I'm wrecked up in the Matrix
Please please help me!
[Verse 2: Roheezy and Abhi the Nomad]
From the get go, they been talkin' green tryna get invested
These genders reinsure imbalanced leverage
But the man cheated you like he cheated her, do you get the picture?
Bet you still'a put the Guy Code ahead ya sisters
Okay, she gon' reach for my fabric
You know he don't like it, he in need of a bandage
I just don't get how you could be so fragile
All because Yasiin ya Bae be so Ecstatic
I gotta press Mos' mans for the Kwali tee
My head escape is respiration, such a Common feat
So dedicated and elevated on beats
You could read definitions but Children Stories is all you speak
(I'm gonna run that back 'cause that was fuckin' wild)
That's why I'm still existentially dreadin' my whole day to come
And corporations is usin' our time and data up
A tall order of chaos, you know it's statuesque
Amber alert, these kids is gone and they have no Depp
(Wowwww)
Your Oscar performance is so casual
Up in the court room, openin' up a can of bull
Shot at the podium, metal through to medullas
Measure the incremental and get it through to the rulers
It don't matter what snacks you get when you gettin' ate
In this consumerist culture full of the devil's fate
The belly aches for what remains of ya valley's peak
While snakes slithering up the lane like it's Fashion Week
[Roheezy and djAP]
And it's crazy 'cause they can't even get a front row seat!
Hahaha...
[Hook: Roheezy]
Wrecked with little patience and wrecked with information
I'm wrecked up in the Matrix
Please please help me!
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3. |
Charizard
03:29
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[Hook: Roheezy]
Face to face and bar to bar
I learned to chase the pain and arm the scars
And my tale fire, that's a Charizard
And we aim higher than the Taj Mahal
But it's not what it's cracked up to be
When yo timing's so rigid and still bought up by ya company
Underneath the surface, still a product of the funder's fee
Get it exploited, divine for the custody
[Verse 1: Roheezy]
My soul trapped for the green just like a kid from the Matrix
How you puttin' ya trust in big names then shit on ya neighbours?
Ya'll romanticize celebrity, put em on Home Screen
But if you holding down the icons, that shit could get shaky
While statesmen are running past you
Every candidate holding a shitty entrance with a genda, ain’t no way to get out that bathroom
They hold still, and then pay for the shoutouts that they get
And so your movement driven by the state of your idol’s values
I don't cater to minor rap dudes who ate off the culture back
He wanna sample the beef so I made em a prime example
Uh, I’m a starter bitch, you on the plate getting served
Lotta faking these verbs - hit the lotto, pay for features
Make up yo life just to step to the record deal
Couldn’t ever get to that table with leverage
Bitch I'm not an ATLien, an immigrant who spent for the best appeal
Now I’m sleeping on em cuz you need extra to rest the real
[Hook: Roheezy]
Face to face and bar to bar
I learned to chase the pain and arm the scars
And my tale fire, that's a Charizard
And we aim higher than the Taj Mahal
But it's not what it's cracked up to be
When yo timing's so rigid and still bought up by ya company
Underneath the surface, still a product of the funder's fee
Get it exploited, divine for the custody
[Verse 2: Roheezy]
Our indicted heartless nature ride divides that cause the nation
To transition into gridlock while alliances from Corporatists disguising combinations
Entitled grammy chasing rappers turning into Baptists, claim the right to nomination
But they mics is often tainted with co-signs for the credit
Even if it means to drown they’ll go dive into debt
You got no violent aggression
But get stripes on the front like you boat riding in Venice, uh
Better get up on Roh’s side for progression or lean back into debt
My labour the only thing that’ll mean maximum bread
Cuz the Jobs impact the brand, like Steve after he dead
To see checks moving up top - no Queen's Gambit in bed
Still thinking bout the money til respect has been attained
I got that glowing mirror mindset, reflecting on the raise
So mafucka where ya juice came from
They still depending on The Cool aid, like Lupe funds
Because the booze ain't done, so the bars dangerous
I got they pupils popping out the building like the school’s day done
Let’s go! Smoke on crescendo, I been peakin' on the loudest shit
Ya'll never rockin’ gothic, but still keep it on the counter-fit
[Hook: Roheezy]
Face to face and bar to bar
I learned to chase the pain and arm the scars
And my tale fire, that's a Charizard
And we aim higher than the Taj Mahal
But it's not what it's cracked up to be
When yo timing's so rigid and still bought up by ya company
Underneath the surface, still a product of the funder's fee
Get it exploited, divine for the custody
[Outro]
When you go with the flow, the world comes out to meet you
The pain you feel sometimes...
Not meant to leave you broken, but rather break you open
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4. |
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[Intro: Harrison Sands]
To Kingdom...
[Chorus: Roheezy]
Yeah, dealing with the consequences
While I'm feeling so monumental
Join the inner circle, our credentials
Is better than the others, tell em off the sinful
Not a God, just a product within this
Epicentre of my hope, run the cost of dividends
Invested in my faith while my conscious killin' it
Gettin' pulled in both directions, tug my costume, uhhh
[Verse 1: Roheezy]
I was raised by the Church of the holy saints and the spiritual
Window of my soul, glancing over pane for the miracle
Grew up thinking that it was only faith that administers
The measurement of goodness til I overcame all those principles
Fuck that school of thought, bitch I won’t remain with your movement
Came to my senses, the homeless came to the pulpit
Uh, and they analyzing his wardrobe
Rejection of the poor, follow branded lies while the corpse cold
Not to mention that pussy in the committee
Bailing out these abusers like rapists need your pity
You have the nerve to claim she deserved to be almost killed
'Cause she didn’t consent to performing her wifely duties
Exact words, right? These chapters might
Finally reveal that your darkness won’t capture light
'Cause yo religion said buildin' bridges a focus
But then ignore whenever the drowning happen below it
Down a handful of drowsy, I'm bound to vanish before yo eyes
But through all of my lyrics I'm immortalized
[Pre-Chorus: Roheezy]
We broke the harmony down...
[Chorus: Roheezy]
Yeah, dealing with the consequences
While I'm feeling so monumental
Join the inner circle, our credentials
Is better than the others, tell em off the sinful
Not a God, just a product within this
Epicentre of my hope, run the cost of dividends
Invested in my faith while my conscious killin' it
Gettin' pulled in both directions, tug my costume, uhhh
[Verse 2: Harrison Sands]
Where have all the Angels gone?
The young and weak are falling
They turn their cheek, you beat it black and blue
Looking up to Kingdom come
And I can hear them calling out your name
Last resort, but where were you?
Yeah you call yourself a servant of the King
But you'd never serve a thing to one that's truly suffering
When you thank the Lord, gave you the life you know
You gave nothing but your prayers to those people crying at your door
You pick and choose the parables
You crave the ones that make you feel at ease
About your place after the grave
But you twist and turn the message you've been fed
Well don't you fret, the words will keep on spinnin'
Long after your dead
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5. |
Temperature (2015)
03:42
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[Hook: Roheezy]
The temperature callin' me
Hotter than lava, I'm meltin' around the cheese
Need the nachos for harmony
Break off the chips and don't ask where the guac'll be
Buy a crib where the lottery is
Fuck all ya property, bitch
In ya house with my PJs and slips, homie you got the evict
[Verse 1: Roheezy]
Tearing me down, uh
Tell me you care for me now, say I’m celebrity bound
Breaking my enemies down
Shake em so heavy then bounce
Lately the chemistry in my head simply won’t mix
Problems as big as my dome is
Confidence mixed with pneumonia
This cold world hittin’ my phone with
Power trippages out the dividends
Tell me how the fuck your allowance fitting in
To the vision, better get accountants in
For amounts that’s missing from so called friends
No context for the whole contents of ya plan
You think it’s fun or a scam
Whole bunch of clowns, shit is a festival line up but who put me under the bands?
Lately I count on the voodoo
They hope I get stuck and my outlet is through with you (wow)
Paranoid - got me wasted, seemingly sticking around like a hula hoop
I saw your Heel side when you turned villain but baby it’s mountains I move for you
Wrestle these demons, they dashing but I take the baby face outta the picture like BLOUW
[Pre-Hook: Roheezy] x2
Looked over my shoulder, they're gone
Over my shoulder they're gone
The world's gettin' colder at home
It's gettin' colder at home
[Hook: Roheezy]
The temperature callin' me
Hotter than lava, I'm meltin' around the cheese
Need the nachos for harmony
Break off the chips and don't ask where the guac'll be
Buy a crib where the lottery is
Fuck all ya property, bitch
In ya house with my PJs and slips, homie you got the evict
[Verse 2: Roheezy]
Alone and I'm gone without puffin' shit
I'm losin', fuck a hole in one I'm stuck in it
I feel my self esteem and dreams takin' a crushing hit
Hopin' I run this ship but I can't seize shit when I ain't in sync
So I been thinkin' a bit about hanging it up and takin' my L
To stay up in hell and then gaze at myself
They makin' they cake I'm just baking my cells
Don't fake it, I swear but I'm fakin' this shit til I stare in the mirror
Then I realize I'm a mere... mortal
I feel like everybody's dying, everybody's dying
I read the news and practically can hear the sirens
In my head, so the mess that I make is quiet
There's no meat on my bones, I need a change of diet
I been back and forth all day with my consciousness
Whether I should kill the shit forever and never revive the shit
It's ominous, but I'm fallin' for debauchery
And the depression that's in my economy as a monopoly
I hope it's not just me
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6. |
Channel Red
03:17
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[Hook: Roheezy]
Make a meal off rap
(Fill up then go get it)
Peel off masks
(Split up ya whole spirit)
Kneel on that
(Big ups, but go get it, get it)
(I can’t figure out why)
All these motherfuckers mad that I'm demanding answers
From the meme accounts, millionaires and the mandem laugin'
Brainwashin' all these kids with them random channels
They gettin’ funnelled to the tube like the apparatus
[Verse 1: Roheezy]
And now the Gram is backwards
'Cause if you try to tell the app a rat is a bitch, them kids'll get to the lab to rap
We finna throw you to the ocean, if you make it
Then you wake up to the bay with no recollection like Adam Sandler
All these free speech bitches, yet you stand for Bannon
But if they pop the orange man, open the Fanta cans up
Even then we drinking from Nazism romancers
Won't read our Mirindas, Crush us til we dismantled
Fuck where the Fake Go, ain't no way the police can handcuff
My inner solitude, I dispute their denial too
Why would I opt for the viable
When my options is via bullshit advice from lying dudes hiding through bullets?
Either they Pander then tell us to go away with a sign that's rude
Or take our dollar for kicks, it's still Desiigner shoes
We ill equipped, not equipped for ill but it fit the bill
That privatization publicized the commit to kill
Blunt smokin', lungs soakin' all my illest wills
But I put it all on the page so ya'll can feel the real
Barbwire my wrist like Black Thought
Just so I could be the voice for my Roots when the plants rot
The soil is smooth, the land hot
But your energy been giving this synthesis bad vibes
I branched out to see hideous hacksaws
It put a bad strain on you when you live in a bland pot
[Hook: Roheezy]
Make a meal off rap
(Fill up then go get it)
Peel off masks
(Split up ya whole spirit)
Kneel on that
Big ups, but go get it, get it
(I can’t figure out why)
All these motherfuckers mad that I'm demanding answers
From the meme accounts, millionaires and the mandem laugin
Brainwashin' all these kids with them random channels
They gettin’ funnelled to the tube like the apparatus
[Beat Switch]
You didn't tell me 'bout this, my God!
[Hook: Roheezy]
(Why?)
All these motherfuckers mad that I'm demanding answers
From the meme accounts, millionaires and the mandem laugin
Brainwashin' all these kids with them random channels
They gettin’ funnelled to the tube like the appara--
[Pre-Verse: Roheezy]
Hold up, hold up
Who the fuck want to do this?
Just a product of my choosers
Not my choices
But they'd rather come destroy this
Foundation, now my eyes are gone
[Verse 2: Roheezy]
Right-Wing populism, we let it evolve from Ronald Reagan
Suit the future homeless with benevolent armour on occasion
Better luck gettin’ the veterans off the lots of Vegas
But in Iraq I bet that if death is involved, they honour greatness
So fuck if you bled for the cause
'Cause them bastards leave you as a vegetable, lettin’ em rot
Even with American first drive, you ain't gettin’ to Dodge the heart of labour
Exploitative with electrical parts that shock ya frame up
Technology got them jobs fading
While unemployment season changin' colors
Won't question ya Fall if Autumn made it
Machines learning, shit’s gettin’ cold, we keep burning
Red ties defining the character of Pee Wee Hermans
I’m tea slurpin’ with steep courage, okay ho?
They actin’ like they give a fuck boutcha bag, that’s a Pay Role
Conditioned since birth, get into a casket from cradle
Business model rely on stretching us out, we play though
Hitting the lotto, then hit rock bottom
These labels wanna rape you
Think it’s super what appraisals and a cape do
Delays and detonations, claim that patience is the way
Til they drop you on no notice, please dont make em Lemonade you
That shit beyond sayin'
Uh, don’t speak down on the wrong names
I don’t geek out, just play the long game
It’s a marathon, some of y’all ran the wrong race
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7. |
Toxic Trait (Interlude)
02:21
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[Chorus: Roheezy]
My toxic trait is knowing the truth
My toxic trait is knowing the booth is my outlet
The plug don't need an outlet
Uh, yeah
[Verse 1: Roheezy]
Push my art into the corner, ya’ll got my back to the Drawing Board
Dancing for these critics til they want some more
While these Hogs hoping I speed
But the Sonics capture me on the floor
A downward spiral, I’m falling flat like dissonant chords
Uh, really thought ya’ll scored with a pitch and fork
But your protest is a protest of the victim’s voice
[Refrain: Roheezy]
Run, run, run
'Cause we are on the way
Run, run, run...
[Verse 2: Roheezy]
Treat a brand like a religion, your method isn’t official
You camping out for luxury, Prada’s Tent gon’ evict you
All eventually fall to the automated
I’m honest but on occasion still pondering on our nation
While the bodies go undiscovered, a homi’s all but a number
From Martyrdom to Mardi Gras, carnivals of the summer
Some hope that a race get erased, all with the lead
It’s Synthestia the day they see an Adios to the colors
Shit’s getting harder with softer noses and bundles
Viagara for the violent
Prescribe it for the pump with a proper dose for the lovers
Turn that Dose into Tres with the heat
No Menaging hoes in the summer
[Chorus: Roheezy]
Uh, my toxic trait is knowing the truth
My toxic trait is knowing the booth is my outlet
The plug don't need an outlet
Uh, yeah
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8. |
Renaissance
02:33
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[Hook: Roheezy]
Yeah I'm petty on the block, not Jenny from the block
Been hard as cinderblock, rip off the renaissance
Drinkin henny on the rocks, yeah it go down clean
But that don't mean I do shit neat
(No, no, no)
[Verse 1: Roheezy]
You see the bag with it? It’s for the damn riches
Cut to the Chase ‘fo we stab the whole bank bitches
Stuffed with the paper, uncover the data
You buddy buddy with haters
That lovey dovey done faded away from me
I be the one they debated but now it seems to be
My color is faded on your TV
But I see through the quotas and spreadsheets
No folding or bending my program for no corporate agendas
More stuck up than that cork in ya drink is
So don’t get it twisted, I’m closed please don’t open my interest
Forfeit ya riches and capital bitch
Rappers be lying 'bout arms to get a slap on they wrist?
I’m baffled these kids ain’t actually bound to they verbs
My body language clean cuz actions speak louder than words
It’s a catastrophe happening at the top now
Just a buncha bufoons babbling with they cocks out
Gentrify my existence up on the compound
Stack my interests and mix it until I calm down
Take a turmeric taste of my own medicine
Ya’ll hit the tournament late but still brought semi’s in
Take my plate, go bake it and throw cheddar in
Do it for the cheese like when they made this they own settlement
While I’m mixing up the sedatives
Get to my embellishing
[Hook: Roheezy] x2
Yeah I'm petty on the block, not Jenny from the block
Been hard as cinderblock, rip off the renaissance
Drinkin henny on the rocks, yeah it go down clean
But that don't mean I do shit neat
(No, no, no)
[Pre-Verse: Roheezy]
That’s why you motherfuckers need to man the fuck up!
Ima run the game, I’ll be damned if Im not
Them true fucking colors come out when you swamped
Priorities gettin' fucked
Motherfucker you suck
(My dick!)
[Verse 2: Roheezy]
Son of a Pagan, Im tumbling running from patience
And rummaging record collections, discovering taste in
A pallete outside my own, shit it’s fuckin amazing
But I ain't know they tried to bury it under the hatred
They keep these kids within the lines and then color the cages
Keep ‘em grounded til they elevate under the day shift
Turn em Attic and push em to look up what the Base meant
Started from the bottom and they left em there
Hardly made a profit so they got up from expensive chairs
But still stand for a cause that costed us so many tears
But I been overdue to overdo shit
Tell these white people they can't hold the blueprint
I wipe the floor and decor off these fools then I mop it down
Tryna get me at the table, stooping to common ground
You stupid? I’m not about to compromise
Rather knock the teeth out ya King, I’m removing the Rotten Crown
[Outro]
And you motherfuckers need to man the fuck up!
Ima run the game, I’ll be damned if Im not
True fucking colors come out when you swamped
Priorities gettin' fucked
Motherfucker you suck
(My dick!)
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9. |
Session 7 (Skit)
00:33
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[Roheezy and Therapist]
*Doors squeaks open*
Hey, take a seat!
Oh hey, good to see you again - can't wait for our session
Thanks for coming in (Oh, yeah, yeah - of course)
How have you been? How's the, uhh... music stuff going?
Oh yeah, it's great. We're actually releasing a mixtape soon called the Thali Tape, it's kind of an ode to our heritage and, uh--
Oh, that's nice! It's so nice that you're infusing your... culture into it. So exotic!
Uh - what do you mean exoti--
Anyways, let's get started soon. But, I did want to tell you...
Your beard is looking a little scruffy. You're lookin', like uh - Osama these days, huh?
Hahaha!
Sorry, did you say Osam--
Anyways, that's okay
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10. |
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[Therapist]
Mister Raj, welcome to Session 7
So, tell me - what would you like to talk about today?
[Verse 1: Roheezy]
I hit my shrink, unloading trauma up off my dome
Til she called me terrorist, joking inside her comfort zone
The same comfort of dehumanization
Middle Eastern displacement that the people been facing
You barely tryna listen
Tryna spread the guilt like butter with your clarified intentions
It’s a paradise of stress existing witcha' feels
Living ill
But I gotta do my part in progressing the convo, so I told you 'bout it to keep it real
Her response was stuttering damn
(I just meant your beard was scruffy...)
That was her reason to cover the sham
And justify the joke just in case it holds up ya guilt
Since I’ve vented to yo ass about racist trolls that I’d kill
She said
(I'm sorry, I'll do better)
Shit that happened next had me hoping for true effort
She asking me for advice, well
I'm asking her if my beard would indicate a terrorist if I happened to be a white male
She said
(Well, regardless of race
Society perceives every man with an untrimmed beard as a terrorist
Besides, Trumpers stormed the capital, it’s evident
They've been treated the same in MY head)
See, being Shaggy ain’t a race thing to her, she an Angel instead
Screaming “It Wasn’t Me”, tryna lay the blame to a rest
Project so much, you’d split the Sun in fragments
The point over her head, she stood under to bask it
There’s a war going on you almost always been safe from
You think that you’re aware, but your comments cause elevation
Center yourself, feeling odd with no even edges
And while you drone off they been bombing our people wreckless
It’s all interconnected, cause imminent pressure
If you want a safe space, then launch into the nexus
And get to paying attention
We always had a home til your renovations annexed it
Then evade our expression
So please understand it’s not my motherfucking burden to educate your perspective
I don’t walk around the world with no reparations embedded
And I don’t expect to get nothing back from these fuckin crackers 'cept meditation and prayers
And detonations of meccas that’s predicated on tears
Separation of borders and incrementalists pushing they legislation for fear
While my dedication appears to be boiled down to the hue of this melanin in the mirror
[Verse 2: Roheezy]
(Why don't you look in the mirror for once?)
I was raised through the lens that there's no defying authorities
That bigger picture the code for violence and gory scenes
Papa probably thought he was solarizing my spirit
But they taking headshots while we pose as model minorities
I hate this movie, they been digging the Plot
'Cause them boys on film, but still Cinema shot
With body cams, I thought that meant that they’d leave it
Ripping ‘em off with bandaid solutions, shit ain’t adhesive
And Brown folks align ourselves with supremacists
Every time we cater to light skin or the fetishes
Not understanding that without Black people
We’d never have the privilege to immigrate to the life we live
It's 1965
The Immigration Act that was passed, opened the door to those who isn’t white
And only 'cause of civil rights
So us pointing fingers at the community that got us here is so ill advised
And cuz of that shit, I won’t oblige… nah
(Listen to me, you will oblige)
Don't oblige to these crackers, I start a fire with the match that’s lit
We been sleep, I know the blind can imagine
They killed Malcolm and then Hampton while throwing lies on they casket
Since they ended in a coffin, we owe our lives to the Activists
It took 23 years for me to honour pain
And recognize we not the same
'Cause I was young, Brown, confused and making jokes with N Words
Never looking inwards
How it go when you misdentify with a struggle that don’t reflect yours
That Anti-Blackness is what got us on enemy front
We putting down a culture that we borrow identity from
They suited up for funerals in a fit of rage
While we sagged our pants, added slang to the shit we say
Our empathy only extends to when we gettin’ paid
Center ourselves, feelin' odd with no even edges
And while we go off, they got Ronald to keep em restless
It’s all interconnected, cause imminent pressure
Fuck a safe space, just launch into the nexus
And get to paying attention
Cuz Britain stole Africa
Then enslaved all the children to get the labour expensed
So please understand, it’s not your motherfucking burden
To educate my perspective
You don’t walk around the world with no reparations embedded
And you can’t expect to get nothing back from these fucking crackers
'Cept pent up hatred and fear
And detonation of ghettos that’s predicated on tears
Separation of class and incrementalists pushing they legislation for fear
Know your dedication and worth is bigger than any part of the melanin in the mirror
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11. |
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[Verse 1: Roheezy]
I was Kingdom Hearts playing, feeling Sora than a motherfucker
Hold the key with bigger shoes to fill
Don't feel the formula of other suckers
I feel my thoughts drift, divorce 'em from the undercover
Cut out that fat 'cause ain't no need for all that butter brother
They funded suckers and then undermined the real
So now when Things Fall Apart at our Roots
We finna run for cover
Thoughts of the Black and Brown
Get us throwed, we fly off of the bat and bounce
Identical, ain't been smokin' but they been crackin' down
Labels tryna front like they know what all the passion bout
But you just a metric for the quota
Feel electric than a motor
If you got the drive, they dead it in a moment
And I been steppin' to the focus of my dreams
Tryna get the depth in order but this decadence is horrid
Spend it for my emptiness, a shell of trifle apathy
My conches layin' on the beach, the hell with my anatomy
Heaven scent, still been smellin' my catastrophe
For betterment of fragrance I been settlin' for bragging rights
Like how's it over there with odor of an ego?
Feelin' major with the choruses and C Notes
Abortin' all the feeble matters, peep the graph you see 'em at
The fee got rappers peakin' at they entrance
Ya'll adore 'em at the peephole
Shit is rugged like a welcome mat
If I don't feel the love, then the stealth come back
I talk about the door to door like salesmen knocking
'Cause you always find me where they seldom at
Developed tactics to help this rap shit amongst the chaos
And learned success don't give a fuck what the fuck it's based off
The whips they coppin' done gifted options to front the pay off
Fell short of ranges, no wonder we flyin' under radars
'Til Abhi pulled up in the whip and now it's fuck a dayjob
[Verse 2: Abhi The Nomad]
Yeah
It's always fuck a day job until you get a day job
And fuck bein' viral til you viral goin' K-Pop
Two weeks notice, two weeks before COVID
Folks with quote on quote "real jobs" were gettin' laid off
(Shut the fuck up)
I could turn potatoes into Cape Cod
I could turn a Sous Chef into Raekwon
Halsey got a deal and pulled a Bernie then she Made Off
These pop artists could probably have a fake off
(Shut the fuck up)
I ain't in this competition, I ain't doin' open verses
If you wanna give me feedback say that shit to me in person
I'd tell you to suck my dick but you can't do it without hurtin'
You might need to have a neck the size of Nickmercs'
All I see is tricks, scams, big curtains
"Indie success" is a rich family helps kids surface
India's best with no thirst traps or dick worship
"But what's the use if the clip jam and the stick working"
Please shut the fuck up, yeah I been Bo Burnham
Fee-fi-fo-fum, I been toe-turnin'
I hope the merch sales is really helpin' pay ya'll
I met ya favorite rapper, it was at a seance
(Shut the fuck up)
Please hit the like and the follow, link in the bio
I'm here goin' live at the condo, be here tomorrow
I'm writing a song that'll be so short you can swallow
It'll last 'bout a ripe avocado, lightning in bottle
(You need to stop it with that flow there)
I'm a craft master, and my tracks really blast past
The initial gas factor, but the product really don't wear
Drip like the nasty shit that's hanging outcha nose hair
First it was blog writers, then it was the playlists
Then it was the influencers bought out by the majors
I'm fine with flyin' under radars, gettin' faded
Laughing at ya netting goose egg and retiring on a dayshift
(Shut the fuck up!)
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12. |
Limbo
03:25
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[Chorus: Roheezy] x2
Stuck in between my home and property
Run everyday, ignoring all my feats
Put me in a ward, decode the nominee
My soul is off the spring, we broke the harmony down
[Post-Chorus: Roheezy]
We broke the harmony down
We broke the harmony, yeah
We broke the harmony down
[Verse 1: Roheezy]
This gifted eagerness keep me settled down under wraps
While living breathing in the present
I’ve come to wear this mask with inconceivable pretenses
(Wake up, blaze up)
Loop routine, and build the beat like my peak endless
'Cause I got ill allegiance to regrets
And tracing back the past instead of penciling reflections
Pent up with heated sketches, cashing in temperature checks
Cold as the meter gets when I meddle with entertainment
So if that cell see us, I’m imprisoned with expectations
Of sentences etched in greatness
And I don’t wanna live like defendants that met the plaintiff
Shit they shove down our throats got us littered with extra waste
I came with the extra weight like Laguardia takeoffs
So start the debate off, bodying the product til seance
The Armageddon of property, working hard for the pay off
But so far the journey done costed me an arm and a day job
Carvin' ya face dawg, I don't give a fuck 'bout ya presence
Once you start to decay I'ma rush you to heaven like whoa
Whatever you do, please just pardon my cadence
The art of heartache been flying out and chartering chaos while I'm
[Chrous: Roheezy] x2
Stuck in between my home and property
Run everyday, ignoring all my feats
Put me in a ward, decode the nominee
My soul is off the spring, we broke the harmony down
[Verse 2: Roheezy]
You tryna judge me for my failure's embarassing
How these white preachers pale and compare a sin?
I might need a knife just to slice heathens
Get through to ya armor, you can go into the night bleedin'
Cut deep as Wayne's tape catalogue
You outta luck and can't roll no sixes
The holy scriptures that held me captive
They wrote that shit to get the medics in
And the rest of the pressure depressive
Settling shit that you started, steppin' to Mecca with vengeance
Claiming decadence, playin' Referee half the time
'Cause them stripes got you the luxury of havin' the time
Gamble on privilege, bet on a better position
Judges that validate murder
Settin' dead precedents while they gettin' dead presidents livin'
At the table and they raisin' the buy-in
They'd rather set up the Better than ever set up the better conditions
And we let up like the Hood when our cylinder crack
They want em smokin hard and thinking they ceiling the crack
But fuck that, foot on the pedal, we revvin' the engine
Metal that send 'em to hell
Revel on those who have bled, elegant toasts to the bread
Stealin' culture on the merit of civilizing the masses
But these Catholic bastards giving death or the debt
In more than one way, the credit been over the red
So if you will, please just pardon my cadence
The art of heartache been flyin' out and chartering chaos
Economic anxiety got 'em out starvin for hate
Cuz they couldn’t tell the difference between Martyrs and Adolf
Look hard for the trade off that betterment prove
Pointing fingers down at the colored like they rent isn't due
Stop to smell the flowers but it's leather infused
That's my Clematis truth, I'm mentally couped like whoa
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13. |
Blank Canvas
02:38
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[Verse: Roheezy]
I been gettin' blank canvases painted
Stand back in amazement
Need the green around me, shoulda ran back to the Matrix
They covering the fuck shit with fantastical fragrance
With Trump outta sight, we won't glance at the new cages
This game was built to lose, not a chance after you play it
The day we win, the day we give land back to the Natives
(Uh, yeah) that's why I can't handle debates
Where the man havin' a point pointin' fingers down at my people
While man handlin' slaveships
Can't brandish my agency, fans hassle impatient
While Labels be takin' bread and give half back to the bakery
Just know they margins is maxed after the maker's fee
Piggybankin' the mattress 'cause secrets fuck with the cash
Stashin' the dough to comfort her, keepin' it under wraps
Blanket statements turned us into neat freaks, covering madness
Makin' our bed then lay in it, sleepy up in the casket
Call out to the dead, know that We G
I say that shit 'cause the team be nothin' but grand
Slicin' ya back and then I'm handing you over ya disk
Ain't no CD touchin' ya hand
No groupie shit, I'ma have you spinnin' up top if we be fuckin' with fans
My mind warped to-her, never needed nothin' but bands
On the flip side, these pigs spillin'
Red over Green like 3D movies and never answer questions from ya Class
Just keep it up like ya hand
When Police be comin' onto the scene, uncovering grams
Now you hopin' that they turnin' a blind eye to the Keys like Stevie bustin' a jam
Bring in the trumpet immediately for funeral services, shit is urgent
[Outro]
I been gettin' blank canvases painted
Stand back in amazement
Need the green around me, shoulda ran back to the Matrix
This is a world premier
Premiering the end of your existence
This is a world...
Come here...
Premiering the end of your existence
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14. |
Inner Child (ft. RANJ)
03:03
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[Chorus: Roheezy]
Yeah my CD on, yeah my CD on
Get my PG on, like I'm playin' Golf
(I ain't playin' no motherfuckin' golf
With your underpar motherfuckers...
Get the fuck back to me right now)
[Verse 1: Roheezy]
Had to reach into my Inner Child to match the story
Healin' wounds with allegories
Lookin' at the asteroids, we turnin' into crashin' Stars
But if I ever get off my path, then put me back in orbit
With these releases, I'm re-releasing these rap endorphins
The deacon reaper, these priests is eager to kill my words
But I pushed through and I'm here...
Yeah, I'm crying through this verse
'Cause I know how hard it gets
For Immigrants to gather intimacy across continents
Two sides of world, but I never explored duality
Until my momma encouraged it, let my passion weep
Beyond academies, I know you hate it when I swear
But I swear that I wouldn't be here
Without you bearin' all the bullshit
Through prayers and hallelujahs
Nah my parents ain't know who Jay-Z was
But still honored Blueprints
I learned the rules and then I broke 'em with my mind
Still hopin' that the odds is in my favor, fuck a constitution
[Chorus: Roheezy]
Yeah my CD on, yeah my CD on
Get my PG on, like I'm playin' Golf
(I ain't playin' no motherfuckin' golf
With your underpar motherfuckers...
Get the fuck back to me right now)
[Verse 2: Roheezy and RANJ]
It's just a feeling that you get
The illest of the sketches
Get my trauma off the trenches
My momma off the lenses of the white man
Coppin' benzes
Adapted to capitalism
(Dealt with the lenders)
But bring it back to your inner Artist, I swear to God
That you'll regret ever tryna turn the pages
Tearin' it off
Move to the next chapter
Who could you vet after?
Project doubt then wake up at 40, head smackin'
[Bridge: Roheezy and RANJ]
Uh, come back to me now
Uh, come back to me now
I said come back to me now
(I need my inner child back in my life right now, please report to the front. We got your keys, you gotta move your car baby!)
RIGHT NOW
RIGHT NOW
Right now
Nananananana
[Outro: Roheezy and RANJ]
I miss Grandma, I miss my Aunty's laugh
And I miss Santa, my presence hardly felt
And I miss...
My Dad comin' into rooms with the proudness
Before I chased my dream with such a loudness
Guess uh...
Guess that's just how the game goes
You either live for yourself or for someone else
Even the people you love
I love you
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