1. |
East Coast Blues
04:22
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freeze in the cold
feel the wind cut through your coat to the bone
you wait for the bus
boston is heartless they dont show ya love
they dont give a fuck
don't let you be
might get it for cheap, and that's different from free
she won't stick around
spendin the night, but she don't hold you down, fam she ain that type
yeah I need a change, and lord I dont know how
sleeping til five, choppin lines i blow clouds
like i'm stuck in the sound
50,000 souls and i'm stuck in the crowd
they all move away move away
change up their style, maybe change they face
memories can fade
all these glass buildings, lose ya sense of place, throw it away
chase a wave roll a fat spliff
played her part well, actress
didn't mean much, practice
just a small flame, matches
angel from the coast
used to sharp threads but he looking a ghost
nickles on the dime yeah
look at how they shine
i started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff
everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough
but the joke was on me there was nobody even there to bluff
i'm going back to chicago i think i've had enough
allston my old place new vans
stone gray
knock on her door like the dope mnn,
give her the horse , trojan
damn, , no pork go ham
no fork go yam, new york? no fam
this my chicago flow, and marijuana smoke
like that bateau ivre, that's that drunken boat
like I burned out
I was a genius , turned out
all out
my birds fly south
yeah, step in the light
boston born and raised but, I aint with that life
everything flosston, did it black and white
wait til the night
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2. |
Bad Habits
04:33
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Slouchin toward babylon
see through the veil
Slouchin toward babylon
see through the veil
they torn down the temple
scattered my people
stolen our books
under their banners of eagles
spreading the gospel of lies
their leaders speak evil and prosper
lately they walk down our streets with their colors
know that we wont treat them hostile
I feel like my people are scared of their power
sometimes a fist is better than talkin
sometimes a fight is your best option
better win or wind like up qadaffi
told em dont talk to me you aint my boss
in all your world there's nothing I want
ain't taking your calls ain't part of your cause
hundreds of thousands have died on a cros
s hundreds of thousands have talked to allah
aint takin your calls aint part of your cause
In the furnace youre made
he aint your friend if he cant relate
struggle but dont want to see you escape
that aint a friend that's a fake
negative vibes from looks on their face
tellin you lies and can't look in your face
i'm cuttin em of
f you stuck in a maze
when I was on stage and they loved me
I heard you was wishing I flopped
I know all the reasons you bitter with envy
cause I can be something you're not
I know all your plots
i'm closing the door and i'm checking the locks
i'm takin the loss, crossin it off
these kids would kill their own dogs
damn, an all that's a shame
these doctors dont know what's wrong with your brain
maybe your moms, maybe cocaine
maybe you mad because you missed your plane
and nothing will change, you stuck in your lane
you stuck in your place like they frozen the frame
you should be honest for once in your life
but I know that aint in your veins
dive in my time machine
talkin to seraphim
part of its tragedy
part of its mandolin
life as a burn out put all the work out call that a work out
told me dont worry promise it works out
i'm getting older can't find no work now
back in the days I didnt mind
cause who could say that I didnt grind
pocket a crumbs to pocket a ones
thought I was tough cause I bought some chucks
when I was young the world was open
every day passes the world is closing
how can you hate me you dont even know me
cause of my look or the way I been chosen
stay wavy like oceans, drinkin that yuengling
stay in the lab with the shure sm7
everything real like films in my memory
just like the seventies
feelin the pressure
the wicked can rise but I stay on the level
an I seen her dance
bathed in the moonlight, I seen her dance
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3. |
Snakeeyes
05:34
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stepped on,
breathless
liiiife
my necklace
get it
i dunno who said it
you can get it if you really want it
forget it
im taking pictures
sent a message
when i seen you nude
undressin
i aint rich
i aint stressing
too young for hell
too fly for heaven
on a lost highway
country blues
feel like
i was born to lose
im on thirties
loud and brew
nothing new
nothing new
took a chance on lucky seven
snakeyes look my way
all i want is you in my bed and
another gram to waste
august chicago
too hot
boston
fulla cops
kids claim
what they not
i break hearts
i drop tops
no case
i dont talk
they listen
they watch
i dropped out
no box
my time
no clock
gettin it off the clock an all get it ilke the 80s
ls stay waved, medical, blazin
maybe the devil takin him but i get what i want
29 missed calls today cause i got what they want man
my life so real
no ice no jewels
write like no listen
no contract no jewels
took a chance on lucky seven
snakeyes look my way
all i want is you in my bed and
another gram to waste
took a chance on lucky seven
snakeeyes look back
all i want is you in my bed and
another hit of hash
will it its no dream
leanin from codeine
hittin me in the dopamine
stay free, hold keys
thru gates of horn and ivory dreams cone
i seen it all before, rerun
shes ya lover now let her wear your coat
don complain to me when she leave you old and broke
you want the rush, take a lethal dose
two years on the waterfall, then its all you wrote
the flag is still
the wind is calm
then helicopters
napalm bombs
they burn like tigers
with chrome like tires
smoke an fire
what my life is
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4. |
New Shoes
04:08
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church bell rings an the junkie sings
an everything is painless
im on that green and im on the lean
i can taste the colors
smokin that purp and that tangerine
everything uncovered
an tonight i got everything i need
i got tru religions
levi jeans wit the crease, wit the crease
yeah i got the new shoes
new vans on my feet on my feet
got a text from mona
her folks away and she tryna fade
she i know got that good good
she tryna ride my wave
yeah i got them new shoes x 8
i feel just like achilles
walk wit a bop and i cantbe touched
i know my town gon feel this
when they poin up and they light a dutch
an i just cashed my paycheck
an is under three fuck it thats enough
just need sum to play with
jukebox on, play that careless love
you dudes need a uhaul
pack it up start moving out
you drunk as hell, picking fights
and that aint the vibe this aint the crowd
we just tryna chill fam
been a long week on the grind n all
an ion fuckwit pills fam
my pain relied no tylenol
and I don't care about the tab
let em know this rounds on me
got my vans on with my pack
mo wavy then an ocean
monday morning gotta work a shift
yeah i got them new shoes
all my people gotta work to live
yeah i got them new shoes
times is hard but i bought some clarks
yeah i got them new shoes
nothing ever hurt til you stole my heart
yeah i got them new shoes
off the map way off the the charts
yeah i got the new shos
an no luck wit love an no luck wit cards
yeah i got them new shoes
catch me shining on the boulevard
yeah i got them new shoes
blunted wit the brown bags in the park
yeah i got them new shoes
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5. |
Rome
04:18
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tried to catch a glimpse
past the cloud,
saw wheels on fire,
angel eyes
saw the ships come in,
the soldiers too,
and the st george cross
planted on the moon
and they shaved her head
and tore her clothes
and after that
she never spoke
first they killed the men, th en the rest they sold,
salt the ground, burn our bones
out the walls
with carts of gold,
women in chains,
stole our scrolls
no this land is not my home,
i know this land is not my home
gotta write it down,
i might forget,
wake up dazed,
back in my bed
think im free
and im one of them
i might forget
its just pretend
you beat me down
unto the ground
how the fuck
ima be your friend
you bastards livin off borrowed time,
dont look to mine
for time to lend
your empires two thousand years,
blood and tears
and still will end
always bet on the hand of gd
when he raise us up against wicked men
an my cousin died
, fifteen young
but he gave his life to
drive you out
an if i go
at least i know
my lifes about the perfect sound
and god will judge,
i hope forgive,
when he sees my heart
my own crimes
the sons of light in dark times,
with frozen eyes for hard times
you call yourself a man of peace
behind the mask a man of lies
you call yourself the son of slaves
but we all know thats not your life
you tell the crowd you brought them bread
we all know you dont share your wine
in the public eye youre a family man
but we all know thats not your wife
life is short,
life of crime,
woke up in a ditch,
tried to climb
all i know is fives and dime,
nine to fives,
grind to grind
an ariel
sharon is gone,
gone a long time,
gone forgood
when the rockets reach your house
you hit them back, course I would
no human shield
shoot to kill,
and you would too,
thats too real
an i I aint a martyr for em
in a lion pit
or broken on a wheel
im a puppet on a string,
but its all good,
i see the strings
an if her stock yehudit
the only way she see a ring
treatin people cynical,
no sinner tho,
a prophet hahh
people over profits haaa,
but some men live above the law
think that they could run from gd
justice blind and judge us all
every soul, great and small
tzaddikim ans sons of dogs
rich and poor, real and fraud,
all men hear the siren call
specially when whites involved, or alcohol
yeah, the flag is still, the wind is calm
the heart of man is restless, cause he knows hes alone
crusaders bearimg weapons, the bloody star and crescent
an me im on that medicine, that indica, that smoke
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6. |
When I'm Down
03:57
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early morning
static channel
pretty pictures
in my camera
i been trippin
i been faded
pick your number
yelllow pages
when i'm down i been down
don't matter everything is plastic
when i'm trippin i been trippin
tryna capture life in the lens
Early morning smoking up
put it down, pen and pad
this gotta change
they all asleep that's tryptophan
ls, you trippin man
chased a wave just a crutch
fallin down a flight of stairs
couldn't see tried to touch
an life's a struggle every day's a price gouge
every city turnin all the lights out
an belts tighten up, hunger games and they watchin us
nsa, watchin us, plus hussein he been watchin us
i been on the bus, i dont drive
only gd a mine is, adonai
no messiah in my time
still survivin, blazin dimes
stay alive, stay an rise , eyes wide open scopin
an I bought an o, a subway token
lurk on the low, an they barely know
ladies man but I stay alone
I didnt mean to lead you on
but you'll still pick up when i call you tho
im lightin up, smokin out
foggy night im waved off
good weed, good lean leffe blonde and 8 shots
when i'm down i been down
don't matter everything is plastic
when i'm trippin i been trippin
tryna capture life in the lens
up in allston up on broad street
what you want girl just call me
things have changed but still the same
promise that i'll never be your friend
perfect day, lou reed
just let me know what you need
fuck if they judge how you eat
what you seen been true
lonesome highway, steel guitar
angel eyes, crashing cars
east texas, pa hard
bangin screw, sippin bar
up on a flight like a satellite
by the candle light what the phantom write
washington heights and i packed the pipe
i'm a pretty boy but no fashion type
walk wit a bop and a fancy watch
chop on the block wit a dancer broad
flow so sick cancer out
flow so sick passing out
ask about that els kid, he sells shit, peddle it
paperwork, settlement, dropped a rack, decadence
evidence get confiscated, wasting ink, always faded
what you want, pay to play, hallway plays
dropped a text and i'm on the way, an like vinyl she wanna play
fuck around wit that white girl, palin, john mccain
outsiders, artist types, comic books, dark nights
i look good, thats art right, all we are is sparks right
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7. |
You Treat Me Wrong
04:32
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pawns to the right
players to the left
hole inside my heart
missing from my chest
I know where you are
only wish the best
I know what we are
wish I could forget
wish I could protect myself
I could see the angles
try to keep my hands clean
but i'm not an angel
pop another pain pill
let my records play tho
baby, i know you're gone
you treat me wrong
but i still want you
baby, you took my heart
you tore it out
you play with cards
baby, i'm not your pawn
i don't belong here
not without you
baby, i heard them talk
they talk a lot
they talk about you
send you all the drake lines
write I missed ya eyes
both know what it really meant
easy to deny
easier to lie
and say there's someone else
easy to forget me
an put me on the shelf
never make it dolo
find a find to deal
lookin back I dont know
if anything was real
playin wit the tarot
an I get the wheel
no surprise you showed up
devil in her heels
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8. |
King For A Day
04:56
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they move out the slum n immigrants change
hold on to your culture
dont change your name
but station to station
every place in the nations
where my people been chased
keep the taste of the pavement
souls may be born pure
it's the world thats tainted
and i'm getting wasted
and i'm getting wasted
and i'm just tryna smoke a bit bag a chick and strok
e
yeah i know the flood approach but we can get a boat
thick thighs, full lips, i could be ya man
i been on that greyhound , bolt bus peter pan
i been off the planet girl you dont understand
i know there's somewhereelse where we can work the land
i been off the planet girl i seen past the veil
this is just a bluescreen, it aint even real
l
they thrown a parade that day I wasn't in the crowd
i didn't feel what they felt, under the golden bough
lights of a ufo crimson against the cloud
i see them shining still, shining like chinatown
you'd be king for the day man, wearin that ivy crown
reign when the wheat grows, and maybe beyond the fall
but somebody pay the price and somebody weigh the dice
justice is blind just a line in the book of life
all the judges crooked
justice is so hard to find
they changed it all like brooklyn
rich get, riches, we get, scraps
I know the systems riggged and I dont chase the cash
i don't even want that
amalek live in in a fancy crib, burn it up like a loud pack
they dont een know me
i'm about to jump off and they been gettin cold feet, i been getting no sleep
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9. |
Retro VHS
04:50
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10. |
Beautiful Loser
03:18
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