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Never be a trend setter, never be a price taker
Be to the beat like the yeast to the baker
Never be the bend letter, eastward to the acres
No belief in the maker, high regard for the Quakers
Fake belief in the Lakers, what you do in LA?
My regards to the neighbors, check how loud we play!
Out here with the fungal sermons, tabs is on the brain
Humble as the Germans, smuggled cabbage and romaine
Mumblers and virgins, stumble, baggage off the plane
Crumble under pressure, when faggots come complain
What the dumb sustain, mundane 'til maggots eat away
We all gon' decay! Get your affairs squared away!
Call this fare to play, when they stare, get your ass ready
Got the Flair of Voltaire, nose flaring when I'm petty
Airing "nose goes" too steady? Donate your head to science
Well Teddy, your bed too messy, must remake your guidance
Replay your silence, bitch you Pepsi to our classic coke
Home state too woke, compliant, sexy, plastic, broke
Abuse your mileage, crack fantastic when you smoked
Guess who the joke? Confinement, panicking your folks
Stay put and maintain. Direct, with a shot to the brain
More potent than dope getting dropped in a vein
Never pander. Innocent bystanders get hit
When I fuck with your feelings to find answers
What's the point again? To leave it boiling
Gotta keep the raw fresh to keep from spoiling
I'm that anti everything. Commence to meddle with the topics
Only getting better as the clock ticks
Put my head out the window for the ride, I'm a dog!
Fucked up, for fucking with his pride
Minimalistic, needs are non-existent
Try to keep it simple. Supposed to, so I could risk it 4 da biscuit
Armed with a ticket to control the mic
Don't care to make a dime off a lyric
I'ma hold it tighter than a 3rd world cop with a bribe
Ill advice. SICK! Super-powered off that psilocybe
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YAAAAAH! Hit this perfect with no flaws
Making mad heads bounce, like a bitch wearing no bra
YAAAAAH! Hit this perfect with no flaws
Making mad heads bounce, like a bitch wearing no bra
YAAAAAH! I really mean it, our flow coming the cleanest
Don't fuck with the meanest, let 'em go where they like
YAAAAAH! We really fiending to murder the weakest
Don't fuck the machinist, let 'em know when you write
The argument trite, uh huh, do thou what thou might
The monument height, uh huh, see you quite a sight
The student's delight, uh huh, A's and B's no C's
The rudest despite, no Duh-Duh-D's, it's E-to-Z
Tee you up, YAAAAAH! get a better batter at plate
OG? You flush rhythms to flatter the greats!
What better way to do it than rap how you whack?
Now you know you cooling with Shako & Jack!
Show we pro on the track, yeah we take this shit back
Y'all overgrown on the stones, pick up the slack
Twins of the Mack, we rep that BLAQKNOIZ
So watch how you act round those Anthro boys!
YAAAAAH! Hit this perfect with no flaws
Making mad heads bounce, like a bitch wearing no bra
YAAAAAH! Hit this perfect with no flaws
Making mad heads bounce, like a bitch wearing no bra
YAAAAAH! Hit this shit perfect with no flaw
Making mad heads bounce, like a bitch wearing no bra
Faux pas getting sick to they stomach, we so raw
Formulate the science behind every gold bar
I be the vaccine, a quick inoculation
With a mad streak of action and mental occupation
This is my world. All these mu'fucka's pay me rent
Representative for those that be living with no respect
Given or received. I continue doing me. True indeed
Prove to thee, the fucking steaze could move a tree
Choose a beat, give it everything I got. No room to speak
You and me? No comparison... A single degree
Ask em "What the deal? Say exactly what you feel!"
This vernacular could knock a person right off his heels
Question if it's real? No dessert without the meal
When you fuckin' with The Thought and Shako mutha'fuckin' Speel!
YAAAAAH! Hit this perfect with no flaws
Making mad heads bounce, like a bitch wearing no bra
YAAAAAH! Hit this perfect with no flaws
Making mad heads bounce, like a bitch wearing no bra
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In the city where we found our way to grace
In the city where the angels fall astray
In the city, selling their dignity on the boulevard
In the city, where everybody tryn'a be a star, be a star, ay
Hellbent on delivering the fury of the caliphate
Kill a couple Russian hackers, to Make America Great
Damned if we do, damned if we don't, we a Nation-State
Sponsor of the system from which we don't allow escape
Kill the flower, hate, or make the flower bloom
We all trying to avoid our inevitable doom
When they come for you, zoom, zip-zap, skedaddle
You can learn to ball, but you'll never see the paddles
You've never fought your battles, but you've fought plenty of theirs
Build your ass a ladder just to watch them take the stairs
Even if you bare your soul, your skin, and shave off your hair
They'll still feed you to the lions, charge 'em ten just to stare
They loot all your wares, but dangle titties in your face
Slap a logo on the wounds you earn speaking out of place
Falsify your signature with the illusion you choose
Overdose you on some sugar to give you the blues
Kill the dude or hate, or maybe let him grow
We all at each others throat's over land we can't sow
When they come for me, I'll blow this Popsicle stand
Desecrate your vows over a change in the brand
In the city where we fostered Rodney and Dorner
In the city where they sell dope on every corner
In the city where we offer blunts to our lawyers
In the shitty inner city where the melting pot get warmer
In the city where we found our way to grace
In the city where the angels fall astray
In the city, selling their dignity on the boulevard
In the city, where everybody tryn'a be a star, be a star, ay
Let me tell them who I be! (yessir)
S. C. Double-O. P. (yessir)
Coming straight from Pomona, where pimpin' on every corner
Reminds you "life could be sweet or Suga Free" (ay)
Maybe one, maybe two, or maybe three (ay)
Times my block been hot and shot up out on these streets (ay)
But what do you expect, where the place you pay your rent
Got the Gangsters leaning straighter than the police
If you ain't up in a frat, or R-Kelly, nigga watch where you stepping
We be dropping that shit, be careful that you don't step in
This mic up in my hand is such a deadly ass weapon
Blow they brains out with one verse, they gon' need more than Excedrin
You can catch me in my city, at the Fox Building, top ceiling
With some light bud and some Bud Light, dilly-dilly
Really wish the city would let me start a dispensary
But they more concerned with bad press and shitty energy
So I'm gon' keep it moving like this if they don't stop those
Stacking my chips and cheese so I can tell 'em "it's Nachos"
Run for city mayor just to let all these cops know
Potheads pay for salary! These Potheads fix Potholes!
High up off that God's Gift! Holy Rollers
Advancing on some iPhone shit! They Motorolas
Tailor-made for this game, bitch, it's so sewed-up!
I'm 'bout to hit it rich and send money to Pomona, in the city
In the city where we found our way to grace
In the city where the angels fall astray
In the city, selling their dignity on the boulevard
In the city, where everybody tryn'a be a star, be a star, ay
Hear the lines I spit. Regardless, if I'm taking a shit
Or kicking to a crowd, won't stop 'til I cease to exist
I keep it persistent. Breathing out, the evilest gift
Until there's no more room for a reason to fit
No, I'm not waiting anymore. Bust through the door
They got me fucked up! (They got me fucked up!)
Because I'm sure, that if I was to conform
Then they'd be like "Where'd he come from?" (ay, where you from, bruh?)
Cloth cut from the truest. All love for this music
Don't fuck with the rulers, that's running the revolution
Outnumber your steps and move in, we've come for that restitution
Abrupt. Interrupt. Intruding. Reluctantly cause a nuisance
I'm fussing to free influence. Obstruct your conceited views
Trumpet to cut it loose. I buck it to bust a fuse
I reek of fact, I'm getting back the boss' title
When I'm spitefully clicking my pen. Delete your vitals
This recital takes them straight to the end. When I talk, it's final
Because if I know a thing or two, then you'll drop the denial
I pretend not to feel it subconsciously kicking in
While I blend all emotion with prophecy in the print
In the city OD'ing in the tub like we was Whitney
Showing pity to the bums, fresh to death, refusing pennies
In the city with giant golden heads, we getting Schwifty
Catch me tossing you these saw blades like I'm throwing a frisbee!
In the city where we found our way to grace
In the city where the angels fall astray
In the city, selling their dignity on the boulevard
In the city, where everybody tryn'a be a star, be a star, ay
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We try'na do our thing
Know you recognize the flow
Wrap it in a package
To deliver to your door
Never, in your dreams
Could you ever be a clone
We send a peasant packing
Ain't gon' never see the throne
Never under the beat, cause I'm on top of it, consider this the condiment
Can't call it quits, until I grip the public and astonish it
Won't stop if they beg me, popping like a semi-automatic
Something deadly, leave 'em frantic, nothing friendly
Make offerings to the music, when I aim for your chest
Take off with your brain and bruise it, getting painfully blessed
Aging, but stress don't factor in, I tame the B.S
And disrespect the opposition 'til there ain't none left
Keep it pushing, 'til my soul wears down to the bone
Grown colder, over the years, and need no warm clothes
Come close, I'mma let you have it and receive no proceeds
Don't sleep, on a motherfucker, waking you up
Turn stage into Pompeii when the volcano erupts
Ain't even in yet, we just at the cusp
We keep 'em plugged in with the realness, we fucking it up
I let it swing 'til I've busted a nut
We try'na do our thing
Know you recognize the flow
Wrap it in a package
To deliver to your door
Never, in your dreams
Could you ever be a clone
We send a peasant packing
Ain't gon' never see the throne
I won't need no biopic, just read my fucking rhymes
Watch Yo Clock, no, Hold This Dick, sow seeds, it ain't no crime
We ain't no Prhyme, we more like Black Star, hit your shrine
Pay interest on that car, don't lack bars, do this all the time
Y'all do this all for dimes, Vines from Vinyls, fucked it all up
You're Suge Knight or you're Puff, sign 'em just to suck
These cucks in chucks with monster trucks, flexing for the crux
Ain't resurrected, still tucked in dirt, martyr for the lux
Ann Arbor for the bucks, pardon shards of hardened glass
Empty gardens, a whole class just here to kiss The Carter's ass
Judy Garland, hit up Holland, milk of almonds in your pitcher?
Pencils sharpened, darling, 300 Spartans hit your mixer
30 olives for your liquor, a carton and some swishers
Garbage in the whispers, bark like X, XY your zipper
Thought should exercise? Fuck you think I'm chewing?
Energized clever mixtures, fuck you think I'm doing?
We try'na do our thing
Know you recognize the flow
Wrap it in a package
To deliver to your door
Never, in your dreams,
Could you ever be a clone
We send a peasant packing
Ain't gon' never see the throne
It's Mozenraff! Critical lyrical shipments of truth
I got dreams, pain and commitment, all in this booth
My roof is drunk from bass, my floor's a trunk for the basement
I'm standin' on this Rap City with more bars than Tyga
More lines than Tigger's fur, Payment on Delivery
Invisible throne, hop is for the movement, hip is for what's known
I got scones and cones full of kush, it's just fuel for the rhyme
Fat caps and LSD, that's just fuel for my mind
I rip blinds just to see the view shine
I rip SOUL.DOPE. beats like it's '95
Poetry, there odes to me, your story is old to me
Kiss my cold shoulder, ice got your tongue
Cat piss got your lung, COD got you hung
This package cannot be slung
Pulling over fire trucks, I'm going Postal, son
I'm Mozenraff, I'm BLAQKNOIZ, I'm hiphop, I'm done (talking P.O.D)
We try'na do our thing
Know you recognize the flow
Wrap it in a package
To deliver to your door
Never, in your dreams
Could you ever be a clone
We send a peasant packing
Ain't gon' never see the throne
Ain't no shame, do your thang
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Anthrolyricology
It's BLAQKNOIZ
Learn somethin', muthafuckas
Absurd, this work with words. It's clear to tell
What it's worth. Crush Earth to merge heaven and hell
This abomination will give your nerves a frequent shock with language
No indoctrination. All I need is space for proclamation
So let your speakers bump loud enough to rock the nation
Because they probably won't let me on more than college stations
This ain't no dollar chasing. Drowning out your product placement
How's about you stop shouting out amounts? It's not amazing
Lift the rug. An addiction worse than a drug
For the love of this music, I write my verses in blood
Cold day in hell, when I shut my mouth. Never cut it out
Stuff it down your gullet. I'm shoving the public underground
Perfect highway. No shame, pass the story
This is verbalized painting, blind faith and allegories
Peace, to every Rap legend that left before me
Spill it on the curb. Pay your respects, it's mandatory
Sour grapes, get a taste, and they make a face
Take a listen through the vine, never second place
Sour grapes, get a taste, and they make a face
Take a listen through the vine, never second place
Surreal, the way this work with Shako Speel make you feel
Confused with what is real until you ejecting the tape
The great regurgitator, nervous now and faded later
No appropriation, all I got is words and rhythms I can layer
So let ya speakers blast lough enough to shatter windows
Show 'em that creation takes you farther than the sins go!
This ain't no dollar chasing! We ain't the type for sponsorships
Y'all might get hype for right amounts, while we just honor shit
We swept under the carpet, cause we know what backs have targets
It's the rappers in the market with a mission just to start shit
Getting icy in Hades, if my pen is leaving my hands
Give it like I'm giving rabies, help the public understand
Rickety bridge, we don't look down, that's suicidal
Our vicinity to crowns ensures we won't be idle
GLORY! To every Idol, every God who held a mic!
We here to earn your titles and we thank you for the sight
Sour grapes, get a taste, and they make a face
Take a listen through the vine, never second place
Sour grapes, get a taste, and they make a face
Take a listen through the vine, never second place
There's no such thing as racism or terrorism, born in America
There's only active patriotism!
9/11 was an inside, outside job
Like people working at Wendy's, having to wipe down tables in the outdoor eating area
Remembering why we're at war makes my nuts itch, like a good patriot
I was feeding my cat the other day, and it attacked me after I tried to play "God bless the USA"
So needless to say, you know what happened to that damn unpatriotic waste of space (I ate it!)
This country needs more conservative christian views and a lot more Dr. Pepper!
I feel that it isn't fair to point the finger at anyone who believes in the advancement of the military
I'm gonna join the Marine Navy Army, which is reserved for only the most patriotic of patriots
Bet you never heard of it!
Obama was sprouted from a seed and
Trump was the product of twins participating in incestual scat porn.
I don't disagree with the Brexit, which was meant to Make America Great Again
And I disagree with anyone who ever thought
Bernie Sanders deserves something other than a Burnt Sandwich
Todd bless America and all the patriotic police officers, willing to shoot and kill, while asking for ID
Forget the educational system!
We need a gun in every child's hand, so that they can learn what true vengeance means!
Hope you guys don't mind if I go to Venice beach, or the Westside Pavilion to jack off in public
I'm trying to get famous!
Merry Christmas from Sesame Street, and all of us at PBS!
Keep fucking that chicken, America
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Inhabiting a space where the sky does fall
Inhabiting a space where the spiders crawl
Inheriting no space we can’t stand up tall
Inheriting a race we can’t win at all, That’s how it goes
Circling the drain, following the flow, waiting on a call (c’est la vie, c’est la vie)
That’s how it goes, (c’est la vie, c’est la vie)
Cursing in the rain, swallowing our pain, writing on the wall (c’est la vie, c’est la vie)
That’s how it goes (c’est la vie, c’est la vie)
Call me the seeker. Mining for gold, yelling "Eureka!!"
Speakers don't ever pop. Demeanor as clean as beakers
In a lab. Doing research, trying to be a teacher
The craft could freeze a moment, so notice my Mona Lisa
This is home. I feel it, when I'm away from it
I'll never travel far, unless I'm getting paid hundreds
You think we some hippies. You tell them all is good
But when you visit, it's only Venice and Hollywood
My map swallows your atlas, without attempting to
Destitute and wealthy. They neighbors, but one is getting screwed
You could tell where it begins and where it ends
So don't ever cross over to try to make you a friend
It's the reality accepted with the calm breeze
Sunny skies. Looking at crowded beaches and palm trees
You could take all the plastic and melt it all, PLEASE
The face of a facet that speaks of tall dreams
Inhabiting a space where the sky does fall
Inhabiting a space where the spiders crawl
Inheriting no space we can’t stand up tall
Inheriting a race we can’t win at all, That’s how it goes
Circling the drain, following the flow, waiting on a call (c’est la vie, c’est la vie)
That’s how it goes, (c’est la vie, c’est la vie)
Cursing in the rain, swallowing our pain, writing on the wall (c’est la vie, c’est la vie)
That’s how it goes (c’est la vie, c’est la vie)
Call me the bastard, of first generation gentrification
Grew up on the avenues, where Avenues stay on probation
Neighbors disregarding, all the issues that you’re facing
Molotov’s in your garden, garage sprayed with gang paintings
Abortion clinics overflowing patients, lining Figueroa
Every other adult drunk, or blown off baking soda
Roadkill chihuahuas, that probably never had an owner
Cops catch you homeless, one-way ticket to Dakota
You could call up a reporter, but the crime here isn’t news
You could call up a deporter, but the immigrants are Jews
Another middle class family priced out of suburbia
Evicting the residents, Andale, let’s hurry up
Babysitters, housekeepers, little Christian kids in uniform
Underpaid teachers, now public schools are not the norm
A bunch of cafes replacing the Taquerias
We a little salty, they watered down our margaritas
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
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Oh, you think you lying? Y tu? And to me?
Wonder why you crying? Boo-hoo! Excuse me
Thunder, you dying, ba-boom! Set you free
Plunder? You trying, but your Doom soon to be
It's a tomb in the seas, this a room for the beasts
It's the loon with the feast, the cartoon on the beat
Either poon or the peace and you muse cause you weak
This the news of the week, how The Damn Thang goes
It's the truth of the land, it's the fleece of the sheep
It's the duty of man, that to fight for your keep
It's the Rudy, the Stan, it's the truly asleep
We uprooting the plan, we providing the deep
We been making a Peep, we ain't taking no Xans
We been trying to leap, out the land of the damned
We been keeping the peace, but we'll fight where we stand
We been cooking with grease! How The Damn Thang go!
Hiphop to blame, Doing The Damn Thang
In the pocket with the change, Doing The Damn Thang
Needless to say, Doing The Damn Thang
Doing The Damn Thang, Doing The Damn Thang
"Striking this match, I'm a kid with a can of gas
with your whole fam sleeping
I could give a fuck if it's safe for the masses
Homie, you could go ahead and BLEEP it
Born for a reason. All I hear is crime and ass
Come outta y'all, so I'm calling out "TREASON!"
Mind full of meaning. Wrote what I wrote for the healing
Didn't wanna make it too revealing
Trapped in a bubble. You know what the deal is
We all gotta suffer, while ignoring the feeling
Carve a division outta raw metaphysics
The dawn of the skillful mathematical wizards
Tips in a jar, Never shared
I'm a selfish asshole and I don't even care
Dumb from the jump and I know it ain't fair
So just SHUT THE FUCK UP and open your ears!"
Hahahahaha Anthro Doing The Damn Thang
What you think you doing? Got one over on me?
Hearing your Boo-Hoo-ing and it's wearing on me
Catch you once you suing, then you losing to me
Fuck the bitch you wooing, let it prove who you be!
Keep the groove on the beat, keep your head out your ass
Crush you under my feet, I'm a Jew and you glass
Pull you off of the teat, then I'll pocket your cash
Catch the pocket and dash, how the Damn Thang Goes
Steal your rocket and crash, in the market to bash
Set a target and smash, take a robber to task
Keep the guard of the flask! Wishing death on the liver
Thinking breasts in the winter, and there they go!
Underground like Splinter, Turtle Shell like Roshi
Running 'round a winner, whipping like I'm Yoshi
Whipping like Mad Max, George Miller, Joji
Chiller than a Mochi, how The Damn Thang Goes
Hiphop to blame, Doing The Damn Thang
In the pocket with the change, Doing The Damn Thang
Needless to say, Doing The Damn Thang
Doing The Damn Thang, Doing The Damn Thang
Hating on a God, already knowing the game
Hitting the brain, hard as when you visit a dame
Fixing to change myself, so pick up the same habit
And stay at it. Don't get caught in the race, ratting
I make happen, what I want. Remain placid
And make matters worse, when I'm calling your name
Off the chain. Freedom. I don't fuck with the fame
And put it on for the love of the flames
Thin cause I'm on a new diet
The news turn the revolution to a riot
That's why, when we fight, we only do it in private
So don't give chase. This how we learned to survive it
Fuck a religion, I'm making fun of em
Isn't it just amusing how we lifting up the cumbersome?
If there ain't a difference, then why do we seem to trouble them?
Shit I spit is gospel. Bring it up to humble them (Oh)
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If you know me, you probably don't
Cause these little fuckers been stealing my style all along,
But it's J RieLa, the Go-RieLa
Now you know, Nigga, IE's pillars
What the fuck you thought? Don't tell me what I can't do
But what I CAN do, is bring light to a dark room
I told you what I can do, or I can foos in the canned food
And hand you a can of what not to do
Or get handled like Hanz and see what these hands do
I ain't scared to strike you
You couldn't match bonfires with dragons
Dragging you through hellfire
If I only sixteen, cyphers
Nigga, you're lying if you handle my thirty-two's (HAAA!)
Studying the rhythm? Can Do!
Oh, you need the serum? Can Do!
Bring the cataclysm? Can Do!
Bring the lyricism like we Nocando!
Bring the static in the form of BLAQKNOIZ
Passionate as fuck! Swing a mallet. This is far beyond the average
Putting language up. Fuse it with the fury
Abusive, don't take it purdy. I'm snatching the only worm up, early
Out to germinate the seed, plant roots
No defeatist attitude. It's the sweetest taboo
At the speed of bamboo, I grow, so you could see the "Can Do!"
Persist enough to see the plan through
Far from and average Joe. Mocking the status quo
Bomb promise. Bout to set it off, I don't stand alone
We keep eyes closed to simpletons
As I call on my BLAQKNOIZ brothers to bring it in!
Fuck a square dance. Doing my jig with a pyramid
I'm a fool and I'm still a "kid" but could prove that I get it in
Mind the movement. A monument to consume your environment
Remove entitlement. We don't choose to be violent.
Murderous melodic. These words conceal a coffin
Nervous, perceive a problem. I'm not gonna keep it calm
My team, no confusion, with music we all armed
Can do on stupid. We oozing with raw charm
Studying the rhythm? Can Do!
Oh, you need the serum? Can Do! (YEAH)
Bring the cataclysm? Can Do! (WHAT?)
Bring the lyricism like we Nocando!
Let the rhythm hit 'em like Eric B. and Rakim
Get 'em out your vision like Donny T. on a whim
Settle for the system, the economy get slimmed
Meddle with the pistons, the camaraderie of HIM
Questioning a profit, watch the acolytes get hot (hot)
Forking up your sockets, caught you typing for the bots (bots)
Purchasing your stocking, watch you hyping for the lot
Stuff it with my droppings, caught you crying on the spot (waaaaaa)
Saw you dying on the rocks, dizzy, thirsty, confused
Get you climbing to the top, for the bone-hurting juice
See you trying all for naught, gets me worried for you
So if you need a favor baby boo, Can Do! (yeah!)
Anthro got you covered even better than Obamacare
No hoes, I got lovers, fingers tangled in yo Momma's hair
Stole your baby mama, I don't know why you would care
You could make a perfect copy down the street at Build a Bear
You won't need a RealDoll, it's not like she can find her pussy
Heels might make you feel tall, but you might die if I get pushy
Lines to make your skin crawl, hope your blanket nice and cushy
Clean it up? Can Do! But take that stick out your tushy!
Studying the rhythm? Can Do!
Oh, you need the serum? Can Do!
Bring the cataclysm? Can Do!
Bring the lyricism like we Nocando!
Studying the rhythm? Can Do!
Oh, you need the serum? Can Do!
Bring the cataclysm? Can Do!
Bring the lyricism like we Nocando!
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The antithesis of the alcoholic asshole
Nemesis of the neglected negative Nancy
The timid tutor, totally toxic type of tadpole
Hedonistic Hector, the half-hype be handy
Role-play a role-model to rectify the recipe
And open your oculars, own an opus opportunity
The Lotus-eater, locus looking at your legacy
Yummy young Yuppies yammering so yearningly
The ruddy rope ripped, so the risk is realistic
An isolated incident, innocently intermittent
Contagious criminality in Congress and Congregation
Obstinate, oblivious, the opulence of orchestration
The lecherousness of the logarithmic lies
Occupations occupied by the ostentatious and optimized
The gaseous geostrategist got glycerin to guide
Your Yardbirds and Yuletides, Yohalmo asking “Y?”
A.N.T.H.R.O.L.Y.R.I.C.O.L.O.G.Y (Spell it Out, Spell it Out)
A.N.T.H.R.O.L.Y.R.I.C.O.L.O.G.Y (Spell it Out, Spell it Out)
A.N.T.H.R.O.L.Y.R.I.C.O.L.O.G.Y (Spell it Out, Spell it Out)
A.N.T.H.R.O.L.Y.R.I.C.O.L.O.G.Y (Spell it Out, Spell it Out)
An Aftermath afore affinity, apocalyptic
Naggin' all you non-nurtured, new age, neutered neolithics
Topical tactician, talkin' at 'em too twisted
Holding heavy-handed history, highlighted by the hit list
Relegating righteousness, ripplin' rhymes and rhythms
Obliterate opposition, ozone-n' these organisms
Lobe-loaning loquaciously, loaded, lit for the listens
You yap, yakking Yuppies, yammering youth-phemisms
Rapidly reap the ripest, rotative reanimation
Ignoramus in the ice, ignitin' the imitations
Crew connected, collective conscious creation
Ornary originality, open orientation
Landing lucrative, locking in liberation
Organize all of your options, I'm opting for ovulation
Good Golly! A go-getter, I gotta grab on to greatness
You yelling, I yawn and “yup” you, yes! It's Yippee ki-yay, bitch!
A.N.T.H.R.O.L.Y.R.I.C.O.L.O.G.Y (Spell it Out, Spell it Out)
A.N.T.H.R.O.L.Y.R.I.C.O.L.O.G.Y (Spell it Out, Spell it Out)
A.N.T.H.R.O.L.Y.R.I.C.O.L.O.G.Y (Spell it Out, Spell it Out)
A.N.T.H.R.O.L.Y.R.I.C.O.L.O.G.Y (Spell it Out, Spell it Out)
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Yo, It's Anthro
Bout to rock it like this
Ripping out this paper bag just to make an omelet
Breaking all these eggs. Stain it red, until I've taken office
Archetypal. Tower as high as Eiffel
Empowered and downright spiteful. My mic could disarm a rifle
Pull the whole color spectrum outta BLAQ and white and paint it vivid
Not for business. In it for more than just to make a living
Pay the difference. Yours, mine and his is not the same commitment
I'm on a terrible path and want them all to witness. Greatness by force
Raising your thoughts passed the limit
You could feel it vibrate through your heart
Mannequins get knocked over, quick. No hesitation
And make them vomit off of this eloquent presentation
Let it ring! You could call it unscrewed music
If it don't tickle your fancy, call it "FUCK YOU!" music
At war with the enemy, you bet it's a threat
Surpass law. Ill-Legitimate, we settle the debt!
We Ill Legitimate
We Ill Legitimate
We Ill Legitimate
Spill it on your brain!
Coming up on the final, I hope your studies were diligent
I hope you recognize the art should make you a militant
Our style on the rhythm should only threaten the impotent
Some boombap for y'all, prove that our ill is legitimate
Prove my will ain't malevolent by gunning you down
That's a simple metaphor, I've never purchased a round
I know what I'm meant for, at least I hope that I know
I hope we drop our dope and grow to the toast of the show
Most don't really know, it takes a fire in the pit of your gut
If you only rhyme for hire, you should be giving it up
Otherwise you take your mic and you organize a mob
If we utilize our minds, pulverize better than bombs
Take my fury out the furnace to hammer out a pen
If you don't have it, get it, fuck commandment number ten
Be legitimately ill, and you'll terrify the village
Yeah I killed you bitch, but that don't make me the villain
This is lyric anthropology, we spit historical texts
Check the fourth dimension, we only seeing what's left
Whatever record's next, we voices of the present tense
It's BLAQKNOIZ with the heft, godly but not heaven-sent
We Ill Legitimate
We Ill Legitimate
We Ill Legitimate
Children of the game! (Supe!)
Thank you SOUL.DOPE. for a track so dope
When I'm through, the listeners will be looking for they nose
On that note, I'm as fly as a boat, high as a moat (wait that don't make sense)
With a suspended Rap license, looking to get revoked (that do)
I'm a ghost, I transform into smoke
Lets you inhale, while I intrude your throat, choke choke
You should watch for the man in the cloak, shattering thrust from a dagger
Directly into an actor who I decide's not a factor, in fact, it's just a cancer
I think I'm the real Richard Pryor, you here to Jo Jo Dancer
I rolled in with a trunk full of funk, now get your hands up
Where my smokers in the place? Break it down, and burn them grams up
All the naysayers? Please leave the building and close your clams up (shhhhh)
My flow fuck with you like watching Muslims eat a ham lunch
With extra bacon, sitting across from a Caucasian
And before his first bite, he thanking Jesus for his Graces (what the fuck?)
Yeah, that look, that just came across your faces
That's the one I'm searching for with every Metaphor
I'll take your favorite rapper's soul, that's just to become Immortal (Immortal)
Doctor Strange, I don't step in the booth, I jump through a portal (through a portal!)
Nova, bunch of Scotty, the shit, a port-o-potty I should get high
And record an album in one night, that's like, beating up twelve niggas in one fight
Emerging without a scratch, bruise, knot, or a bite (how?)
Mark for that matter, word to BLAQKNOIZ, we high off the Dark Matter
What others shoot your ass to the atmosphere faster?
Than the speed of light, I always say what I mean like I can't read or write
Give your bitch hot rod, minus the gleaming pipes
Got that dope for the hustlers and the fiends alike
Got bars harder than yours, didn't mean to type
Better bring the yellow tape, and the CSI, BLAQKNOIZ turn the day to night
(That's cold) Yeah, Dope boy, I'll lace these niggas
The police gon' break they chalk tryn'a trace these niggas
Oooh, Supe, yeah, yeah, yeah
We Ill Legitimate (we what?)
We Ill Legitimate (we what?)
We Ill Legitimate (so what?)
And everytime expect flame, bitch!
That's right
BLAQKNOIZ
Two Thousand Eighteen
Aimed at your third eye
So keep your shit open
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Last track...
Anthrolyricology
Yohalmo on the beat
BLAQKNOIZ
They say one for the treble, two for the trouble
Three for the pebbles skipping cross the puddle
Four for the devils, five for the reality we uncoupled
Six for the kids in Aleppo, still dead beneath the rubble
Seven for the babies, blended in the womb
Eight for the wars we ended, nine for the tombs
Ten for the send up, bend your knee to be the groom
Eleven for the crazy ladies, lend a ring, receive your doom
Twelve for the teeny bopper, acting grown for Insta- fame
Thirteen from the hip-hopper, BLAQ outgrown the kissing game
Fourteen for the virgins, and fifteen for the throne
Sixteen bars of urgent, the same been said, throw me a bone
Seventeen for the candles, eighteen for the smokers
Nineteen for the bandos, hot the box, then chew the okra
Twenty for the decade, the lox that's served by slaves
Twenty-One for the savage, pray his dumbass survives the grave
You know it's The Thought that counts
One, two, three, fuck, you get what this about
Listen carefully for the sounds, from the underground
Where the crowned breathe on behalf of the drowned
You know it's The Thought that counts
One, two, three, fuck, you get what this about
Listen carefully for the sounds, from the underground
Where the crowned breathe on behalf of the drowned
Twenty-One for the bud stems, twenty for the lung phlegm
Nineteen for the Actavis and eighteen for the cuffs
Seventeen for the air I breathe, sixteen is killing me
And fifteen for all the motherfuckers that ain't feeling me yet!
I give fourteen to the vets
And thirteen to the good balance of luck that I get
Twelve is for 12, right outside 7-Eleven
And ten for the day I get to break bread with my brethren
Nine for lessons, eight for counting blessings
Seven, I take in everything, and six for the questions
Five, I bring it way live, what they ask for
With the last four, come with more cut than a knife
Three for the fact that you can see it bubbling right
And two for the competition as they suck on the mic
Troublesome, break 'em, make 'em walk to the light
They ain't fucking with number one, this the love of my life
It's hiphop!
And it don't stop, motherfuckers!
Anthrolyricology!
BLAQKNOIZ!
Uh, The Thought and Shako Speel 'bout to take over this motherfucking Earth
Shit, we capture the dirt under your motherfucking feet, motherfuckers
Uh, get familiar!
2 4 Da Trouble
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released October 26, 2018
produced by BLAQKNOIZ
