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Image of God
02:58
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Lamb's blood on my door, kingdom of the lord
Distant from the sins that the Christians let us kill Him for
Praise the pigment of the Moors, crumbled-up brochures
Ain't enlisting to be kissing every boot that touch my floor
Those that say that "less is more" look like dragons on the hoard
I'm the type to question blessings, end up falling on the sword
Yes I've been arrested, imperfect with how I soared
No respect when you address me, 'less it's numbers on the board
I was summoned by the chords but they bored with modern art
I ain't husband to a whore so they don't order from my cart
Ate my crumbs and went to war, I was damned right from the start
False-claim I understand like it's my plan to play my part
A broken man, but full of heart, life spent standing on his smarts
Who won't take his thoughts to market 'til he marks it on a chart
Darken the harbor as he floats back with the sharks
Barking to hearken my art before I'm snapping like a Stark
I'm not capping, been a quark, blink and you might miss me
Came back, then there were none, on my Agatha Christie
I'm not Ash, Brock or Misty, I'm more like red with a Pidgey
I've got a passion for myths that lost their splash in the sixties
It ain't a raft it's a dinghy, don't fuck around with my ego
All my exes look silly, they chalk me up to a Leo
But don't be knocking the Neo before he popping like Ne-Yo
Chopping conscious cuts of meat like I'm Kito on Keto
I've been dropping lots for free but barely dented the depot
Got so caught in costs and fees, but I believed in my FICO
Walked in to plates of cheese and got deceived for a C-note
Got two Two-A degrees, I'm still received like mosquitoes
I never visit casinos or fill my elbows with needles
I'm the lost son of Dylan when it come to my pen
Y'all can pop your placebos and swear to God that you need those
I'm The Thought that your Gods are the children of men
They say we're made in the Image of God
But they wait for His arrival
They too focused on The Bible
Can't they see it's a facade?
'Cause we ain't afterthoughts
We the only ones that I know
The culmination of survival
Or not!
They say we're made in the Image of God
But they wait for His arrival
They too focused on The Bible
Can't they see it's a facade?
'Cause we ain't afterthoughts
We the only ones that I know
The culmination of survival
Give your faith to those you've got!
We way more than squad
You the family that I chose
Hope you come to some of my shows
I'm just trying to make you nod
'Cause these days born from the rot
Take a shot to make the vibe grow
This a thought that guide my life though
"The word of man has got it wrong!"
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The birds stare at me, I stare back
The first words I heard were that this has to be a mismatch
Even then, I saw that glimmer in his eye
That they would rather put me back than introduce me to the sky
I'm a product of high expectations
Try to make good with these lofty goals
Why do I got to subscribe to a life that
I unequivocally would have never chose?
Though, I was handed a weighted deck for the faint breaths
Given legs before I knew to stand
Know that I have fumbled every motion of a plan
Stalling hopeless on the gram, a prisoner in my Azkaban
He sees myself in him, I see him in myself
Two cornered warriors trying to go for the belt
Knowing who ever steps first, gets thrown out way of their shell
Who will make the first move? May the walls never tell
Be still, laying down in my own repetition
Moves that've led me towards the road to perdition
Peaking in the rear view can I really be forgiven?
Time's ticking
Times ticking, my grind missing, I'm missing
Eyes forward, no time for the rewind living
I been on a mission tryna live, barely existing
Barely listen when I'm hailed a king
We rare and different, the bling
Could not afford me the shine that I needed
Even though I was fiend for cars and the hoes and the gleam
When I was just only a teen, man, it was only a dream
Now I rap circles around their circles, my circle supreme
They called me Urkel, providing verses while serving the beats
Swerving, a nerd and a geek with words, I bring herbs to concede
This is a service to me, I just want the praise for what I do
I'm not amazing but I feel the angels sang for how I grew up
Out of such a harsh environment, not to make excuses
But if I have to eat some more shit, I'mma lose it
(Yeah, y'all feel that?)
The winds of change, they came and took me away
And I don't know where I'm going, but I think I'm straight
They call me deranged, 'cause I seek a way
To find deeper change, around beats and make
My own peace, I wait, I wait
I wait, but I'm tired of waiting
I just want, I just want my due
(My due)
I just want, I just want my due
(My due)
I just want, I just want
My, my due!
The path is everlasting and ever-changing
Which way you facing don't even matter, try to stay along the lake
Often wished to be a bastard 'cause my pops was not amazing
I don't soften from complaining, built a coffin for the take
Got to make away clean, not a stray they ain't seen
Mustered up my courage 'cause the pain's on my team
Split at the seams, the listens blossom and wane
I been the moss on the leaves where the songbirds play
I burned the garden of Eden by eating what they told me not to
Stopped for the heathens with the thoughts of a yahoo
Dropped a "good evening" and tried to be along my way
But I was lost on the treason they'd been plotting for the day
I saw God wasn't even there, an empty cup and evening chair
Easing up my tension but depleting what I see as fair
Me? I'm just a layman with the patience of a fish
Not the aim to place a laser to the names upon my list
Caught a secret agent in the game and laid a diss
But the "saved" ain't paid attention so the grave became a ditch
Now there's snakes in the grass, so I'll stick to plots of dirt
It's a marathon so keep your pace and you're first
I'm sick of waiting, the worst, give me a stage and I'll burst out
I just want, I just want my due
(My due)
I just want, I just want my due
(My due)
I just want, I just want
My, my due!
Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream
You saw me think twice and thought you had one up on me
I spent a life behind a cover that I didn't even write
Broken glasses in the cupboard, must it be a poltergeist?
Or embodied bulls in china shops, the lobby full of virus stocks
If you want the choir, it's time for turning Tidal off
Yeah I'll scoff when confronted by pay-to-play 'cause it doesn't
Make any sense if I'm an artist and I write 'cause I love it
When chefs pay the diner and death sells designer
I'll be less concerned with the finer points of performance
But it's more than annoyance when y'all paying the piper
Rappers staying in diapers, better hit the florist
'Cause it stinks in here, y'all ain't thinking clearly
I just want, I just want my due
(My due)
I just want, I just want my due
(My due)
I just want, I just want
My, my due!
Saw an oasis out the corner of my eye
Imagined some placements with Top Dawg Entertainment
Made some arrangements that could make you cry
I promise, it's not anger motivating what I try
Plates of struggle food, losing weight without exercise
Think I'm whack 'cause I got too many bars to memorize
But I ain't entered pride to enterprise and screw you out your capital
I just want my due, my truth is valuable
I just want, I just want my due
(My due)
I just want, I just want my due
(My due)
I just want, I just want
My, my due!
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Cherry-picking grave-robbers
It was Bush not the Clintons with a gay daughter
Slurry made from rainwater
Mixing in with construction, a little brain-fodder
What's that over yonder?
But a pile of the money that I squandered
Every path I wandered after crashing planes I chartered
First you got to mean something if you want to be a martyr
If I want to be a father got to reckon with this
I shouldn't even bother if I'm guarding a fifth
'Cause the odds of burning gardens off the art of the swish
Take you past the begging pardons 'cause you already switched
And I've started my departure from the paths I was shown
Past the avenues of addicts who told Jack he was home
Could you imagine if I hadn't? Turn my talents to stone
I'm the fact-check you lacking, got no backing to show
I been itching to abandon any sense of understanding
'Cause the management and labels can't acknowledge competition
Let me pitch a couple plans, and if y'all still hate where I'm standing
You can ditch the Planet Underground without the manned mission
I ain't bland, I just hate branding, I don't mean to be demanding
But I mean it without padding that it's tragic, my position
I don't need a hundred grand, I just need a hundred fans
All I'm asking, if you can, is please sit down and listen
Sons of Jerusalem
Those who think they above, let's go Medusa them
Jeru the damager blowing out a Buddha lung
You got a booty throwing at you, better move your tongue
They just want the crude to run, shooting what they do for fun
Cover up the truth in mud, Noah really knew the flood
Run your customs through customs
'Cause what you're accustomed to is nothing but a dungeon
Forgive me for my lateness
Thought it was some latency until I got impatient
Stepped outside of comfort zones where boundaries estrangement
A stranger like the Doctor, I've adopted what was taken
That nickel and gold-plated, simple and mosaic
Got diagrams fit for the dome in Stone Ages
I been humble as abodes with a huddle when opposed
By the hundreds who were hunted, now hunt in the frontal lobe
Man, we been God, this squad hunting more than Nimrod
Triple-headed canine, cerebellum chem-dog
Kim Jung-Il, Slipknot, get bodied like Bin Laden
This be the end-times, love and death on a thin line
Jump to conclusions like all of America
Making money is more important than your own character
All I want for my next birthday is an apology
What ever happened to honesty being the best policy?
Can't upload love or download time with technology
Can't pass go, damn, this got to be monopoly
It takes courage to be real and authentic
Everything you heard from me I said it and I meant it
A young Jet Li, I'm deadly just like the Dead Sea
Fear of loss, over the edge, is where it sends me
It's important to learn after losing a fight
It's not about proving them wrong, it's about proving you right
Sons of Jerusalem
Those who think they above, let's go Medusa them
Jeru the damager blowing out a Buddha lung
You got a booty throwing at you, better move your tongue
They just want the crude to run, shooting what they do for fun
Cover up the truth in mud, Noah really knew the flood
Run your customs through customs
'Cause what you're accustomed to is nothing but a dungeon
My pen drops death notes kept in escrow
The city never slept when society bled slow
If pity never wept when the diaries said so?
Then any given threat turns pests to pesto
It's not a test bro, beware when you tell lies
The medium through which we may discern dispels why
Inhale L's for El, unveil the Twelve Tribes
Kool as LL with the gang in Seville
Derive consonants, your continent tried, no getting through to them
Making use of the Sun like hermetic medics, Jerusalem
Uh-huh, yeah, no getting through to them
Making use of the Sun like hermetic medics, Jerusalem
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We don't need to make you feel our equal
When you don't see the need to
Be improving what you do, hush
We don't make moves, just 'cause we evil
We just do it for the people
'Cause there's beauty in the blues
Tell me, why should all I have been putting to this be in vain?
Never coming to a station with the train
'Cause you didn't share our views
Really all I wanted been to share the guarded with you
Never coming to my garden while it grew
'Cause you only want the fruit
So, let me tell you something different than the feedback
Just really mean that, I'm good at blackjack
Puffing highlight reel, fake your jetlag
Hope I sell-out, what's inside the bitch bag
To disturb your distractions, prick
Ain't no world left to rapture, shit
I'm ensured you prefer to confer with the curbs
So quit trying to stick to the script
Oh, this? Ape-shit, passive, complacent the drift
Makeshift like lasting relations, a risk
In laymen's I've passed renovations, legit
The blatant, I bask in the basis from it
Pheromone class, heed the jist, dismissed
Complicit, then brainwash kids just pissed
Hold this, the glimpse, that mystic spliff
The perfect fit, the fix
We don't need to make you feel our equal
When you don't see the need to
Be improving what you do, hush
We don't make moves, just 'cause we evil
We just do it for the people
'Cause there's beauty in the blues
Tell me, why should all I have been putting to this be in vain?
Never coming to a station with the train
'Cause you didn't share our views
Really all I wanted been to share the guarded with you
Never coming to my garden while it grew
'Cause you only want the fruit
Just a passing apparition
Mast was broken down to ash from how the gas was dripping
Copper getting stripped for what it's worth, I wind up missing
Find my fat ass in the dirt, with half a glass of acid lifted
Dad was actually wicked and I lasted past the gifted
But the raft was drifting after I had crashed and gotten twisted
But I listened to advice, those in my life know love was given
Hope they didn't use a knife, hope I died for the vision
We don't need to make you feel our equal
When you don't see the need to
Be improving what you do, hush
We don't make moves, just 'cause we evil
We just do it for the people
'Cause there's beauty in the blues
Tell me, why should all I have been putting to this be in vain?
Never coming to a station with the train
'Cause you didn't share our views
Really all I wanted been to share the guarded with you
Never coming to my garden while it grew
'Cause you only want the fruit
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Platitudes
03:00
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It ain't self-help if you get it from a book
It ain't motivation if you need to hear a speech
If they peddle false-hope, they're usually a crook
If they charge you for advice they're a leech
There's exceptions to these rules, better jaded than a fool
Best going to school to learn and teach
There's deceptions right and left, just be wary of the theft
Keep your shit deft to grow your reach
Skills mean nothing, if you don't ever practice
Wisdom don't mean shit if you won't share
Dollar bills are the idol, just the means to purchase
The system only works if you stay scared
There's exceptions to that law, occupy your broken jaw
The straw that breaks the camel should be spared
There's deceptions left and right, don't begrudge who holds the might
The thieves in the night will come prepared
With some platitudes, platitudes
Coming at you with them platitudes
With them platitudes, platitudes
Show some motherfucking gratitude for them platitudes
Wealth is not success if that money bloody
Faith is not a choice, it's how you're raised
Health is not possessed if that tummy hungry
Fate is merely based on when you're praised
There's exceptions to my claims, it depends on who you blame
Don't bother lighting flames if you can't see
There's deceptions up and down, just look beneath the crown
There ain't no need to frown if you agree
Happiness is not a drug, just a chemical reaction
Based on how you perceive stimuli
Oxytocin's not a hug, just a medical abstraction
There's always demand if you supply
There's exceptions to my words, obey the rule of thirds
Go be a nerd, go find your why
There's deceptions down and up, keep your hand over your cup
Be careful as fuck with who you deify
They just got platitudes, platitudes
Coming at you with them platitudes
With them platitudes, platitudes
Coming at you with them platitudes
And that "fuck you" attitude
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You will know why
We still write all of our rhymes
Only know us for the crime
A sign of the times
You won't find us in a dime
Or with a couple of nines
You will know why
Yeah
Doing it all just to feed you a slice of the pie
Flavor the vibe
Tasting so good you swear you could have died
Slice of the Pie
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