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In Flight
03:03
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Light it up and let it burn
I inhale then I watch it swirl
I’m in flight on that purple smoke
Feeling like i’m on top of the world
I picture us in gold frames, in black
jawnz and gold chain in purp rain
Its so strange how things change
but don’t fame?
Make you a better man to help you
better understand that life’s a bitch
with killer plans
I’m way too deep in satan’s hand
I’m just another man who’s looking
out to make amends
Wait, fuck that
I’m lightin’ up another blunt and
play pretend
Vivid scenes in my lucid dreams
How i’m always high on promethazine,
seeing things in clarity
Excuse the charity of thoughts I could
do without but i’m one with my soul
when i’m in flight with these clouds
Forget about the world i’m in and
just lay back when i’m in flight
Dance around with my hands in the
air when i’m in flight
I see the earth keep moving in slow
motion when i’m in flight
Pretend that i’m the king of my
universe when i’m in flight
I’m burning mary with the fairies in
Neverland on the weekends
Playing tag with dragons in dungeons
Blowing smoke till the week ends
Sippin’ that purple potion
I’m movin’ in slow motion
Higher than a kite, in flight
Skywalking across the oceans with my
imaginary friends dressed in all black,
on crack
Intoxicated minds working on projects
Chop and screwin‘ thoughts on that
chemical E, slowly burning down trees
Mother Nature would disagree
You do the math-amphetamine
I count the stacks of dough i’m making
daily like a dreams is what it seems
double cups, double cuffs,
double the dosage
Crowd surfing the clouds
I’m still standing here proud
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(Mean)
Raf Simons vandal boots
be the Holy Grail
That Junya Watanabe still a fairy tale
Shine like bright lights hangin’
on the ferris wheel
I grind like tough soles stomping
on the heavy steel
I‘m heavy still, steady skilled
Really i’m dressed to kill
I swear I will murder cats
in my Margiela GATs
Workwear ready when I
put on my bucket hat,
chambray, Visvim Serra Boots
and high water slacks
I’m on another level,
you still climbing the steps
I’m bout that grown menswear,
we of a different stat
Chronograph watches tick-tock
got all ‘em haters mad
That wrist game proper (ching-ching)
got all ’em haters scared
Like Jil Sander cuts,
I’m a real work of art
Mixing lean, sippin’ pink,
slowly strolling down the boulevard
CDG Play’d out, your synergy way out
My Superfuture mellow flow
will blow your brains out
I’ve got a little hope
Come and save us from this ugly truth
We do what’s neccesary
By any means
See dreams materialise
We visionaries
(Face Vega)
I got this freckled bitch,
she heavenless
This freckled bitch,
she never sips
Just watch me get sloppy
and cocky, hold down my posse,
she got me
coke in the nostrils of all
the other bitches
love my bitch she cop when
my body is rocking lean withdrawals
Cops couldn't stop us from mobbing
We gon’ get it all
Asshole task force,
you can't get us all
Black dogs, asphalt,
leaning we dont fall
We Pisa fiends, barely seen
through the greenery
Rap with the demons frequently
So evil ain't a thing to me
Raf simons and heathenry
That leads my esteem increase
He thinks he's the king
so just leave him be
My mise en scene
is so fresh so clean
I know I be, I know I be so naive
but I'm a keep on steezin’
till death knows me
(Ilohshix)
All black hooded
strapped with Guidi booted
A Gareth Pugh kid
with minds polluted
by French martells
by the shores of Marseille
Coated in Martin Margiela
Drkshdw ninja cartel
With minimal beats and sick poems
Style combination of Rick Owens
A gamma playa
who rang the bell of Jeff Mills
We cold kids with chrome hearts
and black steel
Fuck a crack deal
We’ve got more dope,
they can hang us
Sounds refined like
Alexander Wang’s cuts
Futuristic rhymes
cyborgs of Chalayan
Words from Zam Barrett’s dialogue
got you silent
Like the crafted works
of Damir Doma
Hit hard and kick your
Kris Van Assche into a coma
Then you rest in peace like
Alexander Mcqueen
Let this tune flow
for the requiem
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3. |
Burn (feat. Azrael)
04:54
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(Mean)
If it ain’t about that life
Don’t talk to me about it
Ain’t no other way around it
I’m after the paper
I can’t live without it
I work hard, I play hard
but I sip slow
Watch as the numbers grow
I’m making my way
to the top of the throne
I’ve grown sick of this life
So hand me a knife
I sip crys, slit wrist
Deceased disease, these lazy kids
were born to die
No wonder why I can’t survive
this way of life
Sativa devil diva smoke
slowly creepin’ down my throat
As I lay in my Givenchy clothes
Bloody drippin’ on my toes
Sacrificial art form
We headstrong, no defeat
These white leather Raf Simons
sneakers on my feet
got me feeling fly
and or otherwise
I disguise
Take a hit i’m heading to the skies
Tunnel vision to these haters
just to survive
when I arise from my sleep
in a world full of lies
Watch it burn and die out
See the leaves wither
Watch the river dry out
These kids cry out
Nobody’s listening
they fail to keep an eye out
Take a flight with me
Take a hit and come fly with me
Just let it burn
(Azrael)
As I watch the world turn
Imma let the flame and the filament burn
Most of us are too concerned for
the things we yearn and the money we earn
That we be forgettin’ about the beauty of life
and the knowledge we learn
We put in this world to live and relearn
before the day we return
Hear the voice of the voiceless cry out
Tears in the eyes may dry out
but the spirit can never die out,
so carry the torch when the lights out
We start a revolution to dethrone the king
Then spark an evolution for the soul and being
Its like the holy matrimony with eternity
We cannot avoid the fact that life is too short
and death is a certainty
We dying to live but we living to die
See the minutes and seconds go by
With even the wise stilll wondering why
We search for the cure only to find that
death is the road to awe
Even if our feet stay firm on the ground
there's always a mode to soar
Let me demonstrate how to levitate
When you put your mind to another state
If you could relate to the words I said
Then we can affirm that god is great
One day we shall return to where we came from
Rise from the ashes i’m a phoenix when I flame on
Fly high with a view from a bird’s eye
See the world through the use of the third eye
The truth will set us all free and that’s no lie
Throw myself into the flames till I know I
All praises due to the most high
Burn self = ego death = No "I"
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4. |
Cloud Castle
03:21
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Dream big or don’t dream at all
I pray hard that I won’t fall into
that blackhole of nightmares
I’m quite scared of the outcome
of this rat race
I’m fast paced diving deep into
that casket
I wanna live fast, die young and
sip slow
Puff pass that purple out the
window
All I think about is the money
and chasing dreams
Poppin' bottles and poppin'
molly in movie scenes
Crip walking to the bank in my
freshest outfits
Cashing out cheques, getting
paid with outfits
(With outfits?)
Yeah man cos I’m that sick
I’m obsessed with popping tags
and fabrics
Back in my castle, i’m getting
stoned
Two jugs of that mud,
i’m already gone
Back to reality, i’m sitting here
alone still stoned while i’m
writing away to this song
Take a puff, I am up in the clouds
I’ll be right in my throne
The place that I call home
In my cloud castle
Don’t burst that bubble when
i’m in my cloud castle
Let me live like a king
I’ll make it pop, let it ring
I’ll aim the banger at your brain
and then i’m making it sing
Until you hear the
sweet sound of death
A toast to the royalty
I’ll make these haters bow to me
Unwillingly, beg for their lives
to be spared
‘Cos now they hopeless and scared
Don’t wanna live with the dead
I see the fear in their eyes
but I just kill ‘em instead
While I take flights on purple
coloured unicorns
Versace silk robes I wear daily
as a uniform
Givenchy on my body there is
nothing that can stop me
or my posse
Heavy artillery
Bang Bang goes the sound
of the gun
Heavy pyrotechnic vision when
I light up the blunt
What we about?
Yeah you know what we about
Its a whole ’nother world
when I descend from the clouds
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5. |
Make 'Em
01:49
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I am programmed to go HAM
Look Ma, no hands, I go glam
No plans just bang pop all the low end
No can’t stop pop lock with the flow and
get bass slapped in the face when I go in
No ends, get on with the program
Gold fangs, gold watch with
the gold hands
Go bang with the glock, if I can
Turn up, turn up, we blow up
Caked up from the feet up
when I show up
Throw up gang signs
Po’ up, po’ up dat grime
go puff pass that purp
I got that, got that-that work
I make ‘em haters berserk
I make ’em bitches go twerk
I make ‘em go
Get-get that biscuit when I spit sick
Get lit, I take hits of that mango
Tango with the bankroll
like i’m Rambo
Flow faster than a lambo I go
Poetic ammo with the style though
Can’t fuck with the flow
You know I roll
with the best in the game
We don’t fuck with the lames
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(Mean)
I crave for nicotine and cream
Sip lean on blue dream
Blazin’ up on that grass,
I’m ‘bout to spaz out
in these new jeans
Balenciaga on the label,
dirty Sprite right by the table
Steady writing fables,
polluting minds on open cables
Pull out that glock
I’m aiming straight for the dough
Ain’t got no time for these haters
I put a knife to their throats
I’m ‘bout the cash and the clothes
Take out you trash and dispose
I’m bout the game and the glory
I bring the game to the thrones
I’m breaking bad with the meth
These alphanumerical flows
Take me to higher positions
In flight, i’m one with the soul
Drown me in liquor and gold
Faded we drink to the morn’
That darkness inside me
is screaming right down
to the bone
I’m slowly stacking the paper
I’m steady counting the money
A flying fuck to the haters
who don’t believe in my glory
I’m ‘bout the cream and the cars
All the clothes and the kicks
I want more to get by
for as long as I live
For the air I breathe
Thank god for the gift
Oh glory, glory, can’t you see?
That I ain’t lyin’
I’m bout that shine
So come pass me the liquor
Drown me deep to the nine
To outer space I done fly
Spit magical with the rhymes
Tactical flow with the style
None come close
when compared to mine
Come on board my flight wave
Haze tunes for your mind
Design to live on a daily
and that’s just how I get by
Luxury rap shit to front
when I can hardly get by
I’m sick of working my ass off
striving so hard to survive
I work hard for the paper
I play hard fuck ‘em hater
(Faytes)
In and out of ’em towns
In and out of ‘em streets
When I come around
don’t watch me
When I come around
don’t speak
I been getting all of the pounds
So you know the carti ain’t cheap
I been out there with a white man
I been out there with a B
and I don’t smoke nothing but weed
I just sold B to get P
Took a trip down to Lot 3
swiped a few iPhones for free
Man i’m rolling round my ends
Rolling round with friends
I be in and out that TT
I be in and out that Benz
I be in and out that coupe
I be out there for that loot
CP Gang, money man
You should already know what I do
I can’t stay bummy like you
I get paid to do what I do
Truey and the Loubis man
What the fuck you know
about shoes?
Flow’s infectious, no anthrax
No tetris, I got grand stacked
I’m restless, I don’t sleep,
I smoke weed and bang tracks
I got P’s and sip yack
Zone out and sit back
Her big ass on my lap
but she won’t see my cash
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(Face Vega)
Go from docile to throat smiles
In no time, we pro violence
Professional, code of silence
No retirement
No retirement
Till I'm reclining in the fire pit
Snuff beezelbub for
scuffing my sneakers up
Whoa, We the ones
We the ones sprinkle the
keef in the blunt
Chief anesthesia,
it's keeping us numb
Creepin to come on
the skeezerous tongues
Leisurely crumble the leaves
and we steam em
and breathe em,
releasing it from deep in my lungs
No one will believe
We seen the things we seen
Seen the things we seen
in our dreams
No one will believe
(Mean)
Lights, camera, action
The limelight, the fashion
The heartbreaks, the passion
I am nothing but the
heart of destruction
Dark thoughts and rainbows
colliding in space
Providing a place of solemn
peace in a broken place
Order in chaos in a
land of disgrace
Who speaks with a voice,
unheard but still
roar with a fight
The spark it ignites
The fuse in the light
in the brightest of days
and the darkest of nights
Dive deep in the ocean
in search of the potion
I live in the motion
that conveys the devotion
Gone
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8. |
Time Bomb
03:13
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If ignorance is bliss then homie,
this feels like heaven
I'm cloud surfin’ these waves
These bitches be poppin bottles
I'm poppin’ tabs of that yellow
yellow dirty fellow
This mellow type wave be only
for the brave, kid
Say kid, now tell me
can you handle that?
You ain't ready for this yet
I'll kill you bar for bar
Imprison you with the scars
then leave you to die alone
Black boots, black suits, black hats
Tick-tock
I'm a time bomb
I'm a time bomb
Delusional with the thoughts
I'm shakespeare with the plots
Pray this young lord
Pray this young lord dies
Young dumb full of umm...
Tick tock
I'm a time bomb
I'm a time bomb
And I know that they don't get me
They think that I speak funny
I'm done playing these games
I'm outchea gettin' money
Sippin’ blizzard icy cold beer
(No fear in their eyes)
Eyes shut but I see clear
(No fear in their lies)
When it’s pitch black
I get mad hyped
cos bitch i’m the bad type
Told you i’m the illest out
You think that i’m mad right?
Feisty with the dollar sign grind
peep the paper scheme
Esoteric vision,
bitch I’m crystal methamphetamine
That’s right
I’m crystal methamphetamine
Leave you staying up all night
while i’m fucking Billy Jean
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