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Verbal Assault
02:46
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Verse 1
Now we're back in this bitch, Hidden N-9-5
Rip hard when I spit 'till they end my life
I'm a wrecker, leave you fucked up when I speak
Never preach, drop knowledge bombs, blow up the beat
Took a rest for a sec, now we're back with designs
So intricate in fact, click clack when I rhyme
I'm a bust first, guns up, blast out the words
Verbal assault weapons, spit fast nouns and verbs
Machine with it, no pause, fuck the emotion
No coastin' every track filled with commotion
Boom bap, hard knock, no brag an boastin'
Shit is real rap, flow deep like the ocean
So forget the young ones
This is old school, they can go listen to young thug
This is soulful, listen to the hits from the drum kick
Me and 9-5 always different from the dumb shit
Verse 2
You rep for your state, for your city an your clique
But that shit is played out, there's a bench, go and sit
I'm a grown man, no time for kiddie teen games
Sit back, let 'em enjoy that skinny jean fame
Cause all the glitters ain't gold
Most of 'em will be broke as shit when they old
Move on, got a lot to say, AK spit
Other rappers sucking dick like Ray J's bitch
Kim K fans, Kanye West, tabloid dreams
Never that, never me, fuck that fanboy scene
I'm a magnum, kick back, stay in your face
Yelling at these riffraff, better stay in your place
I don't give a fuck, white or black, don't favor race
You can all get hit when I'm spraying the mace
I'm a ransack the fake, make sure they know shame
Spit flames at the game, melt every gold chain
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2. |
Headaches
02:21
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Verse 1
Fuck fate, I make my own way through the headaches
Don't sedate, embrace the daylight, cut the red tape
Past, present, future, friends fake, fuckin' dead weight
Words equivalent to blood, paddle through this red lake
Twenty-Seven years, still got nothing to give
I want what I want, don't give fuck, let me live
Don't give a fuck 'bout the biz
Just a hobby, but least I don't suck when I spit
True grit, motto always better them than me
Got a lot of missiles, ready, aim 'em at the enemy
Age don't enter the equation, I've always been a teen
Middle finger to authority until they sentence me
Until they silence me, speak loud when the beat drop
Say the wrong thing, six feet, gone to see Pac
Censorship and free speech don't mesh, see the sea-saw
Hand out free money, fund another recall
They fund another recall
You starve, they fund another recall
Verse 2
Conscious free, no conscience, scream at the nonsense
Craziness onset, drink bring jaundice
Speak till I'm nauseous, vomit these words
Music's no contest, but you got to be heard
And so I'm destined to fail
Cause I don't do it for the listener, I do it for myself
Therapy, no Theraflu, serenade the fear in you
Scream at the mirror till that mother fucker's hearing you
Can you hear me now?
Fuck a commercial
Art is independent, never fuck with commercial
Stuck in this universe, but not universal
No purpose, the words put me back in this circle
A pictures worth a thousand words, what if no one sees it
God is everywhere until the day no one believes it
A puzzle's not complete until you pick up all the pieces
A record's not concrete if the record player siezes
The point, what's the point of this shit
Self expression's no point once you break off the tip
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3. |
Double Cross
01:55
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Verse
I flick the ash from my cigarette
In the corner, look past, see the silhouette
I'm feelin' it, she feelin' it
A lot of practice, sad looks killin' it
She makes her way to my booth
Feigned smile, named Stacy, staged introduce
Introvert, but the words come freely
Pours out her heart, couldn't wait to meet me
Slides her money on the table
Says I got the job if I'm willing and able
Shows me a picture, who is it? he's the boss here
Next time you see 'em, put 'em in your crosshairs
I grabbed the cash and nodded
Proceed to leave, look back to see if she bought it
I'm solid, briefcase with a stone face
Up the staircase in the window sit and wait
2 A.M. the bar will close
Steady hands, eyes trained through the scope
The rain sets the mood gloomy
Tinge of excitement, feel it move through me
The door opens, heart starts racing
Boom! the shots true, it finds its mark Stacy
Middle aged woman, dead on the street
Late night meeting with her boss last week
Repeat customer, said he had another job
Double pay for the double cross
Double pay for the double cross
Double pay for the double cross
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4. |
Void
01:57
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Verse
What the fuck are we doing here, unclear
Staring at life's head lights, stuck like a deer, oh dear
No remedy, no relief, just grief
Wasted energy on enemies, yes indeed
Just breathe, path still hidden, just leave
Just a wait a sec for the rhythm to hit, it's just me
Just be, happy for what, fuck that shit
They treat life like a wife, well fuck that bitch
Sold soul for jacks and a pog that features Alf
Now I don't look like a slob when I bring the sneakers out
Bring the speakers out, blast that N-9-5
Real phony when said by a guy who sounds like he might die
Any second now, cause life is often fleeting
Especially when you spend it listening to your heart beating
In the dark bleeding, nothing so dramatic
But all you feel is drama when your stuck up in the attic
Getting fucked up, probably addict, let the body have it
Internal battlefield, substance causing havoc
Bottoms up, battle ship sunk, game over
I'm destined for destiny's funk like a lame ogre
I might as well hit the brakes, pop the trunk on a range rover
That I don't even own, cause ownership is a slaveholder
I own a lot of shit, but the chain's stolen
Most people I know rock a chain with the same owner
Over your head, but the point is it ain't over
Pointless, like pointing in a void with a flame thrower
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Verse 1 (Hidden)
Turn the lights on, what we're writing is life long
Words from the sages, make sure that the mics on
The fights on, I squeeze the pen like a python
Body the beat, I'm Verbal Kent mixed with a pipe bomb
Boom, set the dynamite to detonate
Make room for the sound, most likely it will resonate
One-Forty pounds, MMA standard featherweight
Quest for the crown, I will slam a fucking heavyweight
Hurricane flows, wind blows, make the levy break
Shuriken throws, stick foes till the metal break
We meditate, minds full of supreme thoughts
Then collaborate, without it the scene stops
This is not the average simple pop song
This is pure production, real emcees, hip-hop lives on
True art is not a gimmick, it frolics in the air
Knowledge knows no limits, never mind the bollocks, we are here
Verse 2 (Verbal Kent)
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6. |
Dark Clouds
02:43
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Verse
Dark clouds float up above, but fuck it
I make my own way through the mud, the bucket
Is full of bullshit, guns full of full clips
Full of emptiness, impossible, fooling the foolish
Smiles on the outside, storm in my brain
Definition of alone, no one born in my lane
Maintain, a word that is bound to be misleading
Disdain for the definition, powerfully deceiving
To maintain means no change
An repetition is absurdity, it seems so strange
We beg for routine, the result leaves us empty
We search for a purpose, the quest never ending
Cause purpose brings routine, which then brings purpose
Then one day we wake up, it seems worthless
Endless I cycle, I guess the answer is nothing is easy
The question was never asked so the answer does not appease me
I guess I'm one of those restless types
Destined for a destiny full of restless nights
And this is all becoming absurd
I'm a fuckin' rapper, what's up with the spoken word
It was one of those days
Everything seemed wrong, everything turned grey
Everything seemed pointless, the drive was lost
It was out of my control but I couldn't write it off
And that's not like me, no that's not like me
No that's not like me, I didn't like me
I try to stay strong, emotions are always difficult
Put it in a song, the result is I sounds cynical
Not an accurate depiction, for the future I feel hope
But the more money I make, the more I feel broke
And the more of this I take, The more I can't cope
The carrots a mile high, hanging from four inches of rope
And I can't reach it
I try and teach what I learned but I can't teach shit
Cause no one listens, or maybe I'm the problem
Cause people come to me with theirs and in the end I solve 'em
How can anyone learn if I do it for 'em
No one worries about shit, cause I'm always there to warn 'em
I'm always there to pick up the slack
Put it all on my back, it's all on my back
An now I'm back to where I started
Definition of insanity, repetition is retarded
So why do I do it, why do I do it
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7. |
Unsophisticated Plot
02:33
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Verse
Been a couple months since the double cross
And I haven't taken another job
Time off, everybody needs time
But time is money, I got a dime for a dime
Named Stacy, but Ten G's burns fast
Hotel living, fine dining burns cash
It don't last, so it's back to the pavement
Ears to the streets, back to the basics
No job lined up, no leads
Walk through the west side, see where it leads
This is where all the drug dealers slang
Unsophisticated plot, kick the door, go bang
But first I need a mark
Find a couple dope heads, good place to start
I know soon they'll need more
Follow from a distance, watch where they score
Post up, observe for the night
Robbery is best served without a fight
Watch for signs, at 4 A.M. the lights go out
Grab the 9 from my belt, it's about to go down
Kick the door, bust in yelling hands up
Knocked to the floor, feel myself getting handcuffed
Across the room I see Stacy's boss stand up
I guess we never know where we'll land up
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8. |
The One
01:38
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Verse 1
I always felt like I was destined
But now it feels like I made it to where the quest ends
Lessons hard learned, mental self wrestlin'
Restless, odd feeling, mental health in question
So what's a soul to do
When you look in the mirror and don't even now its you
Don't even know what's true, disconnected
Touch with reality severed, no perspective
No reflection, mind hidden, not alive
Two inside, maybe more, sometimes I wish I'd die
I used to want to cry till I did it
Laying balled up paranoid, this is not livin'
Pictures vivid, limit the time spent livid
I'm really trying this time, but trying's not winnin'
Maybe nothing's worth winnin'
Verse 2
I can feel it all crumbling
The universe is fake, everything was always nothing
Something, someone on my mind, cant get 'em off
The medicine won't let him in, but he is never gone
Swallow self, little aliens walking through my veins
They are my thoughts, little critters always crawling through my brain
Nothing is the same, maybe that's good
Cause I've always been the type to never do the things they should
Never doing all I could, all I can is nothing too
Saw the future as a kid but now it's not coming true
Nodded off for a decade, now I'm coming too
But what I see is not the me I know, red becoming blue
How am I supposed to choose a path when there's nothing left to prove
How can I surpass and fight to win if there's nothing left to lose
Destiny determined by our actions, we can't run
Faced with the truth, I am not the one
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