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sankofa - verse world problems lyrics
don’t have favorite rappers, i’ve got friends that are dope
sensitive folk presented in a mention is nope
besides, cats these days seem to have the flavor backwards
rocking shoes with mouthguards, the vapormaxes
already rock a guard cause nightly i’m grinding
and the high price point isn’t going to entice me
plus this rock called home is pretty comfortable
long as i’ve got beats, paper and pen that is functional
and i seek greater ways to say what i reflect upon
i wouldn’t mind being on an mc escher echelon
i’ve got a dream job that lets me hold funds
so i’ll never rakim with a promo for gold fronts
that feeling when your hero turns out to be a trope
with an ig feed of inspirational quotes
not everyone can tell tales like dante ross does
the sk!ll to put you right there in the midst of hip hop stuff
i’ve got seven pieces of rap-covered paper in my pocket
that doesn’t include the sardine pack with raps on it
i write new raps instead of using the old ones
a security blanket made of paper’s gotta be my whole sum
rest in peace to nick fabini’s honda, not a mitsubishi
river greenway stays dripping the slick graffiti
i found astroworld in msg’s driveway
no bootleg mankinds supplying fly days
so if you’re catching my drift, my rap, it is slick
i’m ba baracus slapping with a random -ssist
miraculously ravenous, i’m bragging a bit
shout to nigel, floating up with nasa in ships
no need to even ask about a p-ssenger list
i’m laughing to live, trouble’s just a matter of blips
when it appears, i’m going full force, no holding back
penning the coldest raps from back alleys to the culdesacs
when you try to write just one verse
then along comes another and makes it all worse
next thing you know you’ve got a hook to write
cause that’s another new song and it’s looking like
that track invited a friend along for the ride
and this beat just arrived and it fits just right
i’ve got seven pieces of rap-covered paper in my pocket
that doesn’t include the sardine pack with raps on it
i write new raps instead of using the old ones
a security blanket made of paper’s gotta be my whole sum
the deft, fractured shots, taken by tresp-ssers
none other than 11s and the rest step after
the breath captured in masks keeps more than hope alive
pipes broken, dry, puddles from a soaking sky
eyes opened wide
thought provoking images, broken windows and sediment
a land the betterment seeking gentlemen had then jettisoned
indebted to reticent architects who hefted breath to shift
once unified reduced to separate, no longer residents
severing resonance no resurrecting the desolate
death the definite whispers echoing among the emptiness
the ghosts succ-mb to weariness loneliness invisible tears
from then to now? near infinite miserable years
inadmissable fears, dental chairs swivel in gears
masterpiece plaster cracks black ripples appear
could it all be so simple with a frivolous sneer
could it all be so simple with a frivolous sneer
issues of abandonment, the vision is clear
i’ve got seven pieces of rap-covered paper in my pocket
that doesn’t include the sardine pack with raps on it
i write new raps instead of using the old ones
a security blanket made of paper’s gotta be my whole sum
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