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Unicorn
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Send shots to your way, no flirt.
It’s a million different ways to leave these n***** in the dirt,
Child labor victim, I’ve been putting in the work,
Since knee-high, sippin’ Nehi in my Levi’s,
When y’all was chasing ice cream trucks in your Reeboks,
I was in the duck trying to scoop senioritas,
California love, I was born on the seaside,
Album cut classics, fan lose it off the B-sides,
Rappers better throw up their peace signs or resign,
Find a change a plans or find their fans on the decline,
Put the paws on em’, make the backtalk rewind,
Created in the image, ain’t a blemish on my design,
Seen the IT movie, it’s some clowns in the underground,
I don’t break a sweat, send the hounds out to hunt em’ down,
Scarin’ em’ to death, ain’t no sounds when we come around,
Blame it on my pops, he gon’ frown if I dumb it down,
Straight loungin, skraight lounging,
N**** living like he flipped coins in a fountain,
Then it came true, now my view’s from the mountain,
Ya boy is sick in the head, I think I need counseling,
Shout out to my therapist and all forgotten derelicts,
Trying to spread awareness before I do it with a pair of fists,
N***** blaspheme, rain wrath on the heretics,
They by having swag but they raps is embarrassing,
Racks in the caravan, How you think I done this?
Before I went conscious I was eating n***** lunches,
Legend in the region that ain’t founded assumptions,
Where you think I’m headed, see the arrow on a compass,
Trying to make a fortune I can share with an accomplice,
A queen in the shotgun, leaning on her armrest,
Beamin’ from her top to her toes in a sundress,
I would keep stunting but it’s never been a contest,
The better man is obvious, Stevie coulda peeped that,
Keep the feedback, I would do it just to free blacks,
Crackers on one, robbing n***** for they SESAC,
Every nickel and dime of mine, I’ma need that,
Show me where the keys at, I do this for the culture,
Dude is unfocused? Tell him move a little closer,
You can spend your whole life zooted off of doja,
But I’ma keep it playa, I ain’t losing my composure,
Trump call me Caesar, I ain’t never wore a toga,
Empire’s everywhere I roam with my chauffer,
Angels out front squash craniums of cobras,
I’m chillin’ on a isle, not the lanes in the Kroger,
Catch me down in Christ Church hanging with the Bajans,
Stampin up the passport, my life is so amazing,
I ain’t just saying stuff, I’m trying to make a statement,
For every black boy that spent his nights in the basement,
Workin’ on this hip hop, represent the nation,
Radio don’t recognize real, flip the station,
Tastemakers try to play God, we don’t praise them,
Cosigns for folks with bad credit, you can save them,
Made men are never man made,
Don’t get it twisted,
I just had to lay it down on some 5th shhhh…
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Dearly beloved we are gathered in this place now,
Peace and blessings to you all, you’ve been a great crowd,
Go give em’ treble and don’t never turn the bass down,
And til’ they black we stack our money with the face down,
I been in the jungles ducking suckas with the fake smiles,
Looking like they drawn on, its safe to say they straight clowns,
Nah, we ain’t afraid of pain, boy that’s where your faith’s found,
Why you think the illest part of records be the breakdown?
Especially when I’m chef’ing it, Chizzle beat a break down,
Legends in my circle straight thorough, we don’t play around,
Verses be the gospel, n***** oughta pass a plate around,
Until I reach the Promised Land, I’m trying to find my way around,
A lot of rappers are hot now but they don’t tend to stay around,
I’m just saying, dog, you can’t believe the Gram, dog,
They buying followers, they’re fans are full of spam, dog,
They gon’ have to reckon for that flexing in the dancehall,
Made a whole career of violating man laws,
Not because of who they love, they don’t never stand tall,
Say we in the same lane? I be thinking “Man, naw.”
I know that that’s your folk but keep it woke though, your man’s slaw,
A mustard seed will move a mountain, make a man fall,
The measure of a man is when the money’s low and plans stall,
And in this balance act, I wonder how I’m weighing up,
Spinning on this sphere, trying to figure out which way is up.
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Gemini, gotta give it to em’ two times,
So I produce and I do rhymes,
Yea, I shine when the crew shines,
Drinking booze on the cruise lines,
The Long Island with the two limes,
Locks lavish AF just need a new line,
No, I’ve never driven a Ghost, but my boo fine,
Born in the Golden State,
Keeping the rap game on roller skates,
Longevity, so it’s no debate,
I seen faces come and go so it’s nothing major,
Once the buzz dies, swap it for another flavor,
Same Chizzle, they just got me on my worst behavior,
Read the word, from the curb shall emerge a savior,
Rejected stone foundation for a better home,
Secure the bag but man cannot live on bread alone,
Legends known to never die, but let me tell you why,
They motivation started with “WE” instead of “I”
The needs of the many outweigh the jewels and the keys to Bentley,
I’m out saving schools, doing deeds and repenting,
For when I was a fool and the rule was get plenty,
It’s all about the benji’s
Calling out to indies, earn by your own terms,
And watch Hollywood burn cause they deserve it,
My tribe got it from here, now thank you for your service,
They got a license to kill, they’ll shank you with a permit,
F’ the pigs though I ain’t no kin to Kermit,
The justice ain’t legal when they pay to spend the verdict,
And we can flourish when we see that we’re connected,
I am because we are and that’s the message,
I see success when I look at my reflection,
You can’t say the same, gotta change your perspective,
Angel with a broken wing feeling all defective,
Then God turns it to perfection,
Blessings….
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(5th Child)
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black,
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black,
Beautiful is black
Promised I'd write my way up out my mama house/
Now i'm dropping these cassettes until i'm out of debt/
Trina told me "5th, they gotta set them commas out."/
Feel like I've let her down cause I ain't got it poppin' yet/
Now I pray over ever dollar that I collect/
Pennies in my hands transform into some bands/
When the series of events ain't according to my plans/
I feel like calling it quits but the Lord he understands so I push through/
I can run through a troop and leap over the walls/
Now please hold your applause/
You ain't seen nada, street fiends feen for green gwolla/
Pray that you Spotify cause all of my streams hotter (uh)/
Pay homage, acknowledge, I got the scholars stumped/
Higher level, ducking the devil rockin' some Prada pumps/
Donatello straight from the gutter, pockets on Papa Klump/
Watch Gepetto tug on they sockets making imposters jump/
You ain't real boy, I'm here to fill a void/
Leave the fakers by the gate, tell them to kill the noise/
In my circle of kings, 2 things: build and destroy/
When I put that hammer down, feel the tremors underground, Now/
Peace, Queen. That melanin hella elegant/
Ultraviolet beams and creams couldn't embellish it/
Smoothness of your hues proof you in tune with the elements/
Truly we're enthused at being blessed with your fellowship/
Understand, you winning wasn't the plan/
When they loaded up them boats and put them shackles on your hands/
Any evidence of growth or signs that you're getting close/
Is supposed to be perceived as "n*ggas getting out of hand" Now/
History's never made by the well behaved/
And the memories tell the story, we don't let them fade/
I threw Marcel on this track to set the record straight/
Took a break from selling records, now it's time to celebrate/
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black, Yea/
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black, Whoa/
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black, Yea/
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black/
(Marcel P. Black)
Back in elementary school I remember remembering/
The feeling of self doubt all due to my pigment/
Little black boy hella dark just like my father/
In an all white school, wished i was light just like my mama/
Cause my mama's mama's kin went and blended with Indians/
High cheeks, red skin, hair blowing in the wind/
Out in indian territory, now you're listening to the story/
Of how colorism killed the self-esteem within, plus/
I was chubby and had thick glasses/
Talked with a slight stammer when I spoke in classes/
Ashamed when slavery came up in the history books/
Cause I know that all the white kids gonna give me "the look"/
That's psychological warfare, Why our history start there?/
Miseducation of the negro/ Why they can't show us as heroes/
Y'all ancestors were savages, back when they was trafficking/
Africans across the water during Middle Passages/
Came to the knowledge when I was 14/
My cousin Bop was up in college studying to be god-body/
He gave me books, conscious hip hop I could play/
To unlearn the white lies, I was learning every day/
Meanwhile in high school, all my partners gang-banged/
And I ain't wanna be no lame so I had to maintain/
If my mama ain't pray, and I ain't read Malcolm/
Or hear that Let's Get Free I'd probably still be in the game/
Nowadays, BLACK is the only thing I bang/
And I love it so much that I made it my last name/
My melanin's divine and I'm made in God's image/
Don't want my kids to feel my pain so I always tell my chirren/
That beautiful is black, don't ever let them tell you different/
Always keep your head high with some pride up in your chest/
Cause your heart pumps royalty, we're warriors at best/
Your blackness ain't not crutch, it's living proof that you're blessed/
Cause Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black, Huh?/
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black, Huh?/
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black, Huh?/
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black/
(Dolla Black)
I'm the closest with everybody that say they nothing, til they made them something/
Built the perfect mansion out of crumblings/
And if the stomach sow the harvest, been a long time coming,
And the blessings and favor over-running/
Pardon me if I'm stunting in my brand new glory from dope n*gga to KING/
Should be proud of me. Took a lot of stress to get it out of me, but I'm here now/
If only I could teach my brothers that need more to reach for more things/
Than settling to speak these bars or be seen/
And give them means that means they can own they own/
Instead of flexing after taking a loan, sh*t/
Focused on a long list of black-ish barriers/
Transporting this energy, I'm the carrier/
Be careful, people will watch it and say they carried you... My bad/
Beautiful is BLK, notice the homophone, I promise we gon be okay/
Even if we have to build and we never see the building and our kids kids flourish/
Then we win the race, but it starts today/
Praise our people when it's due, gotta realign, not giving routine/
Tell them they can have they stars, that's cool/
But man, stop actin' like Lupita ain't a QUEEN/
Black is beautiful, hard to digest, there is nothing better/
Surface level a coal mine, trying to hide our treasure/
Too many years of failing just to provide y'all pleasure, abide by y'all schedule/
No longer are we frail and weak and y'all see it now it's lessons to learn/
"Grind" tired and outdated now we're starting to CHURN/
Not clinging to memories, now we're letting it burn/
Cremating sh*t and y'all brought the urn/ Beautiful is BLACK/
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black, Yea/
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black, (Beautiful is black)
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black, Uh/
Beautiful is black, Beautiful is black/
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Blinds
04:39
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Turn God’s mic up and turn me down,
May the truth in every word be found,
It’s the world renowned all-knowing God image with my flaws showing,
North Star glowing, lead the lost to where the cloth opens,
Now we’re speaking in a lingo where the masses ain’t relating,
They’re distracted by the gringo on the paintings,
Blonde hair and blue eyes, I don’t care who lied,
Devils gon’ dev, man we out here living new lives,
Cutting out the fried food, sharp without a suit and tie,
Digging in the scripture, boy it’s royalty in you and I,
Who am I? Sho’ nuff, I ain’t get the glow,
Til I let the Christ in, started opening my soul up,
Both hands high, that’s in praise, not a hold up,
Between God and man, dog, the plan is to show love,
I ain’t here to argue about the gays and abortions,
The fame or the fortune, His name or the origin,
Details are seashells washing on the shore and then,
God is like the ocean, you can’t see him until you’re free of self,
And freedom, trust, and value are in the same place,
Foolishly, I’m chasing you and we ain’t in the same race,
My saving grace is pumping through the speakers now,
Turn it into lyrics when it’s painful just to speak about,
Like how the porn addiction hit me like a cancer,
Or one day I’m a have to man up and forgive Amanda,
Now I ain’t got the answers, but I’ve got a million chances,
Here’s to a million more, and millions from my stanzas,
And buildings for my grandkids if that’s even in the cards,
Lately I’m a peace, I’ll be Gucci if I see tomorrow,
I’ve learned you have success if you have a breath,
Still inside your lungs, we was young and we had to flex,
Now at 31 and what I wanted still ain’t happened yet,
See what matters more and what’s important to my happiness,
Never been the flashiest, I don’t even look at that,
But when I’m staring in the mirror, it’s a giant looking back,
5’6 frame but the picture’s much bigger though,
Physics don’t apply when the spirit’s untraditional,
Strength in my weakness, poems when I’m speechless,
I fought my vulnerability for years as a defense,
And found shelter in detachment,
Knowing all along I’d have to answer for my actions,
My story needed captions,
Words manifest into the physical,
Separate the saints from the criminals,
Our brains from the chemicals,
Open up the blinds let the light in,
It’s easier to hide in the dark with your pride but,
Open up the blinds let the light in,
Before it didn’t work and you’re tired of being hurt but,
Open up the blinds let the light in,
You thought that it was cool then they played you for a fool but,
Open up the blinds let the light in,
Now why they call em’ blinds,
Cause they block you from your shine,
And I’m out…
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Neva Lost
04:02
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Every step you take, I'll be three steps ahead of y'all/
Big ballin', baby! What you thought, huh? (Neva Lost)/
Paid the cost to do it so it's my time to set it off/
Big ballin', baby! What you thought, huh? (Neva Lost)/
Even if I didn't win I still (Neva Lost)/
They gon' have to deal with me again so I (Neva Lost)/
Yea, I neva lost. I ain't neva lost/
Big ballin', baby! What you thought, huh? (Neva Lost)
Black man, black man, have you any pull?/
Yessuh! Hella bags, just to make em hella mad/
We don't need no 4th quarter deals for your umbrella tax/
If you ain't spreading fiction, what's the problem when I'm telling facts?/
Oh I see, it was cool when we was selling crack/
Now we changed the rules, made a move and so you felt attacked/
You big mad, huh? You should get some help for that/
Over there like "Who he think he is?"/
I thought you'd never ask/
I rep the brand, see the logo in the photos/
"How's he so high up in the sky flying solo?"/
F' the shopping sprees, I need the keys to the stores/
Rather cop my own table than beg for a seat at yours/
My name is my name, I ain't waiting to be endorsed/
And I ain't here to purchase your product, I need the source/
Employee of the month? Please! I'd rather be the boss/
Big ballin', baby! What you thought, huh? (Neva Lost)
Every step you take, I'll be three steps ahead of y'all/
Big ballin', baby! What you thought, huh? (Neva Lost)/
Paid the cost to do it so it's my time to set it off/
Big ballin', baby! What you thought, huh? (Neva Lost)/
Even if I didn't win I still (Neva Lost)/
They gon' have to deal with me again so I (Neva Lost)/
Yea, I neva lost. I ain't neva lost/
Big ballin', baby! What you thought, huh? (Neva Lost)
Black man, black man, trying to buy the stage/
That's gon' put them in a rage, they'd prefer it if you tap dance/
Y'all can keep the advance/ 50-50 partnership/
Cause if it don't recoup all the loot then they gon' garnish it/
Nothing turns a profit like a black boy's dreams/
It's like warm apple pie, it's the American scheme/
Hold a knife at your future and they dare you to scream/
Kill yourself, while they keep the lion's share of the cream/
But it's a new day/ We're eating off of new plates/
Sick of eating crumbs, side of Ramen with the Kool-Aid/
Hollering 'bout a group trade/
Boy, I ain't no slave on a auction block/
Sold by the dozens with my cousins for a private stock/
Nothing's gonna stop me now/ Y'all can quote that/
Said that I was talking out of my league but now I own that/
Gotta say it loud if it's a point you wanna get across/
Big ballin', baby! What you thought, huh? (Neva Lost)
Every step you take, I'll be three steps ahead of y'all/
Big ballin', baby! What you thought, huh? (Neva Lost)/
Paid the cost to do it so it's my time to set it off/
Big ballin', baby! What you thought, huh? (Neva Lost)/
Even if I didn't win I still (Neva Lost)/
They gon' have to deal with me again so I (Neva Lost)/
Yea, I neva lost. I ain't neva lost/
Big ballin', baby! What you thought, huh? (Neva Lost)
Every step you take, I'll be three steps ahead of y'all/
Big ballin', baby! What you thought, huh? (Neva Lost)/
Paid the cost to do it so it's my time to set it off/
Big ballin', baby! What you thought, huh? (Neva Lost)/
Even if I didn't win I still (Neva Lost)/
They gon' have to deal with me again so I (Neva Lost)/
Yea, I neva lost. No I ain't neva lost/
Big ballin', baby! What you thought, huh? (Neva Lost)
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Progressive Dinner
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Want that feeling of freedom, need that flavor of change,
This American pie giving me stomach pains,
Maybe it’s for the best though, maybe It’s just the pepto,
Simply making it out the ghetto don’t make you successful,
Baby the game is stressful, that pain’ll make you let go,
Of your hopes and your dreams, all that make you feel special,
Shame what we do for dollars, they be crooked as Creflo,
Everybody’s a star then why we ain’t looking celestial,
See what happens when we let them rewrite the history books,
Liars and crooks they turn our triumph to misery,
The spirit of my great granny helped me pen this soliloquy,
Never be no victim, your skin’s intended for victory,
And you gon see some struggle, that ain’t the important part,
Boy your gotta know your heart, take a stand like Rosa Parks,
Even when you’re sitting down, keep the flame like Joan of Arc,
Show em’ that we lit as hell, God-speed, I wish you well.
In the land of the free, the home of the brave,
Lift every voice, now let me hear ya sang,
In the land of the free, the home of the brave,
My people need freedom, now come on let it rang,
In the land of the free, the home of the brave,
Lift every voice, now let me hear ya sang,
In the land of the free, the home of the brave,
My people need freedom, now come on let it rang,
And the people say
Want that feeling of freedom, need that seasoning of power,
Sprinkle truth on a record, leave my people empowered,
Finger to 45, we don’t believe in no coward,
Underground forever that’s where we defeating Bowser,
Keep it a thousand, people weeping and shouting for change,
But something’s strange and it’s seeming nostalgic,
The meager in need of housing, mouths to feed by the crowds,
Jesus broke bread, conservative Christians telling them go ‘head,
Code red, you still living but yo soul dead,
Morally depraved and not a chance of being saved,
Accept that there’s some folks gon take they hatred to they grave,
Now compare us one more time, which one’s sounding like the slave?
Witness the wave, Chizzle Kahanamoku,
I’m a beast on the beats, I’m a boss with the vocals,
Indie L-I-F-E, don’t never call me local,
Hailing from Jackson, Mississippi, this mission is global,
It’s a lot of God’s people in the room right now
Tell them Amen,
If you feeling liberated in the room right now
Tell them Amen,
It’s a lot of God’s angels in the room right now
Tell them Amen,
I’m trying to get them blessing from above right now,
Tell them Amen.
Want that feeling of freedom, add a dash of that justice,
Run me them 40 acres, and some cash in my clutches,
Sick of catching the buses, tired of hopping the trolley,
Might take it back to 99 and go cop a Denali,
And throw some spinners on, really I’m just kidding, holmes,
Really I’m just trying to make some dough to bring the dinner home,
Can’t a man living quite defend it when I’m in the zone,
Chizzle eating, but you hear the hunger like I’m skin and bones,
When in Rome, I don’t follow trends, I’m an innovator,
When it comes to black power music, I’m the generator,
I’m a dog, with a lifted fader and a pen to paper,
Slow folks actually believe I’m just an entertainer,
That’s how we catch em slippin, and accomplish the mission,
Ain’t no stopping or quitting, we got plots and a vision,
Now let’s go get this paper, Until it’s knots in our britches,
And take it straight up to the top, Millie Rock on them, sista,
And the people say,
And all the people say,
And all the people say,
And ya say Jack City,
And ya say Jack City,
And ya say what,
Chizzle,
Which Way Is Up?
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Late in the midnight hour, when the vibe hits,
All the world's asleep, the creatives hit the light switch.
Feelings I can barely describe. You feel alive.
Seeing God through the art. You're part of a hidden tribe.
Close your eyes and imagine the universe free from distractions and madness.
Allow to let it be through the colors on the canvas.
Allow to let em' speak and you listen to the answers.
In tune with your chi. It's enchanting.
Ideas dancing to the rhythm of the drums.
From the sketch to the image it becomes and this is what we call inspiration.
Divine invitations to take thoughts, design a creation.
Scrutinize lines, scratch words, ball the paper up.
Turn the bass down trying not to wake the neighbors up.
All the early mornings back pains, aches, paper cuts,
Working on your craft when so many others gave it up.
This is what I'm talking about. 10,000 hours- nothing less.
For anybody trying to be the best.
On the quest to become that guy, I spent many nights staring at the ceiling writing lyrics in the sky.
Really mining for that dope, toss the filler to the side on the cutting room floor.
Loop the beat. Let it ride on repeat til' your soul finds peace. Peace.
This is what keeps you up when can't seem to get to sleep.
This is what I'm talking about. 10,000 hours- nothing less.
For anybody trying to be the best. I'm saying 10,000 hours.....
Aight. Your turn.
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The Jersey
02:52
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I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game,
Sadly I was tipsy off the Henny at the time frame,
Words kinda slurred so the lesson was never learned,
It was something about grace and how blessings ain’t never earned,
I been stressing but let it burn, Pssh, I don’t even smoke,
Got the presidential Roley on and I don’t even vote,
I’m just playing with you, I don’t even joke,
Need the paper in my pocket cause I gotta feed the folks,
And it gotta be the quotes, keep em’ coming back for seconds,
I reckon they be impressed with how I’m flexing on a record,
Back in May of 2012, I got a check and I invested,
In myself instead of frivolous things and getting diamond chains,
5th water bending while these other n***** riding waves,
Swear it’s like they trapped inside a twisted game of Simon Says,
It’s tougher doing it different but we gon’ find a way,
Let me put it simple to hip you to what I’m trying to say.
Everybody’s equal, not everybody’s worthy,
Some are here for real and some just wanna wear the jersey,
Everybody’s equal, not everybody’s worthy,
Some are here for real and some just wanna wear the (one more time),
Everybody’s equal, not everybody’s worthy,
Some are here for real and some just wanna wear the jersey,
Surely you gon’ run into them both upon your journey,
Those who fan your flames and those who wanna watch the burning.
Cant’ keep chasing pleasure seeking happiness…..
Sadly this fascination with surface kill your purpose,
Hurting and feeling worthless trying to heal it with a purchase,
That ain’t the way it go, that ain’t what time it is,
Superstars hiding a frightened kid behind the lens,
I choose truth, rhymes oozing out my sinuses,
Mind, heart, and courage find the wiz but I’m just trying to live,
Too many people want a check but they don’t want to work,
Too many people want respect but ain’t a 100 first,
Yea, you want it bad but somebody out there wants it worse,
How you say you’re looking for love but you ain’t begun your search,
You can live your wildest dreams behind computer screens,
Boostin’ up your stats and fake your wealth but can’t escape yourself,
Then throw the jersey on, some just wanna look the part,
Time for y’all to chill, boy, I do this stuff for real.
Everybody’s equal, not everybody’s worthy,
Some are here for real and some just wanna wear the jersey,
Everybody’s equal, not everybody’s worthy,
Some are here for real and some just wanna wear the (one more time),
Everybody’s equal, not everybody’s worthy,
Some are here for real and some just wanna wear the jersey,
Surely you gon’ run into them both upon your journey,
Those who fan your flames and those who wanna watch the burning.
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Since success is relative, I’ll keep it in the fam,
Can’t no comma or no decimal determine who I am,
I done witnessed greater men who never seen a hundred grand,
And been miles away from beaches building castles made of sand,
Until the wind blows, wash away the fakes,
I don’t care how long it takes, I just wanna see you win, bro,
I pray that you can dig it, this one’s deeper than the intro,
Believe that you’ll be reaping what you’ve been sowed, ten-fold,
Still, I’m 10 toes in a valley full of cold feet,
In a league of rappers who is not afraid of soul beats,
I wanna make a million, build a village with the proceeds,
Ambition so high that I’m about to catch a nose bleed,
Don’t hate another man’s harvest when you chose sleep,
Notice y’all be yelling “Crew Love” til’ the boat sinks,
Street smart? Yea, but the problem is you don’t think,
It be the loudest when you don’t speak, Preach.
Look into my eyes,
I am by your side,
If you never go then you’ll never know,
That you got no need to hide,
All you have to do is try.
I only wish I would’ve said what I could’ve said to talk you off the ledge,
I should take my own advice I guess,
You’ve been depressed for a long while,
Now I only wanna see you smile,
Pray that everything you touch be blessed,
I swear it’s bigger than stress,
It’s psychological, you’re under an attack,
But you ain’t fighting by your lonesome,
Boy, your brother got your back,
10%’s your situation, 90’s just how you react,
Take a step back and see that set back was a jet pack,
So you can fly now, Rocky theme playing,
The beginning of the montage, the part where you training,
But I know how this ends, hands raised in celebration,
I know you’re in need of healing but first you gotta be patient,
You think you probably wasting your time but that’s a lie,
Think the blues is hanging over your head, but that’s the sky,
To succeed or to fail, my G, you gotta try,
You can never take your victory lap if you’re not alive,
Look into my eyes,
I am by your side,
If you never go then you’ll never know,
That you got no need to hide,
All you have to do is try.
You gon’ try to do it right this time,
That’s what you said before,
You had to get your life in line,
Yea I already know,
It’s not that you don’t care at all,
It’s just excuses been your parasol,
But you gon’ have to bear it all,
So this polar way of living, hot and cold, so indifferent,
Rock and roll, old tradition, boy, your soul’s in a prison,
I done told you a million times before but you don’t listen,
See, I was scoping from a close distance,
I took a step back and saw that this was more than flesh and blood,
You been looking for answers didn’t know what the question was,
When you’re praying for rain, you’re bound to step in the mud,
And mud’s stuck to your soul, your soul stuck to the rug,
Think it’s making you whole but toting it’s like drug,
Put the bags down, your hurt is a curse that was passed down,
But this is where it stops, we gon toss it in the trash now,
Cry later we gon laugh now,
Ha.
Look into my eyes,
I am by your side,
If you never go then you’ll never know,
That you got no need to hide,
All you have to do is try.
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You was the man, I was your number one fan but never did I understand,
all the mistakes, all of the running in place, or was that part of the plan,
only to make me see what mattered in life, value don't equal the price,
we see the light even in darkness/ hardness only to teach me to fight,
teaching me right, showed me the word, Herb constantly working my nerves,
Who woulda thought it woulda turned me into a man that I didn't deserve,
earned a living when it was tough but seemed it was never enough,
did what ya could, mama was holding it down, pb & jelly was clutch,
even the fact you stuck around when it certainly wasn't the trend,
but sometimes you gave me the Pastor brown when I really just needed a friend,
back in the gap we was at grandmas house, pictures when you was a kid,
I was like man, there in that sepia tint I seen my identical twin,
guess you to thank for this forehead huh and for the ashiest skin,
and for the wisdom and for the love of music and the desire to win,
and the resilience, taught your children never to break but only to bend,
I could never repay in a million years or millions after then, pop dukes.
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Don't Forget
03:31
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Well I done opened up for Snoop and I done opened up for Drake/
I been all on MTV and I got interviews with Sway/
got it poppin in my city, I done traveled different states/
won't you please do me one favor/ tell me what else do it take/
outchea makin something shake/ patient waiting for my break/
one degree of separation 'tween the basement and the bank/
I seen niggas get they shot and now they out here shooting blanks/
when you list your favorites I just hope I'm somewhere in the ranks/ Thanks/
All of the five star notebooks/ all of the compositions/
all of pens and pencils/ all for your likes and mentions/
all the online opinions/ all of the contradictions/
my pot to piss in/ all depending/ on whether or not you listen/
like that was the mission/ that's what kept me submitting to competitions/
sending the music to blogs/ praying to God that they choose to respond/
all the promoters scamming looking at you like you in the wrong/
labels saying they love you but they don't know what they can do with your song/
Anyway/ moving along/ that ain't what I'm here for/
ton of racks/ double taps/ Hunnids in my bill fold/
JU I'm in chill mode/ not even a lil broke/
I got peace of mind/ what a lotta folks'll kill for/
still though/ trying to make a mill 'fore I feel old/
industry is shady lately what I need a deal for/
Jacktown representer / trick call me Lil Joe/
r.i.p. The snake guy/ 1400 Murrah drive/
Don't forget about the flow boy I kept it rollin/
if you love me let me know show me some emotion/
I seen others come and go but I kept it golden/
you still down they say fasho Chizzle you the chosen/
Show me love show me love/
Don't forget about your bruh/
Don't forget about your cuz/
You remember what I done/
Just remember where I'm from/
You wanna see some rappers pissed? Write some names and make a list,
State your preference like it’s scripture, make a meme and post a gif,
Watch the comments going nuts, n***** blowed and throwin’ fits,
Young whats-his-face and lil (snap, snap) talkin’ lip,
I just giggle for a bit, then relax, What would Jigga think,
Going back and forth with these n***** with Spinrilla links,
Beat leasing, rapping over vocals, they don’t know no better,
Broke, but they stunting on they records, that don’t go together,
But whatever, I just keep on doing me,
See them struggle doing one thing while I’m out here doing three,
If I ain’t recording classics then I’m mixing for a fee,
Or I’m banging out the beats and, for the record, they ain’t cheap,
I’m on album number 8 and I’m on mixtape number 3,
Don’t forget about the shows, different genres, different scenes,
I just hope that you remember that I did it for the team,
Like T’Challa in Wakanda, don’t’ forget about the king.
Don't forget about the flow boy I kept it rollin/
if you love me let me know show me some emotion/
I seen others come and go but I kept it golden/
you still down they say fasho Chizzle you the chosen/
Show me love show me love/
Don't forget about your bruh/
Don't forget about your cuz/
You remember what I done/
Just remember where I'm from/
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5th Child Jackson, Mississippi
From recording karaoke machine mixtapes with his older brother, to independently releasing nine solo albums of original material, 5th Child has evolved into one of the South’s most groundbreaking hip-hop artists. Hailing from Jackson, MS, 5th Child blends southern bravado with thought-provoking and soulful lyrics, & gives listeners mesmerizing rhythms to rock to and grow from at the same time. ... more
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