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lyrics
I might just examine life down to the wire to pop death’s tires
I pick lines up from the ground to start electrical fire
You see how connected to the soil I was?
Only one slip could make life dire
Cinderblock socks sunk in the soil send me higher
Get grounded to get flyer
Don’t choke on the smoke that rose over the pyre
When the horn blows, we coming home
Sharp notes, shoe strings, telephone poles, lost souls
When me and bro are speaking man to man, we in the zone
To break ground, don’t follow steps, put ya foot first
The art I carved out my arteries hard, I sharpened the shards till came out smooth in the woodwork
Death-cheater, life breather
When I’m around, I denounce loud speakers, and praise the secret keepers
Better believe you gotta bleed to be a leader
Dead lift a script on the graveyard shift
Some only see what’s deep when they jump ship
Fuck the bullshit
Make immense amends from the depths of the bends
No quests ever commence from the arm rest
I fight to keep at an arms lengths from the fence
Indifference is death
Debts from wrong bets, you can’t let roulette rule cause joint pain up in the long stretch
Where I step is where I’m set, that’s what I said
I write it all until there’s nothing left
No lie you better get down with the sound of the earth style
With every turn of the turnstile, I ride the track a lil more wild
Make sure you’re ready, shoot steady, ground is heavy, you shot for the clouds?
Floors topple when wins colossal, I treat survival like my first child
Can’t stop, won’t stop, I gotta walk in my landscape
Ima show the way until my hands ache
Take doom, make it dormant every sec when I’m awake
It was one day I saw of my life flash before my eyes, I coulda died in 10 seconds
That day I learned no clock is subjective
Left tomb stone engravers guessin
Like “what’s next?”
Death spawns the greatest ever everlasting questions
Search inward to crush misdirection
Oh, but what looms?
I read the dark room and felt marooned
Green is poison, the hunt could leave you left on IV
My eyes see a bunch of mouth breathing suckers with no ID
Days afraid of death are long behind me
supported by 4 fans who also own “Lifed (prod. bloomcycle)”
this album is everything i love about hip-hop... mood-setting instrumentals that build a world fit for the flows of an eager and astounding emcee. kitzyboy
supported by 4 fans who also own “Lifed (prod. bloomcycle)”
Puissant théâtre de sensations , de mondes furtifs et partagés
Ces sons habitent les espaces aveugles de la perception là où l'autre raison chemine eleie
supported by 4 fans who also own “Lifed (prod. bloomcycle)”
I find this album to an emotional roller coaster of the finest ilk. Easier to chose a favorite song on the album than it is to chose a favorite Billy Woods album. Spivkurl