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the purge. an original score

by Jasper Brown

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1.
exchange 04:11
intro inconspicuous, riding K6’s packed self medicating writing in prescription pads chronicles of the nomad prodigal no map logical, so rap topical to soften the hard truths, while feeling my way along route, in a bumper car on cruise pursuing something new, something different ‘cause this here rhythm just ain’t hitting man listen… verse 1 whims bizarro, hard pills to swallow grave valleys today, harsh hills tomorrow all thrills are hollow, long still to follow behind highs beckoning beg, steal or borrow detest reflection, flipping the bird at my nerves bad, paranoid; listen ‘you heard that?’ stitches on my curtain popping, the shield for my dirt is dropping, every earthling’s watching   with discerning optics; yearning to blurt synopsis' under hundred-forty characters approximate guarded in my apartment stagnant forced to sport a scarlet letterman jacket   when exiting; subjected to banging gavels and eye balls projecting some flaming arrows all that drama and more that i no longer  wish to harbor is fodder for my barter so   chorus lend an ear, I’ll offer my heart for it every part pour, if you can afford storage spill on the track as if, I gotta rap to live which is accurate, all I’m asking is lend an ear, I’ll offer my heart for it every part pour, if you can afford storage spill on the track as if, I gotta rap to live which is accurate, but whatever, listen verse 2 an addictive personality type anesthetics numb flesh to reality bites lip profess of loves that proved to be dependency  Time gave perspective and truth of a tendency to lose myself within the latest fashion abuse myself when facing waning passion  finding myself feigning interest; aiming for the sun with intentions to plunge, a jaded Icarus son of a preacher man and woman folks tell me I’m running from the plan and shouldn't with good intentions, so never defensive when subjectd to their assessments and projections that i'm, called to pastor or walk the pasture as apostle Jasper the gospel rapper shrug it off with laughter, but temper respectfully yet unaffected by what has been said to me 'cause, i'm in a hell of self absorption blowing woes well out of proportion the rivalries inside of me, stomping my fires out entirely pondering if fatherhood could possibly inspire me 'cause i tried doing the Lord’s way gave it all up; sex, music, the porn tapes genuinely gave best effort to maintain; years later  and i'm still stuck in the same lane, a damn shame chorus outro lend an ear i'll offer my heart for it every part pour if you can afford storage spill on a track as if, i gotta rap to live which is accurate, all i'm asking is lend an ear i'll offer my heart for it every part pour if you can afford storage spill on a track as if, i gotta rap to live which is accurate, and why i have to quit  with this passiveness, 'cause my passion is out of gas and it's, because i'm trapped in this abyss that insists that, i have to spit like i'm a masochist  sick and tired of rhyming diary logs and pity songs slow i swear i'm a be on some Jimmy Got Soul  if i don't get out of this gauntlet refuse to let this box turn to a coffin, i'm off this...
2.
focused 03:55
verse 1 ok, red sox all black fitted cap sitting sideways on the mane of the lion pride of the herd with the word play designing sharp incisors shred scores i collide with arrive with no flash or pageantry, all you have is me platting rap and beat naturally, not that yaki weave crash the feast without a pass or key proceed to take it to the max like Zach and Screech aye this is me Pacman, look at me in my brash stance, got mad plans to feel the globe in these black hands but doing some soft shoe tap dance to grab fans yo fat chance i'm bring truth to the light like a cat scan hurling aluminum trash cans, broken glass everywhere crash land falling hard like Shaq's slam on Ahmad clap hands all applaud chorus arms folded, pose is frozen, just like the flow is, i’m focused and it ain’t hard to say so, all the way bold off my lay low, and on my j-o-b my j-o-b, my j-o-b my j-o-b, my j-o-b my j-o-b, my j-o-b like I’m supposed to be, let’s get it verse 2 out for my proper due, got a lot to prove so i hop upon a groove, get it poppin' like i'm Shabba Doo when in the booth, set the mood committing seppuku chilling death, spilling intestines, pen the weapon used it’s gruesome, this is what i do son kick up dust terrible shoe scuffs, doin' too much just me, no features or crew cuts beats get bruised up, steadily 1-2 punched One Man Gang of African royalness talk Slick, my mouth rinse bottled at oil rigs loyalist, considered unhip by what is trendy take it Back to School sticking the Triple Lindy stir emotions with no frill approaches, but know this, when my boat shows I’m a be flowing in hand sewn italian silk clothing, coats giving Morris Day feels and the boots, smokin’ chorus verse 3 rappity raps mixed with blackity black spit Al McAfee bad hip, captioned in bars of wrestling with God on spiritual matters bigger fishes to batter than lyric deficient rappers rhythm slave my soul covered with welts my records make sense to no one but myself well, maybe my brothers and a handful of others but they sound butter that's word to the mother with the Johnny Gill intro, step through the ropes in chocolate Timbo's with Dr. Scholl's insoles when final bell's rung title belt becomes a diamond encrusted cummerbund, and i'm a stunt with whole name engraved on the gold plate Game Don't Wait so there ain't no way i'm a stay here serving your Winky Dinky hoe cakes got my own dreams to go chase, holla chorus arms folded, pose is frozen, just like the flow is, i’m focused and it ain’t hard to say so, all the way bold off my lay low, and on my j-o-b my j-o-b, my j-o-b my j-o-b, my j-o-b my j-o-b, my j-o-b 'til they know me, i'm on my j-o-b my j-o-b, my j-o-b my j-o-b, my j-o-b my j-o-b, my j-o-b like I’m supposed to be, let’s get it...
3.
live it up 04:03
verse 1 what's hap'ning, feeling fantastic, still at this, picture an addict, it gets drastic, scratching, dribbling just a tad bit heart, lungs pump double time can't relax it ‘cause have it i gotta, back in habit who wanna intervene with the fiend get hand slapped with a swatter everybody got a vice, i might have a couple but rapping is that only high to never give me trouble just cold sweat shivering, Sahara dry skin and mouth nausea, insomnia, can’t live without never in a drought, or having to reach far needle drop tracks mesh looking is each arm come out the jacket pull the sleeve off, clean off lay upon the table find a cut of that lean raw then long pull hit, ‘til I’m in a tug of war of wits every day I thank the Lord for this, ‘cause listen chorus nothing’s a given while you’re living got something giving you joy you better grip it here today, gone today; change in a minute better live it up, ‘cause the gittin’ is good ‘til it isn’t (repeat) verse 2 back when i thought Puff was the hip-hop anti-Christ i was rhyming in private deprived of any life flash to today, i’m still scribbling on the page but bumping Dirty Money 'fore i jump upon stage former Jansporter keep it real lobbyist sported XXXL’s where two of me could probably fit and used to clown the club dudes in smediums while today true to fit gear's what you’ll see me in comfortable old head in the cut, go nothing but love for these youngins, tell 'em go 'head live it up! while you’re still a pup and milk ain’t all spoiled ‘cause earth keeps turning it ain’t gon’ pause for you so style that colorful tight gear, just don’t be surprised if you clown it in five years, when you’re 20 something and already sounding old and crotchety judging kids who swag even more obnoxiously, word chorus verse 3 friday evening got paid exceedingly i'm in grave need of a change of scenery worked another monotonous week for the end of it won’t be spending it in the crib, instead the  hermetic homebody will apparently be partying whether he wanna or not, already got the  bully calls from the brothers applying the peer pressure  so shower the flesh and throw on some gear fresher we making videos, pics looking model-esque Dame Diddy flow, spin holding bottle necks it's all in jest though, never taking liquor sips Ace standing on the couch, Rick James niggerish kick stains visible on white pleather couches step ‘til I’m dripping sweat, light sweater dowsed with seeking release from what chronically ills, i just came to have a good time party and chill, for real chorus
4.
wake up 03:54
intro yeah, i'm on the cusp of cream trust and believe this is more than just a dream #teamgrind, keep on can't allow y'all to sleep on so wake up (repeat) verse 1 no time for small banter, gigging at chitlin' tour standards gaining momentum and more and more fandom wielding the mic like it's Thor's hammer sore back combated with extract from shorn antlers   with ripping it comes the ribbons and love, the women and such but tunnel vision 'til my bidness is done a mimic of none, unique as a print of my thumb but just to keep it simple enough, they call me JB like the Soul Brother #1 sucker for break beats where they gave the drummer some flush your eardrums and deliver from the scum with a style so clean albums come with rubber gloves from Playtex, i'm coming up at a pace that's breakneck so place your paycheck on a safe bet to sum it up in a statement, i got Next  and i don't mean Butta Luv in the tape deck, check chorus i'm on the cusp of cream, trust and believe, this is more than just a dream i got the touch y’all must agree So for those still stuck asleep, it's time to wake up (repeat) verse 2 coming through the kid's fumbling jewels this year the youth can skip their summer school my spit a hundred proof, the flames airlift your balloon and take you on a trip to the moon  and don't plant a flag i just tag my handle the vandal, spray permanent paint can fulls  getting up something like Christ early Easter guerilla promo no charge, Shirley Caesar rap trapezist, my bars flyer to even admire need to look skyward tip toe high ropes of barbed wire with flows i'm cold as hard Breyer’s hardwired for loops on fire,  dive in like circus taught tigers even the tame raise their arms higher gaze in amazement ‘til your eyes hurt, word chorus can't dine solely on critical shine so pull the vault door open 'fore i kick it inside on some Don "The Dragon" Wilson, Cynthia Rothrock Michael Dudikoff, Jean Claude through your rock box then non stop your alarm clock  and brew a stew of no dose in a crock pot then serve you intravenously, secure your eyelids open adhesively, repeatedly you'll hear (wake up) this is more than amusement i rule with, two solid steel hands ruthless i'm on the roof and i’m Q with a loose grip i got the juice kid, 'bout to take two sips my bars ring, tugging your heart strings it's like Al Green singing in an arm sling,   not a darn thing standing between me  and total supremacy, will glow inevitably, watch me chorus
5.
verse 1 steadfast, standing behind protective glass many prospective better halves he let 'em pass freely, easy, knee deep in a sea of ice feet frozen, might seem could if you judge from his shoulder but, if ever close enough to lay a hand understand from touch just how warm his blood is, plus the heart it runs through justifies why shielding it’s a must do in his youth, he used to be mad clumsy tumbling for chicks that marched to erratic drum beats attempts to break falls would scuff sleeves shredding his heart was hard to keep in one piece taking faith leaps resulted scrapped knees and wading in manure 'bout ye deep  it's left him compelled to keep, his greatest wealth discreet so saving all of his love for himself selfishly like chorus screw love, ain’t looking for no new love (x 4) sorry kid don’t he believe in fairy tales, ‘cause while it’s  been sold very well, story ends in a scary fail  jail pales in comparison, all the harassment  cash spent and embarrassment when the marriage ends in a somber departure perishing thoughts of a heart targeting archer finds it laughable, change is natural thinking love wont is a brain irrational thus only after no string attachments, able to roam  at own whims without a phone to track him  no kids and the ticking to have them is absent incentive to settle he's lacks it so suited best for brevity, temporary companionship 'til the woman inevitably abandons him quick pit stop soon a memory distant 'cause they either lose interest or want commitment and he's like chorus screw love, ain't looking for no new love (x 7) being some sucker's something that he don't approve of verse 3 loved before but yet to be in it and his style of living would suggest that he isn’t stressed into a pretzel over it  has more notable holes to fix and dough to get  says success of the modern relationship hinges mostly on having the temperament to give in appease, endure and sacrifice, the prize hasn't matched the price so he’s past the hype  spared a few potential exes from an i told you so, falling for that okey doke of a good dude disposition, will throw a wrench to influence suspicion, a saboteur who's rewarded with the privilege of living sequestered a cat lady equivalent swimming in records but he’d rather that than longing for fools rapture staring at walls on some LL Cool Jasper so chorus verse 4 baby take heed, you ain’t gotta say please can walk right on by, keeping your same speed 'cause he's keeping his heart on safety  no if ands or maybes can call him crazy, afraid or lazy a shame or gay whatever helps you stay sleep 'cause y'all may need to believe we're completed by a main squeeze, but that ain't he, resolved to stay free he’s like chorus screw love, ain’t looking for no new love (x 7) he'd rather have blue nuts than be boo'd up... you’re welcome.
6.
intramission 04:16
verse 1 dog, they acting like I’m fraternizing with Death Row and them  backsliding in speedos and tims; but pea coats i’m in adorned with flair pieces, that reflect the loves and the belief systems, of a man who seeks wisdom knowledge, understanding, freedom and truth and some avenues to make green from his blues assuming cash makes you more of who you tend to be so chastity belt ordered for thorn embedded deep man in flux numbing to what was once sacred the choirboy who left his bible at the gas station  now an unraveled, much madder, bum rapper  that the forty plus baby mothers lust after man i don’t know, sounded cold when i wrote it though a little colon flow overdose jokey joke never mind me, just setting my mind free head stuck in the sky just speak what I see Chorus streams of thought brought to you by the author himself, think bulimics over porcelain knelt every portion is felt, it's more than just words conjoined to form verse, to whom it concerns, this is the purge... verse 2 in too deep with sheets of loose leaf on my Jhoo Rhee nobody bothers me, reloading the armory voluntary solitary nodding very spastic plotting every bar to bury thought of any slap stick no distractions in the crib, feel like a new born detached fully from society’s food cord i ain’t the best friend, no defense for pretending that my ringer’s dead, other than strengthening zen  doing chores, sharpening sword, prepping my threads notepad on my ironing board, pressing the pen into papyrus, rapping to static hiss  trying to capture bills bigger than platypus’ 'til then tying belt tighter than three corsets pooling my resources, to record these portraits  and ain't applying powder to pores and pimples off screen no glamour shots Sears studio soft gleam just chorus verse 3 i was backed up, in a funk, pushing from the gut wouldn't budge only able to muster up more of the emo adventures of flows sounding right at home over Tender Love lounging lazily, watching the tube feeling ashamed to be 'cause dude from Everest kept on berating me sick of that environment, gave my behind a kick got up out the hellafied rut i was hiding in listen, i didn’t wanna be Bell, i'm a better Devoe but i gotta be the lead if i'm ever to blow  just a, regular Joe, but i'm mega with flows and can build with the affluent and the beggars and hoes and that’s authentic discourse, it’s what i live for it’s why the spit force listener to stick fork right into the meat and feast on, well done yet i still bleed on each song with these raw chorus
7.
showtime 04:37
verse 1 wanted to speak some medicine, and reach the desolate, the motive wasn't need for reverence  was seeking the meek's inheritance, but having to eat's  imperative, and peeps was telling him, rap is not all about the artistry you gotta be dipped kid how you gon' be rocking looking poverty stricken with no charms glistening, hip hop and modesty  mix like a Farrakhan and chit'lins, so now he's like everyday’s Labor Day dreaming 'bout staying paid trying to get them chains out of layaway damn what a neighbor say, on a paper chase in a major way  like a groundskeeper in a hurricane, 'cause all that's icy about him is his face due to hunger pains  stomach aches turn a teddy to a rugged ape Kong like, but no becky in the fist just sweat thinking how to get some dead presidents 'cause chorus this aint cutting it, son I got butter spit but nothing to show but pocketful of nothingness and being broke is for the birds that’s my word i’m trying to earn ‘til there’s money to burn so it’s showtime, showtime getting that paper like Stones time brother had enough of the slow grind, so now it’s showtime, it's showtime verse 2 50 taught me how to stunt, got me practicing handstands like damn barely being a big deal on bandcamp boy I’m a flip flop, spinning doing splits loud glowing outfits, 2 sold out 2 quit crossover ain’t nothin’ but a double cross but it let a brother floss in some leather butter soft my album cover art, a white family frolicking performing wherever if wherever’s where the dollars is and never having to evade flying bottles move crowds while scanning for some Lane Bryant models to rap to, with that smooth JT Matthews, Come Back to Me, collapsing in their seats their date’s full of hate as I serenade in a tear away tailored suit, where the pants parachute it’s lonely at the top and you drop in a Flash but there’s no better net than a cot full of cash, listen chorus bridge why don’t you stay a while, see how it’s done be too breathtaking to critique how it was but there’ll be a love offering so join in and bring dividends but no singles or coins jingling we play the back like a forearm check until they tell me, five minutes kid you’re on next step to on deck circle and we turn all heads, observe our fresh preparing to perform our set verse 3 all we need is a stage god, no opening safeguards house is ours no matter the name on the place cards encore chants at farewell, shorties straight  feeling on the abs and hair gel, yeah well the name is Brown, that what they call me King of Stage reigning with scepter in the palm squeezed indulgent t-m-i culprit be in my pulpit, speaking my bull… manure deep in seek of fertile soil reap say why come pastor gotta live like royalty?  don’t ask, just give the money pass plate around place something in it for me ‘cause yo chorus
8.
accustomed 04:10
intro yes, feeling myself no lubricant can't nobody do it how i do it kid, so just chorus get accustomed, stuntin’ like a trust fund youngin’ turned twenty-one, styling on everyone cake stacked high like it’s wedding day married to the game and i’m getting paid getting paid, getting paid married to the game and i'm getting paid getting paid, getting paid married to the... verse 1 check it, i came for the crown, knew i'd wear it in no time 'cause game's full of clowns y'all embarrassed to cosign  lame dudes styled like Clarence The So Fine who claim heir apparent 'cause y'all parrot their bold lies i could parent all of 'em impairing their whole grind  but sonning 'em would mean they'd inherit a gold mine 'cause since showtime i've been wearing the most live regalia that’s so fly, at Jared's you won’t find     twenty four karat thick cable ropes vibrant purest thing golden you possess is your own silence i cry for these hard luck innocent inner city  kids listening awe struck, caught up in glittery star image of pretty silly gimmicky frauds that's tipping all willy nilly at the titty bars without a net as their drowning in debt, while i modestly  make it shower on accountant's mahogany desk     horrible hoarder of the highest order picture me tricking when i wouldn't give a dime a quarter 'cause i'm the prize, i reward her with my time and aura no kinda sorta, to the parched i'm a pint of water you brought your broad don't find it odd if your boo flirts it's hard to subdue thirst, just honor the rules jerk you wanna bust a move you oughta think it through first 'cause all that i'm a do is tell Snookie to do work         'cause i'll be damned if i damage my new threads when armor bearers solve any problems with brute strength i'm up in here looking fly, spitting raps impressive for the mass that stood in line to bask in my presence so chorus verse 2 been flexing real mean lately, Lee Haney over beats crazy, got name hotter than deep Hades the praise seems hasty, but when debating mc rank  the streets place no one above me like Sweet Sadie  it's never difficult to detect the real from the reject live in the flesh so my fees reflect, and with each check i'm getting so big headed that i'm stretching out my v necks   starring in plays with Keith Sweat, David E. Talbert presents, i'm out for my respect  stealing homie's lines egregious, Jesus! the audience is like yo, he's nuts, but trust me my labor generates grapes you've never tasted escapes on palatial island estate spacious so face it, words are wasted if you're laying a shame trip that's heavy on that man you've changed tip  homie i can't hear you over this outfit, plus my money talking so loud it's preposterous the flow have you feeling emotions mixed like David Peaston, but can't knock the way a player eatin' so chorus 
9.
got it 03:56
verse 1 sky walk rap flow, rhyme on scaffolds robes have wings these fly long tassels Macho, Kingly, petals hand plucked from red roses preceed me, revelers stand up hats off to greet me, zest in their eyes they'll treasure this moment for the rest of their lives yo top of the planet yeah i made it ma, victory is sweeter than Waymond and Bernard and they hatin' hard           chorus this is what I wanted and I got it, schemed and I plotted, t's crossed and i's dotted sitting on a bountiful harvest and yet i'm still starving, what's going on kid (repeat) verse 2 bounce on keys just like Josh Baskin got big overnight all y'all gassing all star stats with mascot actions  clowning with the flow, count stacks while i'm rapping a toast to my moment supposed to be gloating but homesick, seeking the Zoltar machine closest  at a crossroad intersection, introspective reassessing my direction went, from totally meek to totally chic a phony mystique, erroneously making amends for the days i was praying instead of paying my debts on stage and making this bread, i made a pledge like... wont be no buildings titled after me  but before I’m maggot feed, tragically or naturally, i guarantee  this world will know I occupied it, 'cause i'm a get mines kid, shining while i'm palming my privates right  chorus verse 3 i ain't a people person, yet people seemed to like me hand i offer kindly and they grab and squeeze it tightly trying to make me their emotional dumpster baggage handlers only seeking temporal comfort common thieves who commonly preyed on generosity with no apology or shame for their atrocities finally Atlas' shoulders relaxed, i took the globe off the back like it's over for that wouldn't have guessed i'd be making this bed never was rich, famous obsessed thought i'd be cool with some pocket change to spend, a slight  upgrade of my threads, plus some sincere praise and respect and yes, i likes the ladies and the ladies likes me but ain't really trying to be Sweet Reggie in these streets     already bored of it, this money for nothing lifestyle leaves me more hungry for something chorus
10.
slip away* 02:44
chorus now wouldn't it be a good idea to up and slip away from here it doesn't matter what we do 'cause i wanna be around with you verse word, i always heard that when we ain't searching is when we crash into our match made perfect see, i was catching Teedra at the Howard hadn't even scoured the crowd, my look was soured stay free steeze, opposite of say cheese my vibe straight screaming stay away please immersed in the concert 'til i felt my arm jerk my thought first was to be on kirk but, i figured from the feel of the grip it was a her so i, chilled my nerves and turned to confirm right, prepared for small converse irritation changed into full on thirst, cause word she had lovey dovey hair, lovey dovey eyes her lovey dovey, dovey had me hypnotized in no time, i was the awkward small teen haplessly infatuated with the prom queen  but all she had wanted was a pardon from me to ease by 'cause my height made it harder to see so, i slide and i tell her you can make your way by on condition that after the show you say hi smiled to disarm her, offered my palm then  led her ahead, guess it worked like a charm 'cause she nodded yes, blushed, prolonged the clutch led to us dancing like the song was for us   then each one after through the encore, so gone i nearly asked her what the lights came on for  ‘til I was distracted by some Kem song blasting no haps on laying my mack over that kid but was close to midnight, and if she dipped i might  never get the slipper to the foot that it fits right would typically let this shorty step, but instead i ignored my head, leaned in close and said chorus  
11.
exodus 04:16
verse 1 black, gifted, young; scratching for crumbs can't get a hand, ain't asking for one  strap kicks and run, tracking the blood shed upon the path by the dragged, whipped and hung prize eyeing with that north star guidance defiantly decided get free or die trying started to feeling sight decay from living life this way so on a trek forty nights and days spear in my right fist, shield in the left won’t kneel or subject, all real to the death getting the devil’s hard heel off the neck snatched wool from the eyes might’ve peeled off the flesh now ain’t a high enough hurdle I won’t dare vertical of Pegasus galloping on air and goal is the podium, goal medal draped in tall flame blazing, arm raised, brazen chorus it's freedom time for me and mine never more bowing to the bull we deified carving our piece of pie and peace of mind starving the beasts inside that need to die it's freedom time for me and mine never more bowing to the bull we deified exodus from the ties that cleave and bind what's old we let it go and leave behind (march) verse 2 freedom the aim, peace the aspiration seeking to reclaim what Eve’s infatuation and Adam’s lack of resolve cost us, ground tree of good and evil knowledge to sawdust ‘cause man's thought process is this more less more fame, more sex, rope chains, corvettes more smoke, more drink, new rings every dude wanna rule, one throne few kings and these sisters hail Mary like the Flutie throw love is all they need praying their coochies don’t fail them, nevermind dude and the hope he sold plus his dookie rope both faux goofy gold blind dive through burning hoops, wont turn it loose offered a path but lack certitude so too terrified to try, petrified to fail resigned to confinement and dying in jail, but c'mon chorus verse 3 marching in a cadence that matches the pattern of the drum we become one in unison hell we escape from with no reservations trekking for the next generation, 'cause we can make it better, the seeds of Medgar Evers the key is follow letters and speeches with endeavors gotta see it through, meaning we need to move 'can't reach for the jewel sound asleep in our drool i'm undeterred no deferring the dream,  enduring with ease, a calm that certainty breeds know what we're s'posed to have and there's no going back so we go upon the path, nearly close enough to catch a subtle glimpse, held hope through all the suffering rolled with the pummeling, rose from the stumbling doubt, fear flung to the wind, we’re gonna win we’re gonna win, we’re gonna win chorus
12.
serious 03:56
verse 1 without expressed written or verbal consent an innocent lamb projected into a murderous den on two twenty-one seventy-nine, a needle you don’t readily find in haystack enemy mines where hearts be, hard as cheese government distributed suffering conditions stays toughening the skin I’m in weather proof melanin, blood of indigenous original craftsman was fashioned with His imaging barefooted with a staff no entourage every side’s under siege so the armor’s on fiery eyed crown of wool chest out and full Samson-esque arm strength, could pull down a bull be curling forties like a wino, admiring the burn like a pyro, while reciting my flows up early AM, wondering where the time goes laboring all day on body, mind, soul ‘cause Chorus this is serious, business, period (repeat) verse 2 stepping aggressively into my destiny  seeking freedom and cheddar cheese without celebrity  not type that’s yearning the pop life, that hot might burn a man asunder sitting under the spotlight with fame many lose touch or a sense of it defense numbing, pretentiousness begets sucking  which is disgusting to someone's who's stuck in a must win position 'cause his stomach is sunk in passion irrational, could never fathom  taking bars off, like windows in a bad slum  thus i’m that awkward kid often off the grid exhausted, feeling like Adam having lost a rib insanity p-90 excessive, free styling ‘til breathless, beat mining intensive keep grinding relentless, need to die regretless heed habits of highly effective successes ‘cause chorus verse 3 ain't had a low cut in a minute and some months let the fro grow even though it's thinning in the front beard unkempt won't connect, greater mess of scattered pages, records undressed, at the rest i've affectionately dubbed the foxhole, brewing hot bowls of soul soup, pitchers of cold truth and in the booth let it go, a proper professional enter while the beat knocks, call it the processional there ain’t nothing like hip hop music can turn nothing to something out of shrewd wit it ain't the tool it's what you choose to do with  so i use it to induce movement  street teamer for peace, a dreamer that isn’t asleep performing for miracles ‘cause he believes in the beat and for it he'll take it to the stage, screen, tv door to door, on the corner for free, accordingly 'cause chorus
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live free 04:34
verse 1 alright, new wave living in, swimming in, ladies and gentlemen, you've been privileged to get an invitation, to exaltation,  a destination free of segregation no prejudice, hatred; over race, sex, class or orientation, a glorious nation populated by a misfit renegade band of resistance lift fists, elevate, stand for enlistment forward march torridly charged, the phoenix  aflame free of the cage, door is ajar and we don’t purport to be God but all authority’s ours love bizarrely, that’s what we assuredly are   so we spread it over loops like a condiment everybody's welcome to come be a part of it promptly drop the carry-ons, unburden your arms tarry on no longer, name of the song is       chorus live free! (repeat) verse 2 put us in the mix and get bedlam folks begging for another fix of what we fed them heavy heaven slices, difficult to digest treasure worth the troubles of the flesh but I digress my set got the medicine for your systems i mean sound and immune feel ‘em lifting see there's no ground under you, be a witness go ahead round up your crew tell 'em listen dig in have a heaping of; it's more than just sweetened fluff creme and crust, be in the number so to see and touch the joy and freedom that we're speaking of no war studying or worrying do we discuss 'cause we appreciate breath every second that we have it death around the bend ain't no telling when it happens so we're here to get it cracking, my people in the back and in the front and in between, no fronting when we scream chorus verse 3 you and i unified through divine ties  utilize fluid rhyme to remind why  jewels applied to the fly music i find and through it try to arise you from sideline  too shy or full of pride, loosen thy mind chew or pry through the binds you are tied by then choose to rise, glue your eyes to the skies and admire the beautiful shine, then move your behind  'cause party's not over, youngins to the thirty  and older card holders, get involved show love go nuts etiquette, revelry and merriment walls and defenses fall like confetti strips a no petty clique separatist premises everybody sweating in the pit, shedding heaviness from the penniless to plenty rich, there's no impediment to membership so enter in and chrous outro ain't about clothes and it ain't about cash ain't about race and it ain't about class no longer enslaved by the ways of the past all restraints off we're free at last all restraints off we're free at last all restraints off we're free at last (repeat)
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wrap it up 04:15
streams of thought brought to you by the author himself, think bulimics over porcelain knelt  every portion is felt, it's more than just words conjoined to form verse, to whom it concerns this is the purge    so follow me and pardon need for honesty Ralph Tresvant about my artistry so part of me is reluctant to bust this none of your business yet i insist, this is the burden and the gift of the rapper autobiographical, whose songs  will live long after his last gasp of oxygen, documented my truths and consequences saga of bartering my soul for prominence 'til seeing big picture three dimensional iMax Chose to bypass the inevitable climax  thus i'm back beginning from scratch a cyclical path spitting akin to how I did in my past catch me rollin', staring at the world through my three eyes tagging #teamgrind on the green line dreaming up rhyme schemes with crazy flair, could stack my ducats from a lazy chair ghostwriting for puppets with baby hair instead i'm carving my own tunnel with plastic ware fully aware nobody has to care like if a cd drops and nobody around cops it does it contain sound? I ponder this topic while I hustle like Balboa running through the soviet snow scaling mountains and the loneliest roads and not looking as well off, folks barking i fell off their commentary’s more colorful than Clark Kellogg’s trying to keep my head on, it's swiveling lately wanting to be an honest man Christopher Tracy but the stay free mind state struggle to secede from still learning how to give and receive love come to be driven by a purpose less submissive so the verses speak of freedom not churches or religion a missionary ready for death, heavy intent can't afford any missteps, but guaranteed my share of scaring landings, air 'em in my various ramblings when i'm talking to my audience sorta like Gary Shandling    live in studio, a complicated movie role amalgamation of the Cable Guy and Truman Show raised by entertainment, born and bred to be broadcasted, our populous has been catfished seduced by scripted reality television, through viewing repetitious unable to tell the difference smart phone celebrities, personal paparazzi post pretentious photos and philosophies that’s not deep rebels with no real cause to pick up arms for killing in mass, innocent clapped, get no encores excuse the diatribe, side effect of attention deficiency that’s my cue to end this expeditiously so i'll roll the credits with no pretty bow packaging smacking the wrap it up box button on my babbling cliffhanger conclusions, will he chose advancing the movement or grandeur delusions underachieve or be a leader and teacher righteous, meager, you’ll have to hear it to believe it so just lend an ear, I’ll offer my heart for it every part pour if you can afford storage spill on the track as if, I gotta rap to live which is accurate, so I splash it with streams of thought brought to you by the author himself, think bulimics over porcelain knelt, every portion is felt, it’s more than just words conjoined to form verse, to whom it concerns this was the purge... peace.

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released March 3, 2014

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