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Peace (2008)

by Jasper Brown

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1.
Get It 04:50
Verse 1 Sounds of blackness abound in atmosphere Round the atlas from Isle of Pathmos Where, I stack plastic crates that handle proper More hot wax than candelabras for sample operas Plus numerous pads that play uterus To scripts vivid as Great Muta’s spit, scrutinously Drafted tags and murals I spray live, page dries the pics pretty as my brother Dre’s eyes Or a circa 89 Stoney Jackson throw atop A track time, time for reaction Slicker than Dax gel since 90 minute Maxell’s Intricate rap weld when winning cast spells With slow flow mojo show no mercy Honed in the Cobra Kai dojo thirsty No joke angling, throat strangling mics Preparing to swipe the carrot from the rope dangling Chorus I gotta get it, I got, got to get it I gotta get it, I got, got to get it I gotta get it, I got, got to get it One life to live I got, got to live it x 2 Verse 2 Raw as I ever been, bars are the evidence Scarred ‘cause I represent hard out of preference Far from the requisite stars and the decadence Found down in GemStar, Carl on the tech assist Crafting rations for masses asking for Raps with passion over tracks that’s smashing And Internet hooligans, overnight going from Who is him to you again booing under pseudonyms The known lesser under self imposed pressure to be Fresher than your pole measure for a poem sketcher Arm of Lincoln Hawk when he turn the cap back Lock hands with crowd pin ‘em down, snap back Given the signal I toss caution at the wind Hit the finish tape draped ‘round the abdomen ‘Cause it’s no tip toeing with the flowing I go’s in With nose in knowing that I’m gon’ win Chorus Verse 3 Not the cat to get his road paved easy street Then brush with homemade pomade greasy speak Floss hard with gaud jewelry that’s pawned usually After robbed in a squad mutiny for tomfoolery Naw, just wanna chill, have fun like Large Pro For my people cop when I drop the cargo So I can have grands stacked taller than Shaq stands Have fam planted ‘pon acres of flatland 'cause wild cats eating while we just nibble I had to sell the last of the peanut brittle To press the disk up, I met some hiccups But was much too driven to let them disrupt Listen, since Nice threw me in the booth every page Every set’s been to get me to this very stage So on all spectators I’m putting my foot down With the hook it’s a jux give up the goods now Chorus
2.
Feel Me 03:46
Verse 1 Yeah, your man’s come to demand some tantrums Throw your hands up for the anthem No idle sitting with a sense of entitlement it’s Time to be living no regrets or denial and kid I’m like, right on the cusp of just where I outta be Musk of the crust was calling me Out from confusion and disillusion It had me so drooling to get to a tooth in so I jumped to it, and just used this Fire in my gut to bust to uproot kicks Just doing the thing you love will bring you up Giving you the wings to rush Through the skies and beyond and be gone with the breeze where it's calm and at ease where I’m wanting to be And I palm it and squeeze when I reach for pens Cloud kiss when I spit or when beats come in it’s why…. Chorus You gotta feel me, yeah Life passes while waiting stagnant Ignite your passion and make it happen You gotta feel me, yeah You gotta feel me, yeah Verse 2 Life spoken on mics open Tight roping with knives poking my lower back There is no going back no stepping in halves And I'm a, get it to crack with my methods in tact Blessed is that, individual willing to give talent And it’s residuals to something bigger than him As the World turns more me centric More receptive to war, deception, keep pressing Through the jabs those blows ain’t hurting jack Poised to rejoice so certain that’s Why on my grind I stay with a blind eye faith ‘Cause the prize I chase is mine I say and No words could cover it, cloud nine hovering No doubts, wondering, trust, I’m gonna win Brave rain, hail, snow, sleet, thunder, wind Punishing, running ‘til I see the sun again Chorus Verse 3 A smile that’ll turn glaciers to vapor Flash it and laugh so to taper the anger Fear and frustration hear enough hatred It’s hard not to figure that our cheering up’s wasted May start embracing steel brace and anklets But, that ain’t way kid, today is what you make it With nothing to lose and solace to gain when you’re Stuck and confused with lot of complaints you just Gotta move through it, I hear you kid It is easier to speak than to do when Sick of bearing crosses reeling from losses Accosted at every turn feeling exhausted But you gotta push on with more vigor Being a forfeiter will leave you more bitter War withers away the restraints so embrace it figure what you’re destined to change then engage it, ok kid Chorus
3.
Will 04:12
Verse 1 Peculiar dude of radical thought and action Bruised to groom fanatical walk a path which Verifies claims of a better way ain’t smoke It’s why he can’t flow just to entertain folk Graffiti Bridge Kid rhyming to a handful Writing for the damsels tired of getting trampled The thieves, the fiends, the wannabe coke lords Hunting for something to believe in and hope for A God fearer in the mood for drawls Soul bearing in the nude for all with apologies Mixing theology with spit from the heart and he Confesses to stress perfect we ain’t gotta be (‘cause) all are under construction, What’s to covering up when in end utter destruction Of flesh only happens when clock stops ticking Still when his body rot ain’t trying to rot with it so he’s Chorus Just trying to do Lord’s will for real Never mind what he might think or feel Unsure if he’ll ever be sure still If/when God says go he sure will x 2 Verse 2 A born loner introverted and soft spoken Least promising prospect to draw folks in With that given he’s quick to ask is it In his best interest just to pack it in He swore for Master’s sake he would have to take A lasting gaze at rapping then back away Still hasn’t settled that completely So he’s inclined to want to peddle raps discreetly But, gone from oddity to hot commodity From not to probably to gotta be God it seems Nudged doors open thus more focused Mama n’em saying it’s because son’s chosen but He feels only spitting stories for God’s glory Will eventually get corny or boring Though ambivalent all he wants dearest Is to be a ventriloquist doll for God’s spirit so he’s Chorus Verse 3 He still steps to, work in his dress suit Stressed ‘cause he’s yet to stencil his next move He's hoping to press through leaving no debts due In the next few own a crib with a fresh view Couple guest rooms, brother’s easily pleased Isn’t seeking something others gotta see to believe But, you see what is key to him having a chance Is his mapping a plan and he hasn’t or can’t He’s Impassioned but lacking, focus was hoping, Skies would divide exposing a notice But no still elusive so, choosing to do him Becomes tempting, then he runs venting To own head begging it to think up schemes Where he can earn from out the crib and just live unseen Little comes of it but a few laughs but through that The dude has clarity to view where shoes at then Reminded every time scene seems bleak By and by in the sky light beams he sees So figures that when his withering ends ain’t meeting The figures will bend provision will lend safe keeping And that’s, the faith needed for one starving to know Where to go to be shown in which garden to sow Which is on every convert, and it’s hard work But he’s taught that his life isn’t his any longer so he's Chorus
4.
Soon 04:03
Verse 1 Alarming rate us ache heart in a brace wanting Escape but walking in place on our mistakes Passing bills our gaps we fill with flashing thrills Relapsing still the clash of wills reveals that We now believe the meek will be hunted becoming A quick feast in the beast’s stomach So we rebelliously revel in the seven sins Content to never get to heaven when our present ends Feeling like we got a raw deal we put up our shields The minute we are given the God spiel From pastors who’d much rather captivate Or gain stature than have people maturate Or from sanctified sinners who pretend they know answers Air others linen but won’t open own hampers So we’ll hold for what ain’t worth the wait For worse avoiding a choice that hurts to make but Chorus Step forward He’ll meet you half way Still struggling He’ll greet you that way Just quit grappling and ask Him to fashion you That’s all you have to do so make it happen soon x 2 Verse 2 Grandiose Negroes we throw bashes printing Cheap door passes to seem more lavish we Yell for attention and not much else Long as we’re held in protection with modest wealth Yet, insecure love to see others do worse than Keep pins accessible for balloon bursting Slinging our mud, telling other don’t judge us While slugging or running from the ones who most love us We, live by astrology, die by the policy of Get it by any means dividing our colonies Nonchalantly ‘til the loss of a loved one Home or job explains where it all comes from What if He treated us like we do each other If we could seat in His seat what would we discover About ourselves, and how far we are from Him We'd probably hop out of it hard and start running Chorus Verse 3 Pray hard for women still treating the same scar Caged behind bars they created to safeguard From dudes playing game by the art of war Revolving doors ignoring their heart's are sore plus listen I stay running and bumping into old friends Who seemed lack the glow that they had owned then Swearing their lives are golden, while their eyes Moan of a soul that would not mind atonement Silver or gold I have none But I'll extend both arms praying you’ll grab one Then quickly pour the pills down the drain untie that rope Laid down the pistol or the blade, come try that hope Listen no one is gonna make you break loose It’s on you to escape and make moves You want out troop don’t talk do it A door's but a wall if you don’t walk through it Chorus
5.
Clap 04:02
Verse 1 What it is, Son it is your most Host honorable host no ropes or flooded wrists Yet his ship’s on the verge of docking a herd Of oxen couldn’t swerve of block it, rock with The surer soul stirrer with heart of gold purer Who don’t withhold furor the microphone lurer Who approach the stage at a hunters pace fresh pair of Butter suedes steal the show no clock, rubber face Provide loaves and wine for fiends hunger aches No cup or plate served straight over drummers’ breaks Never afraid real ready for the world Letting go sweating fro ‘til heavy is the curl so Disc, vinyl, cassette or live in the flesh you’re Liable to get from your trial a rest Put in spiral your impulse primal to step It’s the revival so dial a rival or friend and you can Chorus Clap your hands, your hands you clap If you came here to party here’s your chance for that So ‘head and get it in, (go ‘head) get it in (go ‘head) Get it in, (go ‘head) get it in x 2 Verse 2 Melancholy’s the kid, yelling party, admit That I’m probably more likely to sit In a corner no dunce cap, trying to bring grunge back Hunchback Notre Dame Novocain sponge that’s Prone to clone thinkers pose stoic and trance like Where, unknowingly through any could glance right But, the right rhythm find me shake the stance tight Doing the two-step I call the safety dance quite Enchanting, every spectator’s a made fan Referrals come bearing complimentary ray bans And, today my aim’s to play in the sunshine Free from toil so the coils can unwind Feeling better than a cover shade on a summer day Ain’t nobody gonna break a brother’s sway Up in the groove unbuttoned and loose La schmoove, JB ain’t got nothin’ to prove Chorus Verse 3 Make your way in stop acting all pavement This ain’t a racquetball haven Playing the wall is not open for argument Plus life is much better lived off of it Listen tomorrow’s not etched in stone, you trying to Rest your bones? Man you could’ve left yourself at home Come on, you can do whatever’s instinctive, just keep it In sync with what’s proper do not get delinquent just Chorus
6.
P.O.M. 04:17
Verse 1 Myrna Summer singing of a day uncloudy Grounds me when I can’t escape what hounds me Brow beats so I can’t sleep soundly Feeling walls crowd me I wanna scream loudly Plenty plainly claimed that He would change me My will gave free yet I’m still the same me Torn mind not as giddy ‘bout the Lord’s side Shotgun seated being driven through a storm’s eye My many cracks concealed with chronic laughter Have people gassed they feel I got it mastered But on the real man I kneel at night and Appeal for might just so I can deal with life Look, fixed is my fight so I dig my spikes I’m on the battlefield, won’t strip my stripes But everyday feeling more like, yo whatever Loose are the threads keeping my mind sewn together and yo Chorus Would give anything just to lie with Peace of mind when I shut my eyelids Seek divine revelation I did But still it seems to escape from my grips x 2 Verse 2 I'm realizing that life really isn’t As short as we say, just a cliché we be spittin’ to Give ourselves license to act the trifest Snatch, grab from fightless; backstab and knife twist Folk I was cool with proved I never knew them But due to them can now better choose friends It’s why my circle looks more like a period Serious, leeriness shields me from curious Jaw jackers, fraud actors, heart snappers Dart past ya wouldn’t give a thought after Slick, get wits with vampire traits Who will bleed you then leave you in dire straits I try to take solace in the fact that one’s acts Will ultimately cause something equal to come back Consider iggin’ folks callousness try to muster But gut won’t let it feeling more like a sucker, yo Chorus Verse 3 Long for when I played with, wrestling figures and Robots that could shape shift away in the basement Glued to the tube my brother sitting adjacent Ball in the street, drawing on sheets everyday spent When life seemed to be oh so basic Wasn’t timing when folks who show both faces Writing with hopes to blow showcases While trying to float on low gross wages Sore backed yet I'm burdened with more hats I'm trying to find the line between servant and doormat And a way to say no guilt free Which is contrary to the way that God built me That’s why I don’t mourn the dead I envy ‘em We gotta endure hell just to get freedom Thus to die is gain no more will I writhe in pain Or sigh in vain the prize is claimed, but 'til then Chorus
7.
What I Do 04:44
Verse 1 Autobiographer with stenographer quick jot fist But horrible script that’s hard on his optics Light four matches for ten wicks Bleed Bics dry short task for forensics Litter page and the worst rain changes To ticker tape arrays a work painstaking Hoard over boards so to hammer in the nails right, Can’t afford a banana in the tail pipe Grip mics in a Heimlich, spit to a Drum kick seismic crump kids rise with Then settle in to some old soul Cheryl Lynn Oh so delicate, stone cold gentleman Under compulsion of beat I impulsively Cull gems then fumble for my peoples indulgence see Daily needle drop mining for a fresh canvas Scour ‘til the hourglass top’s left sandless 'cause Chorus This is what I do, out of love I brew Get a loop hit the booth from the gut I spew Spitting up my blues giving up my shoes And eyes to put you at the point of my view (repeat) Verse 2 Generational gap is daily widening Common thread when parting bread we’re rarely finding it And Hip Hop’s a highly polarizing item which, seems to be The cause of every problem that we’re trying to fix At least to those who listen with no clue And try to scapegoat it ‘cause their jobs they won’t do Pretend sex, drugs, violence is so new Forgeting their folks blamed the music they owned to I know it's bridled with hate and self-glory But this is still a viable way to tell stories Plus rap pays and I’d rather see a brother Eat off a catch phrase than walk, the path laid t’wards Self-destruction, so let’s discuss some Solutions ‘cause sermons I’ve heard enough of Rather than punishment provide some encouragement Spirit, mind nourishment something we can flourish with 'cause Chorus Verse 3 Zone with the flow Barry Sanders, go where he Scampers, stroll through his soul where he campers Cold Marylander, don’t carry lantern Only rep fam and savior Mary pampered Scroll in graffiti and flow with the deviants Keep a fro medium but no bohemian Though I stay getting my head wrapped up By folks telling me get back up, they say Word on the Street’s that with effort they’ll get it and smother savagely With covers of Jettin’ and Sensitive Brother Magazine Yet God bars get me treated like I got Sars But I’d rather be rock scarred than be a rock star Soul of an old man years steady catching up Rapper still at it just here ‘til I've had enough Or skill dwindles, make it real simple But I’m still nimble, the fire still kindled thus Chorus
8.
Give In* 04:03
Verse 1 Owner of a lonely, ticker with a slow beat Cold feet shiver still bickering with old beefs In my battles at times I might babble Mind scrabbles to find right words but eyes tattle it Seems whenever I think I’m in a good spot Start longing for things I wish that I would not Be so earthly some days it hurts me Swiping Nike bottoms on God’s grace and mercy He has mysterious ways about Him Feel like I hit curious phase without Him So distant, waiting on my call but I’m Thinking I missed tangled up in my mischief Gotta get flame back ain’t the same cat Who promptly would drop to his face at day crack And praise God for breath, health, wealth and shelter Time when my mind was less helter skelter Chorus Can’t give in, can’t live in Sin again can win with Him who lives within Devil's tempting me, won’t let me be But wont let him get the best of me (repeat) Verse 2 Heart guarded God’ll say who gets it It’s much too fragile to play roulette with Gamble I can’t afford so work on my rapport With the Lord to ensure we are on one accord Yet I’m, looking for love in all the wrong places Shapes and sizes, waists and thighs inspired By a bubbling lust fueled by struggles with smut That still try to put stumble in strut Now I canceled plans to find what love wasn’t, A brand new man have I become from it But still, the larger the charge the harder the fight So wonder would I stand tall facing Potipher’s wife 'cause the flesh is a problem can, cite Sampson, David, Solomon, honorable men who fell following After lust and had to suffer justly So when gut says flee in a rush I must be Chorus Verse 3 Made to reign over many things, knowing I don’t Deserve anything thank God for everything Happily took me on when I was So gone, as if I had done no wrong And if not for His grace I’d be rotting away Still locked in a maze or boxed in a grave Or rocking a straight jacket, ain’t laughing So me back in chains gasping ain’t happening Stand brawling with will that got Apollo killed Can’t be crawling over hill holding bottle still Spirit babe living under child labor laws God reaching for me steady getting alligator arms Soul corroding in a hole that’s no win Hoping I could grow fins drowning in my old sins My hands dripping with crimson, questioning if I have been given dominion, forget it listen Chorus
9.
Peace** 04:22
Verse 1 We're in a day where Christians are groupies, killers Don kufis, Catholics practice feeling on juvies Cats stick plastic spinners on hoopties Grasping at this spinner gone kooky From passionate screams to smashing of dreams and The pipes they emitted from, admit it, we’ve given up Cry freedom but ain't trying to be about Hoping for a Moses who'll risk dying to lead us out Lacking a compass, traction to run with Passions are fast chicks, cash in abundance But when we earn every want and reward We soon find flame stops burning hot as before Try best to rekindle ‘til that odyssey bores Suddenly we start thinking that there’s gotta be more When we hear a loud knock at the door Ready to move we lose the excuses, drop to the floor and... Chorus Say Lord please deliver me, tired of the Sinner me, dying to live in peace (peace) (repeat) Verse 2 Love, joy, peace, long suffering, Gentleness, faith, meekness, temperance And goodness, fruits we would get If only we took steps according to good text But, rather than Christ we just wanna accept church Place to find a mate maybe sing and to network We, struggle a lot and ‘cause humble is not How most folks see us we become stumbling blocks Uttering lots of scripture that we don’t trust It’s like we don’t get the picture that He rose up How sin He overcame it for, sake of our race which Inherited it back in the garden when snake tricked Eve and Adam to eat fruit from that of Which God forbade, we still fall for same Slick schemes then quickly, forget we is free collect our fig leaves and neglect our big dreams must... Chorus Verse 3 Son I'm on it for real this ain’t a masquerade Or a plotted appeal for you to pass the plate Trying to pass the faith in no mask or cape A mere man in the hands of who has the way Or who is the way, the truth, the life Who is the same at noon at night and Morning, yesterday, today, the next reforming Any heart wanting to adore Him, my Lord is So laudable incomparable Going His route no audible is profitable So when man doesn't believe in the God who conceived him It ain't hard to reason predicament that he's in So yo if nothing else keep this one truth If nobody else does Jesus loves you And waits arms open for permission to show you And provide you a pardon from the prison that holds you just... Chorus
10.
Someday... 04:07
Verse 1 The last days we are living in This cold Earth’s giving us what we’re giving it Death, destruction corruption of innocent So many questions while answers are limited Move for unity amongst all human beings Seems foolish with roots so polluted b Murdered our movements and those who created them Drugs flooded the hood some still haven’t made it up I pass living dead craving for crack rock On all fours pebble press praying for jackpot Stretched out on a hard strip mid day garments Piss stained, begging so to bargain with change Folks over lodged in rodent marred apartments Playing cards to forget they are starving Fake laughing straight to check cashing Asking God for the faith to get past it Chorus Nobody knows but the Father, why we gotta go Through the drama, try to stay strong but Wonder how much can one take I pray it will all make sense someday (repeat) Verse 2 Wolves in sheep wool cultivate hate Relegate God to a warmonger Suicidal bombers thought to martyrs, charmed by Dishonorable father figures with livers full of power Shrapnel showers the innocent, primitive methods Of settling rifts never better the difference Ending with only more death, more wounds More poverty, more ornery goons living lawlessly The, first sibling rivalry concluded with death Thus, killing our brothers violently is rooted in flesh A planet sick sad every man guns in his home But our battle is not against blood, skin and bone Our, enemies are spiritual entities Enmity with what’s heavenly to nth degree But, yet to see ways errors and we may never ‘Cause rather than love so many wanna make terror Chorus Verse 3 What means everything to you this minute Might not exist by the time your next blink’s finished Peoples pass possessions disappear in a year Past times revered lose their appeal kid it’s real But World still spins don’t pause for any man God don’t flinch sits calm with steady hands So many find life isn’t as advertised Then, given advice to do that which satisfies Me, I say aspire to die free, deny them who Try to define how your two eyes see Find discrepancies in what you believe, don’t follow blindly And any fool following me get from behind me Because I’m still tying to find me, some Sense of direction ‘cause my reason For living honestly is just ‘cause I am Make the best of it I can, clutching my hands Chorus

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