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lirik lagu calamity - incessant

one take in this b-tch, legendary sh-t, yo

cam the most unknown yet, cold as the ocean floor
you ain’t know, check the program, fam
i’m open source, ever-evolving
every song’s a tour de force
from the last cut cloth of rappers who hope for war
born ’91, mom’s only shining son
blessed with a mighty tongue, iron lungs and vocal cords
i’m not for the half steppin’ rapper to spar wit’
and not for nothin’, run him on the track ’til they nauseous
applaud for the gretna poet laureate author
beat architect, direct, live in concert
barbarian heir to the rock of gibraltar
my city on my back with impossible posture
why i scoff when i see you bottle poppin’ and flossin’
cause every day another child fall for that nonsense
and they ain’t grown enough to see the box they could fall in
and most of their school teachers think it’s not their problem
parents and guardians, i feel like they lost them
perpetually intoxicated media p-wns
that’s real pimpin’, i’m try’na break ’em free from the bonds
so i give a f-ck if a blogger call me geeky or conscious
sometimes i see the world through rose tinted laurents
and other days all gray ’til it fade in the darkness
but this ain’t a therapy session, i pray to god for that
and every day, thank god for rap
and thanks pop for that, first boss drum box way back
i got suspended, thought he’d slaughter my -ss but instead
he sat me down and said, “son, find your calling and smash”
anybody who try stallin’ your path
cause i ain’t try’na see you fall through the cracks
and that’s exactly why i always put my heart on the track
and why i’m quick to scar a cat who spit trash
and regard it as fact, it’s my property, dawg
step in the garden, get smacked
it take a village to raise a seed, where my gardeners at?
beu, stefan, universal and ab, dee-1
and anybody from the 504 try’na be a child’s hero
‘fore they go, this is ground zero
my cats who make real music wit’ love, knowledge and hope
’til the people woke, and reach for something higher
i appreciate and respect you, now enough of this lecture
besides i know i’m just preachin’ to the choir
back to these dishonorable rhymers
whose sole desire is to gain some, take some
say somethin’ bout it it’s hate, son
“you mad you ain’t makin’ no cake, huh?”
and most quote ‘real mcs’ scared to say much
pc interviews like, “well, dude is caked up
and i respect his hustle, son he do got a great buzz”
knowin’ d-mn well that same rapper stand against
every fundamental attribute and thought in your brain, bruh
now, pardon if i seem out of touch with the game, bruh
but, what part is that when your princ-p-ls change up, or
you scared to rock the boat for fear of kickin’ some waves up
and when does the man in the mirror begin to look stranger?
now, i’m not sayin’ there’s not room in hip-hop
for backpackers, sensitive cats, fake mobsters
pseudo-psychedelic explorers and club hoppers
battlers, written and freestyle, thugs and real shottas
dancehall cats and kids of celebrities
afrocentric, third eye open incense
smokin’ cats, cooking potions and sh-t for remedies
and a billion other types of cats i’m too tired for mentioning
that’d be like me sayin’ there’s no room in the desert
for snakes, scorpions, wolves and vultures nestin’
rabbits, coyotes and black widows and horses
now, if i painted you an accurate portait
let’s review the facts and unfold some connections
first, picture that desert landscape, sun settin’
night falls and all life crawls out of the crevice
searchin’ for food, adventure, s-x, refreshment
now, it’s obvious but let me pose a question
coyote see the snake and try and poke and test him, like
“i think i’ll take them eggs in your hole for breakfast”
you think he stopped and thought
“well, i suppose i’ll let him”
since the, whole perception of the rest of the desert
is this coyote’s hot sh-t, so he’s destined to shine
in this climate he’s more respected and protected than i’m
yeah, he’s takin’ what’s mine but you gotta respect his grind
anyway, i kind of went left with that
but you know what i’m gettin’ at
sittin’ back like this rap sh-t is all friendly
yeah, it’s different lanes, target markets and such
but eventually paths cross and you bark or you bust
right? isn’t it supposed to be about different opinions?
or are we slowly moldin’ into similar images?
cam, hashtag boom bap, hashtag backpack
hashtag white boy, hashtag rappity-rap-rap
hashtag underground, hashtag matter of fact
hashtag ’90s baby, f-ckin’ hashtag, hashtag
filtered through your pandora station and p-ssed back
to your mainframe wired for alternative rap tracks
and all other styles sound strange and mad wack
one time, seen a cat, had to stop for the kid
on the interstate walkin’, told him hop in the whip
no real destination so we talked for a bit
turned the music on, he asked to hear some popular sh-t
man, get some lil jon or crime mob in this b-tch
now, bear in mind this like, early 2013
but i’m thinkin’ f-ck it, why not
turned it on and then switched the station over
crime mob, lil scr-ppy, three 6, young buck
guess it was startin’ to remind him of sh-t
talkin’ ’bout, man, if i could just rewind it a bit
turn time and re-flip a couple lines in the script
tears well in his eyes fillin’ quick
i’m lost for words, my man on the road so long
it was all a blur but wasn’t no goin’ back
the bridges had all been burned, we often learn too late
what we thought secure was destined to change
soon as my second ink pen pressed to the page
i fall back, got to reflect on some things
love

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