1. |
The Mentable
04:19
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"The Mentable" by Aleyes
(Verse 1)
Guess who, it’s ya boy who got bars
Intelligent eminent gentleman bellowin voice in VoxGuards
Development evident, spreadin then gettin enjoyed as PopTarts
Avoiding cop cars from Troy to Oxnard
I’m John Mark Karr on the beat, but I actually kill it
Drop tsar’s walls with this heat that my pad’ll be spillin'
Your faculty’s pillaged, ashed to bits and fragments, gathering spillage
Rapidly fillin', cataclysmic acts of savagery
Ravaging villain, panicking, agony’s buildin'
Scrambling, vanishing children, family’s rationing shillin's
Flattening land of the village, tragedy, rambling, squealin'
Had to be feelin bad for these tracks I be avidly killin'
I’m causing injury, fatal when proximate to a mic
And to all oblivious types, well I’ll optimistically train you
I’m far from mentally stable, although my thoughts are all sensible
Awfully mentally able so you can call me the Mentable, ya dig it yo?
(Hook)
It’s the Mentable baby/
I got the rhymes and flows that make your system go crazy
These written compositions get ya quizzical, they brang
Continual heydays but minimal pay wage
Still I show you how it’s done
Round em’ up, get your homies, turn the loudness up
Bounce and bump when the music gets you wild and buck
Aleyes’ll rip a spot up then he out the cut
(Verse 2)
I got a thing for words and have a master of cadence
Blink and you’re sure to think you’ve passed the act of the greatest
Ran it’s back to the basics, face it I’m smashin your face in
Making a massive invasion, mace any man imitating
Mainly a matter of makin' sure my shine don’t stop ever
Time bomb with Cyclopsian sight on lock, centered
Your rhymes aren’t that white hot, you write chalk on sidewalks,
I’m like not a white cod cause I’m gon' flop never
Letters of Scarlett, instead of heads I’m severing jargon
Better departure or get left for dead like debtors in Harlem
Resemble a Spartan,
Bettin' you’ll get recollections of arson
Setting a trend among veteran artists,
Said that you’re better than everyone?
Negative, beggin' your pardon
These dumb dimwits definitely despise me
They ain’t deep, got dull divots, depth of diction declining
Deaf, deficient of dying, I often tomahawk imbeciles
Cause I’m mentally able, so y’all could call me the Mentable, ya dig it yo?
(Hook)
It’s the Mentable baby
I got the rhymes and flows that make your system go crazy
These written compositions get ya quizzical, they brang
Continual heydays but minimal pay wage
But still I show you how it’s done
Round em’ up, get your homies, turn the loudness up
Bounce and bump when the music gets you wild and buck
Aleyes’ll rip a spot up then he out the cut
(Verse 3)
So by now your mind is wowed and you get it, I’m that dope
And you doubt you’ll find a sound with more equivalent knacks shown
Or intricate fast flows, a lyrical Van Gogh
That spits with wit to get your mental swimmin' like backstrokes
Ascension, no plateau, progressively preppin' my skills
Pressin' depressive presents like pregnancy prevention pills
Presently pressure precedents presidents pressured preferably
Preppy oppressive preppers impressively prevalent still
Or not really cause I’m sure to bring disaster
Retort a scorn with ease, a force disorderly in manner
Born with kingly grandeur, more than meets your orbs, like Zebra Jasper
Won’t resort to be one more for your authorities to capture
Ugh, fierce bite of a Bengal Tiger
Sheer spice of a Jägermeister
Turn major minor, play the game and the stakes are higher
So veer right like an angry driver
A raging fire, and here’s to all folks who don’t listen
It’s Aleyes, the Mentable so don’t get it twisted, ya dig it?
(Hook)
It’s the Mentable baby
I got the rhymes and flows that make your system go crazy
These written compositions get ya quizzical, they brang
Continual heydays but minimal pay wage
But still I show you how it’s done
Round em’ up, get your homies, turn the loudness up
Bounce and bump when the music gets you wild and buck
Aleyes’ll rip a spot up then he out the cut, whassup?
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2. |
Ya Boy Got Bars
01:49
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"Ya Boy Got Bars" by Aleyes
Aleyes, that local alien, mogul’s praising him
Homosapiens, bow down to glowing radiance
Loud mouths and craziness, crowds shout in stadiums
Cause rhymes so sweet that they plow down your pancreas
Round house the atheist claiming I don’t exist
Young rap god yo, medications you won’t prescript
To the average ear, nigga I’ll smack a queer
So quick that his plastic peers won’t have a simple minute to grab a beer
What happened here? It’s a bloody lyrical crime scene
Such a pitiful plight; he suffered syllable striking
Typing with the sum of wisdom in biblical writings
What equivocal tidings, I’m a criminal right? Please.
It ain’t against the law to murder these lines
Verbally prime while you niggas spittin’ nursery rhymes
Perfectly timed, kickin' the syllables up at the turn of an eye
Never set a battle date and then you will surely be fine
Because the force in this kid’s strong, ignores dissonance
And it be as persistent as door to door witnessin’
Export lyrics like corps deport immigrants
And you know I stay gettin’ off like I’m George Zimmerman
Like torn ligaments, rippin' up on the track, and be smashing writtens
Of rapping fanatics that you’re mimickin’
A born lyricist, sick enough to attack your lymphatic system
And jam it by packin’ in more cinnamon
I form sentences worthy of repetition
A demolition of wordings, the dirtiest epidemic
You beg yo nigga for mercy, but mercy is never given
Surpassing the averages without learning the definition
.... bars
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3. |
Time
03:30
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"Time" by Aleyes
(Verse 1)
I feel the constant minutes trynna track me down
Like a track meet how will I beat this clock that’s tickin?
Not sloshed from Guinness, but I’ve lost my spirits
Cause I’m watchin watches digits and their paths we count
Like Pacquiáo, the hands just move so fast
Elapsing round my grasp like a judo stance
Like Kuzco’s plan, I seek to get in my groove
Liberal views but constricted by the infinite rules of
(Hook)
Time, where do you go?
It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow
Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul
In a split second you splittin in two new modes
Ayo, time, where do you go?
It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow
Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul
Feels like every 10 minutes it was two who showed
(Verse 2)
The hour glass, days feel as though an hour’s passed
Drowsy drags, then I’m eager for a power nap
Shower cap, then I vibe to a quick tune
Feelin as divine as the Vishnu, or the mind of a Hindu
Eyes wide, iced as an igloo
Height-wise 5’9, stay high as a tin roof
Hindsight, wise guys multiply that by 10-2
I feel blue, but this endless cycle continues cause
(Hook)
Time, where do you go?
It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow
Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul
In a split second you splittin in two new modes
Ayo, time, where do you go?
It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow
Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul
Feels like every 10 minutes it was two who showed
(Verse 3)
These digital digits shiftin quicker than the scripts of the
Witnesses of innocent victims, yo I’m in it to win it
But these limited minutes got my sense of vision demented
Is it a gimmick of a figurative figment?
Is your intent in my legitimate interest?
Rigid equivalent of Denace the Menace
Wishin to get another snippet of tickin
Yea I’m itchin for more time, but just can’t seem to get it, ya dig it
(Hook)
Time, where do you go?
It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow
Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul
In a split second you splittin in two new modes
Ayo, time, where do you go?
It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow
Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul
Feels like every 10 minutes it was two who showed
(Verse 4)
Rappin the same lines, spit it quick then it’s
Back to the main grind, gonna finish my
Math in the back of the class, then I’m fillin my
Gas in the tank, I dash in a straight line
Back up, smashin a brake light
Backed up, but I happen to make time
Last month got a handful of shakes, had em askin for tapes
Then it tapped in the grape vine, takes five
Minutes of frustration to break the dash I’m
Getting too impatient to straight relax my
Mental’s on a train with no straightened track
Wanna take a nap, but I better face the facts because
(Hook [x2])
Time, where do you go?
It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow
Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul
In a split second you splittin in two new modes
Ayo, time, where do you go?
It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow
Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul
Feels like every 10 minutes it was two who showed
(Outro [x2])
Time keeps slippin' away
It keeps slip slip slippin' away now
Time, it keeps slippin' away
Keeps slip slip slippin' away
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4. |
Time Pt. II (Interlude)
00:35
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Time, where do you go?
It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow
Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul
In a split second you splittin in two new modes
Ayo, time, where do you go?
It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow
Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul
Feels like every 10 minutes it was two who showed
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5. |
Seven-Two
03:07
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"Seven-Two" by Aleyes
(Hook)
7-2 degrees with the windows down and you know we gonna ride real slow
Ya we’re headed to the sea from a west coast town; we don’t know where the time will go
So stay vibin' to the music and kickback (with a couple of homies and chillin' up with the shorties)
Just cruisin with my windows down, with my windows down, with my windows down
(Verse 1)
Just posted, like an NBA center
When winter brings shivers I just imitate Bender
and kill ‘em off, then they dissipate quicker
than the dripping rain sittin’ in sizzling cistern
Yo I illustrate pictures on a musical canvas
So tune into my beautiful stanzas
Use inscrutable answers when I’m asked why my life’s so insane
Cause honestly I’m baffled and I try to explain
But can’t, so I just go with the flow
Both in my notes and in those moments that I hold no control
Open my soul and you will find something broken and cold
I just found some better avenues to with it cope with it all
So I could sing a sweeter melody like “La Da Da”
And start reasoning conceptually; my mind got lost
Cause I was dimmed and never focused on the books I scanned
But now I’m livin’ up this moment while the good times last… cause it’s
(Hook)
7-2 degrees with the windows down and you know we gonna ride real slow
Ya we’re headed to the sea from a west coast town; we don’t know where the time will go
So stay vibin’ to the music and kickback (with a couple of homies and chillin' up with the shorties)
Just cruisin' with my windows down, with my windows down, with my windows down
(Verse 2)
Yo I’m welcoming the positives, weeding out the negatives,
And scheming how to implement direction in my audience
I often sit and speculate my everyday accomplishments
Thinking that I’ll never make whatever change deposited
By politicians in bank safes,
But stop and listen while my compositions make pay raise
My contradictions causing friction but I still save face
I’m on a mission, stoppin’ opposition so make way
And vacate because I’m trynna turn the winter to a favorable season
Even when I’m quaking and freezing
It’s a dangerous region when you let emotions make days gray
Especially when it’s sunny, screw what may take place
And just let the music fluidly maneuver your soul
To and fro, soothing you just like shampoo to a fro
Because this life can get tricky like a David Blaine show
But if you say it’s all pity I just say it ain’t so
(Hook)
7-2 degrees with the windows down and you know we gonna ride real slow
Ya we’re headed to the sea from a west coast town; we don’t know where the time will go
So stay vibin’ to the music and kickback (with a couple of homies and chillin' up with the shorties)
Just cruisin with my windows down, with my windows down, with my windows down
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6. |
Rawk With Me
02:57
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"Rawk With Me" by Aleyes
(Verse 1)
Yo, my lyrics on these tracks like a sociopath
You’ll be hearin’ I’m the master, Lil Romeo’s dad
I’m only a lad, so sick, in need of homeopathics
Rippin' the syllables bigger than minerals, “Jeez, this oreo can spit”
Developin' a flow? Another Sherlock Holme mystery
With exponential growth I keep it turnin', rotisserie
Unmerciful killing spree when I’m servin' you lyrically
If your crew was the sequel then I done murked a whole trilogy
Yea you’re heard, but no listening, like there’s cotton in ya ears
With your artificial peers it’s time this prophet interfered
I’m an object in the mirror, and still I see your reflection
If you could be more receptive you might’ve got it crystal clear
It appears you’re just winter, homie, we rake the autumn leaves
I feel I’m a winner cause only Greeks hated Socrates
Be relayin' prophecies as I cremate the hottest beats
DDT made a job on me like the Teenage Lobotomy
I’m John Locke, philosophically drop knowledge like Constantine
Top “ramen” and hot as the hot sauces ya momma eats
Non stop, I’m astonishing. Drop bombs so I oughtta be
Bombin’ a hot topic to crop popular oddities out the scene
(Hook)
Everybody just rock with me
Cause y’all dealing with a Socrates
Not thieves but I copped the beat
Clock cleaned, get your lock and key
Said everybody just rock with me
Y’all dealing with a Socrates
Top schemes you cannot defeat
I’m all things that you wanna be
(Verse 2)
Let’s put my knowledge to work, applying rawness to words
Spittin’ smooth enough that I could prolly polish a turd
So cut the talk and the chirp or you’ll be flocking with birds
I be ruling like a Khanate or an Ottoman Turk
So, call me an artist, I be drawing attention
Have to alter the charts cause I am not gettin’ mentioned
Rappers fallin’ apart cause they re“tart”ed as lemons
You had to stop at the start cause I have fought it to finish
I’m rhyming so many syllables, timing stone like a mineral
Binding so very lyrical, rising over the trivial
Climbing so many intervals; I’m alone at my pinnacle
Mining gold, shining mold, dying souls found a miracle
“Yo dude, did you hear my homie’s rhyme scheme?”
"Well I guess it was ok, but it’s just.. oh his timing.
His flow is timely, but he ain’t that dope at rhyming!"
Aye listen up you haters! I’ll encourage: don’t you try me
Cause I be bustin' ya ear like a pistol
And comin’ up here with a sick flow
I’m one of the niggas you wanting to mimic
And stumpin’ ya like I’m a Rick Roll
Kill with a pencil, hittin' ya temple
Utter a ton of ambiguous info
Steadily taking it back when I’m making this track
And you “bumpin’” it like it’s a crystal
(Hook)
Everybody just rock with me
Cause y’all dealing with a Socrates
Not thieves but I copped the beat
Clock cleaned, get your lock and key
Said everybody just rock with me
Y’all dealing with a Socrates
Top schemes you cannot defeat
I’m all things that you wanna be
(Outro)
I'm all things that you wanna be (x3)
Everybody just rock with me
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"Freedom" by Aleyes
Reach into my pocket, just a locket and dust bunnies
Need some food for stoppin' and demolishin' bunk munchies
A dollar from lunch money, it's straggled a little
I'll ask this man for a nickel but he'll just probably run from me
"You're out of your luck, buddy. Ain't payin' my rent
Cause I ain't a makin' a cent up in this here poverty-struck country
You long for a stuffed tummy; I long for careers
But it's hard workin' hear with the gossip lodged in your ear
like, 'He prolly has no education, prolly a broke generation/
Posit I'm homeless and vagrant.' Tired of this whole denigration
Home in my basement, just trynna make end's meet
Wouldn't it be nice if my room was raised ten feet?
Well it is cause I'm living at the top of apartments
They gave me dollars to garnish so they could drop me in garbage
Lost in the market, as if it were "the clash" at the cashier
Fightin' cause these prices were like half of that last year"
(Hook [x2])
Victoria:
We will be hungry
So long, as we're so far from freedom.
Aleyes:
No freedom means a life without meanin'
Now I'm cryin' and pleadin' to find my rhyme and my reason
(Verse 2)
Ever consider what it means to be free? Legally free?
Exempt from the madman I frequently see
Deceivingly scheme, back stab but peacefully preach
Or take your cheese like a fat man who greedily pleads
They secretly meet at a mahogany table
Just to take your freedom of speech, your every plot to keep stable/
I oughtta be able to have my own opinion and voice it
And prove you wrong like Columbus when he went on that voyage
Yup I'm about to talk in a fast pace cause I'm mouthin' off in a bad way
But I can't wait for your bad ways to come around and bomb on your fat face
Cause your mouth is gargling champagne while you down and scarf on a crab cake
So your handshakes never translate and I ain't bound to walk in your rat race
I try to argue reasonably
but I'm indecent and brash with pardoned reasons to be
I grind my teeth and I gnash, then lie and think in the grass
This kinda freedom we have is far from freedom to me, so peace
(Hook [x2])
Victoria:
We will be hungry
So long, as we're so far from freedom.
Aleyes:
No freedom means a life without meanin'
Now I'm cryin' and pleadin' to find my rhyme and my reason
(Verse 3 [A capella])
The American Dream, consisting of a Porshe and a yacht
Well, it really just applies to children born at the top
These fortunate jocks, eating from a porcelain pot
Yo, but what I had for dinner was some corn on the cob
"Stay in school, get good grades, no cheating on tests"
Apparently they say that it's the key to success
I'm pleading with death, askin' if this life's worth livin'
Trynna make efficient moves because this time sure's tickin'
Ain't even thinkin' bout a family, or raisin' a son
'Cause I've been running out of juice like a raisin in sun
Takin' the plunge, and workin' but not makin' the funds
Yea, they should really call this dream the unattainable one
...and thas real
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8. |
Ode to Her
03:38
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"Ode to Her" by Aleyes
(Hook)
Why now (why now)
Did you have to leave us?
I’m waiting for the day that we’ll be meeting again
Yea we’re meeting again, fasho
I said a-why now (why now)
Why can’t I see ya?
Yo, my days are turning gray since you’ve ceased to exist
Yea I’m needin' and missing you, whoa
(Hook)
I was a kid, didn’t really know what was goin’ on
But now I understand, thus, I wrote a song
And I can’t come to grips with the fact that you’re gone
And I just can’t run from this by packin’ a bong
Cause I’m hurt, confused how you went down like this
A Southside chick, so beautiful and proud right when
Those brown eyes glint, just like the house lights on Christmas
These reoccurring thoughts are downright persistent
Yea they plague me, the pain is runnin deep in the bone
I’m sleepin alone just waitin for the ring of a phone
I reason if only I just had one more day
Or one more hug, then maybe joy would come my way
I want to say you’re son is done soiling diapers
He just wishes that your choices were wiser
Desiring a mother, and weeping every hour of the day
While his brother’s leaving flowers at your grave, so I say
(Hook)
Why now (why now)
Did you have to leave us?
I’m waiting for the day that we’ll be meeting again
Yea we’re meeting again, fasho
I said a-why now (why now)
Why can’t I see ya?
Yo, my days are turning gray since you’ve ceased to exist
Yea I’m needin' and missing you, whoa
(Verse 2)
My heart is heavy and unbalanced so I’m pourin' it out
But by this sec you’re probably asking who this story’s about
Born in my town, so you could say a family friend
Every action taken was to make her tragedies end
The abuse in her marriage had left her fleeing for peace
So it was truly apparent that she just needed relief
She reasoned if she, if she could find the quickest escape
Then she would rid of the shame and then diminish the pains
Pill-popped, passed out, then could feel no touch
Still, stopped, back down, it would spill her blood
The chills run up her spine, yea, the thrill just won
That pill she’d done had proved to be one pill too much
Because she’s gone, yea a comatose from overdose
No hope, her soul is stone and cold, pulse just showed a frozen rope
So hold em close, timeless is this motto of choice
And if you need a little guidance then just follow my voice
(Hook)
Why now (why now)
Did you have to leave us?
I’m waiting for the day that we’ll be meeting again
Yea we’re meeting again, fasho
I said a-why now (why now)
Why can’t I see ya?
Yo, my days are turning gray since you’ve ceased to exist
Yea I’m needin' and missing you, whoa
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10. |
Samya
02:26
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"Samya" lyrics
(Verse 1)
It's been awhile since I've seen you; your arrival is welcomed
'Cause my fire inside is weak and it's survival is seldom
You rekindle the flame on which my soul is dependent
Intent? Written in code as an Olmec inscription
I'm glimpsin' upon your face seein' the crescent reflections
A radiant angelic complexion; you're a relic from heaven
You're deadening my irrelevant influence
But "hip" to it, like 80-year-old pelvic corrections
Ha, get it? I'm as cheesy as macaroni
Your twinkling peepers beaming and gleaming like abalones
I'm grieving from these bereavements; this means I'm in need of peace
So I plead to you keep this ring and perceive it as matrimony
You actin' phony? Non-existent occurrence
For you are my complementary person, not considered
a burden, I'm certain you are fit for a king
So I'll be gettin' the ring like Popavich and the Spurs did, you're perfect
(Hook)
Every time I close my eyes, she appears
The second I reopen wide, she's not near
We're inseparable when I am separated from reality
A state of immortality
But, where are you in all my times of distress?
The time's where life's inclined to drive me to death
Or tries to stifle my breath?
You got me scribblin' scripts of similes
You're more or less a simple mental image men conceive
(Verse 2)
Never before have I witnessed a vision with such glamor
Who's touch shatters the windows of internal caverns
I run faster, attemptin' to slip from her tough grasp her
Corrupt manner that cripples oblivious young stature
I lunge past her, but I can't seem to let go
A stiff, deceptive hold on me
I wish to disconnect her schizophrenic prolonged pleas
Control all scenes, and misdirect her so-called schemes
Cause she's a fake, fictitious, fickle, fiction, figment, facade
Fit to fiddle with your feelin's, fit to fidget with a fizzlin' fire
Please regenerate the sentiments still in me
I'm dwindling, perpetuating pessimist tendencies
And dismally, I meditate; repetitive monologue
Jot a song of yesterday's directionless walk-a-longs
My thoughts are off and on; my heart's a bottomless void
Guess you're symbolic of my longing for joy.. and it's like, and it's like
(Hook)
Every time I close my eyes, she appears
The second I reopen wide, she's not near
We're inseparable when I am separated from reality
A state of immortality but,
Where are you in all my times of distress?
The time's where life's inclined to drive me to death or tries to stifle my breath?
You got me scribblin' scripts of similes
I yearn to see your face, but you exist within a dream
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13. |
Soul-Preservation
04:21
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"Soul Preservation" by Aleyes
(Verse 1)
Ayo I’m quoting Bourdain, “In life there’s no reservations”
I’m trying soul preservation til I grow my domain
Finna blow like propane, napalmin' on the charts
I’m embalmin' all the hearts, you can call it a la carte
Cause we sapid with it, saving the day like some action figures
Pavin' the way for you vapid dimwits
Cancer ridden, cause the doctor claims I’m ill
But then your heat is going out like you forgot to pay the bill
9 bars in, feelin' like I haven’t said a word
10 bars in, and still some raps you never heard
My adjectives and verbs keep the savviness absurd
And still I haven’t said a word but that’s what happens when you’re burnt
And I often recall that peeps from school all hated me
They were droppin' the ball cause even fools saw blatantly
Them brothas wasn’t worth my time, they covered up like turpentine
I cut em' up like surg’ry lines and moved on gracefully
(Verse 2)
A high school senior; that isn’t how I appear
With wisdom above my years I’m indifferent to the sneers
That I hear when I spit a verse, but I fear getting insular
Cause I’m clearly afflicted with wishin' peers were a bit diverse
But I’m coo doe, so you have to give me kudos
I’m good on the bars though, so actually give me pluto
Cause I’m never accepting anything less than out of this world
Dug out of the burrow to get my head well-rounded as pearls
You see cause soul preservation isn’t a concept of the flesh it’s
Not a concept of perfection but a concept of perspective
In essence, it starts with broad acknowledgement of blessin's
This often prompts the thoughts that offer knowledge with their presence
It’s a message of importance, they refusin' permission to hear it
So I’m using my with and coherence, then I’m infusin' it into my lyrics
Yea it’s Aleyes, the classy don, stayin' up on jazzy joints
Looking down on rappers? Nah, I’m way above the vantage point
(Verse 3)
To be quite honest, I ain’t feel like writin' a chill track
Just wanna yell and scream, and every time that I feel mad
The line in quilt’s black, I attempt to thread em golden
Find my interest as a poet, tie my dividends to quotients
Yea I’m coming into self, that’s my theory’s main postulate
With undercover stealth, like a CIA operative
A chocolate chip, yea but I was one smart cookie
Jump start pulley that is worthy of a front yard looking
But stay inside, yea cause I was destined to wreak havoc
They say I’m white because of my respectable B av’rage
I kept in the “z” axis, no “x” and “y” normality
And never kissed up like, “Can I be let inside your majesty?”
A genocide for wack mc’s, so blessed me, the end is near
My road to life is open wide but destiny is left to steer
So you can lend an ear while I just rid of the mental rage
But Imma end it here right as the tip of my pencil fades
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Brayell Santa Barbara, California
Brayell is a lyricist, vocalist, producer, and multi-instrumentalist from California. He found his passion for hip hop at the end of his sophomore year in high school when a peer introduced him to a plethora of artists. His passion lies in the analyzing of complex rhyme schemes, rhythmic patterns, and the infusion of melodic aspects into hip-hop, all contributing to his evolving eclectic style. ... more
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