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Intro
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Verse 1: A.L. Laureate
Understand how we doing it now
This is the anthem to absorb from the sounds
No disrespect at all
This goes to all of y'all
The life we live goes beyond the right and the wrong
Under pressure in proving myself
I won't ruin the God given agenda
In a world of pretenders
I'm a automatic detector
Autographing your mental with the back of the pencil
We gotta fight not with bruteness or might
Use your mind to see deception over time
You dont got to lie to fit in
Just cause it worked you dont got to do it like them
Chorus: VonExodus
I always have my head high
But lately I've been feeling low
On the corner tryna survive
They always trying to pull me down
Mama always said child boy keep your head cause they know
They know
They know
That boy there's a fight in you
Verse 2: DreLaylow
First I get hype to wait
Victory sweet like Kool-aid
I'm old school in my Pro Tools but they say I'm stuck on that new wave
Fighting through hard times and I make sure I get my dues paid
I dont know why the enemy's looking so two faced
I train hard cause I run it
These demons bought to be summoned
Depression had me stressing so I broke up out of that dungeon
Cant take defeat it's so pungent
They claim immortal when they just immoral
And I swear that shit just makes me sick to my stomach
I believe what I believe
I'm a prophecy I know they proud of me
See Laylow not his own two feet got a better chance winning the lottery
A.L. like Chael Sonnen
We ultimate in the moment
Plus VonExodus got complex screaming show me my opponent yeah!
Repeat Chorus
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Tradition and Reality
03:34
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Dirty Underwear
02:40
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Verse 1: A.L. Laureate
5:30 awake to the usual mayhem
Another day to magnify errors
Let me find the way to try not to remember
Begin my walk through unwritten rhymes
Headphones and a Walkman to cross the forbidden kind
Black and Mild Jazz puffin
Densifies my esophagus to bottle this
Tolerance needed for this psychotic kid to swallow this
Bout to off myself cause this is it
How is life measured?
The riches you obtain in exchange for your brain but with more pressure
Longing for a different result when the same procedure is done
That's where I fall in
Working 10 to 12 hours for a far decent pay
But my struggle with happiness has me spending it all away
Picking out my tombstone on this sidewalk I will lay
From white, black, to gray I dont want to oversay
Chorus: ( Scratch Hook )
Hmm hmm
Thought I shouldn't be here
Shouldn't be here
Keep waking up from the previous night
Damn another day in the life
Another day in the life
Keep waking up from the previous night
Verse 2: Solomon Childs
Get 'em
Young Solomon Childs
And I came from these hard streets
Studying KRS-ONE cleaning the fingerprints off the gun
With suede sheets
Crack viles in playgrounds
My daddy from Honduras so these been immigrant sounds
I used to push it by the ounce
Then I went pound for pound through the jail house
Discovered that niggas be the toughest if front of they spouse
But on the inside quiet as a church mouse
And that taught the lesson
To move in the streets like a hawk
Escaping New York
My little sister put aluminum foil in the microwave
Almost caught the house on fire
Mama beat us that day like we was a bunch of slaves
No child abuse we learned a valuable lesson
Misunderstood like Bishop in Juice
We was running wild on the forty deuce
We was disciples of the streets
Now we OGs
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Verse 1: A.L. Laureate
I wanna lead the atmosphere's distance
Into a cold soothing place
Where blessings aren't taken but given
Laughter and good times
Loaded rhymes strengthen far away in 4/4 time
Unified and defined past the semicolon
All out amplified
Flowin with words spoken
Backed by selective sense of good reason
My head back
Letting demons dissolve out what I'm speaking
Perception of this has me drawing a mental pic
Straight arrow to follow
Free spirit at the texture of sound
Beyond what is carnal
Time is borrowed
Let me keep this paradise for a moment
Then rewind
make it one of it's kind
Label it mine
Reserve it from being shrunk to a smaller size
This where I wanna be
Out the norm into the night sky
Elevated by smoke vapors with a new found flavor
Decadence of life completes reawakening
CPR to this beats, relaxation is complete
Chorus: Léna Kipe
Don't mind me as I vibe to the music
Just trying to make it better
Let me breathe
Verse 2: TeK
Every now and then
the stress gets too heavy to carry
I feel it pressing on my chest
With visions of a cardiac arrest
If I dont do something to alleviate it
And cut it short like a dwarf or abbreviated
Some people like to get tossed and inebriated
Or pop pills the way the back label didnt indicate it
Creating more confusions instead of eliminating
I'm trapped in the system where everythings stimulating
With children growing up lost and intimidated
Plus I got a little daughter I wonder if she will make it
Cause the way that things are going I know evils infiltrating
Sometimes I get caught up in the waves and the currents
Become a slave to the days pains with endurance
So I escape to my safe haven to cure this
And let my problems flow out my soul through this music
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Verse 1: A.L. Laureate
Seeds grow undeveloped
Slanted in the place where pennies for thoughts exchange the pleasant for aggressive
Extending my hand isn't it ironic
To greet or receive I got 5 on it
The other grip a 30 dollar bottle down pouring relevancy
Traces of my sorrow
Spend all the bucks on hearing tunes
Relax or recreate depending on the mood
Box of cigs 7 dollars for this
Stripper chicks lapdances 100 dollars every trip
I'm a sucker for this
Crashed broken to bits
No currency or addiction can fix
Hellbent to risk this affirmative sin
The awful rendition I'm currently in
If tranquility costs its certainly this
Mirrors stare back at me like when will it end
Walking on eggs shells cautious
Just thinking I'm bucking the trend
Acting upon desires without proper consent
Where the price of life falls short of cents you can spend
Chorus ( Scratch Hook )
Verse 2: Jof
As far as I'm concerned, every mic can get burned.
Every night I saw light, until life took the wrong turn.
I've held so many umbrellas, I forget what they tell us.
Getting rebellious, we all learn the hurt is
long term. And victory is
fleeting, yet misery never misses a meeting.
It's hidden in feelings, it's harboured in pride.
Until the harness of lies cracks, admitting the reasons.
At times I'm gasping for air.
At times I'm so fine, I I get a knack for despair.
At least we restless, tactless, breathless
I lash out like I got madness to spare.
But who will take it?
The last time I snapped, I left mine shaking
Gently breaking. And lately it seems I do this
daily, the stress never kept me waiting.
Repeat Chorus ( Scratch Hook )
Verse 3: Jof
I'm going frantic, 'shallow and pedantic,' make your move like you're in
transit. Can't sit actless and pretend it's candid.
Follow up like you're quantum entangled. Commonly
strangled, by mic cords. Your sight bores, you reimagined
cyborgs. I can't stand it.
It's night walks; thoughts that might fall on canvas.
It's madness. Rearrange the classes, go teach the
masses what passes 'fore your eyeballs, but
whatever. It's all whatever you want.
If you're too scared to look, I could help you confront.
If you move by the book, that resets what you've done. And that's the
end of your hunt, you'll never catch what you sought. But
whatever. It's all whatever you like, fuck it.
It's all whatever you like.
It's all whatever you like, and when the
going gets rough, just remember the mic, it's like
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