THE PURITY OF LOVE AND WAR

by VON POE VII

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Lazarus 01:56 video
Introduction: Lazarus, arise. Glory, the book of Lazarus. [Chorus] They knew I was coming back Lazarus They knew I was coming back Lazarus Lazarus They knew I was coming back Lazarus [Verse One] They knew I was coming back Was hoping I fell off I gave em a couple years Just to get it together before I would take off I started embracing a new flow I started to walk where the wolves go Believing in self that's the god in me You will not change what was written as prophecy I'm the God Emcee That's without a question Battling me is like an easy death with Praying for em I'm praying for em Got the garden's apple And a box of rhetorics Voodoo doctor Black Elohim Remain eternal while the Heaven's singing Glory Glory all praises due The Villainous dines in archaic castles They knew I was coming back Lazarus [Chorus] Lazarus Lazarus They knew I was coming back Return of the Seven Lazarus They knew I was coming back [Verse Two] Pay attention to the resurrection Watch your favorite rappers get a dose of Perris Paradise Standing on top of the tabernacles with the universe I'm heading to Africa I'm reaching for Glory I'm digging my history Flow of the century I will not be limitated by an Oscar Nominated Grammy This is that new chapter Revenge of the Seven I spit like I'm Anakin Rappers beware of him You can catch me on top of the Pearly Gates With the Seraphim See unapologetic Maybe even standing next to Hov I'm disrespectful All praises due The Villainous dines in archaic castles They new I was coming back (Tiz you a fool for this beat man)
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Titan 02:06 video
Introduction: In the beginning it was the word. From the word, came the light. But the light was never able to outrun the darkness. From the darkness, came me. I go by The Villain, Seven. [Verse One] Aint nothing new to me And the year is 2015 Why niggas sounding like their Eulogies Truthfully? They're lost in depression No love for the lessons No gains without the pains Without a doubt I'm one of the best kid Recognize the villain I brought my city up in the buildings With the bricks Stone tablets Golden Tabernacles and shackles And where the fuck have you been? Just sitting on your ass You niggas turning up on the liquor While I'm making moves for the bigger picture But we the same right? Like how you figure that? My flow is fasho a river of golden However it's spoken The Holy Token awoken I left my enemies soaked In the blood of the sins they've woven I'm Wolfenstein without the Omen And I just want to live And I just want to be great So regardless how my story ends Just know that I was never fake eye I'll never walk away from promises that I've made myself But it's hard to find direction When everybody's got their hands out But nobody's trying to help you Said nobody's trying to help you (just some throwaway shit) [Verse Two] Ayo it's funny what this game do They never knew about the next level until I came through I taught these niggas how to stay true I've always repped the same crew That Organized Threat And that's for life my nigga who is you That triple seven That's word to all my brethren We gon' make it out alive And if we don't I guess we'll ball in Heaven I'm in the kitchen eating left overs for breakfast Should I dumb my music down And try to cash out on this rapping shit or Or grab a bitch and have her sucking up on my dick Her best friend would eat her pussy out While I'm rubbing up on her clit And we can chop it up together With the hopes of getting rich See I had dreams of making Hip Hop Why the fuck am I doing porno flicks Exploit the culture I had dreams of making Hip Hp Why the fuck am I doing porno flicks And I just want to live And I just want to be great So regardless how my story ends Just know that I was never fake
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Voicemail: "Yo what up Poe? Sal Blanco here, hitting you up. Hope this voicemail finds you well. Just want to let you know that if you take care of your words, the way that you have been, your words are going to take care of you brotha. Oh and umm, one last thing. I've been sober for about 136 days now. Not 136 days in a row but, still. I'll hit you up later and umm, fuck it that's it. Rebel Bear 13, outta here" - Sal "Rebel Bear 13" Blanco Introduction: Dedicated to Marcus Garvey, and all his Garveyites. So this is what you wanted? "Von Poe you gettin too soft on us man, what happened to being raw man, what happened to-" Word I got you. [Verse One] Von Poe VII rappin Golden my thrown that's my delegation Multiplying the Black Panther Party I start feeling Godly before I see meditation Elevation Garveyites Asiatic when I spit the science Devils get offended when they meet the lion You got David with you but I aint Goliath I'm speaking the word to my people Follow the seven Follow the Threat through the trenches You knew about it once he knew about it Can't forget the lessons that they tried to hide from us All for the glory It's all for the glory my niggas Who want it? I flow like I'm Cassius Sounding like a revolution When unloading that toy in that basket People who speak on the seven's a mystery The god aint never ever heard about them Maybe if they said his name on wax Like the candyman He'd be bout it bout it The Holy Lands are meaning more to me Mother Mother praising all of Africa Garveyites Revolutionaries Glory to God we from Africa!
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Introduction: "It's Row holding it down on 106 OGT Radio. I got a dope new track from the homie Poe, shout out Organized Threat. I swear this boy just does it all. If he's not filming, editing, or directing, he's making dope music like this track right here. I want you to turn it up for this exclusive world premiere, it's called "Pride of My People". Come on!" - Row Dayanghirang (106KMEL Radio) [Verse One] I remember living off of Little Caesar's pepperonis And the bread sticks Would always feed the hunger at night And as a youth I always wanted more for my life Was caught up in the fortune and fame Now who could blame him My momma moved us out of LA And out to Riverside I spent a couple years in private school Within the neighborhood It's funny how it happened Too many gangstas on the sidewalk Our mothers prayed to god But even Jesus couldn't save us The pride of my people [Verse Two] The corner block blues was never stopping him See I hate to sound redundant But I'll dumb it down for some of those around me And I remember reading history lessons about the 60s So as far as I'm concerned Niggas suffer with democracy Battle with words Their truth stays curving my true potential Some of yall won't see it til I'm dead in the dirt And thinking back on what it was I dated misery Was probably too addicted to Malcolm(X) To ever blossom in the industry Travel with caution My triple visual's awoken Never dormant For that H.I.P.H.O.P. So what's the issue You niggas too concerned with being famous All up on your instagrams begging for attention You was begging for a mention I couldn't spare it Conversations with the spirit Got me thinking higher of self So now my purpose on this earth is liberation For the centuries of damage that was done To my people in this nation The pride of my people [Verse Three: Sleep Sinatra] Tone like he spoke arabic A cold narrative Used to open the dungeon doors For more impairment Beast hit the circle Lights flashin Negus scatter We fell prey to reconstruction Its disaster These hidden factors Are in control of your mind Let this opus shine Open up your soul over time Still crack a 40 in the same nieghborhood i survived Saw an old friend yesterday with pain in his eyes This life's real
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Introduction: "What I'm saying is; we deal with reality right now, I'm saying let's build with the basis of right now. We talking about how we was Kings and Queens, that's all good. We discovered math and science, but now let's master math and science for right now so we can have economic power. We have to deal within ourselves, and eliminate them from our equation completely. We keep on dealing like the white man, you know? As soon as you say 'the white man took everything away from me, took everything away from me', that means you have to give him props for everything that you do have. Cause every time he took something away, that means he let you...he left, you know what I'm saying. He took his noose out, and took his pressure off just a little bit so you could win" - Lauryn Hill [Verse One] From now on If you aint bustin at corrupted cops or a politician Then you a coward when you rap about who you killin That dope-dealin aint impressing me when you talk in your rhymes I've seen the cleanest niggas get turned On alert like they was one time After one line The fuck is your purpose when talking reckless Niggas quick to knock the government But never the heart to settle it I bet on this So give me the loop in the form of freedom We was crying over Treyvon In the hood they're still beefin Creepin Cause George Zimmerman's corrupted like you They lose a fight up in the ghetto How many gunners gon' shoot? How many brothas down to ride out Like a Panther Party's night out Or a reckless crew of nightowls That be bangin for their sector The battle of Kings is dependent On the destiny you created And it's a shame because them niggas in your circle Will be the fakest They smiling in faces And laughing with them niggas that you came with While they plotting on your loyalty Like a snake in women's clothing I can feel it man [Chorus] I can feel it All up in my soul man (4x) [Verse Two] I'm in the lobby of the hotel Remanence on many farewells Sparking the "L" How many wishing the god's gon' fail I'm Al Pacino up in Scarface That's an underdog in a rat race Jacking the safe While I'm blastin at helicopters With the chopper To the melodies of the river bed For the glory is what my nigga said Ima do this shit for all of yall With the hopes of living larger dawg My niggas who be shooting dice In the alleyways of apartments My cuzzo is a don to small timers Quick to spark it They locked in emotions And numb from the styrofoam That they're holding And lately I've been thinking What's the point of all the smoking See I be heading out to New York Like one day Ima run with this Knowing that could never happen I'm from Cali reppin proudly And I'm needing yall to understand That I'm the best from the west I'll put your soul on ice like 96 to 97 Peep the message I'm hoping for a change for all this work I did And if not, well That's simply not an option kid. [Chorus] I can feel it All up in my soul man (4x)
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Introduction: Riverside in this mothafucka! It's like that boy! One time for your mind, what's the word?! Two times for the rhyme. [Lead In] Do that shit Do that shit What? (4x) [Verse One] Ayo them bucket shots silence you cats Regardless of companies kept Under the radar Niggas aiming at your teflar Murderous baring coffinous Ominous when anonymous Regulating the phosphorous Shamanistic apocalypse flex I'm that nigga sending fire through your scripture Activate my chakra Aint no limit to my ceiling Reminiscing the villainous Diligent when we working I'd rather make my mom a Mil Before I die without a purpose like that [Chorus] It's like that boy! And we aint gotta stop until this shit get right Perris Boulevard Been rockin on the scene since the age of sixteen [Verse Two] Twenty twelve was the rebirth One three was like the massacre This chapter is the aftermath Where seven is the master I'm running laps on you bastards How you niggas claiming Hip Hop But deny its very essence In the presence of the master Niggas pussy If they could be in my shoes Them niggas would be But we left them in the past And now we're focused on the dream I got my ashes on my enemies Niggas we reign supreme And a forty for homies Who because a Perris memories [Chorus] It's like that boy! And we aint gotta stop until this shit get right Perris Boulevard Been rockin on the scene since the age of sixteen Still mothafuck the cops and everything that's proper I do this for my city and them blocks we rock It's like that boy! [Verse Three] Ayo I'm villainous That Perris boulevard was like my genesis My homies were Latinos On the quest to be gambinos (How'd you make it out?) And Satellite to Perris was a testament Another Black Panther But I never rocked a letterman Told my mother if I died To bury me within the settlement I was sixteen but on the block with dope fiends And back when party crews was crackin on the block We made it happen When I went by Lil Razcle PTF was steady stackin Shout outs to KA Krush A-Lot A lot of them aint make it And IEK that's family With Luscious Pimps affiliated That's on my city dawg I'm reppin to the fullest Yea we strive for bigger dreams Still attracted to the bullshit [I'm getting older dawg Reflecting on the sorrow Rest in peace to Jav and Silky Cash O' Neil and Paul Ruiz] (2x) [Chorus] It's like that boy! And we aint gotta stop until this shit get right Perris Boulevard Still mothafuck the cops and everything that's proper
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Introduction: So what we talkin' bout? We talking bout police, mothafuckin Feds, what we talkin' bout? The mothafuckin government, religion, bitches, liquor, weed, all that shit. That real shit yall need to hear. [Verse One: Papa J. Ruiz] Shit I be like fuck em' I don't need no friends And I will live forever I don't see no end Riding inside of this hooptie Treat it like it's a Benz I break the weed down take out the stems Fuck who pretends From a town where them baggies of that deep bulk Of green hope The price contends to see-saw We hustling for that reward But me Lord Because I'm spittin They literally look at me like I'm a retard But I can't turn back Because my feet fall on recharge Not shining young homie Perro antes I'm just trying to get up out this shit Carlitos pregantes Don't turn to John Doe Watch your friends around them Benny Blancos Te begga si la plant están el banco [Bridge] I solemnly swear, for that mothafuckin dollar, I will turn into a crooked ass mothafucka right? That's what this country do to yall. [Verse Two: Papa J. Ruiz] Now one time For every time I done seen it For the time being that we here We get crucified for no reason Since before my lady on leavage I been chasing this money And chasing this dream A new breed of young leaders And mothafuckas gon' see us Cause that early preparation In this war is always needed Threat is always organized For Sumerian to speak it now Give me props now give me dues Don't follow code I done broke the rules Snakes disguised While shaking hands With people that I once knew Like fuck homie But now I just stare at moons And paranoia kicks in And smoking "L"s don't help the mood Ones that kill you Are the ones that say that they're there for you And I apologize In that sixth grade That Em and Jay That Renegade that paved the way For me to grab my nuts and say Fuck you I'm getting paid Give me what I want Ima raid the place Run up in the spot And take the Grammy Speak loud I'm never rambling Hey, look at my face I'm that reason to grow Breaking that chief with the blow Should of been defeated at Lowes Failed a couple of times Now I'm back tough Middle finger Ima act up Two fives Rub your tits Put your ass up Eighth down Fuck the cops pulled up It's a shake down [Interlude] I got uh, one White male, one Black male, two Brown males. I need fifty cars - Police Officer [Bridge] It's all the grinding, up early Aye Ryan we recording? We recording? Aight that's solid All I ever wanted was this All I ever wanted was this Yall mothafuckas just playin with this Take it up, and grind Got that moaning shit [Verse Three: Papa J. Ruiz] And as I dream Fall work hard for all my shit Matter of fact I talk to God about all this shit My son needs clothes The rent is due No side slackin homeboy I gotta get this loop I stand alone on no coward shit And the lord bless those that overwork So I overtime on hour shifts The feeling overwhelmed wanna quit I said I can't, Land of The Hate Brainwashed by them Benjamin Franks Big dreams fuck a minimum wage And the partners all around me Seen them similar days Blood sweat mixed with tears Run down my cheek Once upon a time I remember I was too young to speak But I understood I couldn't ever fear defeat Judge a man homeboy when he's done complete I stay running and I'm hoping Trying to find me some light Still roam with the night But my money not right But I give you my all I give a fuck If the world rejects my word and balls All I've had since I was being choked With an umbilical cord Dear Lord Let a youngin wake up The next morning Take a fresh breath of air And rise up again Get the goals I prosper for I never acted as a person That I never thought I was Love will have these busters Slippin on their rubber gloves Trying to get you when the clock strike ten Getting rich or die trying Get you smoked By your very best friend See when you die People try to go and fuck your bitch And I'll be damned man Throw stones and hit me with sticks But I be forward moving The potent user That bust like a ruger Doing damage like bazooka The ruler tell you move bitch Like I was Luda The fewer the shooter To shoot a youngin That be shootin for lunas Olive Buckley Cold December And just remember You aint never had a friend like me Sometimes I sit and wonder If God ever had to go and sin like me And had calls with his cousin From the pin like me And smoked with his outlawz Before they ride like G'z You'll never find by iii Define iii By the places that no longer find iii The dry drive Blood of cry While these rhymes keep me inside House of my momma's chicken and rice For the little one While your drama class taught me How to roll dice In my eyes Bangin, gettin money, stripes Bitches with the fat ass that admire some rides Guns and knives The spice No mager heights G-Code Lived off 7-11 Doritos I speak words that a beast would Out the Eastwoods With the heat good Bustin like Eastwood Out they Gran Torino
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Breeze 03:03 video
Voicemail: "Yo, what up nigga. It's Papa J. bro. I hit your line up man, I had to dial you up bro. I missed your call and shit, I'm out here chasing the dollar sign. You already know how it is, slow feet don't eat. You know my speech. I hope everything good bro. Had to hit you back up, make sure everything's swell. Fuck the rest, period. You know what I'm sayin? If I don't pick up the line, you already know what the business is. I'm out here trying to get mine. So it's all love baby, get yours. Hit me back when you get that free time, yep. One" - Papa J. Ruiz [Chorus] Hold up Let me feel the breeze aye yay I've been drifting through The corners of these streets And lately I've been thinking Bout the buildings and the pyrex Make my momma prouder Free my niggas form the projects (2x) [Verse One] See this is what they vibing to The game aint been the same Since Papa J. and Poe been on the loose Some liquor for my partners Pray I never have to bury more If I had a baby boy Just know I want the best for you [Bridge] "People change around you, because they start treating you different because of your success. So you are changing. You don't change who you are, the core of who you are, the things that you believe, the things you love, and the things you'd die for, and your principles. You don't change that, but you're going to change who you are. You're gonna change, you know. You can't do the same things, you can't go hang on the corner. Some people may not be comfortable with that. And it deals with the other side of success, how people look at you when you're successful. 'Media meddles, people sue, you settle. Every step you take they remind you, you ghetto.'" - Sean "Jay-Z" Carter [Chorus] Hold up Let me feel the breeze aye yay I've been drifting through The corners of these streets And lately I've been thinking Bout the buildings and the pyrex Make my momma prouder Free my niggas form the projects Hold up [Verse Two] Just let him feel the breeze They send him back to prison He aint never see the streets And all he wants is justice For the crimes he done committed Know he did a couple wrongs But not enough to lose his children [Chorus] Hold up Let me feel the breeze aye yay I've been drifting through The corners of these streets And lately I've been thinking Bout the buildings and the pyrex Make my momma prouder Free my niggas form the projects [Verse Three] See this is what they vibing to The game aint been the same Since Papa J. and Poe been on the loose Some liquor for my partners Pray I never have to bury more If I had a baby boy Just know I want the best for you Just know I want the best for you
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Introduction: One time for your mind, two times for the rhyme like that. Word Yea it be like that, sometimes Yea it be like that, sometimes Strive for the future [Verse One] Fuck and introduction I'm serving beef to whoever what it Like fuck it I'll be the first to bring the ruckus The villainous Climbing down your chimney Like the Boogeyman And tried to keep the peace Battle raps go hand and hand Mothafuckas in the underground Better start to salute me Jacking my styles buffoonery Top villains lack the purity Of the original villain It aint even about the money But it is about your loyalty How you moving meaning more to me Decisions Decisions I swear to God these niggas bitches But I get labeled as the bad guy For speaking out against them Catch me on the up and up Dolo walking A prophet Allegiance off to the marksman You basic spitting the typical Getting popped off Or ran the fuck over by Southern Levies The flow is heavy Poetic Death corrupting all of yall With the Nubian Bling Look what I did to these rappers man Look what I did to these rappers [Chorus] Sometimes Yea it be like that (4x) [Verse Two] Ayo the motto's been the same Since niggas jumped off the plane wildin' I'll spit a couple 32s And bounce to the Cambridge Islands I'm lounging Dolo on the block with the hooded sweater Aint going out like Trayvon You cracka niggas move along Trying to get on To the top of the bracket And I aint packing Wooden caskets of poverties Babies die for monopoly money You tenderoni types to only bark with the homies In the same fashion the pigs do When they rockin out with the badges on em See I aint sweating it My real niggas represent Haters on the block They wanna take you out to the parking lot I'm coo with it My celly buzzin form my Mrs. She's trying to get my dick sucked I'm trying to get her pussy eaten Might have a threesome That depends on how we feeling I got a list of known celebs I'm trying to bag before the weekend All these rappers got me fucked up Trying to clown on my vernacular I spit a flow spectacular I'm laughing at you amateurs Who wanna wage wars like Kamikazes Knock me on that sucka shit Get bombed like Nagasaki For the fish scale Hoping you repel So many farewells I done made it pretty far From where I started off as a child I'll put my foot up in your ass boy I roam without the posse A Neo-Nazi in comparison to niggas Who try to plot on me So I'm posted at the Arco Never posted up in park though Surveillance or the radar These rappers never been hard
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Introduction: Live it up though, just live it up. Throw it up through, just throw it up. What's the word word? Bring in the hook like this. [Chorus] Young ass niggas on the come up Young ass niggas feeling fly Young ass niggas getting paper Young ass niggas staying high Young ass niggas living restless man Young ass niggas pray to pussy Young ass niggas give a fuck about the politics Young ass niggas never die [Verse One] And I came up in the building with the hoodie Like I'm Trayvon Flexing on the scene Later smoking on a swisher Praying to the skyline Hoping that I make it No homies in the background Just imaginations Oh Lord Try to put me in a box And I aint with it I spit it how I'm living Relaxing I'm chilling in the background Watching Tarantino Thinking bout my lifestyle Trips to Camario They wanna see me sad baby I couldn't give it to em Living up on cloud nine It's so beautiful Thinking bout the after affects And what it meant to me I wasn't put here to just have fun But Ima live it to the limit While I'm fucking on a bad one Another young nigga Trying to make some memories [Chorus] Young ass niggas on the come up Young ass niggas feeling fly Young ass niggas getting paper Young ass niggas staying high Young ass niggas living restless man Young ass niggas pray to pussy Young ass niggas give a fuck about the politics Young ass niggas never die [Verse Two] You knew about it I bet you knew about it That heartbreak There aint nothing you could do about it Momma in the kitchen Steady thinking bout the break up My father was a no show The nigga never raised us Twenty-Thirteen And through the years of getting closer A couple years later that's my nigga And I love him You knew about it I know you knew about it My happiness There aint nothing you could do about it Papa J. done hit me on the cellie-phone daily I swear we gonna make it I aint worried bout a damn thing Oh Lord put me in positions for a come up A lot of us been locked up For running with the gun up You knew about it I know you knew about it My dedication There aint nothing you could do about it Von Poe VII nigga Reppin for the Threat, still Just a young nigga living godly Believe that [Chorus] Young ass niggas on the come up Young ass niggas feeling fly Young ass niggas getting paper Young ass niggas staying high Young ass niggas living restless man Young ass niggas pray to pussy Young ass niggas give a fuck about the politics Young ass niggas never die
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Introduction: Okay. Just ride with me, just vibe with me. [Verse One] That Beauty and The Beast flow Addicted to the pain I'm fighting shadows off in the rain Under a cloud of jaded echos My comfort was abandonment I was too real to fit up in their boxes They couldn't handle it So we travel across the universe in search for the golden necklace They're saying that That boy seven is back up on his Death shit Feeling blessed for what I've conquered For the lessons learned I'm honored You pay the cost to be the boss And I'm just happy I aint faltered Cigarillos to the broken ghettos My fallen fellows Some liquors for your pains I pray your memories stay eternal And cemetery under moonlight Stalking him The raven is watching him The god in the flesh on the steps Until these devils aint an obstacle [Chorus] American Ultra American Ultra America Ultra What is life but immortality Searching for the fallacy American Ultra The raven in the darkness Grew to love without a heart, kid [Verse Two] You want the truth infused Quoted with the lines from the booth Now should I lie to my fans And direct them how to all "stay true" Should I ride for the crew During dark times when jail is the noose Is my value reflected in views Am I better than you See when we die We cry to Heaven's Gate Our flesh to the dirt Put a kiss on the curse What's the worst That they could do to a Hearst See I was there for the birth And a cry of joy Was the only thing that I heard Some nurses were chanting verses As I awoke from the earth They said "The Nazareth's awoken" A golden robe I was bathed in ornaments With a manifesto of Chosen I'm here to save yall from the torment Spit flames against the Omen My apologies I've been lost But I understand my destiny Crucify to me the cross my niggas [Chorus] American Ultra American Ultra America Ultra What is life but immortality Searching for the fallacy American Ultra The raven in the darkness Grew to love without a heart, kid [Hidden Freestyle: Vek] Cerebralism, does that make me a "Cerebralist"? Maybe cause I diagnose my flaws And search for feebleness Anytime of Evilness I jab it with a mental needle tip And make the needle drip Out onto a steel dish Then I examine it All I see is famine and Suffering abandonment Can't be smoking Cannabis Always where the vital mask I never speak the literal And never check my Psycho-Pass Cause I'd be a latent criminal I can't self destruct So I detonate the dominator Before it detonates me and dominates You can draw the pages I'd be a fugitive of the corrupted Sybil System I am a fugitive of what you'd call a Civil System Some say a system works But there is a flaw that tends to lurk And it's puttin you hard into the dirt Back to that very first square that you always were Trying to slaughter egotism Either bring the heat or miss em Just another rare case of Chronic-Type Cerebralism
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Voicemail: "Yooo, it's Joogy nigga. What's up? I would like to start off by saying, man fuck all yall niggas. Understand this my nigga, OGT is the future. Now salute to that, peace to the movement" - Justin aka Joogy Jugg [Verse One] What is love for those who've been lost And what is pain for those Without the cross in mind And did you sell your soul to be the boss Did you sell your body For them hopes and dreams Or them fast cars Did you leave your people? Sacrifices and hate is evil See love is war When the affects are lethal And propaganda's my holiness See love is the picture we painting I'm stuck in the game A man of my word I'm a man of confessions Can you say the same? We stuck is a system Of niggas and bitches Them cops they be trippin But what is the difference When the outcome A couple bullet shot Another life is missing, damn [Chorus] And the sun shines through my life We play the game Still roll the dice The space between them candle lights (2x) [Verse Two] Stuck in the streets Like I'm stuck in a sequel Word to my peoples Peace to my niggas Who stayed off the block Once the money was peaceful My nigga you made it (whoa!) My nigga you made it We pray for good health Cause money wont buy you That spiritual wealth I'm growing my niggas I'm learning from all of my niggas, damn [Chorus] And the sun shines through my life We play the game Still roll the dice The space between them candle lights (8x)
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Introduction: "The man I worked for, he had one of the biggest companies in New York City. He ran it for more than fifty years. Fifteen years, eight months, nine days, I was with him every day. I looked after him, took care of him, protected him. I learned from him. Bumpy was rich, but he wasn't white man rich. You see he wasn't wealthy. He didn't own his own company. He thought he did, but he didn't. He just managed it. White man owned it so they owned him. Nobody owns me, though." - Denzel Washington (American Gangster 2007) [Verse One} Filthy money wishes We lottery scheming That mission impossible We plottin spots to rock When the block gets hot I want the mansion and the yacht Just to say that we did it See the criminal system Is something that my team is never mission Minorities listen when we're poverty stricken Them words will save you We only representing twelve percent Of the continent that we living in So as a Black man in America Never in God have I trusted in That's common sense Egyptian pyramids on Christian dollars, kid I want the cream I'm trying to live it up like I'm Ray Liota With a couple females Bullet holes and some sea shells The good life I'll cop a couple thou' And get my mouth fixed Or thug it out for my people With a chipped tooth and a white chick That's how I'm living I'll speak it simple So you can paint the picture From rags to riches The baddest bitches Aint the Queens my nigga I'm in the Lincoln Trying to ride it out like Cadillac My Grandpa had the Eighty-Nine And when he died, he gave me that My nigga where's your heart at? Ayo I tucked it by my nut sack So if a nigga try to test me Best believe he getting all that Before I fall back And lay with the earth My mom's retirement Is something Ima provide Even if I gotta ride for it [Chorus] Filthy money wishes We went from rags to riches I'm just trying to live it up For homies serving time in prison We'll be living large until the lights go out We'll be living large until the lights go out (2x) [Verse Two] And what about that See reality living aint what I'm dreaming We manifesting the future It's coming so just get used to it The rebirth of the African on American soil That's revenge of the slave Or the resurrection of higher elevation I got the .45 and the shotty But we tired of all that gun talk Cause the cops is still corrupted Meaning most of yall aint bustin So fuck it I'd rather live it up and hit the town tonight And spark the revolution With a Molotov and candle light We thuggin To the villainous Good Fellas, Untouchables We sparking up the Cuban And word to Formula we cruising To the good life I'll cop a couple mil' And get my city fixed Free meals for the children A better house to live with cheap expenses Cause word is bond My niggas are out here trying to get it I'm trying to make it out Without becoming another statistic So stick to the mission We about the rock the nation Like the Reagan Era And Black Panther Party Genocide In all it's terror [Chorus] Filthy money wishes We went from rags to riches I'm just trying to live it up For homies serving time in prison We'll be living large until the lights go out We'll be living large until the lights go out (2x) "The most important thing in business is honesty, integrity, hardwork. Family, never forgetting where we came from. See you are what you are in this world, and that's either one of two things. Either you're somebody, or you're nobody. I'll be right back." - Denzel Washington (American Gangster 2007)
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BANE 02:30 video
Introduction: Glory. God, excuse my cockiness. We gon' do this in one take, vibe with me. [Chorus] And all my life I've been living this dream I've been chasing this money I've been spending this cream Tryn'a get my niggas out the projects Tryn'a get my niggas out the projects [Verse One] I came in this game with a mission Multi-million dollar platinum awarded My vision means more to me I sat by the Holy Ghost Speaking in tongues to a burning tree (Black Moses) Tell the Queen we want out reparations Holy mother murdered Africa They gave us our pain Not the strength in us I'm back in this bitch And I'm checkin em Born in Dexter's Laboratory So pass me the 40oz We pouring one For niggas no longer a Threat to us I'm back from the dead Like you're seeing the resurrection I'm the revelation on a blazing chariot That buck buck buck buck Who knew they were scared of us? [Bridge] All praises to the most high And all glory to a mother's womb (2x) [Verse Two] Got the message on the cellphone Hit the brodie "what the crew tryin battle with" And for the record Never knew about the city we was reppin' Til the god came and handled it I walk through the building on stepping stones Sins on my back from these lands I roam And Tiz on the beat Like he work for the skull and bones Man, I'm glad you home Man, I swear we on [Chorus] And all my life I've been living this dream I've been chasing this money I've been spending this cream Tryn'a get my niggas out the projects Tryn'a get my niggas out the projects (2x) Outro: Word word! The new Black Dante in full effect. VON POE VII / Lord Darcia, the villain. What up Tiz, what up Bentley. Organized Threat for life
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Introduction: Stay humble. Keep your eyes focused on the prize. Keep your dreams to yourself. Or spread them with the world, and be ready to pursue them. Vibe with me Just vibe with me I'm checked in At the Channel Road Inn Feed the people Feed the people [Verse One] And I swear to God When I speak my truth I see my baby girl Up in them pretty boots You see I'm blessed and humble I'm thankful too I see the sun is shining Man, the world is beautiful Take me away I see a lot of yall swag Need to pump on the breaks And dream bigger, baby My momma raised me And the streets they taught me How to walk through darkness See I'm Black and handsome My mind is beautiful My eyes see poetry On these blocks I'm running through My people Switch up the culture My Heavenly Father And watch for the vultures, preach [Chorus] My baby girl, you know I love you My twin brother, you know I love you Papa J., you know I love you My momma dearest, you know I love you My nigga Twon, you know I love you Joogy Jugg, you know I love you My nigga Mook, you know I love you Man all my niggas, you know I love you [Verse Two] We want a million dollars ballin' And another Black goddess Up in the White House For my grandfather Rest in peace I bet I ball out for the paper Or the fortune and fame Like what's your purpose Man I swear to God (cherish every moment) (we aint promised tomorrow) My ex girl was wanting more for me Then I could ever really give to her I've had niggas leave the Threat cause- Voicemail: "Hey lovey, it's me. I'm just calling because I want to hear your voice. I long for you baby, and I miss your touch. And I can't want to see you again. Talk to you soon baby, bye." - Jean Aster
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Introduction: "Message said you'd be here. Still, kind of thought it'd be one of your minions who showed up in the flesh" - Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland "You caught up in some of my people's papers? - Omar Little [Chorus] Now if I got locked Would you jack my style Or try to downplay me To cash out on the cow And If I got locked Would you be there to greet me Or leave me in a cage Like them animals on TV (2x) [Verse One] If we're being honest Never needed a cosigner From these wack ass rhymers My sperm cells pack a meaner clientele Than Tony Soprano I'm Omar with the shotty In a phony rapper's lobby I'm probably bout to catch a body You on The Wire my nigga See, you Stringer in the window I'm Mouzone without the bow tie If you can't tell I'm hungry for this shit Like it was retail Bet a million that I'll body Your favorite rappers and females (55 my nigga) See even Jesus had to die though And I aint really into photos So don't ask unless it's promo Still mothafuck the coppas On this block that I'm walkin The gorilla stomping in darkness Never one for the barkin I bring the chaos Niggas aint shit without their crews Or a pussy's face when you're facing em' Claiming your style aint Reaganism, paganism I'll push the bacon back in the stable Swine dining findings Never the villain or god that I be Pay attention You wasn't sharing the wealth So now we're taking it You don't know about that struggle Cause you spend a couple days in it And I'll dick slap you PaRappa, The Rappers And laugh casually How you carrying the Westcoast Knowing you aint as nice as me Keeping it thorough I had to cut some niggas out of my circle (pause) That's what that paranoid will do to you Who's iLLer than us The heat that you're packing will never bust I'm never dusty with the raps I give respect when it's given back But never that So why these suckas hating On Poetic's raps It's probably cause Me and my niggas about to bring it back Or probably cuhz Them niggas been knowing that they wack It's that classic AZ and Nas Illmatic raps mothafucka [Chorus] Now if I got locked Would you jack my style Or try to downplay me To cash out on the cow And If I got locked Would you be there to greet me Or leave me in a cage Like them animals on TV (2x) [Verse Two] At any minute I could flip it on em A career based on instrumental drops And catchy punch lines I'm done talkin The rain of seven like mathematics Spit it backwards like White America White power with Afros And still wouldn't change shit The still will leave you brainless I'll still pop the steel If ever broke to steal your bank with That alpha and omega I spit it for the culture Triple sevens in my paradise I'm hella nice I purified holy water in dirty sprite The Devil's blessing Trap niggas The God was never true to them Food for thought Was better off anonymous Painting pictures My flow schemes A vivid interpretation of scriptures You niggas never gon' pop That money talk That's ever corny rapper On every block Stop dumbing down my culture You Kings and Queens Be selling off your royalties To the vultures, uh Oh what, you thought this was a game? To me, I'll lace the beat in a coffin box And tell it to rest in peace What part of the game aint niggas comprehending That simple science I'm the Alchemist And equivalent exchanges Is my accomplishment That riverside reppa All up in your sector I've been gutta with the raps And I'm steady reaching for the dresser Got caught up in a stack of wackness Wrapping up packages Dip and damaged them My apologies I had to switch the plan on them New beginnings I never was the type To handle contracts, so Them niggas aint around Their loyalty fronted I hit that reset button We ever lasting I'm steady casting off Recruiting authors Ayo the Threat is like when Hell was conquered This is that wordplay villainous While niggas be grillin From unlimited distance Eliminate your style before you had one I'll strap cast on Without the mask on Then I'll toss you in a lake to pass on Before I blast off The Villain [Chorus] Now if I got locked Would you jack my style Or try to downplay me To cash out on the cow And If I got locked Would you be there to greet me Or leave me in a cage Like them animals on TV (2x) Outro: "I'm just working, doing what a man's suppose to do" - Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland "Oh I know you've been busy. Caught some talk from them men you roughed up, over on the Westide" - Omar Little "All this death, you don't think it ripples out? You don't even know what the fuck I'm talking about. I was a few years ahead of you at Edmondson, but I know you remember the neighborhood, how it was. We had some bad boys, for real. Wasn't about guns so much as knowing what to do with your hands. Those boys could really rack. My father had me on the straight, but like any young man, I wanted to be hard too, so I'd turn up at all the house parties where the tough boys hung. Shit, they knew I wasn't one of them. Them hard cases would come up to me and say, "Go home, schoolboy, you don't belong here." Didn't realize at the time what they were doing for me. As rough as that neighborhood could be, we had us a community. Nobody, no victim, who didn't matter. And now all we got is bodies, and predatory motherfuckers like you. And out where that girl fell, I saw kids acting like Omar, calling you by name, glorifying your ass. Makes me sick, motherfucker, how far we done fell" - Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland

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What is dedication, and how can one's focus be beneficial (or detrimental) to his or her's said dedication? I don't have the exact answer to that, I'm still on this journey myself. But I do have a story.

Back in 2005, I started this journey with my first official project "The Atma Within". I was fifteen going on sixteen, and have since dropped fifteen solo project (not including the collab projects I've done). I didn't have Facebook growing up, no YouTube, Soundcloud, DatPiff, Worldstar, none of that. Some of us had Myspace, but the site shut down two years after allowing us the ability to have music pages.

Never had access to a videographer, no editors in my small town, no producers at the time either. From a time when video looked like a box and recorded on tapes (video and audio). I'm only 26yrs old, but there was a good five years where I was playing catch up to the changing times. I believe a lot of artist born in the late 80s were, and still are.

My point is this; Despite the constant changes, despite always having to rely on myself to record and mix my own stuff, and shooting and editing my own videos, I always kept going. I keep going to this day. When they ask about my contribution to the culture, I can proudly point at this picture. I can testify to dropping fifteen full length solo projects within a ten year time span, and using those projects as a means to perfect my craft.

I never catered to the insecure, never played on female emotions. I've always kept solid with regards to wordplay and vision. Never cut no corners, never tried to sell projects with sex appeal. A true artist is what I am, and I'm very proud of that.

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released March 27, 2016

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To all my listeners / villains, you all definitely make all of this worth it. I promise to give you all a better MORE PRODUCTIVE YEAR, that's my word. Hope you all enjoy this project!

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Film the timeless, and record my poetry. A man of few words.

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