Catharsis

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released May 8, 2015

All Lyrics Written By: Darth Dream

Produced By: Lyle Horowitz, Chuck Inglish, Charlie Mac, Javis Faux, laronisaloser, Falside.

Executive Producer(s): Darth Dream, David "OraCorey" Sanford, Steven Pardo.

Engineered By: Steven Pardo

Recorded At: 4D Audio Productions New York, New York.

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Track Name: Catharsis (Intro)
Pre Chorus: From the ghost of Frida Khalo im killin drillin you niggas with self portraits of the….spirit
from the tomb of king tut son I’m livin /these rags and riches I’m taking straight to my… crydipt
from the view inside of the zoo I’m livid / watching you niggas fucking up our game’s image
from the borough of the biggest recognize, I represent for the illest
I’m Brooklyn’s own


Chorus:

These niggas know the game /
it ain’t no time to run /
we living out our dreams /
they’re just selling you some /
they won’t know that we’re serious until KINGS we become/
so come up off the throne /
the watching is done
We trickin out the system /
purging out our losses /
we fuckin’ up they money /
and takin’ back our portions/
ain’t no more shaking hands /
we don’t care what it costs us /
we settin precedents /
and this is Catharsis


Verse 1:

Forgive them mother / for they know not what they do /
all crosses bearing her signature from right under the womb /
praise is due /
to the most wise / them OGs x the homies tellin’ no lies /
word is bond, better keep your flow tight / no /
your work of art don’t work for us no more /
I’m taking malice to your palette / rippin hearts out for show /
on display at your local gallery / we gatherin’ those /
with the sickest stick up mentality / for snatchin’ the gold /
magnetic glow /( OH! )/
in the midst of the city’s makeover /
where transplants try to take over /
and wannabees wanna stay over / know //
that we been sittin in the cut /
waitin to light our city up from BK straight to the top of the globe //
so pardon my stars as I get my shine off / /
and pardon your heart if I let a 9 off //
my mind off its handle / until I sign off /
it’s URK to the grave / fucker, the grind’s ours /


Chorus II:

These niggas know the game /
it ain’t no time to run /
we living out our dreams /
they’re just selling you some /
they won’t know that we’re serious until KINGS we become/
so come up off the throne /
Dunny the watching is done
We trickin out the system /
and purging out our losses /
we fuckin’ up they money /
and takin’ back our portions/
ain’t no more shaking hands /
we don’t care what it costs us /
we out our for presidents /
and this is Catharsis

Verse 2:

I’m sauvignon blanking out /
hearing these niggas talk out the side they mouth /
fresh out this pen with the lyrics that leave you little doubt //
spit it out if you holding, choking on apprehension /
you scared to think it / my greatness you always fail to mention / keeping this underground royal /
buried up under the soil /
so you could look in the mirror /
and feel that you remained loyal /
until this tiger appears / to tinker trouble x toil /
reawaken your fears / and smolder your blood til it boils /
I’ve earned this hunger nigga / you ain’t tryna eat /
you ain’t tryna see life on the other side of the street //
see, the grass ain’t always greener but at least it’s different //
where you could hear the truth clearly you just afraid to listen /
made it my mission to sniff out all of the lames /
use a blowtorch to blaze my own lane /
letting the forest burn my name /
Darth Dream / Sith Lord King /
beginning of my first era / peep the aura, it gleams / you’ll see / passive aggression was never my nature /
cause I got a / passion for danger and reckless behavior /
I’m here to / slay any and all naysayers x traitors /
til their blood rains down and emboldens my foes to be braver /
you got desire lemme see it /
I got the supply to keep you alive and get you wired for the season /
hired for a reason /
to bring the truth, the justice and this urban rebel wave /
until the end of my days/ (my nigga)


Chorus III:

These niggas know the game /
it ain’t no time to run /
we living out our dreams /
they’re just selling you some /
they won’t know that we’re serious until KINGS we become/
so come up off the throne /
the watching is done
We trickin out the system /
purging out our losses /
we fuckin’ up they money /
we takin’ back our portions/
ain’t no more shaking hands /
we don’t care what it costs us /
we out for presidents / ….
And this is Catharsis
Track Name: Hunger Pains
Verse 1:

Looking back up on a New York City summer /
rooftop runnin’ as a youngin’ /
watching cops toggle triggers,
shooting more than just the dozens /
like doesn’t that sound fun? /
100 miles we’d run to the oldest corner store to cop some weak gum now we sip on cheap rum and stumble til our stomach’s bubble over / lamenting yesterdays while we plot the taking over of the morrow / with harrowed tales of ghetto life that still exist /
despite them transplants steady moving in /
I should be used to it /
but lately I’ve been too into my mind not to rewind /
and do some shit to remind /
myself how it used to be /
cruising through them city streets at night /
navigating the sea of lights we use to see //
and seen as how / we had to fly the coup to set free /
it’s funny looking back on a past that can still arrest me /
whipping’ my Delorean down memory lane /
a young prophet in the making the legend became /
but I know //
I got a long old way to go / and with these short Old City raps /
I’m breathing life into the era of gold //
when peace met grief and they nestled under the same sheets /
the same break with the same beats /
things done changed /
Biggie told me 9-4 /
so I just ride the wave for as long as I let my mind go //
back in the days when time was illmatic /
and every ounce of my city was a classic / (so pass that shit ) /


Chorus:

Lovin’ NY right now /
Lovin’ NY right now (you say) /
Lovin’ NY right now /
Lovin’ NY right now (you say)
(And You Say New York City)
Lovin’ NY right now /
Lovin’ NY right now (you say)
Lovin’ NY right now /
Lovin’ NY right now (you say)


Verse 2:

You see nostalgia is a very funny feeling /
and peeling back the layers got my mind reeling /
stealing the attention of the present /
got me dealing with the past in the form of buried treasure /
do I do it for the leisure? I’m less sure /
the pressure of a solid gold memory is tempting me /
like how we used to hold hands walkin up Delancey street /
when we tricked that old man to cop a pint of Hennesey /
and once she heard them slow jams,
her slow wine was extra sweet / you best believe /
you see, I see it? /
but fuck it, I can’t let go /
I kept you in my brain waves to keep you feelin’ special /
I see you on the train every time I swipe my metro /
right before I write these memos /
your flesh shows /
I test those thoughts with certain wishes in the hopes that you’re livin’ for the city, yourself, and for the times that we kicked it /
for the kisses we delivered /
and the jokes, I might miss it /

but for me to get over I had to for-get /
ya get it? /
and I understand it’s hard /
but I know it’s not always written clearly up in the stars /
so I try to write legibly in my bars /
give freedom to all these thoughts /
loosen my grip on history /
to out find what was lost / in the seasons /
time x memories in between us /
tucked away between Pandora’s legs, her box the sweetest /
and as she keeps it /
we can trace out every secret in the rain /
and wash away all of these hunger pains…. Bitch


Chorus:

Lovin’ NY right now /
Lovin’ NY right now (you say) /
Lovin’ NY right now /
Lovin’ NY right now (you say)
(And You Say New York City)
Lovin’ NY right now /
Lovin’ NY right now (you say)
Lovin’ NY right now /
Lovin’ NY right now (you say)
Track Name: Escapism
Verse 1:

Every day that I wake up/
I see myself and I think of/
what will soon happen to me/
If I do not hunt down these dreams/
see they say that life’s an adventure/
I venture through those dimensions/
I’m wrestling with my past/
to wrap futures inside my present/
the pressure to be the best/
will be met with struggle and stress/
if success is worth every penny/
I’ll pay that debt til I’m dead/
and I bet that with every line/
in a lyric, rhythm, and rhyme/
that you feel it enough to climb
up the mountains inside my mind/
or fly with me up to the heavens/
escaping these local pressures/
women, money and music/
they always play well together/
these vices invade my life and/
proceed to keep me at peace/
while some people believe it’s poison/
I see it as a release/
ain’t no re-grets for a sinner/
just hope and pray for forgiveness/
if dying can reap your spirit/
then living is my religion/
revealing myself in public/
while losing my will to trust
is the reason why I don’t love/
ice water engulfs my blood /
along with a fifth of whiskey /
that numbness is coming with me /
I chose these words carefully /
cause deceptive bitches are tricky /
and niggas work out of context /
tryna alter your content /
but folding is not an option /
competition / no contest /
I con-test every letter that the law suggests /
if it ain’t in our best inter-est /
nigga we must object /
while I launch these /
verbal attacks atop your consci-ence /
your man said he was the best /
I laughed /
it must have been in jest /
please ingest this wisdom while a whittle this list down to none / blessed be thy name /
call me Darth Dream /
I’m the chosen one / Golden Sun /
ain’t enough shine for the both of us to hold this trophy up /
it’s over son /
only use your pen for journal entry runs /
enter the 37th chamber /
with a dream in the clip /
to hold you over while I’m sprayin’ /
done with pleadin’ the 5th /
twenties for my thoughts If you payin /
so ain’t no more gifts/
only police chalk where you layin’ /
and I’m sayin this…


Chorus:

I hit the sheets / fall asleep with my crown bent /
ghetto got me feelin’ like I’m drowning /
hounding /
toss x turning for hours until the sound dips /
since my conscience tends to get too loud then/
how in /
the world are we to see peace of mind when them clouds dim /
and every ounce of sunlight is surrounded /
I’m pouncing /
on every blessing no stress when I leave the town fam /
escaping to a place that I can lounge in homie...


Verse 2:

Every night that I fall asleep /
lawless visions be doggin' me/
so for these fortunes ill stick a coffin up /
if the offer’s deep /
sergeant pardon me /
you ain’t earned enough to play god to me /
so put your pack up back in your holster for you lose all your teeth spoiled rotten, I gotta get it before it ripens /
pick the forbidden fruit then eat it /
and light up the cipher //
peter piper picked a pepper
I’m pickin’ a fight with the fact that these lifeless sack of suits still determine the prices /
sinister thoughts and still my mind can’t be bought /
master the cards in every deck and dump the jokers off shore /
an iron heart /
with a tiger’s roar gunning for more /
dumpin them clips on any maestro in society’s score/
this ain’t a movie dog /
clarity wanes /
you lose perspective in this neck of urban rebel terrain /
where territory is hard to come by //
since my city’s been stained /
by all these counter culture vultures tryna box out our lane /
them fuckin snakes /
fuck the…fuckin Jakes /
livin in a world we didn’t make /
pussy with no taste /
and sissy’s too prissy to make mistakes //
are you not entertained by this grime? /
are you ashamed to feel the wrath and the wave of these crimes/
please don’t be fake with your eyes /
follow the news /
ain’t nothin’ hollow bout these bottles baby /
swallow the truth /
let it burn you up into ashes/
watch it strangle and noose /
til you lose your sense of attachment, gain a passion for proof /
there ain’t no truce up in this Brooklyn Zoo //
metropolitan mind with skies to move /
So when I hit LA you know Imma throw on that Dodger Blue //
Only thing left is respect x a check //
so if you ain’t comin’ with either, you ain’t comin’ correct /
I summon the best with these threats that I’m still hungry for necks / then I use your head as a bust, till I bust whoever is next /
and on my flesh I’m settin’ bets that I’m gon’ rise from these depths/ til we all escape out this hell and hit that rapture connect /
my nigga...


Chorus:

I hit the sheets / fall asleep with my crown bent /
ghetto got me feelin’ like I’m drowning /
hounding /
toss x turning for hours until the sound dips /
since my conscience tends to get too loud then/
how in /
the world are we to see peace of mind when them clouds dim /
and every ounce of sunlight is surrounded /
I’m pouncing /
on every blessing no stress when I leave the town fam /
escaping to a place that I can lounge in homie...
Track Name: Bastille Day
Verse I:

From the corner store robbing /
to the late night mobbin’ /
frontin’ like we the Batman’s and Robin’s of the hood/
wishing for better things was better than anything reality coulda gave us /
but we stood /
high up on our morals //
switching dead roses for laurels /
a gift from Greek Gods and Roman Martyrs/
just a raw bunch no longer willing to settle for the bits and scraps / you better jet cause we comin’ to take our city back /
revolution’s the only language that we can speak /
so while you laughing, we’re lungin’ to cut your tongue-in-cheek /
the more you show us / the more you owe us /
fam /
and we don’t give a damn about your motherfucking quota /
QUOTE US //
more potent than gun toting //
swift when we shift /
and all in one motion /
yo /
you think you know but you have no idea /
this is that get back no more fear /
Brooklyn is here nigga


Chorus:

Mirror: We taking it to make sure that our pot gets richer /
Self: Get up (let’s get it all) /
Mirror: And if not, then we can dump these motherfucking shots off nigga!?/
Self: Do sit up (and dump em off) //
Mirror: (unh unh) See we ain’t gotta listen to them no more nigga! / Self: No more, we done with yall / nigga we done with yall


Verse II:

Said this is urban rebel scripture /
it was written and it’ll hit ya /
pumpin up the bass from the veins and into your system /
gotta figure the rich ones become the hunted /
with a bulls eye on their back the color of old Parisian money /
more than a hundred for a head /
that’s more than enough to handle yo fluff and sub for substance instead /
learnin to /
butter our bread with what we got /
and up in the streets it’s FUCK THE POLICE whether they bust us or not //
representin’ the ghosts of those broken tenements /
tired of finding fiction in your hopeful rhetoric /
let it rip when the game is on the line /
cause most of the time niggas get slayed before the crime /
it’s the kinda premonition that we wish against /
we live and die for our borough, they just pitch a tent /
the mere fact we exist is still rebellious enough to start a riot /
at their door with pitchforks /
lighting houses on fire boi!


Chorus:

Mirror: We taking it to make sure that our pot gets richer /
Self: Get up (let’s get it all) /
Mirror: And if not, then we can dump these motherfucking shots off nigga!?/
Self: Do sit up (and dump em off) //
Mirror: (unh unh) See we ain’t gotta listen to them no more nigga! / Self: No more, we done with yall / nigga we done with yall


Verse III:

We cut the king’s head off with a guillotine /
put on display so his spirit could never flee the scene /
making the court come clean with every sin that they thrust upon our conscience /
that’s when we grabbed our guns and got to launchin’ /
staunch in the position we were given as these new age villains / filling our minds with the desire to kill it /
real recognize the realest /
and the system was lookin’ type unfamiliar /
til we tightened our bonds and started rippin /
the world will know us //
frontlining as these Royal Borough Soldiers /
until the battle for our flag is over //
shaking reporters and then reclaiming our borders /
that we’ll retain with the order only reserved for destroyers //
you call it chaos / we call it necessary evil /
if you try to take ours / we’ll come and tie up all your sheeple /
pourin’ St. Ides all on your suits /
doin’ dirt all by our lonely /
a rebel revolution with the homies / (get ‘em up)...
Track Name: Green Things
Pre Verse I:

THIS IS MY WEED SONG / THIS IS MY E SONG / THIS is MY yes I RAP CAUSE I NEED ME SOME CHEESE SONG / HOW COULD I BE WRONG? /

HONESTY’S THE BEST POLICY / AND WITH THE TRUTH THAT I SPEAK / YOU NIGGAS GONNA ACKNOWLEDGE ME /

Verse I:

I / done tried your 9-5 /
(nah) That shit was not for me /
(I’m) /
tired of trying hard/
watching y’all walk on easy street /
believe it G /
I too have dreams of fucking r&b queens /
with no such luck just a buck and a lonely bottle of Beam //
the tears of the ghetto I’m steady sippin’ on /
crush the E & pick up the green to give that spliff a home /
still in the zone where gunners pop you out your bones /
bitches’ll shock you with a clone /
it’s ghetto alimony money they want //
I can’t knock they hustle get it by any means //
whether it’s drugs or success you'll find yourself plenty fiends /
and plenty pennies done found themselves in the wishing well /
so if the door to heaven is locked sinner then give em hell..

Chorus:

Living for the city in a single night /
Searching for some solace in the sunrise
trip stacks in the backseat tongue tied /
rolling in the whip/
while I’m looking toward the sky saying..

I ain’t come to lose /
I ain’t here to lose/
I know me /
I am here to prove /
I could do it too /
save me from the streets /
save me from myself/
pray me unto wealth/
til we get it
then we got it /
then we cash in on ourselves mayne…

Pre Verse II: THIS IS MY TRAP SONG / MY COUNTING STACKS SONG / THIS IS MY YES I RAP CAUSE THESE NIGGAS IS WACK SONG / I’M TELLING FACTS Y’ALL /

HONESTY’S THE BEST POLICY / AND WITH THE TRUTH THAT I SPEAK / YOU NIGGAS GONNA ACKNOWLEDGE ME /


Verse II:

I / done heard your precious tales /
amused your favorite fables /
tabled your script reads /
and sent you right back to your agents /
the jungle city savior /
earning stripes and dodging labels /
am to the pm I carpe diem
while dishing flagrants /
no layups /
A. Mason /
Yung Oakley /
in the Car bumpin’ Michael /
I keep it so Stokely /
yell black power from trap towers to Rolls Rocees /
I’m only in it for black cards x gold trophies /
tell the mayor if his idea of the city don’t include us /
then we’ll be up at Gracie with a few trucks /
all of my niggas hoppin out with bad intentions /
a wall full of urban rebels and a ditch for politicians /
while we sing…


Chorus:

Living for the city in a single night /
Searching for some solace in the sunrise
trip stacks in the backseat tongue tied /
rolling in the whip/
while I’m looking toward the sky saying..

I ain’t come to lose /
I ain’t here to lose/
I know me /
I am here to prove /
I could do it too /
save me from the streets /
save me from myself/
pray me unto wealth/
til we get it
then we got it /
then we cash in on ourselves mayne…
Track Name: Angels & Devils
They tell me that my/
poetry's poison/
making way too much noise in/
circles that just don't understand/
pressure, progress and pain/
I gain/
knowledge and wisdom
from trusting my intuition/
while my brain's tryna stitch in
every inch of ambition/
trust/
the jungle's still intact/
just wears a different mask/
so the pieces of peace we see/
we keep until we crack/
..open a bottle of our finest/
figure we get a forty and some shorty’s right behind us/
this is our life now/
we live for right now/
celebrate through the struggle/
buckle under no pressure/
and lessen our chance to fumble/
This bundle of joy/
we call life/
embrace the night/
darkness shows you the progress you couldn’t find with a light/
we are…//
better equipped in silence/
kissing hands of your highness/
sovereigns with defiance/
young Urban Rebels/
learning not to be callous/
tryna lean on our talents/
universe preaches balance/
Angels & Devils...
Track Name: Gotham City Groove
Pre Verse: "THE EAST IS DEAD / LOOK! / LOOK AT HIM LAYIN’ THERE!/ LOOK AT THE SHOTS TO HIS CHEST! / HOW THEY LEFT THAT NIGGA BARE! / THEY TOOK HIS CLOTHES, SHOES, WALLET, x THAT NIGGA PRIDE!...."

Darth Dream: "But them niggas fucked up /THAT NIGGA STILL ALIVE!"

Verse I:

You see it’s Levels for these east coast rebels /
underworld dwellers /
luck thin as a bitch stilettos /
with bass in yo blood /
tell em save room for the treble /
if it’s trouble on my block /
yo block sees the devil /
that’s the logic /
on this Boulevard of only broken promises /
when freedom is outlawed,
those flaws lead to lawlessness /
I shift my targets to anyone who dismissed us /
who left my city for dead /
and ran off to they mistress //
too bad they missed us when they dissed us /
we lying in wait /
the peak position to get vicious /
and determine their fate //
new god flow /
breathing life into 5 boroughs /
destined for a comeback /
with resurrections and fire stones /
FROM mother Gaia’s womb I summon the city /
to check out her face in the mirror /
remember her pretty /
remember? /
how she used to be the one they would envy? /
and now she’s just another woman to many /
throne plenty empty /
but this King’s crown /
from the black heart of KingsTown /
fits my head quite nice /
so I drown it in black ice /
with an inscription on the inside that reads: /
"They Tried To Close Your Eyes Shut, Still The City Won’t Sleep" /
Nigga


Chorus:

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na /
I’m just a hero in a city with all kinds of shine //
and as the world still turns /
this town still burns for the truth / yearns for the groove like…

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na /
I’m just a villain in a city with all kinds of crime/
and as the world still turns /
this town still burns for the truth / yearns for the groove like…


Verse II:

Like the // 5 percenter with the crescent on his finger //
I’m god body and soul all wrapped into scripture /
fly private to shows, every rap niggas vision /
you fake spitters, we know / fall back with your fiction //
ehhh niggas is sickening /
turning in my stomach /
thinking we wouldn’t return while other cities got burn? /
liftin’ / up my black mask /
this empire’s been typecast /
with a script we done seen / best believe we gon’ strike back /
small time niggas /
big city envy /
East Coast Bias /
imprint heavy /
for every...new king of the city / claiming with no ties /
I get vicious / ripping x hittin niggas in both eyes //
tellin’ no lies / your hope rides with WE /
children of the boroughs // bullies on the beat /
seeking royalties for all the royalty we done spawned /
come from nothing to build up something /
my city lives on /
through the groove...


Chorus:

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na /
I’m just a hero in a city with all kinds of shine //
and as the world still turns /
this town still burns for the truth / yearns for the groove like…

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na /
I’m just a villain in a city with all kinds of crime/
and as the world still turns /
this town still burns for the truth / yearns for the groove like…
Track Name: Grid City
Where my Flatbush niggas at? /
Where my Bed-Stuy niggas at? /
Where my Brownsville niggas at? /
Where my Fort Greene niggas at? /
Where my Bushwick niggas at? /
Where my Crown Heights niggas at? /
Where my BROOKLYN niggas at…huh?

Verse:

Picture a pistol get defensive/
I trigger my lyrics to knock a nigga off his senses/
I see you get pensive when I’m around/
direct from the underground/
take a bow when this king lifts his crown /
a kings county bounty hunter/
spittin’ fire and dropping thunder/
never discount the hunger that sits on my city’s tundra/
discovering what it takes to master greatness/
dismissing the hate that’s often displaced from traitors x fakers/
I’m favored to be the favorite/
you flake when you get a taste of the fame/
guard your name cause they’re hungry for your replacement/
I run this race with my faith and a can of mace/
to spray your fuckin’ problems out my personal space/
(fuck out my face) /
tis the season to be what niggas believe in/
I’m sinkin’ my teeth directly in yo ears so I can feed em/
leaving behind a world of pain for the diamonds and pearls/
or girls with diamonds/
just as long as bitches are shining/
the last fresh batch of the 80s/
a Bush baby/
lookin to tag my name up in every city and state /
we recognize Brooklyn niggas/
regular record wreckers/
you send yo army my way/
and my urban rebels will flesh em OUT! /
fresh off the presses/
I’m destined to be forever/
like Wu-Tang coming with weapons/
you best protect yo neck (nigaa) /
Rest assured, my words flex with the urge to purge
any and every wack nigga tryna be heard/
I’m a fucking menace believe me/
trouble follows me freely/
hungry but seldom needy/
and never how you perceive me/
see, seeking freedom’s a feeling I like/
the way money power respect is the key to this life/
I might / resurrect the spirit of Brooklyn so she could feel this/
niggas remove the bias from your ears so you can hear this/
when we react to competition it’s gotta be fearless /
sharpen your skills before you start with this villain /
I am… /
Sheathing the sword of war/
that’ll rip and cut right through your laws /
lyrics ready to burn your core /
everything that you’ve heard is wrong/
set up shop right up on your lawn /
making your women smile and fawn /
file this under a violent swarm /
of rebels ready to bring the storm/
this urban rebel collective /
should never be tested /
impressive in sections /
even better connected /
every veteran of this era is set to respect it /
and if not /
the bandwagon is set up for seconds nigga/
…urk…
Track Name: Runners In The Park
What is the future?/
I see it/
I ain’t here to be a loser /
soy un ellipses /
tryna sharpen up my picture //
Stuck with making life decisions /
while these loans is coming quick-en /
son this shit is sickening/
nigga I’m just tryna KICKI IT! /
Twisted Sister steez like I’m not gonna take it /
my ego frontin on me yelling fake it til you make it /
my pride is level headed saying just stick with the basics /
and my conscious in between em tryna find a trail and blaze it / yaow / getting’ faded is the easy way to see a change /
just for a minute /
and then it’s back to greeting pain /
like I don’t live it /
like I can’t open up my window,
see a nigga getting dropped
and try to flush it out my vision /
fishing with bad bait /
the sushi here is last rate /
and niggas in this rat race
got bitches actin’ maaaad fake //
yup they wylin //
on every single island //
but I ain’t lift these heavy weights to ever throw the towel in /
the foul stench of this jungle keep brothas on edge /
that’s why we gotta use Morse code to get these thoughts read /
out in the open we exposing our roots /
just cause there’s new kids on the block /
don’t mean the old ones are use / less /
less of this fool shit please /
more of the true shit G /
but/ the truth is these /
liars are ruthless, me /
puttin’ on from the 'Wick to the Stuy /
you could pick up PTSD fucking with kings county frontlines /
hands up, one time /
for the death of the One Time /
them niggas be a little too proud to test how their gun shines //
though I ain’t ever in it for the drama /
I’m just tryna touch the Eiffel for my Army at the Plaza //
and since Paris is a long way from Prospect /
the prospects of seeing her tend to keep gettin’ shot dead /
though I could spot when opportunity knocks /
my road is rocky /
so I just punch out of corners when boxed /
lookin’ up at the sky //
chasing Verdery through the fog
I’m done with asking why /
just deliver her through these songs /
It’s like a painting /
watching the water kick up from their trainers /
see my London niggas know
I’m getting’ drowsy watching runners in the park...
Track Name: Holla At Me
Verse I:

My mind is where you want it /
forever flaunting my gifts watching me drift /
as I chase these premonitions through the morning /
rising with the sun /
off this east coast /
planting seeds to sit x watch my tree grow /
in BK we see ghosts /
a toast to the past that we should keep close /
always giving power to my people /
peep how we roll /
breaking the mold with these kings county lectures /
and droppin’ them jewels like a professor, for treasure /
pushing the pedal down these grid city side streets /
a rebel rising //
thinking bout that piece of the pie they can’t deny me /
flying as the concrete speaks /
and telling me that I’m the vessel that should press on beats /
rest assured, that ain’t a message that gets lost on sleep /
my eyes are open /
blowing smoke in the face of a sheep /
I’m so defiant //
a growing spire with the glow of fire /
burning every thought that they admire /
my mental’s wired…for the long run


Chorus: Holla At Me x3

Verse II:

My body's where you left it //
and I wouldn't trade a second for the life I had before you drew your weapons/
you left to let me die on the halfway mark to a high/
sitting next to a hooker with a priest between her thighs/
disguise life as a contradiction/
that habit gets addicting/
it's the feeling no saint or sinner can kick in/
kick it, can I?/
as I fly on the red eye/
from BKNY/
to the land of the Jedi/
it’s easy to learn your lesson/
after you burn through a blessing/
teaching babies to walk/
don't mean they follow direction/
I press my innocence firmly up on your chest/
and watch your eyes as they capture the light/
a life without stress/
I see your vision through the same prism/
with the world up on our shoulders/
we're carrying on tradition/
through sickness and health/
my matrimony is wealth/
though my actions are quiet/
the passion speaks for itself/
never let it go / Oh!


Chorus: Holla At Me x3


Verse III:

My soul is where you need it /
never defeated peep the quest /
putting pressure on flesh to get this freedom /
speaking in cosmic tongues /
keep my stars on the run /
that universal language that we all preach from /
love it or leave it /
I’m rolling up to heaven with a pocket full of demons /
just to show I’m done with keeping secrets /
ready to blow /
at 25 I’m not alive /
but I’m ready for more //
selling Truman my show /
my goal is to get it all in the moment /
I’m living with the catatonic vision of a stoner /
so I’ve seen it all /
I dream in hard segments /
and reality’s best bet is to let my find hope in a record /
scoping the seconds /
while grabbing life right by the neck and then choking her precious / seeping air for protection /
I bless this /
Up / down / left / right //
and I won’t ever stop until my flight hits the open skies /
HIGH…