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Crescent City Sunrise
03:17
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we just trying to live, don't get upset. literally living the dream, won't wake up yet. i'm where anything can happen; guess what's up next? Crescent City Sunrise, uprise; yup step....
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welcome to the crescent city
where women real pretty
food taste great
but the streets real shitty
legendary live music
bad public transportation
where they privatizing everything
from schools to sanitation….
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Franc Jeu
02:22
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i'm just happy to make a day
tomorrow ain't promised
like them old folks say
its silly to count your chickens
before the hens lay
or put a lot of stock
in shit haters or friends say
its still Tuesdays and Thursdays
Mondays and Wednesdays
24/7 all day every day
all say every way
just to make their pay
and they figure who am i
the fuck
to get in their way?
…its all fairplay
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The Organ Grinder
03:03
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Real Talk
03:17
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The Hold Up
02:59
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Another Day in Paradise
02:59
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pre determination begins the pattern then
baggin them as clothes start tattering
between my lips lay tools to build spaceships
shoot from the hip
boot to Saturn then
you’ll need to quit
my troop burn ladders then
still no need for passports
just good weed and calm thoughts
i’m in that tenth ward
tenth planet
eyes coal
soul hard as granite
dammit
Nueva Orleans
where they only take for granted
where they only take whats handed
where they only reap whats planted
don’t sleep keep slanted
lids, did kids one handed
temporal flux fucks
anytime any place
any space,
quasar razors to the face
cant stitch the fabric of fate
rap photons and gamma rays
grammars pays where the hammer lays
the ridicule be the fuel
golden rule of thumb
holding tools on some
word to New Jerusalem
drumbeat my driver seat
straight out that third heard?
the red shift begins
when these rims hit the curb
ya’ heard?
do as thou wilt
did would,
so he kilt it
sulfur, mercury,
salt spilled it
real shit
deal kid
metaphorical, physical
nigga who could skin a jigga-boo
cracker too, slacker who
dare to step up to this temple too
hale bop shotgun
got one, drop some
cock one, rockem,
knock’em, clock’em
stop son
gather particles as apostles
4 forces
greater than war forces
more choices more voices
fill inner space and outer
still inner space and outer
blurtin’ the uncertain
welcome to the constant state of flux
where you make quarters from nick and dimes
or you worth a million bucks
mind bend to transcend
cosmic odd shit
and god bits
behind the darkness of the eyes
lays a light to surprise
I aint leaving I’m going home
i’m in star mode
he broad daylight
helium, hydrogen
rhyming blend
positive negative
nucleus spin
master invisible forces of course its
the godsend wind
that blow slave ships off courses
rocky the annunaki
sly stone in a fly brougham
laser propelled steel shell
13 light years to the gallon
no license
just a fly Isis medallion
Buddha and Osiris beside us
from the crescent city
got a message with me
fuck a dime
smoke 50
get it how you live
and wont stop till they come get me
cant be held down
just fell down
my chain is the missing link
cant take it with you
but if you think…
the only way you can be interrupted
is if the file corrupted
you cant impair what aint there
you cant mold what you cant hold
i’m thin air been there
bong hit spaceship
burn one behind the sun
on the dark side of the moon i dun cocooned
have to out reach the Mississippi to get me
delta deep space nine i exhale time
the temporal is only temporary
been to see infinity
the only matter is grey matter
no time but the present
not mine but a present
when the mother ship return
they’ll be other shit to burn…
other shit to learn…
adams to atoms weight your turn
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