1. |
Berserk
02:52
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What can we possibly expect to discover when our southern big brothers
Try’na take every mother fucker for all of their worth
Worthless wars waged on each other
Raping the land, why? Just to eat burgers brother
The truth is all we really want to uncover
But we got governments trying to smother us
Hoverin’ round under us
Shit, this was 1866, I’d pick up my blunderbuss
Straight walk into a fuckin parliament building and run a fuss
People these days are too nice for all the wrong reasons
We all need to find some common ground to believe in
We’ve got big Pharma killing people makin’ billions
Monsanto slowly poisoning us by the millions
A few companies about to be worth some trillions
Politicians tell enough shit to fill pavilions
But not they crowds though
Let me get through this fucking crowd bro
I don’t mean to be yelling at y’all so much
But you know I’m on that loud so
In this life, if you give, a minute of your time, it’ll take an hour
In this life, if you give, a little problem light, it’ll take a mile
In this life, if you give, a minute of your time, it’ll take an hour
In this life, if you give, a little problem light, it’ll take a mile
Hey now don’t get complacent
I know where you mean, I just can’t place it
That ain’t my scene, I just can’t face it
It’s just that good, I ain’t lace it, Dog
If you wanna make plans we can walk
Oh my my this man he can talk
Remove your crew, except one dude, just like we the first band of the hawk
Never take it just for granted that the world shines
Just as brightly as your heart does on the inside
Cause in spite of all of the common daily insight
Nowadays talking only results in fist fights
Once everybody wasn’t always try’na win sides
Leaders have stopped us from seeing through to what’s right
Aye, I hope we can see what’s right
We got em Kingmobb
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2. |
Songs In My Soul
03:36
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I’ve got these songs in my soul and I don’t know which way they're gunna go, but I love it yeah I love it
I take the music from my soul and let the music take it’s hold, but I love it yeah I love it
Everyone has a song in their soul and in their heart, yeah everyone has a role to play a little part
But you don’t want a part of mine, you just want your own time, but you never did well sitting idle inside of your own mind
And all the bad nights that I said were final, no matter how many times I know
It'll take for me to get the message everything you said was fake you see and if you think we have a chance you’ll just be breaking me
And I know I shouldn’t air our dirty laundry, but you’re crazy if you think opinions will stop me
Like those who said I’ll never amount to anything in rap and am cursed to only ever be flopping
And I know that you don’t like violence, but I’ve killed twenty two pilots
With all their blood on my hands, I’ll take my stance and continue to make my demands cause
I’ve got these songs in my soul and I don’t know which way they're gunna go, but I love it yeah I love it
I take the music from my soul and let the music take it’s hold, but I love it yeah I love it
Don’t keep your music only inside cause, everyone has a song that’s saved their lives
We all have tunes to play, I know its cliche to say, but when I play mine I feel so alive
You gotta remind if I forget the things that we say, and in time you know I’ll try to repay
Cause now that I’ve got a good girl, I just wanna rock every stage in the world, okay
First time I spit into a mic I had legends in the room, one thing that came out was the hook of this tune.
You see I grew up on Salvia, Street. I threw up on Salvia, feet. I murder tunes via, beats. I murder loons via geese.
Yo who’s spittin’ the best new writtens? Don’t know it’s me, y’all dudes trippin’
My little girl wears blue mittens, when she smiles I’m too smitten.
Every time I release a flow I see the rap game is a lewd business, and
I’ve got these songs in my soul and I don’t know which way they're gunna go, but I love it yeah I love it
I take the music from my soul and let the music take it’s hold, but I love it yeah I love it
I’ve got these songs in my soul and I don’t know which way they're gunna go, but I love it yeah I love it
I take the music from my soul and let the music take it’s hold, but I love it yeah I love it
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I - I hate all the things that we do
You - You gon’ be the reason we through
Us - Funny, I don’t know what to call it
Bet it all you wont see me in the mornin’
I - I hate all the things that we do
You - You gon’ be the reason we through
Us - Funny, I don’t know what to call it
Bet it all you wont see me in the mornin’
Yeah I know about ya’
Yeah I know about ya’
And all these games that you playin’
I don’t know how to go ‘bout ya’
Stitch
Uh, I gave you them seven digits
Told you to keep em close
I guess that you never listened
Damn, shorty was always part of my vision
Told you to give me you all of you, now I’m happy you didn’t
And I ain’t doin’ this shit for a minute longer
Wanted a life with you, forget the offer
And now you playing all these games, shit is gettin’ awkward
Like, life is an open book until you kill the author
I’m done telling tales of all the times that you were happy
You could have told me how you feelin’ all the days you had me
But now I’m gone with the wind now
This shit ain’t pretend now
Barely getting started
But I guess this is the end now
I - I hate all the things that we do
You - You gon’ be the reason we through
Us - Funny, I don’t know what to call it
Bet it all you wont see me in the mornin’
I - I hate all the things that we do
You - You gon’ be the reason we through
Us - Funny, I don’t know what to call it
Bet it all you wont see me in the mornin’
Yeah I know about ya’
Yeah I know about ya’
And all these games that you playin’
I don’t know how to go ‘bout ya’
Eli
Always screamin’ in my face, I never knew what ya meant
You left burn marks, so deep in my heart, just like a glowing element
Tryna’ keep up with all your drama, I’m gettin’ hella spent
Now I want the truth cause the rest is just irrelevant
And I get conflicted with pain whenever you’re near me
So relieved I can finally see this clearly
With all the bad signs that are appearing, no more endearing
Sick and tired of living my life like I’m fearing
I’ll be a hopeless romantic, feeling hopeless and frantic
I’ll never meet my better half, though I constantly plan it
Can’t get a head when I gotta put up with all of your damn shit
I eat my words like a man to avoid your next antic
Girl you must be crazy
If you think your words can phase me
Yeah and I swear baby
Must have lost it if you think you can play me
I - I hate all the things that we do
You - You gon’ be the reason we through
Us - Funny, I don’t know what to call it
Bet it all you wont see me in the mornin’
I - I hate all the things that we do
You - You gon’ be the reason we through
Us - Funny, I don’t know what to call it
Bet it all you wont see me in the mornin’
Yeah I know about ya
Yeah I know about ya
And all these games that you playin’
I don’t know how to go about ya
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Around this time of year got me wishing things never different
But people this time of year got me fucked up so I'm drinking
Trust will get you killed, slinking snakes I'm never linking
Imma keep on going forever till I stop blinking (Blink your eyes)
Around this time of year got me wishing things never different
But people this time of year got me fucked up so I'm drinking (Real fucked up)
Trust will get you killed, slinking snakes I'm never linking
Imma keep on going forever till I stop blinking
Rhymes like a punch to the gut leave em heaving hunched over the sink n
I wont quit till I stop blinking
Ain't seen the sun in forty winks n (Ay)
The more I stop to think the more I get caught up in thinking (Brrrrra)
Its hard not to sink when all your feelings feeling sinking
But I raise myself back up like stacks of paper crinkling
So you better not be surprised when you see my circle shrinking
Keep a tight knit crew like a gold chain interlinking
I put on for my set tryin to keep the glasses clinking
Don’t write ghosted so when I post it my guy why oh why wouldn’t I boast it
I char the beat like an aussie brush fire at best you light roast it
Step to me and get your hype stolen
Catch so much smoke think that I’m smokin
And you know when I’m token an L to myself, the only way that I’m chokin
Got a grip on the system, I hope that you listen, I feel I’m approaching the brink
All of these rappers appearing to be incoherent I think that they low on their zinc
Claiming that you is the plug when you just a slug we know that you ain’t got the link
I’m feelin I’m killin the beat with the realness like Rxnin Ghost what do you think? (Tell em)
Rxnin Ghxst
Around this time of year got me wishing that shit was different (Uh-huh)
People this time of year got me fucked up so I'm drinking (What?)
Trust will get you killed, those niggas I’m never linking (Tell em again)
Imma keep on going forever till I stop blinking (Ay)
Around this time of year got me wishing that shit was different (When is it)
People this time of year got me fucked up so I'm drinking (They really do)
Trust will get you killed, those niggas I’m never linking (Naw)
Imma keep on going forever till I stop blinking (Blink your eyes)
Really couldn't care less a jacket a shorty bought me
Saying that I'm selfish I am but to make my money
I been tryna get it we pushing right out the bottom
I don’t have no niggas they'll grab me drag me to bottoms
I been drinking so much everyday a different a bottle
My life ain’t go slow I promise that bitch on full throttle (Real fast)
Not tryna get lucky rich you type to win the lotto
I been listening to Drake Y O L O the motto
All my people gone be rich they looking like some models
Give a fuck about a snake nigga fuck all the fraudos
Your shorty get happy meals from my team not McDonalds (McDonalds)
Niggas do not wanna see me go so hard like Rondo
Around this time of year got me wishing that shit was different (Ay)
People this time of year got me fucked up so I'm drinking (They really do)
Trust will get you killed, those niggas I’m never linking (Naw)
Imma keep on going forever till I stop blinking (Blink your eyes)
Around this time of year got me wishing that shit was different (Ay)
People this time of year got me fucked up so I'm drinking (They really do)
Trust will get you killed, those niggas I’m never linking (Naw)
Imma keep on going forever till I stop blinking (Ay)
My name ringing bells and they just don’t know how to take it (Sad)
I’m going through change I promise I cannot fake it (Yeah)
Work back to the bone I swear just watch me break it (Watch)
Just know when I get it I’ll never let none yall take it (Never)
Things up on me ya you know they never really sleep (Naw)
Up all hours of the night they never let me be (Let me go to sleep)
You been tryna get it you lookin at my plate eat (Just eat)
Imma keep on going cause there ain't no rest in me (Nope)
Black lives really matter know there no arresting me (Me)
They think we don’t matter to all we lost rest in peace
For all of you we gone keep on goin in the streets (Go hard)
Promise that it be up on my mind until we meet (My memory)
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It’s a shame the game has died in such a fit
Real G’s replaced by some kids who mumble shit
Wanna smash em in their face and snap their wrists
So they’ll never be seen holdin’ mics again
Fake emcees got some questions to answer,
How you gunna’ let your rhymes plague the game like cancer?
Whole crew out actin all tough in a stance, were
You stepping to us? Then you’d better be damn sure.
And mumble rappers they finna be meddlin’
But turn tail when they see I spit better than veterans
Spending their money on fame they actin special when
We’re tired of these “littles” thinking they relevant
In the North we ain’t the type to phone it in
When you see that red and white, you know who gon’ win
Try to fight, for your life, we’ll steal it with a grin
Might be the prophet, right, but I’m the real son of sin
Keys, wallet, glasses, cell phone
Got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone
I got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone
I got my skinny jeans on, with a band-t donned, right hand horns drawn and I’m lookin kinda slack jawed
Keys, wallet, glasses, cell phone
Got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone
I got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone
I got my skinny jeans on, with a band-t donned, right hand horns drawn and I’m lookin kinda slack jawed
And I’m lookin kinda slack jawed
Bump into a few dudes out there on the sidewalk
Outside of Jack’s and it’s last call
Bout ta throw fists so I put my back up to that wall
Slide quick and I go to his left
Five hits from the palm exploding his chest
Hit so hard it goes on through his vest
Like it’s monty python’s bring out your dead
Got a bad bitch, she like sturgeon.
Oh my bad trick, she looked certain.
Fuck in public, but we ain’t pervin’
Copped a new bid, she like servin’
Got a new whip, we like swervin’
Want a new clique, I’ll drop a word in
Help your mans, kid, he looks hurtin’.
Oh you mad bitch? Meet your surgeon.
Keys, wallet, glasses, cell phone
Got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone
I got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone
I got my skinny jeans on, with a band-t donned, right hand horns drawn and I’m lookin kinda slack jawed
Keys, wallet, glasses, cell phone
Got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone
I got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone
I got my skinny jeans on, with a band-t donned, right hand horns drawn and I’m lookin kinda slack jawed
LVE? You must be frontin’
Less than half you punks, do dirt in London
Steal the draw strings, and make a loop for em
Yank it tight, string up a whole group of em
On some crazy shit like it’s bebop boy
Marth is calling out for you like please stop Roy
Give away generic rhymes like a free pop toy
And I’m chilling at Dragon Boat while I eat bok choy
Y’all in the back scrounging for chicken lips
Y’all is just some chicken shits
Y’all ain’t never kick it, shit
I’m eatin’ beats like chicken dip
Only a handful of you rappers have ever really been legit
And I’ve been trainin’ up at platinum and adrenaline where I been kickin it
Keys, wallet, glasses, cell phone
Got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone
I got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone
I got my skinny jeans on, with a band-t donned, right hand horns drawn and I’m lookin kinda slack jawed
Keys, wallet, glasses, cell phone
Got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone
I got my keys, my wallet, my glasses, my cell phone
I got my skinny jeans on, with a band-t donned, right hand horns drawn and I’m lookin kinda slack jawed
You stop and stare and look at me like I’ll cause some harm. Why?
Cause I have piercings, stretched ears and tats on my arm? Guy.
Some days there’s dreams of glory where my rhymes could ever go
But what do I know, I’m just a metalhead who writes rap flows
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6. |
Conversations I
01:58
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Eli why you laughin?
Cause they think they’ve see the worst of me
Since I burst from the earth I ain’t ever one to be cursory
Might not understand it’s worth to me
But I can’t stop this battle till politicians and religions be cursin me
Came into the game swinging yet I found no enemies
Adrift upon and endless sea of entities
Y’all softer than anemones
Eventually imma learn to open up this vent and free
Till then it’s time you stopped writing lyrics and lines that don’t rhyme
Feels like the love of the game is going back in time that trigger is chromo
Run up on your crew they screaming oh no
When I’m in the game I kick it right I’m Shogun ya’ll are Gono
Save the bullshit you rodeo custodian
Words spin classic wonder yeah the flow is so smithsonian
Ten toes down my fear and phobia to phone it in
Run the tape back so many time that you’ll never pick up the phone again
What that means
You weak ass bitches got
7 days left after you cross me
Writing cheques your ass can’t cash you’ll find that the dues are costly
If we get heated and my eyes get kinda glossy it’s cause I play through so many head wounds you’d think I’m Sydney Crosby
Don’t get it twisted when I’m flowin on a nice tip
Throw you in the clinch feel like I got you in a vice grip
Try and settle with words but known to be prone to violence
Sling elbows and knees to your dome like Eddie Wineland
Young cats still tryna write raps, I make art and music
They just put me in this box so don’t get it all confused
I’ve already going too far and now I could never lose it
Bringing the prophecy of philosophy they calling me Confucius
Spit critic, sometime my lines construed elusive
But now I found my calling and I’m free to pursue it
I don’t mean to be making so many moves I get intrusive
But I’m probably one of the best in my set to ever do it
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I gotta Marvel a these heroes who seemed to have lost their Vision
Buncha back ass rappers makin brash and fucked decisions
Lyrically most of them don’t belong in my division
It’s about high time end of your nine lives these cats ain’t spit exquisite
Is your battery low? Is it getting dark?
Got these kids saying I don’t feel so good Mr. Stark
Got a grip on the game from the Thames to Bristol park
Breathing life into it like I gave it a fuckin crystal spark
Got that full power gauntlet ain’t no stopping it
Eli at the river Styx when other emcees hear the flow you know it haunting’ em
Flaunt a rhyme and I’m domain em
Bodies floating all round me, Andromeda
I’m spittin Venom and Carnage this ain’t revenge it’s no bargain
This is punishment, way I punish shit, no way to guard it
I put a Stich in Riyality, you bitches just fallacies
Power stones to the dome to quick and sick with analogies
Yeah too quick and slick with it
Yeah too quick and slick with it
Yeah too quick and slick with it
Slick with the wit that’s why I always just be slippin in it
Yeah too quick and slick with it
Yeah too quick and slick with it
Yeah too quick and slick with it
Slick with the wit that’s why I always just be slippin in it
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8. |
De-Classified
02:33
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Picked the longest beat you had cause I want to be spittin forever
I spit on the ledger, spittin like I fuckin bit into pepper
But I never spit shit sick unless the sick shit that I’m spittin is clever, ya dig?
You want a penny for my thoughts fuck it here’s a quarter
You either enemy or supporter.
Either you fucking with me or I ain’t got time for ya
Not tryna fill your head full of lore. Ya see
I just want to be spittin the truth
Take that what I’ve learned and I give it to youth
Then I take that what I’ve earned then I get in the booth
Then I make that track burn then I give it to you
But I struggle being an artist,
I struggle being a father,
I struggle everyday and the struggle’s seeming harder
One step up two steps back and forth nearer, then farther
Can’t even recall the fuckin face of my father
But I’ll be damned if I let that happen to my girls
Got two beautiful kids and they’re my world
Don’t understand how some people can be so hateful
Got my little ones in this life so you know that I’m “Greatful”
And you ain’t gotta prop me, just stay outta my way when the cage is unlocked, C
I ain’t got that rock, but you can catch me at the Roxy
Every time I talk on this mic, it’s like lyrical boxing, Pacquiao
I snatched the crown, everybody wanna to snap me now
They run up on me while I’m on the mic, and I slap em down
They think they tight, I’m fuckin laughing now.
“What’s this kid so brash about?”
I’m an All-star, keep talking imma smash your mouth
I’m passed the doubt, I ain’t ever gassin out
Got a new whip but I ain’t ever crashing now
Hit the jackpot but I ain’t casino’ out
Some days I rap sad some days I rap happy
Some days I rap like the hand of a god slapped me
Sometimes it feels like the times are comin at me,
But what else can I do? The times are gettin nasty
Sometimes I think about the people in my past that lied
Sometimes I think about the people in my past that died
Sometimes I stay awake at night, hatin life, pain by, but you know that I keep that shit Classified
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Flows kinda fucked up leave you silly like psilocybin
Smashing every villain rising vilifying simple rhyming no simple timing
Got your shorties dimples wylin
Ain’t fuckin with you pimple guys and
Don’t come back with the intel cryin
Fresh kills in the basement yes I’ll take every placement
Feeling caged in like encagement wrote 8 pages I erased it
I engrained it made my brain sick got mad brain back from my main chick
I’ve been running all these bases on a fuckin daily basis
But now the Nasdaq dropping just cause people in Hazmats
Pass that, ensure a good time call me Afflac
I just wanna stack mad racks and help you shoulder a little bit of your shit like a backpack
In the Lo we don’t backtrack
It’s quarantine, SO I’m chillin and Roku
Stepping to me. ugh, that’s Krillin to Goku
Only time I speak your name when I feel there’s a joke due
I ain’t from this planet catch these hands and some smoke too
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10. |
Cheap Talk feat. Unlearn
03:28
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Can see your mouth running when you coming with that cheap talk
Keep it rocksteady ain’t talking bout Bebop
Always tryna hide your face like it was a beatbox
When you say lace up all you talking is Reeboks
So, don’t be coming with that cheap talk
No, don’t be coming with that cheap talk
Yo, don’t be coming with that cheap talk
Can see your mouth running when you coming with that cheap talk
Can see your mouth running when you coming always frontin never stuntin got nothin just bluffing
So I’m puffin no guffin green I’m busting roll the blunts and light it up like the L that we never dustin
Fuck with me I might go psycho I’m a killer like Freddy, Jason, Michael
I won’t pull up and hit you with a rifle, but if this fist hits your shit then it’s night bro
Run the west like I’m Fivel keep it hot like I’m Spyro
Spittin so sick gettin viral
Leave your mind spinning in a spiral
From the prophet no bible
A hundred clones of you just sounding lame
A hundred clones of me they all sound the same
I can hear the crowd calling that’s the sounds of fame
I’m like a magician I make a sound a flame
Can see your mouth running when you coming with that cheap talk
Keep it rocksteady ain’t talking bout Bebop
Always tryna hide your face like it was a beatbox
When you say lace up all you talking is Reeboks
So, don’t be coming with that cheap talk
No, don’t be coming with that cheap talk
Yo, don’t be coming with that cheap talk
Can see your mouth running when you coming with that cheap talk
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11. |
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Claiming you got some bars I’m sick of this shit
We need to rebuild like licit split
How can we expect the truth to persist
When all that’s been passed is a flick of the wrist
Don’t flick up my lighter man give me my Bic
No ones gonna get hurt if you give me my script
Fans peeping my merch they get giddy and flip
Then I ship out the product and give them the slip
From the Prophet’s description the Architect building the foundation for killing this track
The long lost prescription our bars over rhythm and round table of gents spittin facts
Intense then relaxed, a breath it’ll pass, a breast with the past, the best with the pad
Invest in the messages mess with the vestiges next step be blessed where you’re at
Ain’t no stopping or containing us
All these wack motherfuckers look the same to us
Ain’t hear to scrape the win man we play to crush
Move at breakneck speed can’t contain the rush
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12. |
Get Swept feat. KP
02:44
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We don’t play we ridin all day
Come hang round downtown vibe on our wave
But try to get by with lies and you’ll pay
Cause you’ll get swept if you step in your way
Eli bars I’ll blow your mind just like a card trick
Ain’t heartless but I been known to set a hard pick
Can’t fuck with me as a musician or an artist
Only time that you been ill up in your whip just gettin car sick
Content never viral you bugging like you got west nile
I come at a hater outta nowhere like I’m reptile
Fuck around and find your fate outline in a textile
Let me roll it up and be alone for the next while
What a world valuing those with aesthetic attractiveness
Life is mostly chaos with brief moments of happiness
Backed up by a kid with platinum hits
Treat the beef like it’s weed a couple hits then pass that shit
When I roll up I smoked mad doja
I’m Gamebred catch a three piece with the soda
A deep need to blow up, I’m switching the flow up
Your girl folding on me calling me stud, no hold em
We don’t play we ridin all day
Come hang round downtown vibe on our wave
But try to get by with lies and you’ll pay
Cause you’ll get swept if you step in your way
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13. |
Elevate
02:59
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Finally coming into my own as an artist in multiple genres
How can you youngin’s possibly stop this or top this
I’m top of the rungs of these young guns while I got your girl sitting pretty in this city with her titties out topless
I do hella work in this city, I’m like a hot press
Buy-in’ like a jerk for your girl, tell her to shop less
While we out for drinks she in a drop dress
And when she stares back at someone, you know she turnin em into a hot mess
Cause I’m a guitarist, bassist and rap artist
The musics really where my heart is
So I’ll be the one to start this
Revolution to impart bliss
On the younger generation so they don’t end up jaded and straight up fuckin heartless
Sometimes I spit rhymes of pure passion /
Sometimes I spit rhymes so sharp my words leave gashes /
Like from friction static burnin into the atmosphere cause I’m spittin’ spherical lyrical ballistic madness /
Actin like myself like I’m Alexander Skaarsgard
Bitch you just an ant so you can go and eat an aardvark
Flipping shit around in my depression themed theme park
Got some evil in my flow, in other words my fucking themes dark
Cause when I blaze I always be smoking on that true piff
And when it comes right down to it
I can smoke more weed than you fucks know what to do with
Can’t always stay humble, my stature sky scraper tall
You bitches I just crumple like a fuckin dry paper ball
What’s truly amazing to me is the fact that half you can’t even distinguish
These lyrical lines from other professional rappers linguistics
Thinking of a more poetic lyricist, you've never seen one
My words are like a fucking venomous machine gun
Spitting multiple flows, in multiple ways, in multiple prose, that for multiple days
gives you multiple moments, of exactly what I’m tryna show ya,
Got fools going crazy on my flow believing in fiction
Cut em down with my rhymes they gettin uneven stitchin
And if you don’t think I’m the greatest then make a prediction
Who’s gunna test their vernacular and spit with some fuckin diction
Yeah I’m a Knight and I’m a prophet, but
Sometimes I act like I just fuckin lost it
Not really one to cause shit
But if I hear that you’ve been near running your mouth
You’ll find the fuckin cost quick
And it ain’t free. And it ain’t cheap.
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14. |
Got A Problem?
03:28
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Look I ain’t care at all
White kicks in the rain
White kicks on the court pick up chips of the paint
Ain’t a white kid, just a prophet aight? But they want me to live like a saint
All these other rappers just getting complacent
Lining up to me they stand adjacent
Face it, they can barely pace it
E and Left Lane see they need replacin’
Feels like my time is racin’
Can’t stop staring at my bills in the basement
Doctor said that we’ll all be fine if we just start shoving these pills in our faces
Now you stepping to Eli
You know he ride till he die
Y’all aloof I’ve been spittin truth since you cats was only knee high
Cause it’s a sure sign that the state of the world whack when
Old white dudes scared of intelligent native and black men
But how can we think like that when
Society lies to you and me, doesn’t it seem like things were easier back then
Now I gotta stop my mind from creasing
Just to keep my life from ceasing
Best believe me it’s deceiving
People only care bout you if you’re breathing
So step back take a deep one
In this crazy life that we run
Take some time from grinding to unwind and wind up having brief fun
I fuck wit the nine elements
When you write a line, irrelevant
I’ve been climbing all my life it’s bout to be my time, Everest
Spit my best don’t stunt at shows
Don’t call me bro
Yo if all you care about is stunting then your ass gon end up with some stunted growth
We ain’t just talkin
Words burn like caustic
Left Lane and Eli the Prophet
We ain’t just talkin
Words burn like caustic
Left Lane and Eli the Prophet
We ain’t just talkin
Words burn like caustic
Left Lane and Eli the Prophet
You got a problem, we can just solve it
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I’m tired of hiding this
Rivalry fighting these demons inside of me
I've been trying to write with it, but I keep on rhyming so violently
I'd occupy every line in my diary
And I would keep struggling silently
Send me some love, cause there’s never enough Of those elephant tusks to find me the ivory
I'm writing my prophecy, don't mean to be starting a war tho
Take a heroic dose, then my pen carves it up like I'm Zoro
I write my own my way, never write what is borrowed
I write for the day and I write full of sorrow
Then rap like I'm dying tomorrow
For arms like Goro Keep my sound floor low
Always feel lost like where did my cord go
Stoppin me lord no Tope rope El Toro
They gettin it backwards it's warm snow
When the haters be tryin to clown on my grind I been puttin in work, I been puttin in time
Been doing this most of my life Asking myself many questions at night, like
Why do I feel hate so deeply
Why can't I deal with my feelings discretely
Why does it feel like the worlds on repeat repeating
All that we've learned but still has no meaning
Forever regretting steppin to Doyle or E
Like Freddie said I've gotta break free
I got places to go and people to see
And I'm tired of hiding these demons
I’m tired of hiding this
Rivalry fighting these demons inside of me
I've been trying to write with it, but I keep on rhyming so violently
I'd occupy every line in my diary
And I would keep struggling silently
Send me some love, cause there’s never enough Of those elephant tusks to find me the ivory
Konan Doyle
I rap to calm my nerves
And it can be lots of words
To express that I’m on the verge of thoughts and urges surrounding awful murder,
Not in person, only when I’m on the verses, pot so hot, I gotta take it off the burner,
Maybe I forgot to stir, the scalding irks me, won’t somebody please call the nurse
Cause I’m on a rant again
Got to get high so I cook banana bread
Crossin the line like I should be panicking
Walk in the sky like I’m good with Annakin
Often I write just to put whats happening
Onto a mic when I’m shook or passionate
Not gonna lie, even all of these rhymes that I got my mind couldn’t push the damages
Outside my brain stem, no serotonin,
Still going through all of this mayhem
I used to have all these fake friends
The type who were nice to my face then
All of a sudden would change when
I left the room, and escaped them
No fame yet cause y’all on the same trends
See, you need your waves checked
You cannot convince me that I’m not a fuckin rapping god
Imma need some ivory, I’m hunting down a mastodon
If I don’t get the paper then I’m going for the Amazon
Taking all the trees, till the mawfuckin planet gone
But it doesn’t bother me cause I’m a fuckin astronaut I’m blastin off
Faster than a kid who be jackin off To a catalogue full of padded bras
I’m just lookin for a prophet, Eli, wanna tag along?
I’m tired of hiding this
Rivalry fighting these demons inside of me
I've been trying to write with it, but I keep on rhyming so violently
I'd occupy every line in my diary
And I would keep struggling silently
Send me some love, cause there’s never enough Of those elephant tusks to find me the ivory
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16. |
Zone
02:56
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*Woof
Runnin the Dro
Woof
Dro
Woof
Dro, Dro, Dro, Dro
Woof
Sell, sell, sell*
My flow on repeat cuts scars in your brain
I go long deep and hard in the paint
Fuck with me, I’m like Casey
Leave you buried in a garden for days
Playin games with me end up cubed like Rubik’s
Sayin’ E? You got that new shit?
I got fire. You say prove it?
I’m a liar? Ew says you kid.
Hold up here’s a confession to take I got a fetish for the lettuce when the bets are at stake
And honestly if you’re thinking about bein’ dishonest b, even just a little micronomically
Tell ya fuck off quick ain’t got time for that monotony
Yes honestly I’m just anonymously breaking promises see
If my promise to you wasn’t promised in honesty
I make an incision in indecision my vision is reminiscent
Of everyone livin’ in sin among the women and children
And the only time I’m trying to grasp
Someone’s attention harder than when I’m grabbing ass
Is with your, minds open, your sights focused
I wrote this rap while I sat in lotus
Meditating with a buddhist like focus
Never get heat at shows when I’m noticed
Even when I’m dressed atrociously
Focus free, hocus pocus, smoke this green
Trying to save you from the plagues of locust dreams
That plague your minds. Society’s confines. Mental chains and binds. Cuts oxygen to the brain, like it’s strapped with a zip-tie
*High in the clouds I stay in the zone
Keep it homegrown, money I roll
If you ain’t on that loud I’m on my way home
High in the clouds I stay in the zone
High in the clouds I stay in the zone*
I stay in my zone, I just sell loud, leave them bricks at home, and don’t bring a crowd
I just hit up your phone, and you ain’t around I just wanna be high and you bringing me down
I’m not really sure what you’ve heard of me, it’s observably, absurd you see
For you to verbally, use words that describe verbs of me, personally
When there’s not a single thing you’ve really learnt of me
Like sticks and stones, bricks to bone, y’all motherfuckers can’t hurt me
Curse me as I steal your girls purse B quick as lightning like I’m Percy
I ain’t tryin’ to make a motion, I’m not really one for boastin’, but every single bitch, regret it if she ghost me
Not all about commotion, step with the wrong notion, im’ma leave your soul sinking in the ocean, like rose did
Got a little flow flip
It’s 2 bill for an O zip
This crew still saying oh shit
Cause they just saw who the GOAT is
I don’t mean to gloat kids
Talk a lot of shit, but don’t appear at shows
Legends start to sweat when they hear my flows
I’m dodging bids, I’m just telling it like it is
I don’t mean to gloat kids
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I’m on my way to the top when I came from nothin
You’ve been writing in rareform I guess that’s frontin
Ain’t testin Eli’s intelligence with your weak punches
We set flames to the bars like it’s Bowser’s dungeon
Not a day goes by we ain’t spit fuego guy
Slip up and get hit wit a red dot like Kano’s eye
Double vision but no one in the game so fly
Do or do not young padawan there ain’t no try
No sequels or prequels no this is the main storyline
Gather round young and old and those that came for story time
Emcees try to step to me but they stuck at the borderline
I’m a life I’ll be making music when I’m 49
And I’ve deleted more off of my galaxy note notepad app
Than you’ve ever written suckin at spittin you never wrote dope tracks
Think about quittin, should be a given no E don’t hold slack
Reppin the Lo so Juno we bringing that gold back
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18. |
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You know that guy
Shows up to shows once a year
Fuck the bands, only comes to drink some beer
Doesn’t give a damn about the music
Doesn’t give a damn if we give it all and lose it
Doesn’t give a damn, just wanna be the man, but no one’s ever gunna give ya two shits
Generations of fans who hit shows to start drama
Never know why this commands more attention and demand I wanna
Break this chain yes lets stand up for music
Cause it’s a struggle to stay true to your muses
It’s a weekly occurrence currently going
The level of talent the Lo is frequently showing
It’s growing so rapidly, I don’t show apathy
To the plight of an artist
To provide and stay on the path they see
Yeah it makes me cathartic, that most people don’t know what true art is, ya’ll heartless
Drop bars that hit flawless, don’t hate, just relate and respect the process
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19. |
Ain't Playin'
04:02
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What you sayin
We just standing here all day
Man came to spit, keep it legit
I got game, but I ain't playin
So what you sayin
We just standing here all day
I came to spit, I never quit
I got game, but I ain't playin
What you sayin
We just standing here all day man
Came to spit, keep it legit
I got game, but I ain't playin
So what you sayin
We just standing here all day
I came to spit, I never quit
I got game, but I ain't playin
Youth is leavin me I'm seein 40
I only fuck with a mean shorty
Of course I'm the real Rick, what do you mean Morty?
I'm lean portly I lean port on a sea oar, E sees worts but I'm clean, Wortley
What you think I mean lordy?
Am I even making sense? I kinda sense regrets, when I regress, gotta de stress,
Don't wanna get depressed
So I hit a deep press, brief flex,
Bout to egress check that reflex
Bitches aint know that I'm too raw?
That's hooplah
Leave your crew sideways like a fucked up boob job
Coming unhinged like a loose bra
Cut loose mah
Spit so hard I've been left with a bruised jaw
You juiced up but aint juice god
Your set killed the vibe now the moods gone
No traction maybe
Sleep on your style make me snooze dog
Don't fascinate me
I aint gunna hate lets let bygones be bygones now bye gone think I'm wrong
Swerve past you like a pylon
What you sayin
We just standing here all day
Man came to spit, keep it legit
I got game, but I ain't playin
So what you sayin
We just standing here all day
I came to spit, I never quit
I got game, but I ain't playin
What you sayin
We just standing here all day man
Came to spit, keep it legit
I got game, but I ain't playin
So what you sayin
We just standing here all day
I came to spit, I never quit
I got game, but I ain't playin
No speak, no poyo
Style street, no polo
I'm a renegade, I shoot first, Han Solo
From the bottle no solo
On the comeback like a yoyo
When I'm in the news, I'm gettin views like a go pro
So you might not understand why
I stay underground like a landslide
Got a new flow but keep it old school like a landline
My rhymes they demand time
Stay steady vibin
Just wanna lay my face on some tan thighs
I ain't lyin
Can't compare to this mans grind
You ain't tryin
My musics the real grand prize
Call me Heisman
Trophy up on the mantle if you gon sleep I dismantle, no peeps when I channel
Can't compete soft as flannel, I'm elite can't be handled
Rippin it raw
Spit without flaw
Rhymes so thick cant be sipped through a straw
Spit so much grit it can't fit in your maw
Even kings need help like a prick in the paw
When you jack shit just a prick in your paw
Stickin it up like a kid with no laws
What you sayin
We just standing here all day
Man came to spit, keep it legit
I got game, but I ain't playin
So what you sayin
We just standing here all day
I came to spit, I never quit
I got game, but I ain't playin
What you sayin
We just standing here all day man
Came to spit, keep it legit
I got game, but I ain't playin
So what you sayin
We just standing here all day
I came to spit, I never quit
I got game, but I ain't playin
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20. |
Fools And Gamblers
03:31
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I’m not saying I have the answers
I just know what’s right from wrong
Fortune favours fools and gamblers
Well I’m not just going to play along
Cuttin emcees when they step to me
I’m blessed with the weaponry
I attack aggressively
Get correct
Must confess that I’m blessed
But I ain’t talking bout no cross round my neck
I digress, life’s a mess
But I’m just tryna catch a cutie with a booty in a dress
Kinda hard when you’re depressed
Always stressed
Gettin pressed
Never rest
Not unless all these problems I address
So take a step to the left out the way
Plan today, get on sway
Gettin paid, pave the way,
Never swayed, never stray
Seen lesser weight and better days
But levels won is levers raised
Live your life like it’ll be okay
Even though if it’s not
Loosing friends stabbed and shot
Loosing fam bodies rot
Little man don’t lose the plan keep the plot
I’m not saying I have all the answers
I just know what’s right from wrong
Fortune favours fools and gamblers
Well I’m not just going to play along
So let’s go get it
No let up
Tired of listening to these rappers with low credit
Might as well be bow legged
The way they jump in the scene with no vettin
Bear witness to my fitness and this mystical slickness
You can’t be trumpin nothin and be all up in my business
On the hit list but
I don’t need to use all these lil gimmicks
I rely on my sickness with the words I flip like a gymnast
Yeah I been up late ripping through packets of snacks
Tryin to actuate my next fuckin plan of attack
These wack ass rappers want clout. handsets and daps
But, I got a handle on dismantling a scandalous act
So let the fission begin my mission to win omissions of these visions of sin
Cause I just want to cross the province with my music again
And next time I’ll cross the nation, best start listening in
I’m not saying I have all the answers
I just know what’s right from wrong
Fortune favours fools and gamblers
Well I’m not just going to play along
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Eli The Prophet London, Ontario
Born and raised in London, Ontario life-long musician and multi-instrumentalist Chris Rowan has channeled his inner emcee to bring you Eli The Prophet. Canada's very own proverbial rap prophet is here to spit truth, kick knowledge and call out whack rappers everywhere. Look for the "I'm Only Human" mixtape to drop late 2021 featuring track with Young Stitch, KP and B1 The Architect of the LRP. ... more
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