The sequel... All Ego.. but this time.. kinda less.. but more anger about it..
lyrics
Yeah, I aint waiting for a conflict, I spent half my life in the constant degrading, it’s honesty, maybe but all the berating, belittling and hating it is hard on my conscience,
find me unconscious in piles of vomit, and I’m like a comet, a tale cold as ice, I am frail, but I’m nice, I like frightening mics, but inside of me spiteful,
cuz the virus arrived and the time yo my album went live you were trying to fight and I was kinda all in a spiral, private in peril, pried my eyes open, behold
a barrell, wise keys whisk the pharoah to private meetings with a careful opining on heirs and the timing is there to unwind every pair of the DNA, it’s very entitled
i can bitch and moan, but shit i wanna get it back,
get that feeling up in me like i was running track,
the all natural, haven’t had an ounce of that,
since I was other cat, and now i’m numb and fat
i was a younger one, i never felt i’m dumb,
and now i got this one assaulting like the summer sun,
if i am still the man i think i was, i woulda run,
i mean i shoulda run, i think my hammy’s done,
i think my mammy wasn’t ready for me when I come,
I seem too cumbersome, I see my number’s done
I see “I” be used like 9 times 5 times,
I like I, my god,
my rhyme’s tight, bitch focus on progress,
you let it slip when you tripped on the margins,
sick of my shit, but a bit of the lip wouldn’t harden,
a kiss from the miss is a bargain
this the one where i walk to the edge
this the one where I drop shit, yeah
listen up, I’m a talk quick,
i was born in the mosh pit,
this the one where i stop at the ledge
this the one where i got sick, yeah
listen up, i am not him
i wasn’t born for the mosh pit
everything i ever wanted was attainable, aint a bold goal i ever had, but what’s debatable is if i ever showed enough gruff to make it all adding up, cuz my focus was corrupt, i wasn’t trainable,
you couldn’t train this bull, you couldn’t aim at me with spears and not enrage me though, and if you hit between the shoulders all you kill is 20 years of fucking monkeys, come and take ahold, the horns i’ve grown are unmistakable,
i like to make it known, that i’m a fake, but yo my basic kinda take is that I’m prone to take the ace in hole and take a stroll and lay that shit in places where I maybe wouldn’t hate, but mostly let the birdie meet his fate,
listen all of y’all, i’m a sabotage,
get the law involved, call the fucking cops,
tryna rat me out, shit, that’s some clown, we were kids at the time, but my god, gotta bounce
Jamil Honesty’s hard-hitting LP gets a new video documentary that explores its powerful themes in detail, split into multiple parts. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 3, 2023