Got Burns on this track. He dropped the first verse and sent it to me... it was so dope i decided to actually use the beat. It was gonna be a throw away, but I came back to it and made it better. My last half verse is based on Richard Tiger telling me his story about wrecking his motorcycle.
lyrics
yeah, motherfucker I aint even hip to that, i aint a femur, believe me I walk a different path, and that’s a bitter man, if I can, simmer that, in this rap, shit in fact, kid is doper if he had,
rickets or a bad lisp or he had a missing dad,
but still they know my madness, so i’m feeling into that
i’m leaning into that, tell this bitch i hit my dad,
sell a lift of missiles, MAD, celibate, my issues, sad
eloquence, i miss you bad, pelaton or hella fat,
hello mom, holla back, dad is in a coma,
sat around and got the form, l was sittin round the corner
sitting on the dock of the bay like a loner,
when the crisis over, hit up Judas, ask him where the prefect,
I gotta get my silver, but I’m all out of the pretext
i want to harmonize, recant and respect, but we can’t even synchronize, we been outta step
i see no reason i should plead or even reflect,
if the season hasn’t come, let’s just leave the fall and reset
be above it all, been a better 20 years
then how it started out, i guess it’s just a penny for my tears
ready for the beers, open letter to my innocence,
wasn’t always great, but are my feelings all ridiculous
was it ubiquitous, or just a synthesis
of my emotions or did I just revel in the dissonance
born as a boy who was scorned, I was broken and torn, i was left in the ashes, stoking the flames,
i was cold till my soul took ahold of the reigns
of the horse men apocalypse is gonna bring
born broken and torn,
stoking the flames,
holding the reigns,
of the horse men apocalypse is gonna bring
muthafucka put his hands in the sky, asking him why,
should he even be alive, riding the high,
the semi guy should abide and help him realign,
he is fine, side is kinda bruised, but it will heal in time,
gotta couple scrapes, gotta call the boss in case,
outta call the misses, on another mission, this is where it stops and if you bear the top, care to scare em all,
let the belly shine, as he slides, uncomparable
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
