Time and again, rise in the morning and ride in the wind,
find me asleep at the wheel, fine me or keep me completely at heel,
pre-vent me to be out, I’m still mounting up with rejects, keep shit concealed
repent or the dream getting killed, but the cream i spilled i plead isn’t real
yeah… pull some bitch off the heap
woke up to them, how the ass he went deep
and the last thing i remember is not the beach,
but the fact I shoulda been in out at least
several times, bit my lip and my tongue
been a bit over blitzed, been a drip of blood
spliffs and blunts, left the shit in the freezer
my homeboy Dave rip me off and i’m pleased to announce
We aint got no soul, we aint got no morals,
and we aint got food for thought,
we aint got shit for real
and we aint got god cuz we shoot to kill, yeah
we aint shit for real
we aint got shit for real
we aint got no god, cuz
we aint no gods
could i be a god, am i this close,
would I walk around in these clothes?
should I cock the cowards with pistols,
no hour relents abysmal,
repent or cower this is my shower, this is the shit me and Cat gonna deflower, fuck bitch, run fists inside the hymen, line men up and find the power,
Should I rap like I’m a father? no.
should I laugh if my own daughter hoes,
would my son be smart enough to hate me
if i did half of the shit i pose or I wrote,
i suppose I did that for warning
i’m supposed to lid that forewarning
I oppose the shit I do only the pitiful fools
would find this rewarding
An instrumental dance album inspired by and dedicated to all women of the world; one of many recent releases for The Cornel West Theory. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2018
Politically-charged rhymes from the nation's capital; dusty soul grooves, mixed with uncompromising societal views. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 24, 2017