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Blue Melon
01:16
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Nighthawks
03:57
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I would try something so refined
To help me clear my mind
If I can sing, I can rhyme
If I can sing, I can rhyme
I, I'm born into a special place
Where you and, you and I
And I would never, never, never say goodbye
The night denied
The night denied
The night denied
I can’t deny the things I felt that night!
Lost in the night I am like neon lights across the city
They see the talent, say they want it, say it's very pretty
Investigate the hateful eight, get in the nitty gritty
Famously too witty, Princess Solo Space Committee
You stay with me, imagine things so simply
Ferment myself like kimchi, I am lit but done so dimly
Sincerely must confess, I've been damned but I stay bless
Nevermind my mind's a mess I'm the messiah unlike the rest
Live to aspire to the best - you're upset, caress the feeling
I speak to you the truth and offer you spiritual healing
Shunaji through the ceiling, can't weigh the shit I'm dealing
The mood is on the move and while it's crude it's always thrilling
Too keen to be in between and when I'm not I'm the beginning
I'm the mother to my children, on the road a lonely pilgrim I stay with it
You got your ticket check my flow cause it's exhibit A, stick to the script
And in the end, I pick the final take
You and I are like the pretty pictures
That I’ve sown in my eyes
And just to see you one more time
I want to see you one last time
Come on!
You are the gracious I would like to be
The places I would love to live
It’s you or me, the narratives
And you intervene if I lick my
When I lick my lips
The night, denied
The night, denied
The night, denied
I can’t deny the things I felt that night!
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3. |
Not Lookin'
01:39
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N to the O to the T to the LOOK
Being with me is something you can't learn from any books
Please excuse my promises, refusing boys like novices
Impossible to stay on top of all these words I’m vomiting on you
It’s my goo, watch it trickle on your crew
I’m not lookin’, I’m just stuntin’ got my trunk like Betty Boop!
Beelzebub, demons chasing me, salute – but I’m faking it
I’m sure we’ve never met before so you must be mistaken
I’m a psychic, that’s so Raven, that coochie stays unshaven
Cooking Mama when I’m baking all the beats I've been creating
Casserole, undertaking many roles, I’m not interested at all
No - I’m not interested at all
You're not what I'm lookin' for
You're not what I'm lookin' for
You're not what I'm lookin' for
Lookin' for, lookin' for, lookin' for
You're not!
You're not what I'm lookin' for
You're not what I'm lookin' for
Lookin' for, lookin' for, lookin' for... oooh!
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Afrodites (feat. Emiko)
02:28
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I disappear with my candlelit sticks and I’ve fixed all my crucifixes
My god won’t permit this, a primitive ability to diss them
Mama told me I was six then, a sick trend to seek beyond the earth and men
And all my pleasures need a metre just to measure them
I see clear with my eyes in the pen, and my ink good it inks so well and
I don’t think they care about, none of these are news that they could read about
Speak about, open mouth, Spielberg and I muscle jaws with that syntax
Orbiting around me with scope, there’s no telling I hope - intact
You can channel those thoughts to remember, last year we was fucking in December
I took your castle now you can surrender, and I always play for keeps I’m a contender
Comin home without any agenda
I'm comin' clean, comin' clean, comin' clean
I'm comin' clean, comin'
I am comin' clean, comin' clean, comin' clean
I'm comin' clean, comin' clean
For you
I could fold you like an envelope when I make my antidote
And I quote, that you said that I could be your lady
Always text at 2 AM cause I ain’t got your baby
Show me how to satisfy my cravings, maybe!
All we had in common was the eighties
Now we share our records and we’re smoking on a daily
The process is inherent to the way I left my theory
Interfering with another’s I just came here for my supper
Do I stutter? Brother, I couldn’t find myself a better lover – and I insist
That my blood’s your blood and that they call incest
When I look into your eyes and I can’t resist my thighs drip
Sentimentally a layered synth, been together ever since
Baby put me on the brink, I can see the depth you feel within me
I can see the depth you see within me when you see me comin'
And I’m comin’ for your honey
I'm comin' clean, comin' clean, comin' clean
I'm comin' clean, comin'
I am comin' clean, comin' clean, comin' clean
I'm comin' clean, comin' clean
For you
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5. |
Untitled (Multiply)
02:29
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I often find myself lost in technicalities
But never take for granted what was never granted me
I object to vanities and reject profanities like sunscreen
It’s orange, blue and green
But what is seen can never be unseen
And I'm honoured to be
But in the middle of the movie I woke up in a dream
Surrounded, with my fears that ricochet in tandem
Greater than the Atlantic, I
I soaked my feet deep in the oceans around me
When you came and you found me
Lounging on fake hopes and panics, ideas were rancid
I took your word for ransom, I was the sum of the parts
You multiplied to enhance me, you multiplied to enhance me
You multiplied me, you multiplied me, you multiplied me, you multiplied
You multiply, you multiply, you multiply, you multiply
(How 'bout that?) You multiply, you multiply, you, you, you, you
When my ideas collide, I find the strength to see myself
Within a moment combined, the point of view redefined
Declined in darkness, my body varnish like my name doesn’t start with
I’m artless, the artist, I’m heartless like Kanye and candid like cameras
Decide indecisive, divide so divisive conquered my crisis, these dungeons and dragons
I will, discover dimensions, uncover new thrills
I get trill, on a mule when I’m reaching my mill I diffuse I am suave
Employ my own muse an amusement
Anything that is good I go out - and I ruin it
A message to Rudy, he skanks when I’m moody
It’s my time I’m rooted, my time
You say “hey”, I say “hi”, my mind multiplies
"Who am I?", "Am I, I?", I am I, in my mind
You multiply, you multiply, you multiply, you multiply
(How 'bout that?) You multiply, you multiply, you, you, you, you
How 'bout that?
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6. |
Curtains
03:17
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I’d make a living out of killing beats
Arrange them then I mix some hits
An elegy, Shunaji Miss, amidst analogies you missed
I stay on hustle take my risk and climbing down a crucifix
Allora: The Romans thought they beat me
But I bust it like a Trojan, I’m the funky astrologian
The amphibian with the oxy-can
I never need a backing track, my man
These fans aren’t really fans
Music to fly me out into Japan
And if the White House black I can
Choose to pollute it like a bag of plastic
When I transvested in success, I made the haters’ casket
They’re my guests to see my nest it’s hidden like Atlantis
I’m busy digging my own planets – and it’s a madness
Just what I found here, I met an oracle in Harlem
And bought the antidote to sadness
Cause to be sad is for the sadists, I realise it
I vowed my cousin to devour the fascists
And then I bowed my head, the curtains closed and everybody vanished
Everybody vanish and everybody vanish
Everybody vanish and everybody vanish
Everybody vanish and everybody vanish
Everybody vanish and everybody vanish
Vanish, vanish, vanish
But I’m not finished cutting losses
Rang my boss to give my notice
Now I'm closing all the curtains
Span so wide like albatrosses
I am Minos with the verses
Minus killing boys and girls
Because I morally object
To sacrifice is a defect
I won’t promote it, it’s atrocious
Write a rhyme for diagnosis
And considering I’m perfect
I suppose, I may just quote it
"Shunaji delivers heavy doses of lyricism indicative of a big-time MC!"
And you see I never quit
Multi-rapper like a prism
Every surface is legit, but never classist
I disapprove a word so drastic
The MC of social justice – an educated practice
Spikes on Lee, the movie cactus
Watch me thrive, most attractive
Ride a bike I'm keeping active
And it's my defensive tactic
I said "Dick, don't kill my vibe!"
Can’t you see I fly so high here?
You’re at taxi while I land these
Cover versions won't collide
Mr. Brubeck taking five - hey!
Everybody vanish and everybody vanish
Everybody vanish and everybody vanish
Everybody vanish and everybody vanish
Everybody vanish and everybody vanish
Vanish, vanish, vanish
I am the baddest in the scene
Not an action figurine
Drink your Kool aid every eve
I pick the red pill Mr. Reeves
I see through the hypocrites
Write the writs with all my wit
When the guest list isn’t me
I’m out like valedictory – no contradiction
Deceitfulness can’t get to me, Evaluate my diction
I wrap it up with tape
And then dismiss ‘em like eviction
Hold on to my receipts
And I return ‘em with conviction
I’m cashing back on season ticks
And kicking off addiction, there’s no friction
Between alone and bein’ content
When I assess my annexes your crew is not my friend
But I digress, I guess “I did it once again” I’m Quest
Producers slide in my DM, I curve ‘em till the end
Work out my odds
And keep my head-on radio like the bends
I’m working on weekends
Speech clear from any phlegm
I try to moderate these thoughts
Then say what I intend
It’s my intent to cash these checks
And pay your dividends, so you can
Everybody vanish and everybody vanish
Everybody vanish and everybody vanish
Everybody vanish and everybody vanish
Everybody vanish and everybody vanish
Vanish, vanish, vanish
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