My life is good/ I write what’s hood,
I might get to it/ not out the woods so bro I gots to do it/ be a monster that’s why my mantra is be an onslaught/ from the lone star until my lungs parked, tonsils spit dumb art/ so I’m going far whether the song chart/ back in media a threat to academia, slack and you defeated bruh the track I hack and it eat it up, I’m heating up.. hot as my momma’s stove on a Sunday/ except I’m putting rappers on my lunch tray, feng shui, say i need it all up front one lump pay/ you front so you catch the brunt of it maybe one day/ you’ll get it, said it I meant it, many idiots I’ve upended, lyrically acidic, you know you love me admit it, you really lucky you timid.. otherwise I’d have to bring you down to earth too, I know this verse hurts you, I tell you what, give you advice, I’m feeling nice, your vices could influence your writing if you weren’t biting/
Y’all tryna be people that you not, so verses ain’t squat and the Person you pretend to be is rot/
If you spent time clearing your mental spaces, the many ways you string up a bar could really Blaze but you fakin' it/ the confidence you have don’t exist , so you grab another’s skin, so you last and that’s the end/ just so happens I’m a friend
I’ve grown as musician/ beat the craft’s what I had to do while you sittin'/ so you listen, and think about how dude’s spittin'/ but dude’s writtens, are product of my shrewd penning/ confused innit?, I’m saying I’ve chewed mics, to accrue likes/ delusions exuberant might but now the moods right/ I had to preclude sight so I exclude mites and leeches that feast and delude twice... pretending to do right/
The only thing nice is the pen and my wife/ to both ends are my life, I ascend certain heights/ comprehend what it’s like/ a Doberman on this mic/ a perfect 10s what I write/ and certain men wanna fight/
Success makes a frail man irate/ a lot of cake to get but you out here hating on my ways/ you should be taking notes but instead you broken and rowdy/ I’m smooth as the, operator of Who is Sade/
A generation of waiters wanting it made and, brought to em on a plate and work ain’t in the conversation, complacent, so you and I are not adjacent, face it, I make statements not salutations so I’m not going away kid/
You’d have to put a bullet in me/
But I’m quick to the draw and the ammo I got plenty/
So don’t be surprised if you’re testing and got twenty/
The metal you’ll be getting and trust me it’s not pennies/
credits
from Rap Circle,
released May 18, 2021
Lyrics by Eric July
Produced by Kayton Rickman
Engineered and Mixed by Cory Brunnemann
Just a beautiful jazzy rap album with buttery smooth flows versed with huge talent. It's not only lovely to the ears, but the lyrics are profound and empowering about the struggles that she faces. zhangtastic
It's hard to pick a favourite track. This is the only album i have so far deemed as "perfect", where every track, even the intro, is just a masterpiece in its own right. From the hard hitting Perturbator's Theme to the emotional title track, its 68 minutes of perfection. 10/10. connivingkhajiit
