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Dealio (Ft. Azon Blaze)
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They don’t know what we go through
The tribulations have me less than hopeful
They say artists emo, that’s so true
Contradicting every song that I wrote to
[Verse 1]
Promise that I never let the doubts get to me
But now that’s history
Greatest story never told, behold epiphanies
A change of mind I guess, disbelief’s a beast
That I slayed over time, now I’m searching for peace
Over rhyme sheets and sticky notes inside a phone
Ignoring invitations, I know I should’ve gone
Yet I flown a lot of places, instrumentals my passport
Searching for myself again in God, I ask for your guidance
The world is so divided, I been tryna spread love yet they still undecided, for real
And it’s gettin’ harder to hide it so I find the rhythm
To get lost inside it, I’m gone
[Chorus]
Yeah
And it won’t be long
Had to regather my thoughts and focus on
That same dream I been working and scoping on
High off life, they like, “What you been smoking on?”
Nathan, the melodies I been floatin’ on
While I regather my thoughts and focused on
That same dream I been working and scoping on
And it won’t be long, that’s what I’m hoping on
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Audio therapy, asked the melody, “Marry me”
Carry me to a place with no stress and caress it merrily
I don’t need charity, all I need is sincerity
I kept it genuine and unique, producing love through disparity
Had to find clarity, was lost for a minute
Wondering why the masters get lost in the gimmicks
The mimic, wait, chill! Yo we off that
They ain’t up to par with us, I show you where I golf at
My swing’s a genius, keep the convenience, give me longevity
My specialty’s creating sounds that are heavenly
From the place where they pack weaponry
Chose a different route for my destiny, working on my legacy
‘cause when it all ends, what difference did you make?
Did you stand out or compromise with the fakes?
I escape through the soundscapes, that’s where I find comfort
[?] jumper, with the jumper, wait ’til the summer
[Chorus]
Yeah
And it won’t be long
Had to regather my thoughts and focus on
That same dream I been working and scoping on
High off life, they like, “What you been smoking on?”
Nathan, the melodies I been floatin’ on
While I regather my thoughts and focused on
That same dream I been working and scoping on
And it won’t be long, that’s what I’m hoping on
Yeah
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Not Like Me (ft. JSWISS)
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Try (ft. S.Gold)
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[Verse 1, SkyBlew]
I keep a cool head level but I’m too ahead advanced
So enemies don’t even stand a chance
Wanna dance with this neon illuminated slightly sedated
I don’t argue my dude, it was never debated
I’m constantly hated, ‘cause I’m smart than them
I took out all the colors, only blew Eminems
The ladies adore, come here my Cherie Amour
Tell me she wanted some more, grounded as top of the floor
Now I’m on the ceiling looking from different angles
Left the weed alone, all that choking it had me strangled
Blew and Red dangle, emcees out windows like Britney, Spears
Their ears ring re-pierce
Sky be on that anime, chicks from out of Santa Fe
And a wife beater tryna get this cake anime
Opposites attract like flies to a back
Like protected from the dark so gotta make sure my rap tight
[Chorus, Carlitta Durand]
Two worlds collide is the power theory
Two powers combined and you see it clearly
Opposites attract make colossal signs
Theory of Red and Blew, you’ll see them shine
[Verse 2, Azon Blaze]
Aiyo I got what you need, you know I stay with that heat
Three hundred sixty degrees, too much will put you to sleep
But I’m ain’t poppin’, I’m just rockin’ rollin’ Dutches
It’s typical red opticals ‘cause I fill it with that tropical
It’s optional to rock with us, original not pompous
I’ll lead you, call me the [?]
My skill - way far from novice
I’m the opposite of colder, polar opposite of mold
Called hot about a minute, no control over the temperature
Open up the bin in here
It’s clear the flame, my spit is real
My tongue no longer has the feeling
The feeling of lightin’ matches is matching my verbal action
Reactin’, we get it crackin’
Y’all get defeated tough like actin’ Tinactin
It’s factual we the actual duo that’s making musical fluid
I’m the pepper in the recipe so r-e-s-p-e-c-t to grind
One half of Blaze The Sky
Take a, dose of this dynamite and let me blow your mind
What what
[Chorus]
Two worlds collide is the power theory
Two powers combined and you see it clearly
Opposites attract make colossal signs
Theory of Red and Blew, you’ll see them shine
Two worlds collide is the power theory
Two powers combined and you see it clearly
Opposites attract make colossal signs
Theory of Red and Blew, you’ll see them shine
Two worlds collide is the power theory
Two powers combined and you see it clearly
Opposites attract make colossal signs
Theory of Red and Blew, you’ll see them shine
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Morning Jog (ft. Topiq)
03:17
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Sacrilegious (ft. Khary)
05:24
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[Chorus: Khary Durgans]
Sacrilegious, two's forgive us
But I'm in the car with three bitches
Poseidon been keeping these hoes wet
Aphrodite's got kisses upon my neck
I'm only doing what your son would do, my lord
I'm only doing what your son would do
And ima pray to anyone but you
And ima pray to anyone but you
[Verse 1: Khary Durgans:]
Can we be faithful?
Even if fate's full of liars, church hired
I attended in grade school
Couldn't be made cool, mother thought we needed it
Before, Wikipedia had got me by without reading it
Now I just Google search Jesus Christ, and the Crucifix
In the tab next to porn, rap blogs, and the newest kicks
Our foolishness, haha
I made it far without a father
If I don't believe in yours there's no need to be a martyr
Since Rick Ross is popping mollies in a drink
I ain't the only elephant in the room who needs a shrink
Blinking your missile blessing, please no more Bible lessons
See, I been stressing, questioning the sea
That's when he's helping me, uh
Is my development arrested?
Yeah, not a Catholic, but I'm confessing that these King James scriptures got me tired
Feeling dyslexic from the fact that I can feel no connections, damn
[Chorus: Khary Durgans]
Sacrilegious, two's forgive us
But I'm in the car with three bitches
Poseidon been keeping these hoes wet
Aphrodite's got kisses upon my neck
I'm only doing what your son would do, my lord
I'm only doing what your son would do
And ima pray to anyone but you
And ima pray to anyone but you
[Verse 2: Khary Durgans]
My mother pinched the skin of my thigh, damn, I fell asleep
But I can't help to pass out in wooden seats when pastor speaks
I only hope that he's practicing what he preach
I hope he doesn't have a wife that he's married and probably beats
Like Dr. Dre headphones, uh
Looking for placement, nah
Never been baptised, clearly the son of Satan
Shun me, shun me
Don't Holy Water my dreams
Stevie Wonder promised me there's a place where the sun beams
For everyone, for anyone
Surprised church offerings don't have a minimum
Get a gun, a cinna bun, half the choir got diabetes
Don't believe me, till they're at their own funerals leaning to no more singing
I mean, I'll probably have a midlife crisis full of vices
Just hope I find where Christ is before I find where the knife is
Inclined to look towards the sky, but never face it
If heaven had a staircase, we'd all fall down wasted
[Chorus: Khary Durgans]
Sacrilegious, two's forgive us
But I'm in the car with three bitches
Poseidon been keeping these hoes wet
Aphrodite's got kisses upon my neck
I'm only doing what your son would do, my lord
I'm only doing what your son would do
And ima pray to anyone but you
And ima pray to anyone but you
[Verse 3: Khary Durgans]
I know I'm not perfect, and I'm not trying to be though
But if God exists, then we're reflections of his ego
Did Moses part seas in a robe, or a speedo?
Would Jesus look fly on the cross in a tuxedo?
Vanity, I asked for answers, but vanity's what he handed me
I can't, can it be? 'Cause my canopy's calling candidly
Mechanically, candyland can't be feeling far away from fantasy
Ruled by praying, so bow down for your anarchy
Humans need purpose, I think that's why they made it
My mother's past word was purposeful, so I obeyed it
I wonder what the suicide rate is on a slave ship
Wait, give 'em God, give 'em God, they can take it
Check back at 30 when my credit score's nice
And does heaven have an opening? 'Cause I applied twice
I know you're disappointed, but I ain't your only son
These are just my views on religion at 21
[Outro - spoken: The Specs Almighty]
When you do good, that's God
When you do bad, that's the Devil
When you at the local strip club, and you got your last dollar, this month's rent
And you puttin' it in that stripper's G-string...
That's the Devil
But when you getting that Grammy, that MTV award
You know who you better thank; you'd better thank God!
You'd better thank God
Now bow your heads, as I count my bread
The lord knows, and you know
We're sacrilegious
Amen
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Look (ft. Jordan Aliyah)
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