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Composition No. 1
03:10
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Only god can tell the truth
Only god can tell the truth
Only god can tell the truth
Only god can tell the truth (Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth)
Only god can tell the truth (God, god, god, god, god)
Only god can tell the truth (Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth)
Only god can tell the truth (God, god, god, god, god)
Only god can tell the truth (Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth)
Only god can tell the truth (God, god, god, god, god)
Only god can tell the truth
My expeditions as a baller and a real shot caller,
Top shotta, pop the collar, making bread like it's a silver dollar
Slim dames slither down, sooner the day shines the sun
So much brothers gazing in windows for submachine guns
We on some 4PD, not Police but Pockets Deep
Sleep on DP like it's Feed the Streets, Roddy ain't got to eat
'cept some mustard and bologna burgers straight out Compton, C
All Love Internally Fo' Real News I Agree
Greedy bastards, old, dirty, and inglorious
Harmoniously connect like monks, thelonious
Pharaohs and horn-blowers like Coltrane conform alike
The desert sand hurts under my feet, and I triumph beneath the light
Now after 12 connected bars of some fire in the booth,
I think it's time I proved that only God can tell the truth
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Look
I'm on the roll, I'm on go
Whenever soon as the mic in
Attacks on a city towered over by some titans
I ain't Eren, Mikasa, but n----, something like it
Opposition to my people standing taller tha some giants
We stuck on pretty faces and what vaginas the tightest
Tightrope living, it's one slip and you dying, blood
Crip on the sirens, blunts ripping in silence
Guns hip to the violence, it's kinda crazy
This Latina agreed that shit been loco
All our dogs went missing now we call for Todo
Little did we know they bagging n----s like they Frodo
Shit is more bizarre than a fucking Jojo
I add my mojo so I'm not looked at as a simian
You tryna avenge some deaths but n----s not assembling
And on this penmanship
'Cause the pen's way stronger than the sword
And bullets can't penetrate the skin of my soul
I got the right cards, so I could never fold
I been working remote, but I never lost control
If you thought different, then you thinking way too bold, ho
You can't penetrate the skin of my soul
You can't get through me no more, no no no
You can't penetrate the skin of my soul
You can't get through me no more, no no no
You can't penetrate the skin of my soul
You can't get through me no more, no no no
You can't penetrate the skin of my soul
You can't get through me no more, no no no
You can't penetrate the skin of my soul
You can't get through me no more, no no no
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Something for your mind, your body and your soul
It's the power to arouse curiosity,
The purpose
The goal which one acts on
A journey of force hot like the sun and wet like the rain
Straight out the mud, all my dirt should be the Best Of
Threw so many tomatoes, now these motherfuckers can't even ketchup
Tore down a house from a bitch destructive criticism
So many dogs barking, all these haters call it bitching season
Pitch a tent from the bones of my enemies
The end of me is never seen, I went from weed to evergreens
Who knew the grass-touchers could create philosophies
Lobotomy, I eat your brain like some fucking zombie feed
Pause
Resume, my résumé is filled with A's 'cause I was trapping but I kept up my grades
Day by day, my body prepares for the gene pool
Sophomore year, we was eating up horse lips and dog food
Off to be the man, career based on a sea of fans
Slept for days inside a caravan, cared to pass the smoke to bare hands
Hair falling out like a bro been under stresses
Ain't no worries, pass the boof and watch the honeys pass in sundresses
In the desert, the sun beats my heat like I'm in a dunce cap
Cone with a bandana, I play Santana, got my hair up in a bun, wrapped
Bones rattle like the cracking of my knuckles
You crackers can't package faster than an Amazon bundle, uh
Yeah
Straight out the mud, all my dirt should be the Best Of
Threw so many tomatoes, now these motherfuckers can't even ketchup
Tore down a house from a bitch destructive criticism
So many dogs barking, all these haters call it bitching season
Went down the beaten path, scents unlocked memories from the past
Don't let me get in my bag
Televangelists Gutenberg press printing they cash
Can't wipe the sin from they hands
Arms out like the Vitruvian man while we apples swam
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
The higher the hair, the closer to God
Sealed lips, jaundiced eyes watch
Spent my teenage life hearing out both sides, what will and won’t suffice
Mass exodus to the great divide
We been demonized, sent to the swine, Babylonian rites
Had to earn they stripes through a miracle on ice
Fish nets sunk our boats, to think we wouldn't cast a line
Columbus here when folks arrived, watching over 59th
Twinkle in my eye like dollar store Christmas lights
Fast forward to shouting fights, silent nights sacrificed
We all stressin’, no time like the present
Bad thought like Nicodemus how it crept in
Wrote 'bout the tempest, tried not making it long-winded
Set fire to the tinder
Love is a weapon, Holofernes beheaded
Apologists, seek repentance
Watch who friends with you
On your screen, out of place as a dead pixel
Timeline full of distress signals
Written epistles
Give peace a chance, so they sent missiles
Flame in the sky for Lady Liberty
The victor's quill writes the history
Victims killed all a mystery
They whitewash me, burn the new me in effigy
Straight out the mind, all my dirt should be the Best Of
Threw so many tomatoes, now these motherfuckers can't even ketchup
Tore down a house from a bitch destructive criticism
So many dogs barking, all these haters call it bitching season
Uh, and all these haters call it bitching season
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Spicy (Interlude)
02:01
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Se Goza Más
03:23
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Grandma's House
02:20
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11:11, my bars literally golden
Hold the phone for the foe'nem, watching foes hold guns and pose with it
We don't fold with the, I stack the bread in loafs while they loathe
On the life I'm living, I make this shit worth living
Writhing in pain from the gun pops, watch you turn into a raisin
Raise the roof for the funeral, the priest and the casket
That's a trifecta in the basket of urns that I've been chasing
Lace the lines with the beans, OD on the morphine and it's back to the
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Please take me away, I'm worth more than I make
I give more than I take and I feel there's no escape
They just go back and change like Roe v. Wade
We the new Stone Age, we progress the wrong way
While I'm high and in a daze, barely make it through the day
That's a killer in a phaze or a filler for a filtered killer phrase
I just grew up with the killers, I get iller by the day
Why they saying, "God saves"?, the exception of Ukraine
Man, we all part to blame, well y'all are and I ain't
'Cause I post a black screen, hashtag and I pray
Then proceed with my day, I'm enraged
Cuts worse than any blade, this ain't God's anonymous ways
Man we all turn stagnant, so much black magic
Tell me what happened, man, that shit is tragic
I'm ashamed to be human, we create the worst habits
All preach, no practice, by the time we see peace
We'll be sleep in a casket, 'cause the casualties are adding
And there ain't no looking past, yeah the past's in a past tense
Alongside my patience, roll an L and face it
The only I know that I'mma face this
Reckless in my adolescence, "Youth On Drugs"
And they blame it on depression, 'cause "The medicine, more medicine?"
He's so sick like Dopesick, speaking aphorisms
That attract the women like some magnetisms
I attack the villain, my mind chasms has its limits
So I acrobat the limericks, lace up the soliloquys
Potent with delivery, heavy on intensity
'Cause there isn't anything that I said in here that can go and break the chemistry
4REAL
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Smiling while I'm hanging, legs down from the freeway
Burned a hole in my wallet from the money that you make
Corrupted by the darkness, now you fall into an endless sleep
Corrupted by the darkness, now you fall into an endless sleep
Yeesh
The world is ending, I'm convinced
Spell humanity without life, who gives a-
And even then, that shit is rare, I just don't go outside
'Cause honestly, I don't fuck with this world, I'd rather hide
Someone gave the world to the wrong person, 'cause they cooked and let it burn
On the grill of the ozone, watching coals turn to pearls
I've kept too many secrets, don't let me tell them to the world
About the shit I've been thinking
It feels my mind is sinking
It feels my mind is sinking
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I do not acknowledge no rap god, I’m godless
Sicker than whoever you decide to name regardless
Walk around like my city like I’m Sora fighting heartless
Bitch I got the keys, you don’t really wanna start shit
Cause I’m the main character, any area I’m in
Watch when I fuck yo bitch in a pair and I tear her Hyman
Hi I’m high, men know me as rap's American Terrorist
And I think police is some fucking arrogant Aryans
You can’t be woke having American dreams
Because a dream is something you can only have when you sleep
I’m gettin' head by the radio while Listening to Creep
You reminiscing now 'cause life isn’t as sweet
As when your parents were together and people listened to creed
You was smokin' mid packs bumpin' Punk Goes Pop
When I was sticking black flags in millions of dead cops
'Cause I do not acknowledge no rap god, I’m godless
Sicker than whoever you decide to name regardless
I am in a state of mind that’s difficult to conquest
Walk around your city like personified Bomb threats
What’s inside the bag homie, lemme hold ya wallet
Bitch you know I’m doper than a blunt and 20 bong hits
And I am not a rapper, I'm a motherfucking off switch
Dedicated to the bitches thought of bringing raw shit
What’s that, y’all want some raw shit?
Fuck what’s in the bag, homie, empty out yo pockets
Every time I make a threat, it’s taken as a promise
Thinkin I’m a sucker, you delusional as Thomas
Understanding got me, conscious as Alphonsus
A lot of rappers on some novice shit be honest
The common intelligence, non-negative quality
Practice transcendental meditation, preaching equality
Used to wanna smack any rapper thought they was hot as me
And now I stand around and wait for somebody to try to body me
You obviously thought of me not as dope as the next bitch
I’m the real Bruce with a fresh brew of the death wish
Fresh tomb he could rest in 'lest you would invest in
I do not acknowledge no rap god, I’m godless
Sicker than whoever you decide to name regardless
Walk around like my city like I’m Sora fighting heartless
Bitch I got the keys, you don’t really wanna start shit
I do not acknowledge no rap god, I’m godless
Sicker than whoever you decide to name regardless
Walk around like my city like I’m Sora fighting heartless
Bitch I got the keys, you don’t really wanna start shit
This the type of shit I know y'all wanna hear
and I'm here to make it clear
My peer to peer reviews between my colleagues
I know I choose, who's got the opinions between all of them
I match 'em like olives are green and black, I don't fuck with shit that is wack
I'm a lyrical twister, not a lyrical miracle
Your influences too wearable 'cause I see it on your sleeve
Get some elbow grease, weave some baskets, put in the work 'fore it's Christmas Eve
And watch Departure draw a painting, I display a picture of displaced persons
Flip it
That's on the P.D., the police department, I weave the opps to save an arm and a leg
And I'll do that shit 'till there's none of 'em left, that's a Billy Woods reference
I paint a picture in black and white, my bandwidth on my videos, I'm being watched
Like Bollywood, I hardly cook so I should 'cause I'm not making more than I probably should
I'm on the wing droppin' bombs on the hood
In element like Bruce Willis, these dickriders sucking on meat popsicles
My melting point is too much heat for the opps to handle
Fuck the Metropolitan Police, matter of fact, fuck all of 'em
I'm A1 like a Google Sheet based on rows and columns
I'm in a racecar past the milepost, sit and chill like the hare
Watch the tortoises pass by, except they ain't made it there
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Help Me (ft. Lav Kazan)
02:37
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Okay, so, have a seat
Um, I believe this is your, third session? (Yeah)
Um, I just wanted to go, we're not gonna do a lot today, (Oh alright)
but I just wanted to see what your progression with your, what your mental health has been like (I'm doing alright, but)
Let's go ahead and get started
I miss the old me, I ain't been with the homies, feel like they don't even know me
It feels lonely knowing the imaginary walls that hold me
I feel like I'm growing out of my comfort zone
I've got too many secrets that can't be known
I know someone will still think I'm normal but I, goddamn-
I've spent too much time disappointing my parents, and it's apparent I've got to change
But I'm scared of the dedication and time it takes and at this point I'd rather be hanged
Stabbed to death, burned at the stake
But every time I still end up awake
It was all a dream, I'd rather skip to the scene (okay okay)
Where I end up on magazines knowing the fame'll get to me, it's ending me
Well I'mma be for a while, longer than I did expect to
Never checked if it was an angel or a devil but I got rescued
Now I'm in the clouds, never run out of jet fuel
But I'll never run out of jet fuel
Huh, yeah, jet fuel
Flying through the clouds on the lean and the fentanyl
My doctor tried to stop me but I don't need his approval
Yeah I'm fuckin' zooted off the perc, look at my pupils
This whole summer, been in hell, I'm a heathen
I already cannot just wait to just stop breathing
Had a few sexcapades but they turned me to a demon
I don't need a reason, I can't wait for deletion
Yeah
Uh huh
Sleepy on the highway, free-wheely on the Fran bay
Been a couple of days since my last flight
Met her in the Six last night
Just child's play, shit gon' be alright
Out of sight of them bright lights
What'd I say about bringing a knife to a gun fight
Midnight, in the pale moonlight
Popped a man just for saying some shit that I ain't like
It's hard to be polite, talking to myself
This therapist ain't working, needing some better help
Need a better self, opps a'lurkin
'Cause one day I'mma just be an elf on the shelf
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Who Am I?
03:44
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Frail
03:42
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2007, the year that I was born
Made a few thousand in a minute, but the family was torn
Don't hear it from me, the need for financial means turned to greed
My moms was fiending for green, but not the kind that would think
She picked me up in August, same shit she doing today
I know she happy but sometimes the shit don't feel the same
My father told me "son, you do the same thing, it's gon' drive you insane
Drop the music, boy, look at your grades"
Sat me down at the table, popped open two beers
But the inebriation I consumed turned to fear
I knew where this was going, I saw the hops and barely pouring
Three in the morning, I woke up and fell into tears
I can't live like this, no I can't live like this
Eat, breathe, fall asleep, die and shit like this
Is what makes me want to stop going
I watched the blood flowing
I'd rather die knowing 'cause what you don't know is mind-blowing
Uh
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Lately, I've been confused
Ain't no debating the game that I've been playing
In my head, it goes like ping-pong, left to right
Decisions split in two, what's left to write
Rhymes, bars and verses, players, hoes and gunfights
Shit bleed like the scratches on my arms and the pen
Carpal tunnel from my words, I let the chickens and the hens
Out my head, and tonight, that's what I'll do
Let free thought be free, all the bullshit is moot
Null and void, dulled points from the pencils and the players
Controversy, they eat it up off the ground like utensils and haters
Love to hate, love for the criticism
They'd fuck for being a critic, and suck for corny lyricism
It's the irony of a verbal prostitute,
It hurts to rob the food of a man who's starving too
But fuck it, end of the day we all gotta eat
Don't care if it's ass, cash or meat, fuck a social media feed
Had a conversation with Death the other day, he went like
"Get yo bag, son", I said "shit, ight, okay", then left him
But what stopped me is the fear of change
That if I move on, it's like life will never ever be the same
But I like the way I'm living now
Not livin' in a different town, different house
New wife, new spouse
I hate the idea of anything new
I hate the feeling of leaving you
I hate the idea of living in general
Try new things, see new sights when the gift of death is inevitable
Life is incredible, but does it mean anything
When you spend it all on cars and chains?
As humans, we are slaves to the idea of God
We put the cuffs on, then complain when we can't find the keys to take them off
Sail off on a ship then drown and die in the ocean
Whose fault is that when we make the human race as an opponent to itself?
We are a threat to mankind, take steps but don't stride, at this point we're gonna die
And I hope whatever's out there when we wave goodbye, when we scream, yelp and cry, hears the voices and the tears
Before I go
I just wanna apologize for all of my moral crimes,
I missed the social cues and I was misguided
And as I write this I hope you're somewhere alive and
while I haven't seen you since, I know the universe will help you find it
Hailey, when we were in first grade, I know it's a love craze now
But you really helped me feel feelings, and while I
didn't do it right the first time, I felt for the first time, I think I turned out just fine
Yoli, remember when Covid hit? You were my only friend
In real life to talk to when I needed someone
And I know I was going through something, I couldn't tell you about it
But I think you abandoning me really helped
And I don't mean that in a sarcastic way, If I didn't make some drastic change, I would've killed myself
Then I wouldn't have no mental health or a plan to make a better self, come to think about it
I think sometimes about the mistakes I've made, I could've kept the ones I loved if I changed my ways before
Like Dani, 'member I got mad at you, and you weren't even being rude, it feels stupid
And selfish, I cut the rope for something that I can't remember, damn
Now the ties are severed and it's too late, but thank you, ma'am
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Departure Austin, Texas
Departure is a plunderphonics, hip-hop, & sound collage artist based in Austin, TX.
He has had
experience in music since he was 3 years old, and as a 16 year-old producer, he has amassed an impressive catalogue of works in music manipulation & composition.
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