1. |
Bad Bad
02:24
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Blessing this
Air it out like its crepitus
Effort lives in not hearing doubts or the deficits
This for the family guess I’m a nepotist
I’ll take the Georges, Jacksons, and Jeffersons
Hope that my future don’t make my present tense
Moving by faith is the better evidence
Loving yourself is the better medicine
They be like doc, whatever you recommend
Sleeping better, eating better, thinking better all that
Prayers over worries
Man my demons better fall back
Power in my words without me keepin' em in all caps
Activate the people’s trapezius til they all snap
For y’all it’s gettin' bad bad
Back back if you think you coming for my bag bag
Yesterday was Tuesday, everybody know the hashtag
Bars is goin' crazy like it’s doomsday on the track
For y’all it’s gettin' bad bad
Back back if you think you coming for my bag bag
Yesterday was Tuesday, everybody know the hashtag
Bars is goin' crazy like it’s doomsday on the track
Stop and stare at the clock in prayer
K Fresh knockin' like pots you carelessly dropped from stairs
I find my joy when I’m not compared but it’s often rare
I don’t operate on opinions y'all make from office chairs
Coat is white but I’m not as fair
Writing overnight made the flow polite and the process clear
Every day is progress
We planning to have an awesome year
Truth is now I understand
How to protect my thoughts and fears
But we gon' keep it spooky
We don’t keep in touch but we keep track of y'all goofy
You can be Ready or Not
Word to The Fugees
Did it for the craft and made a classic off of loosies
For y’all it’s gettin' bad bad
Back back if you think you coming for my bag bag
Yesterday was Tuesday, everybody know the hashtag
Bars is goin' crazy like it’s doomsday on the track
For y’all it’s gettin' bad bad
Back back if you think you coming for my bag bag
Yesterday was Tuesday, everybody know the hashtag
Bars is goin' crazy like it’s doomsday on the track
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2. |
Night Float
01:09
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I been working night float
If you ain’t kind, it don’t matter if you nice bro
Condition our psyche just to put us on a psych hold
Fewer wanna lead than say that they got disciples
I been on my easel daily just like a maestro
I’m just tryna make my price go like my FICO
Way that God been shining on my life is like a light show
I’m the type to never need title just to write bold
I know
They got they approvals on how I should make maneuvers
Mama taught me drive
They want a place on the choo-choo
How you measure your weight will always dictate your rulers
I speak what I want to see fall into place
That’s crucial
Regardless I’m staying truthful
The art of your faith is two-fold
If you sample the world, may get up in major loopholes
Stick to fundamentals and all of the basics you know
Then really believe you got all of the greatness you hold
K Fresh play the beat and I’m knocking it way to Pluto
They giving y'all poison
Marketing makes it fool’s gold
I know my worth
I won’t argue to make it proof though
God opens doors
I was brought up to raise the roof
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3. |
Big Fine
02:29
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This music never been a hobby, nah
Despite my job, consider this a caveat
My humor drier than a Sauvignon
But you won’t ever see me whine
I know what type of God we got
When I rhyme, I think I’m Basquiat
Still ain’t signed cuz it may cost me lots
I’m too original to copy
Walk like I got God’s knees
Surprised to see I’m 5 feet high
They need a verse, I send an invoice and my IPI
I see they nervous cuz my verbiage always I-C-Y
You know it’s rockets up when I see Wy
Still check for my ego
Cuz the cheat code is it might sneak by
Scholarship still ain’t a quite fee ride
Type A with my planning for expansion of a Type B vibe
Feel like a stanchion cuz I like neat lines
Plus got some vinyls up on Bandcamp
If you like me, buy
We getting after this time
I’m just really here to get it crackin' and spit rhymes
I feel immaculate, quit cryin'
Success is lookin good and real attractive
I'm big fine
We getting after this time
I’m just really here to get it crackin' and spit rhymes
I feel immaculate, quit cryin'
Success is lookin good and real attractive
I'm big fine
Yeah
Y’all want the bars or not?
Grandpa told me family really all we got
I know who I am and who I’m strongly not
Those who tryna damn me on the choppin' block
I’m just writin', coolin', drinkin' some sangria
Tryna make some titles, not idols, of all these songs we got
It’s a high note, beholding vinyls in coffee shops
And record spots still run by neighborhood moms and pops
Notification fatigue from comments
Poppin' up with flames and comets
All attention ain’t homage
All them mentions ain’t honest
All them wins ain’t a contest
I’ve thought of what isn’t promised
It’s always pinned on my conscience
I saw what pens can accomplish
Comprehended the process
Saw intents in the fine print
And promptly ended my conflicts
I saw the trends that they wanted
Some of them idiotic
I’m just tryna keep my word
Cuz some objects hinge on a promise
We getting after this time
I’m just really here to get it crackin' and spit rhymes
I feel immaculate, quit cryin'
Success is lookin good and real attractive
I'm big fine
We getting after this time
I’m just really here to get it crackin' and spit rhymes
I feel immaculate, quit cryin'
Success is lookin good and real attractive
I'm big fine
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4. |
Takeover Season
01:27
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Who’s willing to work?
Who’s willing to watch?
I’m tilling my crops while firing all cylinders
I’ma keep it real that sometimes means s
Some of y’all’s feelings hurt
Rather skip a week than spit sum’n weak and give a filler verse
Sins of the father
Come back to visit as his children’s curse
Need inspiration, I bump Dilla first
I made some changes, I might still revert
They ain’t tryna gas me
They ain’t happy cuz they still inert
I periodically table my demons
I got the drive just like Rodeo
They hate for no reason
They draw the lines to try to confine my crayola
Thinking
I ain’t finna shine, they out they mind
I made A’s on my presentations
This takeover season
Just gave me a reason
To count my blessings
Intercessions, pray over me then
Like mama did since I was days old
I’m way over thinking
The wait’s over, we been
On the way, though it’s recent
This takeover season
Just gave me a reason
To count my blessings
Intercessions
Pray so the team win
To say that I’m back on my shit implies that I was off it
Compassion fatigued and writing rhymes feeling exhausted
Ain’t a fan of boxes but I’m thriving in the pocket
Sub-zero winter breeze in this climate of a prophet
I know most entities can’t define us, it’s a process
Of denying inner thoughts environments to keep us hostage
Chain gang, got the DNA of a marksmith
My voice in places that really deserve a charge slip
I voice my prayers like choices made from a hardship
Simone Biles when I come off bars on a hard flip
I feel like Nina but I ate collards not parsnips
I'ma be the same whether I make dollars or not
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5. |
Dark Hours (Bars Count)
02:26
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I don’t write verses for fun
We been out working for crumbs
Til the seeds we planting pay my fees on the first of the month
Those who try to make believe that I don’t deserve it is dumb
Just gimme a beat that got some space to put words to the drums
Just gimme the peace to find my place of encouragement son
I know everybody got some pain that no Percocets numb
Ask me for some tips on knowing worth, just refer to step 1
Gotta love yourself that’s the birth to defer deception
Hard for me to rest when there’s success I prefer to get done
Like making sure y'all nod ya head until you hear vertebrates crunch
Promise y'all I prolly know more verses than sermons and nuns
Delivery low effort cuz this message determined to come
Dark hours, dark clouds
I been keeping track on making bars count
I been keeping track on making bars count
I been keeping track on making bars count
Dark hours, dark clouds
I been keeping track on making bars count
I been keeping track on making bars count
I been keeping track on making bars count
All things considered I’m more blessed than I give credit for
Tryna leave a message in a metaphor
Every time I press record 'til presses hit the record store
Depression’s on my record, sure
Want Franklins but no Eleanor
They be like the truth ain’t lookin' good
Then what you tell it for?
Every innocent defendant sitting in appellate courts
Always been petite just like I’ve known that life is hella short.
Tryna be present in moments I’d like to teleport
You can disagree and still be well-informed
Give the element of surprise the way we weather storms
I say “cry, baby” although it hurts when my fella mourns
Cuz in our weakness God is already strong
Dark hours, dark clouds
I been keeping track on making bars count
I been keeping track on making bars count
I been keeping track on making bars count
Dark hours, dark clouds
I been keeping track on making bars count
I been keeping track on making bars count
I been keeping track on making bars count
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6. |
Going Down
01:09
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I been the ruler of my medulla
The miseducated don’t hire tutors
My higher power been my approver
So I don’t cower with my maneuvers
Spend hours behind computers
Recording haikus that you would need
Scuba divers to scoop up
And soak it up like a loofah
I’m on they neck like a crew cut
I’m special just like a 2 for 1
And shaping up to be a theorem there’s no prior proof of
Y’all might think y’all Pythagoras
But can’t squeeze me in quadrilaterals
Thinking I’m "Never Too Much" like Luther
This ride come in packages just like Uber
Lies can seem beautiful when the truth sucks
I did the work, so I never knew luck
Stayin' in motion, I’m never too stuck
Asking me bout my new stuff
It’s piles of ashes in booths bruh
I been bumping Moonchild in miles of traffic next to trucks
Won’t let em gas me or trap me, I’m feeling happy now
I’ll just go delicatessen if they got rap beef, how
I work my issues on tracks, I’m still an athlete, wow
To say it crafty, I’m rapping laps all around these clowns
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7. |
Go To Work
02:38
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Young, gifted, and black
Labor of love spittin' when my tongue kissin' the track
Iterations of Fantastic just like Slum Village, in fact
Some opinions make you feel it in yo umbilical
Flow just might become mineral
Still wish em well while stress gets bottled
Got my assignment first, then the lessons followed
The poster child to never bend, you’d rather tri-fold
My scientific method is repetitions inside goals
Keep moving purposeful until the curtains close
And make it personal to see the worth in other earthly souls
I promise
I been quite honest, iconic friends symbiotic
In my process understand that
It don’t look quite like it sound like Giannis
Put in the hours, I’m polished, my job is work still
Gotta keep a sense of how your words feel
Every day I’m grounds-keeping my turf
So whether or not I post
I know my worth and every verse real
And it don’t stop
And it don’t quit
And we gon rock
And we won’t sit
Cuz it don’t stop
And it don’t quit
We keep it goin, keep it goin
Cuz we on it
And it don’t stop
And it don’t quit
And we gon rock
And we won’t sit
Cuz it don’t stop
And it don’t quit
We keep it goin, keep it goin
Cuz we on it
In-telligent rhetoric
Show the devil no reverence
Pedal to metal
And only settle for excellence
Treble to pedestals
Know there’s levels to everything
Speak with intention, I wrote this careful since 17
9 to 5 couldn’t bury dreams
I been tithing and sharing things
Instead of giving credit or bread
They silence and dead the scene
Fuck an algorithm
Bitch I’ll McGuyver to get it seen
Now the pressure’s on 'em like I’m prescribing Nifedipine
They skin is thinner than peels or rinds from nectarine
They try to flip it like Phyllis Hyman on records
I kill a rhyme with low effort
I’m in my prime it’s whatever
Let’s shift this climate for better
Demystifying our stressors
I’ve learned a lot from a quote or five minute lecture
Life gon' life and care not what timing is better
Life is bright when applying kindness to gestures
I suggest ya
Take your light and go let it shine without measure
And it don't stop
And it don't quit
And we gon rock
And we won’t sit
Cuz it don’t stop
And it don’t quit
We keep it goin, keep it goin
Cuz we on it
And it don’t stop
And it don’t quit
And we gon rock
And we won’t sit
Cuz it don’t stop
And it don’t quit
We keep it goin, keep it goin
Cuz we on it
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C-Red
Emcee | Songwriter | Groove Creator
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