Collasoul Structure

It don’t stop, we shouldn’t either
Surviving chicago winters
can’t freeze with my heater
Anybody can catch it cause COVID got wide
Receivers
On em like the white on Jerry rice or condoleeza
Or on ‘em like them whites from
the comments of Tommy dreamer
Remember, When you take flight
Hands to yourself
Or you’ll get beat up
Working’s a death sentence
and I’ma need an extra comma
when my knee hurts
Playing price tag
It’s a couple hundred, dollars for this t-shirt
But I’m not it
That’s why I go to work still sortin boxes
Compartmentalizing my feelings
But, my gift I keep on stockin
Baby watch him
He gon be somebody before they stop him
Top ten even if, we ain’t on yo top ten
Don’t ask don’t tell
My nigga wear yo mask it’s not going well
Everybody still listening to Kanye west
yes, they’re going to hell
They say all my shoes fire but
why I’m Still broke as hell?
Walking on a,
thin red line and can’t afford the L’s
Shit blew me
How you in the green
Then bleed profusely
Beat ‘em purple
He reset
I think I,
seen it in a movie
Them Infinity wars
How many times we gon even the score?
My word my peace
Some things I should keep in the drawer
Buy so much bullshit That I should keep at the store
But I believe I need it
like that extra shot of….
whiskeeeeyyy
I need more!!

I.B. Fokuz

Still scheming/ but not like those demons that deceived us/ Serve em till the end like Serena/ pleasure to meet ya/ I’m still that fan off the bleachers/ studying the greats just to prepare myself when I reach em/ that cold vein made believers/ now every bar raised high it’s right beneath us/ blame it on per diem/ on why that fire could ever leave em/ we were conditioned for all 4 quarters of the seasons/
Men of gratitude/ dancing on the phattest loops/ running circles round every show boater on the avenue/ we paddle through any wave created by our magnitude/ what could make you think that we were after you/ now they got an attitude/ we were killing stages, they were passing through/
Drunken Monkeee live is who I had to prove/
Who you give your hatting to/ I’ve been picking pickets before I had a crew/ now it’s us they pinning all their ladder to/
see em on the come up/ even the young ones who was among us/ they caught that Holy Ghost when we sprung up/ writing to the sun up/ now they doing there thang and I love it/ had to salute em when they made to the summit/
We made it through the/ Chicago Summers/ a blessing for every number/ after this marinates we got another one coming/ but until then/ just enjoy/