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Lawnmower
04:02
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I’m making noise like a lawnmower
spit ‘til the dam(n) flood,
maybe call Noah
write ‘til I drop dead
‘til I roll over
roll over Beethoven
it's a tall order
but I got Dutch in my veins
so maybe I can do it
I munch through the pain ‘til it tastes good, chew it
like Chewbacca chewing a shoe sucker
leather, no tougher than this
but my teeth glide through it like butter
melting on a hot day
Adam made out of the clay
so that he would play
music and pray
to the glory of God
tell the story of God
pop music, a rod
to point the way for the mob
who are lost on the atlas
mapless, no tactics
these little rats is
cogs in the ratchet
am I no different?
wasting my sibilance?
Lord help me make that better music of deliverance
Lawnmower.
no millions to my name
no minions to my aid
the mission stays the same
to decorate the page
commemorate the rage
from the years that I slaved
for nothing, so it seems
will I ever get paid?
for all the art that I create
sufficient for the time it takes
religiously I allocate
hope when it's in short supply
to dreaming of the day I rise
to work without the hows or whys
no need for any alibis
no shame remains in giving time
it’s all I have to give
in giving it to this, I live
the genie knows my only wish
is to breakout free from all this ish
breakthrough! Lord I pray right now
I pray for me and all crowd
Lord knows I love the crowd
everybody move your spirit as you sing it loud
let the heavens open, look up as you’re kneeling down
and maybe you can see it with him, peeping through the clouds
either way, I'll see you around
Lawnmower.
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give me love, I won't bring trouble
when you crush my spirit, I double
my rate in trying to make this bubble
to keep me safe from the words you mumble
all they do is hurt and stumble
until my stomach it starts to rumble,
not from the hunger but the stress and struggle
don't bring my mind and my heart to rubble
maybe next time I won't keep it so humble
I’ll make it in the wilderness, george of the jungle
I’ll make it in the lions' den, and even the fire, then
when you try to make me bow again, I won't be cowering
'cause I'm back on solid ground again
oh yeah yeah yeah he back around again
quit frowning
maybe being me isn't being he
I’ll say it louder then
you push me right to the floor in my own home
but I'm looking ahead as I crawl
no matter what my ratter tatter makes you gather
about my motives or my manner,
you can put your findings on a banner
I got work to do, I am the track slammer
let me get back onto it, time for me to beat the batter
I could beat the badder muso in a second, flatter myself
writing a radder verse about the talent ladder
I've climbed it at a half step at a time,
and all I hear when you whine is jabber jabber
jabber jabber...
can’t trust a jabber from a liar like Jabba the Hut
and few big hairy men got the balls to truly be nuts
and you don’t carry them, sorry but the door is shut
locked from the inside, this is something you can’t touch
can’t rub a genie lamp to make you a genius
I’m taking passion from my previous
failure while weaving this mischievous rhyme
bitter as lemon, sweet as fudge...Cornelius
I'mma be me, mean me, no concealing it
you push me right to the floor in my own home
but I'm looking ahead as I crawl
no matter what I do
it won’t be right for you
so I’m gon' see this through
‘cause life is what I choose
no matter what I do...
give me love, I won't bring trouble...
give me love, I won't bring trouble
when you crush my spirit, I double
my rate in trying to make this bubble
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3. |
Worth It (feat. Robsco)
04:55
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I’m beaten down by all the things I didn’t do
and time moves faster now than ever before
but don’t give up on me, I still got love for you
just give me time, and you’ll see what I can become
open fire,
the bullets I spray
bring life to the grave
and reshape the hardest clay
it's hard to say,
I'm some kind of a preacher
but even if I reach a person
out of a hundred, I'm satisfied,
and glad to meet 'ya
could it be the purpose for life,
to speak words that ignite
love in all people alive?
as just one firefly in a million lights,
we gotta a lot to get through so everybody gotta
nibble and bite
dribble and strike
fight for the meek with a might
fierce as an eagle in flight
climb up the steeple tonight
the view so regal, a sprite
lit like a flame in the sky
get out the string and the kite
and let it freely alight
until the tears wet the eyes
that have been swollen but dry
breathing the smoke from the pipe
they're blowing rings to entice
the core of the person into thinking
maybe they don't deserve to be living
and breathing, and acting
with freedom of mind
I’m beaten down by all the things I didn’t do
and time moves faster now than ever before
but don’t give up on me, I still got love for you
just give me time, and you’ll see what I can become
it's taken me a little longer,
longer than it should have
I wish I could do it all again,
I wish I could have
done it first time with the benefit of hindsight
I never would have carried all my gear that night
I never would have doubted super powers, powers on the mic
powers give a superhero power for hours to fight
cowering at my towering height, it's flowering time
bees circling the trees at the knees, devouring mine
swollen, thinking is it all worth it?
I can't smell the roses no I don't deserve this
I deserve the cheddar but I don't like the taste of diary
I guess that's fairly scary to parents who are trying to carry
the weight of a son who lost his life to music
in a world where it's not a currency of monetary uses
am I living too close to the nooses?
maybe winners are the losers,
but who chooses?
I don’t know what to say or do,
I don’t know...
I’m beaten down by all the things I didn’t do
and time moves faster now than ever before
but don’t give up on me, I still got love for you
just give me time, and you’ll see what I can become
credits
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4. |
Love My People
03:52
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when I was a young man I found nothing better,
than that sweet taste of victory when working on the letters
the notes of the chords bring me riches I could never afford
transforming digits of my hands into jewels I adorn
picture the pictures between the lines of the scriptures
written on walls, corridors for saints and sinners
I've been up, down, around and soon as she gone I miss her
nothing like the melody for mending madness in the mirror, no
I will never stop until that moment I’m a Lazarus
for the second time he died, much more than a paralysis
if music is the medicine, please tell me where the magic is
tell me where the magic is?
tell me, do you have it? is
Chris the man to bring it back?
Messiah of that rock and rap
defending us when clones attack
with weapons firing ratatatatat
rising from the ashes I’m always able to bring it back
stay on track, ‘cause my friends are keeping contact
far far from here
in joy or tears
no matter what life brings
I love my people the most
even if it’s been years
through my dreams and fears
you always got me, keeping me close
no matter what life brings
I know I’m gonna sing about it
yeah I’ll sing it for you (and you)
and if the sun don’t shine today, or never again it’s cool
‘cause I know just what you’d tell me to do
I’m on a mission to make
cash with the Casio
never stopping, no never faking
I bash with a brutal flow,
turning bricks to rubble as ancient fortress cave in
a slave when engravings bring the days end
before any sleeping beauties get the chance to be awakened,
I’m saving the moments in a memory stack, for the future of many
‘cause any attack from enemy ranks, aliens, demons and corporate banks
could never rid me of the love to make music and rap
alive by the grace of the Lord of the boom bap
try to flood pipes, giving new life
some meaning and purpose to old taps
‘cause they’ve been running for years, while
I’ve been writing through hopes and fears
but a moment with one of my peers
and in a matter of seconds it clear
we were meant to stick together
even if in spirit
while we’re living in places with different weather
far far from here...
that’s how the story goes
two friends who found a home in Cape Town
making no doe at all on flows
but still we're making gold
and tearing up the shows
far far from here...
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