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ebony maw
01:34
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someone once told me the grass was much greener
was it Macy Gray or Dumile
false knowledge either way
cause both sides is where them yellow bellied serpents lay
reshuffle these cards its a bad hand of spades
and i been tryna call a misdeal since i seen Emmett Till's swollen face
first place in the war for race
stay studying mysteries
bread crumbed clues to absolve ourselves from this bastardized history
like hot breath to listerine
wipe the slate clean
fuck i know about stability
i was taught to find strength in fragility
diamonds out of dust pearls produced from the obscene
i am quite simply a beautiful thing
born of pressure and erosion
gotta mouth full of locusts
im the 10th plague
mark the front door red but left the back door open
this horse will not be broken and the ebony maw has spoken
a black hole with tetsuo's chagrin
omnivorous never full never content
consuming all that's yours with a Kerry James Marshall grin
vampiric maneuvers this Blade at a blood rave
you infatuated with peons i been studying giants
children of jotunheim
masters of rhythm and rhyme
will not shuck and jive for any crackers dime or dollar
you green like collards i'm a well versed street scholar
from a city of card cracker and car jackers
ain't no mc of my stature
any thought otherwise is ass backwards
objections ain't tolerated
till all my peoples liberated
the world is yours
incarcerated scarfaces
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high rises
01:20
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white supremacy is
our Babies gettin sniped
from atop high rises designed by frank lloyd wright
only to be called mischievous monkeys or thieves in the night
by talking heads on talk boxes to our Umi's horror and the saltine's delight
or that's what it seems to be, to me at least
bared teeth on a sable face is that such a scary sight
whether is be malicious or joyous
the utterances from this maw they stay boisterous
sold lies of eden like reconstruction and the great migration
no wonder we fear the destruction that comes with creation
fraction my soul into pieces, pass em out like grade school valentines
this community my nigga what's yours is mine
and vice versa
these vices might put me in a early hearse but
still the last child of a lost empire
El Dorado's son
lungs of gold
my breath be aurum
and leave the mic in gilded decorum
like fallin leaves in autumn
winter round the way, death be sweet like sorghum
watch your back my nigga
cause the rona won't miss ya if the cops don't lynch ya
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pliskin
01:40
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can't remember the last time i had grass between my toes
fingers dipped into bugler tobacco rolls
spit lost odes akin to dead sea scrolls
tryna keep what's heartfelt close and let that other shit go
detritus to the wind
ink is golden king midas in my pen
given guidance to my peers and to naysayers ill wishins
force fed chitlins
remember shuckin green beans on the white tile of granny's kitchen
wondering when my innocence come up missing
you vying for effortlessness as if effort is something to be ashamed of
claim to had a distain for superiority yet still you remain smug
soiled your beauty, wine stains on an isfahan rug
the chosen one gohan in gildan
tryna reclaim this lost paradise
keep coming up plissken, snake eyes in a game of dice
still crappin out gems and hymns so say my name thrice like beetlegeuse
or candyman
no willy wonka can
satiate this hook handed rage from the liliput mage
you all hearts i'm trump tight in this hand of spades
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shame
02:01
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just a regular nigga
man i don't really know shit
a glorified idiot
regurgitatin' what i've consumed
spewin' knowledge vomit
blow bile till i hock spit
but i'm still learnin' still yearnin'
a used sponge still soakin' it
deep inhales feed my soul while the incense burnin'
belly full of hunger not yet stretched thin
apple antenna channelin'
how i manage this gift i've been given
imposter syndrome lurkin' round corners lynchian
in the mirror like is it me who deserves this
don't want no fame cause people make me nervous
could use the money though to take care of my OG
but my G do not perceive me
no face vagabond
full grown tadpole footworkin' out the pond
prodigal son revolving been gone for eons
spent too much time in the abyss
light barer cravin' darkness
prayin' for some sense of balance
fire walk with me while i spit electricity
soul filled to the brim with good intentions me
ain't seen momma's dreads in a couple weeks
guilt weighin' on my guy shit knocked me off my feet
but its all good though i operate in failure nothin' less than
cause perfection is the ultimate deception
make you feel less than those who sold their souls
fuck niggas co-optin' colloquialisms for internet fame
a small stake in this white man's game
samson without his mane
its a damn shame
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Davis Chicago, Illinois
eastside chicago wordsmith. the Ebony Maw is open.
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