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daylyt – i-95 freestyle lyrics

i mean to make sure we on the same page
i am the rap game’s sage

it’s smoke for all demon time and hysteria
this is the age of aquarius (uh, tap in.)

i know this track gon cost me
i’m here to fold ya / folger without a pack of coffee

black and y’all see, you peons mourn in y’all sleep / morning y’all sleep
i rap for the trap up on the
still ain’t got my acres, i’m amused, cool
soon as this land they finna act a donkey

they said i’d be assed out, don’t ask me bout my past
pantheon in them gated projects
every stare created god steps
it’s footage of figueroa where some horrors walking
the homie lonely 40 provoked her let her free
open legacies, dope, amphetamines
you get the dope and then feds i mean
it’s crazy how the feds come when you feed your spot
politics when you bleed the block, dog flee from cops
still got caught and talked the sh+t was rough
it’ll be ls if you/u f with their crew, they’ll call your bluff
like all this tough sh+t is just crazy
everybody copping choppers but ain’t n0body chopped a… (cop?) you know what? stop right there!
i been in some places where some non blacks looking like they don’t want touch you
just pull my black card out of my green book like f+ck you
i’m built bold watts. we quantum lock without the magnets. i got a real soul
stole kendrick johnson’s organs wrapped in plastic
they for real cold who?
yamaka caps, hog noses, glasses, they for real trolls
…they cut from a different fabric + silk road
the brit milah can’t be a gift of god, i guess that’s just the bar mitzvah be (?) some parts we should replay
we in great times i’m old as ancient paths from nova oblian gotta tie in la lines / ley lines ~ i’m cut from this grape vine
the tribe kushy~shouts out to the wytoosies
we gotta let the facts load
you know all life starts off with black holes
heard me lemme assist you. it’s just you who they grapple up like jiu jitsu. in this mere facade. disobey with the synagogue / sin of god
oh i’m humble, right from the jungle, the blood of christ, k!lled the congo, the pygmy tribe who they crumble
we fumble, we set trip but won’t stumble
the drum role k!lled our drum roll
meet at the pot beef jumbo. crabs in the bucket ain’t gumbo
i’m screaming r.i.p. nip tho. he showed y’all bout bit coin, real crypto / crip tho
you see / c the revolution in progress? digest this info from a skitzo, whoa! ain’t no acting, he back in 6 + 0

repping 60 hoods, alive. when he died? unified 60 hoods
we all neighbours, god gave us talent, prepare we is to inhale this oxygen plot breathing this air, me, us / airmiess

it’s heaven sent. the messiah relevant. we must elevate. empowerment. this time we rise. this one’s for our men

n second chances, new installment, black facts, we all attack
that gangsta thinking, stuck in the past, this is how all men act / almanac
in thug environments, oh we past respect, block, mass reject it
fable, if i sign to a label then it’s akashic records
woo!
it’s time to be brave. someone get ditched. y’all some d. wade sons of b+tches
boy, girl, filler, peep, heat, peep
i could deal with this backlash and we made it through slavery in our black fashion

i’m screaming “more money, more life, christ consciousness.”
babylon with nonsense, i don’t let you hoes stand me up. i don’t mingle with lamias
naw! but if ya know than ya know, n+gga, you knew dis / nudist
the closed / clothed minded is judas, …who gave the jew dis power?
everyone who wore the star of david ring, ain’t been seen since. convince me different. i know these gypsies mission. vaccine: pr+cks be different
and this medical field is an ill game. they said that we didn’t feel pain, remember that?

them racists trolling us. they ain’t controlling us. it ain’t no cure for drapetomania
i take the tobi bus
a koon to y’all but a goon to those on my mission
…it’s the missionary …for those who vision buried…
they wanna know how i got inside. simple… i became a god inside
and now i f+ck with the top crews, some homies hot too. they mad i hit up musa like what’s a mansa’posed to do? get gold. i got you
i’m not you n+ggas out here rapping for dollar signs, i stand for what i need, i see the world through the colonize / colin eyes
they colonies got us high. stuck in the column school k!llers, columbine
i fight through alot of lies, but don’t lay down. a man up n+gga. i must stand up in these times of catotctin (?) prophecies, i know these blocks is watching me
demise seem inevitable when you riding through this test. they tired cause i’m nothing like the rest…

- daylyt lyrics

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