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james matthew - parish lyrics

our minds would choke
(traphouse mob)
there’s only so much wonder, we can bare
that’s why when you find any wonder whatsoever you dole it out in meager portions, and only then til it’s augmented, and packaged, and pumped
(ay yo trayle!)
through ten thousand pre–ssigned filters
(sh-ll dis)
til it’s nothing more than a meaningless series of lights, while we ride day-in, day-out, going where? powering what?
all tiny cells and tiny screens, and bigger cells and bigger screens, and f-ck you. f-ck you, that’s what it boils down to is f-ck you. f-ck you for sitting there and slowly knitting things worse
(saint james)
f-ck you and your spotlight and your sanctimonious faces and f- fuc- f-ck you all, for taking the ones who ever came close to anything real about anything

man wanna talk up so i let em talk up
but when i’m talking
dumb n-gg- you best lower your tone
member how they talked up
now they don’t talk up
not when there out there all alone
2019 i work in silence
i’m out here doing the sh-t that they don’t
changed mentally
change was meant for me
now they always tell me how much i’ve grown
working outside the box
(outside the box)
not trying to be like one of dem clones
got it on lock, i swear to god
n-gg- imma make it on my own
while you were busy crossing the lines
i was the one busy crossing these zones
see how quick your dog’s change side
how quick they bark you change up modes

n-body buying your sh-t like vlone
swim at saint james now got wet phone
swim at saint james now got wet feet
g-ssing up wronguns, got me kissing my teeth
ones demanding most
always doing the least
only in yard
you ain’t run no street, (yardie)
copping in westfield
south through east
ain’t no juggin, juggin
you a neek, (d-mn)
yea she dutty dutty, she a ming
mucky mucky, can’t be a thing
not when they’re tuggin tuggin, widda sting
outputting o’s and 1’s
like a screen
outputting o’s and 1’s like a screen
locked off the trades
i ain’t tryna get slinged
cut down whatever crops up, it’s like wheat
coupla twigs, get snapped up, you’re weak
double u’s on me for u th-ssa minus
no spots b-tta an antidote forra virus
no scott but imma still turn up at wireless
(pull up reverse)
wait till i get that license
tryna control me like you playin games
thought i was easy man you b-tches so lame
peb likes squashies, pink no white no tray
ended up in ends like parish
saint james

(malcolm x)

do you feel however that we’re making progress in this country?
no, no, no no
i will never say that progress is being made
if you stick a knife in my back 9 inches
and pull it out 6 inches
that’s not progress
you pull it all the way out, that’s not progress
the progress is healing the wound that (the blow) that the blow
and they haven’t even begun to pull the knife out
much less heal the wound
they won’t even admit the knife is there

(saint james)

man wanna talk up so i let em talk up
but when i’m talking
dumb n-gg- just shut up, man
we get em gone cah you nitty
yeah yous a real muck up, d-mn
moving differently from last week no yous onto anodda, bam
now you moving like me this week alla sudden, wam
pink lips, sweet taste, dolly, dots
red lips, black face, golly, wog
talk up now,yous onny, don
hide in plain sight, th-ssa wally spot
plt, that’s bodycon
cla, widda xenon
mle, what we been on
tre, we lock it on
imma f-ckin goat i belong inna pen
imma f-ckin go can’t put me inna pen
now they all washed up, they belong in the thames
what they wish for me, i now wish for them
and my n-gg-s don’t talk just rap
done all dem favours
now i want one back
stay in your lane n-gg- stay on track
donnies all over d’place man so wham, so wham, so wack

- james matthew lyrics

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