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jesse james solomon - medusa lyrics

[verse 1: jesse james]
i see myself look into my past to answer chance from my future
its a cold stagnant ball room when you dance with medusa
apart from her boudoir look to the stars and the moon and the whole city sub luna
the end is near can’t be getting much sooner like
half the f-cking city got tumours
it’s not a coincidence that this city’s where doom lives
same old sh-t just a different day and i’m so tired
the secret to rhyming is just to know timing, i know time
i know time, time is all i am
time gave me the plan and now its time to be the man
free my n-ggas out the box man, time is all they have
like clockwork, done with the days of putting in block work
they asked why i stared writing rhymes?
i said ‘coz i’ve got time and i’ve got words’

[verse 2: jadasea]
f-ck this life we living yeah we far from truth
rather spit and its quick limit starve your father too
and your favourite light, you ain’t made to make it make it through
just make it basic living had to buss a case (?) because of beef we’re given
it was written at the bottom of basin by a black fist
scr-ping for the base sh-t, literally
picture me beyond trap and rap and write obituaries
it’s all f-cked up from my position ain’t no victory
victoria, elizabeth don’t let me near the b-tch
she don’t want to hear this sh-t my mom told me be nice
not till they free mine, so i stay weed high
we’d have done the speed dial but i don’t need to talk much
they don’t need to hear now i fear foul
players come to peak i need to clear out round my way
i need a strap, i need a spliff, got a beer out
90 days of food for the year out survival of the quickest
in the city where you stuck to the pavement ain’t no pity
for them n-ggas in the bas-m-nt, we need more time
for the wisdom of the ancients at least more time
for their consideration one hand raised in my inauguration
other hand raise but they ignore the patience
and that’s the story of our time so make time slow and rhyme stories on these dime hoes
on these dime hoes

[verse 3: jesse james]
i was 14 dotting bennies on the block
there was just something bout the ends it’s like a henny on the rocks
i rolled a j-lo like are you ready are you not?
i rolled a j-lo nothing like jenny from the block
just me and dezzy in the spot breaking a z into a (breath)
tell the worker come get it put these pebble in your sock
and come for retail need a better way to cut the cloth
better way to get a wave and better better what i’ve got
coz the blocks hot and the roads are icy
so with his first check he bought heat and froze his time piece
from the bits where tourists don’t go to sight see
home it might be

- jesse james solomon lyrics

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