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khama (us) - rial ('fruits of the spirit' freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
we’re just gonna let this one run

[verse]
aye, what’s god+level rap?
i backslide, y’all peddle back
while y’all level, i’ll settle that
shovel+ready, pat down like a pocket gettin’ tapped (drills)
underground trap (high)
high pressure rock fracture, gettin’ gassed up
this ain’t ’bout no drug rhyme
this about my come+up through my punchlines
let’s rumble, when they land, you know i got it out the mudslide
no green, said they want the smoke, it was a smokescreen
sellin’ out the shows, that was my old drеam
sellin’ out my soul to those who don’t see the bеauty?
no, i’m ghost
you abuse me, known to vanish, magic
how that cloak and dagger had my back with open stab+wounds
i’m lyin’, sound fly but it’s generic
fam good, circle full, and i got peace in my marriage
and i got these people sharing down to molecule exchange
strangers don’t know me from adam, but word is bond like covalence
the thirst for knowledge, insatiable
workaholic, maintainable
ergonomically trainable turnarounds
you claim to prove, make a move, aim and shoot
hang stranger fruit, [?] and fangs sabertooth length
beasts are untamable, but your dreams were attainable ’til that thief that assailed your youth
some people aren’t changed by knowledge when they given
but choose to use what they learn to sound smarter in their ignorance
my heart ain’t in my penmanship, ’cause part of it been less since my cousin died
couple times, i saw him on the other side
other times, i saw him when i bust a rhyme
the trauma’s always low+level, i just learned how to function high and not to cry
fly gracefully, [?]
the libation of four out of five faithful adaptions to match
i’m gunnin’ for it, why wait ’til i tour [?]
my showmanship’s like surviving a tour in iraq
the black foreigner slash nomad forming a path where n0body owns him
and n0body knows him but the old him
i got by off flies, bees, and goatskin
another lie, i’m the blind sheep from the [?]
my novel reads perfectly
the gavel swung down, my skin tungsten, i bleed burgundy
they see first degree, my plea perjury, proceed mercifully
my purpose to breed urgently and dream fervently
i’m nervous, sixteens versus the sentence clemency
now my [?] somewhere between a gun bar line, shots dumpin’
a syringe, give my notebook spine a lumbar puncture with it
hustle with it, function different, [?] distended
when the hunger hit you, stomach thin as a veiled attempt
it get hot as a kettle pot, whistle+blowing ain’t safe
you know the jargon, paperwork [?] like a boiler plate
we pray for angel investors to visit, they leverage interest
i iron out the details that i find the devil in
it ain’t trickin’ if it’s tricklin’, too dang close
i need cash flow to trickle down, it’s too dang slow
elite task+force, specialized, the news vans roll
deep chasms in the class divide, with two sides formed, meet in the middle
peep the subliminals, speak in riddles, style is pivotal
greet you with symbols and innuendo, it’s ethereal
write [?], it stays ephemeral
integral material

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