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ALMS
03:38
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It's TRUE||FORM y'all
Bold aggression, yo they holdin' the coldest weapons in
Stolen elections; exercising voter suppression by
Controlling all the zoning, ring of red around the rosiest of
Real estate - how oxymoronic, when the deed is fake
Depleted streams of revenue, who left to eat the cake
We gon' take, retrieve and repossess the West and East of Lakes
Bleed and break the neck of every rat; we never feed a snake
That sev'rance pay done sealed the fate of every cheap-skate
Yo, you free to wait around for that allowance, but it's
Loud and crowded on the battleground of the endowment, so
The self-sufficient is shiftin' the countenance of prowess to
Position right the angle and sustain a daily balance, bruh
Achieve and keep the equilibrium commensurate
Buddhist-style; breathe and be the healing of the sicknesses
Boost the mood; feed the leadership within the syndicate
Truth to power, speak it even if it's inarticulate
Behold the bounties, sow the seed receive the benefits
Growth and maturation; evolution of the genesis
Method execution - distribution of a god's gifts
Obviously genius is the genus of the generous
Perfect production for construction of the conduit
Annunaki channelin' the conscience of the postulant
Doctor Hamurabi chop the hand of all the robbers, send the
Coppers off proper, we got this shit
Giving, up is not an option for the broken-down, it's
No time for slowing momentum, continue holdin' out and
Giving, everything you got to the resistance
Fire in defense of the defenseless, any mis
Giving, over what the scope of work consists of
Raise a hand; put a fuckin' fist up; listen cuz
Giving, in is not an inevitability
Some go reluctantly and others willingly
No sunset provision we dripping with tears, blood, sweat
Expiration among death gripping, we ain't done yet
Flick of the tongue come get Gifted and Young up next
None left, spitting obituary for fun kid
This be like the sequel to my people wanting seconds
The verbal essence and message I left it up to the heads
And all the haters too
Here's a message: fuck you
Rapping ain't made for everybody, def not you
I'm violent while I'm trying to punch my ticket to the top
Not stopping to catch my breath, the stench of rappers left to rot
Ain't goin' out like that, don't ever be doubting that fact
Thought I was washed? I'm not. Now you're dying to run it back
Yo, we move it past 'em no need for permission never asked 'em
Skippin' a dap with emcees who acting like they ain't trying to cash in
Multi-syllabic while the rest of y'all basic chanting
Thanks for throwing us on the bill, but we snatching up all your fans
And advance the circumstance from streaming to spinning wax
Gifted would snap, give it a pass, another day you'll live to rap
Keep wandering off if you gone threaten my moms
I'm spilling it all, I ain't giving a fuck, it's No Holds Barred
Unless you… back the fuck up and shut the fuck up, you acting stupid
Public apologies and handing back Miller's royalties
Keep it moving, I honestly hope you keep improving
But I ain't going back with you I'm making real movements
Giving, up is not an option for the broken-down, it's
No time for slowing momentum, continue holdin' out and
Giving, everything you got to the resistance
Fire in defense of the defenseless, any mis
Giving, over what the scope of work consists of
Raise a hand; put a fuckin' fist up; listen cuz
Giving, in is not an inevitability
Some go reluctantly and others willingly
Yo come on
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2. |
TRUE-ISMS
03:26
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Don't cry - dry your eyes
They say the grass is greener on the other side
OD off the white Gregory Hines, forever my
Lines are indelibly spit in the spirit of '79
Legacy livin' in Gifted; a premonition
Predicted by the mystics - sleep in and miss it, or
Arise to the Priory of Scion - fire inside 'em
We not the type to sign up to carry the lightest item
Orcas to Rikers Island; we fortifyin' a
Frontline to FIGHT precisely when the time's right
The Glock strikes nine - top of mind is
Achievement of the apogee, see we gon' reach the acme
The pinnacle, the maximum - the last degree
Mas-tery of avarice - magic of the majesty
Maverick out to pasture, that's appropriate surroundings
A captive of the open seas; a phobia of drowning
Parochial persuasion laid the work to ground the boundaries
Spatially aware of evil aliens around me
Jet City Freeze in effect, negative seventy
Degrees; endlessly kept wet - it drip incessantly the
Free Press retreat, left for better scenery, it's
Definitely greener on the East Side
Fetch, pretty please - all pets possess the pedigree
The step giddy-up and the vet collect the treasury
The redress repeat; sheep, they sleep restfully
It's way more steady on the West Side
We goin' minin' for that Hope Diamond
Ain't no denyin' how the folk grindin - a loaded 9 inside the
Coat linin' the brightest minds will thrive in any kind of
Environment ever-striving to arrive at enlightenment
I found a portal to a parallel world
Followed a pharaoh in and gave the carousel a whirl
Pearl shell glisten - get the essence of the sheen back
Gleam, Black! Everything is everything, Facts
It's TRUE||FORM we envision a break from mental prison
Listen and fight against division building a better system
Whether or not we grow up, we riding with those who know us
Way before the blow up, making the bandwagon throw up
We close enough to sure enough
Shoring up what's been holding us
Back in the belly of the beast, no concern for defeat
Devil should watch what he eat, he need a Pepcid AC
We parasitic boring out through the feet, no sleep
To each his own, but I think that resting is weak
I'm filling the fist up with the crystal if it's fit for it B
I'm throwing a fistful if you dissing either me or my team
I'm filling the pistol if you testing rest in peaceful decease
I confess, I obsess over the world in my possession
Symbolism is the individual in genuflexion to the blessed son
Torch passed by KRS-1, take it to the grave
Ain't ever gone be a next up
Jet City Freeze in effect, negative seventy
Degrees; endlessly kept wet - it drip incessantly the
Free Press retreat, left for better scenery, it's
Definitely greener on the East Side
Fetch, pretty please - all pets possess the pedigree
The step giddy-up and the vet collect the treasury
The redress repeat; sheep, they sleep restfully
It's way more steady on the West Side
Jet City Freeze in effect, negative seventy
Degrees; endlessly kept wet - it drip incessantly the
Free Press retreat, left for better scenery, it's
Definitely greener on the East Side
Fetch, pretty please - all pets possess the pedigree
The step giddy-up and the vet collect the treasury
The redress repeat; sheep, they sleep restfully
It's way more steady on the West Side
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3. |
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Yo yo, Gifted Youngstaz, Fro
Gifted Youngstaz with the A-F-R-O spittin' abundance
For my Latino and black poetry
The potency be the woe is me odyssey known to be hotter
No overthrowing a body I body any kind of emcee
I be the mic creator, the troubled son mastermind
Be the spine breaker, I run and gun to pass the time
Must annihilate you, the one to turn the rapid fire
Be the crime caper, must be the one to rationalize
Only plan attack when you ready for the battle and saddle up
Matter of fact when I'm steady to the channel
I'm able to beat any criminal, I'm capable I be the interlude
Between the album the thought I could savor the truth
But I can't speak for anybody that not me
When I'm in the ring I dance around like I'm Ali
The confidence is immaculate, you can see the opposite
I be the fantastic, fabulous type of honorary
This for the brothers that locked up, no commissary
I leave you rappers blocked up for the contrary
Three shots on the eve of the autumnal equinox
Each of these effectively projected out the speaker box
Equally productive at destructing the elitist bloc
Peace, Ahk - let the rhythm hit 'em in they sweet spot
Aiyo feeling the feelings, revealing truths unappealing
But still my will dealing with competing in public speaking
Said I'm never enough? I call bluff, then I shut 'em down
Gifted - crown jewel of the mother fucking Puget Sound
Aficionado of spittin' gold - El Dorado
But I rip the beat to pieces, I'm stickin' it like staccato
I'm thinking that something is coming, I'm ready to fund it
I'm goin' a hundred, I'm runnin' to summit
I'm fucking the "what if I try and I plummet?" Cause if it could be done
Then I already done it bitch
Aiyo I'm coming without fear
Heart got smashed comeback player for all years
For all ears, it doesn't matter the talent
Cause hard work paid off, I'm at the top of the planet
What up to grassroots, we spitting clinics like classrooms
Read rhyme science in the lab and I'm breaking the glass tubes
Rap roots deep, we spitting for all peeps
But I kill it, distilling pure shit. And that's all, peace
Three shots on the eve of the autumnal equinox
Each of these effectively projected out the speaker box
Equally productive at destructing the elitist bloc
Peace, Ahk - let the rhythm hit 'em in they sweet spot
Yo, some kids would kill to be in prison
Others suffer from the ills of individualism
I don't know which one is worse in furthering this division
But words of wisdom said to work with what I was given, that's
A dollar and a copper pot to piss in; memories of my
Mama sobbin' after my noggin' went lost and missing
The saga not gon' stop by definition - young author got a
Pen and documented how he was made in his father's image
This lil' knockoff Basquiat's still not finished
Had it poppin' for a hot minute, then lost interest
I thought I had the oddest sense of artistry, but
Honestly I hadn't properly dealt with a lotta ignorance
False witness, born strong, trademark
Dark minimalism; it's long winters, but the promise of
Dawn's imminent, I'm in the wrong business
On and on until another song's written
Stock clip licking
Three shots on the eve of the autumnal equinox
Each of these effectively projected out the speaker box
Equally productive at destructing the elitist bloc
Peace, Ahk - let the rhythm hit 'em in they sweet spot
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4. |
WOLFCOOKER
03:27
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We heat it up, kid
We heat it up, kid
We heat it up, kid
We get the pot hot; yeah we heat it up, kid
Yeah, I'm going back to god is it my final visit
Equivocally, vividly spitting. But y'all don't wanna listen
Honestly on a mission, to verbalize this condition
My visions lifted, it's Gifted, there ain't not competition
There ain't even opposition, I've just got to drop the wisdom
Similar to living bitching
I'ma carry on tradition
Spittin' with RA Scion, said Mikey you keep an eye on
A sixteen line I'm bringing it past the pylon
Thinking we can all agree, Gifted is an anomaly
Killing me with a bottle but filled with the pills you're swallowing
Never said to follow me, I'm only spitting knowledge see
A problem with all 'em balling farther than they wallets reach
What's in it? It's finished. I'm brining it back to triple digits
I'm thinking that rap's bringing it back, to it's humble beginnings
Big shoes to fill, but it ain't a problem; no small feat
From Common Market Live sans Sabzi to Mobb Deep
So bring forth the diadem; I been tried
Time and again - trying to survive the lion's den
The rearrival of the prodigal son, yo they
Say the day of the Promised One has come; it's a lot of them
Yo we do need a messiah though, it's evident we
Hell-bent on not dying; life's irrelevant
Deeply indebted to the means and methods of the
Machinery, man I'm thinking we should rethink things
We get the pot hot; we heat it up, kid
We get the pot hot; we heat it up, kid
We get the pot hot; we heat it up, kid
We get the pot hot; yeah we heat it up, kid
Here's how to cook a wolf in an endemic, the
Finish line's close, it's no time for roastin' pigeons - I'm
Picking the bones of a piglet with ya; get the picture
I'm pitching a fit - fork in the fist - a fifth of this formula's
Fixed firm in the other, my brother - you finna GIT it; the
Full effect of this furor; hot lead for the Fuhrer's head
As good as dead are the judge and juror - ain't no
Ketanji Brown about to conjure down a dormant dream in
Subconscious of an orphan trying to slide up in-between 'em, I
Been designing my defenses since the age of nine, and I'm
Admittedly confined to my offensive sensibilities
Timelessly cemented to resentment; shit is killing me
The inability to "let it go" is so
Inimical to growth, it's so difficult to go within the
Skin that I am in; it's like a mix of hydrogen and nitrogen
I might emit a nauseating noxious scent, so please
Pardon me - I'm just following the courses charted by the
Party of The Commies; all the monuments are toppling
The arsonists have gone and bombed a Pottery Barn
Oh, the atrocity! For god's fucking sake, go 'head and martyr me
The resurrection is deferred indefinitely
I expect some hesitancy in accepting the
Executors pathetic explanation for sequestering the
Jester left to take the blame for the death of Coretta's King
So bring forth the diadem; I been tried
Time and again - trying to survive the lion's den
The rearrival of the prodigal son, yo they
Say the day of the Promised One has come; it's a lot of them
Yo we do need a messiah though, it's evident we
Hell-bent on not dying; life's irrelevant
Deeply indebted to the means and methods of the
Machinery, man I'm thinking we should rethink things
We get the pot hot; we heat it up, kid
We get the pot hot; we heat it up, kid
We get the pot hot; we heat it up, kid
We get the pot hot; yeah we heat it up, kid
We heat it up, kid
We heat it up, kid
We heat it up, kid
We get the pot hot; yeah we heat it up, kid
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5. |
AFFIRMATIVE
03:04
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Yo, who lied and said I am
Step to this and get these fifty-something-year-old hands
I'll put 'em on ya - brother I am sick and no it's not with no pneumonia
No it's not no COVID or no strain of the corona
No it's not the Crohn's, that's a bogus diagnosis
Fed a line of bullshit - dietary focused
Immuno-suppression my intestine go corrosive
GMO's ingested 'cause I guess they couldn't grow shit
Fore the farmers sold to corporate ownership
Field fail to yield; CEO go home with bonuses
Sharecroppers gotta get a loan - oh here we go again
Back up on the tractor with a hatchet and a hoe, bitch
No it don't quit - all my folkers know is this
Stewards of the land North of Eden, where the snow's thick
Dig through the drifts just to throw feed and shovel shit
That's a backwards hustle; take a bad debt and double it, uh
Tobacco planters never learned to manage money
Just to hold a hand out, take advantage of a subsidy
From 'Bama to Virginia, Kansas and Kentucky
This America The Beautiful is truly fucking ugly
It's ugly
It's ugly
It's ugly
America The Beautiful is truly fucking ugly
It's ugly
America The Beaut shit, fuck
If you're trying to get by and do the best you can
To earn a dollar lemme hear you holler: YES I AM
If you humble and behaving like a guest of this land
In respect of the ancestors? Say: YES I AM
Be you bisex, gay, lez, queer, or trans
Am I here for your protection? HELL YES I AM
It may never take place over my lifespan, but
Am I sure the change is coming, cousin? YES I AM
I could never recognize the whack shit
Doesn't matter if they bubble in the cut or getting a bag
Something about this kid, could route this biz
Could finally amount to some shit, with or without that vid
Yo check it, America the beautiful is looking foolish
Class of the rulership's poly theatre for the viewership
But who's to think? Living the tutelage of consumers
The humor's often ruined, reduce 'em to call 'em boomers...okay
Knowledge and wisdom is universal
But it takes some maturation to move us into the future
That's not to say the youth is, completely fucked up and useless
If only a little ruthless from being born with these bruises
I get it, cause I was born with them things too
And man I let it, fuck around with my head too
And if you wanna keep going down that path? That's cool
Just know that wrath ain't ever gonna be brining you back that truth
Yeah, it's brining you back that truth
Just know that wrath ain't ever gonna bring you back that truth
It's brining you back that truth
It's brining you back that truth
Just know that wrath ain't ever gonna bring you back that truth
If you're trying to get by and do the best you can
To earn a dollar lemme hear you holler: YES I AM
If you humble and behaving like a guest of this land
In respect of the ancestors? Say: YES I AM
Be you bisex, gay, lez, queer, or trans
Am I here for your protection? HELL YES I AM
It may never take place over my lifespan, but
Am I sure the change is coming, cousin? YES I AM
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6. |
BELL RINGER
03:31
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Yeah limited issue this could miss you if you wish to plead the fifth
I'm living to spit it a little bit if it is evident you been delivered a gift
Sophisticated with the fist, catch the fade
Swinging to eliminate anyone, any way, D.W.Y.C.K. with the lemonade
Anyway levitate; I might be filling this up on the litmus
Test with the villainous, I could deliver it
If you believing it, you be the reason it's finally the season
I'm letting it breathe and I
Hold up
Like Dilla we spittin' with donuts
I'ma be repping the Philippines. Show 'em we iller, Cebu to Manila we
Coming in peace, it's dripping right out of your cheeks
I'm watching the money increase with the public release of my rhymes on a beat
Feeling the freedom, to bite off the hand that be feeding 'em
Remember that I made you relevant I took you places that you should have never went
Kooky Shabang, I'm on my A-game
Top recruit; two shots to shoot if you improve your aim
TRUTH
Work the key, become the master of your freedom
Never have to ask permission and you never need a reason
Pull up, you got the green light - bust it if it seem like the
Right thing - got the clean sight - let it ring like:
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
Bobby Sakaki in the lobby, dog
Got in with the cloned FOB; product of the Drone God
Bros know the "code" of these streets lead 'em to amazon
Shifty like the condominium sands - you standin' on
Shaky ground, close to the edge, dead indigenous
F. eugenics, I give 'em the business from the genesis
Twenty one jump, never had a J to save me
Practiced on the cross, holy Roman chattel slavery
Chain gang, gang - hang ten - here go the main event
Channeling the flow of the ancient Mesopotamian, I'm
Scramblin the code of the sacred message of aliens
A transcribed text, verbatim: the death of Damien
A dirge for the deceased, gee - will you remember me
After all the numbing of the pain with gin and Hennesy
Heightened sensory perceiving hypersensitivity
Ignorance and innocence are tied inextricably
You with me, g? Holler if you're here to move the needle
Tear the root of evil out the shallow groove; it grew illegal
Who's a true believer; prove it to the people - do the distribution
Equally, or we will get what's due us non-peacefully
Mega Umesha in my prospects
Holder of a couple golden shiny metal objects
Setter of another dozen records at the contest
Post-game speech blew the speakers out the Fostex, yeah
Talk slick and as clever as a fox gets
Translator lost - shit was taken outta context
Deep fake; lip readers racin' out the complex
Come to find the head coach made a phony bomb threat, ha
Madhu Chedda what's the matter witcha?
Thought I had your data trackin betta
Shoulda been and bagged a win and had your signature affixed to the agreement
Now we Super-beefin - thru with workin' weekends, fuck it
Yo, Kooky Shabang, I'm on my A-game
Top recruit; two shots to shoot if you improve your aim
TRUTH
Work the key, become the master of your freedom
Never have to ask permission and you never need a reason
Pull up, you got the green light - bust it if it seem like the
Right thing - got the clean sight - let it ring like:
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
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TRUE||FORM Seattle, Washington
RA Scion is a Kentucky born emcee who became one of the most notable members of the Northwest Hip-Hop scene through his work with producer Sabzi as Common Market. Gifted Youngstaz is an up and coming emcee who shocked Seattle's music community when he, as a relative unknown, finished among Travis Thompson, Lil Mosey and Raz Simone as a finalist in Crane City music's Seattle Hip-Hop awards 2018. ... more
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