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A long time ago fore the rap game started
I was living in my dads ballsack, ready to rocket
My moms knew the minute I popped the egg
my pops was egging on a star, no false prophet
Out came the child breakdancing on 4s,
the umbilical happened to look like a mic cord, light pause
at 14 he would write 4s, steady moving to 8’s over groovin’ with bass laid over nice chords
Never was great with them teachers
matter fact fuck all them blackboards and whitewalls
White teacher told me thought I belonged in a psych ward,
I think I belong with black thought and Phife dawg
Look at me now, looking kinda different isn’t he?
Nah same dance and same song, but different city
Other than that I got money but I’m still that same brown baby
still rap willy nilly
Yeah I keep it real but I still keep the movie on
Rappers build community centers and keep the Gucci on
Loving the same bitch for a decade and leading groupies on
Sex workers paying for they daughters by slanging WOOP WOOP
(That’s just life though) yeah that shit’ll keep you humble
My homie almost beat his depression and then he fumbled
Trapped in his own liquor locker to blocking everything out l
ike old heads sayin’ new rappers just mumble
Yeah yeah, ok boomer
Keep your ear closed, back to old jay boomer
Take your mixtape, to your own grave, boomer
What’s the date? we might have to get a bouquet sooner
Cuz I ain’t rockstar, I’m a craft worker
I got a tax number, i don’t brag if the bag Berkin,
we don’t flash unless lights go off like bag service
In two or three years might just have a fucking flat-purchased
I don’t know…
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Hazy Days
02:15
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I give my soul to the people
I give my soul to the people
I give my soul to the people
I give my soul
I share my soul with the people
I share my soul with the people
I share my soul with the people
I share my soul
My mind is stranded, surrounded by metaphorical puns
I live through melody, memories and I melt in the sun
Shouts to my people, ‘cause they know how it’s done
Pen to the paper, catch you later – and before it’s begun,
I am the greater instigator, the machine to the gun,
I write it back to the front, right to the left like Levant
And you pronounce me bizarre, there’s something missing
Inject it in these bars, I let them channel my vision,
(And so, you) Idealise me like a planet, see me through the system
The ones who understand, they always listen
I’m echoing myself, a comet coming from a distance,
The sun, the moon, the stars I watch them glisten,
The sum and my division manifest in poems written,
I am one among a hundred million more, I am an atom to the core
It means, for instance, I have seen this place before
My body’s been divorced and now my soul is a metaphor
For being prisoner at war with the whole
And with this letter I let it remind you
Words will always find you, but never bind you
Like paperback, monster on the track
But my muscle relaxed, I’m tryna check my stash
I’m sure I’m where it’s at, I’m never coming back
Just like you, so sure about my place got nothing to lose
And when they ask you how I did it let this track be the clue
It’s the truth, no confusion, I built the illusion,
The logic refuting what they say…
I give my soul to the people
I give my soul to the people
I give my soul to the people
I give my soul
I share my soul with the people
I share my soul with the people
I share my soul with the people
I share my soul
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Simon Jefferis London, UK
South London based polymath Simon Jefferis has been setting mouths ajar with his expertly-crafted, atmosphere-heavy beats over the past few years. With his reputation as both a talented instrumentalist and adaptive producer steadily circulating through the city’s hip hop undercurrents, 2020 sees Jefferis return to rising label DeepMatter with his debut LP ‘Vibrations’. ... more
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