A new photo and hip-hop lyric, everyday. All photos taken by Karlyle. Enjoy!
I must got an angel, ‘cause look how death missed his ass
Unbreakable, what, you thought they’d call me Mr. Glass?
Look back on my life like the Ghost of Christmas Past
Toys “R” Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash
And I still won’t grow up, I’m a grown-ass kid
Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did
But I’m a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph
Make music that’s fire, spit my soul through the wire
Seems like street lights, glowing, happen to be
Just like moments, passing, in front of me
So I hopped in the cab and I paid my fare
See I know my destination, but I’m just not there
All the street lights, glowing, happen to be
Just like moments, passing, in front of me
So I hopped in the cab and I paid my fare
See I know my destination, but I’m just not there
You can plan a pretty picnic
But you can’t predict the weather
The early bird will get the worm, and drink it with Tequila
You gotta shake it off
cause the lovin ain’t the same
and you keep on playing games
like you know I’m here to stay.
I don’t rap, I illustrate
I don’t paint pictures, I picture-paint
See in my hood, there ain’t really much to eat
Popeye’s on the corner, McDonald’s right across the street
All this talk about guns and the drugs pretty serious
But look at what they feeding y’all, that’s what’s really killing us
Here I am again, again
Overwhelming feelings
A thousand miles away
Your ocean home
Part of me is near
Thoughts of what we were invade
The miles that stand between
You can’t separate no
You’re all I hoped you’d become
Sister, I see you
Dancing on the stage of memory
Sister, I miss you
Six feet under the ground and I still look around
I thought you were my friend, but where are you now?
Hell of a long way from equal is how they treat us
Body of a builder with the mind of a fetus
Turn on the television and see the vision they feed us
And I wish I could erase that, face facts
When I’m in the coupe I feel like I’m in a cocoon
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill, searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on we walk calling out, out again
Never looking down I’m just in awe in what’s in front of me
I’ve been workin’ this grave shift and I ain’t made s***
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky
I swag when I surf
Now watch me surf and swag
Used to work the grill, fatburger and fries
Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many crystal balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to flex for the fogs
Down in Muscle Beach pumpin’ iron and bone
Bumpin’ oldies off my cellular phone
Yeah, bumpin’ oldies off my cellular phone
That’s my best friend, that’s my best friend
Is a house really a home when your loved ones is gone?
I’m kicking rhymes til the A.M. vultures swarm
Rich Forever getting more bands
I just pulled up in a foreign, damn
Look me in my face,
I ain’t got no worries, I ain’t got no worries, I ain’t got no worries
It do not matter
Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
If it ain’t foreign then it’s boring
Real g’s move in silence like lasagna
You don’t know how little you matter
Until you’re all alone
In the middle of Arkansas
Times have changed… and it’s cool to look bummy
I know it’s strange
But my brain’s gone really insane
And I’m off the chain
Sipping on a fifth of the Golden Grain
Ask about me
I’m going bust a move
Rick James
33 chains
Old Chanel
Cruising Biscayne
Top off
That’s a liability
Hit the gas
Boosting my adrenaline
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (Draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
I’m in my happy place posted, I ain’t frown since ’06
I ain’t cried since ’01, my pad like Six Flags and your house is no fun
You can come back to mine though, your friend ain’t cute but it’s fine though
We gon’ end on a high note
I’m a monster, everyday is Halloween
Early to rise, so wake way before daybreak
Meditating on the steps I take
I realize there’s a lot at stake
So I enterprise while trying to stack papes
But I recognize that it ain’t easy
So I organize with my P.N.C
I shatter dreams, like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron’ll be barred from rap
Like Adam and Eve from the garden
I’m carving my initials on your forehead
So every night before bed
You see the BP shine off the boardhead
Reverse that
Oh, it’s just me, myself and I
Solo ride until I die
‘Cause I got me for life
(Got me for life, yeah)
Oh, I don’t need a hand to hold
Even when the night is cold
I got that fire in my soul
I need a fast car, candy coated red
Drive me all night, and park it in my bed
The anticipation arose as time froze
I starred off the stage with my eyes closed and dove
Into the deep cosmos
The impact pushed back, the first five rows
But before the raw live shows
I remember I’s a little snot-nosed
Rocking Cazal goggles and Izod clothes
Learning the ropes of ghetto survival
Peeping out the situation I had to slide through
Had to watch my back, my front, plus my sides too