1. |
Chameleon
02:47
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2. |
Instinct
03:43
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Chorus
How we think how we do - Too Fly
Don’t blink make a move- Do or die
How we think how we do - Too Fly
How we think ho we do – Its Instinct
Verse One
La planet Sauvage, I’m in the palace
Kappa tracksuit pants and a snapback of the Dallas mavericks
Rolling in your crib with a tabernacle
Counting collateral tantamount to clap at you
My Avenue to the promenade choreograph
Museum of modern art me and you poles apart
You’re A&R got an electric guitar
I’m not regular my rep on a record will tear you apart
Raised in the era of rappers wearing the Pelle Pelle
Like Helen Keller cant hear or see all the shit you selling
Well-decorated edifice I’m the Kremlin
The mental general peddling words through your regiment
Woo-Hah! Got you all in checking it
Rep the emblem grand Mecca method prophetic epithet
Hundred and ten percent
Unsympathetic, synthetic rappers get lined out don’t give em no credit
Chorus
Verse Two
The blink that killed the eye
The link and chain inside the mind that changed the way we ride
The wave and tide the sands of time
I stand aside deciding my own enterprise
Undefeated one dream and I gotta feed it
I keep my feet in them bigger shoes need to achieve it
Lighting reefer over time on a parking meter
No carpe diem my karma even over the evening
Nighttime get the orthopaedic, spineless demons
Who want to eat of the plate that I made for a reason
Try to see it for what it is, moderate
Not applicable for what my homage gotta be for the kids
Instinct my ink link and give me inklings
On the brink of a big thing give me the business
Slick kid invented my own game like Naismith
Spit it never did it for pay slips
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3. |
Don't Trip
03:14
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Verse One
Pretty voice third down in the end zone
Butter soft tone caramel no Mentos
My memento hand written love note
Riding in a uber through New York no metro
Degree below zero ink in estilo
Pardon my francais don’t throw away the indo
A new team D Rose & Carmelo
Her arm in my elbow, hello hello it’s me
Isley bros record on my stereo
Alternative reality what I’m in it for
In store don’t trip on a short visit
I make it more vivid spirit long distance
It’s all magnetism
So I don’t even need to finish… The lyric
Bumping Digable we cool like that
My girl playing checkmate and got my game on smash
Chorus
Don’t trip girl you oughta know
I’m more excited when you are who you are so tell me
Don’t trip on it x 4
Verse Two
So grateful live in the moment
You like to read my poems too stoic
Try to loosen up you got me tied
Said you need a new love and not sure about us
What’s a boy to do? Four years on twenty-two
Put my first heart on my sleeve in high school
Miles Davis said its 80 percent your attitude
I don’t know math but I need you
Other 20 is me pretending to be complimenting
These other women when my heads still wrapped in your essence
I guess it’s the price you pay
When your frame too fine and you smile my way
If I don’t write it down I might die today
Too dramatic but it happens when the passionate fade
Bumping Digable we cool like that
My girl playing checkmate and got my game on smash
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4. |
Helly
03:06
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Chorus
What you want with it?
I was born with it
My big bro in 96 bumping Cuban Linx
Still rocking Helly
Verse One
Bulletproof padded rap fabric enamoured
My polymers are callous you cats are unimaginative
My appearance on the planet apparent
Way I’m tapping in to other atoms like Nas & automatics
If you didn’t catch it, it don’t matter
I’m nomadic and outstanding like the Gap Band is
Unattached to the fruit of action
Doing it for passion student blue printing language
New standards set with it
A wise man don’t burn bridges until he can part water with lyrics
And I’m swimming, spitting acid at em
Unbalancing your PH level, heavy metals are hazardous
An anarchist put the calibre up on you amateurs
Weak mic handlers wont manage it
No comparison to us your wax tending to rust
Out tracks are platinum slow burn then I’m done
Chorus
Verse Two
Shouts go to Denmark, my pen mark the page where your end start
Trespass here and you leave without the best part
More heart than Phar Lap cardiac acts upon the tarmac
Star running back like Bo jack
Playing two sports bumping too short with a new broad
Spit in cold blood your rap lukewarm
Want a coupon? Get your crew on? Need a few songs?
Rap Don illusion some views and now your roots gone
Fruit on the tree rotten, I don’t drink
But I pop the fucking top off and pour on you morons
Want the sweet shit? skip the pollen
The rap columnist in your monitor, D I ain’t a homonyn
You a myth like Romulus, build a city
And I split it down the middle with Ebonics like Lamont in it
Rap game economist, chump change followers
The dominant crown ruler, B’Boy document
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5. |
Welcome
02:56
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Verse One
The Jason Williams of rap, white chocolate
Style obvious you rappers are not up on it kid
Microscopic fine lens find your rhyme pattern
Dimes on white satin nights for the fly tapping
Doing the doo-wop yo we not dabbing
From Adelaide to Copenhagen where the drama matters
Main attraction shutting down your balderdash
Holding folds of cash for the tracks on wax of which I’m making classic
Dad said make it happen, Mum is proud as punch
Her youngest Son is doing what he wants, whatup
In Cal-I-Fornia for many months
Til I’m courtside with Nicholson twisting blunts
Cut the cigar; skip the lunch, fish to fry so we fix em up
Never kiss and give em back Rex Hunt
Got a rash up on your lip, phoney rappers ain’t legit
Try to spit around here get thrown in to the ditch
Chorus
Your Welcome x 5
God Help them, he can’t help them, your welcome
Verse Two
You welcome, God help them, first name Nelson
Rolling L’s Adelaide to Melbourne
Weldon Irvine records line my shelving
Seldom get a helping hand around a melding pot of felons
Eloquent no telling where your money went
Covenant colour Celtic in origin
Corrupted, cup runneth over your budget
Blunted on reality, while you still mulling
Cover casual, try to play my organ
Then you dealing with my heart and that’s a raw story
Worn it on my sleeve shoulda warned me
My family from Western Victoria, Portland more importantly
According to me there ain’t no rivalry
Trying to live in a society that keep their eye on me
Maybe I can inspire my niece and nephew
Tell them what the best do; let them do their thing so they can be successful
Chorus
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6. |
Understood Feat Kwasi
03:50
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Verse
Put your best foot forward for the people
Try to bless evil be less see through
I’m the easel hold my art up to reach you
The paintbrush I write with and realigning cerebral
Half coat of arms like an emu
Life is a feature no preview depending on how it treat you
Keep moves in my arsenal, with a key
That fit inside the lock that don’t pop like glue
No sequel I’m living once a real dude
With my cousin when he lit a dutch life might give it up
Smoke out depression, I went to more funerals than weddings
As an adolescence what a lesson
What I’m left with, broken memories in my perception
Mirrors that bring in a blurry reflection
Corrected when I heard A tribe Called Quest record
I was 7, that was Gods message
Chorus
Understood, It’s understood
Do what you can and what you should make sure you do it good
(Kwasi)
Reach out for you, Scream out for you
I’m down on my knees I call you x 2
I’m Blessed x 3
Verse Two
I fell in love with Hip Hop not gonna lie
Grew up when I was young fourth son to Pops
Mum wanted me arrived on July 16, 1990
High and the mighty providing my time
Conceived in the 80’s and raised in the essence
Where Jordan became legend open ledger
E for effort, I’m named after Mandela
I was obsessed with Martin Luther King Jr. & Malcolm
Couldn’t understand the flesh
Why the white supremacist want to suppress God it’s a mess
Grandmother was a poet my DNA encoded
With the prose and potential to be potent
Enough about me I need to show em
I woke up in a dream called reality and lived the moment
Thank my omens, owing nobody about to go in
The coping mechanism I was given being spoken understood
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7. |
Chameleon (Instrumental)
02:08
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8. |
Instinct (Instrumental)
02:13
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10. |
Helly (Instrumental)
02:32
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11. |
Welcome (Instrumental)
02:01
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Nelson Dialect Adelaide, Australia
NYC via AUS
Red Apples 45
Pang
Bleu Avian
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