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BESOS
03:43
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Why wouldn't you forgive me for something I never did
Or love me for less than what you'd admit
I found a 40oz in the bathroom at your crib
Wonder why you didn't drink all that shit
One swig for a bum, moved him ass off of the bridge
Lived another day to tell his gift
I've been dealing with some vices I rather not let
Kill my liver, lungs or grab my dick
I can hear the thunder of the mother
Her husband is sick
Sounds of dolphins dying on shore next to fish
I can see the sun imploding summer of '06
Dumb drunk in love, ready to exist
I'm reading books by someone's dead friends
I bend the pages back I love on the bottom ends
Set the book down and set trends
I'm the proof that some mistakes put depth in offense
When I pensive I pen, pornographic vernacular prince
Two shorties shake the shack in back of the benz
30 packs, pack it all in, sell sacks to send Conny and friends
To where they speak Castellano, madre y Mariano
Valle de Santiago by way of Patria Helado
Sweet kisses on our nose will change us forever
If we hold hands and don't let go, we'll be together whenever
Sweet kisses on our nose will change us forever
If we hold hands and don't let go, we'll be together whenever
Bastards on the avenue, call quits after street ball
Settle for sunsets, summer sweets, and recall
Recollection of detention, deferred student loans and speedballs
One world combined of drug habits and detox
I remember AA meetings in South O and Foxhall
It was my babysitter to hear family's failures in reeds raw
Horns players banged heroin
Dying the longest deaths that let hero's arrow send
The barron's theremin, I'm hearin' them
I'm talking Chet Baker, Miles Davis, Charlie Parker, Bill Evans, all them cool cats
To all the jazz giants and dead love, I write for you. I live for you
Sweet kisses on our nose will change us forever
If we hold hands and don't let go, we'll be together whenever
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2. |
CAN I LIVE?
02:17
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I hate my life, I love my life, I hate my life
I hate my life, I love my life
All she wanted was kisses on the mouth
Sister's on the couch, saying something like
She wished she was somewhere sunny, something in the south
She smoked a cigarette, now piffin' the loud, sittin' in the shower thinkin' about rippin' it out
She can't leave, her sister said, "She'll never leave"
Five weeks ago she supposed to be out of this bitch
She said, "Bitch, I swear to god I was supposed to be out of this crib
Why'd you go tell daddy, I was about to dip with Juan and have his kid
Candice can I live
Just once if you did what I want you to did
I could of turned into a butterfly and flew over this shit
Now I'm stuck on this sentence to say, like "I hate you forever"
Call you when I make it through to Lakeview in Denver
It'd be better, cheaper bud, better grub, better weather
Someday I could see us two on the 16 bus together
But for right now I can't say that at all, the hot water cold
Juan long gone, plus his ass on parole
It's whatever, it's honest, it's whatever you want to call it
It's lies that pressed a promise. That carried her Keds to plazas
It's for the future she'll see without the fuckos and wam bams
No more douchey duds to fuck on, she can't stand
The bandstand merely a place to pour port on poor pork
It's a light tan on a fucking a golf course
It's not her truth to being, it's not the coup of BM(W)
it's more a dm left on seen or semen without her pm(s), ya dig
Sweet summer coming but none for the taking
A pandemic perished her plans but Paris wait vacant
While we wonder where our parents ran
We can stan nathan
Fuck it all watch the sun rise from your basement
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3. |
COFFIN
01:30
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Pictures with no frames
Families from flying saucers
Cicadas play the pom poms
I dated coffins
Sweet way to say
I'm used to shade
As an eighties object
I replay pain, paragraphs
My maybes soften
Babies bought in
Then baby I brought back
Nodding to Conny crack
Oochi wally, black wally rap
Nollie back heel, nollie flip flat
Nollie flip your newborn on a piggyback
Conny gone, give me cap
Gas for village
Gas for your children
Bracket their masters in a massive packet of feelings
Take blood from their calves
It's the bastards of buildings
Cap everyone one of their tags
Tag them, tattle I hit them
God of the automatics
Autocratics failed the classless system
Caste benign love
Ask them what's smitten
To the shrine shrub that died once
Born again like Jesus Christ was
Trinity's three limes sliced cousin
Everyday day we die for reasons
In a four by four raised bed
More born per season
War kill gods
Cost increasing
Docile demons go for jogs after their jobs then they sleep in
Weekends pretend they not dogs but deacons
Who's wrong to be preaching
Cops killed George Floyd on cement
BIPOCs it's been killing season
Since Columbus's BI was to keep a queen in appeasement
Facts
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4. |
FUCKKK ICE x DOLO
03:19
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Street kisses on her nose misses mo' don't sniff this dope
One loaf pisses po'. Give this kid his rope
Witness business broke. His liver live in woes
Bro dippin' dick in don'ts, but won't tippy toe
Picky Pope, sticky fingers licking, whippin' vogues
Mickey Mouse house always pimping shitty clothes
White house figure fours, brown folks figured more
Fuck ICE, Fuck ICE, Fuck ICE
Imagine trap, Conny, mad he crack the big daddy Cadillac rap
Jackie back he a mac
Boof addies, send addy, poof he at his neck
Check Chaddy, caddy kitty cat, zaddy crabby patty checks
Too bad he bad g, two gats filled with cat's pee
Spray my love like it's the Great Gatsby
Pap smear from Patsy, doc charge a trash fee
Felt fluent but hold back because yall be acting
Passion with the cash flow, Sebastian in the castle
Fashion forward asshole, paddle his trash to the back row
Facts bro, master tracks when the packs smoked
Sold cracks to concrete, it's Conny with the backstroke
Another angel falls flat on her face
For short, God's fort got no passion to waste
Aboard the Sweet Marinette, Porsche of the Cape
She sure to be late, but he the captain and the captain eat his cake
Watch this wizard walk and talk with a snake
He break bread with the butterfly, that know the sky like the lake
A lot like how a letter fly, she better off puffing the page
He offer nothing, fucking loser lost loving benate
He shakey sure, what's the epidemic trait
For every bastard courting women when winter went away
When dinner thin her plate, when winner win her waste
When the fit finished last, 'cause their ass
Triggered shade
Doggy dig it, from a kitchen sink spigot, swing it.
Tap water killed bigot, barley wine lit cynic,
Critically acclaimed gimmicks get more chips and tid-bits
Than poor guy panhandling his four digits
Damn kid I'm abandoned on the frontline
Cue the band to play low, dolo stunt for sunshine
Miss me when I make it, pissed you dropped a dumb dime
Fuck your face fool, Conny embrace your chum chime
Damn kid I'm abandoned on the frontline
Cue the band to play low, dolo stunt for sunshine
Miss me when I make it, pissed you dropped a dumb dime
Fuck your face fool, Conny embrace your chum chime
Damn kid I'm abandoned on the frontline
Cue the band to play low, dolo stunt for sunshine
Miss me when I make it, pissed you dropped a dumb dime
Fuck your face fool, Conny embrace your chum chime
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5. |
T3L3VISIÓN
03:00
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How many molly rocks make a savant see demons and pee on his palms
You confused a douche that done douched
Conny with the tic-tac rap, battin' couth
You need to back down, like you going back to Baton Rouge
Conny a smooth criminal, minimal in a suit
Say your prayers too late, you not that valiant dood
Two adderalls can't save a duck from dying
Pluck feathers, season bird, watch those words be frying
I aint going to stop where I started, you fucking fired
Fuck what you buying, dumb kids keep trying.
Welcome to the New World, Real World, MTV, BET
Hope you fucks know you die for free
Dead kids rule America
Won't you see your grandparents in the era of
Mindless muck, benign tumors on the tits of Erica
Murder, merit denied in every area
From the burbs, sea shores, streets lords that boast
Bury your dead with mango peels so the seas smell your soul
I'm spazzing on chaos and can't cancel it now
Sold man's weight in weed bags before I was yay-high, sold yay if it was out
Want to get paid when the weight the lave an eighth in the couch
Stuck in a rut like the pennies you be bitching about
Scrapped five quarters caught a bus toward a war waging west of Mordor
Land of cantor of condors, the banter of bombed ports
The phantom of contoured dead bodies. Wish I knew karate, but I don't
I guess I should lobby bicycle spokes and broken dreams
Back when I shorted Adam Man with his mother's own triple beams
Scientific Magazine, bastard Brent been a problem
Before patent leather worn by Charlie Sheen, I'm mean
I ain't going to stop where I started, you fucking fired
Fuck what you buying. Dumb kids keep trying
Welcome to the New World, Real World, MTV, BET
Hope you fucks know you die for free
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids rule America
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6. |
T.M.
01:59
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(follow the br34th)
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7. |
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Here's the syntax
Vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
Been tax, been taxed, miss minimal brim smacks
Piss venom and gift gem n' them pen pads
It's so I can spell it for you love
It's for the tension in the torso, for the dust cents in the dubs
For the bus barcode and the cargo in the the cut
For where the car going we getting money, money what up
I'm shaking off the doozies because nothing forsaken
I quit shaking fucker's hands because nothing is sacred
I play the box shaven, stash the cash in the fox basement
Pacing back and forth, 4th favor's amazement
Asking for handouts, hand out of my pants
Pandemics, damned gambits, Palmolive in pans
I'm cooking, manifesting plans, for when my mans in a jam
You Uncle Sam, I tax your stan for a gram, because I can
Switch it up. Dark chocolate peanut butter cups, ate from her A cup
Sea salt caramels be her favorite
This for Dayshawn's shape up
Day-Day, one day I'll see you again
So keep it straight up. You're my brother
I pitched flowers for a means for my mothers
Piece pawn's ponzi schemes because karma's a bitch in Palms Springs
Alarm was set so closed to dreams
I slept walked through college, polished dollars
Oliver twisted scholars and fiends
Olives in a bowl of olive oil pressed by machines
I wrote this all on a wooden stool as fucking king
Between 37th street and shards of sharp cheese
I made a martyr believe in a cat they can not be
Here's the syntax, vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
Reinterpret allegories with a pre-roll
Keys open doors -ear hustlin' in the peephole
I never seen hope - just know what the dream know
Made a couple fiends from gringos off the singles
Life speed moving at the sound of the zero's
I do the 1- binary inside the steeple
My mind burying my ego
Gotta coincide with the demons while I'm watering my people
I'm bout growth through the weeds role
Strong as the trunk of the trees-in the tree smoke
Yall gotta married to the game but you eloped
I'm ten toes-movin' through the sequence and achieve goals
Everything's a system if you see codes
I'ma make it glitch until I reach gold
This world will press you if you didn't know
Pressurized I became a diamond when it took a toll
Play with your life the dice shook and roll
Reapers at your back door - negus with that pole
This is God in the movement of man you too slow
Here's the syntax, vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
Here's the syntax, vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
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8. |
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This year, I'm really trying to be a better person
Flipped out of my hearse
Now I'm back to dungeons flipping verses
I hope the Dutch burns slowly
When I puff I hope it hurt me
I know my words start slurring when I'm drinking Gnac in coney
Mister double back standing very closely like you know me
I'm Oni with with the horns I'm blowing notes when I get lonely
And when my phone ring it's what do you fucking want from me
I'm on my own, I'm on my own
Inside I feel nothing
I'm in the ocean feel emotionless like stones eroding
I used to open up now I struggle to see the point is
I don't know what's wrong
Honestly I'm over it
Money just an object
With it I got options
Might adopt an octet
Think about this often
Reason you ain't popped yet
Inside of your coffin
Staring a locket homie what's the problem
With a gun to my head and with sissy pushing a cart
I put my heart to its failures
Revisit when the sun go dark
Panels of trains, carry my dead friends names as art
Jazz standards played the vein
Death pamper a monarch
Pay it back and pay it forward to start
Sounds like success live in the language
Ancient anguish's remark
On God, God owe me less than that room
Space for forgiveness in grace
Retrace my business to toothpaste and tunes
Merrily singing songs of fate, fuck, punk fake fool
Duck a jake or two to feel safe when I make a move
I'm just an addict with his vices on its leash
It's my niche, sending kites on papyrus
I write this for the violence and deceased
We was where the tyrants get theirs
Til the pirates intrigued
Now we are right here
Among the powers and flowers of peace
Dog we just those doods rapping and laughing
Yal those boo-boos cappin' and trashin', your own friends
Who love life but you hate yours
What happened dappin'
Fashion forward fuckos can suck this dick in Latin with no ends
On God
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9. |
ON GOD
04:23
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I would like to apologize for all the toxic behaviors I emitted to this world
To all the relationships I help to destroy in any and all capacities
I've learned a lot this year. I've also learned to forgive myself too
We might do shitty things here and there but doesn't make us shitty people
On God
On God, On God, On God
I'd loved you better when we met each other at first glance
Love can't be a statue it's more like a dance
Ever cried in your hands when your world fell to pieces
Drank the bottle of booze and passed out on the deep end
Befriend an enemy, lose a friend for the weekend
Then lose everything 'cause you ain't friend, you a fucking demon
I've been that person before
Never wanted to be the pain that would worsen the sore
I guess that's the way life even the score
Lose it all or build it better than before
If not lose it all, find yourself in a cellar without a door
Why you think Adam and Eve ate the apple to the core
Why you think the strip club bump like the back of the Porsche
When it's a go, let's go, it's an acute fashion of force
Not turning back when she cute, an attraction to the sport
Somethings last, others turn to trash in course
Can't be mad you did bad, you got to do better with chores
So clean that ass, spin the 'lac back to the porch
Be that man you can be instead of the trash you was after the war
On God, On God, On God
I'd loved you better when we met each other at first glance
Love can't be a statue, it's more like a dance
How can you forgive yourself when you burnt it all to treasons
Lied to yourself wide eyed to everyone you loved with no grievance
You once took pride in how integrity worked to keep reason
Rationality lied, dead lies, live amongst the wet seasons
The place where tears ride the cheeks, where you cheese like pizza
Since gone, no rights, motherfuckers now know my secrets
Been bastard Brent for far too long
Bout to switch tha fuck shit up and write a different song
Purity from the earth, the pain made the story
Would of done anything for her, but her vain bump the glory
Did what shame does, when he can't be fit to sit in same satina sofa
And his receipts cashed in thick
We was all bad, toxic to say the least
Been the extension of my father, the father figure I'll never meet
In the end it's Brenton Michael Gomez Valverde
160 in my shorts, always made money the fairway- what up
On God, On God, On God
I'd loved you better when we met each other at first glance
Love can't be a statue it's more like a dance
On God, On God, On God
I'd loved you better when we met each other at first glance
Love can't be a statue it's more like a dance
On God
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10. |
MEDICINE MAN
04:20
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Truthfully I've died a hundred thousand deaths since I was born
I've watched D's pepper flowers bloom from my back porch
I'd pay any monies for my grandmother's ham sandwiches in summers torn
I found you the same as whence you came you was deaf and unborn
It's a heart shape cake given to you in informal intersection life
Scoop tragedy into a magic bag that majesty magnify
Pacify panic, manic massive outcry
Careless warriors in a vacant village known for killing a vibe
Set my dead bunny in a hole contrived
Lulu I love you, she loved papaya, in my mind she a fly
Seen suffering erode being till one seeing death and demise
Spray flowers wilt, happen to be a favorite of mine
Estranged death petrify, born beauty in the nucleus of time
Neutral friends bicker of love parachute liquor and wine
Seen entire cities decay from the city council's decline
Fuck Don Cline
Many men were born without a spine
Heads have hung on gate, fuck it heads have hung for mistakes
Muster, mayonnaise, pickle spears on a plate
Fantasy football, anti-anglosaxon degrade
Man's peace is born for a laborer's peach that was picked as a trade
Tell it like bees pull pollen or how my knees fall short bawling
Buckle thy belt til my lungs wheeze cause I smoke p-funks and trees often
Drink the tea or let it spell, read the prestige jargon
Tarot cards in the coffin, stop friend, he dead
But he searching for her when she already lost him
Grandmother cross herself as she enter church where parish scorn
Brown skin babies assimilate to cemalac and lilacs with thorns
Corn grew in the backyard, where my great grandfather grew more
Full circle for a family where we were taught to forget where we was formed -Mexico
We are the wise people, simple angels grown from the earth
Mourned our own history to feel the peasant pleasantries what capitalism prefer
No we back, back better than ever my fam, tinctures and lettuce heads
Welcome home, it's the fucking Medicine Man
Tell it like bees pull pollen or how my knees fall short bawling
Buckle thy belt til my lungs wheeze cause I smoke p-funks and trees often
Drink the tea or let it spell, read the prestige jargon
Tarot cards in the coffin, stop friend, he dead
But he searching for her when she already lost him
Tell it like bees pull pollen or how my knees fall short bawling
Buckle thy belt til my lungs wheeze cause I smoke p-funks and trees often
Drink the tea or let it spell, read the prestige jargon
Tarot cards in the coffin, stop friend, he dead
But he searching for her when she already lost him
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M34N STR33T Omaha, Nebraska
M34N STR33T is a two-piece – composed of producer Haunted Gauntlet and emcee Conny Franko – pushing themselves in new directions lyrically and musically. Verses exploring themes of joy, loss, and rage glide and jab over a sonic landscape that references and reassembles the sounds of the times. ... more
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