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Snapback In My Saddlebag
02:20
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Winner winner chicken dinner on my twenty-one speed, Fuji, seven gears on the right and on the left, three, hills are merely bumps I dial in and flare my nostrils, praise be to my speed by Molly Magdalen apostles, on top of a colossal mountain mounted shouting downwards, "Here I go I won't be slow look out below you cowards, stay out my way to see another day of raining showers," and then I kick my feet, and I speed with pedal power. Flying fucking fast forseeing my own crash, got a hash play in mind so the pain won't last, headphones on blast, can't help but laugh, how can I prevent a gash when my helmet's got a crack? Haha! I'm fucking feeling this, I've got a nice seat but no one's gon be stealing it I'm sealing it, fuck a quick release we in the streets, you can't catch up to me your blood's clotted from all the meat that you been swallowing with pills while I'm out honing my skills never settle for sitting still I'm straddling my window sill, breaking out this cage I'll be amazed to see the day my Fuji's flying on the television, bringing you a vision of change, but my chain is coming loose it's time to hit the booth, if you're in the 617 you will see me speeding soon, to the rest of earth let me leave you with this curse; I'll trip your concrete with my tires reveal the dirt.
I am speeding, I am leaving, all this behind for dreams on my mind
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The sun soaked sidewalk reminds me of when we would pop rocks and drink coke to chase shots spiced rum got me walking the crooked line my crooked pencil writes the words that make my lyrics so absurd finally used that line I remember when I wrote it, I remember how you laughed when I spoke it, I remember when I still had the focus when I had the magic dynamite, boom hocus pocus but now the wand's broken, and I'm toking, now not a single thought goes unspoken and this potion is potent the ocean's overflowing there's cracks in that sidewalk but its still glowing the sun light's up the sky there'll always come another day, you don't need to follow guides there's always another way, and though these thoughts get recycled each and everyday I'll always find another way to say them.
The bass and the smoke hit heavy in my chest, the notes and the tokes try to tell me to rest, but I'm busy eating rappers while they take another hit, get lit let's spit and exhale the bullshit
Spit sticks together feel the friction free the fire, lit spliffs inspire fiction when the truth retires, honesty is easy-peasy lemon squeezy sire, so let me make it a challenge, let me get a little higher, that was nice that was fucking necessary like rolling bones right behind the cemetery and I blow smoke above the homes of decomposed I believe in cremation so I put Mary Jane in bowls and when I die, i don't need a fancy service, in case you haven't heard it; you can take my corpse and burn it, just start a giant fire my brothers will light spliffs from my sin cleansing pyre. Take my ashes scatter them above the red sea I'll be carried into the distance by the breeze be converted to oxygen by all the trees I'm just another one of Vast Aire's departed emcees
The bass and the smoke hit heavy in my chest, the notes and the tokes try to tell me to rest, but I'm busy eating rappers while they take another hit, get lit let's spit and exhale the bullshit
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Rock Ramble and Roll
03:02
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Spliffs to the dome bicycle with the chrome zoning out to my headphones, mounting my throne I crash and I hurl and I spit near my girl whirling around like a squirrel, fingers uncurl, I'll roll inside outs and disprove every doubt shout and make every hater pout, winning my bouts, I am a verbal boxer, deep down a punk rocker soccer moms will shoot the coppers, and light the poppers, fireworks and skinny spliffs they wanna get a hit of this, tricks I turn with writing wrist I won't stop when I'm finished, if you listen you're a witness to the murders in my lyrics, you murmur "man I hear this, Nuwanda is the freshest," but it ain't cause I rock Supreme it's cause I'm more than what I seem it's cause I can look past the schemes and hardly ever laugh at memes.
Buying buddies booze busting bitches boasting "boos" banging Beastie Boys tunes twisting tips to taboos turning tricks to new rules selling souls so smooth grab the mic and yell "MOVE, make more moshpits dudes!" Get your fucking fists curled, fuck the free world murder boys and girls, throw them in the circle pit where even Nazi punks get hit pull down my pants and take a shit, see the crowd I'm surfing in it, do you fucking hear this? I am ridiculous, like Bill O'Reilly with a spliff or Lohan with an AA chip, acid I gotta have it Yo Heath! Pass the tablets! Kurt bring the heroin, Jimi bring the juice and gin, Hefner bring the biddies 'cause we 'bout to get it in, and Jesus bring your cross 'cause we are about to sin.
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No Try
02:38
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Drums before I spit I call it precussion gonna try to go a whole twelve bars without cussin gonna try to go a whole work day without fussin gonna try to go a a wholest night without dreaming something gonna try, the only thing that I, can do en route to fly to take off before I die since I'm dreaming of the sky might as well get high, damn I dreamed fuck I cussed does that make this track a lie if it does if it doesn't that don't matter cause I'm busting up the beat like a nut in my sheets to this percussion 808s that I stole from a heartbreaking toll in the booth I'm a phantom taking power for my soul
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, don't flip my lid flip the mattress instead, rage rears its ugly head when I see red, murder the matador torch his cape with words I said
Riding the train from the work I'm heading back to my crib have the rumbling as my soundtrack the looks I get rolling cigarettes are subtitles and I got no idols who'll inspire me to ride the tracks, i lack something, an example to follow, except for Shady at the bottom of the pill bottle, as I crack my jaw, getting ready to swallow, I see SystemInfinite his lips on a Full Throttle. Wow. Thought I needed some Sativa to free creativity while I was stuck with Indica thought I couldn't write without either but what I needed was passion for more than just a feature How long have i been living with this demon trying to write a rap that I can believe in, there is only do Yoda's words are the key and I couldn't make it twelve but I just made it sixteen
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, don't flip my lid flip the mattress instead, rage rears its ugly head when I see red, murder the matador torch his cape with words I said
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When you see me I will Bowie so you know me, I'll seize the trees from bees with feet and knees, I'll strum guitar, stare at stars and squack in bars, I'm an open flame not ashamed in any lane.
The streets are my stage I'm never getting paid, but I'm paving competitors like settlers slew the natives, I mock the mages make 'e, mosey 'bout my mazes, 'fore I put 'em in a stasis like unsuspecting double agents, I link my lexicon like wires in the chain-link, transform Decepticons to maidens draped in stained mink, as dying damsels in distress they beg for food and booze and sex, expect a stick inside their slits, but I've got too much self-respect, did you mean to give me mushrooms girl, brought me to your watermelon world, spinning so fast I fell off the tracks, the maidens munch apple-jacks watching me hurl, like a squirrel I leap through the trees, evading my enemies with ease, they don't stand a chance 'gainst these, nuts like sluts I fuck these beats.
When you see me I will Bowie so you know me, I'll seize the trees from bees with feet and knees, I'll strum guitar, stare at stars and squack in bars, I'm an open flame not ashamed in any lane.
I rock my Jordan Sevens that I got as hand-me-downs around town, even though I've beat them to the ground, a ta too large like clown shoes, I stomp to shake my frown loose, in time with slanted rhymes depressed but trying not to sound blue, It's a battle, saddle up and grab your cattle prod, if you wanna win you gotta know that you're the baddest dog, the raddest hog, you can't afford to act alarmed, if you're out the box like astronauts, say 'twas your scheme all along, never let a single consonant or vowel be forsaken, language is an AK and its clip is for your taking, be patient, if you think you've got a statement that's worth making 'cause I swear to you the Devil's brew ferments when you are hasty.
When you see me I will Bowie so you know me, I'll seize the trees from bees with feet and knees, I'll strum guitar, stare at stars and squack in bars, I'm an open flame not ashamed in any lane.
My rhymes are increasingly braggadocious your rhymes are slowly losing focus, you fags are back while I release a plague of locusts this flow will save sinners once it's noticed, swag degrading with a hocus-pocus, taking off in a flying lotus, beats with banging bass explosive blast back on a tab of acid corrosive, hide-and-seek in the rhyme elusive intellectual rap, that's exclusive, young guns gonna start producing put it back on the map, that's the new shit, synthesizers dip and rise as vehicles for lows and highs, as rappers spit and smash their lines, lyrical bullets spell your demise, heart on your sleeve, eyes on the prize cliches in your back pocket, held in the space between cash in your wallet for when I start crashes while you're on it, and you throw them like grenades just short of hoes and accolades, until we rocket into space multi-syllabic ace of spades, me and Nuwanda dropping bombs we won't be rapping here for long, we'll bowie while we write our songs until you bitches sing a long.
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Missed Sunrise
03:13
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Ear Hex
02:22
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I've reverted back to what I hate to staring at screens and screaming while I try to scrape up to the mountain top from which I used to spectate took too much time off hope it's not too late for me to shine gotta, get back on my grind gotta get my feet on the ground gotta relearn gotta rerhyme gotta be prime gotta get mine gotta smoke back up to cloud nine gotta, mine time with a pic and flip this hourglass of mine. Grab another book pull another page, pass another paper pause while I roll the sage, blow a kiss to Mary mage my mutated mirror mocks me as I thrash about in rage
It's crazy how long it takes for us to see our reflections and its crazy how fast it fucks with our digestion it's crazy how long we put off letting ourselves bloom it's crazy how fast we do flying in the face of doom
Coughing up a lung still holding a cigarette makes sense when I rhyme it I always rhyme it with regret stereotypes it suggests and my chest it congests was there a time you knew me when I didn't smoke, I forget. I can hear myself wheeze and there's shaking in my knees but I got that steez cause I rock Supreme when I drag I heave can't help exhale the pollution I breathe. The pollution I breathe. The sun is fit for rays I spit to slay emcees i roll the kief inside the leaf to get higher when I breathe and I'm brief so I'll say peace see ya on your knees
It's crazy how long it takes for us to see our reflections and its crazy how fast it fucks with our digestion it's crazy how long we put off letting ourselves bloom it's crazy how fast we do flying in the face of doom
Staring at my pic feel a little sick nothing shining from my many candle wicks a light over my head like a poser shining sun I thought that with this dung I was mother fucking done. 'Twas a trick these strings haven't been picked I can't write a lick this wand is just a stick this skull is getting thick bad habits have more adhesive when they're stuck like Katamari its hard to pick up the pieces at the bottom of the half glass the focus is empty, the only care is air, locked in a stare with our reflections how ugly are they getting paralyzed by upset stomachs waiting for the ending.
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Castle In The Leaves
03:24
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Petrified
02:57
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Choices
02:08
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Nuwanda Boston, Massachusetts
Bass player/Rapper out of Arlington, in the greater Boston area. Independent LP drops on July 19th. Wipe Your Feet At The Door. Influences for the record range from Watsky to Sublime to Twenty One Pilots.
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