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This was the first track I recorded after I debated in A24 film group about Joker not actually being Taxi Driver 2.0 & saying that is incredibly lazy, ignorant & shameful..
lyrics
Bugs on the corner gritty intersections bumps of crumbs, models expire.
When my son turned one I told myself tame your rage, watercolor on the page, Jerusalem days, text in water blood stream in order, my lines hit, lurking with gifts. Rap niggas say they can’t rap to my shit, boom bap that, boom bap this without a boom bap hit, another boom bap baby looking for boom bap shit so they can boom bap fib. Enough of that analysis, the temperament of society is meaningless, somewhat no guts to spill, ironic for a meal. While the traffic in the Red Light grows, not enough focus on the hoes who brainwash, dirty waters of perversion creep into the pilled minds of women with leadership skills. So what’s the parlance? You ain’t a pussy if you piss with no hands. I don’t care if you’re family, if you disgust me you disgust me, and that don’t come with a participant trophy.
Mike:
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from
aftercare..,
released May 10, 2020
instrumental by Antonio H. Escobar.
lyrics by Antonio H. Escobar & Mike Schonewolf.
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