Maneuver like uber moving through traffic, Pursue the loot and I stash it, Usually in the mattress, Used to eluding casket, Be damned if I hit the canvas, The plan was to take advantage but managed to take for granted, Damage I couldn’t bandage, Abandoned what I was branding, The ammo to shoot the shot and two hands to handle the cannon, Famished, Then get a load of me, Notably, On the lower key, On it until they over me, Flow as deep as the poetry, Hopefully, Wake up to smell the Folgers and the potpourri, Arise to the occasion holding roses and a rosary, I know defeat, But know the sweetest thing is feeling victory, Cause life can be a bitch and she’s a trip in need of chivalry, It’s killing me, Living free to make the most at least, Pay the price or say goodnight, It’s looking like it’s no relief, Cause ain’t no sleep when you’re a dream chaser, I take a look at God’s grace and know I seen favor. Amen…
Huh, It’s the American Dream, seconds from a Fred Hampton, getting clapped what it means, means something in my color scheme evil, breathe .....that’s what they want us to believe that all niggas is thieves, not working, to be the greatest this simple let you be’s, oh..... we take it in blood, check how police flow....we learned that from N.....WA, whoa……they showed us how this crooked shit...go, cause you can’t let em hold you down, we hold you up....let disdain for the crown we hold….lift you up, bet this rose from the concrete rise, uh, through highs and lows, struggle through the throes of souls who couldn’t grow, cause these niggas never grow up……..you see me throw the towel in, you better get a close-up, destined for a poster, in Post Trump, millionaire screaming off the boats what, can’t tell me nothing when the bread bolster, flip the crumbs, thumb pressing for the Wonder (bread/money) .....blind to the blunder….no mistakes for a King on this tundra .....chilling on these curtains, what’s the outcome? cleaning my artillery like Malcolm, whatever soever my legacy is solidified forever, Chicago on the mind, we’ll hold down to severe anybody tryna hold us down or slow you up .....the moral of this verse niggas keep ya head up come on…..
released February 26, 2020
Produced by Neak. Mixed and Mastered by Pamon Music.
If your father performed alongside Funk & Soul legends like James Brown & Sam Cooke, chances are being a product of your
environment meant only one thing; following the path of musicianship set directly before him. Chicago-based Hip-Hop rapper and producer Neak draws vivid verbal portraits which find inspiration in the spirit of U.S. black culture and his own deep-seating personal experiences....more