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Turn a Mill
03:31
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Step by step the longest march
can be won (can be won)
Many stones to form an arch
singly none (singly none)
And by union what we will
Can be accomplished still
Drops of water turn a mill
Singly none.
Step ahead, step behind
only rapper two stepping with a metal spine
even in decline, still ahead of my time
Evel Knievel in his prime, how's he even alive (damn)
I dare you devils adhere to this schedule
I ran like hell for years at this level
Whole family on my back, what'd I tell you?
Even when the vertebrae cracked, I never fell through.
Never said I was invincible,
Body moving body broken from the neck down
Guess I was standing on my principles.
Luckily them motherfuckers were dead sound
Who slept sound knowing that the beds were burning?
Then fed full bellies with an extra serving.
Nothing left for the essential person
Who showed up to work knowing death was certain
Infections lurking where protections lacking
to practice murder while we speak compassion
We cut trash bags into plastic curtains
We couldn't seem to keep that mask in fashion
No visitors pass is what the Doctors say
just me, Stevie Wonder and Marvin Gaye
between a sleepless state feeling the deepest ache
having dreams of the dead homies keeping me safe
the O.G. would say 'you need to go a lot slower,
you care too much plus you act too grown up
must've lost track of the times I have told ya
you walk like the weight of the world's on your shoulders'
Rest in peace to a tough guy
Wish he could've stuck around for the punchline
Baby boy took his first steps for the second time while the third wave
shut down production lines but I'm
Staying focused on my breath.
Drinking water doing stretches getting rest (having fun)
Letting it bang for them ones
Who can still get it cracking like some Alias drums
We ain't done. Until I get away and walk into the sun.
The homie Pip told me 'fuck it, let em come'
Keep going til' I end it on the one
Not the run of the mill, cuz for the mill I don't (run)
Yes yes y'all, you don't stop.
B. Dolan. Rock on.
Yes yes y'all, you don't stop.
Rock on.
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2. |
The Traveler
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Fantasy Baseball
03:06
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Too many styles for me to engage or debate y'all
Ain't in the same league; don't keep the same score
I seen the legends rock. I seen the greats fall.
I watched em turn it all to fantasy baseball.
Fantasy baseball, fantasy baseball
Fantasy baseball but I ain't come to play with y'all.
You never rated me, but then I kinda hated y'all
You never made my team in Fantasy Baseball.
The greatest freestyle of all time was not recorded
Somebody's battery died; somebody's mic distorted
In any case they never played it back but fear not.
It lives deep in the heart of everyone who was in ear shot.
the weird part is when the beating heart becomes collectible
Now they're making charts about your vocab and your revenue
Statisticians wishing they could round you to a decimal
Place you in a playlist or hypothetical festival
One for your favorite two for Biggie and Pac
three four naming me your Top 5 Rappers right off the Top
I've got so little patience for this form of conversation
My source of inspiration don't need your evaluation why not
Just keep my name completely out of that rotation
I'm still perfecting game and running bases in the vacant sandlot
My hand is hot but I am not the one to shoot you down
Respect is due and I've accrued enough to move around
But when you get there I just find it mad amusing how
the hall of fame is just a tourist trap in Cooperstown.
Too many styles for me to engage or debate y'all
Ain't in the same league, don't keep the same score
I seen the legends rock, I seen the greats fall
I watched em turn it all to Fantasy Baseball.
<Chorus>
The greatest rap song in history was not released
They couldn't clear the sample. Had to remake the beat
The perfect reference full of purpose and intention
So it's cool you've got a preference but I've formed more of a core belief.
The war machine will have us gunning for the pennant
and standing for the anthem of the fandom we defended
when tables turn toxic, they follow where you're stepping
and Stan in the place where you were, to spread the legend
The competition sells the tickets and you get your paper
They get their verses with a Z and then it's 'see ya later'
But here's a bar that you can keep and then remember later
The game was never played for the sake of spectators
Too many shows for me to engage or debate y'all
Ain't in the same league. Don't keep the same score.
I seen the legends rock. I seen the greats fall.
Don't let em turn it all to Fantasy Baseball.
<Chorus>
"Come on everybody do the baseball. Come on everybody do the baseball..." -De La Soul
Rest in peace to Plug 2. We in the outfield, picking daisies for the whole crew.
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The Rock Cried Out
02:20
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Lyrics:
A thought formed before time on the surface of space
Split apart the lonely mind with a purpose and shape
Lit the dark with an explosive shock in bodies that shake
Break apart and smash together keeping orbits in place
I became: the definition of 'solid' and learned to hold the trauma
Coated my surface with an armor hard as molten lava
You crawled up out of the water and started growing larger
I gave you coal and harbor, later gave you gold and copper
Who gave you warmth? Who gave you tools? Who gave you power?
You tunnel through. You dug a tomb. You move a mountain.
Your bloody rule and sudden moves, running my jewels
Combustible. You guzzle fuel and hunt for food.
You took it all like it was yours, and once removed
I felt a force begin to course and buckle through.
I saw the truth but I could never understand
How everything you touch becomes a weapon in your hand.
The Rock cried out.
The Rock cried out.
The Rock cried out.
According to the legend you're the masters of the earth
But perhaps some missing chapters might have clarified the verse
You grew in dirt. To disperse. Mutant germs throughout the universe.
Justify the violence of your mind no matter who it hurts
The wounded earth recalls the deposits you have made
and the names of stones you laid in place to mark the graves.
Gaudy monuments to glorious dead that might stand
At least until the elements compress your lifespan
Desert sand would love to cover you. Sun has seen enough of you.
Air whispers to smother you but Ocean wants to come for you.
Wonder who you running to? Same as it ever was.
Building bunkers underground. Caves with electric plugs.
Never learned the lesson, huh? Never saw the common thread?
Never learned to slow it down. Never learned to calm your head.
Now you need a solid friend to talk to, til the quakes are over
But I am not immortal I'm just breaking down slower.
The Rock cried out:
"I can't hide you."
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5. |
How to Rob the Italians
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6. |
The Last Temptation of Wil E. Coyote
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7. |
Selfie Sub ft. Nya Trysha
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8. |
Ice Cream Wars ft. Nya Trysha
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9. |
Modified Warrior
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B Dolan Providence, Rhode Island
Road-tested hip hop poet handling life, liberation + a body full of trauma. Makes beats and lyrics late night.
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