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The Glow Up
05:18
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This the intro—allow me to introduce
Baby Bobby smooth as chocolate mousse
I’m in the corner sippin’ gin & green chartreuse
If you dig the rhythm go ahead & get with the grooves
This the intro—I get that musically
We ain’t everybody’s cup of tea
But if you like what you taste then drink it deep
Go and hit replay cause refills is free
This the intro—& we just getting going
It’s early morning on the thing we growing
Ain’t No shade on the vibes we throwing
Positivity from here to the closing
This the intro—need I say more?
Jay & Baby be the killer combo
Stay tuned no acts to follow
It’s us just & we gon’ put on a show
You getting good? Or did the good get you?
If you don’t know now, better find out soon
How can you know love, if you don’t love you?
You getting good? Better find out soon
Need to trade you greys, for a case of the blue
At the end of the day, what is left is you
You getting good? Or did the good get you?
Everything that you acquired been collecting too
Did you have yourself in mind when you in your youth
You getting good? Do you love you?
Let me tell ya bit about my truth
How my days went from grey to blue
I been vacillating caught between the bloat and the glow up
Life is alternating steady feeling higher & lower
Find it nauseating like I been commissioned to throw up
Whatever’s on my rotten mind
Never deviating from my ambition to blow up
When I’m inebriated; my inhibitions is lower
hesitating worryin’ bout when they gonna show up
Never know when they arrive
My depression got a chokehold and it force me to sober
I been questioning the life I chose the one of the loner
Find it nauseating like I been commissioned to throw up
Whatever’s on my rotten mind
Some progression and some progress and the sadness moved over
Been obsessing with the change but the change come slower
hesitating worryin’ bout when they gonna show up
Never know when they arrive; they just get here on time
Those my rhymes
[freestyle]
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2. |
Sea Salt & Coriander
03:25
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Top-fermented; Raw & I’m reckless
I jump the fences, straight to your mentions—brand new necklace
Sorry you leaving; You got me beaming
You’re what i need and I need it right now like i need it this evening
Look at me now; Step in my spring
All the way wrong, Hardaway long—Know what I mean
I am like Brad; I am like Brad
I am like Brad; I am like Brad, uh
I am like Brad & I’m bread; Treading the med like the shepherd to bed
Shedding the thread, spreading the leg; Begging I’m begging I’m begging to beg
Checking my blessings I leave ‘em in coach; Don’t mean to boast; Let’s raise a toast
Here’s to the most—Here’s to the here’s to the most, uh
Sorry when I get like this; Just gave the ganja a kiss
I reminisce—Too much of life I have missed, uh
Putting my toes up; Crackin’ a gose
Living the life, living the lie I think I’m supposed to
I am like Chad; I am like Chad
This here is classified shit; I do not know to justify this
I am like Mills; In it for thrills
Open the box, what is the deal—Sea salt it spills
Rain on the corner of eye; smoke on the border of high
Croak on the Fourth of July; mind is the mourner of life
Top-fermented; Raw & I’m reckless
I jump the fences, straight to your mentions—brand new necklace
I am like Brad; she's Angelina
I am like Brad: no one to lean on.
Baby that Bobby provided the beat
I’m trapping they napping I’m tapping my feet
Now that he live in the town of the beans
He staying up late cause you know he don’t sleep
Too many others got flow on repeat
Too many others got flow like some sheep
They from the hood like like they Lil’ Bo Peep
They think they dope but they do not know me
I am that homie that rap when it snowy
I tell them all blow me my coffee ain’t foamy
Matter of fact—I drink it black
Fuck outta here with your sugar & cream
Fuck outta here with your woofer & gleam
My car’s affordable, girl is adorable
Flow is deplorable, plus its recordable
Facts all supportable, plus I’m so portable
You could just put me in pockets
Like Jesus I’m gon make a prophet
My sales is gonna skyrocket
I am in flight; feeling alright
Y’all just uptight; y’all act upset
I am like Brad spending weeks in Tibet
I am like Brad when I bed Angelina
Flow is so cold I gave them emphysema
Flow is so bomb that it called Hiroshima
Vowels & consonants from Iwo Jima
Order the pizza but hold the sardines
Ride in a boat; made out of beechwood
Star of the show; surname is Eastwood
I just be doing whatever feels good
Play like I always win lotto
That’s why I got a new motto
Living my life like I think I’m supposed to
Putting my toes up, drinking a gose
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3. |
Vultures
03:02
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Yo this that Disco Frank Sinatra, I been sipping on Madonna
I could get it how I wanna if I wanna I don’t wanna
Facebook scrolling through some trauma; steady trolling causing drama
I been Creepin’ on ah Come Up; hate them Mondys love lasagna
Cooking pasta do it proper—al dente to the teeth
Flow Fuente—woe is me; diet plenty poetry
Arrivederci to my twenties, run from Jenny, run on empty
I been skiing hitting bunnies, is they your words? You look dummies.
I can see your puppet strings, I know what them ashes brings
Treat the dead ones like they kings; live ones slanging onion rings
This for Saratoga Springs; this for Sarasota Rings
Down under burning check the climate 2020 is a crisis
Think you need to check your eyes-es, think you need to call the doctor
This ain’t awkward, this is knowledge; I’m a scholar I teach college
And I done learned a couple things
About what my privilege brings
Am I misappropriating? Life is incapacitating.
This shit disorientating. What’s your military rating?
Kill a hundred no one notice, kill one man it’s met with protest
I’ve been silent this I confess, but I got a rage in my chest
I just don’t know how to say it, some folks take a gun and spray it
Some folks need to start a garden, buy one get one that’s a bargain
We take action; they distraction. Spend your money here & here
I need y’all to hear me clear—they wanna rule with fear
But I’m that disco Frank Sinatra, I been sipping on Madonna
I could get it how I wanna, if I wanna ——
Facebook scrolling through some trauma, think it’s time to call my momma
Tell my poppa that I love him, that I’m always thinking of him
And I know his dad’s at peace, times is hard: he was police
But the zebra changed its spots. Is they army, is they cops?
White folks sending prayers & thoughts; take a knee 8:46
But for them this never stops—we don’t know what struggle is
Take our profiles paint it black. Gave ourselves a pat on the back.
Saying sorry for what we did in the past. Never sorry for what still haps.
Say it “ain’t our fault, we ain’t the oppressor.” Complacency is our transgression
Put a band-aid on it and make it all better. We could fix it all by pulling this lever.
But the system’s broke—ain’t that clever. Weather the storm, but we can’t weather the weather.
So we just circle dead black bodies like vultures.
Do we love black people? Or just love black culture?
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4. |
Qui Vive
04:08
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—I can’t believe
Some people be thinking I’m naïve
They don’t know that the world you perceive
Is the same world that you can achieve
I choose to see the good in you, choose to see the good in me
I been thinking that it true—that this life is poetry
I was reading on the news: Happiness is what we choose
I been thinking about you, wonder what it is you do
When you get knocked down do you get back up?
Or do you just stay down, say it’s just my luck
I don’t know if, you would ever go with
a fella like I (a fella like I)
But—I would spend some time on you,
I know I’m not your type, you said that that was true
Got no flat abs don’t pick up tabs you said that that was cool
You like my tats when we sat, sat by natural waters pool
Ain’t nobody gonna live your life but you
—That’s my advice
You could take it or leave it, this ain’t no Trick Dice
So long as I got the present, I choose to act nice
And I’mma act right since I was raised right
Thanks to my momma man it been that way my whole life
I can’t believe that our lives have been scripted
I’m realistic, optimistic, aphoristic, simplistic
I know I come from a limited place
You should want what you have not the other way
May be young may be dumb but I choose to say
I think today is my favorite day
If it ain’t you, it ain’t you; If that ain’t true, I ain’t, too
If I cain’t do, that can-do; I’ll come back, be brand new
Put everyone below you; I like when I’m below you
I like when you below me; I like when you blow me
Love when we get no sleep; I swear this hill is so steep
It’s autumn out but no leaves; I hope I don’t get cold feet
Maybe I’m just naïve; this life is what we conceive
& that’s what I believe & that is what I believe
Like hey—how you gon’ see the world with rose-colored glasses
I thought you lost your job, man they took away your classes
Cali is on fire and it steady raining ashes
Protests in the streets and we living on an axis
With Presidential tweets & there ain’t no sign of peace
We living with disease ain’t nothing is for free
I’m yelling out qui vive & they call the boy naïve
but the world that I perceive is the one I can achieve
A couple long nights a couple spent sleeping in
I like it best when you how my morning begins
Don’t believe me go ask my deepest of friend
I choose to live my life like a storybook end
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5. |
Go Tell the People
02:24
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Hey—slicing through the layer cake
Hard sound of the fork crashing on the plate
Hey—plus you know I feel the ache
Open up; dive in; tryna swim the lake
Hey—pop the cork on the Malbec
I been saving up; tryna cash the check
Wait—let me get at the tapedeck
Wanna show you some; slow it up; you breakneck
Hey—I can see you be worrying
Low sky looking greyer than that Dorian
You ain’t gotta fret it; you my heroine
Tell em all forget it; you what I’m buried in
Hey—sun is smiling on your lips
When I close my eyes; lost in your eclipse
Hey—I just wanna grab your hips
Ad-libbing body language; we don’t need scripts
Hey—love the way you hard-n-soft
Secret of your sauce; tryna show you off
Babe—you a mover and shaker
You got me grooving and quaking I’m feeling all types of ways and then then
Wait—I think we should take a break
Got me twisted it's different from all my normal days
You got me lifted, I’m feeling my ceiling, find it revealing
I’m dreaming, speaking forever, never say the phrase
[love?]—shit is hella scaring me
Steady falling in; vertigo; no sleep
Uh—shit is feeling real to me
Got me basking in; afterglow; your sweet
Hey—tryna tell you how I feel
Been eating salmon and peaches I like the mouthfeel
I could sun on your beaches its how them clouds feel
I could reach in your breeches and show you I’m real
Hey—I just wanna show you off
Show you off; I just wanna show you off
Hey—I just wanna show you off
Show you off; I just wanna show you off
Hey—
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6. |
Silver Fish
03:01
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Took a little walk in the park yesterday
Then I looked up felt the sun on my face
I prefer blue over grey
Took a little drive in the morning monsoon
Smoked a couple cigs and kicked up the tunes
I prefer grey over blue
Took a little nap in the morning monsoon
When I woke up it was sunny eighty-two
I prefer grey over blue
Took a little walk in the park yesterday
Then I looked up felt rain on my face
I prefer blue over grey
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7. |
Copy That (2am-freestyl)
02:20
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[freestyle]
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8. |
Seasons
02:26
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Winter. Spring. Summer. Autumn.
Flowers. Bloom. Die. Blossom.
Four seasons fill the measure of the year
There are four seasons in the mind of man
Born unheeded when the mental is clear
Soaking up knowledge while it’s spring it’s spring
Summer settles in starry eyes
Brood In the Mood like Wong Kar-Wai
Fragile heart to the brim with that love
Crumbles apart with the minutest shove
Then the soul hits autumn & he can’t be bothered pass by unheeded as a threshold brook
The beauty & pain that his life has fathered, the trials & the errors that it took
Doubt in the God who claim he offered, can’t life live hiding ’hind words in a book
Wool over eyes, being led to the slaughter—like time is the chef & you ’bout to get cooked
Winter snows on his features (man is getting grey)
Envious of springtime creatures (and of those who play)
Cheering on from sideline bleachers (saying “remember the days!”)
Wilt. Wilt. Muscles is weaker (wilt. Wilt. Muscles is weaker).
I reach out to God hope my message is heard
If I’m reborn let it be as a bird
I do not know how to live without wings
Materialistic I know that of me
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9. |
Nick Young GIF
01:56
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Kick boom snare. Onomatopoeia
Smoke in-the air
Old white men—be the real villain
Nas done said—this shit written
Can in hand—drinking blue ribbon
P.B.R.—Dennis Hopper livin
Horny as hell just like Frank Booth
Hood of the car, fucking what moves
Swaggy like P, velvet is blue
Turn to the crowd, my shit go through
That’s just some
embarrassing arrogance terrible parenting
smells like asparagus how could he stand it then
D-Lo been tattling, shot is still rattling
all the way round on the rim
Oops it didn’t go in
Allow me to reintroduce, I got tattoos, I been improved
Y’all just be looking confused, ego’s is bruised, like I been rude
I did what I did what I do, did it to you, what you gon’ do?
Crying out boo-boo boohoo, doesn’t behoove, I’m just amused
Man I be laughing you gas me
Looking this fine cause I’m classy
Smoking a ‘gar you don’t pass me
Tryna get both eyes as glassy
Like Wonka in that elevator
Original; y’all imitators
I’m sideways & slantways & longways & backways
This Friday was payday y’all bastards in bad ways
Kick boom snare. Onomatopoeia
Smoke in-the air. Now I can’t see ya.
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10. |
Paper Crowns
03:21
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Is there power in money or is there money in power?
Live in ceiling fan minutes, getting bored by the hour
I used to seek out the art, that was the stuff I devour
Then I stopped smoking pot, now I been lost in my thoughts
I just been riding the porch, cause I won’t carry a torch
I’d probably die for the cause, I should’ve been something smarter
I been in love with the martyr, canary yellow the miner
Then the bury the fellow, with purple satin the liner
Trouble sat in the road, he never did what he told
He said “I’ll never grow old” & so he never grew old
——I guess that’s just how it go
——life ebb & it flow
Anywho—got some things that need be said
I’m tryna live out the thoughts in my dreamy head
If my words are untrue than bleed me red
Rather have some regrets than to see me dead
I know I lack what things make you say, “wow”
If I’m a loser can I lose you now?
I prefer the ones who chose to stick around
Despite my empty sounds, faithful frowns, paper crowns
Is there money in power or is there power in money?
I been wondering the same shit since Doug Funny
Now, I got time to kill—I don’t work on the Mondy
Just been working on myself, I done been through hell
Now I care on my health, try not to think on my wealth
Cause the bank account been fine I tell the teller farewell
Finances used to make me feel vulnerable
Now I’m working three jobs living comfortable
That’s right I write, I serve, I teach—got my own spot, ain’t a reach
I’m like Leo on the Beach, I done found my paradise
In a pair of brown eyes, hair tied, with thick thighs
Til I’s red-eyed, downsized, & suicidal
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But if there’s one thing that I figured out, life is just a paper route
They try to keep you tapered down, don yourself a paper crown
There’s a lot that we can’t control, that’s how it goes
Don’t stop better stay afloat, we know, we know
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11. |
By My Side
04:44
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I got the thing that gonna like
Don’t act like you’re putting up a fight
You know you wanna be here by my side
I—I need you here, right here come inside
Glad you never met the old me
The way too fucking bold me
The one that would walk up to you, tell you his side of the truth
Expect your acceptance without giving proof, what a lame goose
But then one day—I looked at the noose
& I tell you, I swear what I saw was the truth
I see it sequential, this life existential
I find it releasing no stress on my mental
Accepting of nothing, but I don’t mean nothing
I think what I mean is the absence of all things
I see this whole world as bundles of small things
Who get with a girl & then they make offspring
You work nine to five, just to be sure you’re alive
When your day comes, how will you know it arrived?
You didn’t found God—He found you
I think that’s cool, I think that’s cool, I think that’s cruel
I didn’t grow up with god—Yeah, I said it
Stories in His book real odd—Yeah, I read it;
Yeah, I read it—I couldn’t put it down
Jesus ain’t king—but they made him a paper crown, uh
& I’m just a man with a maple frown, uh
I’m gonna make a statement now
Religion ain’t no safe haven—wow
Better find your way all on your own,
Gon’ need a family, gon’ need a home
People often ask me—they say, where you going?
To them I say somewhere, somewhere
Man, I’m headed off somewhere, somewhere
I don’t need God in my life; I just need support in my life;
I just need love in my life; I just need friends
that gonna care for me, always be there for me, hold down a stare for me, help me meet ends
Jive with my flow, not call me bro, be accepting & open to all
This gin is so peppery, salt coriander me, Help me to let it be
Help me feel feathery, help me to better me, Help me with brevity
I don’t need prayer in my life, I just need air in my life
I just need water, gimme shelter, I just need light
& some of that, some of that herb, hope that it’s purp, right after work
I’m finna go get it, it’s what I deserve, get what I’ve earned,
have what is rightfully mine let it burn, have what is rightfully mine let it burn
have what is rightfully mine let it burn, learn everything I could possibly learn
I don’t need faith in my life
I just need a good place in my life
That I can go to when I’m too low to
Ask for you to roll through, ‘cause I need to hold you
I just need you by my side, I just need you by my side
I just need you by my side, I just need you
By you I mean family, you I mean friend
I didn’t grow up with God—oh I said.
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Antonius Block
J & Baby Bobby making rhythms & grooves. They met in the kitchen of a farm-to-table restaurant, bonding over Yorke, Badu, Owens, Hynes, & Blake.
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