I always see single shoes in the street. Maybe that's a Detroit area thing, like NY and sneakers over the power lines... Hell, maybe they're snatching kids off the street, maybe a hit and run... a fight (wait) did someone get beat outta their shoes?! The possible stories were endless, so I took on a couple. The message and the music combine into quite a piece of work. The Great strikes again on the hot hip-hop production. Overseas brothers!
lyrics
Bong – bitch, glitch in the transmitter
Grand – spitter, TRON, blues hairs -
(falli-ng out of the bong)
Glare at me wrong
I’ll send a flare through yo HOME
Magnesium poems the psalms
I bust harder than bronze
Be at the PUB bumping lager and gums
-Mums the word
Run through the burbs like Burkowitz
Son -a uncle –SAM merking kids
What you working - wit
Thirty-Odd and a ner-vous twitch
Steady enough to birth a bitch
..Yeah, we been quiet for a long time
Who aint buying the revolution
Broad-casting ON-LINE
Politicians politicking verbal prostitution
I am the seed of P.E. and I will I de-fend THEE
Great Production kill the beat
We leave the spot on ‘FLEEK’
Flyer that a bird BEEK
REEK like mar-i-juana
On the way to the House to filibuster
Bout all these fucking caskets (till TOUUUUCH-ya)
Still pimping – America – don’t (LOOOOVE-ya)
Just Try-ing to (FUUUUUUK-ya)
Touch ya under the covers, part time lover
The pimp sales dreams of re-incarnation
Where we can BEEE like OTH-ERS
AIn’t no-body been tryna keep up with TO-BY
You know the Jones-es is the only family
And yours and mines is like Am-i-ty
San-ity- fleeting falling asleep bod-ies
Fall-ing all in the STREETS
Who calling yo PEEPS
To tell ‘em the bad news
Passing through the intersection
I saw loose SHOES
LOOSE SHOES
LOOSE SHOES
EVERY WHERE I TURN I SEE LOOSE SHOES
(No shoe strings ‘em, Did not win ‘em)
(But they still killed ya nigga while he was still in ‘em)
Got no patients for bullshit (it’s OVER)
They pull-us-over acting like sadist
Say-ing dance mooli dance…
While I hithcu with this TA-ZING
Am-azing grace
Razor pre-tty niggas faces
Gillette-it and For-get(it)
Clean-cut
No mean mug
I’m smiling cause I mean-what
I’m saying, all PM and ALL DAMN AM
I ain’t never caught the VA-pors
Fall back guys – Lee MA-JOR
*Say it (I don’t pop pills, but we will pop BOTT-LES
Don’t do dope but we do smoke GAN-JA)
Big-BOD-Y style
Mi-Agi YO Mi-ata(to the LEFT like Be-YONCA)
Two Dookie Ropes on a BLUE-HONDA
The new wonder (The living dead)
Thoughts in my head would probably fuck with the FEDS
Change the future before Lu-cifer spread…
The temples under siege
Our bodies are made to bleed
I’m partying like I AM FREE
Buying shots – it’s ALL on ME
Throw yo hands up – like PREEEEE-EUBER
If life is a lotto – I done scratched off a few losers
Fuck music
Fuck who’s the cool-est
My thoughts are rev-o-lutionist
Do the knowledge of Hamarabi and
Understand the institution
And why the intersection is catching so many loose shoes
LOOSE SHOES
LOOSE SHOES
EVERY WHERE I TURN I SEE LOOSE SHOES
(No shoe strings ‘em, Did not win ‘em)
(But they still killed ya nigga while he was still in ‘em)
credits
from Hip-Hop Kamasutra,
released February 9, 2016
Revolver got Bars
The Great got Beats
