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E​.​M​.​P (The Son's Return)

by Eville/So.Au Ink

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I'm going rogue like a Taliban..hold.. while I galivant..just throw off my challenges...road.. w/o halogens ..but bold as a paladin so.. I'm balancing ...my shoulders got callouses..globe.. on my back and I'm just lumbering through it.. accustomed to losing, I can't quit- it's something so stupid.. I'm punching the rubix cube, until the colors the fusing... it's got nothing to do with my comfort and this hunger is human so I'm stuck in this room just to muffle the boom-.. of dooms..day..hue...that just fucks up my mood... so who's to blame ..true... i've got nothing to lose.. but cool bc I keep the blues tucked in my shoes.. and the sad is a killer, and my damn man zilla know.. lax? It'll hit ya like, BamBam Biggalo... keep hands in advance, so the champ can't feel it though dance on'm like the Cancan, this critical...(repeat)
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Nina I 01:50
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Get it Right 03:13
Take me seriously...I mean it now..don't renege... make my pocket bust with lots of stuff...just like he did.. give me the time of day..just buy a case with the highest taste../ of wine ...just for the fireplace .that's fine.../ I require space and time ...to make my mind up.../ .I am the diamond not made in the mine....make me a shrine../ with gucci and fendi..don't truly offend me with loosies and henny../ or dining Denny's ...just find me a Bentley where I am attending../ I don't need dimes when I am a twenty... decline if we not in V.I.P..../ then throw up a peace sign ..if.we line up and need I.D.../ no walking at tee-time....I need limes in these ice teas.../ making a b-line ...my green eyes just see high peaks.../ you see my fee climbs in a weeks time..so please my needs../ some call it avarice..that's a bitch...I do not know.../ the name is greed ...basic-ally....every thought is my home../ making you work 'til you brain your berserk..down to socks on our toes../ love is when knots will not fold..thinking it's not that's not so... I cannot help myself...suited up and rude as fuck.../ ppl tell me loosen up..Im Lucifer meets Scrooge McDuck../ If you have your hand out..I will pan down and just boot your cup../ I will boost a roosters cluck ...hoover your bucks..soup to nuts.../ I don't give a shit...zip your lips and keep your pooper shut.../ monster too....any response ..I'll rip the constitution up.../ not concerned with your woes....I gotta furnished Rolls.../ and kids need a bigger mansion...rather absurd and it shows../ if I gave you my money ..you'd only waste it...it's shame when../ you don't appreciate what I've been saying ...higher wages?../ I'm enraged ....why not place me in tiger cages? ....you guys sadists../ tired of taking your lies .....god has forsaken him.../ when I'm just baking my pie...and you try to taking it../ you wanna vacation but, why? How will I pay for this?.../ guess someone is taking your job...not my fault and I am blam-e-less../ I never miss when I aim for the sky run around just like Reagan did..
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I heard'm say...you gotta learn to merge your vertebrae.../ lug around what's holding you down....oh, certain-ly.../ if your demons will get your face..never turn away.../ give what you receive in the place of the hurtin' say../ don't assist me...its a diss...I ain't this weak.../ Its a fact..Im laid on my back.. paint this Sistine.../ History.. Made me painstaking.. kinda discrete../ If Peop'le... Don't get me.. It's the mystique../ These half heart.. can't understand what's not a hash mark../ Back hard..I'm like the hammer out of Asgard..!../ Son of slaves.. Rose from graves...in master backyard../ lack what? Never relaxed I got mack strut... mack truck, built I'm on stilts ..don't have act tough.../ that's bluff...maybe a cliff that you can fall from.../ all thumbs ...still palming the stars..I'm awesome../ scars from ..clawing the walls..but.I ain't all done... I heard'm say...you gotta learn to merge your vertebrae.../ lug around what's holding you down....oh, certain-ly.../ the further they push ...I look like I'm a hurdle race.../ rabbits run...but turtle stays...there is no hurting' me.../ have a shell...that'll repel ...ev-ery last shot...../ passed hell ...with cracked nails..that was the bad part../ now I craft bars...laying back...and watching Macross.../ rap snob...I dont give passes...less you pass Nas../ natural...my passion rests...in my battered chest.../ I was clanging castanets in my bassinet.../ all my strength gathered fresh...i have mastered death.../ so any pain is passive threats...I won't pass a sweat... don't matter ..bones shatters..no hassle yet.../ passed upset....need a minute...like Castlebeck.../ stripped of my pride ..well then I tiptoe naked.../ no pistol to rob...and yet I am so gangsta...
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Momma said... Outta bed.. Get washed... Sleep in my eyes.. And my head did throb... Dressed in my best.. would this impress this God?.. Just to be apart of a precious mob.. Funeral of my peers.. In a few more years.. It drew more tears then ...My effort stopped... Why the hell would I praise a thing... That they gave to me during slavery... Kicked out Bible class.. Not phasing me... That was major key to me breaking free.. Being jaded was traded for staying sleep.. So the gate they keep was all fake and weak... so this Georgia kid ...just aborted it.... Outcast... Elevator to the floor and split.. Believe nothing... But this gorgeous gift... Of life... sufficed, I gripe but it's more than this..
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Nina II 01:41
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Can't break my skin or take my pride.... I gotta long road to see... don't worry...now...we gon' work it out I got it boxed up in me...all this oxygen... I keep locked up in my cheeks... it locks my limbs...so when my options thin.. it keeps me tossing in my sleep... can be deceptive ...this man has direction stray from the haze of the antidepressants they chanting champion..this can't be a message.. advance through trance I'm too handsome to stress this.. walking through the desert with the grass in sight... no fuel in my tank..or no hazard lights... so bastards would think I'm too gassed to fight... but their greed is just feeding my appetite... Can't break me down or take my pride.... I gotta long road to see... don't worry...now...we gon' work it out Life's not a bitch..if you ask me why../ if you smile in her face..then she'll bats her eyes.. yea the cash is fine...but there's no masked designed to capture mine..or clash with this mastermind... half the time I'll pass on that glass of wine... I'd rather bask in the rapture...of passing time... breathe out the stress...leave out the rest.. if he doubt's ..reroute ... then seek out the next... we run the ting..the ting no run we.... he nah dumb...eville swings from one tree... great ape...I take shape based on love things... never succumb...weathered slums..hon..sing...
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Blue Genes 02:35
Push hard, now it is no doubt I'm on the brink ..hell.. clouds in my scene...but no drought in my inkwell..../ proud of the things I'm, surrounded by...he held../ three tails of tigers...yeah, I'm alive and everything's swell../ ....best believe that Im born flow'r...human being more over/ sober .. souls breathing like the horn blowers.../ like Miles Davis the style changed ..more than Kurt Loders../ gritting through the pain like torn molars....now the storms over../ I reach far ...on repeat, the beat is my sweetheart..../ you seek gods, I speak of bar codes like key cards.../ they seem smart....gobble up bread, I dont eat carbs../ he's dark ...blacker than a streets...that your feet mark.../ these schemes start..a train of it thought ...keep your meat parked../ no false moves...foes known to fall through .../ like bowling balls thrown at a carpet...ya'll fools../ wouldn't know the art....yet I'm here soaked in all blues.... blues...never gon' out wash out... x3 like the moon, settled on the dark clouds.. Press hard, stay working, you wont know it's bad.../ best part of the day's when I playing on controller pads../ and press weights...then stretch away on a folded mat.../ or spoken rap...choking out patterns w/o holding back../ Like a poker match.... Need a lucky stroke in fact.../ Focus lacks.... My attention jumping like Jehoshaphat.../ Mind caught like souls of what hell snares... For my own welfare... Highly condone self care.../ Felt glares and stared right back at the abyss.../ Nietzsche says not to do it but I'm apt to be a prick..../ All this apathy is soothing... Do we actually exist?.../ So I causally pursue this, I don't have to be the shit.../ Still immersed in a sewer smell...I knew it well../ Chewing nails... nervous for this fight, now cue the bell..../ they doing rails in powder rooms...dudes is frail..../ fighting off green and yellow..something only blues can tell..
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Fault Lines 03:01
Don't believe soul..but the sole of my feet... kinda worn on the bottom...too cold to speak.../ always wonder kind of trouble would've chosen me../ probably why I open eyes...can't go to sleep../ all the old folks say the Lord gon' fix'em.../ but he's be nonbeliever...not home grown victim../ so if I have problem...it's a solo mission.../ don't need no made up ghost go with him../ pulled own damn self out the belly of beast.../ I see the sharks and waters...I can tell if it's leak../ my boats stays afloat and my sail full of breeze..../ placed nails in the seams....and pail for the sea..../ had the blues and grays....just so my all could shine any flaws in design ..just tossed aside..../ took a few too many steps...and I the crossed line.../ so my world starts shakin' then the fault is mine... Not trying to talk down on no body's beliefs.../ if you thinking god is police...then dont holler at me.../ i'd rather pull my cart miserable by my wheels.../ then thinking I'm a knight with invisible shields.../ I treat people like people...not disposable trash.../ put my deeds in my pockets..I dont know where you at../ take account ..I don't have a desire to fake'm out.../ if you're tired of liars and lies and then take a bow.../ the pastors are actors...just acting nice.../ take the cash for ice..and smash your wife.../ plus they never credit for the bad advice.../ if you refusing my help ..I wont ask you twice../ had the blues and grays....just so my all could shine any flaws in design ..just tossed aside..../ took a few too many steps...and I the crossed line.../ so my world starts shakin' then the fault is mine...
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Skit III 02:59
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Skit IV 00:52
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If I'm honest ..best assessment..I reckon I'm a wreck.../ recollect that every weapon I've collected's in possession../ when the stress is less oppressive...rest just for a second.../ every record's that I'm pressing...are impressions with a message../ impressionable 7 yr old lectured with aggression.../ this can decimate the way I relate to every lesson.../ so I separate the heavy weights that's rested on my chest plate../ it'll come to the light just run never hide...just turn til' I get my head straight../ though some never like what I brung to their side couldn't turn'm on my best day../ this sun that's inside it'll burn up the night leaving salt trails from my sweat stains../ didn't come this far to fail..I'm hard as nails...and so..you just wait.../ my thoughts are focused ...it's not hard to notice when you press play../ had to collect who the fuck I am...edge so sharp that i cut my hand.../ ain't nobody gone my rush my plan.. stuck by that now Im up by a grand../ we've risen from the picking now they quick to whip these scams.../ we are witnessing the whispering of the Mississippi damned...(DAMN) (gotta go slow) Verse: I gave to dap to zilla.. And we promised we won't lie../ Like when life was hard and I feel sorry for myself.. Momma please don't cry.../ I will do my best to honor all traumas we grow by.../(so) Consciously know I.. Am something hard beat or die../ How can we have harmony... When harming me's your life.../ I'm not harbouring so pardon me... While I'm carving these old lies.../ It's like thought of seeing anyone as dark just brings more strife../ Just as long I don't bother to respond , I'll be alright?..../ Nah... That's shit is wack and I ain't down.. I am black and I am proud.../ So the fact that I am passion-ate... Detractors cry I'm loud.. But they can kiss my ass down to crack... And quiet down../ Im in fact the lions growl... So this raps the higher ground.. Any Christian getting frisky will be quick to get these hands../ we're pissed bc you mislead us with itsy bitsy plans../ we are witnessing the whispering of the Mississippi damned...(DAMN)
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Golden Rings 02:19
Ever feel dim like a night light switch...? you can be hella clever, but your tries might miss... and instead the spark lights wicks on a dynamite stick... never taught you that losses are high tides... it's a process so often...just bide time... in my mind ...it's refining a fine wine... bright sides if you wait it'll shine like gems... And a so called friend....tries go all in ... break hearts with fake remarks... now hopes all bent.. not broke...start the boat...I hope ya'll swim.... putting tall rims on an old car... no change...just painted ...you so smart? Shit... watch as you walk...and you stroll off cliffs... so hold off on the thought that you've known all this.. I peeped the weakness and holes in the things.... you're just reaching for peaks and the golden ring... Here goes you know that fears grows... it hangs on your head as close earlobes... bangs on your bed at night..so we're told.. to buy and wear clothes that hide weirdo.... despite this, we lose the fight and hear ghosts.. of past and it's holding us back...like tear flow.. our purpose is purchasing worth from merchant... work for the jerks .. til we lurk in the dirt... try reversing the curse...end up hurtin' it worse... relearning a dirge and the verse of the burned... and it's irking your nerves..you can't burst to the surface.. learn this...and you might feel woke... but, your eyes still closed..so blind will go apply a little pressure that pipe will blow... so I suppose I'll go and expose their schemes... as close up the holes made of golden rings....
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I could say you have a problem but you probably know../ it might be you like me...as your property though.../ drug from S-ierra Leone the novelty's gone.../ now I carry more scars than my body hold.../ see....every time we shake hands on land.. you betray it../ even when you raise hands on the stand..'cause you hate us../ portray me as a beast... subservient ape..../ serve your food at your feast...at your murder estate../ ashamed of this fact...so you bury face.../ in your palms...say sorry ..no blurry my race.../ so we try peace and die ...still getting dismissed.../ on some 'at least we tried'...still feeling his whip.../ I could say you have a problem but you probably know../ that every time you pull stunt ..I wonder how can we grow../ got the hive mind....take the honey and beeswax..../ cunning with the scheme...snatch your money when you relax../ pack you in a building take your options away.../ put their glocks to your face til your oxygen fades..../ a box in a grave's where we often will lay.../ another notch and a name...now they mocking your pain.../ I can't breathe...got my hands up so don't shoot.../ all corks in the dam they jammed...have poked loose.../ how we gon' live off ...cans of cold soup..../ body cams no proof ...man I'm so through.../ it's a sham...mostly...pain...drank .with no flute.../ so take your boat shoes...dive in a puddle..../ I'm alive...my rebuttal's is to thrive in this hovel.../ surviving your fuckery....my mind is a shuttle..I fly.... You could say I have a problem and you're probably right../ it's the organized crime .. not the mafia type.../ obnox-ious fights on fox and popular sites..../ got a monopoly on blocking things you ..hypocrisy.. white.../ these peeps call police if you see you ..tall heaps.../ of shit....knowing we get beat ...it all reeks.../ palms cuffed in starbucks...you weak but talk tough../ just seek to wrong us....just keep your arms up..../ they say....but still spray...my hands was a weapons.../ shoot first ..then understanding..is second... abandoning ram-ifications....aggression.../ saying discretion was basis....a message...../ debasing my station ..when facing detectives.../ taking the cake..but this place isn't festive..../ a hateful display of the racism..festers.../ can't wait for the date when the bacon's for breakfast../
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