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We used to sit up on a stoop and dream about it Now they read about us jumping out of Jeep Denalis Travel cross the world Couldn’t squeeze the street up out us Quiet still our moves be the loudest got the vivid color palettes Written in italic, dripping like Italian fabric Add the static then it’s out ya price range, once the balance added Treat em mostly like Steve Francis and Cutino Mobley They love this, my publicist is when the streets promote me Only a few that really know me, I’m enigmatic Nodding while you telling me stories like I pretend it matters Cinematic with the pen I speak to demographics Send the tab, I’m a f**k around give em a classic Pull ups in the gym status, eating veggie plates Then meditate, living life at a Machiavellian pace You petty fake and I can tell from ya facial tone Mad cause I’m always away from home and I get paid to zone Huh, I made the name known like claymore mines And pay no mind to switch siders who play both sides I’m on my lay low grind you don’t see me but I’m getting it Known to push the envelope, you can stuff a check in it Don’t mad at me I used be king raggedy fiends nagging me yo I had to breath Don’t mad at me I used be king raggedy fiends nagging me yo I had to breath Don’t mad at me I used be king raggedy fiends nagging me yo I had to breath Don’t mad at me I used be king raggedy fiends nagging me yo I had to breath 88, that other summer The mighty Mets failed and The robbery of the finest fabrics forged a medallion Brownsville had the Ls and the Heart had the universals But Skillastrator’s here in the lettered Lung of Medina, Sunset Park Donde todos son Boricuas Where chancletas flew and coquis came to die Quietly learning the letters that make word bond Never forgot the plight.When there was no place given to my demographics Separating the Black from the Brown tactics History of omission, headlines of micro aggression And the songs of redemption surprised and depressed All I could hear were falsettos on ladders Voices that shrieked in blissed ears A lovely pitch only to the daring And I dared Even as Confucian ammunition seemed to load forever Even if the victory champagnes of Che be deemed never to pour And even as Allah’s Supreme math keeps me joyously poor in sacrifice I persevered, this Original man of Puerto Rican descent Read all I could from how we lament, frequent, circ*mvent and Invent Wrote pieces in scholarly tones and the wild accents True and living God ascent Prevail in the Occident And I became Allah School in Mecca’s teacher The last thousand Thursday nights Sharing curriculums of revolution: Fast and build Spar and train Teach on all terrain Sometimes I signify but mostly build on why Plus lessons that interpolate Blue in Green #ArtOnArt culture with #ScienceOnMusic supplements Working the trade of the inspirant Inspire freedom, create culture Powerful Equality, All Children Empowered And I love this life of martial treasures Schooling lectures and Pubbing breakbeat scoops With my Sacred WORDS I inscribed another element on Sedgwick A supremacy seen and read in all the N.E.W.S.: The Northern needs Eastern eats Western ways and Southern adorances Sunez Allah Almighty, all ways…
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