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black matter is live
takes up the space
outta my mind
and into the bass
when it enter the body
the soul start to shake
the limbs follow its lead
the soles on my feet embrace
the ground w speed
my face
scrunched up till there’s folds on my cheeks
my tongue unhidden as to taste
the rhythm- it speaks
and told me to take
the rug and cut it
we’ve quaked above the floor
since days of commence
meant to peel the load off
we summit
in joy, the movement
the body to groove with
the black whole, marching on yellow hued brick
to match the shoes, kicks laced in gold
the new drip
and they ease on down the blueprint
carrying nothing, reaching to zoe the blues without the feeling
So they never really stole the music
they might use it, but when the rhythm speaks a native language to give clues
it leaves its children to intuit
Get into it
Get into it, get into it
The music
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Brainstorming to change form into
something strange and foreign
Them lames aim is boring
Got me snoring
Now I’m dozing
They must dosing
I adios him
Cause he posing
Like he holding
I got the pull with no strings
Attached to me
Actually the raps could smack cats silly
These dudes ain’t factual they facsimiles
They admittedly act timidly
Can’t mimic me
My congregation is a constellation
Black ministries
Rap trilogy
That trinity
They imagination lacks imagery
What you telling me
You can be cocky being a copy of a copy
You sloppy papi
How I’m rocking is toxin free
So any bad energy get slashedi like an apostrophe
Obviously
You follow anything that’s a hot commodity
That’s not a hot policy
You Get a popped top with no apologies
🎵They coming with that same old lame old game
No aim
It’s such a shame
They coming with that same old lame old game
No aim
they all the same🎵
Im an anomaly because I honor me
I’m the kinda seer
To explain sound with words like Onomatopoeia
I’d a seen Ya if you wasn’t just another skeemer
Ima dreamer
Living every minute to bring it life
With minimal fights
You miserable like
Your only way to win is to bite
Whatever happened to individualism
Though we connected by an invisible ribbon
We have our own perspectives
Respected way to sit in the rhythm
So I’m not gone do it the way you did
Ima look for a new twist
You know something deep you can quote like Confucius
They all smoke and no fire
Can’t roll like poked tires
Livest yet private jet they coach flyers
If I’m correct ima threat to those liars
So I project so I can go higher
The most precise nicest flips with no wires
🎵They coming with that same old lame old game
No aim
It’s such a shame
They coming with that same old lame old game
No aim
they all the same🎵
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You don’t want me
You just want to rip me apart
You don’t love me
You just think how I love is an art
And you want to be a part
Of the drama side
Homicide
Of my honor and pride
Ima ride
Ima survive
Ima thrive
I ain’t letting you win
I ain’t letting you in
Yesterday was then
and today is a different thing
Forward is the motion cause you causing a commotion
Trying to get me caught up emotions
I breathe
then I see the games you promoting
And I want no parts
Used to let my tongue go spark
But now I play the humble part
Not a scratch or a mark
From your darts
Ganja in the Frunto spark
Meditation in some unknown park
Till the sun go dark
And I come home parched
Rather that than living with a crumbled heart
So I’m breezin
While it’s still beating
You reaching
Barking like tree skin
You don’t want me
You just want to rip me apart
You don’t love me
You just think how I love is an art
It was Me
My enemy my enemy
It was Me
My energy my energy
It was Me
I can finally see
So now I’m free
It was my frequency
My melody
You ever had beef with your shadow
That grief like an arrow
Leave you weak from the amo
When your enemy is you can’t even use your camo
Everyday is like a battle
So sad but got stay up on the saddle
Keep your hand upon the paddle
Through ruff and calm water
I adjust my scarred aura
I Give me true love
And move up in a calm order
Better than beating myself up til I’m slaughtered
Contorted and unsorted
You could run far as the suns borders
It’s no running from your self
Even with a sword on your back and a gun under your belt
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The Destiny
03:12
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The Outro
03:33
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Ekundayo New York, New York
Ekundayo the Mountenliun is a Brooklyn born, Long Island raised, Atlanta based emcee. A breath of fresh air. Ekundayo takes us on a journey of spirit, culture and love. An emcees emcee
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