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The titular track for "Golden Bones". Scattered 'cross the sacred land where no man roams. No Man.
Fucked up, top floor, free fall, wild’n out
Pour me up, life is short, bag the work, eye it out
Wired out, smoke break, back to work, higher now
Finding out, what im working towards is for the birds
I been superb, do you concur?
Currently, nothing that worries me
Wait 30 minutes before you touch the mic
Consider that my courtesy
Verbally murder the present standards
Oh what’s up? You tryna build? Well I got some nails
And a hammer, lets get it. The glamour and glitz
Ain’t worth shit, half these kids getting rich
Don’t even know what work is. And ME?
I sit above this city, watching, like “gimme options”.
Searching for the rap messiah
Ended up in the Remy Martin...
You’re semi-stardom...Demi Lovato
I push the beat full throttle.
Behead hoes like Sleepy Hollow
I talk to freaks and models,
It’s a hard thing to swallow.
Just know that if you speak the truth believe
Many will follow.
-My Golden Bones. Scattered ‘cross the sacred land
Where no man roams. No man
My Golden Teeth. Spit the sharpest syllables
Till no man speaks. No man.
My Golden Tongue. Expanded through the dust to yell
Where no man sung. No man
My Golden Mind. Will wipe this Earth clean until
There's no man kind. No man.-
Crash the parties with my homies don’t bother
Checking the guest list. Yes.
We only got one shot up in this mothafucker
Bout to get corrected, I’m Golden, show some respect
I’m holding, you know what’s next? A smoke sesh up in the
Taj Mahal, off the wall. Go hard like we partying at
Mardi Gras. Hardly yall, yall are hardly us, shit is obvious.
Off the coast, Marcus Garvey’s ghost, doing somersaults.
Ibuprof for migraines, in my lane, where I be proof
And I be professor, Greater Numbers no lesser
Go-getter, flow shredder, hot flame in a cold winter
I leave ‘em with no winner, I sit with my soul centered
Witness Im the goal tender, unlimited dro hitter
My ginsu is so tempered, I’m quick with the skull splitter so...
-No difficulty too legendary-
-When I die, dig these Golden Bones out of the cemetery-