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14.4

Album cover art for "14.4" by E L U C I D & SKECH185

E L U C I D & SKECH185 - Rap, Sound Collage

14.4

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October 11, 2024.

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[Verse 1: ELUCID] Napster 99 Nigga napping through the lecture Extra Spare the long goodbyes Give me a minute give me five Stealing home, tie score, black sky Blue cheese moon, force of tide, long island sound I dial in you dial it down Couple hundred thousand watts On some real live Do hold the line She knows knives I wouldn't trust it if the poet doubt Afrika Islam loop in the key of my lord Connecting dots Outta Montauk Squeals of wild boars Let the dead talk War crimes account Kill the witness All who seen and listеned System error Lеss than zero Humanity pending Insanity instinct If given to take Expected Then we wait Who knows the hours Fingers trace her body Idle Corridors of empire Shadow runner Falling away Slopes corner shapes You be all in the way I wouldn't trust it if the poet doubt [Verse 2: SKECH185] Yo A generation of social static as a religion I'm a new jack to pretending This avalanche ending underpinning a steppers-set with schisms The evolution from an emotional child to a stoic nigga spending Was heralded with animated indifference Calibrated to doling advice after crossed bridges Fake histories consistently confirmed makes the posturing a monument More than just a sentence Unpopular when he died but important the whole time As mouth of the river as a sculpture to Picasso There's a statue of his arms at an obscurable goal line Sorta Roach, slightly Jandek Feeding public panic with silence Code switching is poptimism Catch me playing devil's advocate with Steve Albini's Black friends The same summer rainbows blacken at the site of a cop being brought to justice See smoke in the distance Know it's meaningful and not what it means to you Byproduct of gleaming the cube As the mind audits a childhood bleeding through She built a kingdom out of boxes to box with a world that didn't want her Sometimes an honest smile's a tenth wonder These hands build at the sound of beams breaking So they've been in motion since a teenager Patron saint of rough edges, they like their soldiers clean shaven 185 [Bridge: ELUCID] What are you telling me you haven't seen? I seen you niggas flash the money, you know you owe me that You know you owe me that [Verse 3: ELUCID] Jenny on the greens Triple beam pirouette I live between 2 mirrors Wipe 'em clean Pay your debt I asked the color of your soul Shortest verse Jesus wept My nigga birthright is gold The devil rang but can't collect Make do with less was yesterday I'm blessed to say that's dead Correct Fade to black But can't forget Sneak dissers chomping at the bit Off rip I'm in ya sundown town holding my dick dolo Ain't no one-up on me see that's a no go Illegal chokehold Yellow tape at the needle exchange Love pigs hate cops like the beat never change 24 hour drones Go it alone Blood sacrifice to nomos Throwing bones I'm too old to comfortably rock logos Read the note like Chalino except it's off the SIM card From Ham to Cush to Nimrod You won't cut me out of some shit with my name on it

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Credits

Writers
  • E L U C I D
  • Saint Abdullah
  • The Lasso (USA)
  • SKECH185
  • Small Bills