Soul Takers (2012)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Rafael Casal] They said you were going crazy Out here falling, failing Soul takers They gon' get you sooner or later [Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Look at it it's obvious isn't it when the hues Steeped in blues bleed purple as if inhaling the Fumes of a city marooned, consumed with ensuing news of a new boy Howling at a lunar eclipse My lips are frozen so I blue steel Eyes a razor, the pain you feel Cut like anger, an orange peel Bells of danger make strangers kneel Knell, knoll, nelly Handling my grammar with the static of a cellie Till it resound potent, echo out Oakland Sniff it like I sniffed it full of Hennessy and coke And I'm broken English and old Burning like the earth's center ready to explode See it feel it taste it hear it smell it like this The faintest scents of a minor 6th and a minor Gassed off this, the minor catastrophe Masochist, resides in the mastering, the mining of syntax for this Tax the lips, tap the ass, slap the bass, mash the gas Match the rhythm and wisdom of a city full of heavy hitters and spitters and niggas and bitches and killers And better believe in something Believe in belief till we leave like a leaf tryna breathe in these streets like [Verse 2: Rafael Casal] Better believe [?] like go go Sweat out your weave type wet wet Something to see type Set from a sun on the edge of the world Wonderin if he should jump or just wreck wreck shop [?] to the neck I'm a cigarette quickened to death what you expect Sounds like the town drownin in its own clowns And their rhymes arent even shot off yet What to believe when you see people doing [?] Nintendo parking lot Right by your apartment complex Putting dents in the fence Holes in ligaments of residents Body count is a fucking contest. Yup I hear that hear that Snare, clap, bassline, pure crack, see thugs, no guns, near gats Take notes, hang low, play, smoke, pray for folks Make jokes, stay broke, chase hoes, pen raps In a minute you can end up with the [?] on the corner When you were just headin taking arizonas Now your sip is a slip and they talk about give me your shit And you are not the type to let em press up on ya So why make a mona Least i'm layin on a bed wanna know if im gonna Let or listen to the song [?] you're just a dead reporter tryna write myself to light before the slaughtered thoughts of a goner [Chorus: Rafael Casal] They said you were going crazy Out here falling, failing Soul takers They gon' get you sooner or later [Outro: Rafael Casal] Try to block this When its running down Reminisce Just the story of a town