Texty:
High Court Like A Ghost

Into the off-white room, she lived her life just to live up to the moon. Teared eyes, sunrise. She hasn't slept a wink all night. This is the part where

t stop for a minute cops telling you walk Fake guards telling you pork Settle for shorts, running from court Newports, criminal thoughts On the blocks bodies a court nobody supports What's a

when we just fucked bitches Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes And if we want a nigga dead we pay

High octane for the brain, puffin' on some dank Traffic backed up like a toilets do, bumper to bumper Music on slap, sounding like a concert Drink in

altar of progress to gods of ambition we kneel, Our database deities--they cannot save us, Microchip miracles only enslave us. The high priests of high

it The elevated trainline of the day linin the A Where I first encountered the likes of Baby168 Stan, Iz the Wiz, K56, T.K.A Kingpin throwups and way

his lambo', example, life is a gamble, 15 years old red rag around my hand, My sisters used to laugh and call me 'Rambo', Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a

I SING OF A WHISTLE (Robert Burns) I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of' a Whistle, the pride of the North, Was brought to the court of

Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we're from paragon goin in circles, like a ferris wheel