Defcee
In my prime and out of practice.
Today’s math is: it’s sixteen ounces of tragedy in a pound of madness.
Flashback–sippin or smokin to counterbalance,
until I vanished like how to cope in a house of addicts.
Swam where sound collapses, and lapped the talent pool.
Rappin til the morning skipped over an afternoon,
Slammin into half a moon. My attitude was acid
Cuz every helping hand I was askin for was tatted, “SOON.”
Lands and grooves on the other end of the mic,
Even when the blade’s duller than butter bendin a knife.
Jeweler’s loupe over the verses: clustered, perfected ice.
Searchin for the right words with tongue depressors and lights.
Double edges of spite cut the homies off.
Funny how he only plays the trump cards when he knows he lost.
Rocks supervillain masks battlin grief,
and keep a flick of Andrew with a laugh in his teeth.
CRASHprez
Now, in my younger days, I used to do the fade
Niggas rockin’ Foamposites, Pewters, Cooler Greys
I’m spittin’ poems in my Forces, ain’t no two-a-days
I raised my voice, I made my choice
Passed out down Baltimore, I hoped they’d record me
When Armand had called me CRASH, that’s my origin story
Had to CAPS IT like Dumile, threw prezident on it
Kept it low cuz old folks say “If that’s what you wanted? You could have it”
Then we got half a Kenyan, it was madness
But he kept droppin’ bombs, so shit was tragic (I-I-)
When every summer beat our backs
Me and Matt, Me and E, Me and Cal,
Me and Kub, Me and Lou,
KlanLife, fuckin’ right
Since my nigga died, I’m on overdrive in lovin’ life
When another rise, I’ma wonder why the timing wrong
Screaming to the sky: “Can y’all leave me and mine alone?”
Wonder why I fight like this
Cuz it’s always a time like this
It’s always a time like this
It’s always a time like this
