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'010 Shit (Prod. by Origami)

from 9000 Days by Izreal

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Music produced by Origami, lyrics written and performed by Izreal.

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Blazin’ on ash, wake up in trash,
Cannons all blast, beats so loud they talk smack,
Herb racket, jedi tactics,
Tight jacket and loose-fitted cap shit,

Grab the 64 controller, burn gas like a motor,
Piss is the odor, or skunk or whatever you prefer,
Detour past the ol’ spot where we used to score,
Where we used to steal from the store, when we lacked a moral core,

Packed our feral jaws with bald puss to get tomorrow’s applause,
Lost in the crosshairs of pressure and sayin’ fuck it,
Duck dicks, blow spliffs, never the opposite,
Grab some chester’s chicken, share your breast get a ho’s tit,

I don’t do drugs, I am drugs,
Thug life tryin’ to grab Dolly’s jugs,
Mötley Crüe but chopped n’ screwed,
Must refuse to defuse, I’m goin’ Ka-BLOOM!

Tired of funky fumes in junkie rooms,
Trunk rattles harder than monsoons,
More room to grow in this fungus-filled globe,
Told to prosper better than my forefathers,

Hold hope in restraint as I maintain ambition,
Dippin’ in a system that causes inhibition,
Sick with the rhythm, ill on a mission,
Like I’m Conquistadors in a coma seein’ visions,

Pistons all firin’ like Detroits back in action,
Back with traction, tankin’ on lackeys who lack back and,
Travel faster than a tachyon, murder a Mastodon,
Spit masterfully like this about Marshall Mather’s Mom,

Harsh like the Sahara’s sun, the fair skinned Farrakhan,
Hairy on a villainous run, a five hundred ton gargantuan,
Vanilla sundae’s under a sky that’d make Tom cruise,
Bomb use is terrorism, but if we need to, we do, cause ‘Murica don’t lose,

I know I ain’t Aladdin,
But I am a lad into rappin’, (I am Aladdin to rappin’)
Got genies in my muthafuckin’ battalion,
Wanna bring it back to the Kingdom of Kush,

Smoke kush by the bush load then reload,
Elevated or higher are my only modes,
Flow so kamikaze cause I cough crops,
Eliminating enemies and dodging cops,

Down in the gutters, tokin’ evil in the East,
Roastin up a beast to unleash for the feast,
Illest from them northeast streets,
Where its colder than bein' naked in sleet,

Im paler than ale, wrap star cause I wear a sheet,
Ghost on his feet, trickin' foes, playin dead then strikin ‘till I get my eat,
Heat on me like I’m playing D against D Wade,
Fade away till I find that righteous passageway,

Seekin a massive wage, ridin on tsunami waves,
Tired of this low rate, less than great, second to checkmate,
Its bullshit im no longer gonna deal with that fucked state,
So im spittin till im in that unreal real estate,

Mega late for this very important date,
But i still catchup and overun my opponents, its my fate,
Im goin out my mind like a shotty shot me from behind,
But keepin on my grind, ain’t got time to waste, workin' while wasted,

Pasted to the patio, smokin' wooly dro,
Indigo in training, mastering how to stay in the flow,
Crafting my own way to bake the dough, outside the box yo,
Abstract like Picasso, got hoes lassoed like a brothel, yanno?

Life is relative, its how you look at it,
Feel high or down like sedatives, perception shift,
If you look in the reflection and its shit,
Switch that so hard like youd need a med kit,

Get it? Im talkin’ pushin' yourself till you bleed for your chips,
Aint no easy party with guac dip,
This a dinner for guap, gotta grind for tips,
Write on my togo slip I chilled with hobos and spit sick,

I mix wit with watchin' cartoons on Netflix,
I spark Bics and flick em till my lids turn to bricks,
Optics redder than republicans suckin up to idiots,
But I ain’t a suck up, im no fuck up,

Im unique like a sheihk, but not stuck up
Oh fuck I blow bucks like sluts blow coke dust,
Flow don’t rust, keepin' slick, not weighted down like stuffed crust,
Its go gargantuan or bust,

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from 9000 Days, released November 14, 2017

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