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imPOSSIBLE (Prod. by Conscious Notes)

from 9000 Days by Izreal

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Music produced by Conscious Notes, lyrics written and performed by Izreal.

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Changin' minds is harder than turnin’ a dime to a trillion,
Doesn’t mean it's impossible it just hasn’t been done,
And I’m trying to win something that’s never been won,
So watch me flip a penny into a trillion and one,

I sit back and toke pot while I watch cops,
A level above them, a step ahead of them,
Got the plot in the backseat of my brain,
Got the props from the old heads, now I go insane,

Out the hollow fields, 2-lanes roads with no other cars,
Had to forge it out the fire, find the desire to speak my art,
Bleek and dark, that’s my prologue,
‘Cept the summers we treasured, and baggies we delivered,

Peak since the start, just had to un-blind my sight,
I take walks at night where most don’t even go in the daylight,
I may not be right, that’s the risk of standing upright,
Standing for what you want, your rights and your life,

Used only get high off cess,
Now I get high off success,
What do I think of success?
It sucks, pass back dat cess!

Ain’t about the need for a free lunch,
I just drop the trees into the blunts,
Hit it like a skunk, roadkill, puffin’ on that dro so ill,
Smokin’ till that globe will fill, green got me feelin’ like Cloverfield,

Got that nu nu, girl in a tutu,
And she slurpin’ on my nude tube,
She got her new boobs poppin’ out,
I’m tokin till I Coo Coo, spittin’ through the drought,

I aint here to sit and explain, (crack open a book!)
Thats why u have your own brain (don’t get shook)
Go out and do it, (screw it, screw it)
Nike knew some shit, (props, props)

I need a week of shine, ganja and pussy divine,
Sometimes we all shaky, but just know I’m fine,
Never gonna rewind, from the pines here to climb culture’s vine,
Fuck couture, I stitch my own fashion, get the girl with the contour,

Monster, dinosaur, trappin’ like I got crack cookin’ next door,
Got the heat up the block staring at my family’s plot,
Mobsters move like ninjas, never know where we go,
Never get a no, and if I do, I just ignore and roll,

Close to perimeters, yanno I walk the edges of yin-yangs,
Which side I wonder as I ponder about the place of my clan,
You can’t outpace me man, I’ve been doin’ laps for 10,
Years, gotta wake up if you wanna catch up my peers,

Haven’t slept since High School, nocturnal insomniac,
I mean I never have a moment to relax,
Find me up 3am writing, 7am hiking, 4pm toking,
10pm chillin, then I do it all again,

The sensi sensei, that sativa breather,
All I spit is ether, I’m a venomous leader,
My testaments aren’t chiseled, I’m a nonbeliever,
What’s that mean? I’m like a wide receiver,

Odell with the mobile direct link to Oden,
Sometimes the lingo crosses, and I’m trying to get to the bottom,
The messages ain’t direct, and they change constant,
I’m just saying we need to open up to something different,

Been sent to this planet by an extra-dimensional entity,
If I fess up, it wasn’t anything that you’d call heavenly,
See I’ve seen world’s shatter and slip away,
Days turned darker than Grandma’s last day,

So I know the most high ain’t all giggles and prizes,
Surprise! This life is two-sided,
Better get yours while the light is shinin’,
Then retreat when the zombies out bitin’,

Snip the slitherin’ Slytherins,
Hop on my Griffin, get to the mission,
With my hype man, runnin’ till I’m outta juice man,
And my girl got caboose, it boasts me up and

I’m like an astronaut in the twenty hyphen,
First, rappin’ like I’m supposed to diss Fred Durst,
My bars don’t leave scars, they leave ya dead in the hearse,
In bed with the worst, you are, while I’m bout to burst on this verse,

Skrt skrt, roll with the work that’s louder than waves pros surf,
I got the prose sir, but I don’t respect your turf,
Fuck the hierarchy, ‘bout to start anarchy,
Aim at the archers, take out the ranged infantry,

Don’t you know war? Don’t you know the 33 laws?
No heart, no brain, no man behind the curtain,
Just emotions throwin’ ya into motions that don’t keep ya floatin’,
Drowin’ in your own waste, thinking what’s the magic potion?

Nothing,
This circus is your carpet and you’re the dude,
Better get your shit movin’, all the foes so rude,
And the hoes want none of you, (ewwww)

None of you, none of you,
None of you can fuck with the fuego I got brewin’,
Ten tons of gold stuffed in a Winnebago scoopin’
Up any hippie I see, spreadin’ the wealth like PB,

From the M-A I-N-E, AKA the 207 by the sea,
For a C or 3 my PPL been on the DL in the trees,
Wanna see them well, so I spell i-n-t-r-i-c-a-t-e-l-y, infinitely,
Be a 4-mer, I’ll triple it, two-step ya and be the one, watch me,

Eat me she say, I agree and then I devour away,
Power comes to many, only a few can use it right,
That’s the fight, that’s the muthafuckin’ struggle,
From a muggle, pop the bubble, it’s magic, flyin’ past the Hubble,

All the goons so gullible, fall for pronzi’s and pyramids,
It’s like the eye of illuminat-i hyponized ‘em and I know why,
So they can control like Sauron and his trolls,
Be aware who told you that your dream is impossible,

They’ll backstab any cat and rat on the whole pack, (lowkey)
I keep the loud packed so it can help me filter who (smoke trees)
I keep ‘round my crowd and who’s crew to screw, (show me)
Who knew that adjusting your mood can turn you into the one who rules, (emperor)

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from 9000 Days, released November 14, 2017

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