Memoirs
Memoirs
1st Verse:
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Let me write my memoirs in peace
The myriad of memories I give you all of me
The pyramids wasn't built in one day
Fuck Rome ahk
Niggas stay riding European D
White supremacy's the enemy, yeah Omali told u
Homi’s everyday from the Chi to Somalia soldier
U know I know I'm from Philly out in Logan
Saw my first murder up on 15th & Wyoming
I'm the Bol who bounced out traveled 'round stay reppin'
On the road less traveled where I learned all my lesson
Peace to the Gods 120 lessons
Gave me guidance when I was still findin’ myself lIlluminessence
The God Illuminessence
Gave myself that name cuz I shine luminescent
Put it together nigga play on words
I grab my balls when I spit cuz cuz that's my word muthafucka
2ndVerse:
My cuties Is my kick starter
I spit hot lava
Kick knowledge
Shit u kick hot garbage
I cop product plot, plan, strategizer
Peace PAC we still bangin' all your albums
I study martyrs
Street legends
Great authors
Music legends
Fuck Elvis/ muddy waters
Fine artist painting pictures on my Neumann
Annoying bitches blowin' my phone up tryin' cop a quarter
I'm like damn lil' mama can't you see I'm on my Basquiat
Fuck your raps NE$$ I'm stressed out I'm just trying to cop
Riding 'round gettin' it on same block that they shot a cop
Be in envisioning myself cammy down in a Mazi drop
If I get rocked throw my body in a mausoleum
Or cremate me spread my ashes in the Caribbean
The fuckin' ocean cuz a nigga so wavy
Til then it's seize the day babe bro carpe diem
3rd Verse:
Jesus H fucking Christ
NE$$ yo you the Fuckin' nice
U Gotdamn Fuckin' right
A monster on the fuckin' mic
The problem is I hustle nights
Daytime, all the time
That's why so many rhymes be about that fucking hustler life
Up at night
Cuttin' white
Baggin' work
Fuck my life
Insomniac on the jack
Kill for some time to write
I'm writing right now on the way to a sale
By the time you hear this verse hope my ass ain't in jail
Knock knock knock nigga knock on wood
I write rhymes in real time riding round my hood
The life of times of ya comrade that got that good
Modern day audio-bio of Malcolm Little
Real nigga in the field nigga
Rocking vintage Hilfiger
Shout out to them Lo Lives still reppin' like it's Build Build
Throw them L's Up
Rest of y'all throw up middle fingers
That's for police Always & forever nigga