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  • Rostam – Bike Dream

    [Verse 1]
    You wake up late, you feel your heart begin to work
    And now you’re all dressed up of course
    And hailing cabs out of your door
    On 14th Street I feel my head between my knees
    And orange swimming through the trees
    And orange swimming through the trees
    Where could I go? What could I do?
    Put in the state, my lips and eyes give me away
    And now there’s nothing, I can say no
    I’m pulled away, I see another of myself
    Who’s found true love and happiness
    To sit and smoke there on the chair for

    [Chorus]
    Two boys, one to kiss your neck
    And one to bring you breakfast
    Get you out of bed when
    You’re sore from the night before
    From knocking on my door
    Your head against the floor boards
    Two boys, one to love you sweetly
    One does so discreetly
    Never will he meet me
    But I’m sure that you’ll catch your breath
    You’ll sleep into the day
    To wake up with sunlight across your room

    [Verse 2]
    Before I leave I want to try to go back in time
    To just that moment in my life where I should have spoke up but I lied
    As I sat there with my jaw open and I smiled
    He pulled his sweater off and tried to explain he’d all but given up on love
    I’m pulled away, I see another of myself who’s found true love and happiness
    To sit and smoke there on the chair
    Beside the bed I read this past week’s New Yorker
    And I watch him paint Antarctica, and watch him paint Antarctica

    [Chorus]
    Two boys, one to kiss your neck
    And one to bring you breakfast
    Get you out of bed when
    You’re sore from the night before
    From knocking at my door
    Your head against the floor boards
    Two boys, one to love you sweetly
    One does so discreetly
    Never will he meet me
    But I’m sure that you’ll catch your breath
    You’ll sleep into the day
    To wake up with sunlight across your room

    [Outro]
    Telling me something or nothing
    Never the one thing I wanna hear
    Telling me something or nothing
    Never the one thing I wanna hear
    Telling me something or nothing
    Never the one thing I wanna hear


  • Isa Muhammad – Chemtrails & Muslim Wars (Priorities 5 Album) letras

    [Intro: Isa Muhammad]
    I come from a time where it is about like bars nigga, where it’s about like lyrics nigga, where it’s about like saying some shit nigga, some deep shit nigga, some shit about black people my nigga. You shit about, you know, some some some esoteric spiritual type shit, some shit that goes into the essence of what it just means to just be black and just popping in America, you feel me? Like. Isa Muhammad nigga

    [Verse 1: Isa Muhammad]
    Incarceration, genocide, they kill you if you criticize
    They got your name and number nigga, intelligence centralized
    The homie Paper just got shot, I pray he make it through the night
    I know some niggas did some time, had to fly a couple kites
    I roll around my fucking city feeling like I’m Michael Knight
    And Jesus Christ, you need a fight, Norris Cole is colder than the snow
    I always get the shot to go, I got the baddest bitch for sho’
    Bout to get out 10 or fo’, and he come from coldest coast
    Lyrics caught the Holy Ghost, I travel ’round on golden spokes
    Naenae done hit them folkes, it’s a [?] if you did not know
    Palestine and the occupation, evidently, but you can’t taste it
    I’m in the booth on vacation, I feel like Wayne, it’s a dedication
    Outer space on the reservation, [?] it’s an assassination
    The shit I spit come from dark spaces like dark matter meets Darth Vader
    And elevated and meditated till you levitated
    Dronestrikes at your frontdoor, Inglewood forever more
    Chemtrails and Muslim wars
    [Chorus: Isa Muhammad]
    And I ain’t trippin ’bout no bitches
    Nah, said I’d rather put the city on, nigga
    It’s Inglewood forever, look
    Like chemtrails and Muslim wars
    And I ain’t trippin ’bout no bitches bro
    Nah, uhuh, said I’d rather put the city on
    Word, it’s Inglewood forevermore
    Uh, like chemtrails and Muslim wars

    [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
    I’m the Charles Dickens for these young niggas
    Pray these scriptures pay my daughter tuition, it’s my vision
    Ask me what I wanna be, and I said I’m a poet
    Survive a drive-by got me feeling heroic
    AK47’s for the shock and awe
    Made a fortune, and no more smoking in those parking lots
    Your men see you through a different lens
    Ain’t no love cause they killing even wives and friends
    Scholarships to school, they wanna know my race
    Took a trip to Egypt, then I chose my faith
    Field niggas would never suffer from sunburns
    One word, you still a nigga, take this whole verse
    Innercity niggas living by the Gotti rules
    To be on house arrest he made a lotta moves
    I’m prepaid for my next rhymes
    I’ll let these niggas shine maybe next time

    [Chorus: Isa Muhammad]
    Your men see you through a different lens
    Ain’t no love cause they killing even wives and friends
    Scholarships to school, they wanna know my race
    Took a trip to Egypt, then I chose my faith
    Field niggas would never suffer from sunburn
    One word, you still a nigga, take this whole verse
    Innercity niggas living by the Gotti rules
    To be on house arrest, he made a lot of moves
    I’m prepaid for my next rhymes
    I’ll let these niggas shine maybe next time

    [Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
    You received my gift, like a present, so my presence is a charity
    The difference is it’s clear, but I focus on similarities
    We in the trenches for our lives, these my soldiers in solidarity
    Your intelligence artificial, that’s why you’re filled with singularity
    Got that advice from my pops, it’s a staple
    Like a plate of rice never, not religion, but a way of life
    Pick your battle, save your fights
    A wise man can play the fool, behave or pay the price
    Respectability is cool, but that don’t keep me safe at night
    This is why I’m still evolve ’cause these policies’ll kill us all
    Nah they can’t kill us all, that’s why they wanna build a wall
    But they don’t steal and they don’t rape and still get all
    Like they don’t deal in raw, like they don’t kill at all
    I’m a New Yorker, I saw the builings fall, they came because we built it first
    The bricks are falling I say, and [?], that’s like the illest verse
    So for me to trust, you gotta get the fuck up out your feelings first
    Now watch you go from “Feel the Bern” to built up with the Bildergbergs
    What the fuck is feelings worth

    [Chorus: Isa Muhammad]
    And I ain’t trippin ’bout no bitches
    Nah, said I’d rather put the city on, nigga
    It’s Inglewood forever, look
    Like chemtrails and Muslim wars
    And I ain’t trippin ’bout no bitches bro
    Nah, uhuh, said I’d rather put the city on
    Word, it’s Inglewood forevermore
    Uh, like chemtrails and Muslim wars