What's Good, by Jay Floyd

What's Good

by Jay Floyd

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1.	What's Good: Intro 02:44	lyrics	buy track
What's good young lions My generation aint teach like we should young lions Just know when we was rappin bout the hood we wasn't lying Don't really gotta explain what’s understood young lions Don't buy it until you check under the hood young lions Matter fact...y’all need to start buying the hood young lions Cop you some lawn mowers and a F150 Get you a Power washer like come eff wit me Master the trade skills and get yo network grizzly Learn how to make deals...and let's go get it So when they come to gentrify yo city Not so fast bro they gotta pay the tax when they pass go They play you like us like we can't all do math Hit em with deeds to hotel on baltic ave ….So what’s really good We ain't lookin in the mirror like we really should.. You only Flipping bricks then your foundation shaky Only selling pies...then that's janky bakery Diversify is what I'm mainly saying U ain't gotta flex, let ya bank make the statements look...To Heal yourself you gotta know the disease To know the tree you gotta, study the seeds So what good family Happy anniversary 400 plus years up in this murderscene Our education been a problem since the first grade Life is short like isaiah thomas first name Guess we just bad boys in the worst way We ain't never had toys except our birthday These days we work late ain't no piece of cake I hope you buy some land that don't depreciate Get you some crypto then sit low it's worth the weight Protect your name like that last piece of birthday cake that record deal is really just a business loan That's only plan B if you can't get yo own If you sign that boy, make sure you get yo business on Everybody gotta work give yo Friends roles Few of ya folks be tryna screw you in friend zone Same ones be dancin with you when you in the end zone Skin folk and always kinfolk But you mental overflow into pen strokes And your lil bros is listening mimicking what you spittin You gone heal kill em it's your decision What's good
2.	Midwest 03:34	lyrics	buy track
Alabama to ohio with the devil right behind em Devil was here when he got here didn't have to find em Heaven help us goddamn make em wanna scream that Medger Evers shot down sing it in a b flat Midwest feel a lot like the north south We just tryna eat, the townspeople got them forks out These ain't no boy scouts lotta lies told Pinnochio okey doke gota our minds blown Watch the lady with the scale with the blindfold I bet that She can see through that veil but her eyes closed ever read thru the braille it’s an eyeful They watchin slowly us die through the eyes of an iphone damn. There's just something about that midwest Weighin heavy on yo chest like the bench press We so niggafied they ain't even gentrified But everybody waitin in a line for demolition time I guess you like a twist of lime in your genocide They just want the fists to fly then its prison time I guess we went from steel mills and the post office Right to what they used that steel to build man no conscience So heartless There's just something bout that midwest We already got depression boy we big stressed No direction man DOWN the hood UP to no good IN the hood they used to steal emblems right OFF of the hood Yep RUN thru the hood WALK thru the hood talkin Yeah OFF In the hood it's ON in the hood often a coffins the measure of hood Cost of the goods Doctor say I got Dirt in the blood Im from the mud There's just something bout the midwest The ghosts from down south always tend to manifest Ain't No way I'm going out just from old age They been dripping poison in my veins Since they sold slaves I ain't really been the same since that boat came I ain't understand the game until my old age. I guess things fall apart huh I guess life reflect art It was written from the start We found this place by following a star There's just something about that midwest The great migration happened a couple of time but the second great migration sparked after the depressions and ww2 and elevated racial terrorism like the RED summer of 1919. The way of life changed down south and black folks moved north in droves. A lot of our parents and grandparents came here in the time from 1940 to 1970. They left a place they were no longer welcome into a place that was adapting to welcome them in a predatory way. Projects, apartments and tenements housed us in cramped ways and once we were all in one place Ronald Reagan came along and bombarded us with Saturday morning cartoons, sugary cereal, McDonalds burgers, shopping malls, 100 dollar starter jackets and crack cocaine. What happened next...welll that’s what this song is about...we still tryna recover from it. There's just something bout that midwest.
3.	Drunk Uncle 04:22	lyrics	buy track
All the moments with My mama nem All the kids walking to the house at my Auntie crib Smoke from the reefer out the regals window we inhaled Corner beer cans in brown bags tend to leave a trail my uncle was the source of the cheeba smell porch fulla repeat offenders he would meet in jail Goatees and gold teeth fingerwaves fly as the females Gold chains gold pinky rings Cocaine fingernails Sup Cool Breeze, we Slapped him five on the black hand What it iz youngblood. E-Z-wider in the trash can We Headed in the house to play mario He was scoping for the pac man seen a monte carlo It was just Carlos pulling up w a carload Of what we now know as sex traffic human cargo Walked into the house thru the sound of beaded curtains And isley jasper isley, and shalamar and curtis Cards was on the table, next to kitties and a cash draw My mama was on that Bidwhist. Fellas tryna cat call But mama on that gin twist knowing ain't no last call her knows the snubnose in her purse if it go that far She told me I should pose and do that jackson 5 song she like i froze in the smoky spotlight for a longest 5 Thinkin This gone be a long night Contact smoke got me hitting the notes in song right next Me and my cuz blowing in the game for the track and field Next room my uncles w blow on the table from the package deal Leaning so coo-cool…...or was it Family’s one thing we dont choo-choose we love them …….Stepped out the room for some koolaid Kitchen fulla of homemade liquor that Zulu made In the same kinda pitcher so I sniffed for my safety In the hallway was a picture of a naked afro lady See this world was carefree Kangol hats and care free curls kept they hair sleek... Even slept on waterbeds...bruh, everythang wavy Southern fried slang tho like Everythang gravy See I knew about heroin and methadone, Way before I saw that different strokes special episode And who would ever know that the predator was Reagan Got us praying to gold idols and got the streets Pagan s’what my auntie friend in the dashiki saying Odds and ends about consciousness taken Watch in 20 years we be zombies unconscious They gone flood the whole city with drugs for the iran contras Grandma walked in he stopped what he saying I don;t know about all dat but im never gone stop praying I’ll never stop believin my god cause he see us When the time come we be caught up w sweet jesus But The best advice I got ever got Smelled like wild irish rose and that ghetto pot My uncle came...stumblin, been drunk enough for a couple days Told me ya better listen close to what your mother say Don't try to be like me go the other way You good how you are..ain't no other way its who you born to be dont worry what folks think Keep reading writing that poetry if that's yo thing And see He talked with his hands and they gleamed in gold rings And he Basically spoke the whole thing in smoke rings The matrix was broke I could see the whole thing And I still see the faces of folks in my old dreams They just silhouettes... hand dancin as Peabo sings And whenever I see a hat with a feather, it still stings Cuz the best advice that I ever got Was from high ass uncle in a smoke filled party, what paradox He could make pair of shoes out of pair a dice Made an unbearable life look like paradise Brutally honest too cool for school, so hot he was atomic a human halley's comet Sometimes when the world get me scared black I pretend to slick hair back And spit these bare facts bareback And imagine i'm whippin that cream and yellow rare lac I guess apples don't roll too far...so there’s that./
4.	Open Book 03:51	lyrics	buy track
Hood friends they don't stay good friends We got no blueprints for this But we got footprints He who finds a wife finds a good thing so the book says and we makin music like whistling woodwinds it's like we should two step..naw we gone hand dance Etta james said betta days they Den come at last Down the aisle now the sound of the pitter pat Well endowed tho We don’t need similac I'm just spittin facts us got aNice ring to it Circle on your finger White dress and The theme music We don't keep secrets We open books We on the same team get that open look We don't close chapters til We open the book Ephesians...his note to us we sposed to look But You know I was showin out til You showed up Took me a ride out of neutral huh Ready for the level up Its mutual hun Water to my soil Babe you made me grow Daily affirmationsYeah you played your role Before we had our love scene I cleaned my act Since we walked aisle I've never Seen the mat These are facts you can cosign We was a whole vibe Back when quest was a whole tribe I stared you down when we met Like she so fine Whole time God had the plan and the whole nine Me and u on a ride to the wheels gone Even after that when we flying wit wings on When you need me to help Zipper up your clean robe And I need help wit the note that we singing on Glory glory E’ry open book got two stories unfold like newspaper...True story Queen queens Best thing that happened to a king She she's The best thing that happened to that ring We..was a mess before we matched up wit that ring The wedding was the draft now we run a killer team Told you my dreams first date out Flirting behind home plate making out You swung first pitch Said I was the one already Ya mama love me Said I’m her son already I wasn't ready that first pitch curved in the air I ran out into left field Thought I was a player But You was not buying a tickets To sit up in the stands You was not crying a river….Not over no man To win you back I had step up my hygiene Start brushing with troothpaste Cuz I had that lie gene Now We don't keep secrets We open books Always respect the team get that open look We don't close chapters til We open the book Ephesians...his note to us we sposed to look But You know I was showin out til You showed up Took me a ride out of neutral huh Ready for the level up Its mutual hun
5.	Bo & Prime (feat. Lucky Lenard) 02:43	lyrics	buy track
Jay Floyd It’s been a minute but we been on mission We been the legion yall demolition the black thought of the black church black jesus this benediction In the beginning there was word...no access.... send us to the joint We can't excel cause the fact is our document fulla bullet points That's true division...who da villain they crew be trippin like New edition dey ratchet..but a screw is missin...true religion be Loosely fittin the coach n this holdin the controller since Pole Position u supposed to listen bros in prison, we rollin dubs til y’all only visitin that the only mission (Like moses tho) we was broke as a joke til my bro had to go start making bank (Came thru with gold on a rope) Froze in the snow tho he aint even Franklin Saint Couple donations thanks….he aint even make it to age That start with two couldn't drink a brew couldn't even vote but he made it to the bank I'm comin thru breakin these chains i had crazy ways but amazing grace gone crank the bass, play some spades wit the part in the fade like its 88 I got inner vision like Stevie, listen..or wanda husband on TV wit him I been in movies you gone see me in em, And I'm independent you know we mean bidness I'm furious cause I spit the message, like Katt Williams up against a heckler Or a Heckler & Koch up against a necklace, like killer Mike you get that message We running jewels the flow is Griffith, Joyner wit it we Go in an get it We Pat Ewing with the bow extended we known to pivot so exquisite Lucky Lenard I’m back cause I gotta be, cause the game fulla lames and it bothers me Trust me I’ll shoot it like I’m Michael Jeffrey without no remorse like I’m Michael B Jordan, fourth quarter, I got the lead and move around the ring like Adonis Creed But when it comes down to the green I’mma beat ‘em like real outta scene Now I done rough from the start, and I blow through alla ya squad Cause I done threw hands and I done threw shells out the whip like it’s Mario Cart It’s all of ya fault, you say you a stepper, Girl you not poppin get out of my session Rapper not hot tryna hop in my session, I’m catchin body-ody-odies like Megan Had a son, had to slow up and grow, had a daughter, had to slow up some mo Then I went corporate, got put on to game and started a business now it’s on the flo I’m good in the hood in a suit and a tie and I’m good in the hood in a hoodie My homeboy crazy, it’s out in B.c wit the lean and he’ll come beat on ya bully That’s a card an if I need it, I pull it, Sunn’ing on cats, CP3/Devin Booker If it’s beef I can still season and cook it, but in the meantime it’s peace and I’m jukin yo….I’m Neon, I’m Deion, I’m Primetime..gimme the rock and I’m runnin it back I got Shawn Charles watching my blind side...so I can get back this montage.
6.	Iverson 03:45	lyrics	buy track
Soft brush if you tryna keep it wavy Never let beef get in the way of getting gravy Marinade before it's time to set that plate Tryna be too good is the enemy of being great That's what my big bro spit to me Crawl before you ball y'know like Paul said to Timothy Recall second Timothy when Paul was finna go It was all spit to Timothy cuz that was lil bro So yo keep that same energy We fighting the same battles w principality enemies...Same valley of shadows Same Judas Ascariots....u know the narrative They shooting pistols like Pete maravic All just Tryna be the livest one But none of us dope enough to carried that cross not even Iverson We grew up on them cornrows braids and waves So don't let them headlines feed your brainwaves Never tried to make a dollar I was always makin change Around these Rorschach’s where all the faces change This whole place is strange But the amazing thing... I still wake up everyday tryna change the whole game And blaze the whole thang w fire and gas cans Calling me a grouch you the one admiring trash cans Told my young lions to use your tools only one of em school here's other roads you can choose So true No matter what you gotta learn how to hold your tool And apply the right pressure, twist the right direction And master self reflection clean yo mirrors The most evil spirits is the ones we inherit Know the role of the stick and the carrot Thin line between a pirate and a parrot Stealing is a sin Lying is a demerit So think about the pirate eyepatch and why he wear it And how the things we wear can reflect our scars Cuz we ain't never too far from our last war We might even slur our arrrrs And grow beards some just to try to look fearsome Soft brush if you tryna keep it wavy Never let beef get in the way of getting gravy Marinade before it's time to set that plate Tryna be too good is the enemy of being great That's what my big bro spit to me Crawl before you ball y'know like Paul said to Timothy Recall second Timothy when Paul was finna go It was all spit to Timothy cuz that was lil bro So yo keep that same energy We fighting the same battles w principality enemies...Same valley of shadows Same Judas Ascariot's....u know the narrative They shooting pistols like Pete Maravich All just Tryna be the livest one But none of us dope enough to carried that cross not even Iverson
7.	God Model 04:59	lyrics	buy track
Don't listen to these rappers they giving out bad advice Break bread w some old heads who talk about sacrifice My pops had fifty years on me He was wise in his approach One hell of a money coach, Dave Ramsey nice Lookin back I wish I'd just took half his advice I'm writing this on fathers day on my way to visit your grave At least I paid attention your wisdom was sage And I wish that I could say I knew something the day You and moms got married My vision was hazed See, I was there her round belly would give it away She was there with no father to give her away You was there like what's wrong with women today Only three months later she shimmied away What was a lady like herself in the 80’s to do She ran out of Salem Lite 100’s and patience for you She would turn her rage against you Turn me straight against you Took me 25 years before I'd say that to you But you know how the Lord works..when you turn it over to Him You get a hail mary in a game you want supposed to win At the age of 28 I got close to him He spent his 6 last years as my closest friend That's why I tell my young lions don’t hold it in There's a reason we make tears we supposed to cleanse Our tears taste salty cuz they got all them toxins in em Don't walk around salty cuz you holding In all that venom First time I ever laid my head with my dad and felt closeness Was on his deathbed...an that don't make no sense. Fathers hug yo sons…. tell him ‘bout yo struggles Show em that you fightin some demons, tell him I love you Cuz guess what he gone grow up and he gone struggle You gotta show em the cloth he cut from so he dont crumble Tell him the truth...tell em what you did Apologize when you wrong give, him that blueprint Look him in his eyes tell him you approve of him No dawg ever too old to learn some new tricks Cuz when he get older, he gone hafta do this He might to apologize to his kids too Keep it a buck he prolly gone hafta forgive you Give him real tools, show him how use em show him what friends are...so he know how to choose em And when he lose it..moments he rock bottom He can think back and work it just like pop modelled That's the God model. The son says it is finished This what pop started This what God taught us Even the Lord's prayer begins w our father Lord care about the sins of our fathers So much of our struggle begins and ends with our fathers Keep your chest out..chin up you a Floyd When you don't like something around you..use your voice That's why we teach you all them words so you can say em It's ok to feel your emotions just don't obey em It's ok to cry in this world you gotta cleanse Gotta face your fears sometimes just do it scared Communicate say it loud so people know Stay Educated...always be open to grow. Some days might seem like BS, but it's still a blessing You blessed w enough talents gone make investments Make your word carry power Never break vows Don't count your days...just make your days count Life is like a playlist the way it's laid out Gone dance to all the music until it fade out. Sometimes you step behind the tables on the ones and the twos And you switch it all up a different way around Put in that work everyday don't just lay around When it's time to fight show em you dont play around Pick em up and lay em down Hit em up face the crowd Don't run yo mouth, Champ, be a good sport, take a bow And no matter how they weigh it when it all shaken down Just know you made me proud And when the time comes that I aint there to say it you can grab this song and play it (wow) You got so much of me...but you are all you That god’s model...praise is all due
8.	Hype Williams 03:47	lyrics	buy track
Black man and a cop clash of the titans I teach my son what to do if it’s him when they blast sirens Do I tell him how slow he should reach when they Ask for the license In the moment every breath that you breathe is amplified And they standing on both sides of his ride tryna arrest you And you know that you pawn in the game...without a chess move You barely can remember Where ya keep ya registration Mind racing..thinking don't shake or hesitate But you blinded without knowing ya crime...Like a villain Surrounded by...all of the lights like Hype Williams Feeling like you been stripped of your rights, that Jim Crow ish Tryna rob a man of his dignity that's explosive Picture a young boy with his chest out and his head up Whole life watched this scenario play out now he fed up so when they say ‘please step out the car’....that's a crossroads Cuz you ain't gotta get that car into that dark road Officer got his hand on the handle of his Koch Heck’ Sayin ‘Listen don’t resist, you are not arrest’ But who defines arrest, and who defines resistance And how would you respond if it was you in that position? Due to his complexion they crucify his existence Clearly stop and frisk is a modern version of lynchin Who protects and serves and who is really a criminal Keep it a buck they see him as a threat and that's subliminal Everywhere this boy steps foot, loses value Police protect valuable things just like cattle And they are trained to eliminate threats to the stat quo And black is the why they invented the Balcony and the Back doe And that unconscious bias is deep So you do not see him as a man but you see him as a wolf amongst sheep He’s surrounded by all of the lights like Hype Williams If he step out of that car in the night they might kill em If he stay and say I know my rights they might kill him if he...whatever sounds right, they might kill him Imagine his position...the call for backup imagine his position...getting gang tackled Imagine his position…the pressure will not let up Imagine his position...now they calling for medics.. The key of life is sharp they trying to lay us flat We too smart man we will not fall we too black we Chadwick…we are T'Challa, oh father! We done came too far to go back so we go harder Surrounded by all of the lights like hype Williams Surrounded by all of the lights like hype Williams Surrounded by all of the lights like hype Williams Tryna fight the power of a nation of millions
9.	Two Moons 02:46	lyrics	buy track
A Man w two daughters….a World with two moons They say they grow up too soon... Twilight, new moon Can't protect you from the world Yall gotta have room To make mistakes tho the stakes is high as the moon They light'll shimmer on the lake They know that its dad Saying hi...I wave back and the oceans'll crash I know these men have they rockets on mission Tryin be fly...can't stop em, I only listen And be a role model, standard that's set for our family Hold it down like the low tide thats intense gravity Im yo father not your friend when yall mad at me wolves is gone be howlin I'll teach you bout they savagery A man with two daughters..a world with two moons We lit cigars...it's a girl...pink balloons Stayed up watching cartoon movies doin hula hoops Til bedtime...then They say Daddy i love you to the moon And back……….like apollo...in a chariot I know…yall laugh at my jokes…. like they hilarious Time flies….yall at my shoulders before you know it Eye to eye with the weight of the world, that so heroic This world got patriarchy yall facing the odds Yall worth your weight in gold, hope yall wait on God But if its yall against against the world I'll take them odds Y’all was always uno up and out when we was playin’ cards A man with two daughters...a world with two moons Y’all made me a new man...not a moment too soon Lotta father daughter moments had a lotta Junes Couple decembers but june is what we remember We Sing the same that the chi-lites would croon she can just light up a room like Have you seen her And if y’all drop me a line from the moon to the ocean Then we'll finally understand how a dream works Remember them theme parks, remember them park walks Keep your head up….remember what we taught y'all You need no enhancement you’re beautiful naturally Vampires is thirsty I taught you bout they savagery And when it’s time to fight...put it down for yo family When the time is right you wear the crown for the family Venus and serena style brown skin tapestry Both yall out of sight spinnin round in the galaxy
10.	Imago Dei 02:28	lyrics	buy track
Imago dei Survival is the only game that i know how to play I heard Somebody said andale well then it's time to race Modern day somalian soldier with the Ali face Basquiat brushstrokes but I’m bare knuckle boxing Spitting the epistle of every single apostle Written with such vigor he breakin apart pencils lit Every thought that I spit is consequential Very inauspicious i slid in; Ricky Henderson You ain't got balls swing with the pen; pendulums Know the dogs vicious, you step in the pit; ending em The lesson is the sky is the limit like Mae Jemison I be skipping the grades and still schoolin em Workin with the bean like Percy Lavon Julian Who else doin it this well and transparent The black poet, when they slowing down, I fast forward You ask where the rappers that’s forty and got crickets I’m past forty, running the forty, I’m not finished Guess you had your head in the dirt wit the ostritches Twenty years putin in work, stop trippin You in the lion's den now, you gettin my attention You barely bench pressing bars I'm powerlifting I’m putting every plate in the place on the weight bench That's state pen level of metal that I'm raisin like Neo when he lifted all the agents in The Matrix Onlookers lookin like what in the tarnations I'm John Lee Hooker slash Booker T chased wit Lorraine Pascale cuz I’m cookin the beat….face it Top model, you ain't even gotta look at me I'm stretchin’ out like Jessamyn Stanley in a limousine Dressed manly but drip cleaner than the Sistine IG live with Trip Lee all in the split screen You asked where the brothers wit knowledge and got silence This is past knowledge, i’m showing how to apply it Look up every name that I mentioned these messages And you will understand what is meant by black excellence you still wanna see ID then no prob. Imago dei...that’s “in the image of GOD”.
11.	Reunion 04:29	lyrics	buy track
It’s like we only get together for funerals, singing off in the key of life fam couldn't match with a square...until they need a light We was all conceived in Buick regals on cheeba nights Grew up 12 deep playing from sun up to street lights 'Member they called police twice on us just for rollin dice that cold night when *** sliced ******* with his own knife our whole tribe was right there...middle of the night Us kids was front row like a mayweather fight, That whole sight was trife we wasn't scared but it wasn't right When the streetlight reflected off the blade of son knife Switchblade to the face...whole side was sliced rare We ain't sleep for a week that whole vibe was a nightmare Member that, ...me, you all our cousins was right there Now we spaced out we ain't seen each other in light years And heavy seasons we all had to get it from the mud For whatever reason they say ain't nothing thicker than blood Back then, if it was Saturday, you know what it was Paying nintendo at the cabaret in the room where the coats was Yeah I know Cuz..the hallway them old rugs steppin over uncles laid out off them old drugs Now we got new drugs, and we got our own kids We all wanna be a millionaire but we don't phone friends we can barely remember the block...all roads end we was rock solid in the past but that's Stonehenge But now we don't know what we stood for just close kin Hoods war, we don't even know when we go in Back then it was like all cousins was close friends Now we like soldiers home after a war ends Some of us found a way forward, some did not the lucky ones only got metaphorically shot Going back to the old hood feels like ‘da 5 bloods’ See the downaman field and that tree where that hive was ‘Member anybounce? a beer can was second base Any time you heard ‘March get set’...it was a race We went straight into a world that wasn't setup for our race And Grew up and found we too melanated to elevate it How else should I state it, I know you frustrated But it can't just be over beer cans that we touch base Regardless if our parents get it straight, we must make it Whatever demons they couldn't shake, we must break em So when I saw you on the ‘gram and the ‘book I said we both starting to look just our grandparents look We gettin old and that's a blessing many of us did not I clicked like on all your pics and sent you a inbox It was good to catch up...you know how we do The realest question was first one you asked ‘how are you?’ ‘I was struggling for a minute big cuz I couldn't call it Panic attacks and post traumatic stress had me pressed But therapy gave me a healthier circle of righteous brothas faith in God and Christ was discovered, I recovered I said I know you had a similar struggle……... You saw the same things that tore my soul up, I’ll give you that number’ You said ‘therapy? Thats what them brothers den got u on huh only Christian brothers I know I might mix with a soda Prolly too much of that too be honest’ And after a long pause of silence...I heard you crying I said ‘you always was a positive brother We used to idolize our uncles riding bikes every summer now times tight for us brother I mean bleed, we need somethin’ you said ‘God show up just when you need, slide me that number I got some things I need to heal with my seed and some stressz that’s on my brain So when you doin that praying send when one up for ya boy’ Family reunion
12.	Thankful 03:57	lyrics	buy track
Praise God even when life hard They laid hands, I'm saved man cuz of the lifeguard Never got too deep, never get too deep Truthpaste I spit it clean that's that listerine I am not a Philistine, that's a different team Still I'm not a king that's a different dream For my wife, I took a knee but that's a different league Different thing different digit different rings We worship stars but separated by like six degrees But I'm tryna be Masta Ace in God's symphony Get yo degree if that's yo Industry Get LLC’s if you got expertise You focused on the diamond watch yo friendemies Square biz...Make sure yo circle got a Memphis bleek Triangles...Don't let them octagons stop you Just know the gospel do what stocks and bonds cannot do I’m tryna whip us into better shape No hesi fakes, boy the greats never hesitate watch me line em up and set it straight so much upliftment I can levitate the heavyweights Still on the beat like juju tho Building my way to the shark tank like fubu tho (Lord, I’m just gone thank you right now, even before it all play out) Filthy rags filthy riches Born guilty as sin pending the sentence Born at the end of a verse spitting a hook My life a movie but it's better in the book He said I'll show you where to look but I can't tell you what to see Our disease is we can even see the forest for the trees Royal priests we set apart we called out But down deep we foul thief We all wild God's child I'm just grateful for the nepotism He was sending visions I ain't never listen I was swimming in the sinning but he kept on fishing Thought I missed him..I'm just thankful for the repetition I dropped to my knees like Malcolm X in prison My next decision was my best decision The devil left my system like an exorcism The devil left my system like an exorcism! Rose up from that water rockin that new drip Rose up from concrete w that blueprint Growing up I had all the questions my own answers Growing up as a know it all like Bo Jackson I know that’s a throwback, think D. Rose The game hurt me, my knees blown, no free throws Them same knees is what saved me, that's when He showed And raised me from a baby into BEASTMODE Went from famine to feast bro..a bistro All sixty six books man That's that cheat code G-O-D over me bro, he hold both reigns Gave me that Jesus peace..but with no chains Now I'm back for the second song like Soul train I unscrambled the board game I'm Coltrane Post game is the new lane I switched up Don't get it twisted I'm still putting a swish up What's the difference between time and a clock? Some things designed to be stopped, others not You are not designed in box You on the potter's wheel with a divine hand on the pot I’m so thankful (prayer)
13.	Hype Williams (An Eriq Troi Composition) 02:52	lyrics	buy track
Black man and a cop clash of the titans I teach my son what to do if it’s him when they blast sirens Do I tell him how slow he should reach when they Ask for the license In the moment every breath that you breathe is amplified And they standing on both sides of his ride tryna arrest you And you know that you pawn in the game...without a chess move You barely can remember Where ya keep ya registration Mind racing..thinking don't shake or hesitate But you blinded without knowing ya crime...Like a villain Surrounded by...all of the lights like Hype Williams Feeling like you been stripped of your rights, that Jim Crow ish Tryna rob a man of his dignity that's explosive Picture a young boy with his chest out and his head up Whole life watched this scenario play out now he fed up so when they say ‘please step out the car’....that's a crossroads Cuz you ain't gotta get that car into that dark road Officer got his hand on the handle of his Koch Heck’ Sayin ‘Listen don’t resist, you are not arrest’ But who defines arrest, and who defines resistance And how would you respond if it was you in that position? Due to his complexion they crucify his existence Clearly stop and frisk is a modern version of lynchin Who protects and serves and who is really a criminal Keep it a buck they see him as a threat and that's subliminal Everywhere this boy steps foot, loses value Police protect valuable things just like cattle And they are trained to eliminate threats to the stat quo And black is the why they invented the Balcony and the Back doe And that unconscious bias is deep So you do not see him as a man but you see him as a wolf amongst sheep He’s surrounded by all of the lights like Hype Williams If he step out of that car in the night they might kill em If he stay and say I know my rights they might kill him if he...whatever sounds right, they might kill him Imagine his position...the call for backup imagine his position...getting gang tackled Imagine his position…the pressure will not let up Imagine his position...now they calling for medics.. The key of life is sharp they trying to lay us flat We too smart man we will not fall we too black we Chadwick…we are T'Challa, oh father! We done came too far to go back so we go harder Surrounded by all of the lights like hype Williams Surrounded by all of the lights like hype Williams Surrounded by all of the lights like hype Williams Tryna fight the power of a nation of millions

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Jay Floyd Cleveland

Jay Floyd is a lyrical rap artist in the mold of Black Thought and Common. He's one half of the duo Rime Royal and a frequent collaborator with Shawn Charles. Jay's dynamic rhymes, versatile style, and electrifying performances have earned him critical acclaim and allowed him to expand out to the world of acting. His talent has no limits. ... more