1. |
L.I.B.K. (Remix)
02:16
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[Chorus 1]
Got my knot of reeds
But y'all still stuck in the weeds
S'gotta let it be known, let it be known, let it be known
That I'm on high
[Verse 1]
I mean, well, I mean well
You meme well? I do me well
What befell you, let’s go into detail
What befell you, let’s go into detail
If you want to use this body as a trophy, then it’s the most unattainable
I fucking hate your bull
And based on mythology, I also hate the Bull
Your style ain’t sustainable
You can't stain the bowl
[Chorus 2]
Got my knot of reeds
But y'all still stuck in the weeds
S'gotta let it be known, let it be known, let it be known
That I'm on high
My eight pointed star
Has you looking from afar
Gotta let it be known, let it be known, let it be known
That I'm on high
[Verse 2]
Why do these yellow bellies sing the blues for that green?
I’ll burn through your wax like wack weed, oh is that mean?
Let it be known that my elevation lasts forever
Let it be known that my enemies can’t collapse me, never never
[Chorus 2]
Got my knot of reeds
But y'all still stuck in the weeds
S'gotta let it be known, let it be known, let it be known
That I'm on high
My eight pointed star
Has you looking from afar
Gotta let it be known, let it be known, let it be known
That I'm on high
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2. |
Oak Tree
02:05
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[Verse 1]
RuPaul the fracker cackling off
Rainbow strap on the shoulder hoist the state-issued Kalashnikov
Yah yah yah-ah
[Hook]
I was sitting under that dying oak tree
Didn’t think I’d be here long enough to see
The fruits of my seeds
But I also didn’t think it would die right over me
[Verse 2]
Hellfire scorch, says the trad-cath
But you ain’t fazing my queer black ass
Not a rats ass given ‘bout the Nasdaq
My neck’s the erogenous zone, tap that
They all ran their tongues past that
Internally went bat-scat
Coitus and gatherings fantastical
I wish this and more for my fags and fools
To my Chechen queers moving tactical
Internationally compatible
Drag is now an avenue of capital
Get dragged across the avenue by radicals
[Hook] 2x
I was sitting under that dying oak tree
Didn’t think I’d be here long enough to see
The fruits of my seeds
But I also didn’t think it would die right over me
Right over me
--chopped & screwed--
To my Chechen queers moving tactical
Internationally compatible
Drag is now an avenue of capital
Get dragged across the avenue by radicals
I was sitting under that dying oak tree
Didn’t think I’d be here long enough to see
The fruits of my seeds
But I also didn’t think it would die right over me
Right over me
I was sitting under that dying oak tree
Didn’t think I’d be here long enough to see
The fruits of my seeds
But I also didn’t think it would die right over me
Right over me
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3. |
Inanna's Ritual
03:29
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4. |
It's Too Late (Remix)
02:07
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7. |
Strictly For The 'Ville!
03:38
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[Chorus]
Strictly for my hoes in the ville
Memories for real
Ain't time to touch Kur
For sure, more in store to reveal
[Verse 1]
Slavecatcher's descendant met the toughest generation
White flight verses rainbow coalition levitation
Tainted with Spaniard damage
Ranting something frantic
Had me scrambling in a panic
Huh you was manic!
Saltwater leakage require opthalmologist
Melting from shroom cap anonymous
I caught your jist
Victim of capitalist-crab-in-the bucket postulate
Buncha bubble out the pot like azucar
Love letter to nature with a signature threw up
Crafting Afrofutures, oceanic manuevers
Smack abuser, require sutures
Yea yea yea yea yea
Bringing all my fireshooters
Being Frank like I was Lucas
Hyper off hyperpop music
Underworld stripes, I'm elusive
Sights of the scythe don't move me
Sight of the cypher, I'm grooving
Glide tear in eye, shit looks gruesome
Glide tear in eye, shit looks gruesome
Yea yeah…
[Chorus]
Strictly for my hoes in the ville
Memories for real
Ain't time to touch Kur
For sure, more in store to reveal
Strictly for my hoes in the view
Memories true
Ain't time to touch Eanna
Imma put God on you
Strictly for my hoes in the ville
Memories for real
Ain't time to touch Kur
For sure, more in store to reveal
Strictly for my hoes in the view
Memories true
Ain't time to touch Eanna
Imma put God on you
[Verse 2]
Bringing all my fireshooters
Being Frank like I was Lucas
Hyper off hyperpop music
Underworld stripes, I'm elusive
Sights of the scythe don't move me
Sight of the cypher, I'm grooving
Glide tear in eye, shit looks gruesome
Glide tear in eye, shit looks gruesome
Get yo lip shit
Sending threats behind a finsta, youz a limp bitch
If I wanna run the fade you ain't that distant
I got homies in your area, it's tempting
Not fictitious
I seen my closest niggas in the thick shit
Done pree'd your outcome like a mystic
You best tap the fuck in kid
No time for quick quips
I'll cut a tongue right out to spite a bitch lips
Doubt my sharpness, get cut with blade held by limp wrist
To be one of the dolls is in yo interest
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Savan DePaul // Ishtar Sr. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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