Another Body (ft. HarryTrevPev)

People saying my name like it’s a prayer or a warning, it depends

On who you ask, I command em just by looking at them

And flashing the Ruger tucked in my hoodie, I’m sitting on the broken steps

Of the building, the same ones I used to post up on with the rest

Of the crew, now they’re all either dead, locked up, or they went corporate

But I stayed out of a sense that leaving meant letting go

Of the last thing that had ever made me feel in control, but it’s changed though

Gentrification bleeding, they replaced the old corner store, pastel painted bike lanes

Over bullet holes, the potholes are grave markers, I know all of their names

Light a Newport, and I haven’t touched a bottle in a while

Everything’s louder now without the distractions, the weight in the silence

Makes you hear things, like gunshots and sounds that never belonged in this timeline

And sirens that never arrived when they should’ve, a crime scene in my mind, with

Yellow tape and roaches, I see a news chopper hovering above like a vulture

The city’s always on the brink of another headline, until the culture

Moves on, the air is thick, radio’s playing static, I open the freezer

Nothing but ice, and to test my discipline, a bottle of cheap gin

Move to the window, pull aside the yellowing blinds, see murals fading

Tap the side of the window where a bullet had once grazed me

The glass still bears the impact, a spiderweb crack fanning out like a warning

Pull the floorboard loose with a screwdriver, and reveal my gun

The weight of it in his hand is comforting, and then I hear a thud

Someone running in the hallway, no knock, but I don’t flinch though

It’s part of the house’s DNA, I sit back down, cigarette burning down to the filter

 

Sun’s bleeding orange, which means tension in this city

Streetlights flickering on, another body sitting

Beneath headlines, then I hear them knock, they’re bangin’

On the door, whoever’s there isn’t bringing salvation

 

Segregation may have saved you from my feeble tool, too

Reputation of the darkest day the light I spew, do, people recognize in fright like cowards every view

Ain't no courage in 'em dawg, such a disappointing harvest in their catalog

Reanointing no applaud, saints with chainsaws saw the logs, seen their branches y'all call bars

Are, uninventive if I say at least, please add piece of thought or peace, I mean I see you lack

See you rap, see your tracks, I've laid down harder hotter keys, know my lines are hot as lava

A martyr, I said this once I'll chant it again, my style 'n dimes be dread for your men

They'll try 'n defend, the lies they pretend, denying my pen, revising it then

They practice 'n practice for perfect of -tion, Ronaldo they train, in vain 'cause my shots always bend (Messy)

 

Sun’s bleeding orange, which means tension in this city

Streetlights flickering on, another body sitting

Beneath headlines, then I hear them knock, they’re bangin’

On the door, whoever’s there isn’t bringing salvation

 

Know my pistol never take a break it sizzles, as I make you pay in riddles

Though reflection better little, critical to say the goat is brittle, weak minded deflection crash out

I bar n's out with no doubt like a sheep, Ma always told me I'm bits of a king

Linguistic precision 'n vision of things, nobody caught what I did with the ling

Bar like a ba from a sheep in a ring, Ma like a maa of the goat that I am

Speaking in tongues as a young-in a man, damning the lands 'n the dams

Rereading the meanings I spit with a dim, lantern a quill 'n a bill of your sins

Green as the greed of the corporate machine, wills 'n the testament made in a dream

Fevers arising while neither redeemed, bats 'n the wonder have blunder it seems

Pricing my style at a billion a sentence, under which circumstance I will earn reverence

Citing my collapse to money 'n earth, decadence guns drugs 'n ones I'm immersed

 

Sun’s bleeding orange, which means tension in this city

Streetlights flickering on, another body sitting

Beneath headlines, then I hear them knock, they’re bangin’

On the door, whoever’s there isn’t bringing salvation