Ashes, Ashes (ft. Kalligraphy)
• Written by Coindrop
Coindrop's Notes
My annotations couldn't fit, so I'll make a separate rap explain everything in my verse. Whenever I get that done. It's a lot.
//Kalligraphy 0:00-0:48
Hail Marry, I match Ramon and them
This ring ain’t fit for two, I stick em
Aw man, I’m the fruits of makin hittings
Except when they cheat, I still make winnings
From baby showers to 80 flowers at my final hour
I’ll be writing power that generates the electric towers
Yeah, like, don’t worry me and CD are two of the most ruthless
Is it an evil illusion or evolution, the minds pollution
If you don’t mine, where you get the jewels you using
Only me and CD are the two who be congruent
If the shoe don’t shine or the function don’t sine
Then know you were surprised by the un-divine
Believe me, I’ve seen the TVs and screens each week
The shady dreams and paper reams feed your weak teeth
Calligraphy demon, categorizing the seven seasons
Calm ya breathing in the presence of my heavenly teachings
//Instrumental Bridge 0:49-1:13
Yeah uh, ugh,
//Coindrop 1:14
Doing time behind these bars with no key when I'm locked in,
Longest sentences for the time I use with punches once I clock in,
Cracked my case, battery charges, and my cell was full but sat apart of
Gang units each having having marks on them, and covered by tattoo parlors;
In love with this body of work, but never go frame
The picture I'm painting, I'll spin your records to hate,
Spread propaganda, make you lose control on the web attacking pacifist,
Won't cut ties and loop the whole process backtracking narratives;
And when this ghost logs in and sees these files corrupted,
Systems override with nothing but hacking like I was cutting,
The rest dawned on me, beat with rhythm till you snap and then you wanna dance
Destroy your mind and break the news to all your friends;
See the line and crossed it, cut it short and tell you to hang it up, and
Having my control connects with power without wasting punches,
We act out in this game, you can joke but I ain't playing
When I say you ain't stopping my goals incoming to my net making;
Blend in like a chameleon, laughing but no comedians,
My style is wild like graffiti, defeating me is inconceivable,
I'm similar to the Queen bee, and I play my cards up the sleeve, when it's
Enemies with strategy, I influence my peace with it;
And go in any direction with it, move freely like a bohemian,
Like Queen be with it, we'll rock you with every beat we get,
With rhapsody, rap study with my rap buddies who act-ually
Have nothing but pas-siona-tely craft something master-fully;
Me and my clone jaywalking, I'm double-crossing everyone,
Cuz I think outside of gay boxes with hit-or-miss projections,
Fuck sandman, you’re on Elm Street, nightmares won't start bashing you
Until you're in the yard, you’ve seen the park, haven't you?
Y'all don't have appeal unless you're a buyer of drugs,
To think you cleaned the mess of wretches that's prior to us,
You'll be feeling stressed inside your car after I rile you up,
And you'd see me wrestle drunks outside these bars like Shia LaBeouf;
//2:53
Ring around the rosie,
A pocket full of posies,
Ashes, ashes,
We all burn like souls below me;
I said ring around the rosie,
Got a pocket full of posies,
Ashes, ashes,
They all burn like souls below me;
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Coindrop
Member since June 1 2022