Incognito

Call me graffiti
Tagging with theory
Speak clearly
Hold the truth
the tired and weary
Don't fear me
I bust the soothsayer clearly
Move to the o with the soul so they hear me
Must be the sound that we resonate quick
Bust through the doors the sounds be so sick
I
Hit the backroom
With the consume
With the exhume
And the bass boom
With the freelance
Wanna sea dance
Time to grind now
Fuck the romance
Pillars
Stars and mixed thrillers
Sean Batemans all throughout the illest
We sweat with the bounce wet
With the essence In the best sense they defenseless
Shock
police all up in the block
Incognito you know I'm hard rock

Was it her that said she dope
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I_gave_in_to_what_they_wrote
Broke_it_down_but_I_ain't_broke

LA squad rules, E's on bar stools
Busting with the say, May with the hey
Vibrating with the soul creating, spinning
Top been in, youth grinning
I was
solar darts in the last eclipse
find movements and bends when i grip those hips
and I
Mascara in the final drop
burlesque with the sess cause the beat don't stop
from the indian summer til the real funky drummer
1990 wander
Backwards Ali soulless alley
breaking down stops from the peaks and valleys
I
summer time in my morning sweat
6 oclock pickups stickups jet
brother on the East side feast the most
Western tried to catch but they can't come close
we
detox with the beat box
Hoodies to halos
bald heads and dreadlocks

Was it her that said she dope
in the backseat we elope
I gave in to what they wrote
broke it down but I ain't broke
was it her that said she dope
in the backseat we elope
I gave in to what they wrote
broke it down but i ain't broke

Once a time I was shy and sweet
now my fingerprints all over this beat
moving with the glaciers
ice in my eyes
fire in my throat Earth born with the tides
I was
sober when you showed me those things
dirty unkempt in my own stylings
shadows bend backwards wraparound poles
cold lamping stampng with her sweet morning shows
she
rubberneck and I didn't look back
freeing all the prisoners cause I keep it like that
with my george jackson soul in the pick
dubliners aesthetic cause the ink runs thick
I lonely the only verse in the sun
butter with this cup at the tip of my tongue
undone callibrate the zen one
thoughts disappear dissolve and become

Was it her that said she dope
in the backseat we elope
I gave in to what they wrote
broke it down but I ain't broke
was it her that said she dope
in the backseat we elope
I gave in to what they wrote
broke it down but i ain't broke