Angle explaining the current scenario in his hometown. It’s not an anthem, but describes his relationship with his home. Do your thing. Live and let die.
lyrics
Verse 1:
No need for an anthem, it’s just some heat from a phantom.
There’s no team on the street and the interest peaks at random.
No growling in the belly, but the hunger gets the best of ‘em.
Owling with the swivel-neck, suckas greener than the rest of ‘em.
How many “likes” does it take to get to the center of a
center that’s taken licks to get to the “how many”, really.
Mistake overdrafts and cred debt for street cred.
Rake plastic cash, debate the wants and needs dead.
The crises, is in the identities.
It’s the pro-amenities, versus the “let it be’s.”
“Have nots” and “good and plenty’s”, walking with Jesus.
It’s, “How many more can we squeeze in between the housing freezes?”
Let’s just build a tower or twenty
and make the unit rent sky- high to ugly a pretty penny.
Only a few, if any, live in their means when they’re spendy.
Eventually, something gives, cut the budget for the venti.
Chorus:
Where all my DSM people at?
Forget a mattress, we sleep on tracks.
Go set the jet and then get right back.
The thinking cap it doesn’t fit like that, we quick to switch the hats
Where all my DSM people at?
Forget a mattress, we sleep on tracks.
Go set the jet and then get right back.
The thinking cap it doesn’t fit like that, no quit. We’ve got to live and let die.
Verse 2:
I tinker with the machine, to find me which cog
enlightens, but brightness sometimes like high beams in thick fog.
A city growing with not enough bodies to fill it.
Let’s overthrow it. It’s Gotham in need of a villain.
Bustling structural hustle busting time lapse.
I should be in a construction line of work, but I rhyme raps.
Over the bloated belly and I’m the one getting sore.
Decades of collective complaining get what they wish for.
All our eggs in a basket, held by the insurance racket.
If they up and packed it, we’d be left cold with no blanket.
Some say the heart, but it’s the bowels of America.
With 80/35 the world just passes through and stares at you.
Take off your coat and stay a while, or don’t, we’re undecided;
Left and right wings flapping, colliding ‘til the eagle’s divided.
But, we just keep on driving in our lane, creating our zone.
It’s the joy and pain, it’s the only place I’ll ever call home.
Chorus Repeat
credits
from Cygnus Opus,
released June 15, 2018
Produced by Electro Pete.
North Carolina MC Big Pooh tells it like it is, detail for gritty detail, aided by L'Orange, Steve Roxx, and Apollo Brown. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2015
