Angle gets to kick it laid back with long-time influence in artistry, Myka 9. Dust Collectors bring a real cool, jazzy, funky feel to this one. The collab croon about "afflowence" in hip hop, putting the art over the numbers and the new age of entitled rappers.
lyrics
Myka 9 Verse
Chorus (Myka 9 & Angle)
Verse 2:
I wake up fresh, so I don’t feel a lot of stress.
As the day progress, I find a way to decompress; truly blessed.
Material is not really the plan for aerial visionary.
That’s adversarial, superficial burial.
It’s a cycle of lyrical self-defamation,
deteriorating like bacteria, the mysterious
miracle experience, period. And that’s feeling it.
From the ceiling the beat is the deal and I’m sealing it.
Not with trivial drivel, I’m an official artistic vehicle.
But, it’s possible I arrive in a hoodie with sickle.
Scratch and scribble out the names that regular quibble and lack the simple
know-how to receive the gift and live a little.
The afflowent and not knowing, resort to hoeing and shit.
Pause your mixtape. I’m hamboning a hit, and giving a go at it.
Before you feast, make sure you’re hungry at least.
Spitting words from the streets, doesn’t turn a bum into a beast.
Chorus Repeat
Verse 3 (Angle):
To harvest the organs, your spoon is hardly important.
Of course, the artist forces at work to pardon the morbid.
To make the heart launch, take carte blanche. You got a right to it.
I insight you with, Bonaparte taunts, when you fly by your entitlements.
Black or white or mixed, situation flight ‘cause the fight is fixed.
Take plight-amins and pray your smile lights up them selfie pics.
Verse 3 (Myka 9)
Chorus Repeat
credits
from Talkin' Story,
released October 14, 2016
Produced by the Dust Collectors.
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