I hope you make it through them dark days, demons lurking the the pathways, you better follow what your heart says/
And stay far from the fuckrie,
coated in an ora of light you can't touch me/
Spinning on my axis, ignoring the lack shit,ziplock is where my tracks live I chill on that shit/
Rolling up fat spiffs, or skinny ones even,
it doesn't matter as log as its high grade I'm breathing/
Night creeping for the right reasons I was hight seeking more grade, now the nights dipping as it dawns day/
Not one of those to go the wrong way, straight and narrow is my path stay far form fuckrie as the song says/
Run it back, so you can hear it again, I lay this off of the top like I was scared of the pen/
Whats that dope shit? Ziplock must be,
I implore you to stay far from the fuckrie/
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Stay far, stay far from the fuckrie rpt.
When Dead Prez said turn that radio off, I was bout that with my radio off just tuning in to my peeps/
with Hey!zeus and them rolling to beats free styling in the club before you had to smoke on the streets/
Ray Charles to the bullshit, in my own universe, no I''m one quarter of the Omniverses I hope you brought ya verses coz we came to spit rapid,
bunning emcees with lyrical this acid/
Hit the gym but not to get massive, on my grind so I can get stacking never say that Zip's slacking/
Zip is up, and never did give a fuck, and never sold a friend to get a buck/
And you could get your head swiped off tonight depending on your luck if you on the mic sounding like you suck/
They say we go hard I said I know we large, we told you from the start from fuckrie we stay far, say far
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024