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Golden (prod. oriJanus)
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Verse 1:
Never said that it would be instant/
No matter where you read it, you were reading a misprint/
Think of the wrists slit and people that ended
their lives and hopes over the highs and lows
and all kinds of slopes/
So it's gotta be so that you can make it in
before the rude awakening/
The truth'll straighten it/
And your faith'll be tested, but you should strengthen it/
To give yourself a purpose like a student majoring/
Now who was made to win?/
I know you hate to lose/
But on this path, a higher power has made the rules/
And though it seems like you should be going overseas;
sometimes your moment of atonement's when you save the jewels/
And don't let them be shown/
I know your life is hectic, they don't accept you at home/
I'm going through the same thing as I'm making this song/
That's why I stray from the throne, picking my battles like I'm Razor Ramone/
Pacing along in my lonely room/
Tired of waiting, but they say it's gon' be soon, so...
where would I go?
It's only noon once a day, right?/
I save life in daylight to make things right with the stage lights.
Chorus:
I do what I must with no ulterior motives/
Building a plan and I'ma put it in motion/
Won't be deterred, got superior devotion/
Living my life like it's Golden/
I do what I can to make myself more strong/
I handle with care, I know I must hold on/
I solemnly swear to live among those stars/
Living my life like it's no tomorrow.
Verse 2:
Have a glass of my orange juice/
Samples in my records, care less about lawsuits/
I fought through more in my last few years/
And I've been killing everything in my sight, give me some tattoo tears/
To make a verbal outcry/
Our side is deprived and they overlook us like a Language Arts outline/
Until we get out of line and the cops show up/
The block's sewn up/
It's not pop culture/
It's hot like a ulcer/
They got us on TV/
CB-S news snooze when a brother needs to be rescued/
Unless an arrest cues to ensue and ensure, the devil's been using his pitchfork/
On the piss poor people that's pissed off/
No wonder we ditch law, they do it on purpose to keep us insecure/
Yup, I pay attention to the scheme/
In the midst of it I witness where the spirits intervene/
Which administers the inadvertent reason that I'm clean/
Deciding not to curse was the project I immersed last year/
Was writing out a verse and it had me appalled, it closed my register like a cashier/
And that to me was a blessing in my face/
Shooting for the stars, not a weapon on my waist/
I was prepping for this day/
And cleansing my corrosion/
Digging much deeper, living life like it's Golden.
Chorus Again.
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Amazing (prod. No Alias)
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On Top (prod. No Alias)
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One Life (prod. SUBMiT)
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*Refreshed. Obviously blessed, it reflects in my steps, look ahead, square shoulders/
As I get older I appreciate more which alleviates stress like Deepak Chopra/
Either that or Yoga/ But I don't like to stretch like reaching for the deck playing Poker, yes/
Take a deep breath like smokers/ Feel it in your chest like you broke a- rib/
Throw away the ribs 'cause my momma told me not to be a porker/
Yet I eat bacon, to contradict the statement, over/
Don't think of me any less 'cause a 3rd world country wouldn't think of it as torture/
I guess- we are not the same 'cause I aim to be human, and Wayne said he came from the Solar, correct?/
Maybe that's the reason that I'm grounded and I am not surrounded by people that say yes.*
- I'm- feeling good, feeling great/
Have a drink, grab a malt or a shake/
Feeling super like I had my own cape/
Matter fact, where my Superfly tape at?/
I'm- feeling good, feeling great/
Pull out the grill, make some burgers and franks/
Only adults get the chicken and the steaks/
Now say your grace, thanks!-
*Beautiful people; inside and out, the inside is out and that's what it's about/
We vibe out to this and then I must announce that the money doesn't add though the thoughts do count/
For those that do vouch; I thank y'all kindly/
For staying beside me like Clyde & Bonnie/
The game is grimey, and they don't know the difference between a pepperoni and a slice of salami/
And I'm like Gandhi/ I try to be peaceful/
And focus my attention into painting this easel/
I'm taking it easy, remain to be gleeful/
I walk around oblivious to life like zombies on Resident Evil/
Keep it in the flock when I move like seagulls/
Represent my property like Beanie Sigel/
'Cruise' like Timo/ (Timo Cruz from Coach Carter)
And through it all homie I just want to be equal.*
-Chorus-
*And I hope you enjoy it/
One day I'm gon' help poppa with the mortgage/
Take a nice lady on a well deserved voyage and let her stock up on some things like storage/
Gorgeous, pardon my thoughts/
Gotta get my clique (click) on to get their names on your desktop like icons/
Word is my bond, turn that mic on and Wyclef might even forget about Dylan/
Right on brotha, ignite on suckas/ Unorthodox like night time brunches/
Lunches encompassed with companies, accompanied by the live band with my homie on the trumpet/
Knowing that you love it, I brought it to the mix with No Alias and the samples that he flips/
Sounds so crisp, had to go and get a Brisk iced tea, young world what you know about....this?*
-Chorus-
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Motivated, under-appreciated by the over-rated/
No room to be jaded/
Talking to the Creator about what I created/
Creativity lives inside a picture-less painting/
Imagery in its finest form/
Formed from poverty, poor, property gone move
proper in the eye of the storm/
Cold stares, trying to find me some warmth/
Inspired by my peers so it's time to evolve/
As I- walk to the store for a Gatorade, I think of a greater day coming soon, Amazing Grace/
I'm paving the way in the road, making my own chance/
Seeking the light, bringing my own lamp/
Taking my whole camp through the wilderness/
See how real it gets when the money's gone, stranded on your own like Gilligan/
Make a villain want to kill again, feeling iller than before so they resort to perform old sins again.
Chorus: Unh, sing along with the weekend melody/
Sing along to my weekend melody/
Sing along with the weekend melody/
Sing along, sing along/
The mind is a theater/
Think of what you're feeding it, sometimes you gotta filter what your meal serves/
Be a responsible builder/
'Cause with the space you take, you should embrace your estate like a realtor/
For real, sir or madame, you can fill your platter full of atoms if you choose/
But when you get fatter, please tell me what you'll do/
Work it out? Yeah right, working out's not even in your patterns/
I don't flatter, I only speak in reality/
Casually telling you about your human abnormalities/
Running after your salary; you should be eating celery or salad, you're chemically imbalanced from the trash you eat/
The JB's said 'Pass The Peas'/
Listen, 'cause your sickness is sad to see/
Please. Don't be mad at me, I'm only rapping facts so what you're hearing you will have to...see.
Chorus Repeated.
Light-hearted, quite nice on the mic, I harvest-
food for thought, choose your broth/
Chicken or beef, I stew through the art/
Peruse acutely, my looseleaf is off the Richter/
Scale, weigh a whale, ring a bell- deliver detoxification
for you liver/
And kidneys/
Think about your tendencies, you're physically strong, yet essentially gone...like a ball at Wrigley's/
Field/
Pimp C- I'm trill/
Simply I'm real/
Give me a deal/
360? Kill those/
I'm kicking harder than steeltoes, the boots snap to you like velcro/
For whom the bell toes, I'm the recipient/
Privy to your secret, hidden in the emptiness/
Thicker than obsidian/
Lyrically an idiom/
Listen as a whole, it'll sound like Leviticus/
In the modern age/
Neolithic artist, I'm an author on the stage/
Metaphorically a pop-up book, 'cause I keep the words jumping off the page/
Cornfield flow, when I'm on it I amaze (am maize).
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J Nolan Atlanta
Hip-Hop
Artist/Songwriter.
Credits: Kevin Hart's "Zero F***s Given" on Netflix,
Little Fires Everywhere, All American, BET News, The Rookie on ABC, and much more.
Your support will help me remain independent and continue creating music from the heart!
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