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New Whirl Odor

[verse 1]

Check that soul in

Tape is rollin

Black dont crack

Where the party at?

Stax, jumpback

Wax them tracks

Barkays cut it live

Like 45s

Strong songs survive

On records

95 beats per second

Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck itYou go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul

20 times better than gold, stax,

Keep it here

Cuttin them tracks, relax

Pop them fingers, play it barkays

Jumpback baby

Soul gotcha crazy

Cold feet thanks

For the groove

And them bomb beats

To make me moveColor of dead

Looks like the future is historyWhy you dissin me

Aint no mysteryOn the outside peekin in

End of your freeride

No way you can win

Beginnin of the endOf your liberal friends who pretendEverythings changed

While nuthins changed much

Uhh this is chuckStays to the left of this

And to the right of thatJust black where my mind be at

Shit wheres the rest of my cats?High trees catch a lotta wind my friendMy shits in a bind

Fine line between aware and blind

Dont mind

Some of them aint got a mindMind over matterThey dont mind

And we dont matter[verse 2]

I flock to refugees

Who flock to meThe roots the coup

And kick aside the genocide and the juiceComedians actors nuclear reactors

Players and ballplayers

Singers dancers and rhyme sayersWhy do us like you do

Ska doo

Fuck da residue

Frustrated 5 on 2s

No breaks for madd crews

Nowwho the fuck is you

Sick a youCommunity hoesis

Who posin as moses

In street clothist

Who be the closest who blows itEvery ryme be for the future of mankindCrazy heads cuttin off the dreds

Ruin health

Wit no knowledge of selfIncomin taxes breakin backs off a blacksWho done 400 years in this abyss?

And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor

So i piss[verse 3]

Some things in the air

When the smoke clearsWill it only be white folks and black jokesHow many be goneIf they bomb barbershops and hair salonsTime to dot comBefore they rub out clubs

Where you get your drink onMother father sister bro

Love is the messageBut war be the front page

In this mess-ageGhetto celebs spread by the hundred

Macked by the same tactics

Wit us in a tundraGoin underAvoidin cries from sodimizedSocietyScary getting screwed without a dictionary

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