The Suave Sinner

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Lets talk about rainbows!
Let's talk about light?
What you know bout vibrations?
And turning into ;

The suave sinner got a safe code
That protect pateks, check books and some new coke
Next to the Christian duffle bag
Last name can't prounce , complicated  french, money effile tower
Phonetic foul play, flagrant
What they call it when i rhyme
Opulence to nigga sense
Poverty from diocese
Half the church belive satan prowling
Strapped up with the tims
But  Jehovah great, giving out His justice hacking jins
Never estimate, His power, jules in the gillions
My niggas partial to jules, mr. Fogs and different  switches
One hit of that  knock me on my ass
They my dearest freinds, in a place where growth demands the distance
And my oldest ones moved on , im still glad they  living
Dare i say i was scared of finding what was missing
In the murky waters, squinting tryna find reflection
Coulda paused then, permanent the intermission
But we got to move,, on the move
Making moves, treat the Atlas like a board
Chest protected with the tool
Just a pawn in the grander scheme
Grandeur on medulla, blessings rain in form of mulla
What a man to do?
Mortal in the madness
Spend it for the darkens days on floozies'
Daisy dancing on my doer like I'm doomed
Making fuego in the night, tryna burn down the booth
Tipping toeing with a Trident 7 different flows doing what I tell emm to
Stretching Syracuse to San Antonio they play my music
Trust me, i didn't ask them to
I keep climbing up the tree, looking like a wackadoodle
Feeling like a work of art
Sounding like a guru
Man my path less walked, righteousness congruent with the blower that make
Red splatter on the leaves to me
That scene painted invokes, feelings of screams, still staggered by the past, regardless hardened by the facts
As a celebration of my first tour, might  get that tatted
Permanent these words, permeated with the magic no Johnson
Or Johnson
Pain seep my skin, fairer than the season autumn
Dropping scribbles in leaflets, letters to  ones in bondage
More than  just a number, despite   Sulphur soul ain't tarnished
Suffering take me back to the end of the resection
Man it's more than that
Locked up fore inFamous
They can't own your spirit hardly, break your will like Richard in the middle of the great sea
God the maker still watch hold on, give you all this  grace see?
Shinning like an ap
Escaped knots nastier than Eldredge, L mob chasing, tryna get to greenwood
Geppetto chiseling destiny
Elohim He set me free
I could write a book bout plight, explaining, what it did to me
But you know how saying goes,
To hide shit from niggas, make 'em read
Make sure consciousness asleep, I ain't talking white or black
Subtle tricks stay up they sleeve
I recall the son of man, talking about the blatant evil
Come in form of anything
Come in form of Hip-hop tryna tie me down with wedding rings
Money piles gone build a house, already had a legacy
Tye die on my mind, had the color  blue in me
But it's crimson that I bleed
Same with you, same with that alien, even if he 20 foot
Pulling chromes on higher beings, higher generals all knew
Where the future built would lead
Wishing all my people grew, life been harsh as Balvevin
Figured try to emulate,
Build a light bulb for my niggas, really need them just to see
That I ain't the first , ain't  example a
I'm more like e z8.5 and a half
My new dealer blessed me, now my soul stuck on its ass
Treat my worries like I'm Mowgli, now I'm thinking more clear
Old necessities was left, right swiveling head
bare Moving around 10pm, thugs might interject
Doctor an excuse, they eat apples, capable of sawing necks
But they ain't scary as my father, had to deal with dread In his house
Got the guidance, don't have doubt
Even in my self
Sycamore tree grew in the hole
I think its home to elves
Every time I hit the oil, resonate like little bells
Basic business running, shrinking rappers, like the atom
Call me Hank Pim
Combined like the bourbon with the vodka
Burning like the village in the night
Hell always sends a who?
Demon constant with the trends
Torrid scalding, post bubonic is the state I'm always in
My kid cousin see an angel floating
Holding on my neck
Ask me
rj what is that?
On the center of my scapula a crescent moon there rest
Identified this speech is holy paten by the One who sent
I Ain't playing games for  fame
Fortune follow in advance
Juxta positing destined by the universe
F*ck Uncle Sam
Thank you to the troops
Thank you to the good cops silent in the slew
Death connoisseur, got a bone to pick with you
But, who am I to talk?
Rapping over beats this cute
Who knew beasts were cute?
When the thugs cry in the dark,, needing love
Tired of the Fake stuff from a bitch
Need your fix from God, stash never runs out.
I promise man His stash never runs out.

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