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to the Sol of Black Folk
By our friends, Sol Development, a new cycle of hope
When it goes down, I know we gon work it out
Or find a workaround for when love

likewise
We react to pussy niggas by killin em 9 times
I whodini, but the freaks dont leave me at night time
Ima genie with this plastic, aladdin how i slide

a disorder
Always had my shit in order, but why am I feeling scattered for
Wishing that I could matter more, so just call me the matador
There's a bull up in

the fuss free transaction
Tempered by today's recluse and non-interaction
Young Lily waits for her partner in this place
As she waits a semi smile lingers

the sh*t
Nah, man
No way, do I mean that sh*t (Damn!)
(It’s Jenks, baby!)
Black red bottom, 'So Kate'
When she walkin' by
Me and Millz starin’ at her
She

Red as a mother’s new born
Red as the stain of a matador
Red as impassioned lust
Thrust together to prove absolute trust
Red as a jealous mind
Red

Get you hit up for a nickel
Bullets hit you for you say 
Okay
Dodgin through the bull
Matador
Olay
Killin these hoes
Bettter call me 
OJ
Coolin in

stoopid
Got me playing matador ducking bull on the daily
I just laugh it off "LOL" like it doesn't phase me
Is it love? Do you hate me
Is it real? Am I

was just brooding
I went off to sing
Literally, not a metaphor for things
Hated it but came back- no more feuding
That be accomplished by a few things

Got them faces big and little
And yo light skin, shawty dig me she say what's up now
Last week drove by her at the bus stop
It's crazy she used to treat

the sack
Waiting to get on the track
That's imagery in rap
Matched by symmetry in patts
To the telemetry, elementary
Facsimile of fact
When the Polar Bear

I don't think she knows
When she hittin on my phone
I don't think she
I don't know
I don't like

Would she die now
She getting by now
Is she sleeping

up out this lane
Dodging all the bull sorta like a matador
Snake charming these snakes
And then I trap em all
Been about 3 years of shedding tattoo

acting like they know me though
But I miss the bull like a rodeo
Like a matador doing do-si-dos, oh damn
I got my left hanging out the window

rocker of mics 
A dropper of scientific thought a Ponderer conduit of decay 
A soapbox broadcaster give you the Play by play of American rot and Make you

Yo, yeah, uhhhh
Yo whattup?
Yo, it's the lyrical lexicon
The matador of metaphor
Mista Keith Murray
Chillin with my nigga Funk Flex
Word up
Got

we've made they rather you stay small
Grab life by the horns bruh
If ya seeing red be a matador bruh
No game on me, imma snap ya spine
Mortal Kombat K.O.

showed you love you said never more
Still don't know why you was mad at Owe
Chemically bad it ain't matter tho
As long as we moved like a matador
Ain't

flavorsome
Taking this summer by storm
Like a matador
You can't trust me
Ten shots of the bubbly
Looking lovely
Racks be looking lovely
Whippin' the Sahara

Volcanic ash will blast ya bitch, I can erupt
But I'm cool though
All this liquor we just drunk just got us too slow
Lay by my side, look at the stars, where

moved to Paris, met all the biggest names
I cut a scar above my eye tugging on a ceiling chain
Saw matadors in Spain, seen em dying in Madrid
There barely

and I’m so bored
I’m scared I burned my bridges
My feet are covered in ash
I asked myself what went wrong
When I knew all along
Was born a matador that

the vibes in check, on my list
Only truth, I speak out my lip
Work in progress, I call it a WIP (Work!)
Blessed, yep, could tell by my drip 
Schedule tight, 

been, putting in that work till they put me in that dirt
I be, working by myself but I still be doing teamwork
I need some needlework to honour those that