v1
tell me how to feel, spoke a prophecy, not loquacious yet I'm Socrates,
won't talk a peep unless you boxing me, won't fight for the seat, fickle opposites,
pick a job, I'll be top, finna pop the chief, talking flow like the water got McDonald'sy,
better solo, never feat cold, dope prose, picking proto-, watching my toes, never show those
Odds are the hole in the rowboat, never learned to float, so I tread like the wheel on a moto,
bed on the flo', walking peds on the local, pez in my throat, wanna bet on a hobo,
five cents guess, just stepping on a photo, a family, a death in the tambourine showboat,
band of the dead, too grateful to go though, hand to the head, Imma fuck with the goal post
Ghosts in my set, figure eights did a slow roll, boasting his best from a decade of slow-mo,
motion a head lock, the coasts are the focal, bro's out of wedlock, busted a BOGO,
chose my own shellac, spose to be loco, midi in the red rock, rusted the bit gold
broke if I spend lots, broke if I don’t though, grow with the sabotage, hoping my bones broke
Choke on the globe, wallow in the head shots, poking the lows with a stick, know a crevasse
Oceans are thick with the thieves of your pet rock, show up, take a hit, feel the holes dripping red drops,
Blow up, just a bit, I implode and take the bets off, grow up, make a fist, I don't know if we get lost
Roll and take a risk, edifices looking jealous, sold on the gist, judging minutes on the dead gods
Hook
Sleeping with an atlas / planning deets, and plotting schemes /
Reaping what you have been / solving static on a screen /
would you believe how many took a stab into our faculties,
Sheets of paper addicts, weaving stacks into the tapestries
And could you repeat every word left unsaid to me
sheets of paper addicts, sealing off your destiny
v2
invite them in, they're familiar strangers, odysseys that'll fill the pages,
out at sea, but I live in the pavement, follow me to the similar faces,
not in my palm, withholding a statement, a shot in the dark, the moon is evasive,
driving a car in a box in the basement, want to be guarded, but want you embracing
Want to be heartless, cold as the hatred, want to be hearted and holding you naked,
part of the artists and one of the makers, I bottle the boredom and store it for ages,
stowing my largess in front of the neighbors, a solid assortment of shuffling papers
watching him Roger, they fit in the cages, polish importance for metaphor majors,
out of this orbit, building my cases, up or below, I believe in good places
Took in an oath, a promise replaces, the comma is close, the comment is sacred
Cutting it so, forgetting the patience, saying hello, just note an occasion
Aiding them slow, master the pacing, shade in the goal, a facet is changing
Say when we go, the last are the faithless, saving the gold, to plaster the phases,
Tracing gallows, hustling daily, hazards are honed, erupting a fraidy
Cat in the Combs, answer to failings, having the dough, if they have it they ain't me,
Travel alone, habit will save me, tapping the phone, to rap is attaining
The excellent Baltimore rapper Jay Royale punches his way through icy, noir-ish production with take-no-prisoners bars. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024
