1. |
Intro
01:12
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2. |
Overdrive
03:00
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Verse 1 (Enigma):
So posted up
Chill home the real is on me
Still roasting 'em I'm building though
Still coast they feel the ghost
The iller flow for realer my inner soul burns slow
No filter
No sense in blowing smoke, lil nigga
Don't get addicted now this shit'll kill ya
Few chose to listen but I'm too close
Get wit it
Lil dudes gettin too big for your britches
Let's sit em down
How, this pilots the palm it's critical
Cold literature, literally cold killing em
The flow, got a lot of those to line up to fall like dominoes
Then get up, I get up, I'm so giga
Like sixteens that niggas bite
Recite my life over mics type ginseng energy
Swinging the guillotine niggas quick to leave
Peep the lean
Shouts to Winston and the Boro, flow nicotine
AMP on the beat, pick em clean
Tip the scales shells ripping well no way will they prevail when I story tell
Along this gory trail I'm...
Trail blazing yep hell raising the stakes higher than Ninja Gaiden somersaults
I'm elder statesman in rap placements, past patient
They hating but it's facts, face it
Face it, when I got a track to play with I trace back to the days when a tape stack was your playlist
Yeah...yep way back to the basics to the days of
Shelltoes and wack niggas in ASICS
With fat laces
To the days of Sega when I smacked faces
Still whoop a nigga's ass with Vega
Can't save ya, flavor so major, where you at
Verse 2 (Sundown):
Kevin Mack that Tecmo Bowl attack
NES set baton tosses runnin' 'em
Bo Jack
Three four defense progression on my stepping but...
They tried to shut me down, and I was hip to game
So I cut slack for none
Two tons upon my deltoids for shrugs
Hold weight just like the fishscale
Gilgamesh the rest and I sweat none
For the bigger fish to fry, fly or die
I was wringing out my nets
Got my product tied up with the vets, they gave me credit, yo
It's Goldman Sachs and I stroll with the money sack
Full of stacks I'm unattracted to these hoes upon my back, but yo
Hit me on the jack with all that slang from out the gangster flicks
They decipher the flip code, so I stroll past
Kaiser Soze with the limp
I pimp the scene, promethazine eyes scour everything
Digest the dreams with a broken gait
Hoes all relate to the god
Illuminate the steps
Billie Jean, Jean Grae fresh, it's mic check one-two
Stretching my auditory complex with AMP
Tell em cut the check, yep
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3. |
Proceed
03:16
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Verse 1 (Enigma):
Yo, back on my rap shit
Coast to coast I go where most flows get mastered so
Nigga
Get torched like matches as I match your force with force
Destroy your whole fortress
Channel the Four Horsemen
Go down in rap lore, get a choir, something to latch on
E the pastor
Passing over the passover, the rap Hova is back know the passion'll blow past that vocab as I...proceed
To go mad, old habits, that old adage
Them hoes had it but damn it they lack the gonads
And now I'm so glad, see it more clearly
It the facts don't fit, my nigga you change the theory
And those who fear me, Enigma the great debater
They won't hear me
'Cause the words ain't reaching 'em
And I purge myself of them leeching ones, that speaker thumbs
And weaker ones run before we feed 'em some
Chorus (x4):
I shall, proceed
As we continue, to rock the mic
Verse 2 (Sundown):
Shall I continue, for continuity's sake
Breaking your defense down, around my Belichick
I'm shaking off my circumstances, got a stanza
With a rifle arm cannon, they done fucked up
I got some weapons still for my presence when I walk past
The Bledsoe flow
Said it was mine and so I turned it to a dynasty
The Foxboro foxhole bombardier
My near sighted vision plus my farfetched respect tete-a-tete
With my contemporaries
Number 18, 10, penning my sins, I got a grin that you would see upon your movie poster
Roasting your secondary
Thoughts that I was washed up, the fuck you brought these rookies on the field to try and stop my squad
I got a killer stare aware of everything around me
I'm in the pocket with my vocab
Going back and forth with Enigma over beats Mr Preem the second
Bet it
And better yet I put your monologue in check
Chorus (x4):
I shall, proceed
As we continue, to rock the mic
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4. |
Relax
03:16
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Verse 1 (Sundown):
Generation gap, slack noose, the groove
I got 'em hung and trying to prove it like it's Willie Lynch
What a silly sense, I penny pinch
Pimp the democratic
Five on that black hand side, slide em the rhythm
Get em
Split em like White Owls they burn slow
Stick em in a furnace then forget em
That's the way the world turns
Revolve like six piece I sleep next to kin
Seen em slipping
Death comes next, better respect the cycle
Long as the pen swiveling I shovel dirt they unearth my gems as writer
Tried to tell em like that cypher's on a siphon
Better get it while you can
I was Azkaban flyer than a caged bird singing
With a lightning bolt, bringing smoke to atmosphere
Carbon dioxide applied like the strategy was mapped out
Blacked out, stash house recordings
A portion of all my brainwave storage I'm on course with the rhythm
Chorus (x4):
Relax
Peep the format, before that, relax
Verse 2 (Enigma):
Some time implies pressure
Maybe they've seen more it seems more of them fiends
Linger between me and my
Words I urge em to lean on
Embody your live's fine divine presence
So preach on
Reach back, relax, AMP keep the needle warm to react
Til the flow relapse so breathe
Breathe, between me and the sixteen words
I print these verses to silk screens
Print these words with big dreams and build
Instill these pen skills at will
The fact still remains I'm that ill
Storming The Bastille
The passion is here, got my gear in check
Guess my rhymes in check, yes my timing in check
Niggas ain't chiming in yet
No sense in trying I'm honest they want no problem with that
F the drama what's the honor in that
Peep the format, before that, relax
Chorus (x4):
Relax
Peep the format, before that, relax
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5. |
3000 and Beyond
03:40
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Verse 1 (Enigma):
Behold the rival, the rap idol
Alone in my zone I pack lighter
That black bible, unbridled
Unbinded, untapped energy
Rhymes recited reminding them of that energy
Act Proof symmetry, simply string them along call on the symphony
The long arm of the law, sound the alarm
To soundbomb, as tall as the gods, call on the Elohim
Run now before Sundown burn through your melanin
It's E Dot before this heat drops, stops it's sweltering
Varsity league got letters over here
Harvard fellowships, Grammys, cardigan sweaters here
Nine years in we veterans up in this here, so come prepared
Not ready but unaware
D-League pee pee niggas soil your underwear
Descend on em til they depend on me to take em there
Spit kicking, no been spitting lyrical lunges here
Ribs touching, no bibs lunching, taking no punches here
Not an ending in sight, no light, no tunnel
Just writing my opus journal
Might this be my life displayed through mics this way
We enlight the righteous, be insightful
E be mindful, you might be a martyr
Not the king of Sparta, but lead like Leonidas
I be the nicest with these devices
You need a license to fight this, see this mic go lifeless
Like Tyson in the 90s
Chorus (x1)
Sun, moon, and stars
I forever raise bars, 3000 and beyond
To weather these these storms
We forever raise bars, 3000 and beyond
Verse 2 (Sundown):
I figured that you would have equations on the wall and shit
Hand me my walking stick
Push the pyramid to sphinx combination, while we walk and shit
Clark Wallys full of sand, I'm in the hourglass, trace my steps
Time travel to genuflect to the Sun Ra
The sunspots blots, through the ink, I let the writing shine
And the sun spot forever stays hot, like a lightning strike
While I'm climbing on my pyramid heights
I'm on an incline to whisper shit to Horus
Last time for the morbid, I've seen em checking for us
Resurrect the epithets, Imotep in the flesh
Hotep protest, I'd never show my whole stretch
You stress I rest for the moonlight, with the crescent moon breast
And I spoon with the mood, make the binary starred seed to plan inside the sky for me to impress
Touch a young empress
Isis, I just can't help but be the livest
And do not ever speak ill on my team
Osiris, the young and the restless
So childish, sun moon and stars I forever raise bars
3000 and beyond
Chorus (x1)
To weather these these storms
We forever raise bars, 3000 and beyond
Sun, moon, and stars
I forever raise bars, 3000 and beyond
To weather these these storms
We forever raise bars, 3000 and beyond
Sun, moon, and stars
I forever raise bars, 3000 and beyond
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6. |
Tears of The Sun
04:38
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Verse 1 (Enigma):
Peace to the sun god, run with one squad to rock, one love for the block
They say the drums died
Still got rhythm, the real still lies within him
What's the deal
What they feel is ill, what's the drilly time to build
Build, the flow is focused still
That show must go on it will
So remotely close to four corners, forewarning the people with quotes warming their hearts
But still harden their thoughts with the raw, uncut
They're punch drunk falling off the wall, I'm Mike Jackin'
Flow, I might rap with the passion niggas need life jackets
Like basking in the sun, thinking bout what they ask me when I'm done
The number one, the feeling is cumbersome
This spot is wrapped tight in that cummerbund, I pack light for the summer son
No Son of Sam, I am the man
Yep, with plans to keep rocking while I can
But still, yeah still nigga
Still got the sun in my hands, damn
Still got the sun in my hands, damn
Chorus (x2):
They call my brother Sun cause he shine like one
My brother call me Sun cause I shine like none
Verse 2 (Sundown):
Peace to the sun god, run with one squad
I'm rocking shit that's tougher than your Wolverine claws
Get your weight up
Shit was all good just a week ago, shit a week ago my pops called me up
Just to catch up
Rice and Taylor, Montana, panorama see the vision clear
Pass the past to his baby boy, the prodigal
It's the methodical, analyzing pen pusher
Me and my brother E, we push the rhythm
Like the Rich Porter Alpo clones
Paid In Full, prone to show you about that authentic power move
Tears of the sun
Sun rays, sun shine, sometimes I double profit from the brainstorm
I'm thundering down like Thor's hammer
Hand me a hammer with the grammar
Bang the world up into proper shape
Shake phonies, the phonetic got em pressing
This is real shit, the presidential feel
Iller for the second term
So watch your steps in the mine field or get burned
Kaboom
And what's your life like, mines is real
Better believe it, AMP tell em what the deal is
Chorus (x2):
They call my brother Sun cause he shine like one
My brother call me Sun cause I shine like none
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7. |
Do The Math
04:46
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ActProof Raleigh, North Carolina
Sundown and Enigma have been writing, performing, and creating music that has evolved through the chemistry built over a lifelong friendship. The group found success through releasing three free projects in the early 2010's (The Free EP, Talented Tenth, LRG Presents: Still Hotter Than July) to their first full length critically acclaimed project; "Black Boy Radio." ... more
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