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‏‎posse cut - black sunday (collective) lyrics

verse: jordanisdead

emerging from the dirt, returning, my rebirth
observing my research, resurgence to free earth
i don’t got defeat in me, perceiving me, and treating me
like a weakling, obscene to me, i got my team with me
your hindrance a synonym to sentiments i been forgetting since
they shrugged me off 5 years ago left me sitting with
anxiety and doubts, flying to the clouds
how many dreams is they allowed? as high as we can count
been reflecting on mistakes i made since like the second grade
you ain’t even think about the mistakes you have made today
i’m here to make a difference that won’t ever fade away
the world is growing bleak, black sunday is here to save the day

verse: juannyog

bruce banner with 2 hammers i’m 2 informed
god mc on godly i’m in human form
2 op k!lls these beats i knew a few uh morn
suited for the business every verse been in uniform
i reverse every curse with ya stupid norms
lyrically and spiritually n0body putting fear in me
don’t question my sincerity
for those who hold dear to me
invest in a vest and pray them shots stay clear of me
we was down bad every bag was a get and go
since the embryo i been fit to flow, indigo
step dad ski’d wit his nose and we ain’t live in snow
pure cocaine from the game, i ain’t tripping though
fantasize my phantom eyes
*n*lyze my damaged pride
glamorize my panicked mind
vandalize my bandaged side
and see the wounds i’m tryna hide
all my goons got gangsta stride
tell me who gon stand wit time
tell me who gon stand wit time
fragment of my reality, savage from my duality
action from many casualties, and sh*t you can ride wit em
learned not to f*ck wit em if you can’t die wit em
learned to not ride wit em if you can’t slide wit em
im obsessed take a breath before the air leaves
know the reaper been my teacher don’t spare me
all these gangstas turn 2 w*nkstas don’t scare me
i can’t funk the funk, like i don’t go the hardest
life full circle when yo back become become the target
either get a bulls eye or get buried wit the carcass
all these half ass rappers getting carried wit the artist
my life been for sale and the demons got the bargain
verse: jordanisdead

spores are pouring in my chest, deforming all my flesh
only listen to black sunday, i’m ignoring all the rest
performing with my best, man i’m warning, you are next
i’m reborn and don’t make sense can’t afford to give it less
do they hear me in the echos
do they fear that i might let go
is it my responsibility to keep them comfortable when i’m regretful when sunsets go
yes? no? i’d be ungrateful if i ain’t acknowledge my privilege
how i provide when i’m the weakest in the village
i’d do myself a disservice if i ain’t take advantage of my opportunities
the guilt don’t get to me, you not fooling me
devil on your shoulders try to hypnotize and victimize
what i’m meant to believe if the system lies?
distant ties to my past and the narrative before me
tryna figure out what role you’re playing in my story
i might live happily nomadically
every night that we go separate ways, i’m drenched in agony
i don’t really know why, melancholy inside me
if you saw me right now, you wouldn’t recognize me
in my truest state, such a futile place
uncertainty is burglary, no use in assuming fate
who’s to say? no longer obsessed with tomorrow, i choose today
give it all i got, you fools will pay
verse: allblue

yea, alien
i write all my raps in the crops
breaking down the doors, better pad up the locks
see the rawness running through me from the lochs to the socks
i’m the outlier, leave em out lying in chalk
sh*t never been rocky, no boxing, i think out of em
referring to applause i need a round of em
we the type of sh*t that you would cower from
better bite that sour tongue
i’m spitting til my final hour come
squad bs, no bs though
while we push the envelope you just a p.s. note
and p.s. bro, they old news, ps4
so make room for the fleet, we elite
pens flow across papyrus
make a nihilist from an optimist
this ain’t even our prime like optimus
gaining us a buzz while i’m chopping this
nonstop, we gon be implanted in the roots
like a botanist, it’s on lock

- black sunday collective lyrics

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