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immaculate conception - lukah lyrics

[intro: cities aviv]
yeah
yeah, yah
yeah, yah
yeah

[verse 1: cities aviv]
desaparecidos, f*ckin’ on a paralegal
since the sister missed a minister of information
inundated by the violence, my immediate surroundings got me swervin’, racing time
pacing, painting out of line, can i leave?
anyway, i did things that you never did
after shock, hit you in the frame with a flip
i apologize for the things that i left
sorry not sorry for the things that i said
mobbin’ over ice, abstract way of life
death was on the ticket, so we take it in stride
even in my absence, i got n*ggas who gon’ ride
even in my absence, i got…
[verse 2: lukah]
catch me and my n*gga floatin’ on a highrise
glock 9, smokin’ good with the mob guys
champagne sippin’, watchin’ how the time flies
and round table, can’t sit unless you’re authorized
we be movin’ in forms n*ggas never witnessed yet
drown in holy water, baptized and left the city wet
disrespect, had fleas on the dog, i had to disinfect
only built with gods, i had my n*ggas shoot the architects
how you move with us when n*ggas mobbin’ on a different time?
overlapped them twice, and now i’m puffin’ at the finish line
they searchin’ for the real, did you read and see the picket signs?
me and cities movin’ with the wind, f*ck what y’all design
we undefined, word

[intro: cities aviv]
yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: cities aviv]
burnin’ acts fast, latch key ratio
the coded room settled in the face block
radio design by the tyranny embedded in the speaker phone
final bout, british knives muddy at the rodeo
head clean the particle, tabloid article insinuated n*ggas gettin’ money
kinda startled you h&r representers
nine guillotines hanging off your neck like a rapper with a petty chain
six rappers overdosing on the benz’ and ‘caine
i don’t feel sh*t n*gga, numb to the stinging pain
in a way, these days, n*ggas feeling strange
mesmerized by the pink slips in the purple haze
on the inside, these n*ggas instigate
on the outside, we press for a bigger weight
catastrophic meditation, had to congregate
with a couple n*ggas that i trust in a silent way
[verse 2: lukah]
back up on they ass, rollin’ up the gas
n*ggas know the task, take me to the stash
f*ck around and spaz, iron man, blast
god status, you ain’t near my stats, how you gonna last?
never could you match, dogs on attack
me and sonny capps whippin’ somethin black
head in the back, key brought the straps
folks, we leave ’em flat, n*ggas best relax
automatic gats with the longer mags, meet a body bag
operation toe tag, where the drama at? i brought that
caught the pigs sneaking, tryna apprehend
with the opps tryna stop the flow of the dead man
tryna run with us, but we ain’t takin’ new applicants
gotta screen these n*ggas, they try bringing in contaminents
from the funk part of the town, the new parliament
said you need some flavor in your ear, well i’m the condiments
wanna see life after death, i’m the embodiment
caught you on stage and we were booing from the audience
heard n*ggas spit, i’ve got to say that sh*t’s insignificant
they heard the god spit, i got the sh*t and, yeah, that’s evident
real will triumph, i guess they didn’t receive the document
foul n*gga, stomp my bl**dy 4’s on your ottoman

[intro: cities aviv]
one, one, one, one
why, why
look in the mirror, i see god
when i look in the mirror, i see
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: cities aviv, lukah]
put your hands up in the sky with ya ugly ass
you the type of n*gga wishing with the many men
paparazzi shootin’ fl!ckers in the minivan
take a stand, i could never sit with you and make a plan
a blueprint, transcript the gossip with a crooked hand
brain snap back, curvature of a rubber band
contraband, shipment on arrival in the summertime
man plays the h*rn from the center of the second line
intertwined, devil thought the god had an alibi
i subscribed, motion permiating ‘cross the riverside
n*ggas had to elevate to recognize the inner mind
nevermind, so*so death, the stature of the overdrive
we socialize, with the elvis tatted on the chestplate, it’s on the way
side note, sketching on a brighter day, it’s on the way (yeah)
i’m sketching on a brighter day, it’s on the way (yeah, haha)
yeah, one (yeah)

[verse 2: lukah]
you know i only rip sh*t for the real n*ggas
so middle fingers in the air if you f*ckin’ with us
you know i really only kick sh*t for the fly b*tches
so middle fingers in the air if you vibin’ with us
what you know about hidin’ dope under the car hood
and cruising ’round with 5 grams in the backwood
the wind blowin’, holy smokin’, god feelin good
we made it out unharmed like i knew we would
we came a long way from all of the flippin’ and servin’
and staying away from the boys in the blacked out suburban
you ride through my city, you would see sh*t that’s disturbing
death in the hood will never stop cause he keeps reoccuring
i look my son in his eyes and give him reassurance
that i’ll forever give him game, because i’m steady learning
we had a home but we was broke, so i chose to put work in
so any karma i received was probably well deserving
but anything i did, g, i had did it with purpose
and everything i got now, my mama couldn’t purchase
now granted, i was still a teen, but still i felt worthless
and when i get what’s coming to me, she good, that’s for certain
the wifey gon’ be whippin’ range with money in her birkin
eating only lobster brunches, no more eating at perkins
they asked me “how you make it out?,” i say i was determined
i was creatin’ the recipe while the others were sturring, yeah

[intro: cities aviv]
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: cities aviv]
i brought my soldier rags to the golden dawn, b*tch, i’m gucci
i was built for the tasks that you frowned upon
simpletons in that amg, my pen, it weighs a ton, pick it up
jumpin’ in the cypher, you’ll break your arm, word is bond
how can i respect the type of sh*t you on? you not a don
truly, you’re irrelevant amongst the gods and the stars
really, you a middleman between the roaches and frauds
i awoke to send you peace, [?], the road is hard
comin’ from a distance, inching conditions is gettin’ ours
sidewalk been at the end, b*tch, the world is ours
send a b*tch to kiss you on the chin, thought you seen it all
chasing after waterfalls, you n*ggas never made it far
how can i regress to be the type of man you are?
i can’t even recognize the type of f*ckin’ man you are
say you n*ggas way, way, way, way off the xans or bars or something

[verse 2: lukah]
catch the dog blowin’ the finest plantables, these n*ggas ain’t elligible
incapable to keep up with the boss, that ain’t debatable
they know i spit the hottest sh*t, middle name’s flammable
my style’s untraceable, don’t mean to make a spectacle but i am the sh*t
probably catch us at the venice kitchen, toastin’ over pots and dishes
had to make a pass to the riches, give me all that’s exquisite
posted by the body ditches with the baddest misses, love to give the d*ck french kisses
rappers takin’ shots but they can’t aim, cause they all misses
air the rats out, shouldn’t have to share the same existance
know the journs follow when they know that you the f*ckin’ sickest
lost a couple homies, had to leave ’em by the burning bridges
never ’round front, never take it through the back entrance
smoking rarity, ’93, yeah that’s loud spinach
still the godly one, walk on water, doing swimming time
part the red sea when seen in me cause i don’t wait in line
why marry the game when the b*tch can be my concubine?
had to cut a few heads, i found out they were serpentines
or serpentines, whatever, lookin’ for me, i ain’t hard to find
with the woes in the back and throwin’ up south memphis signs
dinner with my demons last evening, had to wine and dine
tried to hit up god, but i guess he chose to hit decline
bars are purified cause i don’t speak it if it’s unrefined
they f*ckin’ with me here, better luck on the other side, yeah

[outro: tupac shakur interview]
when you’re born, usually, you’re born into a dynasty or an empire. you’re born as a junior, or following in your father’s footsteps. they always tell you, “your father, he did this,” or “we got this,” or “the family heirlooms.” it’s none of that in the outer city—i call it the outer city, ‘cause we’re left out. there’s no nothing. we don’t get any family heirlooms, the family crest. all that stuff that you would think is so important is meaningless ‘cause our family crest was cotton. it’s like the only thing we can really leave behind is culture and dignity and determination. that’s what we had

- lukah lyrics

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