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beacons - ousama + khalid lyrics

intro [redacted]:
light broke out the window (smash)
straw broke down the camel (walk)
breeze kennel break tap flowing, but the fleas
want a piece of the apparel

verse i:

cool running
that was smooth with the escape
carry parles in the truth, there was a shaman
with a pinkie in embrace
gave his bottle over
and made us make a promise we would document the place
wusa, a palace to a home
wusa, wusa
what’s a hammer to a brick?
and what’s a canvas to a globе?
wus…
wu’s a bit of malice to the chastity you trove
sussing out thе jump on the run*up to the…

verse ii:

came and they conquered
the party died, and the people became awake
to their slumber
might shed a tear for their prada
but in the end, it was dunning*kruger
didn’t even know about the cape that they’re carried
a harley*davidson engine into the deck of a scooter
we’re getting nearer to prajna
arm and a leg for the bait
train for the path that you walk
wake up and carve up a date
one day i’ll make it alright
f*ck that, you do it to flake
came in a blazing galore
pay me the money you owe
raising a dominant trait
skate through the narrowing door
peace was the dream we afford
play with a partner you fought
straight to the gate we escaped
karma, the balance we learned
reconnecting few to the past of our sacred
they had to earn their freedom
by facing what their brain done
eluded them for seasons
replacing where they came from
they whitewashed
with lying gods
and tied knots with yahweh…
when they should’ve been enlightening their blind spots
verse iii:

we can play that game too
parliament can really set ablaze too
stained t**th, your blood is, b*tch
your blood is in my mouth ‘cause i chew cane too
sweeter than a gulab jamun drip tray
the kush made of grape juice
i push blades in plain view
psychedelic missionary sh*t is scary
plain jane at stake and she stay native to the land i walked on, debuts
in plain words, i never let corruption
get the best of my affinity for people
raising up our children on the truth
so every letter that they utter got the power
to envelope all the evil
sheesh
feeble*minded
we careen ‘em at the dock
screening out the p*ssy
but if you’re feeling us
come meet us at the lock
and that’s a beacon
i know you feel the breeze
i know a seeker when i see one
flowers for ezekiel
we’re blowing on the conch

- ousama khalid lyrics

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