July Babies

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JULY BABIES

DJ Defunkt scratches:

from raised fists to sit ins resist the changes x 2

Hook:

I’m trying not to cling to despair
he’s rapping bout
slinging coke on the corner throwing bling in the air
fuck em life was never fair and I aint looking for careers
I’ma sing to the heavens, smoke rings in the air
sing to the heavens, smoke rings in the air, yeah!

Verse 1:

Might catch me rolling on the streets snapback and an orange
or strolling by the heath backpack, track bottoms
but I never backtrack because I’m looking to the sky
these cats besotten with the floor
I’m rotten to the core, so what I got in store
is never what you get in stores
I bless the beat wicked and bowl over the critics
and bowl over the wicket
it's that blood of a rebel how I’m setting the tone
flow incredible and never fall I’m destined to blow
keep it impeccable just know I never sever with thrones
I was born to be a king it’s inevitable
but everything beneath the sky is all equal
plants, trees, bumble bees and all people
humble to death, thats the sum of all sequels
strive to be equal we march for the sea salt
see me, six books by my bedside
but only half of them read, like how we hold fast to debt
and walk the path of regret
coz after the laughter it’s dread
I’m tryna maintain between my heart and my head
and keep my head in my heart
I guess what sets me apart
Is nothing but the part that likes to set me a part
so I depart refuse to partake and get me a craft
on the stage learning to spray I’m tryna get me a graft
like I’m my own idol, so bone idle
and I don’t wanna blow just gotta flow coz what I wrote’s so vital
pure soul gold vinyl!
up on this stage, sunny days, money pays
words
words can paint a picture, but the truth aint in the scripture
if you read between the lines you’ll see the lines aint vital
what you seen beneath the skies is your mind eyes sight pulled
yeh, thats the wool over the eyes, like a pullover disguise
pigs pull over my ride, eyes full of false pride
like two or three times, it’s an apartheid state
see the path I take, is always hindered by my melanine
cinderella story for the coloured? that’s irrelevant
heaven sent sinners, politicians be the evidence
so how I hold my grind is just to live life free
close both my eyes dreams of a seaside breeze
and opened them but keep one out for the CID’s
I’m defending our unity in gentrified communities
no sense in why we choose to be
using their food, we should refuse to be
using their utilities!
my rhymes have stayed sick since six
since I was using prit-sticks shit
heavy liquor and a spliff then I spit this shit
so witness statistics, politicians on my hit-list
my wishlist for christmas is sick but its business

Hook:

I’m trying not to cling to despair
he’s rapping bout
slinging coke on the corner throwing bling in the air
fuck em life was never fair and I aint looking for careers
I’ma sing to the heavens, smoke rings in the air
sing to the heavens, smoke rings in the air, yeah!

Verse 3:

So listen to the heart of a lion beat
the path of a titans feet
shit is written in the stars of orion, speak it
half of my writings like a path for the righteous
the other half is grafting through the last of the night shifts
see were living like ethereal drones
and the serial codes on our clothes we're material
that’s why I look up at the stars in the heavens
and promise to walk the path til my past is a legend I,
feel the presence of Allah in the present so,
peep the wisdom from the stoics and cynics
the righteous write right rhymes If you know it then you spit it
stay grinding through the night time don’t hold back for no gimmicks
emperors got new clothes no throw back and a fitted
try a blue tie, star spangled banner in that blue sky
thats an entire planet depraved, every empire needs slaves
to pave way
for this cosmopolitan, cops stay rotten in, souls got
in this rock bottom, like it seems gods forgotten em
but this is for the bravehearts who stay hard
the way our systems based on Maynard
remain are primary, economics, false gods and profits
trust not in their logic, revenge is of the old mind
signs of the old times
but time is a sold paradigm and that aint no lie
that aint no lie


Hook:

I’m trying not to cling to despair
he’s rapping bout
slinging coke on the corner throwing bling in the air
fuck em life was never fair and I aint looking for careers
I’ma sing to the heavens, smoke rings in the air
sing to the heavens, smoke rings in the air, yeah!

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from The Context, released January 30, 2014

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The Context is the debut album from Joshua/Gurpal and Spiritual Gorilla Records.

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