Then And Now

Past acid monsoon splash past the opps -oof
I always flow that way
Isolation, hiding places i escape in, I just… wait wait wait
I always hold that pain
Recalling childhood, In the bits back then
Had to write rhymes and spit mad phlegm
Before the curb kids, before the bad apples
Recorded in Big Rich’s flat (zen)
Before I was touring hardcore
Sleeping on floors, on the road with my shit back then
I was locked into alleyway cyphers
Freestyles on the local radio mix at 10
Didn’t know Caleb or Billie the kid back then
I didn’t know Zeke or Jordan, it was strictly swim team shit back then
Making me think back to older days
But the acid rain’s washing my soul away, ay
Bombard our craniums and cause ncrosis
The rain used to give lif but now it controls it
The rain used to give life but
Hours and hours pass
Memories stackin' and tallyin'
Padre’s homies thought he was Arabic then said «Oh phew he’s Italian, wowee kid»
Hours and hours pass
Acid rain grounds my path
Drowning in shower bath
Clouds will now spout their wrath
Yeah yeah yeah
Remember a time before the dystopia
Or at least before awareness
At least before awareness
Yuh, yuh
Former glitter galaxy resident
Didn’t always have the adrenaline
I kept quiet back then as benefit
Discerning whether my main squeeze’s daddy’s malevolent
Past self kept small company with him
Back on asphalt from all the hitting
Got jumped, popped up, rushed to revenge
Now we locked on opps, with something to mend
I found me a community that spurred me to grow
And who I could enamor with a turbulent flow
Like taste of vomit putting me on the same bill as Roebus
Met D’nae, she was repping the Ice Cold clique
Freelancing with Sami and Cosmonaut helped me hone my skills
Time away from home I’d kill
Half the bad apples gave me beds when needed
Always at a basement show the next evening
In amazement their behavior wasn’t rent-seeking
Built a stable, we were able to get the net speaking
I met Kay and I met Ada, bass off the best speaker
Up at Grays Ave, Dave rapped the fresh ether
Copped the power of the will of man, now that’s Zekey
While the shots rang, hot slang I kept leaking
Curb kids out in Kutztown, we rocked stage
Megabus jetted us straight to the NY
We was screaming fuck the government up in Bed-Stuy
Nah, Queens — nah mean? It was the best time
In Kyoshi with the homies letting off freestyles
Or at Ursinus wiping the blood off my beach towel
Or spitting willy nilly with Billie in Caleb whip
Talking ‘bout itching and wishing for a relationship
Tyranny represented by the acid rain I’m in
Paranoia represented by the acid rain I’m in
Tyranny represented by the acid rain I’m in
Paranoia represented by the acid rain I’m in
Tyranny represented by the acid rain I’m in
Paranoia represented by the acid rain I’m in
Tyranny represented by the acid rain I’m in
Paranoia represented by the acid rain I’m in
Tyranny represented by the acid rain I’m in
Paranoia represented by the acid rain I’m in
Corrosive potions become an omen and a token of choking
Corrosive potions become an omen and a token of choking
Corrosive potions become an omen and a token of choking
Corrosive potions become an omen and a token of choking
Corrosive potions become an omen and a token of choking
Corrosive potions become an omen and a token of choking
First I was a child
Then I was a fuckup
Then I was a victim of the jux getting stuck up
Now I am a heathen
Now I sit in fear as the last starfighter sipping a shot of my tears
First I was a child
Then I was a fuckup
Then I was a victim of the jux getting stuck up
Now I am a heathen
Now I sit in fear as the last starfighter sipping a shot of my tears
First I was a child
Then I was a fuckup
Then I was a victim of the jux getting stuck up
Now I am a heathen
Now I sit in fear as the last starfighter sipping a shot of my tears
First I was a child
Then I was a fuckup
Then I was a victim of the jux getting stuck up
Now I am a heathen
Now I sit in fear as the last starfighter sipping a shot of my tears
Black future slip from finger amidst silence
Crap shoot when niggas ain’t shit, all the rich smiling
Black cruiser dip out precinct and emit sirens
Snafu the system, the shit just beget violence
Ain’t hard for me to be quiet
Secret society of one, my meetings wildin'
But the commune close like conjoined twins
Oy shit
We some Great Danes
Charging through the Great Plains like freight trains
Ay ay
My garden is your garden
We grow harvests and scope targets
That’s wholehearted
I was walking down empty streets with Kennedy
And I’m cruising on this Zekey beat so heavenly
A modicum of peace on a globe dipped in crisis
Where the loftiest leaders can go and take lives quick
Young man, you in trumpland with rugged talkers
Too busy chasing ass to notice military choppers overhead
It’s too early for you to know of death
So you gotta move cuz even Pac said keep up your head