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Black August Pack

by Ghais Guevara

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Section 8 02:41
We done played in them bloodsports, Handled the gun sauce, Gotta teach our women how to Tend to the blood loss, Ten of ya bloods fall Dammit like what for, Wishin you could shake that nigga Hand maybe once more, You wanna slide but, The future’s dangerous, They gon get ya family even If you wasn’t aimin, kid, Want affiliation, But you never did no damage, kid Everyone you thought would shoot Just do it for the cameras, kid I know a nigga that can give a Couple blammers, kid, Wreck it Ralph a nigga spouse, Or Felix w the hammer, it’s Never doubts that you could Kill a nigga, but the issue is, Gangstas never sleep cuz they Can’t live with all the shit they did, So you better (show it) If you down to change ya life then you better (prove it) Feel the pressure of the knife Then you better (say it) Thinkin bout backin out then you better (do it) Cause if i gotta wipe his nose Then i’m gonna (show it) I don’t clutch it just for show And i’m gonna (prove it) And if it’s ever time to go then You needa (say it) Cause im forever ten toes When i come and (do it) The bullet wasn’t meant for him, thought they could rule inauspicious, but he aint never been in this hood, so his presence suspicious, whoever pulled the trigger isn’t a force to be reckoned with, anti-colonial rhetoric with every predicate, the bars abundant like the violence in my environment, you niggas is 25 and talkin bout retirement, damn, down bad like Obito over Rin, niggas thinkin they dunkin till that .55 meet em at the rim, sought the enemy and then salt the city he livin in, haunt the entities that performed the theft of the rituals, caught the energy and reversed it back to constituents, the type who got foreign family but shootin the immigrants, i aint been admittin it, been a practitioner of the patriarchal path of pain that ruined the deliverance, of lessons from my father and the man before himself, so forgive me if i never excelled, XXL and hoop related dreams, we was ballin with the high fructose bev in our bloodstream, try to quench the thirst but they got lead in the flood streams, tried to talk it out but i cant, stand when my love screams, try to find some solace in some others but they all scheme, once the time is right they gonna tell the world what i seen, shootin down the flight to self tranquility, and my dreams, similar to prophets but they loyal to the profit So if you down for liberation then you Gotta (show it) Give ya life for ya people then you gotta (prove it) Not aligned with the feds then you Needa (say it) Cause if we gotta take you out Then we gonna (do it) And we’ll do it all in public just So we can (show it) To the punk motherfuckas that be Tryna (prove it) To the world that we dance whenever They (say it) We was told to cherish life so we gonna (do it)
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Niggas know the flow do backflips, Got a few killas lay low when They move with the cane like geriatrics, Every day i gotta tip toe thru The war that plagues my psychiatric, One day im with my bro now he Move with the wind that blows Thru the grave of foes And i still dont know what happened, Best believe i say they name, I was molded thru that pain, I was scolded for my aim, Crackas love you cause you tame, Well respected by them fighters That’s that critical acclaim, Know them injuries is dire, Know you wish we could be saved, Ever since he copped that drake Ain’t nothin ever been the same, T-Shirts, of his head up in them clouds, What a shame, Sound like Huey in them tracks, They be thinkin i’m Noname, I patooey on these rappers, These niggas is all shook, Ima stop the politics when Lebron Finish his book, Message from a heretic when I feel like the world is cooked, Gotta get my five times, Kendrick told the world that He smokin on top 5s, That didn’t include me, Forrealy i’m that guy, Not even a top 3, Im reachin a new peak, An area unreached, Like moons farther than Earth, Like creatures under the sea, These niggas cannot fathom A thing adjacent to me, They cheer when i speak, And cry when i breathe, It’s bigger than givin niggas A hook and a 16, We givin niggas a reason To arm they self to the tee, Visionary thru the onslaught, Rooted in that Black thought, Told my family dread not, Know we got the dreadnoughts, Lordy know i’m deadlocked, Patterns of the crackpots, dreadlocs, Boycotts, Peep what the boys copped, You might see a father, But i guess that’s just my blind spot, Cause when i see a cracka, I see a reason bust shots
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Useless (beat) All of my idols are rivals and opposition, He dont dance at the parties but Bet he gon flip and reverse it When shots get to fuckin singin, Bodies sleep in the cold of the night While the CIA sendin the zionists All the Stingers, If the truth is too difficult We can go Mr. Blonde on em You dont gotta fuckin listen, Ever since adolescence I knew of the plots and the plans That enhanced all my malnutrition, Seen transaction of paraphernalia That stained all the pots and the pans Of my homie’s kitchen, Medicare wouldn’t help the conditions That came as result of a Prisoners dietician, If you feelin a ache or pain Then you pop you a pilly and Pray you keep fuckin livin, Aye, Niggas on the corners know A cop when he see one, Show it, better blow it, Better up it and leave, son, Piggies never hesitate to squeal when You bleed one, Lawyer doin numbers like Hakeem, Will not leave, Till he get them brothas and Blocks free, Wallahi, Pourin out the 40 and Sake, For my G’s, How can i sleep, When fam around me cannot breathe, Cut it out, please, You are not that guy, You do not know strife, You are not that type, You the type of nigga That just scream real loud When ya girl get snatched and Ya mans wanna fight, Told you bring the strap in case A nigga get scared and he drops His fist and he grabs that pipe, He dont even aim for the niggas In the beef, If you take him out, You might save a life Death of a pig was my favorite sight, Grief of the fam be the main delight, Watch how they talk from the Internet sayin how they be built different, And all the hype, I know some hittas that shoot thru The webcam, IP addy, he stiff as a leg cramp, Know he aggy, his bitch with a better man, Aint my block but i move like a veteran All of my idols are rivals and opposition, He dont dance at the parties but Bet he gon flip and reverse it When shots get to fuckin singin, Bodies sleep in the cold of the night While the CIA sendin the zionists All the Stingers, If the truth is too difficult We can go Mr. Blonde on em You dont gotta fuckin listen, Ever since adolescence I knew of the plots and the plans That enhanced all my malnutrition, Seen transaction of paraphernalia That stained all the pots and the pans Of my homie’s kitchen, Medicare wouldn’t help the conditions That came as result of a Prisoners dietician, If you feelin a ache or pain Then you pop you a pilly and Pray you keep fuckin livin,
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You Said (beat) You aint’t gang, You suspect by coincidence, Torture of a opp be a different Type of mellifluous, Torture of the heart and the body And soul continuous, Seasonal depression he Feelin like he deciduous, Disputatious versus destiny, I couldn’t stop, The blade traces the nile that Flows under the watch, Residue under acrylics, Voices in my stomach do the talkin Anytime we get to bitchin bout polemics, Niggas hearin thru the grapevine, The translation be inaccurate The misinformation feel like A hate crime, Dead the dialogue and decolonize, Another one died, In the future do it at the same damn Time, Niggas hearin thru the grapevine, The manuscript inaccurate, We do it again and again and Waste lives, Thought the rhythm of the Revolution was my verses But it really be the rhythm Of bodies fallin in hearses, *knock knock knock knock knock* What the fuck is that, Sound of a couple of homies You’ll never get back, I’m the Wilder son of niggas that Lost the vision, Self depreciated bodies Like we afropessimistic, Dead by 25 or do 25 years in prison, Soledad said go out swingin But i thought that was a given, Only strife brings attunement, Bloody noses and buttered noodles, I done recognized the source of My refusal, I done let blood become feudal, Bloodlettin the demons seem to Be the only method of removal Company of the lowest preferable to My own, Dappin up the devils, I couldn’t do it alone, Everything they told me bout Purgatory a lie, Viva Revolution, I fight for where i reside

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released August 31, 2021

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