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Chrome Heart
01:48
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1. Chrome heart
Verse:
I put the ink on the paper the song write itself
It symbolises my autonomy in perfect health
Abrasive native sound roamer in a perfect shell shielded where the cards fell
silent to a tall tails
Inspite of loathing I been deemed to keeping well
Redeeming meaning to the mindless
Seeking vision at a scale
The weight of boxes in a shelf
Doing it for health
formulate a plan to put a lock shocked into frail
Botched into stail
Boxed cut shapes should reveal
The motive of my work I putting mad accounts sounds into a tale
Bounce in the field
Hold down what my heart feel
Honing down the skill
Pen push ups coz they know the drill
Time shall distill
All the path past down the hills
Packed and concealed
Craft racks like a happy meal
Laxed and forfilled
Spit raps like his rap build
Cool headed in supreme 5 panels blue flannel chrome leaded to the mean
Or the median the beam
in the heat of the melt
May the weight be the help
To propel to a another height never even felt
All the cliffs that we scaled
May the roots keep me Grailed
And impaled by the air
And the rise outta fear
Ever gently interfere
Keeping grace and never steer
Sunny days keep me blind
From the bind of the times
All align
Whats the signs
Seal the sessions with Devine
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Vagabond
01:36
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2. Vagabond
sailing through general thoughts
Finding my self in my flaws
Figured the workings I got working against me to stall
Hailing Selassie in aw
Bailing on all the resolve
Brought by feelings of fault
Mailing my malice to god
Nothing for me here to solve
Jealousy envy and salt
Conjure the spells of revolt
Dealing the deadly assault
Sending me hope in return
Time when spins and it turns
keeping my patient I learnt
Building through winds as the blister
Do for my mother and sister
Brother and father of scripture
Words don’t compare to a picture
Painting vivid clear
Bright like the canvas stare
Future is looking so bright
Long as I hold to the light
Guard it like weapons and spikes
Guard from the mud like a bike
flee like the theaf in the night
Scenes at theatres heights
Leaving the greed and the spite
Leave with the breeze of a kite
cool with the glisten of ice
Blessed like we doing it right
choose to be clued to the sight
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Aquaducts II
02:36
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The dichotomy of human life
pleasure equals sacrifice
Treasure leads to greed and strife
Read the scrolls of spirt guide
Lurking through the feed of lies
Claim the hands of god despite
In hard conditions taking flight
Bandages that cover eyes
Got me cautious as I spend
Seconds channelling within
Service like the engine spin
Timing belt of breeding health
Picking pressure points and felt
Former forms of feeling well
Bleedin hell
I just play the hands of how the cards where dealt
The deviously crafted pieces
Took a tole I hold the theses
Different reasons
Sheith up my sword coz conversation easy
floating on the river bed
Blending with the changing seasons
Search for where to lay my head
Vagabond with mystic secrets
Severed bond with broken pieces
Left the future weaping like the willows conserntraion eases
Felt the love the heart was bleeding
Simple meanings
Got me breaching ceilings as the the truth revealing
All the air I’m breathing in exceeding for the deeper feeling
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Wrld-Pce (Interlude)
00:56
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Five40six
02:50
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5fourty6
Verse: 1
Caught me off guard catching spirals off the golf cart
Carving out initials of the nu like this the real start
Feel smart
Lack tough
Chucked it like the back truck
5.0
Never been a factor in my phone book
Mistook
Nova like the villain or a black crook
Get booked
Judge throw the book
Now your life took
Shook at reflection
Judge by complexion
Love like affection coz love is perfection
Sections
Colonies and slums seek affection
Bring it back
I done went dumb off selection,
Spun by the choices
Remember when I used to never hear these fucking voices
Spiral in the void
Old ways what I now enjoy
Working for me
Prolly coz the only nigga I Employ
Yours truly
Took a trip to move me
Was a real movie
Had me handling the doobies
Rolling up another scoobie
Can’t school me
education never been my thing really
Really tried but funds but the force I could have not succumb
Stay busy
Mind my own business
Lord knows
been my wintness
Tryna reach the finish with the fitness
Marching in the entrance
Hook:
Find me cutting winds like the blades of grass leaving ash as the trail will make it past make it back
Verse 2
Facilities of the fickle minded live for better masking than a pantomime
Let the emerald shine
As the drip of wine match the red drapes
With the luscious vine
fashion of the red grapes
Gilded hand shakes
Master plan waits
In his quarters with quarter glass of the Scottish flask tryna multitask as he’s taken back
By memories of the tributaries that the trees had hued
With the seasons mood
Trying to allude to the deeper meaning
As the vonsway of the room is dripping out the hard work of the times that he needed
Breathed it
Leaning on the oak tree mantel piece
With a peace of mind and doubt deceased
Flowing with fragrance
Present but I’m losing patience
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Viva La Vie
03:20
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Vival la Vi
Plagued by thoughts of what ifs Dumb cliff
Height set
Mind set
Resurrect
the cost having minds set
Destination far away from anything that has a tendency of tentative stitching ends
Evergreens
Lake side
Bushy tale
Wide eyed
I been in the low tides
Matching energies with the chess match
Hands clasped
Praying for some meaning through the suffering
Subtleties
Making up for more that my mind can read
Call it how I see it I been doomed from the start
From the concrete rose but some hope seeking sparks
Made a chemistry a entity for self and heart
Stay pure like the waters rushing under Noah ark
Felt the same as the rain now the pains to depart
Let sun and shades take the days to the art
It’s the same since the start
Grip the gains keeping sharp
Feel the planes of the sustain reap lane skipping parts
Making change to depart
Hook:
Dirtying up my gloves
Verse:
Forming new perceptions from the plane in we which We at
ain’t no need in going back
Growing with path and let the feeling lay the map
The motions to retrack
Sorting information that’s been blowing up my cap
I capture all these moments let the mental do the math
I factor like equations in the span of all the facts
And theory but I’m rarely in the state to take it back
We the only our path
Seeming holy but the cap
Capture lightning in the facts
a bottle coz the footing fully throttled but relaxed
Carry burdens of the proof and as the truth is shedding masks
I been through to see the view Leaving scoops to piece the glass
Breathing through
Seasons hues
Colder waters filter flasks
seeping through t he
Old corrections seeming squewd and wrapped
Previously devious to the illustrious collapse
When the first leg of the race and overlap to fill
Racks
I feel complacent in the raps
Hook:
Dirtying up my gloves
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8. |
Writers block
01:47
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Writers block
Don’t know what to write about writers block
Stop my trail of thought it’s hard come about
Saw it from a different cloud
Spare me with the secret stash of philosophic word accounts
Large amounts
Pooling in head it’s hard to get em out
Only route
Rap my intuition till my guts are out
Hanging bout
Tell the honest truth I lost the points that count
Sitting out for this one
Take my mental like a prism mound
Need the sounds
light to to spark the wisdom like I’m spectrum bound
of the systems that’s we use to see through vision
The guidance in decision only made me different
as the rain appeared
Blocking out conditions still conditioned
Mist as it appears
May our payers keep us elevating shifting through the gears
Skys and wide eyes
Devine as time flies
Resized to blind mine
But the act kept me aligned
And alive with prime stride
Seeing is not believing
Deceasing like crowd breaching
Retreating to draw from eating
Digestion applying meaning
Falling out with gods
As abandoning heart throb
Kept em greedy enough to rob
Keep em closer than I could lob
Shaking hands with leather gloves
And projecting condition love
like the act of charming snakes for buz
But the actions are only bait
attractions of fickle fakes Losing faith but it’s not too late
Cradled by thoughts of graves
And greeting all the grieving spades
linage of slaves
with crowns the enlightened sage
Paves a better way
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Jehnova Dublin, Ireland
Jehnova is a Emcee from Dublin and member of the 'NUXSENSE' collective/group
Rapping for over a decade Jehnova has
made his style from peeling layers of his influences culture and life experience to create a musical world of density and lyrical articulation drawing from the nostalgia of smooth African jazz soul and poetry. Jehnova works very closely with Dublins genius producer sivv
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