A near 50-bar free written soliloquy that begins as a clinic in slick talking rapper hubris and ends with a scathing commentary on Chicago's law enforcement
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Sound Of Cannae
It's Sxvxnt, man!
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Son kicking these rhymes
Basten
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Son kicking the rhymes
Basten
Dos
The kid's kind of suave
Different cast: flagship of the Sound
It's light, y'all
Spit liquid and fire bars
Might thaw you out your melanin
Yakubians'll get it worse: scorched to the skeleton
So tell a friend that Cannae's about to get it in
Meddle and dishevel whatever you thought was settled, and
Leveled and leave it scourged
Better believe it, y'all
Blaze a 50 with the squad and bless the mic right up to God
Quiet dogs bite hard, word to Mos, pa
Show y'all I'm Semper Paratus: Dos, the coast guard
All comers get thrown like a Ryan toss
Y'all are one hit wonders, like Feller and Ryan, hoss
Feel the force when I spark and the flow starts
Got your women swimming and wishing I'd leave their throats warm
And your broad was pleading for me to run in it raw
I brushed ma off like Obama did Bill's squaw
The star
The dirty rotten scoundrel off-shoot
Call me a Nerdy Rotten Scoundrel
I'm shaking your sound booth
And breaking new ground, too
And making new boundaries with whatever I pound, duke
Like a rebound smooth snagged
I'm right in the groove's bag
These nxggas just like to sag on the rhyme 'til the groove drags
That's wack
Effetes just live on the back beat
Contrasting my style
I lead the heat at the track meet
Indelibly waxing
Forever with brash steez
This fella will never ever be reveling in lacking
In rapping or anything else
Rapidly mincing through spells
Passion implanted, stacked on the rack while I'm giving you hell
Packing the mac in the back of the Ac?
Nah, I just be crashing the wax with the backing of Satch, you see?
Spitting steam and preening these spazzed patterns
Fundamentally nerdy, dirty
Carries the class lantern, right?
Off campus like hall passes, tiiiight
Wilder than Van when at last he strides
Reynolds you nxggas with a riddling of raps in rind/Ryan
Cracking your jawline, broad side, strong like the Hawk flies
EquiSZN means open season on hog ties
And wrested peace from the scores who’re screeching ‘bout all lives
You’ll rest in pieces if you ain’t speak up when ‘Quan died
Or let the death of Rekia cede that the law’s blind
Or set with reticence at the fleecing of Ron’s spine
And let it sit in secret abreast a heaping of Rahm’s lies
Motherfxck all who’re with Rahm aligned
Word to Jabari Dean, Wallahi, may the spawn of the Onyx rise
From Bronze to Austin, Gardens to Hyde
Garfield to Washington Heights, Lawn and to all who reside
From darker than I to one drop in a porcelain tide
It’s fxck twelve, fxck 5-0, bomb on the blue wall of the Chi
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Son kicking these rhymes
Basten
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Basten
Yeah
Full tilt
Yeah
And you say Chi-City
Forever
Rest in peace, LaQuan McDonald
Rekia Boyd
Ronald Johnson III
Fxck 12
'Til the blue wall turns purple
Yeah
credits
from Wayfare, Vol. 1,
track released May 7, 2023
Produced by W. Jones
Lyrics by C. Rios, D. Smith & G. R. Daggett
Additional vocals by C. L. Rodriguez, A. Lazda and R. J. Daggett, Jr.
Mixed by Darias Lanham for Grindaholiks
Additional mixing by G.R. Daggett for Sound Of Cannae
Mastered by Seth Hamilcar
