Tabula Rasa (feat. Armand Hammer)

Lyrics for Tabula Rasa (feat. Armand Hammer)

Ugh, off the strength, I'm not numb as I thought I'm broken links, my circle shrinking smaller Satellite revolve, my core is a cauldron Surrendered orbits Cross check what's really real and what's performance Speak for self, but wondering who else really on it Who's really all in? (Hello) trouble calling My phone don't ping, I'm buzzed, leave me alone Truth with a stash pocket for a lie The document is alive, I speak life Every border gets revised if dissolved What defines, what is charged? Haven't made up my mind if I'm assigned to the stars I slide when I want, I'm inside if the funk, trust She want up when it dump, it came from the sludge Involuntary, shooting foundations in studs Tears and snot bubbles, sob puddles I lay in a wet spot Listen, let's not conflate, I give what I take It's the hunt, there is the chase Some talk like they never got punched in the face You can't see clearly now, don't come near me Wails of the weary, loop max infinite Draw me closer, damn near intimate (And I'll give you a kiss) The flier said, "Grown and Sexy" I came through over-proofing the plastic Pepsi bottle Security didn't check me Skipped coat check, they playin' the oldies I'ma go ahead and get sweaty Plus saved the ten-piece It's hell up in Harlem, so meet me across 110th street If the tress the bargain bars, that don't really tempt me I'm from where every car foreign And we drive 'em on empty (Zimbabwe) Burry me in a borrowed suit Give my babies my rhyme books, but tell 'em, "Do you" Give my enemies the good news, time flew We was probably brothers back then, T-R-U No jerseys, no durags, hard bottom shoes Niggas tired of the foolishness No disrespect it's lotta mids in the room My pack loud cut right through Kofi, Annan in the booth, Soyinka in the stu' Sese Seko Muboto if the DJ play something smooth (slide on 'em) It's a move, I don't dance, but maybe tonight, maybe tonight I don't know her and I don't even mind If it's the strobe light Live for the living I made chicken late night in my boxers, burning up the kitchen She passed out right when I was done fixing I watch reruns in the dark, fingers and lips glistening Ooh, get 'em I'm so damn proud of myself I did this for you, G, alright? Been to there and back, tall tales tossed to the breeze We keep facts in the midnight wax, family tree sap Light leaks through the leaves on familiar tracks I know it's real when I'm feeling bad Resilient as the build the black She shimmy into the yeah, that's consent gettin' established You only trash, if you trash, I keep it simple and dynamic Trust the passengers rites to life's chapters I have to write to find balance This game of telephone, massive I do what I have to with the fragments The madness methods rampant these days I let the panic pass me Featherweight, my heart was straight despite baggage Asymptomatic, but I get sick of the delays, faster, faster Practicing, practice in what I preach, keep pace The calcium on my teeth fade Streets are blazed with the anger, complacency and deceit create Ice sheet break, I couldn't weave weight All I could say to the times,that I couldn't froze frame, bleak fate You got so much to bleed to clean slate (I've got so much of my-) The bag of tricks in my sleeve breaks Southpaw under the North Star, forcing all the league changes (I've got so) don't sleep late I I've got so much I I've got so much I I've got so much I