Last Rights from Growth & Decay by Graphic Melee

Last Rights
(Check it out) Make a drum break shake rattle and roll. Over soul samples doing battle with my soul. Over sold holding the bag these rappers in the hole. This Web 3.0 why they still copping gold? Bought and sold what’s art minus integrity? That math don’t add up but often equals celebrity. Clever Thief but disingenuous I’ll never be. Forever seek continuous change to see a better me. Learning is unlearning. New ferns sprout in the ashes from old burning. Different as day and night but that’s just the globe turning. Two sides of the same dime while we all dying for earnings. Reaper show up like a no knock warrant. Anytime it rain down here it don’t stop pouring. If you were born to be flightless and you won’t stop soaring you’d be grateful for everyday you woke up and saw morning.

Peace to everybody that the night took, every soul that never get the see the way these lights look. Hold ya head if you get rights took. Too many wrong folks tryna keep you from the right books…

Head on a swivel never know when its ya last night. Walking on the sun and they tryna sell me a flash light. Never been a sucka in the present or a past life and that’s gone be the story til they reading the last rights…

Smile in your face but when you suffer where’s the sympathy? That’s brush painting thin lines between friends and enemies. Got me watching my back for who’s seeking to see an end me. What’s a seat at the table when they using you like a center piece? Talk to em. Open doors and walk through em. Every great civilization eventually brought to ruins. Watch for the Judases, Willy O’Neals, and Brutuses. Cluelessness… They’ll crucify on some foolishness. Every letter like the moment when the tooly clicks. Truly sick, no antidote for when I move these lips. Moon eclipsed the sun and ancients thinking that the future flipped. Blacking out on these bars and nations callin truces in. Rooted in the movement Clive Campbell illuminated. Smooth as the suede Pumas when I’m riding what that groove created. Paint these picture like a Basquiat. Playing on top my game til the day the casket drops…

Peace to everybody that the night took, every soul that never get the see the way these lights look. Hold ya head if you get rights took. Too many wrong folks tryna keep you from the right books…

Head on a swivel never know when its ya last night. Walking on the sun and they tryna sell me a flash light. Never been a sucka in the present or a past life and that’s gone be the story til they reading the last rights…

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• underground hip hop
• Portland