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Prodigal Son
03:28
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Red Dirt
04:25
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Against The Grain
03:02
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The Lesson
03:01
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Lullaby (feat. Nhojj)
03:49
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Iconography
03:49
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Iconography
produced by dirtybirdbeats
Hook:
I'm a grown man growing up
My trajectory
I'm a little bit city and a big country boy
that's who I be
I'm a blues, a jazz, a Hip-hop a rhythm
don't ya wanna dance with me
the most fa mous em cee you never heard of
ICONography
Verse 1:
Born in the Nati, over the Rhine
rebirth in a city where the river runs dry
yet full of water for tears of the broken
underground railroading
freedom song getting us open
Class politics and Midwest corruption
race rioting, buildings smokin, folk chokin
1836, '67, 2011
folk actin' like we in a post-racial heaven
that's a 175 years we still clash
yet black folk still get shot
you do the math
in the Cincinnati
The nasty nati
the nastiest thing is bigotry not being catty
first memories were of living on Race street
where you could eat a bullet
before gettin Grippos to eat
it's not Calculus,
the racial angst of the city where I was born
who would have guessed: ICON
(who would have guessed: ICON)
Hook 2
I'm a grown man growing up
My trajectory
I'm a little bit city and a big country boy
that's who I be
I'm a blues, a jazz, a Hip-hop a rhythm
don't ya wanna dance with me
the most fa mous em cee you never heard of
ICONography
(ICONography)
Verse 2:
Then South Dallas OakCliff
Neglect in a hot city not feeling too hot: Texas
childhood abuses: homeless hungry
momma walkin' streets with 4 kids, no money
eventually we found a spot
over the state line, Pig Sooey, life in the Rock
That's Little Rock the biggest city in the ARK
5 with mandatory football cleats in Fair Park
but it really wasn't fair cuz I was really rather bookish
wasn't a good look for a dad
with a straight plan
to make sure none of his boys would be sissies
especially me, all smart, proper, siditty
just like my ma and if she was into men
then I'd ask, "can I kick it" yes you can
with a boy or girl, so I learned to box
a black queer, Highland Court, Little Rock
Hook 3
grown man growing up
My trajectory
I’m a little bit city and a big country boy
that's who I be
I’m a blues, a jazz, a Hip-hop a rhythm
don't ya wanna dance with me
the most fa mous em cee you never heard of
Iconography
Verse 3:
to a small town where there less stress and killin
and god willing, gang violence and blood spillin
Be more protected in a red dirt bubble of 870
Taylor, Arkansas real slow
a town barely on the map, fewer gun claps
other side of the track town, white over black
lots of church where I'd question my worth
ask God: why I'd be cursed at birth
for burdens I would carry
fast, pray, and tarry
do everything to rid the feeling,
that had me demeaning the joy I felt dreamin’
when I crushed on guys
ideations of suicide
but I listened to a voice one front porch night
said you aiight, in spite of inner fights
and one day you'll find others who feel the same
Icon, people gonna know ya name
Hook to fade (music fade... a capella)
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Underground Railroad
03:26
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Stutter
04:22
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Carried Away
04:29
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Playboys Playgirls
04:25
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Irony
03:17
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Old School (feat. M-Joy)
02:43
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Get Free
04:47
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Nappy (feat. Sarafina)
04:54
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Moms
03:19
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Gone
04:10
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Shoes
02:51
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Shoes
Written and Performed by Tim’m T. West
1st verse:
This ain’t’ no oppression olympics
But you tryin’ it
Trying to minimize what I been thru
I ain’t feelin it
You want a final answer
For a trick question
I ain’t got no smith and wesson
No smoking guns, just some life lessons
Born with an intuition many moons before me
Got that generational knowledge in my bloodstream
Cross many rivers by spirit of breath before me
So you bore me
You’re very toxic it annoys me
I employ most rappers to do better
Upgrade the grade, flip the logic, get them letters
Sharpen the cheddar ‘til it bites
And put a lil mo time in on that scratch pad, that keyboard
And actually pick up a pen and write
So what’s that gay stuff up my sleeve?
A rainbow library
A very educated, petty, subtle read
Just tryin’ to titillate that brain space
Take you down a neurological wormhole
Without a very straight face
Cuz joy is how it fight the nightmares
The weight of pain that debilitates
And it feels like nobody cares
My wordplay’s a tango between ballet
And a break dancer
I’m still here
my final answer
Hook:
Cuz you ain’t walked a mile
In my shoes
So you can’t judge my life
Sing my blues
I really don’t have the time
To prove
(no point to you
This is
My Truth)
2nd verse:
Never claimed to be the best rapper
But I holds my own
Got 10 rap projects behind me
6 of those alone
Never paper chased or entered the rat race
To compromise my values
The Boom bap the back drop, and poetry my muse
My albums go probably aluminium
So ain’t got a thing to lose
A few times I almost lost it all
So value the right to choose:
my life, the way I write, my destiny, even my plight
And all the miles that I walk, as much as you stalk
Don’t make you right
Demean me cuz I gay
(well what’s the meaning of your angst
What’s that picture that you paint
I’m that eisel you can’t break
So you’ll never see me aim
To walk in another’s lane
I cover my ears with all your nonsense
Blah blah blah blah lame
Like Prince I’ll be unbothered
Singing baby I’m a star
Since you’ve walked a mile in my shoes
Then tell me who you are
[pause]
Since you’ve walked a mile in my shoes
Then tell me who you are
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20. |
Full Moon
03:21
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21. |
Song
02:38
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