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Blackberry Complex
01:33
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Neon Black
2 words sound like a paintbrush
dipped twice
but also unlimited words stampede the canvas
I speak because someone held on for me
Money, tear it down
I need to make moves
I moonwalk to the source of chains
I don't need dead presidents to hug me
Me? My ancestors handed me the torch
& the torch...I stretched good on my turf
I know, I know the track, oh (inhale)
Contenders fallin behind, falling back
An artist told me to be God, which is to say
we come from people who created religion
Who? Who-Who created religion? which is to say
I left them wheezing in the dirt so they kissed the land
I told my hunters "Go back to Africa / without killing it!"
They dashed
The water splaaaaashed in my eyes, I didn't flinch
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[Hook: Robalu]
Fresh out the gate / Breath on a ring / Said I'm a G / I-to-the-B / S-U-N / Robalu begin / This neon black / BST on the track / Yes dripping sweat / Mama steer the light / Poppa here to fight / Art for the Wack 2 get they shit in check / Handle broke ya self / Love emote a wealth / haters cannot snatch
[Verse 1: Robalu]
Ain't no looking back / Soluh wind, it smack / Soluh! Flare so hot... Coca-Cola crack / Polar bear depressed / Know the one that test / Profess, The Balu back / operate on facts / operate on facts / Junglecats gets scratched Fresh outta gate Breath in a ring / Durag was sleek Robalu end / So Insomniac / Kahuna where you at?
[Verse 2: Big Kahuna OG]
My bags is packed and I’m ready to go / journey flow, get my weight up heavy as stones my gems out on sediment ropes / I’m lettin’ ‘em go / I’m not here to please everyone, I came for the dro / Oh! G! Scientific with the GB / Still fuck the police / Still gotta smoke weed / damn 2016 feel like the 60s / Time travel on a yaper chase, save the day / War tour through the century, that’s major cake / I’m fishing out the bank, from the lake, when it’s safe / my favorite shawty neon black, she never flake / I might give that bitch the keys to the home base / my new alias is Studio Julio, I hope nobody cry at my funeral / they need to smoke something to google boy, that Super Kahuna flow / we still the same g’s you used to know. Yup!
[Hook: Robalu]
Fresh out the gate / Breath on a ring / Said I'm a G / I-to-the-B / S-U-N / Robalu begin / This Neon Black / BST on the track / Yes dripping sweat / Mama steer the light / Poppa here to fight / Art for the Wack 2 get they shit in check / Handle broke ya self / Love emote a wealth / haters cannot snatch
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3. |
Coils
03:00
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[Verse 1]
Invite the grind in the club
Hot as the album we dropped
Septum caught, mouthful of coils
Hazelnut neck smell like samoas
Do-si-doed up, water in my pores
Wall sweat porous, all in the corners
Girls peeking in, drummers peak again
Short curls wine like the grapes in barrel
Thumbs on Snapchat, light up the band
Drummer solo, broke it down so low
Confidence risin smooth as a Isley
Prided on my smile but it might not work
If she get her girl to divide this
Ready for denial, dab up a smirk
DJ crossfade Murder She Wrote!
I say Murder She Wrote!
[Hook x2]
Dancehall winin’ mesmerizin
Caught up in the gyrate, my lord
Dancehall winin’ mesmerizin
Caught up in the gyrate, my lord
If I If I work up behind it
Rockin the island, for shore
If I If I work up behind it
Rockin the island, for shore
[Verse 2]
Friends on sideline, approval awaits
Electric, learn this selection & shake
Seductive side-eye, comfort no shade
Dancehall like Drake, André Can’t Wait
Sweat heavy, hydrate, bodies in sync
Unifying power, palms on her waist
Belt loops Velcro, don’t feel strange
Turn up in the center of the floor & break
Dancehall winin’ mesmerizin
Caught up in the gyrate, my lord
If I, If I, work up behind it
Rockin the island, for shore
Homegirls afar, challenge support
Why not get turnt to the neon black joy?
Look, I was good... then she bucked us
Onto the couch, boom I was out
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4. |
HuhWhatchaSay
01:47
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[Hook]
It’s not Lah, It’s Luh! Is that God, or Jah?
You turned up or nah? HuhWhatchaSay soLuh?!
It’s not Lah, It’s Luh! Is that God, or Jah?
You turned up or nah?HuhWhatchaSay soLuh?!
[Verse]
Make some noise, we rocking in this place
Neon Black, We turned up, though it’s late
Soul Train line to the bottom the stageeeeeee
Black excellence, monsters take a break
Rhythm Quakers, kids will thank us
really late if the metaphors are great
Shook off hate & cooked food for my race
They say what you saying hot
I spit with super saiyan locs
Underground raise in chunks
Good weather, It stay A +
All changes saved in drive
On the other side of time sipping water after wine
All Praise, Young SoLuh the God! Say our name right
Overstand the cause, you can sang SO LOVE!
[Hook]
[Outro]
Make some noise, we rocking in this place
Neon Black, We turned up, though it’s late
Soul Train line to the bottom the stage
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[Verse 1: Robalu]
I just had a craving for some cornbread...
Ah! Say a prayer for the mattress
Yo! Deeper than mainstream
Bo peeping, I loop sheep
Cycling the fence of sleep
Eyes crusty, sand of dreams
Yawn, cupping air to speak
Arms musty, is it me?
Shower ‘til the crevice squeak
Turn my peace into a V
Tongue between she say capish, we exit steam
Air smell - fresh & clean
Richmond feel - like a beach
Wine-sipping, cause we Feelin’ It
Yonce serving Lemonade
All my niggas think I’m whipped
How commitment got me scared?
I can’t get her off my head
How this track sound just like?
Say you wanna… Say you wanna ...
We keep private like a tag
Cowgirl, she on the ceiling
Getting nervous it’s gon slip
Eye connect, bite, bottom lip
Climax we, laid out flat
I concur: her eyes want
more than to get it in & it's bad
Counterfeit Diamond Pendant
Where does love begin to end?
[Verse 2: Koncept Jackson]
I'm like the frog in the pond, never sweatin' her pom poms ever, stall em now they sayin wah Gwan, it's long jawns under flannels, wonton soup, the astrals channel the manners of dons, my damsel saw my stans in my palms, she read the scripts w recollection, I took for granted my wrongs, all the shit perplexin', led my zepplins to heavens, embedded messages in my make up, I utilize my blessing, when you listen it's like you and I's connected, & yous a lie that's why ya frugal pies defected, he treacherous, rap omelette do fromage on the guest list, ya best bet is go do or die wit ya bettin it's suicide, already shootin holes thru ya lies, rockabye bitches then it's back to business, rock suit & tie, next year it's clear blue skies, in dubai, Google me ma
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6. |
What if I Did
02:54
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[Intro]
Still waiting on the heater Still waiting on the ether
Still waiting on the re-up I don’t wanna be here
Systemic racism got me pulling out my hairs
[Verse]
Affordable health care spit me out at 26
Took a break, went broke, filled up pockets
online products
Commissioned artwork, I paint you anew
Locked up, I got a tight coil.
A strange fruit that might spoil
Klansmen planning to hang
It’s nothing I’m okay but I ain’t who can relate?
You considered suicide but you stayed
Listening to JD like Money Ain’t No Thang
Listening to Jay Dee like Slum would never end
Conspiracies ain’t fake, who gave bibles to slaves?
No more bottom of the rank, deodorize all the stank
My threshold for fuck shit
is shorter than my lunch breaks
Unstoppable like Bank$ ripping “Victory” takes
Shells like Michelangelo shrooming out to space
What if I...
Stayed rooted when Things Fall Apart in my hands
I rose over thorns
The concrete was in the way air…
Caught me up I gotta glare
It looked like the sun, it burned through my genes
Who stole oil from Africa & bombed in our names?
Death toll steep & the pharmacy still paid
Release like I been in the hospital for weeks
Holistic medicine pended the pain, I think dependent
on fame to bury the cranes knocking self-esteem I vent
I scream You don’t know what I been through
How dem pop up ads know my folk?
Glasses so strong you don’t know what I’ve seen
I write in notes til my neck start to strain
Or freestyle, peep the veins as rhymes fall in place
I done seen so much hate my truth feel like complaints
The marches drained us, margins tamed us
A mugshot minus mace, I stayed today
Shiny suit fade, I shopped at Goodwill ashamed
My worries to God I don’t see on this plane
ROBALU mold a phrase into single you could play
Poetry is wrestling I done slammed & I placed
Oppression dishing pressure but I’m stretching for the pace
Daunie hit me up, I’m flying to LA
Niggas in Paris Clean For 2015 Who remix Yeezy & Jay-Z
Who heard entertainment? Who heard education?
I dapped up Black Ice for stories I was raised on
Tweeting Black Thought “You unlynchable, black, stay strong”
Why - free healthcare so far? Hospice bill so much?
Couldn’t afford a casket them ashes in a tub
Couldn’t afford grasses so I curl up like a bud & bust
Richmond For Change I came back changed
I know Capitol Hill sold to banking
I know suckers that budget cutting the creative
I know you clutching who you want to be cuffing
When the flamer curling papers
You type to instigate at heaven’s gates
I fight the devil with words & it's great
Deconstruct bars like prison breaks
I’m a N-E-R-D, Virginia cleansing at the winner table
Bastard casting fake emcees to the lake
Step into your gift like you hate Christmas
But missed it when it went missing
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7. |
Common Wealth
03:35
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[Verse 1]
Melanin-induced, I’m delving into proofs
Prison full of colored folk, ya cell contain our truth
How we locked up when our spending power to the moon?
Them laws ain't my rules!
I drop gyms like fasting on food for thoughts
Too tired to act on my thirst, so tired
I pass like a reason to be late for class
Knocked out before I finish praying to God
The booth was my savior, fires unspool from navel guts
Dutches roll the papers up, you a slave or what?
I learned my name was false, so I made my own & vapor out
Overstand my pages full, life was a paper route
Labor foul but I'm blessed, not dead
I pass with flying colors like Super Friends
Late 90s Little Boy Baloo was listening 92.1
Momma drove to giveaways, I spun a wheel & won
A shirt that said JAMZ & I jam, an
Ex-RA Planning open mic programs
I write poetry to vent & invent
Schemes that stick to the shoreline of your ears
An artist with visions bent I’m
[Chorus]
Going beyond my years, I'm from Virginia
Wealth ain't common here
City, I don't want to leave But I do
& I come right back to you My
Voice so rich, my choices live
[Bridge]
Said need something to erase my stress (ah!)
Yeah, I could relay to text (ah!)
But I ask for breath (ah!)
Mouth unquenched (ah!)
I think I'm over 'splaining myself (ah!)
Need something to erase my stress (ah!)
Yeah, I could relay to text (ah!)
But I talk it off the head and check ‘em
Maybe flex um
I’m up tapping on the boot of a Jetson
Ah! Ah!
[Verse 2]
Honor those who bright with light
Dollar bills, I’m poking eyes
Card games promoting lies
We the law, who own our rights
Living will, I wield my life
Seal the crimes for peace of mind
Baraka said, ‘be crazy to not act!
[Chorus]
Going beyond the years, I'm from Virginia
That Wealth ain't common here
I don't want to leave but I do
& I come right back to you
My voice so rich my choices ooo
[Outro]
From Virginia
Mmm mm mm
Artist with the vision
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soluh!
Soluh is a hip hop duo with Robalu on the Rhymes and poetry and BSTFRND on the Beats and production.
Delivering sun-charged rhythms fresh, from the river city to BK.
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