Neon Black

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released June 24, 2016

All tracks Produced by BSTFRND
Tracks written by Robalu Gibsun

Track 2 Featuring BGKHNAOG
Track 5 Featuring Koncept Jack$on

Mixing by BGKHNAOG and BSTFRND
Mastering by BSTFRND

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soluh! Richmond, Virginia

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.

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Track Name: Blackberry Complex
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
Track Name: Coils
[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
Track Name: HuhWhatchaSay
[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
Track Name: What if I Did
[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 banks 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 truths feel like complaints
The marches drained us, margins tamed us
A mugshot minus mace, I stayed in today
Shiny suit fade, I shopped at Goodwill ashamed
My worries to a God I don’t see on this plane
Robalu mold a phrase into single you could play
Poetry is wrestling I done slammed & I done 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 [All] 2015 Who remix Yeezy & Jay-Z
Who heard entertainment? Who heard education?
Dapped up Black Ice for stories I was raised on
Tweeting Black Thought “You unlynchable, 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 is 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