Death Blow

by Kofi

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Hardcore and cutting edge, Death Blow is a conceptual album about a guy named Rebel who has to kill himself to become his greatest self.

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released December 13, 2016

Music & lyrics by Kofi
Produced by Kofi
Mixed by Jamie Kuse
Mastered by Jamie Kuse at Creative Recording Studios
Additional recording by Jonny Holisko

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Kofi Montreal, Québec

Kofi is a multi-disciplinary artist whose titles include rapper-producer, singer-songwriter, actor, writer and filmmaker.

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Track Name: Rebel
REBEL (x4)

Full name translate Warrior
Born on a Friday, flow like I'm over ya
No I'm not dead, you can call the coroner
Got a lot a friends that were workin' the corner
Now they comin' a, nine months later is comin' a
Son and daughter from a shorty that's so humina
Telling me to slow my run enough
Like Usain Bolt, you saying I'm coming up?
I'm running a, couple lines border phenomena
Cross the borderline so I'm California
A Rebel Without A Cause, a treble without a pause
Bass deface the face off like Cage and Travolta
The turning point, poets call it a volta
I'm Breaking Bad, so I'm feeling like Walter
I'm married to the music so when I approach the altar
Anybody else grooming themself will falter
I never fuck up, I only do a touch up
A brush up, divorce far away like Russia
Y'all better ketchup to my mustard
Grey Poupon what I keep up in the cupboard
No futon no one sleeping on this brother
Mother, father, sister, I am the on the cover
Going undercover when everybody discover
That I am burning the rubber on a rebel... level...

REBEL (x4)


Me, myself, and I in a room full of dreams
Fashion out the music with the lyrics so it seams
Understand my slang? This is incredible jeans
Rollin' up my sleeves while cooking up themes
Inevitable, food for thought, this is edible
Make an edimame take me out to Tokyo
Japanese denim, feeling like a felon
Stealing her heart while playing with her melon
Sharp as a samurai sword, we're making out
Making marks with my samurai sword, I'm cutting out
Meaning that we breaking up, I'm feeling like a motherfuck
I blame my exes for fuckin' up, I'm going nuts
Nope! I'm growing up, holding out for nothing much
I toughen up, gut six and my muscle up
Built up like a muscle car muffler
Never muffle much I'm fresh when I'm puffing up
My chopper rolling so I'm going Harley Davidson
I'm going off the edge, nobody be saving him
The old ladies like, "Mmm mmm mmm
Kind of sad that he beat us to the bottom of the tomb."
Live young and leave a beautiful corpse
Of course this is James Dean on a musical course
Going undercover when everybody discover
That I am burning the rubber on a rebel... level...

REBEL (x4)
Track Name: Headshots
Headshots I rap picturesque
Instagram on my intellect
Flow that Kodak infinite
I hold that pose I froze the Internet
Trojan horse I'm F'n it
I'm the shit but you can't really step in it my
Size 12s so Jordanesque
Follow my lead subordinates
Believe and succeed is the motto which
Get the girl in the car that's a model whip
Which is all that I see when the camera lit
Through the lens of my eye in the rhyme I spit...
Shit... thousand words
Picture worth I freestyle the verbs
Autoflash when I autograph
If you oughta rap you are here to serve
...come the king,
Potluck, what you come to bring?
You got luck, well you got fucked
Cause I got skill, now that's what's up
NODAmusic what's going down
You better know the music's that's going 'round
He produce and he rap he the best in town
Best in the world, CM Punk now
Posterize when I flee I dunk
I make runs I make funds as I run a mock
Shout out to Drizzy we are Canucks
We gets bizzy we nuts got the game corrupt
No politeness, no stereotype shit
Our stereo type is to own the mics-es
Photoshop they wanna flip me up
With a headshot till I'm six feet up

CHORUS

You are now in tuned to the latest and the greatest
King Koef... King Koef...
Drunk Flow... Drunk Flow...
Re-bel... Re-bel...

Headshots, my pops, dodge bullets and he ran for it
African in a foreign land took one shot now here I am
Full name translate warrior, born
Piss poor give glory up, torn
Between the lord and the devil,
Selling keys or playing keys I'm in treble, please
151 for the ease,
Honey want me for the birds and the bees
Honey gon' sting could've sworn she the queen
Leave, me with a glass full of lean, eee....
Headshots, fuck my chest
Tequila revealer of why I'm depressed
Vodka with Mila was more than a mess
First the bee now a bird, I am leaving the nest...
Stay fly, I take off
I make art like Beecroft
California is my pneumonia
I'm so sick when I'm rhyming on you
So slick like the Hymen on you, uh
Hail Mary when I throw the pigskin
Thanksgiving when I give the fixins
Headshots for all my vixens
Stay on Cruise the Impossible Mission
R Kelly got the Keys in the Ignition
R&B in the Beamer system
R&D, female division
I record like it's Betty Ford
12 steps till the G4
Now I'm much higher than before
If I reminisce I gotta drink some more...hic-up
Track Name: IDGAF
I... Don't... Give... A... Fuck.
What? What? What?

They call me Rebel
I'm taking hip-hop to a whole other level
If you don't like that then stick to boom bap
'Cause I ain't got time to rhyme to dude's tracks, I'm the new Tupac
All Eyez On Me when I do rap
Me Against the World I opportune that
Got your shorty singing high she opera tune that
Translation: homie she ain't ever coming back
Everybody wanna see me when I plummet
Nobody wanna see me at the summit
Food for thought that's something you can't stomach
But the way I turn it up you gon' have to throw it up
But what I have at stake and the way I burn it up
Is well done, but so raw, so rare, so yeah
I don't give a damn stop floodin' up
Build a bridge and get over I don't give a uh

HANDS IN THE AIR, IF YOU HAD ENOUGH
SCREAMING EVERYWHERE, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
SCREAMING EVERYWHERE, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
SCREAMING EVERYWHERE, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
HANDS IN THE AIR, IF YOU HAD ENOUGH
SCREAMING EVERYWHERE, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
SCREAMING EVERYWHERE, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
SCREAMING EVERYWHERE, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
MIDDLE FINGERS IN THE AIR IF YOU HAD IT ROUGH
MIDDLE FINGERS IN THE AIR IF YOU HAD ENOUGH
MIDDLE FINGERS IN THE AIR IF YOU HAD IT ROUGH
MIDDLE FINGERS IN THE AIR I DON'T GIVE A FUCK

Queen of the mafia, hey Domino
Tell them dudes that ain't moving to vamanos
Do you girls know them dudes you wish would overdose?
I give 'em one hit, they all comatose
Don't mean to brag but my hands like Mayweather
When it rains it pours, so they can't play ever
Apologies for my whole damn gender
Players keep playing women please don't surrender
Man hasn't been man since man Adam
Sitting in the rose bush, not much to fathom
Eve came at 'em, had him at hello
Till the, grass was cut and the snake would show
Singing Strange Fruit till they had to go
Adam had work called Eve a hoe
Toiling the field, now we playing the field
Now we playing to feel but I ain't playing, for real

CHORUS

If you judge Kofi by the rap flow
You would prolly say he is an asshole
So anal, so thorough
And the girl go, volcano
Eruption, the art of seduction
Weapon on the session is a lyrical percussion
On discussion, I'm so Justin
20 over 20 the experience is Upton
That means it's huge... did he say that?
Yeah he say that, homie don't play that
Homie don't clown when he pound on a played track
Run a train till the racks fill up on the way back
Started from the bottom now we here
Not from the middle where the money used to dribble
There the checks bounce at least from my account
Cause here the checks amount, so yeah, come check me out. We out.
Track Name: April
Her name is April and she 20 and she known to many
Hit it off at a party then took her to Denny's
Herbal massage in the back room she stop my rigid
My mental pen feeling zen writing stories vivid
Her ancestors legendary from the world of Kush
Living off the land hand set over the bush
I set her off with a flick she perspire
Perfume fill the room I switch to a frequent flier
Miles away, leaving on the red eye
Taking down stacks with force like Jedi
Boost for breakfast, for now sip the sizzerp
Her father must be Earvin 'cause it's magic how she wiz-erk
Time for dessert, sit back and kiss her
Tip her, you know what I mean, I'm vibing with her
Her sister is her heroine, don't get with her
That girl love to rock and you hip-hop mister

HIT THE WEED AND HOPE TO GOD I CAN FLY HIGH(x8)

Her name is April and she 20 everybody hit it
I ain't mad ,that's the way that she roll wit' it
Summer songs where she wear Billa Bong
You would understand the language if ya turn ya flicker on
Sitting in a circle, she love wearing purple
What goes around, comes around, karma in herbal
She famous in my city when she go and cross the line
The cops behind, take the dude, leave him in a bind
Parents don't wanna see her grow-op, Peter Pan
Kids find her and they Neverland... damn
She really dope, can't leave her on another note
Another homie bag her up, make a lot dough
My money clean, I just understand her scene
People having issues like yearly magazines
Letters to the editor she fixing all these things
Maybe for a second but it's better than nothing

CHORUS

Her name is April and she 20 and she really famous
Michael Phelps took a dive, no Greg Louganis
She crossed Bridges when she kicked it with Lebowski
You couldn't help The Dude if you tried, Dr. Melphy
Snoop took a bite, Murder Was the Case
As he took a pipe, like a puff, it went all away
Calling Dr. Dre, Chronic on the way
Ice Cube seeing her on a Friday
With the Entourage, with the Turtle at bay
Then the Drama play, she be on a race, Vinny Chase
Bars for the Kumars and Harolds on the way
To the castle where they beefing with her friend, NPH
NPR on the radio
Now she like, "Damn! Is that Cheech and Chong playing on the stereo?
Is that Super Mario? Let's go on the merry-go."
So she goes around again... and then...

CHORUS

Wanna go for another ride?
Track Name: Rebel on the Ride
Backs against the wall, now our backs against the wind
We backing all our talk with action of travellin'
Moving on the I-5, grooving through my mind's eye
A movie on our lives titled, "Rebel on the Ride"
Your arms around my waist as we move through outer space
My Orion's Belt, she a diamond in a waste
A rough past of women that would try to kill me in our place
When I find they mans hiding in our own closet space
Usually got my helmet up to, protect my melon cup from
Whatever you sellin' but, I see you aren't shelling up you
Showing up, showing out, showing off
So no doubt, let's roll up, and roll out, and hold out
In a house, or hotel, whatever, holds us well
As we up, and propel, apparel, that we held
Now we melt, into one, like the sun horizon
As they come, all together how our day, has begun

REBEL ON A RIDE, JUST A GIRL AND A GUY
LIVING OUT THEY LIVES, LIKE THEY LIVING OUT TO DIE
REBEL ON A RIDE, JUST A GIRL AND A GUY
LIVING OUT THEY LIVES LIKE THEY LIVING SUICIDE
REBEL ON A RIDE, JUST A GIRL AND A GUY
LIVING OUT THEY LIVES, LIKE THEY LIVING OUT TO DIE
REBEL ON A RIDE, JUST A GIRL AND A GUY
LIVING OUT THEY LIVES LIKE THEY LIVING SUICIDE
DIE...

Forget the Prada let's just go naked Nevada
Whatever happens there stays Vegas if it oughta
What's my Alma mater? African Bombata
You came out of Georgia so you Ms. Americana
Stole you from your father like "Stay away from my daughter." But
I don't show no honor you said, "Don't even bother."
Dude was a maniac, you left him in a brainy patch
Struck out on his wife, so you home run with a baseball bat
Mens are hard to trust, and man, I'm hard to bust
Got damn I got a dam to withstand any rush
But you hit it with your bat, and with time it start to crack
Then it rush, now you drowning in the sorrows of a pup
I'm trying to be a big dog for a bad bitch
But it really is a big hop and a mad switch
She trying to be a good girl for a good guy
It's a hard turn but we both have a lot of drive

CHORUS

Now we in Manhattan at Cockpit, got fixed
With some bomber jackets from a previous topic
Tatted from my chest to my shoulder up
Never have to camouflage my feelings I'm a soldier, what!
Love is battlefield, watch out for banana peels
Never catch me slippin', we dodging what the battle yields
Love is my religion, guess you going Christian Dior reppin'
In your Sunday dress, holy Moses I am blessed
A Rebel With A Cause got the devil with his paws
On the laws put in play, so he go and press pause
Happens every time, I fast forward he rewind
Then stop, when I find, that the girl was never mine
Studio in Soho, a letter on the table
Her mother wasn't able to escape from father A-hole
So she went to save her, I read it in a paper
He shot them with a gauger now they on an escalator

CHORUS
Track Name: Die Just A Little
She took it to the head like Beatrix Kiddle
Now I gotta Kill Bill straight down the middle
Feeling kinda feel evil like a young Tom Riddle
Voldemort when I use my wand on the scribble
I'm gonna piece him up, motherfuck
Put him in a bag and put him in a truck
Put him in a boat then put him in a rush
Of water called the ocean, then live it up
Pour a little liquor for Ms. Americana
First name April, love marijuana
Love her like I love my motherland Ghana
Comma, listing all the days of drama
Momma, please forgive your Obama
'Bout to take my Air Forces to the father
Step up to the door and finish what I promised
Show my girl honor by showing no honor

I KNOW...
CAUGHT UP IN THE MIDDLE...
DIE JUST A LITTLE...
SOMETHING YOU'LL NEVER KNOW...
I KNOW...
CAUGHT UP IN THE MIDDLE...
DIE JUST A LITTLE...
SOMETHING YOU'LL NEVER KNOW...

Suicide is suicide
And he succeed to self-crucify
A good thing 'cause I'm a guy good
If I go bad then I get Goodfella vibe
Michael Corleone when the godfather die
Lunatic, you can see the change in tide
Rumor is Rebel going for another ride
Motorcycle gang: me, myself, and I
Learn my lesson watching all these legends
Eye on the prize never leave for a second
Never gon' leave for a B on the A-train
When my A-game is to lead on the food chain
If you understand then we be in the same frame
Of the same picture that we put up in the mainframe
But the back of my brain
Still backup memory of my dame

CHORUS

The past is the past gotta wrap it up quick
So I got the present at hand as a gift
Don't know my destination
But my number's up, no estimation
Rolling up the wheels no hesitation
No trepidation, the approximation
Of the last relation was no relation
Mind working too much, it need a vacation
Been here before, never gon' come back
Run tell dat back from the war
Mind games so I switch up on the synapse
So my thoughts built much different from before
Rebel with a cause for the inspiration
Give a lot of people lot of information
Go against the grain with the words I'm baking
Just my food for thought for the congregation

CHORUS
Track Name: Cupid's Dead
I put it right up to his head now Cupid's dead

CUPID'S GONE, CUPID'S DEAD, CUPID'S GONE I (X8)

Eros got arrows and I got bullet points
He may fly but I stay higher when I make all these joints
Got crack in my poems 'cause my rap is dope
And going back when I Rome when I make like Roman
No man, I ain't ending up like Caesar
Sees a Cleopatra seizure
Seize his heart in a moment of amnesia
Diva wanna have a weekend in Ibiza
She's a gold digger looking for a Visa
He's a dead man walking overhead
Is a quill from a bow so I aim from below
The belly of hell yet homie I'm so cold
I'm so cold that the winter don't know
That the winter is summer when I'm zero below
Damn... why she trying to stick him for his paper?
So many haters like we playing for the Lakers
So many lovers like we made it to the majors
So many questions like, "Who is Tiger's maker?"
It's a dude in a diaper
Make moves like wiper do on a Viper
Dodge is a type of... car that you had wifed up
Till he screwed your life up
Ew, that's a swipe up...
You was cool till piper played with your pipe, huh?
Put a knife up... uh...
Caesar don't see it so Brutus gon' do it
Cupid ain't stupid he planned it, so ruthless
So I'm on the roof quick, shoot him in the roof quick
Bullets beat arrows, truth beat tarots
Cupid is dead, Rebel turned hero

CHORUS

Don't get it wrong, I love my sister
I hug my sister, I bug my sister
What up, my sister? I hug those pictures
When we was in britches and nobody knew what "bitch" is
This is the new story Olympus
I'm the god of flow and painting pictures
I'm the god of song called Apollo
And when the goddess gone there's no sorrow
Another arrow? That I gotta break in half
In the rap that I'm bringing on the track.
Fact: love is bullshit
Relationship is hate-N-shit when it's no longer potent
In my Hermès, god of travel
Don't judge me, dodge the gavel
Harvey Specter, in the sector
And I got a mic that love to hear my life
My moves in check, you can call them my Nikes
I only disrespect if your mom Aphrodite
Zeus can't save you call for the night
Hades got a room for you for life
Ares ain't nothing, your war of seduction
Kill more hearts and souls in production
I'll speak in Russian... nyet
Universal language, love is a mess
No disrespect but I so disconnect
Your neck from your other bones, throw you where it's wet
Throw you in a chest, Poseidon know what's next
Throw you in a whale, hell, I don't give an F
Now everybody fresh, nobody looking stressed
Nobody losing money, nobody losing rest
Nobody gon' cry cause nobody gon' guess
That Cupid is dead and I shot him in the head and chest

CHORUS
Track Name: Pablo Jaq Flow
1-2-3 Rebel

What? What? What? Come on!
...rrrah!

Exes won't you die slow?
My eyes show no hydro
She went on that Snow White
I said goodnight and then Heigh-Ho
On my high horse, well of course
Can't push the cart before my Porsche
Gotta push the art out a like cyborg
Half-man, half-amazing, full psycho
That crazy walk, plus crazy talk
Make crazy money, for crazy Jaq
Your frère Jaq, speak Veritas
Goddess of truth, I married ya
Exes dead I buried ya
In the grave of the past in America
Of course I divorce on the course of their source
I see what you bacon I don't want your pork
This that Pablo Jaq flow. Standard or auto
The name pretentious, my aim is senseless
I maim a sentence with my flow

PABLO JAQ FLOW
THIS THAT PABLO JAQ FLOW
PABLO JAQ FLOW
THIS THAT PABLO JAQ FLOW

Fuck ya mad at me for?
My love was your C4
Blow up in your esophagus
And the topic hit from the deep throat
Not stressed out, like before
I'm on my A game what the hell a B for?
Unless we talking killer bee flow
I'm the bees knees honey no T4
Can't stop the pain, I bet they run a train
You can't feel a thang, go Novocaine
When life hurts, I write verse
Then I write song, then my love strong
For my first: me first
Myself and I, my team, CHUCH
I don't want no weak bitch
That's food for thought, I want deep dish
This that Pablo Jaq flow. Standard or auto
The name pretentious, my aim is senseless
I maim a sentence with my flow

PABLO JAQ FLOW
THIS THAT PABLO JAQ FLOW
PABLO JAQ FLOW
THIS THAT PABLO JAQ FLOW

Zone out (x16)

Roses red, violence too
Violets' violins singing out the blues
5-7-5 is a fuckin' Haiku
I ain't fuckin' with you 'less your fuckin' IQ
High too... ah-choo...
Allergic to verses that sound like "ooh"
My sonnets emerge, I'm a poet on the move
Some Moët down the tube now I'm feelin' the booze
Feelin' my shoes? Saint Laurent on a runway
Start fresh like we talk about Sunday
White dress guess we talk about someday
In a galaxy, far far away
Renaissance man rep full chivalry
Every motherfucking bitch try to come kill me
Comme des Garçons to cover my chest
Come then pass on I cover her chest (ha)
Come to bask on in my fresh
Come the Basquiat over my desk
Come to watch the man do his best
Pablo Jaq flow over now? Yes.

3-2-1 Rebel
Track Name: Kamehameha
KAMEHAMEHA


HA... HA... HA-HA
KA-ME-HA-ME
HA... HA... HA-HA
KA-ME-HA-ME

Just me and my oldest friend
Standing on the rooftop blowin' wind
Living out our lows while we getting high
The sky is the limit and we take it all in stride
Marathon trek to Hollywood
We wrote out a spec so we all be good
They roll out respect and they wrote out a check
And I rode out in something that can hold our fresh
You know what? I'm Saiyan.
That's a double entendre throw some double pom poms
For the king carry on and he running this game
When I finish I finna I fit as Usain
Insane in the membrane
I Rembrant when I rant so I paint something in vain
Insane when I'm in brain
If life is the Matrix my life is the real thing

CHORUS

Come the king...
Come the king...
Come the king!!!

My pops dodge bullets, I shouldn't be alive
But homie he fought for it, so, I go Forrest, so
I run for it, catch me in the forest
I'm so natural when I flow from the gullet
I go Pulitzer, I'm so Wilde
The Importance of Being Earnest is furnished in my style
Seated on the throne, repeated in my poems
I got a whole lot of crowns and they speaking to my bones
Deacon in the pulpit was preaching what is known
This is god body I ain't ever going home
Goodbye to the pauper, hello to the proper
Swimming through heaven till the lord place the stopper
I ain't gonna stop sir, every girl posture
Your head to my head and make a special offer
I'm so awful, I don't give a damn
I gave a fly speech now watch it all land

CHORUS

Come the king...
Come the king...
Come the king!!!

Piano keys I've been pushing since 3
So I play with the majors, I roll with the minors
I step up to the plate and I come up with a hit
I don't understand how motherfuckers can miss
Working on my pitch, I don't throw like my sis
I help out myself and I throw out assist
Switch, now I'm on my b-ball script
Give the ball a roll and it finish with a swish
B-boy bouncing all over this
Of course on the court I'm an allstar fit
And all stars fit in the GQ list
And a Rebel turn pedal till driving on the shift
That's standard, you understand my wit?
I'm so far ahead that I don't even exist
This is not fact, matter of fact this is myth
The story of legend, King Kofi the Second

CHORUS (x2)

Come the king...
Come the king...
Come the king!!!

Bow down to the illest
Bow down to the illest. Feel it
Bow down to the illest
Bow down to the illest. Feel it
Bow down to the illest
Bow down to the illest. Feel it
Bow down to the illest
Bow down to the illest. Feel it

Rebel. King Koef (x8)
Track Name: Suit Up
SUIT UP


LEATHER JACKET GONE (SUIT UP)
WHITE TEE GONE (SUIT UP)
BLACK BOOTS GONE (SUIT UP)
AND THE JEANS GONE (SUIT UP)
LEATHER JACKET GONE (SUIT UP)
WHITE TEE GONE (SUIT UP)
BLACK BOOTS GONE (SUIT UP)
AND THE JEANS GONE (SUIT UP)
SUITED UP I COMPUTED UP
PROGRAMMED FOR AMAZING
SUITED UP I REBOOTED UP
REBEL TURNED KING

Pardon me but pardon not
A part of me Windsor a knot
Rebel at a promenade
Can't wear no jeans need a proper nod
Proceed high five to a handshake
If the girl is a bomb I'm a hand grenade
Slip through the tracks and my plan is made
Pull out my pin and blow up within
Protection, from infection
My kin want in but I stepped in
Stepped out the Ramada
If the Devil Wear Prada I'm covered in sin
...It's so bespoke
I'm in, Ralph Lauren
I'm out, my mind again
Hunting for happiness, prey for him

CHORUS

Rolling on this crazy flow
So I call it psycho
Not because it goes around
But what comes around just might go
Where's it even coming from?
Rebel sleeping in the slum
Lyrics creeping on me, um
Piss out I guess I number one
Cumber bun so cumbersome
My t-shirt was so comfortable
But comfort got that coup de grâce
That death blow, let it rest, yo
Evolve to a pea coat
So hot never be froze
In that Anna Wintour
My comfort zone is En Vogue

CHORUS

For instance, I'm on my Barney Stinson
I'm suited up for pimping
These rhymes, not these dimes, what are ya thinking?
It's me, myself in Lincoln
Navigate with presidents
Living in my pocket
So my pants make a lot of cents
April made a lot of dents
So I hit weight and buff it up
I switch towns and cuffed up
These bars they got me locked up
These links they got me holding up
My wrist in my hand Corona
I sip in California
Dressed up to own this corner

CHORUS

SUITED UP I COMPUTED UP
PROGRAMMED FOR AMAZING
SUITED UP I REBOOTED UP
REBEL TURNED KING
Track Name: Give Us What We Need
OH YOU GIVE US WHAT WE NEED
IT MAY NOT BE WHAT WE WANT
OH YOU GIVE US WHAT WE NEED
IT MAY NOT BE WHAT WE WANT

If you was born in the rubble, born in the struggle, then you was
Born for the hustle shown in ya muscle, so you could
Bore with the pain, you dig what I'm saying? So you should
War with the lames involved in the game, this life don't
Care what you aim, it shoots for the brain, we move like
Zombie again, we hungry again, could you just
Spare us some pain, that's bread in Français, I rephrase
Les Misérables, we living all day
I got a question... How do I sell my great depression?
In my possession, I pass it off in my obsession, wait a second
Pain is a blessin', etched in the letters I'm sketchin'
At best I'm the best in the west and invest in me next
And the profits start flexin'
That's a whole lotta muscle, that's a whole lotta Russell
Jay Hove and a couple
Sold cold in the struggle, that's a tussle, that's a tug of war
Lord. You rope us in more, tie us in our heart strings
Play those strings like harp sings so the pain bring us bling

CHORUS

I got friends that are poor as hell
I got friends that are dead as well
I got friends that are waiting for the mail
For they pops with a letter from the jail
I got girls that are fine as hell
I got girls that are rich as shit
I got girls that are acting swell
Made a switch come to light as a bitch
I got morals from my momma raised me right with so much honor
Raised her right if I dishonor or cause drama by the commas
I put so much on her but women are truly stronger
Or Lord give her roids 'cause she won with her boy
When I was in pyjamas and hearing stories 'bout Ghana
Where we was dodging llamas that's a whole lotta drama
I used to ask her, "why God take us for a ride?"
She told me it's a gift, it's the reason for my drive
I used to ask her, "Why God hide all the money?"
She told me, "Honey, bees make honey, so just be."
Sting operation, I'm following the lead
I'm swallowing my pride, my faith is all I need to proceed

CHORUS (x2)
Track Name: Death Blow
Exes brought a lot of weight, so I came with a heavy heart
Uplifting my poetry, it's fit when I exercise my art
And the body so strong
And the lines in my mind that run are prime for a marathon
So my life get buffed up
Girls you really fucked up
See me on TV with Fallon
Might get cocky start freestyling
Wyling 'cause I'm going nuts?
Now these groupies showin' up?
Now this money holdin' up?
Back then I was just holding out
Just holding down whatever work was 'round
Just holding on, 9th inning on the mound
Holding in my golden goose
Egg me on and I lay the truth
Hold out Clark Kent in the booth
No doubt, now Superman on the move
Come out to show who I am
Let's get it straight, I know I'm great
My old self was heavyweight
So I lighten up and I write great
So I'm lightweight, and I easily
Get drunk on my Q's and P's
My etiquette hang over me
That hangover so naturally
So I'm Bradley Cooper not in that movie
But I'm Limitless when I get Deniro
Started zero then I took the death blow
Now I'm so fly they call me hero
I'm the rebel who deface the treble
Free bass, get high on my level
Kill myself, now I feel myself
Suicide notes I reveal myself
My higher self, my flier self
The best drug, I supply for wealth
That coup de grâce, that death blow
Let go. Feel special. Let it breathe...

DEATH BLOW
TAKING YOU FAR AND FAR AWAY
YOU'RE SO VERY SPECIAL
DYING TO LIVE AND BE OKAY
GIVING YOU THE DEATH BLOW
TAKING YOU FAR AND FAR AWAY
YOU'RE SO VERY SPECIAL
DYING TO LIVE AND BE OKAY
GIVING YOU THE DEATH BLOW

Your self-esteem feel low
So you have to take this flow
Let it run the course of vein
Till you feel what I do know

You wanna blow? Yeah! (x4)

If you ain't wit it I guess you ain't wit it
If you are then the bars I spar upon are vivid
Past friends hear me rap and are livid
'Cause I said I'd do it, it's done, I dun did it
Did it on my own like Vin Diesel with Riddick
But this is not a movie this is me authentic
Old me was so OG wit' it
Hustle like I'm Master P, so I have No Limit
I get no credit like my old card debit
Now my card got debit but my bars no credit
Till I spar with the stars and they drop from the image
With light speed might see them in a minute
Fugee turned Rebel turned Artist
Renaissance Man on the mic stand fuck being modest
Death Blow make flow 38 special
When I make my rounds better duck or get go
Say hi to the higher self
Say goodbye to the guy who would cry for help
I can't sell you death blow
Death blow is your confidence
If you let that shit flow
No bullshit, you feel nonchalant
Do what you want, do what you was put here
For, I'm coming 'round for Shakespeare
No black man coming after that man
They rather be Batman, and work on Robin
I'd rather be making history
Until I R-I-P, I be strictly evolvin'
Till the death blow,
The real one that say, "Let's go."
Where it go... nobody know...
Till then... enjoy the show...

Re-bel. Rowr.