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The Big Cheese (Intro)
00:26
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Don’t dance the with the devil he don’t know my new steps
And when they shoot me off the Empire State’s when I rest
Play the vest if you mahvelous
dodge hits, high pressure like barometers
This the novelist,
pouring wax inside your broken ear
You can catch me bin diving for them chops all fucking year
In the chalice, ——-arboles no sacate
It’s murder in the sheets by my cadre
This a SMASH,
like a single malt single hop
Concrete assault out the vault
till the single drops
It’s all sauce!
I’m the Captain of this gravy boat
You made of cake this here a 12 gauge remote
You made of jokes, this the fait de complit
That’s French for———
“Trust me, later we gon see!”
Praise the individual
like Ralph Waldo
Gonna need some whiskey
with this big bowl of caldo
Bad light when these knuckles built to spill
You trying to gild a bill
while I’m looking for some guilt to feel
Efx are real when it comes to affecting meals
Food out my mouth you in the hospital expecting bills
Mikey PG 2x
Leave you out in the hood with no purpose…leave out in the woods with no service…
leave you outside the womb when they cut through the cervix….
Outside breathing
what’s beneath the surface
Shining example of things you shouldn’t do
Should include sipping booze with these two dudes
Should of knew you pigeon stool
when I read rooms
That’s when I said a few
beat that ass like rented mules
I sent a nude between hits like interludes
The shit I’m finna do
offend like misquotes in interviews
This music black
That’s why I’m always into blues
Mental back flip,
Chef’s kiss when I’m ending crews
This bar flow,
you bar soap,bleached dark holes
These harsh fumes live hostile
shrink parcels
Hit .400
When I’m awful
"Ayo, yo-yo-yo-yo, Q. Q. Q. listen listen!"
with a barstool
Mikey PG 2x
Leave you out in the hood with no purpose…leave out in the woods with no service…
leave you outside the womb when they cut through the cervix…. Outside breathing
what’s beneath the surface
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Jen Psaki
04:06
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Who dat? I’m guessing that it’s me again
I’m out here trying to get that scratch
just like when the needle bend
Down to be wingman,
but secretly I be a ten
Not jumping on grenades
so I’m guessing that you need a friend
Leave the Benz we be fleeing in the Crosstrek
Carve out our own moonroof as we stare at foreign objects
No sausage she be vegan
and leaving if it’s awkward
But the phosphorus got her hostage
she invested in the process
No topless..
to her dignity is victory
But more so....
it’s the morsels of the mystery
No lies!
In between them thighs
is where my lips should be
Initials in the wrists
that bleed...is strictly where these kisses lead
JEN PSAKI!
P-S-A-K-I
Till the stakes is high
JEN PSAKI!
P-S-A-K-I
kisses on her neck
That gon’ Wait to die
Staring at her eyes
it’s a major vibe
It goes one two, run through
spit it into your open mouth
Strangers on a train
but I’m guessing that we friends now
Got a problem cuz every time I stare at ya
I stare at ya!
Quickly recoil, catch the mental error there
I’m trying to play it,
something cooler than the current view
Too late-made the move
promise I ain’t here to lose
It’s like a play and I feel like be auditioning
Cocoa butter skin—
my upper lip is just glistening
“Don’t blow it!” (sample)
Cuz fluff she ain’t listening
Rethinking that part
where I think I be “the shit again”
Inside Out
voices screaming let’s get rid of him
10 more seconds in
but I’m already a head of them
JEN PSAKI!
P-S-A-K-I
Till the stakes is high
JEN PSAKI!
P-S-A-K-I
kisses on her neck
That gon’ Wait to die
Staring at her eyes
it’s a major vibe
Spicy combo was a ten piece
with the leg and thighs
Made the roof leak, eyes water
and my tongue go dry
Bungle pride like an out of work carnie
Cuz I’m strictly indie thrift
while she be dripping like tsunamis
VEN MAMI!
Te ayudo out them fits that be restrictive
See I’ve always been a misfit since ma took me off the titzssss
This the difference-
Between business and amazed
She getting bathed
after the donut getting glazed
In it to win it-
But ’m always out of place
Two voices in my head
sounding like vocals out of phase (2x)
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Bushwick Bill
04:03
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Corner of the bar paid for her drink
stuck her change back in her bra
Caught me looking I smiled
and gave that silent applause
Her partner came back
with that jacket from the car
I averted my gaze
put those thoughts back in the jar
The rules are what they are
re-wrote the book in 3rd person
DOM cold lurkin said she spit on my grave
Told her you better throw some dirt in (2x)
Caught the chancla to the head
instead it was Manolo Blahnik wedge
Talk about bread…
Talk about them legs
Asked if she was a curandera as I fled
Stay fed-
Red Alert in the deck bumpin’ DeLa
Verses make you religious
now you praise GOD
Snapped bras, sprayed bars
listening to rap stars
Cop The Shine
Just don’t try to steal smoke
Map wrong-
but I’m a ride it till the wheels broke
2x
I’m just glad that I’m a alive enough to write these words
The rats have left
that’s what the mice have heard
I might a lured you out ya Hearst
just like some Life Alert
It’s what we make
it ain’t Good Luck when something nice occurs
He stumbled with grace
out the whore house gates
Screaming, not a lot to say
mad they didn’t take Apple Pay
Found his way home
….Incredible Journey
I care about how you vote
skeletons don’t concern me
Exploit my sickness
like Bush wick Bill on the gurney
Weekend at Bernies
while you kneeling like some clergy
I knew cats who smoked hella dope
with Fergie
Now they low key famous
graphic artists at Hurley
Six degrees like brewing coffee
and some boiling water
Never got allowance
glad to be holding dollars
For those writing novels
I dog ear your transitions
Man with the Red Hand
but the other one is still missing
Hissing teapot talking noble
with no leaf rot
Ellipses, gonna drop this pause mix
in three dots
The standings different
if not for them three drops
T-la rock beatbox
gravy on yo cheap stocks
2x
I’m just glad that I’m a alive enough to write these words
The rats have left
that’s what the mice have heard
I might a lured you out ya Hearst
just like some Life Alert
It’s what we make
it ain’t Good Luck when something nice occurs
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Quintessential, Eddou XL, MPC3000
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Diamond Cut
03:11
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Putting out licks me and and my click
sipping that Archimedes
Might be a dick—
But I ain’t out here trying to coddle weenies
I heard your music
don’t know if you trying to rob or feed me
Electric Wizard——
In the camouflage and beanie
Don’t care if Rap or Rock
it gotta have a lot of DB’s
The Earth is round
your vision flatter than a modern tv
This here is sacred
but I don’t believe it all completely
I’m out here raising Hell
just hoping that God will leave me
I murder facists for practice
on a track that’s lavish
Or even better grimy loops
burying these fresh cadavers
Watch every facet
broken down to bone like pouring acid
Cuz every portrait classic
pounding flesh till pornographic
4x
Flexing like Sun Tzu
In the chanclas and orange jumpsuit
You looking run thru
while we looking like some Death becomes you
It's that diamond cut dialogue
denting all your helmets now
If I didn’t know better
it’s these letters that done held us down
Heads with crowns, stakes is high
gripping on my paycheck stub
Dystopian the future
and I wish I fucking made this up
Splitting the angles
just like Cannibal Corpse
I got a hustle and a grind
cuz they ain’t out handing awards
Planned a divorce
is what you did to escape
Put on a mask and split the take
after you slid to the safe
There’s no mistakes
placing these pieces in their final arc
Bleed out an alphabet
till fingers turn the vinyl dark
I fed the spark
with every everything inside my dying heart
But it got hungrier…
the minute that it had evolved
Guilty as fuck
like they ain’t nothing out here left to solve
Cuz Less Is More
the honest truths I’ll never list them all
Your lacking prospects
when it’s topics y’all can’t hit the ball
So fuck the mall …
we royalty like Prince to Paul
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Playing Friends
02:43
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Dos cheechees un mano
La verdad, un grano
La frege una vez
en un bano
No Eve in the Garden
with the dragonfruit combo
So I wrote that bitch a love song
Signed Tu Sancho
The bad combo
with the locker full of old tests
It’s a half ass job
if you ain’t sucking both breasts
No stress
Make her water break Moses
Thorns out my paw
like bullets outta old vests
Bleed promise with each finger taped homage
Catch the bullet in the sky
blood leaking down my armrest
Instead of slaying conquests
you remaining unconscious
While we zone above clouds
trying to see what time it is
And they gonna hate me
For the shit I have to say to them
I made amends
but I ain’t out here trying to stage events
Cuz in the end
it ain’t nobody out here playing friends
I made a fence
but I’m a break it if it’s making sense
If you say the name
you better spell it with a death stroke
Throw you in the cobra clutch
until your fucking neck grows
Don’t know how we got here
cuz I never take the best notes
All I ever wanted
was to text hoes and collect clothes
Ladies hella mad
because my castle is in escrow
Used to age the cheese
but now we like the queso fresco
Point of exclamation. What I’m making
Never stress those
Expos Guerrero jersey
wear it like a dress code
Dethro metal headed
Not that Shug travesty
Battling my ego
cuz I’m out here fighting gravity
Depravity unraveling
the fibers of my intel
Soups and cigarettes
my currency when I was in jail
And they gonna hate me
For the shit I have to say to them
I made amends
but I ain’t out here trying to stage events
Cuz in the end
it ain’t nobody out here playing friends
I made a fence
but I’m a break it if it’s making sense
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Q-
New Tesla off the lot
and it hums like an escort
Ten new apps on my phone
don’t know what they there for
Berries in the foyer
next to the chocolate fountain
Got two new Rotts
and they both got accountants
Spot in the Mountains
with the an elevator inside
Invites every night
that just cater to my “IN” life
“Bottom to the Top!!!”
is what the crew all follows
(Still ) Can’t figure out
How to turn off these VR Goggles
PG-
Dressed to a T, I'm just here to be seen
switch my hip hop up, now my pants fitted jeans
ego blown smithereens, there's a chance it's a scheme
claim to have bars, but can't spit it clean
and don't tell me, that I can't sell a dream
cuz I got a ghost writers, sellin stanzas to me
fronting thug shit, I got a hand in the streets
hip hop over here, like he a cancer to me
Q-
Don’t know what it is
but he knows what it means
Pristine..
how to all seemed once in his dreams
No dirt on his shoulders
but some hands you can’t clean
Never satisfied enough
Last drop out the Canteen
Hand speed was elite
the Left was a Scythe
But for the first time tonight
he was questioning Life
Cuz Karma’s a Bitch
and she dying to Fuck
Truth struck Tasting Bitter
like the Iron in his Blood
PG-
Been doing this shit, ask them fact chasers
ya Karen crew Rollin thru, in some black faces
she acts racist, bring her back to the basics
like her android phone, getting cracked out her cases
rare Karen form, share opinions on slaveships
Her acts tasteless, put her back on the pavement
its the real world now, she bound to be basic
but this lady don't get her, put her back in the matrix
Q-
I’m well known collector
of exquisite street art
The kind my Instagram algorithm
feeds charts
Here’s a slice of the pie
that I’m libel to buy
Its a slice of an eye
silkscreened on then Dried
Then decoupaged
on an image of a Cross
I also bought a Vase
made entirely of Sea Moss
I might’ve acquired 4
so I’m taking a loss
But I’m paid
I got 4 moonrocks from Mars
PG-
Big ideas, there's big plans to follow
this heres my last drink, then im a start tomorrow
big meeting in the works, it's like I hit the lotto
but stopped in my tracks, more like I hit a pothole
Odom in a brothel, you can't measure success
cuz I'm an open book, trapped in a treasure chest
tomorrow's a brighter day, step out of my hideaway
got drunk and drove, then the drink took my drive away
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Eddou XL Santa Cruz, California
Eddou XL is a beatmaker, producer, and longtime cratedigger based in California, where he lives with his wife and daughter. He continues to learn and grow as an artist while pushing the boundaries of his craft. In his work, the beatsmith synthesizes elements of '90s boombap, underground (backpack), lofi, and a touch of the LA beat scene into a style that is uniquely his own. ... more
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