RVAlien EP (robalu x styn), by Robalu

RVAlien EP (robalu x styn)

by Robalu

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1.	JuniorMaFeeHigh (prod. styn) 02:51	lyrics	buy track
[hook] get money get money get money get money get money, yeh [prelude] hazy stream of a cloud jay-z reasonable doubt maybe treasonable clout hey we seem to work out lady seem to know now baby screaming aloud lady pink apple mouth crazy dream i pull out [verse 1] time is money so we split the time quarter waters, JC Penny bags, nicks & dime piece ain’t peace when you, can’t afford to spit a rhyme cuz gas just hit the sky, and mama need your whip to drive your pops is sick and high, you wish you could spit the rhyme to nip the fines, but money never hear the line, it’s designed to rip your spine, the junkies never sniff your line, its a crime, NO its the times. who censoring the picket signs? what sense is it to script a lie? when your only, pen drops, where the, truth don’t even get to rhyme when you lonely, pins drop, hear the, blues go eat your friends alive when your heroes, get shot, buried, you don’t even get to cry when your hero’s, Gil Scott, Heron, you don’t even get to fly [hook x2] get money get money get money get money get money, yeh [bridge] i’m broke, but i’m not broken i are cade, so i got tokens ball point game, writing up poems could be out tokin instead i’m outspoken ayo blk! we didn’t die & its sign ayo blk! we getting high & it’s supply is sublime, is divine diving in the big divide frankenstein was a metaphor for nghs dying, it’s alive! [verse 2] hood rich hood chick made a hood flick so the hood flip gymnastics, should flip should stick should win them nasty crooks n hookers hooking they blasting i should live, 50 booking could kick & i could spit & i could quit cookin would slip & i would trip but my hood slick wood drip these woofers woofin & i would spend but my wallet full of all this lint so i rob em for they common cents [hook x2] get money get money get money get money get money, yeh
2.	WoeChewStay (prod. styn x fona) 01:50	lyrics	buy track
[hook] yousa lame, won’t you stay? yousa lame, won’t you stay yousa lame, won’t you stay, yousa lame, won’t you stay welcome to rap game, won’t you stay yousa lame, won’t you stay, yousa lame, won’t you stay yousa lame, won’t you stay, yousa lame, won’t you stay welcome to rap game, won’t you stay? [verse 1] i’m wildin’ like a pilot in a dummy jet look behind my ears, press the button where the dumb eject look behind your fears, rabbit’s foot around my bunny neck lucky honey in the back, crunches til her tummy flat, she coming back i’m her gym day membership steady banging like a djembe dealership oochie wallie, you Nas or nah? Nah i’m just starting off, but that’s what rapper’s talk about [hook] yousa lame, won’t you stay, yousa lame, won’t you stay yousa lame, won’t you stay, yousa lame, won’t you stay welcome to rap game, won’t you stay yousa lame, won’t you stay, yousa lame, won’t you stay yousa lame, won’t you stay, yousa lame, won’t you stay welcome to rap game, won’t you stay [verse 2] i’m just starting off, what rapper’s talk about? never “she slapped me in the face, now she walking out” with unk, three stacks and jim jones you at open mics, but if you ain’t sad, forget poems write a novel ‘bout a model who ain’t give you no play drive a Honda to the publisher, hey you know Zane? dotted lines already cuttin ya, look, you no paid but alla Oprah fans lovin ya, book of the day
3.	OpalescentOpus (prod. styn) 02:53	lyrics	buy track
[hook] Yesterday was November 4th I slept the whole day, damn, I forgot vote ripped off my sheets, to undermine the smoke and see the Vendetta V is how you write a, 5 in Rome man, man, Remember ‘member the fall could be the fate of A-merica, Erykah write a song them testaments turn laws of devilish false gods replenish the lost hearts, i wanna make ‘em love [verse 1] Once upon a time our chains started breaking Then once upon a time, cocaine met Ron Regan So I flew Black Unicorn in name of Audre then I withdrew all green from the pay-tree-archy then I just grew, spit flames at its gasoline vines dying to set the roots, the roots, the roots on fire In the name of alliance...senseless foes sell a nice game but they lying i ain't buying I'm slyer than, icarus on a stealth mission to stab poseidon with his trident til silence I mix the logical rhythms with mythological figures not the narrow minded conventions of misguided religions divine rhyme intervention inhibits suspicion from inflicting sublime intuition, look inside & just listen to envision the wildest inventions this side of the Missis- sip on the finest elixir & write a timeless description [verse 2] Cursive on notecards, banana on the table Facing Facebook, my answer for the fables Write a new poem, post it, get all the likes Paint black portraits, post em, stir up the whites Mix a-crylic pigments, with complementary color Mix up crooked pigs with, people picketing struggle You get a bubble, in the guts of a, confederate city I write for the “others” & the letters ain’t pretty I talk ugly, with a Yukmouth, keep it Godzilla Got a Mil walking, my Bucks out, players know I’m Kidd ‘n I shoot a Jay with the Sun, flew to AZ blew jays with Cardinals, read the rum Now I’m twisted, metal, wrecking, the Playstation Ice cream trucks on fire, the irony stay blatant Reminiscing on my past, Remy glisten in the glass Wit Hendrix in the Future, penning penultimate raps A Rugrat packing playpens, til adults is in wraps I amaze scholars, knowledgeable martyrs resurrect Tutankhamun coming back, put a comma on the back Of a slave driver, scribers jot a novel of my wrath Mary J & Ms. Minaj steady praising Golden Calves Summon Moses for his staff, BLAM! Froze em with a blast No More Drama from a lash, Anacondas turn to asp Brimstoning blocks to black, write a opus with the ash
4.	Calm&Cool (prod. styn) 02:42	lyrics	buy track
[verse 1] Sonic Blast. The comet cools I emerge rhyming like Dr. Seuss posing on posers for folding up posters of upholstered UFOs, human glows, I swerve over to park it soon I'm on campus giving dap to my artist crew Rapper you just a, court jester; it's comical Roba-lū fresher. Don't test what karma do armor to prevent the open chest of Amadou offer true blessings, 2 lessons, 'tendre school off of 2 'cedrins, noose lynchings, Doctor Who? Drugs in a pinstriped bottle, call it a Pharmasuit Love of my life is Badu, a comment: Common sues Robalū could be robbing fools But y’all confused: I'm just rhyming jewels I'm the dude; I'm in telly Room 502 Call your boo Kelly, I'm Nelly sweaty E.I. ensues [hook x2] I’m calm & cool, with the kinda crew whose common goal is to spit the hottest fumes They got chronic rolled, speaking astrological Stories I chronical sicker than the common cold [verse 2] Sun is prodigal, in the sky but I'm not a gull I'm gudda gully as the Gullah Gullah Island frog or was it polliwog? Styling with the fliest doves crying purple rain on my purple flaves & Nauticas turnt up the notch, stomach in knots, nautical upchucking scotch... darker than botched particles or polished shoes, tapping for the masters is honest doom my people, wipe the mask off, you not a coon Cash rules every 40 acre, and you not a mule Not slaving, but I’m, saving, up to buy the moon beam brighter, all my poems got, diamond Hughes Bling Sire, cuz I hold sun; blinding ooooo! blinding YOU! Beat Beats, till my kids is in shiny coupes Ay, I got 99 Problems B, minus you. Me stressin? Please, have a weed session; find ya truth [hook x2] I’m calm & cool, with the kinda crew whose common goal is to spit the hottest fumes They got chronic rolled, speaking astrological Stories I chronical sicker than, the common cold
5.	ReducedLunch (prod. styn) 01:34	lyrics	buy track
[verse 1] kane is raw, that type 2 blazer on, bow tie too fire tongue that thai food light it up like raiCHU rappers tyson they bite chu jabbing mic son i right hook clanking dices like ice, cool now that i got that out the way i’m on my MLK mountaintop sniper come out to play pay day for the bad guys, may day for the black child murdered so the nation split black & white like magpie but don’t forget the blues on the wings as metaphor for any artist flying on his pains Lamar wrote bars for Keisha dying in a cage Angelosing all my girls voices, Maya gonna sing from the grave, we rise up like Cornel West hairs after diatribing with Dyson ‘Bama changed up now The Hope Well dried up the Freedom Writers ride up with Raycizm tied up the vinyl of Nina singing... “Blood on the Pet-als” cracked a cracker hung a wooden ngh like Gepetto didn’t know the poet had the burner, burned em a bigot know the Truth like Sojourner, learned em dissect my raps like owl pellets, presidential elect my ass & I’ll tell it, not a snitch tho running up in yo temple popping off like pimples gone off bacardi gold my piss the color of pencils

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@stynbeats & @robalugibsun collab. 2015.

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released February 5, 2015

words - soundcloud.com/robalu-gibsun
beats - soundcloud.com/stijn-schrijber
mixing - soundcloud.com/me_duce

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