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Week 15 Amsterdam Memoir
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Week 18 Frustration
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This is F R U S T R A T I O N
like you holding a nut and this slut bitch fakin like she don't take dick, fuck
Wanna run up in the post office and buck buck
fidduck waiting on these lines and I don't care if they rhyme neither
Homo rap divas get a head, they give head
like the church gives spoiled bread to niggas
or Smithers to Mr. Burns, word I yearn to keep it gutta
kicks smelling like churned butter from beating the pavement
Save your "Feliz Navidad" I remixed Kelis' joint
to let these broads know that I'm ballsy
So hold your nose and stay down there, these rounds fired at no particular target
new gear's a farce unless we coppin' from Target
and I'm in Merc's mom's crib rapping bout my dick, somehow that makes it better
This for my African cab drivers and Mexican battery saleswomen,
I'm tailspinning like Baloo, with no boohoos or caregivers
Word life, I'm kidnapping the next white toddler I see
cursing out his Caribbean nanny and slapping gay Dominican niggas named Manny, that's oxymoronic
like my first week of sobriety I'm sick without my chronic so there's no use in trying me
only slit wrists could retire me, so Càllate
or buy me an O'doul's or get these Jews to hire me
or wire me some Rubles
Hope that offends you more than billboards with white whores
and captions that read "I am African"
Lord please forgive em and forgive me, but I'm tired
of riding the pine while pumpin out rhymes at the speed that Johnny 5 reads
this part's easy, but we'll see how it goes
with you clicking download, while these niggas spitting Alpo
rap bitches brown nose, my eyes aint blue and my daughter's not Haley
I aint rhyming cute, see if these bitches is hearing me
This is F R U S T R A T I O N
on the cusp of making it, breaking the thumbs of Satan's grip
only to find ya shoelaces is
knotted together, but this is not Trip-Hop or whateva
new genre critics slipknot together
and try to choke it's life away
No tears, I've wiped away all fears, I'm wide awake
I'll sleep when I'm dead...
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Week 19 X-Mas Eve
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Cavwins.com The Lost Weeks
Week 19 X-Mas Eve
Verse 1
And on the third day I watched Horus, ascend into the orbit
The full moon before it was Ochun alluring, New Old Skool performing/ live on Christmas morning, making yule we poured our last brews to the flooring/
christened ourselves DMT initiates, time disappeared with no do re mi's for dissonance/ Swift had said one hit was insta-shrooms smitten/ our spirits left the room once bitten to find infinite/ With no time the view's different, saw G-d's hand cover my eyelids, He then whispered it/ "You've got to let go", the echo had rippled in my flesh headphones where my soul had fell prisoner/ Later on the roof, I lost words as I watched birds sync into a rhythm of one of G-d's sentences/ Could call this moment evidence but some my doubt me, but ask them who scripted this they fail to pronounce me/ So I'll be the one to tell you first, this not a verse this church you can attend in the hearts of grown men/ and when my song end I'll hold my note and let it linger/ on the back of the school bus they right my name with their fingers, where they blow on a cold window in December/ When my bones break apart, it takes a heart to re-member...
Chorus
A Christmas Eve like no other, me and my blood brothers thick as thieves, need no cover
Stick to the stars you'll discover, gettin' cheese, gettin' free
So it'll be my ni**a
(x2)
Verse 2
Flicker the light, leave the gifts under the tree of life/ plenty of fish in the sea called ichthus, show Chesed/
Blessings to all my real ni**as, who know the deal ni**as, those who say the rites right after they kill ni**as/
We invented the wheel ni**as but not shift rotation/
Chisel walls through the prison with toothpicks and stationary/ every place and every land I've been, see I'm every man/ but every man hates my skin, say I descend from Ham/ so they gaze and glaze me, around the table and praise me/ holding hands but on the train they afraid, say I'm Pan/ Handling these po-pos with bitch chromosomes/ don't ask for ID homo, If I'm the one bullets only approach me in slow mo/ I ain't playin' reading Noble Drew Ali on the G train/ training for COINTELPRO taking note of these thangs/ so we pray, making love for each day, cause shit ain't breezy
Chorus X2
Verse 3
Ni**as don't rap no more, they acting for Academy Awards knocking on master's door/ So don't ask me for no passive bars, I'll George Jackson before I Mike Jack in court/ Lock stock, smoking barrel, sagittarian arrow/ Black babies in the lab, they sample their bone marrow/ no more straight and narrow, beware I'll go warewolf/ I look up to Tookie before Robert DeNiro/ And this ain't pc maybe not for the PC/ P-O'd at all P.O.'s they envy my black pee pee/ Alabama black snake x-rayed in Tuskeegee/ my style to dusty ni**as want me to squeegee/ My rhyme to musty, husky, acid wash fit/ yal on Faggot Ave, too tight, all yal bitches/ this deeper than a "Stop Snitchin" Tee/ Ni**as need work and a clean shirt to eat/ If you don't believe, you don't got to take it from me, but it's not on TV how they're taking your street..
Chorus x2
Lyrics by Cavalier
SavCav Music
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WCAV Radio Announcements
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Week 25 Searchin'
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Cavalier - Week 26 "G . L . E . A . M ." feat. Faro Z
Verse 1 Cavalier
God Love Everything Around Me, GLEAM
Allah could touch the heart of a fiend and pump peace
set a pardon for lawless thieves, corrupt priests
just as long as he don't turn John on little Peters
Can see that your karma and your cash,
got you in the class with the leaders, those that succeeded the masters
have now amassed several lands in the region, but its a gas
see their maps don't show the path that my people chisled in sand
Some verses and a handful of believers won't make man
or a fan into Jesus, remember that
Word is bond from the Black Man they castrated his penis
so now my stance demands I handle my bizness
but not in vein from the pain from the trap they set intravenous
my DNA from a strand they can't remix, it got three bars like Adidas
frequency locked, might pop your speakers if you tweak on the Rock
they'll pop your speaker while he preach on the block
Or Huey P us, or Mumia your moves
Got your mood blue like a Kool Moe D view, but God Love Everything Around me
She do, the devil wears a veil; that's see through
It's like GLEAM, God Love Everything Around Me
true and living deities surround me
you can see me GLEAM
every time I step to the podium, suckas stay salty like sodium
cuz the way I GLEAM, females start to take notice
at which rap niggas be the dopest
and if you don't GLEAM
then there's something wrong with your style G
God Love, God Love Everything Around Me
Verse 2 Faro Z
When you see the light walk closer
the end is so near for this suicide culture
when I was young they said the world was my oyster
but when they pull the pearl out it's coming out a holster
But God love everybody except for who he supposed to
He only save enough niggas just to fill his quota
You tell me that we all God's children well save it
tell him that he late on his child support payments
<But God Love Everything around me> Yo flip it
Great legendary Elohim African mystics
the universe is mental if God exists I invented
original man original land I am descended
everything is connected the universe is dependent
everything is perfected the way that it was intended
cause light shine everywhere around bling
surrounded by kings county filled with G-O-Ds
peace to the older gods nahmean?
NRO, Cavski, Faro Z super-Heru emcees
It's like GLEAM, God Love Everything Around Me
true and living deities surround me
you can see me GLEAM
every time I step to the podium, suckas stay salty like sodium
cuz the way I GLEAM, females start to take notice
at which rap niggas be the dopest
and if you don't GLEAM
then there's something wrong with your style G
God Love, God Love Everything Around Me
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Verse 1
You know he rockin Lo when he come in through the door/
Gimme something to hold and the Chief gon' scroll up/
On his grind like Soca, flow go/ bon voyage no matter the time zona/ Bonafide I own a real oner, hunger still for a come up/ ill flows for summer, I'm still only runnin half speed/ Cavski the lab mad scientist, last of a breed thats dying/ but cast iron stiff-arm on a star they wish on/ but God gives vision through the Psalms/ so give alms to niggas and don't piss on those who got you richer/ just listen to your soul and it gon whisper/ this one for them niggas who got up on the mural of Ol' Dirty/ heres hoping you get fucked/ quit being a duck, cold turkey/ I slow cook it for duckets/ but I'm the hope for a hoop dreams of a sort, buckets/ cool kid of the bunch that fucked lady luck/ but a true king knows about the slums/ but makes his run to the chair, guns busts in the air uh/ continuously, til we "Get Money" yeah/ and much more, front door access/ one more big chance, "One More Chance" B.I.G./ guess you could say that your ghost was branded/ Little kids think Big Poppa is Fat Albert, albeit...
Politicians, get money
Most religions, get money
not many rappers, get money
These RAPerations, get money....
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Week 29 My Brown Sugar
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WCAV Radio Signing Off
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