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Woke Up (Prod. Max Kane)
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I woke up, yawned and stretched - next to me
my little girls tossing and turning searching for her mothers breast to feed
I smile then, swipe her out of the bed
change her diaper get her dressed and fed
we in the living room bumping Special Ed
next its Illmatic - "Represent Represent"
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They Watch your boy Lord Top posted up on the block mayne
Razor on a glass coffee table - lets chop game
Were not the same, I stash cash in the box frame
And you’re a J cat who never ran when the cops came
these net-bangers really be about computer beef
That concepts hella new to me - like a losing streak
All up in the comments talking bout you gonna shoot at me?
Bitch if I saw on the street you wouldn’t shoot the breeze
Ease up kiddo, yall peanut brittle
Get stuck in ya teeth, all your buddies can get beat up with you
Hot rounds out the chrome chamber? Need us continue?
I’m right outside your door hanging like a Pizza Hut menu
Columbine sequel, geeks tucking the pistol
I read the writing on the wall like we in a punk venue
Ricochet from a slug can leave pieces stuck in you
but one punch’ll make ya feel like a diesel truck hit you
I feel them watching from a distance its surreal
Living in this strange world of voyuers and exhibitionists
The lonely, desperate, insecure and ignorant
trolling on an infinite fishing trip for significance
none of thy citizens shall cry innocence,
we give them permission to amplify our differences
through algorithmic echo chambers, turned up in the mix
where cynical businesses lift our digital fingerprints
They watch me, because I’ve always been a wild card
They watch me from ghost accounts hating on my style dog
They watch me, and I feel like a rock star
But I don't Rock the Vote - I throw bottles at cop cars
They watch me, and its got me feeling paranoid
They watch me, with phones out always ready to press record
They watch me, with a camera on every corner store
Constantly collecting ammunition for the culture war
What this ain’t a war?
"Alexa set my timer for 1984"
What you think they want your information for anyway?
we're just food in the belly of the surveillance state
everyday they innovate ways to infiltrate
a tap for every cellphone, GPS Track and trace
Facial recognition software able to integrate
Information provided by a national database
The worlds a stage set by the Devil's henchman
and everybody wants to be the center of attention
blatant displays of artificial introspection
Are transparent facsimiles of honest intentions
Never called into question by white knights
And platforms that ignored the rise of the far right
they filmed themselves committing federal crimes for likes
Fucked around and got themselves federal time for life
We protest against actual killers
They take flicks at the capitol with fascist militias
Meanwhile our kids dream of getting plastic surgery
To look like the person they see in a snap chat filter
I stand for my beliefs and I do not bend
And its all eyes on me - word to Tupac when
you see Hip hop thru the lens of these Tic Toc trends
I must be the musical equivalent of Hitchcock then
They watch me, because I’ve always been a wild card
They watch me from ghost accounts hating on my style dog
They watch me, and I feel like a rock star
But I don't Rock the Vote - I throw bottles at cop cars
They watch me, and its got me feeling paranoid
They watch me, with phones out always ready to press record
They watch me, with a camera on every corner store
Constantly collecting ammunition for the culture war
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Gross (Prod. Max Kane)
03:39
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Its your boy Lord Top from the bay player
living down South where the good ol boys call me a race traitor
Hit the parking lot throw a haymaker
Keep a knot in my sock and a strait razor
Trying to make paper like a day trader
Nay-sayers come up a dollar short and a day later
You know the way that it goes
My mouthpiece is disgusting – I negotiate gross
David Koresh cult leader pimp game in the flesh
I'm angle dust in the lungs of the Angel of Death
Brain wet, can’t stand under the weight of the stress
That would cave in your chest like a can of Safeway Select
Bay area Ex Pat, in an SF hat
I’ve been fly for so long my past tense is jet lag
Rap trends and set backs are temporary
Lycanthrope life coach - my whole pack is legendary
Born loser but I’m still a winner, making money
your lady hates to love me cause I’m a guilty pleasure
Desperate times call for desperate measures
When it comes to my paper read all about it relly - I’m extra extra
Butter leather seats, big body grill and a grip of
Rustoleum fingerprints on the steering wheel
Whats really real? Why you all up in your feely feels?
I was sealing deals when you were still riding Heely wheels
Negotiate with no chill at the table tho
Static out the gate like an HBO cable show
Stringer from the Wire meets Tyrian from Game of Thrones
Out to get the paper like Tony in his favorite robe
I’m an intelligent thug with no shame
Cocaine is a helluva drug
88.1 gigawatts for a tech geek
my hands a time machine - smack a trick into next week
Its your boy Lord Top from the bay player
living down South where the good ol boys call me a race traitor
Hit the parking lot throw a haymaker
Keep a knot in my sock and a strait razor
Trying to make paper like a day trader
Nay-sayers come up a dollar short and a day later
You know the way that it goes
My mouthpiece is disgusting – I negotiate gross
Whose the wittiest schooling these city kids
Out here trying to find some beauty within the hideous
Where we live the vibe is insidious
we flip money and stay on point like the eye of the pyramid
Times are serious so try and be curious
Because life is mysterious and we learn by experience
In the face of hostility, approach with
cautious humility and be open to possibilities
learn from history or be doomed to repeat
The patterns where consumer is consumed by the beast
The truth we speak to power is in tune with the streets
larger than the disconnect between youth and police
wolves in sheep clothing scheme and plot, opposing freedom
while these demons watch people caught in self-defeatist thought
I speak to god working deals on a pizza box
trying to find some type of balance like an equinox
Its your boy Lord Top from the bay player
living down South where the good ol boys call me a race traitor
Hit the parking lot throw a haymaker
Keep a knot in my sock and a strait razor
Trying to make paper like a day trader
Nay-sayers come up a dollar short and a day later
You know the way that it goes
My mouthpiece is disgusting – I negotiate gross
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Game colder than the wind that blows through Debose tunnels
RBL meets "It Ain't Hard to Tell", Cold World Hustlers meet Joe Strummer
Punk Rock Rap like the Cold Crush
Sniff blow and smoke dust in the home of the gold rush
I’m focused – on the roof top painting my throw up
Razor wire grazed the edge of my palm – I barely noticed
Ogre blood slowly run down my fingertips
mixing with the Whiskey in my soda cup,
idiot savant posted up In the Frisco cuts where homeless drunks are bold as fuck
Sometimes I want to burn this city down
But it always had my back so we work it out like a shoulder rub
and suckers follow every word but play the background like some overdubs
show me love – the turf is my club med
been deep into dirt and crawled out – yeah I’m undead
An SF legend from the Point to the Sunset
And yall about a real as an internet gun threat
Yall rap bout bloodshed - I mastered the subjects
Of love, death, drugs, sex, failure and success
Study the subtext, subtleties unsaid
I've experienced some things these fake thugs haven’t done yet
nuff said, Still down to ride like a roughneck
Rounds I buy got a crown on the side like Jughead
Your boy Top is raw uncut in the flesh
Best believe you a cop in the future like Judge Dredd
The yards chill, workers on they downtime
Light aqua fill with the burgundy outline
Not to be outshined, obese and my feet hurt
Still smack a hype beast right out his Supreme shirt
Team work means putting your team first
in jelously and greed is where your weaknesses lurk
my intellect defines a higher thought with each verse
Sit and reflect on these lines that I drop like Dreamworks
Yo I’m animated, liver stays contaminated
known to come off the top like a cancer patient
Watching the hands on the clock feeling antiquated
music that bangs on the block but it ain’t gang related
I was a dumb ass teen,
climbing razor wire fences, getting blood on my jeans
Hanging off freeway overpasses trying to stunt on the scene
now I’m an old man hanging onto those young mans dreams
color scheme reflects off the condensation on the refer cars
Jump the knuckle, climb the high line into the evening fog
hard to believe in God deep inside of the demon's maw
so I said a a little prayer while I was leaving the yard
it goes...
Please dear Lord forgive me for my sins
Protect me and my friends from the evils of men
Because every day we wrestle with the demons within and
I'm afraid I might not ever see them again
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The cult leader is back, bear witness to thy ministry
The picture of divinity without biblical imagery
A mastermind, Dr Frankenstein, electricity
Dances up your spine and brings life to the party instantly
I raise spirits like a toast to victory
Write a verse that disses you then disses me, symmetry
Look in my eyes, find the deepest reaches of infinity
Left hand comes out of nowhere to wake you up like an epiphany
Demons in my history, ghosts in my past
That visit me sound broken when their mouths open and laugh
Peter Vacmen with a proton pack that I activate
Every time the astral plane trys to remind me of my past mistakes
this is a smack in the face
From an era where classic breaks came from actual crates
But youth culture keeps evolving at a staggering pace
So who are we to try to define the genres natural state
That’s why I hate all that back in the day shit
our time is gone but we're still holding on like an abboration
So is it a figment of my imagination
If my lips keep moving after my decapitation?
rather fade away slowly like old graffiti
Rappers know I’m in the spirit world now so they can’t see me
It ain’t easy to admit, almost impossible to fathom
A lost soul balling out of control like Phantasm
Am I a ghost? Because my continence is haunted
San Fran psychotic, thought process demonic
nobody feels me but I still push product
getting bent with the skeletons in my closet
I’m a ghost
My spirite exists lost in the ether
And echoes on like reverb thru the monitor speakers
slap the grim reaper and laugh like the Crypt Keeper
I’m not even a beast - I’m a mythological creature
Off a fifth of tequila – taking shots to the head, like
Rick waking up from the hospital bed in the Walking Dead
And the zombie apocalypse is intensifying
I'm out of this world when I raise hell like Event Horizon
Jack in the Shining, come on and Gurp with me
bartender serving drinks encouraging a murder spree
My whole life I felt like some type of circus freak
Eternally stalking the earth looking for he perfect beat
I haunt the rap game like a wraith
So I came back with Max Kane to bring that bass to your face
Listen - I call your girl Fearless Vampire Killer
Cause when it comes to Bad Brains she really raises the stakes
So precise, the vapor trace that remains is cold as ice
rappers call me Casper - yeah my flow is nice, microphone
device poltergeist, out here trying to function
Captain of a ship of fools, mythical flying Dutchmen
Lost at sea, its psychologically intense got me feeling
Like Dr. Malcolm Crowe from the 6th Sense
Your favorite rapper's ghost writer's ghost writer
Off the top of the head I'm so fire like Ghost Rider
Am I a ghost? Because my continence is haunted
San Fran psychotic, thought process demonic
nobody feels me but I still push product
getting bent with the skeletons in my closet
I’m a ghost
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TOPR Asheville, North Carolina
TOPR - aka Top Ramen or Topr Holiday - is a rapper and graffiti artist from San Francisco, CA who has been a larger than life character in the bay area underground music scene since the early 90s. Known for his legendary freestyle ability and party animal persona, TOPR writes songs that are equal parts humorous braggadocio and heartfelt musings about the fragile absurdity of the human condition. ... more
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