04 - Kill Joy
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๐ Lyrics
What happened to my neighborhood?
We went from pit bulls to poodles
Ma and pop entrepreneurs
To Rahm's cottage
For the rich and ruthless
Aldermans in cahoots with
Run the Jewels
My town's already been looted
By real estate rulers
My fam can barely keep our cooler
Our casa, our crib, and our culture's honor
My joy ain't from karma
But my ave went from Cuban
To who's this Chi Native
Chilling on my two steps
Don't be foolish
I'ma kill joy
Like Kill Bill
When I kill Bill
With ill will
Inner feels
Like Achilles heal
But still real
I still feel
Forgive me for my billboard
I'm bitter when I'm cynical
My bullets fly in syllables
Injust are my many foes
But Sin like this windmill
Revolving in us parallel
Inside we Saigon
So outside we weaponized
Divided are we televised
Improvise
Let's culture cook
Let's have a meal
Maybe learn a little
Complaining got me colder
Bitterness taken over
What happened to the art scene?
Real music and digression
The culture went from hand-me-downs
To divas up on Fallon
To impress the fickle masses
Peace to real people doing passion
For the people with a passion
The Most High and people
My passion everlasting
Internet a two faced
A muse and a casket
Plastic is the average
Of these vibe rabid rappers
Your prophets ain't my prophets
Got popped on my path to Damascus
Let's talk ballads
Both candidates was dancing
Holding hands with evil talons
Pay Caesar what he seizes
Pay God with what you breathing
Don't put man's flags on Ephesians
Or Benjamins on steeples
Jesus is the reason
That you genius, genius
And Jesus my allegiance
But pardon for my Chicago brash
I know my teachers
The Scriptures, the Street
And many interceders
Complaining got me colder
Bitterness taking over
But Christ took my lashes though
Why be bitter on Twitter?
I got Sabbath full
Feeling savage
But I rest for the pursuit of chasing chalices
So is my malice
Like a lattice or a grave
My bitterness deliverance or a slave
Why be hot, I got a chaplain for my soul
The ugly man you hate
Make you ugly more
Truth and grace
Fluctuate in between our dear lords
But who needs grace more?
My enemies or me, whom grace called?
While still an enemy of God?
Or those who fall, and God still has yet to call?
Blah
We went from pit bulls to poodles
Ma and pop entrepreneurs
To Rahm's cottage
For the rich and ruthless
Aldermans in cahoots with
Run the Jewels
My town's already been looted
By real estate rulers
My fam can barely keep our cooler
Our casa, our crib, and our culture's honor
My joy ain't from karma
But my ave went from Cuban
To who's this Chi Native
Chilling on my two steps
Don't be foolish
I'ma kill joy
Like Kill Bill
When I kill Bill
With ill will
Inner feels
Like Achilles heal
But still real
I still feel
Forgive me for my billboard
I'm bitter when I'm cynical
My bullets fly in syllables
Injust are my many foes
But Sin like this windmill
Revolving in us parallel
Inside we Saigon
So outside we weaponized
Divided are we televised
Improvise
Let's culture cook
Let's have a meal
Maybe learn a little
Complaining got me colder
Bitterness taken over
What happened to the art scene?
Real music and digression
The culture went from hand-me-downs
To divas up on Fallon
To impress the fickle masses
Peace to real people doing passion
For the people with a passion
The Most High and people
My passion everlasting
Internet a two faced
A muse and a casket
Plastic is the average
Of these vibe rabid rappers
Your prophets ain't my prophets
Got popped on my path to Damascus
Let's talk ballads
Both candidates was dancing
Holding hands with evil talons
Pay Caesar what he seizes
Pay God with what you breathing
Don't put man's flags on Ephesians
Or Benjamins on steeples
Jesus is the reason
That you genius, genius
And Jesus my allegiance
But pardon for my Chicago brash
I know my teachers
The Scriptures, the Street
And many interceders
Complaining got me colder
Bitterness taking over
But Christ took my lashes though
Why be bitter on Twitter?
I got Sabbath full
Feeling savage
But I rest for the pursuit of chasing chalices
So is my malice
Like a lattice or a grave
My bitterness deliverance or a slave
Why be hot, I got a chaplain for my soul
The ugly man you hate
Make you ugly more
Truth and grace
Fluctuate in between our dear lords
But who needs grace more?
My enemies or me, whom grace called?
While still an enemy of God?
Or those who fall, and God still has yet to call?
Blah
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.66] What happened to my neighborhood?
[00:12.36] We went from pit bulls to poodles
[00:14.05] Ma and pop entrepreneurs
[00:15.41] To Rahm's cottage
[00:16.27] For the rich and ruthless
[00:18.52] Aldermans in cahoots with
[00:19.29] Run the Jewels
[00:20.53] My town's already been looted
[00:22.42] By real estate rulers
[00:23.97] My fam can barely keep our cooler
[00:25.89] Our casa, our crib, and our culture's honor
[00:28.50] My joy ain't from karma
[00:29.81] But my ave went from Cuban
[00:31.32] To who's this Chi Native
[00:33.12] Chilling on my two steps
[00:35.00] Don't be foolish
[00:35.89] I'ma kill joy
[00:36.66] Like Kill Bill
[00:37.46] When I kill Bill
[00:38.14] With ill will
[00:39.01] Inner feels
[00:39.48] Like Achilles heal
[00:40.51] But still real
[00:41.22] I still feel
[00:41.94] Forgive me for my billboard
[00:43.54] I'm bitter when I'm cynical
[00:44.91] My bullets fly in syllables
[00:46.55] Injust are my many foes
[00:47.98] But Sin like this windmill
[00:49.53] Revolving in us parallel
[00:51.26] Inside we Saigon
[00:52.45] So outside we weaponized
[00:54.09] Divided are we televised
[00:55.62] Improvise
[00:56.26] Let's culture cook
[00:57.07] Let's have a meal
[00:57.75] Maybe learn a little
[01:01.56] Complaining got me colder
[01:05.81] Bitterness taken over
[01:10.57] What happened to the art scene?
[01:12.54] Real music and digression
[01:14.20] The culture went from hand-me-downs
[01:15.77] To divas up on Fallon
[01:17.15] To impress the fickle masses
[01:18.92] Peace to real people doing passion
[01:20.70] For the people with a passion
[01:22.55] The Most High and people
[01:23.71] My passion everlasting
[01:25.67] Internet a two faced
[01:27.01] A muse and a casket
[01:28.66] Plastic is the average
[01:29.88] Of these vibe rabid rappers
[01:31.59] Your prophets ain't my prophets
[01:32.77] Got popped on my path to Damascus
[01:35.70] Let's talk ballads
[01:37.33] Both candidates was dancing
[01:38.71] Holding hands with evil talons
[01:40.21] Pay Caesar what he seizes
[01:41.88] Pay God with what you breathing
[01:43.20] Don't put man's flags on Ephesians
[01:45.65] Or Benjamins on steeples
[01:47.45] Jesus is the reason
[01:48.55] That you genius, genius
[01:50.25] And Jesus my allegiance
[01:51.78] But pardon for my Chicago brash
[01:53.62] I know my teachers
[01:54.72] The Scriptures, the Street
[01:56.23] And many interceders
[02:01.48] Complaining got me colder
[02:06.13] Bitterness taking over
[02:10.40] But Christ took my lashes though
[02:12.43] Why be bitter on Twitter?
[02:13.94] I got Sabbath full
[02:15.58] Feeling savage
[02:16.37] But I rest for the pursuit of chasing chalices
[02:18.75] So is my malice
[02:20.19] Like a lattice or a grave
[02:21.73] My bitterness deliverance or a slave
[02:23.97] Why be hot, I got a chaplain for my soul
[02:26.26] The ugly man you hate
[02:27.46] Make you ugly more
[02:28.73] Truth and grace
[02:29.45] Fluctuate in between our dear lords
[02:31.84] But who needs grace more?
[02:33.70] My enemies or me, whom grace called?
[02:36.06] While still an enemy of God?
[02:37.88] Or those who fall, and God still has yet to call?
[02:40.61] Blah
[02:40.99]
[00:12.36] We went from pit bulls to poodles
[00:14.05] Ma and pop entrepreneurs
[00:15.41] To Rahm's cottage
[00:16.27] For the rich and ruthless
[00:18.52] Aldermans in cahoots with
[00:19.29] Run the Jewels
[00:20.53] My town's already been looted
[00:22.42] By real estate rulers
[00:23.97] My fam can barely keep our cooler
[00:25.89] Our casa, our crib, and our culture's honor
[00:28.50] My joy ain't from karma
[00:29.81] But my ave went from Cuban
[00:31.32] To who's this Chi Native
[00:33.12] Chilling on my two steps
[00:35.00] Don't be foolish
[00:35.89] I'ma kill joy
[00:36.66] Like Kill Bill
[00:37.46] When I kill Bill
[00:38.14] With ill will
[00:39.01] Inner feels
[00:39.48] Like Achilles heal
[00:40.51] But still real
[00:41.22] I still feel
[00:41.94] Forgive me for my billboard
[00:43.54] I'm bitter when I'm cynical
[00:44.91] My bullets fly in syllables
[00:46.55] Injust are my many foes
[00:47.98] But Sin like this windmill
[00:49.53] Revolving in us parallel
[00:51.26] Inside we Saigon
[00:52.45] So outside we weaponized
[00:54.09] Divided are we televised
[00:55.62] Improvise
[00:56.26] Let's culture cook
[00:57.07] Let's have a meal
[00:57.75] Maybe learn a little
[01:01.56] Complaining got me colder
[01:05.81] Bitterness taken over
[01:10.57] What happened to the art scene?
[01:12.54] Real music and digression
[01:14.20] The culture went from hand-me-downs
[01:15.77] To divas up on Fallon
[01:17.15] To impress the fickle masses
[01:18.92] Peace to real people doing passion
[01:20.70] For the people with a passion
[01:22.55] The Most High and people
[01:23.71] My passion everlasting
[01:25.67] Internet a two faced
[01:27.01] A muse and a casket
[01:28.66] Plastic is the average
[01:29.88] Of these vibe rabid rappers
[01:31.59] Your prophets ain't my prophets
[01:32.77] Got popped on my path to Damascus
[01:35.70] Let's talk ballads
[01:37.33] Both candidates was dancing
[01:38.71] Holding hands with evil talons
[01:40.21] Pay Caesar what he seizes
[01:41.88] Pay God with what you breathing
[01:43.20] Don't put man's flags on Ephesians
[01:45.65] Or Benjamins on steeples
[01:47.45] Jesus is the reason
[01:48.55] That you genius, genius
[01:50.25] And Jesus my allegiance
[01:51.78] But pardon for my Chicago brash
[01:53.62] I know my teachers
[01:54.72] The Scriptures, the Street
[01:56.23] And many interceders
[02:01.48] Complaining got me colder
[02:06.13] Bitterness taking over
[02:10.40] But Christ took my lashes though
[02:12.43] Why be bitter on Twitter?
[02:13.94] I got Sabbath full
[02:15.58] Feeling savage
[02:16.37] But I rest for the pursuit of chasing chalices
[02:18.75] So is my malice
[02:20.19] Like a lattice or a grave
[02:21.73] My bitterness deliverance or a slave
[02:23.97] Why be hot, I got a chaplain for my soul
[02:26.26] The ugly man you hate
[02:27.46] Make you ugly more
[02:28.73] Truth and grace
[02:29.45] Fluctuate in between our dear lords
[02:31.84] But who needs grace more?
[02:33.70] My enemies or me, whom grace called?
[02:36.06] While still an enemy of God?
[02:37.88] Or those who fall, and God still has yet to call?
[02:40.61] Blah
[02:40.99]