Armond WakeUp
Armond WakeUp
Armond WakeUp & Kambino
Armond WakeUp & Taelor Gray
Armond WakeUp & J-kwe$t & Jered Sanders
Armond WakeUp
Armond WakeUp & Jonathan Baker
Armond WakeUp & Bink! & Priest (hiphop)
Armond WakeUp & Jonathan Baker
Jered Sanders
New age rappers be like
"No comparin' me to 'dem old rappers."
This a new landscape, forget them old chapters
Trynna get us some cake, and then the old chaplins of Hip-Hop trynna pray the guys get closed caskets, real
And they careers get a whole asterix
So tragic, no bars, the prose average
Then again, they ain't trying to kill folks
Just want the paper, cut some records but still though
What the heck is we lookin' for?
Can't a young man get money anymore?
Let they pants sag down to the floor
Really do it matter as long as they score?
Display tha' art
If you ain't trynna post out back, like Rosa Parks, better go hard
But just stop living with no regard
'Cause double minds don't get washed, like Noah's Arc, amen
J. Kwest
It feel like they trying to get rid of kwesting
Like I’m Yahoo mail, or the smoking section
Smokers listen mid session, Lemonade
Put emotions in they midsection
I’m chasing souls creep leave a message, beep
Instead of cursing these curses I’m inversing em
IN stead of talking hot, I’m IN block burning em
That mean I’m serving em, light-skin Don Cornelius
Trying to ball in a world full of Don Sterlings
The sound of the man working on the train right
The run here is Prefontaine-like
Jumping out the plane yelling Yo like I was Kappa
Ice cold like I was Alpha
Dogging beats, like Omega
Blue belt, Six Sigma kick bidness on the Sega
16-bits or bars, it’s rap or Oz
The Wiz is back it’s red, black, green and God
I mean it god, I’m seeing you moggs
I’m seeing you broads, you stay in Atlanta
You stay off my phone, all day I’m at home
Cause when it come midnight i’m marauding
Armond WakeUp
I'm on em
They all podcasting & blogging
They talking
Might as well put your mouth in a coffin
When y'all was snapping with Khaled looking for major keys
I was locked in, Willie Mays Hayes'ing these Major Leagues
Rather make believers than make believe
Its crazy how they make it seem dangerous to take a knee
These rappers playing games, using fake beef for promotion
& the fans got the nerve to say rapping for God is corny
My fear is
That we would put a seal on our ceilings
The worst place in the world to be is in your feelings
I get it, feelings are appealing, but they're stupid
Cuz feelings don't know your future
These CM Punk's get in the ring over their head
I don't care if you're prepared, your dreams can be a snare
Its like, what's the grind if you ain't called to it
My bars lucent, I'm God's student
You stalled, move it
I'm learning not to leave minutes wasted
Y'all got all that theology
But no power or demonstration