Soliloquies

[Intro: Callon B]

Hey yo
I know I’m not supposed to be here right now
But I’ve certainly made myself at home We’re going to go straight into the verse
Check it

[Verse 1: Callon]

The who claim divinity’s name remains mystery
He who gain affinity share the same chemistry
God above everything real before anything
Love power make a way meditate radiate priority
Never stand by I stand with the minority
All seeing eye I I peep the sly sorcery
Diamond in the sky I keep my mind orbiting
It’s been a long time so I got to rhyme cordially
Yo environmental mastery soon as a mic’s passed to me
I respond naturally with abstract rhapsody
White people casually say he’s good actually
I dig his whole vibe but he acts to black for me
The hood used to laugh at me
Both scenes ain’t backing me all of its straight blasphemy
The local art scene never recognizes rapping
See me out in public like how’s your little rap thing
Play it in the bars and clubs in their cars and their trucks
Love the culture but don’t want to see us up
Rappers hate to see you win they get jealous and pretend
Because in the end you just competition yeah
They change up faster than trends in the rap game
Main stream lames keep saying that I act strange
Tryna break away from my fore fathers past hate
Heritage is stained great grand daddy had slaves

[Chorus 1: Callon B]

This calligraphy of hip hop antiquity
We Reclaim history of silhouette memories
B retain chivalry keep peace humility
This symphonized symmetry of sweet sweet soliloquiesSweet sweet soliloquies Sweet sweet sweet sweet Sweet soliloquies
Yo check it

[Verse 2: Callon B]

Yo these words that stay will vibe-rate your vertebrae
I don’t spit bars I eat emcees regurgitate
Honing my craft for over half of my life
Rappers delight it Just so happens I’m white
I studied rap since age 8 I faced harsh reality’s
The lack of commonalities because of my race
8 mile had taught me that I got to snap
In the face of diversity so bring the controversy
The radio station won’t play my jam so I’m jamming the airwaves
Time for some fair play dare says
Another rapper shooting me down
When the top 40 pop stars stealing the sound
Do the math every genre was inspired by blacks
And they threw them all together now we have rap
Yeah these media schemes eyes glued to the screen
Urban style and slang all on the TV
So miss me saying I’m appropriating
Wh When Hollywood jeopardized the arts for entertainment
I ain’t got to come from the hood to know it’s fucked up
War in the streets you naive about what’s what
Never on the block just been around it enough
To know closet racism When I see some
So how many venue owners will drop the N bomb
Then turn around and ask me to play hip hop
Naw ha I think your privilege got you tripping
Bet we don’t conduct business that ain’t how I’m representing American whites all raised to be oblivious
Systemic racism stay continuous
Who wrote the code to the program projects
A process of sub conscious brain washing
I broke the hypnosis psyched the psychosis
I’m loaded I progressed their prognosis
Word is bond this the realist word spoken
Yeah word is bond this that realist word spoken
Said word is bond this that realist word spoken
Yeah word is bond this that realist word spoken

[Chorus: Callon B]

This calligraphy of hip hop antiquity
We Reclaim history of silhouette memories
B retain chivalry keep peace humility
This symphonized symmetry of sweet sweet soliloquies