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SZN 1 (RMX) [feat. Kony Brooks & Derek Aurelius]

from The Singles by July Quin

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It's pressure on your neck this season
So leave your money on the table and collect this beating
I throw your ass for a loop
Like uroboros
I move chalk like a black board
The coke chorus
Soprano
Piano
Provocateur
I mob forward
Get knocked for it
I play keys
And got the locks for em
It's an art form
To be this blessed by the lords force
And still do the devil's chores
I catch the air jordan in
Any sport
Any sanatorium
Or morgue
Can't hold the boy
This is hot this celluloid
Verbal castor oil
Ain't it joyous
When the soil see
The seed spoiled
I weep for it
For the growth it achieved
The weeds royal
Address me as your highness
When you emcees speak
Send your CC's to
Julyquinmp3.com
The bomb content you find
Is all mine
And produced out my wicked mind
So stop by

You staring at me like you move something
Ya crew bugging mean muggin like y'all really bout to do something
I think I'm really going through something
I hit July like I think it's time to chew something
Infinity wars expose the soul
When I get in these modes I step in the booth and expose the globe you see me I'm about to explode
Bitch I'm the goat how many times have we been down this road Before
I'm the captain you the crew so stay in yo lane and row the boat
And don't take me for granted when I'm gone
Cuz I'm the standard the greatest and they just don't understand it
Feeling like I'm Kanye west
The way the world was in my grasp then they abandoned
My brag different paper or plastic bitch my bag different
Talent and gifted murder capital for life there ain't no ave switchin
I'm stone cold and ain't no ass kissing
That black mask gone leave your body in a cast or yo ass twitchin

Yo it's the wave off of Cali
Jonesin off the Dowey
Ya boys a cool cat, the name's Tom O' Malley
I'm eating Muushuu with my smooth boo at Ollies
My games Dave Bust, and it ever lasts like Bowie
I told you it's the season fin-al
LED lights bring the SNL in house
We got Sobieski and a liter of the Crist-Owl
Running over water like the Panama Canal
I'm on Pop Smoke and the two thou
It's a new route, spring time with the coup out
Master blastin and it's too loud
Summer shootout
Who got the Wu out?
Flaming touch like a luau
And we buss it like a whoo-ha, oh-ahh
Singing ooh-la la-lah
Saying who hard, you not
Claiming U-God, GZA
Play the boondocks, we out
Let the crew rock we down
Really who stop us now, homie you not
In the boom box RZA
Who the Puba, me sir
I can do that you can't
I can be what you not
Cause I am what you want

What, so synchronize your clocks till, whatever
There's no dodge I'm non the wiser
From notoriety, nodding at the wheel
Yet my drive still spill mileage
I made it this far and regardless
Of weather they comply with the logic
The odds been stacked up against me this long
So I'ma ride till the death come find me
The pale white horse runs on arrival
I swan dive or suicide up on my block
What I mean is if I tried and tried
And I'm ready to die for my beliefs
So ready or not
Here I come
You can't hide
I'm gonna find you, ooh
Don't get it misconstrued thru my mystic views
From all my lullabies I sung
Bout darks nights, I swung at the summon of the sun
Kept running from everyone but myself
Felt artificial to my scar tissue
Can anybody love me or my issues
When I'm not at my best?
It's all conditional, but never the less
Under duress I stay blessing it
Even if I question it
Armed with the heart of a lion
Though my looks not that of a giant
My strength that of goliath
And the bottom line is that's my auto pilot
I let the church out when the verse out and holla back preach
Can I teach myself to find peace
And release from the people that don't serve me well
Of all things
When my sweet swing low will my chariot bring home
The narrative of a king in country of all thieves
Or am I argent
I toss back and forth between course
To the point that I ain't even too sure
I need more

credits

from The Singles, track released January 20, 2021
Written by J. Quinones (July Quin), A. Brooks (Kony Brooks), V. Ephraim (Derek Aurelius)
Produced by July Quin
Engineered by J. Quinones & A. Brooks
Mixing & Mastering by J. Quinones

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July Quin New York, New York

A self-taught Bronx boy who produces, mixes, masters, writes & records his own music from his home studio. The composer of these Kaleidoscope Compositions.

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