a blooming bloodfruit in a hoodie - Ambrose Akinmusire

A-yo son of the Aquarius

Scorpion water flow

This all infinite

Never mind, who cares

I’m getting all lit up in expensive whips

That a young player used to fucking dream about

Breathing in angels

Breathing the demons out

Even the feelings outs

Remember the struggles

And fucking learn from it

Or at the very least earn from it

Make it fucking work now

Gauges a cursed bone carriages

Encased in a worse know

Toxic ideologies

Vision of vaccine

A cure even

The blur reasonings

Rearing they heads like a hydra

Blood in my eye bruh and I can’t see

But I still lead like a one eyed king

Up in Atlanta the blind bruh

I got my man on the line

He got one last job for a player

The sun blast ra star flavor

On the highs of all of out neighbors

On this rock we be spinning on

Winter fall summer spring

Various degrees of the varying heat

Emanating off of the very thing

All life sprung from

Hung dumb deaf blind

Silent in a cold dip

Black of the void

I’m snap macking I’m cracking

I’m gas and I’m blacking out

Ask about me

Shit

Sit back

Laugh about it

Weep about it

You couldn’t creep around it

So high you can’t get over it

So low you can’t get under it

So ho you can’t add to it

Multiply it, divide it, subtract from it

Over-stand the math of a child

And just province it

Township

Please slide through the avenues

Everything’s everything

Understand most songs

Are just phrases and sentences

Every last song is a long sigh

A breathe in the middle of one single run-on sentence

Every last bar I meant it

Run it back

Hear it again

That’s everything

We are the universe

Learning to love itself

Swirling in color and light

Sound waves

Swimming through gravities

Existence is a network of magnetism

Rolling hypnoses

Fingers in the air feel the cosmic curvatures

Overtures

Written in the air like a cool breeze

Enter the second movement

Repetition is a form of change

I’m home on the range

Where the deer and the antelope play

I got a cantelope sliced up juiciest division

Twice as sweet

I’m high as a peach in a peach tree

Blessed with the lessons the earth teach me

Rapped is a natural way of speaking

Rhyming is more than a mnemonic device

It’s the true nature of language

The way it was meant to be spoken

Now i’m joking

I’m bullshiting man

Nothing is anything

Everything I saw feels beautiful

Listen to the tunes they truly are beautiful

Music is musical

Amusingly musing all the two or more

I don’t even know what I do it for

I’m a blue boy jazz dude

Rap in a bar with the casual manner of a man who be asking about tattoos

And they significances

Listen to the different changes

We live in the cages

Arranged in the strange sick patterns

We made them ourselves with our anguish

And they will decay and disintegrate

Love only loves it could never begin to hate

Freestyles shows but the written a printed tape

Give them a little thing to remember me by

A little keepsake

A little memento

The honorable venerable

Animal mineral vegetable

Respectable anything anything

Say the first thing that pop into my little dome piece

Spit poems into your phone

Yeesh

Leave a message begin at the tone the beep

Trail love thinking about how it ought to be said

Am I even alive man

I gotta be dead

Yes ya’ll and it don’t quit

Cheeba cheeba ya’ll

And it don’t stop

And it don’t quit

Yes yes ya’ll and it don’t stop

Cheeba cheeba ya’ll

And it don’t quit

Yes ya’ll are with the

Best of all of them

Gang shit

Throw ya set up

Please slide through the avenue

Diagonal

Pussies get wetter

America

Americana

Amerikanah

Brrrt-brrrt

Please slide through the avenue

Diagonal

Yes ya’ll and it don’t stop

Cheeba cheeba ya’ll

And it don’t quit

To the beat ya’ll

And it don’t stop

And it don’t stop rocking

To the bang bang boogie

The bang bang the boogie the beat

Yes ya’ll are with the

Best of all of them

Cheeba cheeba ya’ll and it don’t stop

Freak freak ya’ll and it don’t stop

Real hip hop and it don’t stop

Yes ya’ll

To the beat ya’ll

And it don’t stop

Freak freak and it don’t stop

Real trash shit

Gang gang

Trap

Trap shit

Throw ya set up

Whooop

Brrrt

Bra-braw-brow

Pussies get wetter

A light in a cold night