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Dark Skin Sade

from Monte Cristo by Papito Scotti

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We live that life of monks, divide the spoils between
the cyberpunks
Learned from Percy Miller, pushin' rap outside the trunks
Days be like its stormin' a castle, jumpin' the apes,
hurlin' the barrel
movin' the hologram panel,
turnin' Houdini with the shackles
Dodgin' finicky damsels, word to your daughter's worth
of thirty camels, needed on journeys through
this earth In camo
till Babel burnt to the gravel
Keepin' it Westside In the flanel
livin' on a gamble, creep from the basement, tabernacle
Whatever my mood be, Im still rollin' a blue leaf
'Cause livin' is too steep, same squabbles but new beef
& know we more than mice with a cheese plate
Always runnin' to keep pace, weekdays
freeze wage, cages in this police state
Pardon if im brash & late at times,
gettin' faded cause that daily grind
makes my mind purely focused on taking mines
Make it through, even when pays reduced
Cause we out for the gusto, trust nobody with ya hustle,
mama aint raise no fool


Beyond that rhyme and reason, I light a beacon,
grinded & finely seasoned
If you smell it, think it offensive, than beat it
Adapted when cash uneven, work it, fuck it,
& leave it
Vision encyclopedic through grimey & triflin' seasons
Cook a beat to menudo, get it crackin' like judo
Throw salt, then you sumo,
couldn't plan it like Hamlet or Pluto
Went from grad caps to combat, contracts,
steel toes, hard hats, cubicles that God damned
Like fuck that fantasizin', rather make the sacrifices
in & out the city, strategizin', merchandisin'
when pockets need money, aint talk to no hussy
when them markets turned slumpy
It’s Donkey Kong country
On the prowl, determine how, just to work it out
Lay my burdens down, burn an ounce,
see things turn around
Make it through, even when pays reduced
Cause we out for the gusto,
trust nobody with ya hustle, mama aint raise no fool


When stresses hit the page, she remind me of that Sade
You remind me of that Sade
Brown skin, box braid, remind me of that Sade
She Remind me of that Sade

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from Monte Cristo, released November 24, 2015

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