Shabazz Palaces – Free Press and Curl Lyrics

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[Intro]
Dance machine, in the brown
Juicy lips, watching glow, in the sauce, aah


[Verse 1]
I cried with Mooch at papi's wake, snuck an extra slice of cake when the pigs
Came 'round to make their case, I looked 'em dead up in they face
I never heard of none of that,
soon's I win, let's run it back
I run on feelings, fuck your facts, deception is the truest act
With poise, I twirl the bluest lack, dougie hold the ooh-est sacks
I danced a move to play the back, I dipped she asked him "Who was that?"
(I ain't showed off, I just showed up, greet my peoples, fill they cup
Transmit heat on pillows plush) I mean it though, I lean and flow
I gleam and glow, I'm clean and oh, you bet ya that I get it bro

Inside the glow just not for show three beans, purples, indigo
Catchy yes but trendy no, never fiend or scheming though
That's beneath Barbara Jean's offspring with po, I never seem to know
(Gunbeats comprise arsenal) Up or don't toss it all
(Up or don't toss it all) Up or don't toss it all

(Up or don't toss it all) Yeah, up or don't toss it at all, philosophy is cruelty
Both musically and bitch-wise too, I lost the best beat that I had
Now my heart just smash and dash, war inside I catch a cab
It's boring out, I'm to the lab, these robots grant us internet
Program racist sequences,
don't compare my beat with his
He ain't up off these streets, he's slid


[Hook]
I'm free, shit, you know I'm free
Nigga, I'm free, yeah, you know I'm free (Shit, I'm free)
To be enslaved to all these things I can't escape
Trapped inside imagination tickling at my face

You know I'm free, bitch, you know I'm free
Baby girl, I'm free, yeah, you know I'm free

Free to chain my will onto the wings of my instinct
And wander round this box I'm inextricably linked
You know I'm... free, I'm free, I'm free
Shit, you know I'm free, that's right, I'm free
To make pursuit to catch the stuff that holds me down
To capture my desires fashion out of this a crown
You know I'm free, shit, you know I'm free, pig, you know I'm free
Mind telling these niggas I'm free, I never leave, I'm super free
Free to fill my smiles up with these tears that I forgot and haunt myself
Besides these pretty ghosts that float my heart, you know I'm free


[Outro]
Thou Shalt...
Bask in the light of my phone screen glow
Thumbs realize everyone I know
Freedom's cold newest episode
Yeah one more smile and we're undertow
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

Gospels...
Put minds in for a fresher world
Old school hood nigga, press and curl
Eyes like moons when I kiss my girl
Get lucked out, wish I was in Africa
Konjo, Konjo, Konjo, Konjo, Konjo

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