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Haswrath without a rhyme is like dead presidents without a dime
When you can't hold back the swarms
Let alone speak a hand into existence
To let a man step down from suicide bridge
This life shit gets intense
Savage intuition, my lineage draw harmonics around habitat
Surroundings too surreal for the immortal drum
So tongue just flips it rare
Equal & opposite reaction, the glare from a cannibal sun
My aura, my habit, my world, my satisfaction
& i don't even have to ask my queen for the oratory
I fucked up royally
If by the time i'm done you don't know my story
Haswrath without a rhyme is like dead presidents without a dime
Staying grace & good riddance
The fingerprints inter-galactic
At the same time the fine print blitzkrieg
Hire a lawyer or a blacksmith
But i can't afford both
You couldn't hold my bill fold
Let alone calm the storm between your own two ears
Another second chance at a glance
Another begging for change
Another praying for rain
Another colony of ants marching to the magnifying glass
They better fall back like boosted rims
Nights spent, sweat out the craft
High speed chase on a one way
He sped out the back,
With lead in the tank
Head spinning, tires hungry
Sitting shotgun
With a loaded memory
Bled out snake river on the way to the border
Didn't quit make it past back stage pacin'
The last man standing walked that way towards the gas station
Inflation, frustration
Irritated, jaded & fuck the rest
A dollar for air, what's next?
A left at the blinking yellow light
Before the sunset runs out of time
A text for the blessings
A vest for the fucking stress
Haswrath without a rhyme is like dead presidents without a dime
If you have to ask, there's nothing to say
A search & rescue for the time of day
Who else you know stay stealth through the pain
Who else finds time strange
Foot in mouth
& he find the truth is the shoes do the praying
It was written, a monument still with us
Standing tall against my silence
I & I find the mind migrant
May peace be with you
May your light born in darkness spark this
May the pen find bullhorn
For braintsorm
Haswrath without a rhyme is like dead presidents without a dime
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Another breath is grace given
For the one with 4Us as the name given
For the ones with no way out
But a light & the name's minted
Time makes the statements
Two stepping through the hesitation
To make a life & make a living
This is grace given
For the one with 4Us as the name given
For the ones with no way out
But a light & the name's minted
Time makes the statements
Two stepping through the hesitation
To make a life & a living
A holy book through the airwaves
Transmitted by way of stolen looks
Lonely crooks on the staircase
With the unknown standing among 'em like fort knox
Walking through the alley mind first
And the heart is racing
Stolen jewels in the palm of my hand
Many Realms digging through stacks of wax
The calm before the storm was a rude awakening
If you have to ask, you've never seen 'em
In his glory, through the hi-fi speakers
The way a hyena reacts
Sicker than the gnashing of teeth
The only plaque i'll see
Still the microphone stays lit like a candle
A lighthouse across the sea's
Across your eyes, cross your t's
Dot your i's, No more questions like Socrates
When the sound is this hard
Haswrath, my philosophy in kilowatts
Writ large across the unseen
Another breath is grace given
For the one with 4Us as the name given
For the ones with no way out
But a light & the name's minted
Time makes the statements
Two stepping through the hesitation
To make a life & make a living
from stars and stripes
the scars of life
all is mind
now fall in line
insight is solar
for the midnight controller
these applications ain't your leader son
your manager's probably a punk
jobs & crooks
odds & ends
gods & jucks
bars & hooks
the farthest light
one spark from this side
could ride
higher than sight can see
to the otherside and back again
where the fire be
don't go quietly into that good night...
Another breath is grace given
For the one with 4Us as the name given
For the ones with no way out
But a light & the name's minted
Time makes the statements
Two stepping through the hesitation
To make a life & make a living
This is grace given
For the one with 4Us as the name given
For the ones with no way out
But a light & the name's minted
Time makes the statements
Two stepping through the hesitation
To make a life & make a living
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Who got the nukes & the troops on lockdown
Who got the guns & who make the guns
Who got the time of day when the writing's on the wall
And the mind sways from fighting & standing tall
Who got the truth & the youth pop lockin'
Who get sum slumped for fakin' the funk of the greatest rendition
Who got the rock in position to stop the opposition
Who keep their praying hands off the clock
Who rock the spot
Who got the latest edition
This one's just to keep my name out my mouth
This one's just to keep time
This one i speak light except less discrete
My own name, slow lane, propane without a drought
The cycle complete, it's no thing
In the pick & roll play make your own lane
Or fly to the highway without a doubt
Rappers need to play in traffic
Every dog has its day swyc would say
Sick with it In A Major Way
Every dog has its day swyc would say
This may be yours
L-rd say no fair way
Haswrath 4Us for more air play
Keep it movin' of course it's cordless
In constant motion
When the soul's distortion taps into the rhythm
Of livin' through the non-sense & hopeful...
Who got the nukes & the troops on lockdown
Who got the guns & who make the guns
Who got the time of day when the writing's on the wall
And the mind sways from fighting & standing tall
Who got the truth & the youth pop lockin'
Who get sum slumped for fakin' the funk of the greatest rendition
Who got the rock in position to stop the opposition
Who keep their praying hands off the clock
Who rock the spot
Who got the latest edition
The Bomb Squad top shelf
J Dilla, Erick Sermon, DJ Quik
The RZA, Premo, Kev Brown
The Beatnuts & The Beat Junkies
The free lunch & the mint on the diner table
A relic to the throne
A vacant place in the state of mind
That breaks beats into fine dust
Press play, it's by design
An impression is made right on time
No question he got the gift of gab
Like a spliff is raised
Lost the mind like missing change
Rappers get dissed when i'm not even trying
Just handling business
Brandishing a madness
The size of an I, with the likeness of planets
Dancing with the dragon
Romancing the past
It was all setbacks, stress, hand cannons & bland stanzas
Who got the nukes & the troops on lockdown
Who got the guns & who make the guns
Who got the time of day when the writing's on the wall
And the mind sways from fighting & standing tall
Who got the truth & the youth pop lockin'
Who get sum slumped for fakin' the funk of the greatest rendition
Who got the rock in position to stop the opposition
Who keep their praying hands off the clock
Who rock the spot
Who got the latest edition
Hope is dope as smoke floats
& vanishes beyond the horizon
That's how we go, just a reminder
Cipher Selah got rhymes like time's up
You know how the hands of a clock point up
Never mind, never time is done
If ever the night does come
This man talks like no other
To the beat like butter to Bisquick
Quicksand gets thick
Phone a friend on the telephone
So long as you can tell hell from home
The flow stays stealth
Let 'em know the streets possess no way out
To each their own
When spirit leaves body, like trees seem probably
I'll tag the wind with my name
And brag to my friends who did the same
We'll tell stories & crack jokes
Stash dope & have a singing soul like Nat King Cole
And keep the peace as each proceeds for the joint on point smoking some kelp
May the body be at ease, as the soul rests from self
May the mind imagine what's been known from the jump
May the blunted light another one up
May the objective be protected so each can prosper when the speech be proper
May my beats be in many ounces
May Many Realms be blessed with many lives
& many stories to tell
My herb be the the spark to allegory
My word be on One Love & nothing else
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Leave the television running
Meet your maker in the mirror
Where no man has gone
Life without fear
What no eye has seen
What no ear has heard
For every time my loose change
Is allegory of the cave
Might spark the lighter with wisdom
Refill the think tank with ammunition
Might catch a fire from a vision
A trail blazer
Mind of a king, heart of the brave
Blood of crimson, blue in the veins
With the truest of names
The last rapper who brushed the notebook blew out his brains
I'm just another student of the sages
My teachers were Speakerboxxx, Aquemini, Onry & Cage
A scholar of life
Hate the player or hate the game
Haswrath save a stash for later
While the humming birds dance in the pouring rain
Leave the television running
Meet your maker in the mirror
Where no man has gone
Life without fear
What no eye has seen
What no ear has heard
A jail cell and long time, for small crimes
A fortune for the white collar
And i'm still trying to like dollars
Make it make sense
Money is an empty measurement of wealth
Paper money, lover money, hater money
Get faded money, see you later money
The city is mine money
Who's world is this money
I don't know but the world lately has gone crazy
Following no leaders like it's all the same
Oh the things i'd do for a few more dollars to my name
Y'all act like you're starving for fame
Carve out your lane
You couldn't transmute the problems of the age
Let alone get with the margins of my page
Haswrath has wrath for us
I write rhymes in George Carlin's name
Leave the television running
Meet your maker in the mirror
Where no man has gone
Life without fear
What no eye has seen
What no ear has heard
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4evers is an ongoing musical exploration into Spiritual & Physical realities. Each volume will showcase the work of a different producer.
4evers vol. 8 was produced, written & recorded by Haswrath, Defhaf & Many Realms over the course of the weekend of 9/8/2023 to 9/10/2023 at The Kaleidoscope in Flagstaff, Arizona.
Raps by Haswrath
Produced by Many Realms
Engineering by Defhaf
Cover design by Defhaf
Cover photograph by Cole Keister
Thank you to everyone listening to & supporting my art.
released September 12, 2023
