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Qwel – Ruby Ragdollenne

Please doctors don’t worry, not that Ruby liked to be burned
She truly was the dreamer, mommy’s secret singer
Would just rarely let a lover beat her
Lest she had it coming
Well, once or threece maybe, that’s it
But who’s something
Daddy used to hum it with a smile on
But never with the lights on, long nights just numbin
Slutty perfume, and ruined pork roast, soaked wardrobe
Scars
Ruby grew up with bubble gum cheeks runnin
Streets
Sweet child, steep summit
Plummet, pink tile and all (Tylenol) a weak stomach
The driest eyeball, waterfall calm, dream caught, night crawlin, subtle “aw nothing”
The humming birds sang they saw nothing
But soft rain hanging from the plumbing
Flooding from her grimace
Image hiding in this furnace
Soul soakin in the summer like it’s breaking in her sunburn
Monsters in her road home, she knows them by their number
Her daughter named her mother, she was weeping drunken tangos
Sunken under vanity table, in shrunken angles
Rusty angels fuckin with my day dream, the chuckling stain sings
The drain chokes, the day goes on
But not a day goes by
That she don’t sing those songs
So the day you fly is the day I died
Today I die

Dear weeping Ruby, tears streaking cheek bones
He moans, he remembers everything, singin three feet of sea foam
It’s getting deeper Ruby, we failed you as your brothers
Your genesis was a whisper
But exodus like thunder
And ever since the summer I died
I’ve been under high tide
I can’t take it no more
This pain wading my time
I’m weighing me down, dear Ruby
Would you mind if I hang around
Dear truly
Would you mind if I stayed and drowned
Red Ruby
Would you hate it if I painted out loud
Dear truly

Pain staking His palms He can make it along
But can’t make it alone
There’s strangers playin your song
Can’t wait for that long, in Yah’s cradling arms
The Creator of all, imperfect Ruby

Qwel – Road Atlas

Expanding time man I’m needle whistled breeze at cactus edge
Teehee giggle shreiks the greedy beasts but guess why rap is dead
Hence this pen is atlas
Backing this ball of madness
Cracked and dead
Set in math and headin fast
To crash this anti-accident
With heads and monster markers
Dueling friends and Brutus’ secrets
Sleepless months the hunter seeks the meekest fueled on foolish weakness
Let’s move to move to the peaks of mars
Ain’t seen the ocean’s deep yet
Sing the pros and cons of congress
We’re the only beast that regressed
With songs about thongs dog as long as we keep the beat fresh
And drool before this crippled pope
And droolin speech it’s greed fest
These thugs need to think hard
Scarred murderers with weak hearts
And stars sellin souls for dough
Misleadin folks like we god
There’s an ethos
Learn to read think seek the release of enoch
Not the fable feebled knee knockin locked label weasels that greed bought
Stock options and say so netards bob to j-lo
And playdoh freezing from mock copped rocks that they copped from jayho
Can’t wait to repay these snake a-holes that claim they slang they yayo
But ate souls from Harvey section eight to Agatite and Hazel
With satan in the waitin room your favorite toon and baby cradles
Gotta stay in Scripture pray it hits ya
Cause on this rip death’s an angel
Sickenin as fake Christian grins and pagans spinnin in bank rolls
Makes us grim and stay stone and strays kids from the way home
It’s simple subtle suckled since infancies slithering fables
Whispering winter upon it’s finger tips just to skin this maple

I sing of that harvest
I sing of that breeze
And stingin footprints and fingernails
And deep inhale this sleep
I must admit though
When it flips snow
Rain or hail I tweek
It’s the bad knees in the jealous rebel in you telling you that it’s me
I sing of that harvest
I sing of that breeze
And stinging footprints and fingernails
And deep inhale this sleep
I must admit though
When it flips snow
Rain or hail I tweek
It’s the bad knees in the jealous rebel in me telling me that it’s me

I seen it all the saw sings
The carpenter’s not real
I led my teeth along your long desert
And measured what I can steal
Saw nothing of worth
Some furniture along the way I guess I shaped
Stainless orphan he said
I’m the dust this table must be my name
Stained glass hand grooves in the handle
Man I seen it all I mean it
Ask any handsaw that’s a handsaw
Man naw I leave paintbrushes bleedin
Busy describing what I’m a paint when I’m a paint but why am I painting�
I’m table oasis with no places left set to eat at
Ego clinks his teeth on his shovel
Hand me to me to reap the feedback
Right as rusty nails slightly tapped rings peels of lightning see that’s
The problem�
He’s a plumber and of no use to the screwy nails
Pretending he’s pretending he’s pretending
Jesus coming gunnin demons runnin ummin to see the Son at summit
Feedin this greedy media beast sleepin with these youngins in it’s stomach
Turns mine signed turn mime now it’s gimmicks in his mic check
Ripping nothing on purpose
To purpose this image in our likeness
Like like
I guess these little rich bitches must think we like stress
Right right
From fondulac to Iraq and back it’s life’s test
and life’s ledge and red lights and dead mice and what nike says
And trife heads and meth pipes white dreads and at life’s ledge
We read it right they wrote it wrong
And left all of these mics dead
Couldn’t see the writing on the wall
Through all the ballers at the hype fest
Spittin eat drink be merry dog cause tomorrow your life ends
And it’s as real as that solo serpent
Rollin for dough low in his nice benz

Qwel – Quest For Fire

I’m seein’ sleep walkers, and as cheap as talk is
I’m feelin’ nauseas speaking in this three ring with artists
Hearts set on dreams and contracts
They laugh with my brothers, know who’s wondering where I’m at?
Bathing on stage savin’ all for tomorrow
Maintaining’ the sorrow in a coffee, a Marlboro
If the past has any reflections of the future
I don’t see me on easy street
But the truth flirts with destiny
It’s the remedy herb, we scream for longevity, with obscenity slur’s
We prefer the best dressed and like being lied to
Gettin’ signed upset to find I’m back in high school
Livin’ out his window, all these roads shitty
These headies t-shirts, we hurt our own city
But the phone sits still though I owe these bills
Only focus on the thrills of the shows we killed
Can we rebuild? ‘Cause the road to travel on is unraveling fast
While you grabbin’ on to Babylon
Come with me, one foot on the bank
While you’re laughin’ downstream for to take all the goods
The name on the hood, the fame on the stage
So why you drowning with one leg on the bank?
Come with me, one foot on the bank
While you’re laughin’ downstream
For to take all the goods
The name on the hoods, the fame on the stage
So why you drowning with one (leg on the bank)
It makes no sense to me these fences screening off you
No chance to pass your analysis, I’m dreamin’ through you
And time to stop burnin’ my brain, it’s time for certain
But the lines ain’t working, shit sprayed on the train
It has to rain sometimes, but whys the sun hate us?
Trying’ to hide this moon tan with two hands of make-up
But it’s time to wake, I couldn’t hold this wealth
Above these swelling’ waves of hands, and this fame don’t help
Dreaming’ of letter box places, I’m better off taking’ my time
But whys this ride half-pacin’?
And twice the car fare on the dot from what I got
To well a hundred blocks and it’s never gonna stop
And when it does it’s not fare, just felt like runnin’ huh?
Wheres the blunt end try to tell the sun something
Your wishes won’t float when you choke the fish bones
Above the fluid sewage for this colonists home
It’s cold in the water, it don’t hurt to live
Was it worth gettin’ wet? You gotta learn to swim
Come with me, one foot on the bank
Why you laughin’ down stream, for to take all the goods
Your name on the hoods, the fame on the stage
So why you drownin’ with one leg on the bank?
Come with me, one foot on the bank
While you laughin’ downstream, for to take all the goods
Your name on the hood, The fame on the stage
So why you drownin’ with on leg on the bank?

Qwel – Proof 101

Man you can hardly rip that wrapper off my album
After how you ask around you sound exactly like you found ’em astounding
Pattern decisions after this vision
Shattering, haveta listen
Rock habits like the Vatican practicing fact and fiction
Impact, collisions, magnifficant, raps wisdom
Assassin hits passin’ battle kids, not laughing with ’em
Tattoing autographs to pass apache missions
Bring your writtens and the kitchen sink
Mastered lyricism
Her it is, and battlin’ me’s confessing an ass whooping fetish
Held the best efforts from Qwel, punkin’ pessimists
The funk and festered in a nut shell
But what sucks sells
So best luck with your rep son
and best ups Qwel

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