1. |
Van Gogh
02:59
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Is he really a Van Gogh
This wasn’t the plan, yo
Dave put the battery in his back like, “Man, go”
Gettin to the bread with no crumbs no Panko
I got a few fans for my clan, no stans tho
Vintage images like Sanyo
The flow is too sick, "puedo ir al baño?"
Study the game thorough thats namco
The finest sonic herb, we only ones you know that plant those
By now y’all shoulda known ima handful
I’m talking way bigger than making beats On Wednesday with the samples
For example, it’s few and far between that could hold a candle
That’s why the fucking cockroaches scramble
Cuz where I’m goin homie they can’t go
I’m moving too fast the dark knight switching lanes in the lambo
No longer the sambo all without the piano
the biggest thing from the nap to ever live in Orlando
I’m sitting on the greatest rap album of the decade
Broke Mode completes then we finally see the payday
Shit is nuts, let me unwrap the bars, let me display the scars
Death, burial, resurrection of an intrinsic star
after a Paak & TI placement
weeks later living in my in-laws basement
Pitchin no-hitters not a chance to run the bases
My engine was revving up just to stall what’s the basis?
For someone who makes heaters at the mall selling sneakers
Co-workers with the side eye cuz even they all could see it
The glow from my greatness without me making a statement
Back of the stock room writing verses to the tune of soul in need of freedom
drove ATL just to try and take some meetings
Nothing
Back to the basement where I cook like Walter white
21 records to come and save em from a bid in Winston Salem
Was Bout to give birth and i could tell just by the cravings
Of wanting more than making beats and warming piano seats
To change my occupation from brains on an operation
To the one that they see with the brush strokes
Allow me to paint so vividly
A picture where you can see
Where the truest of these hip hop artists is crowned king
Forced to become a florist had to make my own Bouquet
Was destined for the Mike like Bublé
I kicked and pushed myself past the fiasco like lupe
He too full of himself give a fuck about what you say
The unofficial savior
Once in a generation
This ain’t even the album this is just the preparation
So do he rap, do he sing, or do he make beats?
Write songs for legends or simply compose for the screen?
After all of that he got the nerve to slay em on keys
6 jobs, 2 murders, well aware that death comes in 3’s
If we talkin business sense, my nigga don’t get me started
Intellextual acumen of one who went to Harvard
Talk shit for therapy cuz it’s the most cathartic
Sum it up for all you motherfuckers
Nigga, I'm the artist
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2. |
Sad Day
02:40
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I wrestle with myself like two dubs and a "E"
Downtown sittin' on the balcony
I don’t make records this alchemy
Gotta take every key every ounce of me
Gotta deal with the doubts and belief
The pain and the grief
The need to be a frontman instead of a stuntman
Oh it’s plain to me
That’s when it’s really all said and done
This what you niggas really came to see
Gotta do what I’m supposed to
The people need the beats and the vocals
Shows too, ta loco, for me to think that I could ever be local
Soy cabro
You and I know
Keith been the one for años
I seen all the shit like baños
El Rey de Indianos
Can’t lie I loved that safety
Clung to the beats and key notes that made me
Paid from the mic? A far cry, a maybe
l was too worried about, "What do they see?"
Then you start to see
That ain’t much beyond niggas marketing
And just off of skill I got all the shots
This pandemic shit seemed to stall the plot
I really had to ask myself
"You ready to take a leap and unmask yourself?"
"I mean, you could really get cash yourself
If you run a few laps and get past yourself"
And not just casual wealth
When you up so high that your status is stealth
Niggas already can’t see me now
More than likely it’s due to the last name, Phelps
Wanted your moral support
Silence
Invested in all of my doubt
Just to preserve all your clout
You hoping I never come out
Let it sit on the drive, in the spam, hoping all shit my shit stay on the cloud
Do Mr Phelps really got enemies?
Tell me whats all this about
I get it now
I don’t need funk bands
Just two duffle bags in the trunk bands
Can’t build brands if you can’t get off ya moms milk glands
Loss three teams yet I still stand
Learned from hurt had to Hillman
Found a way to eat with no meal plan
What you know about the reverse still stand?
They was looking for my dreams on the kill cam
Enough with the pivoting, shoot
I am the game’s antithesis
"Primo Nemesis"
It’ll never get no better than this
All the fans is pessimists
Took all this shit and then learned how to leverage it
Head from the neck how we sever it, separate, hemorrhaging
Bouta have all these niggas on the rocks
Yea I’m talkin' bout bottom shelf beverages
Just for the hell of it
It took me a minute to see
Ain't a damn thing to fear, nigga, when you me
I been puttin' in work, even off the clock
Bouta debut this shit at a coffee shop
This nigga talk a lot
Too black, too hot, stir the coffee pot
He said a coffee shop?
A humble beginning ain't scathing him
This is how we rehearse for the stadiums
Ellis be the who lacin' him
Fear for the ones who facing him
Come sign the new Outkast like Face and them
So we can see the Aftermath like Dre & Em
I’m red with the white like H & M
All these timeless rhymes, you can pay for them
The gods of the game, yeah, they wait for him
For these wack niggas, it’s a sad day for them
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3. |
Mistakes
02:01
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I heard you niggas albums
Them shits sound like a mixtape
Better yet, them shits sound mistake
When you was in the booth, you shoulda gave up on your fifth take
Eatin' all you niggas like a fuckin' Ruth Chris steak
I gotta problem
Maximum disdain
For niggas that love to ride around stuntin' on Biscayne
While they albums and verses smell like a fuckin' shit stain
My shit is dynamite bitch bow to your sensei
None of y’all was prepared for the ball swing this way
I’m here to judge
Single stroke, that’s the gavel
Tell the truth, you ain’t seen nobody like me nigga, have you?
Comin through the game with the chopper, nigga I had to
They love to treat ya boy like attendants that’s in the bathroom
Even those I went to class with
Love to Give me tips with the same nasty hand that fuck and wipe they ass with
I made this beat for an artist who signed to Capital
A young hustler just tryna triple up my capital
Staring at the phone tryna figure out what happen tho
Cause' this the soundtrack for a rapper that goes platinum
Reconnected at his show and right after the mingle
He sent a freestyle back like I ain't send em singles
Like I ain't send him shit that was slayin' his whole album
That probably woulda produced a better financial outcome
Giving niggas heat they love to cook up shit without none
The way I’m blocking all these motherfuckers when the clout comes
No TikTok bars, melodies, or felonies
No record executive nepotism ahead of me
Just somebody who studied HOV & Nas
And sees the entire rap scene through Pusha T’s eyes
Niggas won’t hop out they leased Benz to get at me
Do it come with extra cheese cuz you ordered Twitter beef?
After enough Hennessy
Then you aim your pen at me
Hoping that when we both done we’ll all stay frenemies
Publicist working his hardest to make amends with me
While tryna source more than the truth from those who kin to me
Do better or die, that’s all I got for you
I’ll even help pick a cemetery slot for you
Flower on the headstone to thicken the plot for you
Going toe to toe with Keith Phelps, nigga, it’s not for you
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4. |
Come True
02:15
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After all of that client shit
Feeling like I ain't shit
Mask and lockdown had me fearing retirement
A wrinkle in time, see I just needed to iron it
The irony of my new environment
I guess you gotta purge before a splurge
Find some purpose for the cheese before it starts to curd
Dreams that were deferred
Superb, is all I’ll ever be
The nerve of Keith showin' that he the shit without being a turd
Know people with they dreams on stand by
Am I someone who just missed his chance after it ran by?
Made a couple beats for those who actually can buy
Still couldn’t move me to the league from the sandlot
But when your records do slap
And you gotta be the one to pull your self up by your own boot straps
Then the album drop and I can finally the proof back
That every bit of this music shit, I am the truth at
Then maybe I could cop me a whip and peel the roof back
And make my girl sit in the back her booty too fat
I been the Outkast you can call me 2-stacks
All my shit smoking so you gotta cop 2 packs
1-1-1-1 1-2, 1-2
Some dreams stay dreams
Keith dreams come true
1-1-1, 1-2, 1-2
Some dreams stay dreams
Keith dreams come true
I don't know bout you
Some dreams stay dreams
Keith dreams come true
I don't know bout you
Some dreams stay dreams
Keith dreams come true
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5. |
Testimony
03:13
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Do woke niggas ever get to cash a check
Or do they just end up in a casket right next Malcom X?
I honestly need to know the way I should achieve
Draw the thin line, if would for me
Between true ambition and what’s known as greed
Where do I stand see it’s the fifth that I'ma plead
Cause' there’s a multiplicity of ways to define a need
How much is enough?
How much do they say is too much?
Are niggas without shit really much better than those who rich?
I’m tired of debt
That shit is gross, not net
Thought you should know
Pentacostal theology taught me to hate what I was and what I would probably be
Yes, its Christianity that gave me anxiety
And i’m just here to testify, "Thats what He has done for me"
Ha ha ha
Not to keen on Jesus
I kinda prefer Yeezus
Least he look like me
Y’all changed the book on me
And had me on my knees
I used to beg and plead
When you come back for your slaves
And fly off into the sky
I’d like a window seat
And for all them fucking tithes like I’d to see some receipts
That mainline feel more like a burner phone
While I gotchu on the line tell me is Nat Turner home?
Tryna flame this shit up like we left the burner on
Open up your mind like I clicked the chrome and gave you burner dome
Started reading the fine print, that’s every clause
Y’all sold me a savior bout as real as Santa Clause
Arrested my people’s minds without probable cause
Maybe that’s why we stuck
Maybe that’s why I battle the habit of watching people fuck
On the internet
Google YouTube preachers for alleged deliverance
What if y’all didn’t teach us how to be so fake?
Or torture us with the psycho fear of making mistakes?
Or mislead us with the concept of not so amazing grace?
Come on and get a taste and see
That you can really be free
You the original man
From His original plan
Organized western religion is the original scam
This ain’t bravado this bravery
Wouldn’t know about this shit if it wasn’t for slavery
No ain't shit sweet, he mad, way too savory
Don’t call my momma or my daddy talkin' bout you really gon' pray for me
Stay away from me
He don’t make no ways for me
All he ever did was time and time constantly get in the way of me
So clearly Keith is fed up with the church folk
But this is all that they really know
The result of being sold shackled and shipped on a boat
And once y’all finally realize who y’all are that’s when y’all neck’s in a rope
These days y’all go to church for the hell of it
Pretty difficult to evangelize irrelevance
That and the concept of a white Jesus
When you know he wasn’t the one who said he never gon leave us or forsake us
The way Lebron left the Cavs to be a Laker
You think them colonizers really did us a favor?
I’m offering a chance a freedom any takers
So you won’t be surprised when you finally meet your maker
So you can keep your ten percent, you need your paper
Receive this truth, turn to the side and tell your neighbor
The true Elohim is about to approach the scene
I’m like a fiend, I only want the Most High
This silly church shit ain't even a close high
The Set Apart Spirit not Casper the Ghost, bye
My cup is running over please pass me a coaster
I’m just thankful I’m getting to know the one true Yah
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6. |
The Last Super Saiyan
02:12
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You lookin at the last of em all
Unless I should decide to shoot another out my balls
Whole damn package, all seven dragon balls
Wish these niggas would try to see me eye to eye like they fuckin' King Kai
Pressin' physicals on Destructo Discs
Whole "Broke Mode" a reconstructive diss
"It’s over 9,000"
I’m talkin' streams
Nigga, this the post pandemic senzu bean
Seen and been through things
True story, I ain't got no tail
Word is bond, nigga, ain't no Cell
Freestyle
No, this shit ain't on sale
Sleep-style
Wake the fuck up, I ain’t gone fail
See, I came in the game sittin' on one
Locs is getting long so I’m guess I’m on two
When the haters finally see, I’ll be way past three
Super Saiyen four
Y’all niggas can pay me more for that new found interest
Try to bite my style like they saw it on Pinterest
Bring ya 28 and a second set of dentures
It’s more than you can chew
So fuck you Friezas, Androids, and Majin Buu’s
This the English sub for niggas without a clue
Instant transmitting the backstory to you
Take you from your homeland, you see what that shit'll do?
Thank the Most High for the day me and Dave fused
Ten months in the chamber
Y’all in danger
They wouldn’t pay me then
So I hit the Kaioken
Fingerbeam
From a single team
Turn they mics up
Tryna hear every single scream
Bitch ya time’s up
Eighteen wheels to ya Little Tike truck
Get the first and the last dance ‘for the nights up
Nikes up, got em by the ankles, nigga, don't run
All hail these bitches, the prince of no one
Book them podcast interviews so you can tattle
Already heard em all like cattle, saddle up
Protective style records is it’s time to plat em up
It’s a must we up the streams so paddle up
The game needs an overseer and a warrior
Ima Spirit Bomb this shit till ya need a coroner
Now I got em all pondering, "What the future be?"
Find out the on next episode of Dragon Ball P
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Take a picture so you can make you a poster
Don’t conceal the heat, say no to the holster
Stack ya bread then watch it pop like a toaster
Slipped into this rap shit like it’s my loafers
Self appointed King of the Nap, so crown me
I only keep the realest of niggas around me
Proudly comin' from Marion County
With the flows that be known to always surround beats
Musical chairs, I’m always around Seats
Profound speak, offset the clown squeaks
Comin' out the mud, we all got brown cleats
Oh, this yo first listen?
Be glad that you found me
Who you know that can kick rhymes every time on production this dense?
Swear its my first sense not a sixth
The most wherewithal to pummel through you all
True OG’s be glad to know Keith
Get few classics when you get no Keith
Sixteen pads on that ass
I spazz on beats with no trap
Salary, no cap
Shit is brand new and feel like a throw back
When can we go back to vetting these producers, singers, rappers?
Instead of incompetent hood boogers and these strippin' ass clappers
I’m preyin', y’all careers end a little bit faster
Prey I’m talkin' bout ain't the kind from a pastor
On the walls of your nightmares my face plastered
Godfather in a room full of rap bastards
Evicting niggas, hurry up, pack faster
Control of the verses like a black pastor
Im in ya rear view and ya windshield
Keith P. can like pinwheels
I been real
Shitty trends, everybody moved, I been still
This Nap Shit
OG midwest rap shit
Break bread just so we can stack it
It’s habit
Hottest shit around
Thats that circle city sound
That Nap Shit
OG midwest rap shit
Break bread just so we can stack it
Its a habit
Oh, they finally came around for the Circle City sound
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8. |
Family Ties
02:12
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Sixty-one, seventy-three, and eighty-eight
Keys you gotta move to push them pies and Patti cakes
Had my man E save me a proper Seat
By no means do I gloat, I know I usually Rock The Boat
Just tryna feed my folk and complete the Mode thats Broke
Uttered it out my throat, possibly under-spoke
Cued the horns, grew a beard, now the haters definitely know
Ain't a petting zoo but here is where you find the fuckin' goat
Pandemic wages due to quarantine cages
Like we at the end of the game the final stages
So abrasive, don’t be evasive, bring ya paces
This the music they be talkin' bout when they tell you to face it
I got one mantra
Nothin' else, this is it
Three, six, five, wake up and be the shit
Don’t let em change your mind about somethin' you know that’s meant
Not the bank, the media, or even the government
The raps and the beats is twins like Double Mint
Extra black like double tints
All caps and bold no subtle shit
Make em come out the huddle quick
Be like, "God damn, Keith Phelps on some other shit"
Ten entire months I ain't heard from none of you niggas
Aint shit, bitch ass, “I always knew” ass niggas
Where the fuck was you when my career was on the gurney?
Back when I was making $7.25 at fuckin' journeys
Oh another thing
I need all you niggas to listen
For my day-ones, right after the show we gon kick it
But if you ain’t my momma, don’t be askin' for tickets
I don’t ask for freebies at none of y'all place of business
Nigga go stream my shit and be equally as excited
Fraudulent motherfuckers consider this your indictment
Brand new well wishers all on I.G. and Twitter
Y’all only get half a bar
Fuck y’all niggas
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9. |
Be There
04:39
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Keith Phelps Indianapolis, Indiana
Keith Phelps is one of his generation’s most vital voices. As one of luxury rap’s new kings, expect him to be a staple in entertainment indefinitely
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