Not Bulletproof

from by J.Smo of BUNKS

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lyrics

Put the pen to the paper play the beat and let it flow
Twenty years, still going, play this beat and let it go
Same dude at the core just weathered by the storm
Take a little bit longer for creations to be born
Marinade a little sweeter when we stray from the norm
The longer that we sit the stronger flavors will be formed
Missing days in Tennessee the studio all night
Miss my crew of solid dudes searching for the light
Building something epic, still chasing after paper
Slower with these moves but slick like Don Draper
Mad Men in the lab, we steaming up this crab
Elevate through strata, always grimy, never fab
With wrenches in the trenches got my boots in the dirt
A king among peasants, I absorb all their hurt
Say my kindness is a weakness cause I put my people first
But you just exploit them for everything they worth

Not bulletproof so call a truce, let's work it out till we find the truth then hit the booth and let it loose then roll on out as I throw the deuce
Daily grinder, I'm that writer, keep it hot like apple cider, reaching wider every time I drop this fire

Dodge a million shots, rise above and keep it flowing
Lost inside my stress, despite that mess, we keep on growing
Feel the sprinkles on my face then feel the rain start pouring
Feel the force of all the pains I'm steadily ignoring
Add it up, break it down, read between the lines
Keep lying to myself, I pretend I'm doing fine
Sliding on thin ice, afraid it's going to break
Frozen, stuck in time, sinking deep into the lake
Reaching for the sky as I try to grab the heavens
Thinking I can fly before I ask some basic questions
Beyond the common sense, always digging for the answers
Infect them with this knowledge, watch it spread and grow like cancer
Incremental margins elemental to this grind
Taking small steps, keeping patience on my mind
Keep lying to myself, I pretend I'm doing find
But the only time I'm fine is when I'm pouring out these lines

Not bulletproof so call a truce, let's work it out till we find the truth then hit the booth and let it loose then roll on out as I throw the deuce
Daily grinder, I'm that writer, keep it hot like apple cider, reaching wider every time I drop this fire

credits

from Modern Day Griot, released February 28, 2019
produced by Tonedef tha Killa
written and produced by J.Smo of BUNKS

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J.Smo of BUNKS Sacramento, California

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We are a hip hop collective from Manchester, Tennessee that has been releasing music since 1999. J.Smo is in Sacramento working with UL Sounds and MPC Recording Company. New and exclusive projects are released here first. ... more

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