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THOUGHTS
Hip-Hop
THOUGHTS è stato pubblicato il 23 gennaio 2026 da Mimsheck Records come parte dell'album SON OF TALIAT
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Data di uscita23 gennaio 2026
EtichettaMimsheck Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM96

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doctrine
Doctrine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
oladimeji taliat
oladimeji taliat
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
oladimeji taliat
oladimeji taliat
Mixing Engineer
Timkesh
Timkesh
Recording Engineer

Testi

Look, merciless is what I learned to be.
 Stare at my reflection in the mirror, I don't want to see.
 Up at night, mother fuckers screaming, it's a murder scene.
 Take some notes. There's alot of things that you could learn from me wicked retaliation is the basics of this whole rigeem never stopping until they dropping they remember me there's some family that won't be happy until I rest you see but there's some people that won't be happy until I rest in peace it got my ass paranoid who should I trust I got dead cousins drugs taking alot of us plus I'm only human if you cut me you'll see that I bleed I feel like most of y'all don't understand what it's like to be me my family and my girls happy everyones happy but me so if you see me cry move along man there's nothing to see
 Go to the beach.
 Clear my mind at sea.
 Police vans circulate a ****'s block like vultures.
 Shuffle the deck and play your cards right for these jokers.
 It's a dark night.
 Tell the Batman to be sober.
 Tell your men to be vigilant.
 We take calculated steps cause we move with intelligence.
 See, my music is relevant.
 I'm a dark-skinned man.
 I was born with this melanin.
 It's no wonder why your Shawty want a taste of my decadence.
 Choose your words as the lyrics.
 Fuck it ****, I'm on top.
 I got music forever that comes out of my bald spot.
 Imagination moves as I peruse through my old block.
 These youngins packing tools, you acting fool, get your dome rocked.
 I can't trust ****.
 They double-sided like two dimensions.
 They loyalty's faker than a Shawty with good intentions.
 See, I'm undressing all of the sections off a ****'s mind.
 I got a fucking family.
 Why you think I be spitting rhymes?
 They look at me with plates out when it comes to that dinnertime.
 And they have to eat.
 I don't care who the hell I'm robbing or have to beat.
 Like get the fuck out the car and give me the master keys.
 When I sell this motherfucker, the money will last a week.
 Cause death is easy, but the price of living isn't cheap.
 So you know that I'm finna blow this cash in a week.
 In a city where no one sleeps, just imagine me.
 Resting in peace, drifting on beats, having memories.
 Drink water and porridge and go to sleep.
 Pray for better days.
 I don't think he's hearing me when I speak.
 So evil, he creeps into my head.
 I allow it to breathe.
 It gives me the words that I need to be wanted on beats.
 God, do you hear me?
 Swear it's getting mean in these streets.
 And I'm ready to tear apart any MC who wants beef.
 Past flashing before my eyes, it's getting harder to sleep.
 I wake up gasping, thoughts of being the best won't let me rest.
 I got trauma from my past, but I'm trying to feed my nest.
 Studio's my safe place, I walk around without a vest.
 So like amputate a breast, I need to get this off my chest.
 But I'ma say less, cause as we fucking speak, my cerebral is vexed.
 My people were oppressed by all these white folks who would sentence them to death.
 Put them under arrest.
 Saying it's been decades, we should all move on.
 But if it stays in your brain, then of course it grows.
 That's something I'm expecting that you all should know.
 But I mind my business while I'm moving coast to coast.
 Behold your nose, there's a lot of Pinocchios.
 You gon' see it every time that your pockets grow.
 Conniving little brats, but I gotta keep you close.
 I'm just undressing all the sections that my mind could hold.
 My heart's cold, that's the reason I can't trust a soul.
 Let alone give my time to a hoe
 I can't be looking ridiculous when I'm in another sticky predicament.
 You got it homie, the bitch gotta go.
 I'm not proud of the things I know.
 I've been tossing and turning at night, yeah my heart's in the stone.
 And I want what's mine and I cannot fight no more. Secrets hide inside my speech I slur demons hide inside my dreams I fear I got lean inside I could not be higher
Written by: oladimeji taliat
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