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Beautiful Minds
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Beautiful Minds was released on February 13, 2026 by Good Hands Records as a part of the album Beautiful Minds
February 13, 2026
LabelGood Hands Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Yeah, the truth is here now
It's not a game
Priest, Kamachi
Let me walk out and do this
Uh, I'ma do this, uh
Yeah!
It's the fall of commercial rap, contenders heard I'm back
Doors are wide open, time for some murder tracks
Brooklyn, North Philly, all hoodlums walk wit me
This is documentary rap, not Walt Disney
New York City, it's the illest team
You've ever seen since Jay and Beans, we are the Nazarenes
From the path of kings
We're like spacecrafts in fitted hats and baggy jeans
Douse the booth up with gasoline
Grab the steam, the bars hit your castle and you have to lean
Gun talk, rhymes slide up in my mind like a magazine (Yeah)
Then spray all over my page like an M-16 (yeah, yeah)
Yo, who's hip-hop's purer?
Our aura's like an AK, Bible and some Surahs
Priest and Kamachi, prophetic explorers
The duo so spaced out, alien smut bitches adore us
We back to the hood in a kitted up Taurus
The King's here and y'all ain't got nuttin' for us
We been anointed, stained glass in a six pointed
Philly, Brooklyn, hard rocks leave your jaws disjointed
If you ever speak blasphemy
I ain't home if the Grim Reaper knockin' ask for me
Intelligent Hoodlums overcome Tragedy
Priest gave the Ten Commandments, laid out the path for me to study
I already studied Ed Hardy, garments cover our bodies
Yankee turban, Don Julio cups of virgin
From the Nazareth lands of the urban
Brooklyn bullpen, the wolves are in
Full of sin, the saviors
The messiahs for rap music crucifiers
Acting like y'all banging hammers
We got the game in a tooth from the pliers
Try to break loose then feel the fire
The realest two, hear the truth from the writer
Yo, I'm from the Philly Masonic halls where cryptic and demonic thralls
Eagle so big we stroll with atomic balls
You don't know the rules breaking all kind of laws
The Last Testament; we gave you the final calls
Heed thy warning, hear the trumpets blow
It's the prophets of the ghetto where they pump the blow
The Bible or the pistol? Mud or the crystal?
We mastered disciples and this is all fiscal
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Real hip-hop, you know I'm saying?
We back, yeah, haha
JuJu Mob, G/Cip'
Yeah, Killah Priest
Yeah, Beautiful Minds
Beautiful Minds, ha!
Written by: E. Littlepage, Walter Reed
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