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Lemonade EP

by Cavalier

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1.
adlibs: "What do you do everyday? What you do everyday, you know, that's what you're about. That's what you're on. I think. These thoughts.. I do this everyday. Let me hit that one more time." Verse I'm trynna hold to things my momma told me Untying from all the wrongs my poppa showed me Shouts to the crack babies, that mean all of us We in the trap cuz captains and officers be at war wit us Sages in these streets of rage, housing mean that people caged, we prosper via proxy oxy moronic, even the prophets need a decent wage, 'for the Milo hit the mouths of babes I know a missle silo settin aim, at a house of clay My bodega ahki greet me like "yo" we both the same He used to keep a picture of him like 8, holdin an AK no frame from your Crate and Barrel the riddle from the sphinx is how can you escape from the arrow wit the lasso if you only walk the straight and narrow Could travel Soul plane's flight plan to a City of los angelese The lamb could never go ham but jammed Barmitzvahs at the hammerstein I'm a worldly man it seems
2.
New Flip 03:10
We was dealers not killers didn't give a middle finger if they didn't feel us Instead of flippin pizzles now it's really how you bill us They thinkin' that they real, I just let they gas fill up like boy That jazz get tossed, Uncle Phillip out the door Adoyee imbecile let them devils cut your deal I'm a rebel, seventh seal open up sesame Only one leaf left on the scale refugee recipe These the breaks, them the stakes They like mine "too ornate", my order gourmet Keep eye your way yute, you all in my plate yute The way I'm trynna play it don't require your play book Let the paper collate and find an escape route My Dijonaise is having trees and a dame to relate to And you chillin with them bishes? My wisdom look delicious She know the scripture scroll a swisher, help me find a buena vista I'm going for consistent hard ice, steam or the liquid It's all water when you know efficience Verse 2 My shine haveth no chill, brilliance All cut no pill can't build resilience Race to be king of the hill top, before I'm over the hill or top rated in my field or Nielsen's Build with the Gs, we're the guild of the last dying breeds we're skilled with the peel and the squeeze See I got the juice for the spoils, no spilt milk for this cheese Bedroom bully Tea since she's a beach not a tease Catch me with a sweet bag of guineps, in a cul-de-sac Coolin with my sack in the breeze, she a pin-up But try to foil it's a Reynolds, cuz a nigga aint wrapped too tight Loose leaves, hit it when it's fat and it's kickin Bruce Bruce Lees Chief all about his business, some got the gab but not the gift I'm Lil' Mo, Gabby Sidibe that's Super Star, Precious Son doolop, is prove tested Throw the line out, it go deep proficient
3.
<talking> "Guess what? The lake of fire does exist. Hear? And you're either gonna wind up in immortal glorification or the lake of fire where the doomed of all ages mingle and commingle their voices, in such a diabolical way that it's inconceivable to man's mortal consciousness" Verse 1 Prototype poetry innoculate em chemtrail trace odor to they face html code, culture copy and paste college fund say my mind is terrible to waste but still I find peril in the streets These aint bars if the words are free Each paragraph wise for kids who got no paras or with I.E.P.s Where they make dreams surrender same streets the seeds arrested The beast is tempted Our memories and our mummies dismembered they even selling off our placentas got my old earth and the whole earth off center my axis tormented, once bitten only sip the apple fermented ripple effects; kids beware of these droogs, strangers with candy we're dazed and confused, thug's the new dandy you can still find me riding dirty, Broadway and Chauncey Hopes are still haunted, when my jewels form it's Infinity Gauntlet Knock knock, door steps The paint is aged but it's shiny still rocking 'Lo that I copped in the 90s but there's something bout the timing Granny's hymnal like "devil get behind me" Verse 2 If you can't see or be yourself, your mirror's broken That's not the point of smokin' you're caught up in the moment They got your voice tapped what you gonna do Destruction to the source, swine flu or typhoon cuz if it was really about how much the pot roast exotic smoke dope quotables, concubines with the flyest chochas it'd be too much to quote, overkill, murder he wrote, thrill seeking the drill they run to will against my Kujichagulia I know Maroons who teach and goons who got careers and they say "Beware of these droogs.." Only lead to ulcers, Eagle finds a vulture let's take a Tebow knee-grow league, lord help us Can't see what we believe, they've applied all filters and from the wings the fade heavenly pen got jade energy, Iman like an imam bless this bomb so I could Tel Aviv, return of the knight black Bela Lugosi, ghost of the White-flight The new organic grocery don't sell my old spice... chill
4.
Ayo I come inna di dance with a spliff of Sensi x 3 I come inna di dance widdit I send mine to my heavenly father to whom I give thanks and praise Come again I said I'm born with grace from my holy mother whom giveth mine my first day < as I stand up from my palace sippin from my chalice > Aye son, move at a constant I'm lighting mine here you pose a bomb threat You're not reading the signs here, you're out of context Reaching like you have a mind to, let me make you conscious like "Oh no" With no flinching I see dem hand inch out, mind fixing to hit mine Like dem blowing a kiss out, like "Oh no" On my job give dem a print out Though we clean up nice, still give dem a rinse out, wash you don't lock eyes, got the third one wide, wired high from my tetrahydro Can I glide through, the Jedi, red eye, sense bad viddibes like antennae Keep cypher sealed tight Samsonite You know Moses stand on Mount Sinai Burning bush, my Kush only gods I stand by I come inna di dance with a spliff of Sensi
5.
Verse 1 Still giving a fuck though if I keep it basic not trynna waste it over thinking patience racing to hold a fluid thought with confusing forks on my walkway, the musk "Strangé" but when it comes to this boom, nigga we Pompei <all day> Could lick the sweat off the cheek of it, so close Something to roast, So-Co, toast when time's hard I draw my high magician card measure the distance of what's missing it's by design, hit the spot They merely study ways to be famous they not taming their lizard brain They don't see the plain nor the rain in the desert They don't know what he tapping into, what he put in his vein They numb to the pain, the effervescent Still, all these indecent horrors still harbor a decent aura got to Start feeling sorry for yourself the army of darkness got you Shouts to my brother Troy, sorry I aint get to stop you from offing yourself, what could I offer you as possible Faces I still see in the crowd like constellations The space between dreaming and drowning like a conversation Some only seek the laws of preservation I've made it this far today must be my coronation, king me. Chorus I'm trynna make it all across the board, king me x8 Verse 2 After I'm gone play my shit backwards, flash of a sulfur match Let the flame capture the spirit of my message after the fact Cuz it was more "Stay Black" than it was Maybach dippin though I was flippin the bird at flatfoots, flippin a pack like flapjacks Smoke em down to the filter, some of the acts was abstract Smiles crack, backs get bitten written off files, tax break victims hittin the days payroll We overcast smoke, grey skulls Same fate for bae bro, "too little too late", like a day old, same ole survey saying I aint escaping unscathed Serving your life or serving for murdering your own chains Cliche they say for Black men to say they're kings But on replay they blast every way they think they we aint Bearing a heavy cross at every station I've brought it this far, today must be my coronation, king me Chorus
6.
Commitment 04:29
Chorus Commitment, to this energy writing it down from memory so it's preserved Commited, often stated like it's dedication or maybe I've observed Commitment, when you believe so faithfully that your peoples check you in like "you crazy G" Commitment, you committed Verse 1 First crime committed didn't mean to mislead you to believe I was single, whatever that means I know you can smell her on me Holding you back like me verse an army bashful, the mask you accessory to this collabo but then walk past looking back like at me like yo Fast forward many orgasmic splash boatloads, tadpoles <you asshole> How to ruin a birthday party Let them both be invited, show up sloppy drunk, don't say you're sorry You thought she wouldn't attend? It's a life event, oh right we playing pretend like this might could end in our best interest We should be committed, commitment Chorus Verse 2 Who's at your side when your momma dies When pride aint let you apologize Who lets it slide, turns a blind eye When nighty nights turn to white lies Oh, you thought you were fooling somebody, right commitment I chose to stay when you went astray and chose to lay with your ex when I was on vacay with the fam I must be fucking crazy commitment We should be committed
7.
Dat Lah 02:03 video
I hit it hard, I hit it deep x 6 Verse What happens when that bad juju hits this good mojo who wrapped my good good in this old fronto full scans of the who's who's makes ya fam look so-so Your cast do get "boos" your show gets canceled This not braggadocio, bravado, machismo When I dismount it's bravo and my brothers el mismo You know Cavito bang and Iman got beats though I'm just saying to you, I'm not playing with you It's easy to catch a wave, Sign(sine) up or cosign(cosine) who's destined to ride the crest though? Cowabunga glide, it gets easy after the grey my night's black on every day Fireworks look nice in the sky, I smile lighting up mine and hit it hard, hit it deep From sleep I depart but got soul to keep Dusk and day break dust to dust full sweep It's a lot that can happen between now and a dream I hit it hard, I hit it deep x 4
8.
The Dirge 02:44
Chorus It's unfair, I got them looking for their second line but don't fret mon frere, I'm like "oh yeah" two stepping on your second line We out here, but in the house at the same time X 2 Verse Long horn, blood spilling through the bugle got to stretch your noodle longer just to make it through tomorrow Duly noted, this not just doodling thoughts This the type of boogaloo at your funeral march ever since Mulignans, got em thinking it's cool to call me "Moolie" if my goonie-goo-goos here that they'd be duly departed They clearly never seen Bamboozled how they do Delacroix or reared the fruit of Islam Quote Pootie Tang on em like, fuckin stupid if you thinking that's a muted response Strong arm only Louis, no 13th or Vuitton Keep you in my loop but watch my boomerang toss I'm always on the move cuz I'm always in route to Brooknam Don't be confused, spit it fluently Can't take me to school, got truancy issues at large Inshallah the feds aint pursuing me I'm just doing me or so it seems until they google my art Chorus X 2
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Verse 1 Quelle Chris It's like moths to the lost, like thoughts to the lit up this the Anthem the H to the ez-L I'm caught up in the moment grab a plate for your bo Fuck ducks in a row I just hope there's enough roaches to fill this blunt or that bowl, short term goals Guess I'm successful in that light but that's like as far as it goes, so Peep the linear notes this the song that the world wrote that I decided to quote for yal Still the same shallow nigga saying deep shit chants that I learned in the deep pit How many burns on my index concerned texts from contacts just add to the off beat I heard this pattern first flipped by the cross streets 'fo they auto synched with my heart beat bro. Chorus Iman Omari You wanna know, how and where do we go All we need is a tuck and a roll All we need is the bass and some soul All we need is the good vibes and so on... On on on Verse 2 Cavalier If the creek don't rise, the body count will Everybody dies in the summer La petite mort that time always seems to tell meantime got five on a dime or five on a number Heat of the night got this pile of milestone problems disguised as your lover A sweet syrup to serenade, it's only on lean because I can't seem to set it straight In keys only sung by the feinds, everything cold like the survival isle She kill me with the head she my Kali ma There's divinity in here I smoke the dalai lah Lay flat to this sticky trap, this a household issue after those words out my mouth, I doubt she kiss you regret tastes like cigarette second hand I beat myself up trynna be the better man, overstand Chorus Iman Omari You wanna know, how and where do we go All we need is a tuck and a roll All we need is the bass and some soul All we need is the good vibes and so on... On on on
10.
Q: "..and twice the weed too." B: "That's right. That's right. and then you gotta smoke that shit wet, cuz if it dry it's gonna crumble. I be like man, I've been smoking weed all my fuckin life almost. Ain't down with that shit yal is, cigar." Q: "They be rolling them blunts all wet too." B: "Blunts! Yeah you gotta be smoking that spit. I be like fuck this nigga I be thumbing them muthafuckas" Verse It's unknown this poetry in motion The bleeding out the mouth but still smoke it Can't read it out loud, but if he see it know he know it Psycho but slow knife precise though last termite that might chew through the lightbulb it's Bywater blues the real steel magnolias No Algiers round here, this new Angola I can hear it in the plants, there's sunshine in there somewhere I aint lying even in that big sky it right there It's been some years you don't hear about the Fresh Air Fund They must've cleaned up all the ghettos when the welfare cut So here's my blue bag of bottles lady feed seeds with that But don't buy dreams, can't buy a full night's sleep with that Nowadays gentrification means stay away from Malcolm X and that be the name of the street Anyway why bother to demonstrate they air the Godfather on Thanksgiving Day pull back the foil to not deflect prayers on dinner platers I only get fired up to make tears disintegrate Before my levees break, out the huddle let's break the struggle on three We've been out here too long, I got brothers to keep, lord

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Cavalier and Iman Omari release their anticipated collaborative project "LemOnade" on the Vibe Music Collective imprint. Featuring contributions from P.U.D.G.E., Norvis Jr., and frequent collaborator Quelle Chris, the project was conceived and recorded primarily during the duo's stint in New Orleans.
"LemOnade" is a sincere, rough edged, intimate dose which plays more like a score than your average "mixtape".

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released September 23, 2015

Written by Cavalier
Prod by Iman Omari (except where noted)
Mixed by Iman Omari and BaeBro
Special thanks to Malik Abdul-Rahmaan
Album photos by Kalada Halliday @BKLYNBikeSupply
Executive produced by Cavalier & Iman Omari
Recorded in New Orleans, Austin, & Newark
Vibe Music Collective

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