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letra de good noon (reprise) - nantes

[part 1 prod. by lucid soundz]
(intro)
dr. martin luther king, jr.: “now, if you read that parable in the book of luke, you will discover that this man utters about 60 words and do you know in 60 words he said ‘i’ and ‘my’ more than 15 times?”

(verse 1)
let’s make the best of the moment we have
let’s mature in a life that we grasp
and look upon all the traits that we share
like your million dollar smile and your nappy brown hair
i seeing you growin while you laughin with gigi and mom
i found a reason to live in the form of you, kid
in the cl-ss of hard knocks but i was never truant
distractions is bomin but i keep movin
and i stay fluent in the tongue of the dumb p-ssy n-ggas fumble quik kuz they think they the one
adolescents receive a blessing in the guise of a child
ready to face a challenge lest his world might end
less retribution will fade
render the conscious inert
expel fear from these bars, no matter how much pain
it will cause to a legend you aspire to be
you can help your mother, granny and care for your seed
are you blind to it n-gga?
the truth will set you free
son, i don’t know much so please listen up
fear drove me to do strange things so when you get my age
and feel this way, remember work through the night
you should strive for the day
my child of light, a young god in the image of man
sleep soft in the night and dream of the divinity
trapped inside your spirit, my son shines in infinity
definitive, father is talkin amongst the noon
when the sun shines bright to earn the hatred of the moon
father is talkin amongst the noon
when the sun shine bright and earn the hatred of the moon
you’re not doomed, i hear your cries
a rose blossoms and then we pay the price
what is the truth to a lie?
you’re not doomed, i hear your cries
what’s a death to a life?

(breakdown poem)
if you stood between my son and a bullet, would you stop it?
if our life was a film, would you watch it?
if this song was salvation, would you share it?
probably not because humanity can’t think past themselves or for themselves, what happened?
baby daddies left and momma was hesistant
children with no father when child support was irrelevant
you idolize the lies and make the wrong choices
blaming outsides forces but it’s only on you
believing the internet because it made ignorance and irreverence cool religion, cars, clothes, & hoes are the vices that drive me & you
i don’t think you would stop the bullet because you don’t know the truth
swear to god that you don’t know the truth
it resides me and resides in you
but you don’t know the truth
but you don’t know the truth

(hook)
did you raise a god or a man?
kuz he prayin’ to a lord that he don’t understand
did you raise a god or a man?
kuz he prayin’ to a lord that he don’t understand
son shining brightly, don’t take it lightly
son shining brightly, do not take it lightly

(verse 2)
put that strap down, n-gga
drop that act now, n-gga
use your real voice, does not sound like a threat
a middle finger to eulogies that you wrote as a kid
infatuation wit death, decaying rotting a mind
put more strength in your rhyme
call your son more now
murder procrastination with that long blade
which you used for incisions black morality made
sunshine still lurkin then we fight in the shade
revelations in haze, a conclave of hate
graphic thoughts of a man lettin go of his rage
the women, gone
the lying, finished
his conviction deserves more than a sentence
a paragraph indented with mentions of man’s measure
12 tracks to enact his attack on the demon within
an active victory if you’re still listenin’
diamonds blind the demon within who really hate me
flush him out with my simple flows and songs daily
don’t you judge me i’m progessin’
and lately, you cannot fade me
you cannot make me conform to the eyes of the norm
gotta x a man out like a n-gga name storm
you can never escape me
b-tch, i don’t have to
i will face you down you know my honor a tattoo
kuz yes, imma young father but b-tch just know this young man can rap too

(outro)
don’t move my body it’s full of resentment
the choices we make bring us to a stalemate in life
when you were needed -sighs-
the sordid confines of the flesh
in which a misguided child finds comfort
your comfort was needed and you p-ssed on weekends
a few years since your departure and they speak thusly of your flesh and blood
so i ask, “where are you, dad”?
sperm donor’s the only name in which you are known
my house, for years, has been a broken home
b-tch, if i had the power, i woulda k!lled you twice
look at my life, i wanted better and i know better kuz momma told me i was clever
but what did you do? dad, where were you when my momma had to scr-p wit erin?
when my sister was on the streets bleeding out of her f-ckin’ p-ssy, don’t you push me, you p-ssy
and where’s your father?
and where’s your father?

dr. martin luther king, jr. : “this man was a fool because he said ‘i’ and ‘my’ so much until he lost the capacity to say we and our”
[end of part 1]

(interlude)
-phone conversation between nantes and his grandmother-

[part 2 prod. by mjnichols]
oh, yeah
good noon
nuts and kids the movement
it ain’t over kuz the dream alive, you know?
granny still need that grammy
momma need a mansion
and my son need the best
me and my brother need some platinum plaques
and the world need to know……

(hook)
if my heart don’t beat, tell the beat don’t stop
if my heart don’t beat, tell the beat don’t stop
if my heart don’t beat, tell the beat don’t stop
if my heart don’t beat, tell the beat don’t stop
if my heart don’t beat, tell the beat don’t stop
if my heart don’t beat, tell the beat don’t stop
if my heart don’t beat, tell the beat don’t stop
ay, ay kuz they know this sh-t knock, ay

(verse 1)
and i’m glad that you made it
listen to the 12 tracks that cause revelation
you could have wit your dad or the lady of your dreams
chase that wit some hope for the kids
get a team, less talkin more action
gotta meet them goals
sample oldies call your mom
let her know how it go
show out with the flow, freestyle on ’em
yeah, yo sh-t simple flip it around on them
toggle the acoustics for the critical of crafts
study all the greats and figure out the science
focus emotion while you rhymin’ picture pic-sso
women and digits, playin’ shows you won the lotto
have faith and go far, that’s the motherf-ckin’ motto
surround yourself wit people who wanna see you shine
tell your girl pack a bag, take to trip and see the world
go to mother africa and bask in it so surreal
yeah, for real
you can do it, man
just believe and if your girl leave
grind hard and she’ll come back
you hear that beat then you attack like you still broke
don’t lose faith kuz you kan still grow
a business venture for your kid
teach him honor and respect and how to handle his sh-t
like he still on the ave
and when you touch that lab
n-gga real work
have faith and go far, that’s my real word

(hook)

(verse 2)
sittin’ in my momma room and i’m makin’ plan
on how to dominate my dreams with the mic in my hand
and i travel on the train plus my hair won’t grow
yeah, i’m happy to be nappy and at peace with baroque
how a label gonna market that?
let’s face the market facts: you either g-ngb-ng, a druggy, or just mainstream
i’m mobbin hard in the night, gotta digest a few beats and get my sh-t just right
bring the vision to attention of the illest with a flow
perfect the bars, collect the tinder
put money back then rock a show
be yourself and don’t chase women with a mind for misery
pursue the finer things like new mics and -ss-ssin’s creed
dreamcast 2 in the living room with yo son chillin’
while his momma feelin on the beige leather in that new lac
let’s make a new kid, climb in the back
oh, sh-t, just inspired a new rhyme
i need a huge budget for the rhymes to do stretches
i spit cold bars like a prison cell
subject matter bouncin, i gotta focus it
but the kid still praticin’, know this beat a surface so a n-gga slashin’ it
told my momma and granny i’m an activist
actively pursuin’ dreams with my back to stress
nantes good noon this just the half of it
westside young man with the blackest tint
this for aunty katey, mr. walter, alex and them
throw a fist up tell ’em that i’m back again

(hook)

(outro)
granny: “gone and make me a good album, we’ll talk to you later, babe”!
momma: “mommy gon’ call you back”!
nantes: “okay”
momma: “love you”!
nantes: “love you, too, momma”
momma: “okay”
nantes: “okay.”

-phones hangs up-
(end of side b)

- nantes

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