rEVOLution of EVOLution

Verse 1: E L U C I D]

Ugh, off the strength, I’m not as numb as I thought

I’m broken links, my circle shrinking smaller

Satellite revolve, my core is a cauldron

Surrendered orbits

Cross-check what's really real and what’s performance

Speak for self, but wondering who else really on it

Who’s really all in?

(Hello) Trouble calling

My phone don’t ping, I’m buzzed, leave me alone

Truth with a stash pocket for a lie

The document is alive, I speak life

Every border gets revised if dissolved

What defines what is charged?

Haven’t made up my mind if I’m assigned to the stars

I slide when I want, I’m inside of the funk, trust

She want up when it dump, it came from the sludge

Involuntary, shooting foundations in studs

Tears and snot bubbles, sob puddles

I lay in the wet spot

Listen, let’s not conflate, I give what I take

It’s the hunt, there is the chase

Some talk like they never got punched in the face

You can’t see clearly now, don’t come near me

Wails of the weary, loop max infinite

Draw me closer, damn near intimate

[Interlude]

And I’ll give you a kiss

(*Smooch*)

[Verse 2: billy woods]

The flier said “Grown and Sexy”

I came through over-proofing the plastic Pepsi bottle

Security didn’t check me

Skipped coat check, they playin’ the oldies

I'ma go ‘head and get sweaty

Plus saved the ten-piece

It’s hell up in Harlem, so meet me 'cross 110th Street

If the tree’s a bargain, bars—that don’t really tempt me

I’m from where every car foreign

And we drive 'em on empty (Zimbabwe)

Bury me in a borrowed suit

Give my babies my rhyme books, but tell 'em, “Do you”

Give my enemies the good news: Time flew

We was probably brothers back then like T-R-U

No jerseys, no durags, hard-bottom shoes

Niggas tired of the foolishness

No disrespect, it’s a lotta mids in the room

My pack loud, cut right through

Kofi Annan in the booth, Soyinka in the stu’

Sese Seko Mobutu if the DJ play something smooth (Slide on 'em)

It’s a move, I don’t dance, but maybe tonight, maybe tonight

I don’t know her and I don’t even mind if it is the strobe light

Live for the living

I made chicken late night in my boxers, burning up the kitchen

She passed out right when I was done fixing

I watch reruns in the dark, fingers and lips glistening

[Interlude]

Ooh, get 'em

I’m so damn proud of myself

I did this for you, G, alright?

[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]

Been to there and back, tall tales tossed to the breeze

We keep facts in the midnight wax, family tree sap

Light leak through the leaves on familiar tracks

I know it’s real even when I’m feeling bad

Resilient as they built the black

She shimmy into the—yeah, that’s consent gettin’ established

You only trash if you trash, I keep it simple and dynamic

Trust the passage rites to life’s chapters

I have to write to find balance

This game of telephone massive

I do what I have to with the fragments

The madness method rampant these days, I let the panic pass me

Featherweight, my heart was straight despite baggage

Asymptomatic, but I get sick of the delays—faster, faster

Practicing practice in what I preach, keep pace

The calcium on my teeth fade

Streets are blazed with the anger complacency and deceit create

Ice sheet break, I couldn’t weave weight

All I could say to the times that I couldn’t freeze-frame, bleak fate

You got so much to bleed to clean-slate (I’ve got so much of my—)

The bag of tricks in my sleeve breaks

Southpaw under the North Star, forcing all the league changes

(I’ve got so) Don’t sleep late

[Outro]

I, I’ve got so much

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This quarantine has left me in front of the mirror a lot. A lot of time to reflect on life. A topic that keeps coming back is love.

In the past, my idea of love was a feeling that I felt was indescribable. A feeling deep down that you never knew how to describe it but you knew it was there.

As I grow older and have experienced life, I don’t really think of love as a feeling anymore.

I think of love as an action. It takes a conscious decision to love someone or something. In order to love, you have to tend, nuture, affirm, and care. All of these things are a part of the foundation for love but these things alone do not constitute love. There has to be a certain sense of trust. You have to be willing to pour yourself into whatever you love. Love is labor and just like any other labor, it pays to see the fruit of your labor, whether with self-love or the love you show to something/someone else.

The promise I’m making to myself going forward is to be more present with the love in my life. I want my love to have a presence. I want people to know I love them, not just by saying it, but by doing it.

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