Dust.

By Sarob.

On noon.

Released on April 14, 2014

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Step off the plane like namaste nigga

Y'all don't really see ya boy black fathers day nigga

I don't really see the ploy, fuck y'all been sayin nigga

Now they tryna come and call me a novice? lol

Emcee extraordinaire, sure i guess you're sorta rare

Ivy league mind, shit i just couldn't afford it there

Stymied dreams, fine

Shit I'll be there soon

Shit I'll be there soon

Pop ya pupils pop ya two pills hop the trolley back to blue ridge scoff the new bloods rock the rulers—rick and lurid shtick looming

Highfalutin, hock eluding

Wasting days that I spent by myself

You couldn't help, only matter with the matter was me

Turned the resurrection and it knocked the l's off the shelf

Shared the essence...blessed is my tepid debris