Jamal J. - Nephilim Takes Flight

Spitting seven-six-two's, I'm Dragunov
Turn your insides to Beef Straganoff
Russian manufactured guns that's what they pass me off
With this immaculate pen, took less than nine months for this conception again
This tale had it's genesis in severing man from sin
Might take me several years to make amends with him
I feel me falling like a Nephilim, on my back it's wings with no clear span like I never knew the full extent of my flight plan
Hoping for love on the land of sin
Thug love, gangsta love, you gotta find it within
Club soda and Cranberry, I mix it with the Gin
Voicing my sober thoughts on who might be pulling strings and playing them like violins
Instrumentals played in the rain and uncoincidentally on a whim
You in that jam, you take that elbow to the chin
God forbid, don't drown in your sorrows if you're breastroking in the liquor storage bin
Weed smoke caught in the forest wind
Calm drip like a Saks Fifth mannequin
Y'all niggas window shopping the cheapest shit that I can get
Hope for love
I'm hoping for a longer flight, how I stay fly since a kid when I was yay high
Like I smoked a whole trey five
I reside in cloud nine
Man I stay high
Finna take flight
Take flight
Yo
There is no calamity greater than lavish desires
There is no greater guilt than discontentment
And there is no greater disaster than greed

Written by:
Jamal Jaffa, Lamin Jalloh

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