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Snapshots

by junclassic

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Verse 1 Their best rhymes bore me like a bed time story accept my warning or the headline’s gory they rose like a flower got exposed without a shower dove like Tony with his nose in the powder i try to be humble don’t do a lot of yelling always been quick to admit i’m not a felon but i done did dirt without caring who saw push me to the limit i’ll be down to do more not everybody from the the hood is hard game of spades only one of the ways they may pull ya card strong survive on the boulevard got my 300 pounds doing rounds on the pull up bar people talking to me thats a luxury i only talk when i got a mic in front of me so if its time to move i’m down to walk the route in the end its action that people talk about Hook Hurt me and you wont find mercy in the moment a master only clash with the worthiest opponent i form a solid stance like a thousand ants cross me there is not a chance for an olive branch Verse 2 Scripture my lyrics are the pictures of a spirit supermodel misses hoppin outta Honda civics a minute in the trenches like a midget losing inches costly life is a B word bossy ain’t no choice but to live it to the fullest either take a shot or you fittin to get some bullets world break a man just to make him take a stand try to make the band and just play into they hands be on a hot block cold chillin cop a squat watch the plot thicken like an old villain jun and giallo like Pablo and Gustavo getting too old for beef you got falafel? battle scar as my avatar rather eat cheap caviar at a salad bar than rap with y'all putting up walls as they crumbling around you winner take all and the scoundrels got they mouth full Hook 2 Hurt me and you wont find mercy in the moment a master only clash with the worthiest opponent i form a solid stance like a thousand ants cross me there is not a chance for an olive branch
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96 97 02:25
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Take it Back 02:38
Verse 1 Think of Brooklyn in the 80s when i’m looking at the babies wasn’t just the rappers that was pushing a Mercedes brothers doing dirt while the government encouraged it i ain’t never seen fiends beam up to the mothership but had to accept the after effect of what crack did to families the savage neglect some of my brothers came from hell they raised themselves seem like jail the only way that they’d excel but we so much more what they loathe us for get denied loans when we try to own one store in a neighborhood thats disappearing made it good when your parent wanted no way near it now they would for their good kid to inherit how could they forget they don’t deserve the merit they never earned the credit never signed up in that school of hard knocks better leave the diamonds and the jewels for the hard rocks Hook Back when the Panthers took back the block as the world burns we turn back the clock back when the cops were backing out the glock they still doing that Black kids are getting shot back when the crack was flooding the black top as the world burns we turn back the clock back when the glocks would pop when it was hot they still doing that Black men are getting got Verse 2 Tallest in my little league thought i’d make it really big before i ran with y'all had to crawl like a millipede took forever for me to get my first hit young Hispanic pitcher grillin like i wasn’t worth spit just knew he would strike me out final count cocked the bat back swung harder than a Tyson bout hit the ball so hard almost forgot to run stopped in shock knowing my pop was watching his son in that moment wasn’t nothing i couldn't become nowadays i think about what i shouldn’t have done wasting sacred time ain’t a favorite trait of mine even Puff had to find another way to Shine so when i look back i see cooked crack Nicky Barnes Harlem dope lines for good smack 2 million incarcerated what would be the odds i made it ain’t a game of cards we playing i’m saying we conversating Hook 2 Back when the Panthers took back the block as the world burns we turn back the clock back when the cops were backing out the glock they still doing that Black kids are getting shot Back when the crack was flooding the black top as the world burns we turn back the clock back when the glocks would pop when it was hot they still doing that Black men are getting got
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Oh who me? Ha… my name junMaf*ckn Verse 1 Pretty certain I’m looking like a silly person do this at my leisure like its really working money dwindling you be switching lanes without signaling and i ain’t got the kinda time for mingling feeling like there last jazz player still trying to figure out why you mad hater? thats a sad state of affairs and we aging in years took stock early glad i traded my shares doo wopping while ya new boo crew hopping whippersnapper you should let me take you shoe shopping if you lucky might ca even get this money think you ca turn 10 to 20 in a hurry? general generator genuine draft in a pissy elevator i developed my craft dipped through housing all year when the crowd is all there but its weird seeing kids with the thousand yard stare somebody lied to me or i need a lobotomy all that concentrated poverty nobody hit the lottery? back in the day my favorite game was Monopoly now my best bet’s a shopping spree at The Dollar Tree? cold out here hope you got yo heat cats quick to get salty its not so sweet like a porcupine spine you cannot hold me been in the street too long know where the pot holes be Nah mean that was just a little taste but you don’t feel me though oh word? Verse 2 Battle whoever we not compatible fella irritated by your existence like grammatical errors in my most passionate letters dipped in old pics immaculate leathers but we was amateurs at handing pressure live with resent get when given respect and repent when i meant a threat that i regret and yet i’m very satisfied if i had to actualize battle cries make that saddle crackle till the cattle dies lotta cheeba let it burn like gonorrhea long its the sound of that loud onomatopoeia give a fever to a nonbeliever and grab the mic with the same calm demeanor used to palm the heater men of glory in my territory from 40 to Baisley so many storied shorties came before me my game was corny ladies they’d ignore me till one day thinking if i could make em horny maybe then they’d adore me started early i was Charlie Murphy Bob was Eddie my brother said i was very spoiled my Tom was Petty i was born with a big body my arms been heavy always admired the calm and deadly when they wanted plenty and got it rocking till shit is popping with different options and we glowing like Jesse Owens with Hitler watching my committee made the inner city pretty running with kids who bumped Biggie when he was skinny
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Asphixiation 02:15

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giallo Point and i started working together before the pandemic. We made a project dedicated to our love for HipHop culture. Beats that thump. Rhymes that capture the essence of yesteryear. Hence the title.

All cuts, production, mixing and mastering courtesy of giallo Point.

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released March 7, 2023

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junclassic Queens, New York

junclassic is NOT Your average emcee. His voice is striking, something between the weighted baritone of a Bigge Smalls coupled with the streetwise snarl of a Prodigy. He often speaks in daily life narratives, barely escaping the pitfalls of New York City. Refreshingly candid, jun highlights the emotional burdens of Afrocentric modernity, a middle-aged Black man trying to make it all make sense. ... more

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