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Grape

Grape Revolution: Sipping Wisdom, Spitting Truth
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Lyrics

Let me flaunt the style, son, I think that the time's near

Expressing readiness to showcase a unique style, anticipating a significant moment.

Now the Tribe’s gone, who's gon' pick it up from here?

Reflecting on the absence of a predecessor (possibly referring to Tribe Called Quest) and questioning who will continue the legacy.

Let me volunteer, fuck it, someone’s gotta do it

Willing to volunteer for the task at hand, acknowledging the need for someone to take action.

This Burrata filled with lava got the Shining, Stanley Kubrick, little Bitch

Describing a powerful and shining presence, incorporating references to Burrata, lava, and Stanley Kubrick's "The Shining."

You are in the presence of the Don Dada

Asserting dominance and authority as the "Don Dada."

Ron Carter proper a baller like Paul Pogba

Comparing oneself to Ron Carter, a skilled musician, and Paul Pogba, a talented soccer player.

The mark of the stigmata in my palm, modesty

Noting a mark of the stigmata (religious wounds) with a sense of humility.

Check the catalogue yo, we’ve been crafting odysseys

Highlighting a history of creating epic journeys through music, encouraging a review of the catalog.

Yup, level Sophocles, level self-fulfilling prophecy

Mentioning Sophocles and the concept of self-fulfilling prophecy, suggesting a high level of artistic and personal achievement.

Level up, level landed aristocracy, ha

Elevating oneself to the status of aristocracy, indicating a significant advancement.

Former skateboarder turned crate hoarder

Revealing a past as a skateboarder turned collector of music crates.

Foraging explorer sipping orange wine from Georgia

Describing a curious explorer enjoying orange wine from Georgia.


Think dem a wicked man, send them, make them come

Expressing skepticism about individuals claiming to be wicked, gangsters, or monsters and challenging them to prove it.

Said them a gangster, send them, make them come

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Bout them a monster, send, them, make them come

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Send them, send them, send them, make them come

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Grape juice, pass that grape juice

Celebrating with grape juice, symbolizing a revolutionary breakthrough and a luxurious lifestyle.

Another revolutionary breakthrough

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Suede loops with the maple glazed drum track

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Slaughter all that thug rap, it’s water off a duck's back

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Grape juice, bitch, sipping grape juice

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Yeah that's how we living, gotta make moves

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Full palette - primary and opaque hues

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No escape route, ornithology

Indicating a lack of escape, possibly metaphorical, and referencing ornithology (study of birds).


I'm the second incarnation of Blazin Hazen

Comparing oneself to Blazin Hazen, Harry Kane, and Gary Payton, with a mention of twisting Mary Jane (marijuana).

With a hint of Harry Kane and Gary Payton

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When I twist the Mary Jane more like Larry David

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Situation's getting Eastern European hairy, shave it

Describing a challenging situation, referencing Eastern Europe, and addressing old habits and open caskets.

Wax it, strap it down and melt the plastic

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Rap-napped the speech and the beats are getting catfished

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Gremlins going guano with the flow, gold bat shit

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Tryna break them old habits, rolling out the open caskets

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Going viral like Ebola catchers, cold molasses

Using vivid imagery to describe going viral, holding glasses, and pouring a splash in various settings.

Ey yo, the masses, hold the glasses, shake all your asses

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Fold a flag in half, scatter ashes over pastures

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Pour a splash into the growing grass, moments pass

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No damn flask of brand cognac

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This ain't no rough night out with no bar tab

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In the alumni lounge we kick far back

Enjoying grape juice in a relaxed setting, contrasting it with traditional cocktail rounds.

When we sip the juice with skin contact

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So put your Bud Lites down and drink all nat'

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This ain't no cocktail round with no bar tab

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In the alumni lounge we kick far back

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When we sip the juice with skin contact

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Think dem a wicked man, send them, make them come

Repeating the challenge to those claiming to be wicked, gangsters, or monsters, urging them to prove themselves.

Said them a gangster, send them, make them come

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Bout them a monster, send, them, make them come

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Send them, send them, send them, make them come

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Boy, them gon' flip and make me rise, the bone crusher

Describing confrontations and challenges, including references to bone crushing, Russian equipment, and informers.

Brand new equipment imported from Russia

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First boy we see start to melt like a butter

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And who gon' violate and get find ina di gutter

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Friend get bite by the cops and start stutter

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Gon give information and sing like an Usher

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Crazy amount of slug man they can't take the pressure

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Informer said him couldn't do no better

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Boy, them not brave enough

Asserting that certain individuals are not brave enough, both in terms of bravery and commitment to a cause.

Them not fighting for no cause, cause them no brave enough

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Them think they bad like a yard, but still nah brave enough

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Ready fi put them on pause cause them no brave enough

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None of them no brave enough

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Think dem a wicked man, send them, make them come

Reiterating the challenge for those claiming to be wicked, gangsters, or monsters to prove themselves.

Said them a gangster, send them, make them come

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Bout them a monster, send, them, make them come

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Send them, send them, send them, make them come

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