Invisible Man/ Oliver Twist

by Willa Dustice

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1.	Invisible Man 04:17	lyrics	buy track
Low down, deep south, James Brown I’m a mean motherfucker just running my mouth Leave a door open get shot up inside your own house I don’t know nothin nigga uh I ain’t allowed Disavowed ain’t American ain’t Africa bound If I get a little money I’ll get the fuck out Ain’t Kunta Kinte I’ll take it back pound for pound You can bet that my conscience will allow Ain’t conscious I’m rambunctious with the vowels At the function with a stare that’s like a mile Like Sekiro creeping up behind you foul Handicapped but that will never keep me down Pity that y’all ain't aware, looking around Lemme use that to my advantage now Stay asleep long enough to wind up in the ground Stay lost nigga don’t get found , You can look right through me Ain’t too much round here too keep me sane You can front like you don’t need me While you push us all out of the way You can look right through me Take a plug and I’ll feel no pain Oh so oh so disapproving But when I need you , you look away Fact is I ain’t even here I’m just around I disappear into the fear of thems from outta town Though we are the myriad they only reportedly experience Legions demons I been thinking out loud Let down by my bit of diaspora , I got no cash but I ‘ll sure die with visa My piece of the pie , 155 years past my due , I’m a little rude Forty acres and a mule seeing what it do Reparations is the least they coulda done Really who are you America ? It’s embarrassing cuz I think that I had more to do with the ruse than I wanted to It’s apparent to me despite my tude that I’ve become invisible aint that some shit They coo this nation indivisible but made us ⅗ On my typical high yellow bullshit guess I’m ⅘ guilty but one whole pissed off negro You can look right through me Ain’t too much round here too keep me sane You can front like you don’t need me While you push us all out of the way You can look right through me Take a plug and I’ll feel no pain Oh so oh so disapproving But when I need you , you look away Y’all betta hope there ain’t no God No judgment that takes the truth in y’all’s heart Politicians are liars cheats and thieves And they speak a hateful language to keep these white folks geeked I need material not another painted street I need some medicine so I can get back on my feet I need policy and not some half-assed apology But y’all don’t see me and I don’t even think I can be seen
2.	Oliver Twist 03:00	lyrics	buy track
Cholly, kingpin like golly In the shit, on his tip exposing mankind’s folly ‘lectric he spit, limerick, the mad melancholy He heard that you been naughty Making your diapers soggy There ain’t no changing shit It’s a different day but I’m still reigning and fit Angry capitalist, what you snacking on bitch Ain’t naught I won’t take, no defense I won’t break Hope you packed an extra sandwich cause it’s Cholly Day Out the way of the holiday, slight in stature but still get atcha Cholly on the microphone gotcha enraptured You say I want some more You say I’ll take what’s mine Think this will grow forever But I ain’t got the time Tick, tock nigga look at the clock Don’t ya hear the alarm ringing Hear that shit drop, don’t ya hear the birds singing Smell the bacon sizzling, ain’t using your senses Ain’t present is you Yah That’s cool so let’s get these loans figured Ya know you might not be so long-lived It’s cold but think of the future for your kid’s and grandchillen Don’t want ‘ em grown up looking broke nigga Gotta be making six figures You say I want some more You say I’ll take what’s mine Think this will grow forever But I ain’t got the time Let Willie catch a strut in his step, bump in his stride Armor on, I abide in the holler with Godric Smoking ganja with house elves, low class my blood it don’t mix well Ah hell he ain’t alive he’s a mulatto Flow hard to follow like Muhammad Ali on the audio Apallin ‘ how Willie show the status quo so low And y’all devote your time to fools and false idols Entitled to your sense of well-being, the shiny quality of your things How many euros you reckon a soul brings ? Girdled in the armor of the free market dream Aren't you worried about sinking

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released December 4, 2020

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Willa Dustice Nashville, Tennessee

Willa Dustice is just making her some funky music. A TN native tryna stretch out a bit. Badu's weird cousin from the holler. Genre-bending flannel-soul. She does all her own stunts.

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