Lovers to Bed

[All lyrics by Aela Hopeful Monster]

 

Flowers

[prod. by Nicholas Craven]

 

My mama leaned under those Long Beach lemon trees

She picked the brightest one when she was pregnant with me

You see, that’s how I got my love for the bittersweet

Love’s a fleeting thing, it always seems to slip away from me

So I sit here reminiscing on those bright sun shiny days

before love packed up and said I’ll miss you Bae.

But he left me this bright little stone I keep in my pocket

It was smoothed by that snow-fed brook where I felt my first moment of bliss

So as sit here across from you,

let’s raise our glass and say cheers to those very few who

gave us those fleeting moments

and the feeling of true love’s first kiss

To be held tight for the first night – on that first time

That boy would grow into the man who held me thousands of nights

You see life is so bittersweet

but I pluck that lemon from that tree

Because love doesn’t happen everyday

But I’ll send it on its way

Here’s a kiss from me

Even fleetingly

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Mimosa Lessons I

(prod. by Stu Bangas)

 

I want this track to drip like velvet from my hips

Water my boy sips from deep cherry lips

effervescence – mimosa lessons

Harlem fly – I’m giving lessons

never stressing

Don’t worry I handle my eight benji electric bill

My verses kill – they electric drill

Flaming mics from French Guiana, South Sudan

I slay like Dirty Diana before Mike told that bitch take a hike

This that shit we bang in the whip

My man got that firm grip, quiet like hallow tips

He licks maracuyá licorice off my nips then moves to my hips

(Oooooo)

 

This that sound

The deep hollow drum before my verse hits the ground

Men follow me

I’m Moses over here parting the Red Sea

I’m the new matriarch

Poisonous as monarchs

Viceroy you be, you mimic me

You’re the seed

I’m the water, if I leave, you cease to be

I’m the autumn killing you trees

I bleed UV – bask in it

I’m cancerous

Thank me much for keeping it clutch

 

I see I inspire you

go write a dope verse or two

and maybe you can up your game

drive fast enough to enter my lane

and see me fly like Geraldine

I know you don’t get the reference,

take a history lesson

Geraldine Mock

1964

go look it up

Why I always gotta be the one to show you bitches what’s up

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Mimosa Lessons II

[prod by stlndrms]

I want this track to drip like velvet from my hips

Like water my boy sips from deep cherry lips

Never stressing – mimosa lessons

Harlem fly – I’m giving lessons

Don’t worry I handle my own

I’m flaming mics from French Guiana, South Sudan

I slay like Dirty Diana before Mike told that bitch – take a hike

This that shit

we bang in the whip

My man got that firm grip – quiet like hallow tips

He licks maracuyá licorice off my nips then moves to my hips

(Oooo)

This that sound:

The deep hollow drum before my verse hits the ground

Kiss the hollow of my neck

smelling of

Peat moss and foxglove

Brown flesh pressed against smooth wax

with my bars etched into it

The illest shit

Make those kicks lick

Feeling me wet against your lips

The brook smoothing the stone

Deep buttered rum

My man’s making me ——

Beats running on and on

When he’s finished me thrice

We call that midnight

My deep baritone

Come take me home

Sweet as fat-washed Scotch

Open the shades

I want the neighbors to watch

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Tsetse Fly

[prod. by Sultan Mir]

 

I got some shit I’ve gotta get of my chest

Sometimes,  I wish I could put one in these bitches’ heads

Girl, we think you’ve really got it

From where we sit, you better start bodying shit

Take them radio hits, put your bars on top of it

That’s how you get out the underground

(ya living in)

 

Man, fuck that shit

I love the underground

Dark hollow

My rats and I will run you cats to the ground

Your queen wept

when she saw my razor flush up against your neck

 

Deeper than

Missile silos

We the children gonna hollow out ya eyes

While your only sight

Is the darkness of night

This my kingdom, of endless time

 

The other day I made a vulture cry

Tears welled up deep in those beady eyes

Told these rats are mine

 

It’s

sweet starvation time

Let the calcium leach out your bones

When the protein is gone

your feathers will turn blond

Life’s a parasite too

Your own will start feeding on you

to hold on to a few

waking moments

Let the water drip

 

Yo,

let’s listen to it

 

Put on my favorite dress,

spun out of cobwebs

The Red Queen,

after they filled me with lead

And they left me for dead,

Bitch should have put one in my head

(pop pop)

cuz I resurrect instead

 

Now my tunnels run red

with me at the head

of Satyrs and wolves

We go outside

only to

howl at the moon

silver of the new moon

Pluck it from the sky

That’s my new knife: Tsetse Fly

 

I Just for fun, we went back in time

To this pub dimly lit

This man I trusted, he said

No seats left, except this one on my lap

 

I say yes

Let me introduce you to Tsetse Fly

 

I keep him laced with Trypanosoma brucei

When the sleeping sickness sets in

That’s when the fever begins

 

I know you always  dreamed of me topping you

Now I’m the the incubus compressing your chest

The whore atop the beast with three heads

The one the Christians all dread

 

When you shadow this rhyme, don’t fucking hit my line

Cuz I know what they said:

That girl’s unholy wicked

Ungodly

Maybe even a Wiccan

When the rapture comes, she’ll lose her head

 

First time I heard that

I was only ten, cuz I had a fairytale book in hand

She said

upstairs to bed, no dinner for you

Ungodly child, you

 

And I’m taking your books from you

Preachers wife thought she was setting me right

Ironic right?

Holy people, their souls are crippled

On and off the dust, they ain’t no one we can trust

 

Where was I

Oh yes, Tsetse Fly

I love him almost as much as I love my mic

He fillets rappers too

Boy, we’d love to dance with you

Put that needle in that smooth groove

Put your hands around my waist

My arms around your neck

Pick me up,

Lovers to bed

Dark fae will dance around my head

 

I love my roses red

But the soil went bad

So, I’ll gut you, paint them instead

Where’s your little white rabbit?

That bitch my new Autumn jacket

 

I’m the oil spilled on the rug

The stain you’d rather be blood

I’ll love you like a son

The enoch a mother shunned

Before you dance in my night

make sure winter solstice ain’t in sight

Cuz that night, my cloak runs across the sky

I’m choking out all the daylight

The Arctic wind is mine

Boreas blows on my time

and I’m the cold chill running deep through your spine

 

I’ll love you like a son

The enoch a mother shunned

That’s the cold shit I’m on

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Tallow 

[prod. by $aveme]

 

Ancient Goddess cloaked in the night

Walk on the roof, you see her light

Starlight, fire burns bright

Nebula bright, wish to keep her in sight

 

You dream of her kiss

beg for taste of her lips

Open her hips

Water lily succulent kiss

Water drips, what kind of venom is this?

 

Obtain, chain, insane

beg for red in her veins

Life of an ancient thing

Don’t play with that which you can’t understand

 

Only a King can break her chain

Turn it to desert sand,

but he can’t take her hand

 

It’s not about being a king

It’s being the flame who touches the world with beauty he brings

Lights up the eyes of those little feet and hands of the next generation

 

Now I’m hearing my man

fantasy again

fur against breasts

leather in hand

his caress

deep baritone

he takes me home

On his lap

Hands slap, slap my ass

 

Cheeks flush

red lips blush

endless lush

swallow him up

it’s not enough

pick me up

 

violent crush

back bends like a lotus under the weight of monsoons

notorious

 

beats in the background

only sound

Spit

Smooth

Venom

verse

Fuck, he’s a curse

Never wanted it worse

Puts pussy in a hearse

He’s the illest verse

 

Now he’s gone

two thousand eight hundred miles home

LA is warm

but I’m the sun

and the nightingale’s song

He’ll soon come – won’t be long

or I’ll summon the storm

 

Little swallow

tail winds hard to follow

Gut you like a deer

shot for the tallow

while Boreas blows

Arctic cold

nights adorn

fat burns warm

so I weather the storm

Ancient Goddess

cloaked in the night

walk on the roof

you see her light

Starlight

Fire burns – nebula bright

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