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In Plain Sight

by d.o.n.

Take A Walk 00:00 / 01:42

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1.
In Plain Sight 02:36
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Vs 1 You didn't notice him ghosting you at the grocers amid the produce? he hid in the kale, collard, and parsley, part of the foliage, maybe he's charred (chard) dark as a spade, the opposite of sparkling chardonnay, presently sparse, converse adjacent, maybe evade, urgent purveyor of personal space, if violated, im flagrant agent orange convey it, telling the seeds about the saga, the pupils, teaching the babies, loosen the lasso, undoing noose gagging a layman, saturate a sadist with these sackcloth statements, and still achieve nil to satiate unstable nature, don't fall face first in farce it's all larping, 3 card Molly, petty larceny artistry, larger than lust, you gotta love the crust, gotta recall the crux, and every tidal flux til ash and dust ascent asunder us, I was meant to muster, I often tussle with bitter, then I consider simp aint an option, im sent to cinder, Vs 2 Out that vapor born of the southern mist Grave matters amalgamate to this scathing narrative made labyrinthine penned by descendents of slaves baring resemblance we jettison jinx laid by the pale assailants A generational jux, had the carolers wailing shout to the heralds hollering warning, repent or perish but in the place of alarm, the composures unsettling  corrosion found from breast to the underbelly from nola home of the water levels and weathered levees lead bussas, and head hunters, hustlers led em chemical doom, the swan song of Blind Melon, it's where I honed ink blots to indelible sketches Rorschach over snare snaps, and rare segments telegrams from out the days when the talcum coagulated with the baking, soda and loaves were calculated, function begets form, the Kid fit the description, with verve of an introvert, word to the pensive.
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Take A Walk 01:42
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Still creature out lagoon, Bobby Fisher of the bog, wage apes relegated to where tail wags dog Hoping larva evolve beyond lulls of a Darvocet resolve, or emulse as a mollusk to the salt, phenotype dark as pinot noir child of the Son tar baby Zartan, marginalized and shunned, marred by the arcane, pixilated fixation, czar of the mall arcade, able to scrawl carnage through droning aches, appropriation, lowered bars, soaring stakes, the predatory prone to hoarding grain, engorged by gain. mope mask stoic not a gollywog gasp, paddy roller stallion gallop,with lariat to match thought the artifice of larceny would supplement the lack, so that bolt cutter revolt was stoked, hold your stash parody snared in pageantry,slapstick tapestry my steez happily pathogen, thank you all for tapping in, no pacifist, dispassionately jagged, stagger with a chattle brand dagger slashed,  like a double cross magnet, dusty wing flutter moth, furthermore candle-lit silhouetted, super pred threat, you know how blacks get, won't tie you up or mire you in mystery, I'm basically back minus the customary moonwalk on the welcome mat
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No Laurels 03:19
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Vs 1 Here go tha blurt blight verse from a thirst trap captain,  bronze Biden grief grope advent, Epstein seeing how the ill gotten transactions happen, yet kept it under wraps like a gym class accident, the luminol revealed taint of squirt stained mattress, im coming for the first place placard, up from the haggard homestead,  mapping grand glass palaces, adding familiarity to the fragments, act as the shackle that fastens theory to practice, all detractors see is catatonia - in action, proletariats goose step to the ballot box, all to inaugurate another bobblehead babble bot, moss mouth liaise phrase in Morse code symbols, reach for fight purse splendor with inhumanoid tendril, emerge from orange fog limbs lanky, outstretched from white van bidding kids with chloroform candy conveyor cater curated chicanery from uncanny valleys, and Elway alley apples at your faction, Slap as if he snatched back tapestry and wolfpack absinthe this is not a coon craft, half step, it's smack balloon fracture mainline in gastric cavity, typecast in a vacuum sans the vapid glee Theyll violate with the spiral eyed hypno-tropes, I’m trance-phobic not enamored by vigilante fantasies, Vs 2 He slipped in the summit assumed chief listening to milling middlemen bickering over particulars, sentients segmenting themselves all over pigment, a settlement of cells in cubicles of self importance incompetent comptroller bombed tallying the totals, swindle shareholders kept em in the red, no bonus steeped in an uneasy zeal energy is Anton Chigur no banter, no pantomime neither, Caught an arrow from the quarry killer quiver fled, fell, blood loss felled, fam nobody likes a quitter. proprietor of tire iron prying coffers quiety, hardly a borrower, don, a nondescript oddity hard as a Harley army partial to gnarly barking Harvesting dodgy crop yet he more hearty than barley barf bag fulla gaudy garbage, artistry hock at dream weavers dry heaving nick dime philosophy Ayo, Anybody flanking or in front of me don't conjure in your tramadol thoughts that there laurels laying under me! x2
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Rat Race 03:22
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Vs1 Stow away proponent, can't let the chatter rattle me, advise all detractors grab smokes for the baffling, digitized pixel pocked face still buffering, vantage of a sluggard to the jitterbug bustling, armadillo husk for the back stab culture here, duped by the dubious, in flux with a sucka whims summon up a one trick, all I need is one mic, to muster up Mingus, rip asunder the presumption, privy to the windfall wonder, til the sudden uppercut of gut punches gave me gunshot gumption, inner monolog sounds like Earl Simmons hollerin "This is not a game!" punctuated by "Stop frontin!" the last hundred dash of that victory lap, is all crawlspace labor where the corridor's humbling, the foul ball bunt was aggrandized, umpire judgement call pop fly, YOU shouted homerun Hook Rodents in the rat race, mad dash motion on the hamster wheel winnin/ Quicksand you can’t withstand, you love mud so you rather lay in it x2 Vs 2 Some surmise they'd never been assigned to a sliver of silver lining, so to slither in the grime is most desirable, live by the blade, you die by it, Goliath, prior to demise the prose tone was prideful liable to align with alluring crime chime, type melodic, reprobate results of swine mindset siren with phaser effect, the minions might riot, wild eyes, wirey limbs, unmitigated ire, orthopedic diddy bop, lindy hop suspicious, wack job, do the wop with unhinged appendages youre nothing of a scourge ,stop slutting up for succor, stuck up in the sludge, sucker for love of cuckoldry, never misconstrue lie in wait for hibernation, hyenas are highly unlikely to take hiatus. Flagrant boasts parade a facade of King Cobra but you're mostly Monty Python posing in feather boas, sons of colossal blunders, put up a macho front, tho, put up the pomp and promenade, Bad Mon charade, bro 

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Down Wit Da Kangs! 02:12
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They lied and said I'm, Funky black, im crunchy black, Im country slump posture pork skin munching offensive porch monkey black, A Raisin In The Sun, Guess Who's Coming to wrap these big googah lips 'round some fixins at the luncheon black, pick of the pic-a- ninny litter, lil n*gga pitching pine cones at unwitting passer-by from briar patch, fired and gas lit came back a hired match, burnt out, black tip? I resemble and inspired that, black as watermelon seeds, black as the gums sinking teeth into pink flesh where the gourd successors be, black as an ettoufe recipe cheffed up by a domineering blood witch who tarries for the rest of me, black as a dungeon in the bowels of the sunken place, lured in by a winking white wench stirring a cup of tea, black as the feet on these New Orleans streets, buck jumping to the Funky Meters, then dip, ducking a dumping heater, how do yall fret the Feds not the Fudds, with the oven at close range cooking up confit forever duck season, whatever primordial mud, post modern shuck and jive muck they sling, they still wanna be down with...
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To The Darkeness (Revised) 04:04
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This is an EP that was initially going to be a full length album being that prior to this release I had not put out more than a song since 2020's Pariah. I condensed it down to 5 songs, and decided to put it out because it felt to me at the time, that it had been long enough and I wanted to put something out, or needed to. That's it. It's a fairly straightforward project, and as always, I hope you enjoy it, and thanks for listening.

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released February 10, 2025

Written and Produced by D. Purvis Jr.
Photography by D. Purvis Jr.

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christian rap hip hop hip-hop hip-hop/rap indie rap nola rap rap christian hip hop d.o.n. underground hip hop indie rap nola underground rap New Orleans
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