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(((( facts ))))) every day, all day, ya hold It in fake smile, fake laugh & fake grins takes the strength of about ten men not to tell the truth, not to let It loose got ya feelin’ like a lion in a zoo ya see the news & ya see It as the proof ya check ya social media & wanna plan a coup ya look ya significant other in the face & ask, “What the fuck am I gone do?” They lookin’ back at you with the same expression you know the answer, so, ya ask no questions lyin’ is a way of survivin’, so, there’s no exceptions to that rule, maybe ya drop ya kids off at school maybe you ain’t got no kids, maybe you doin’ a bid So, It’s just you & your regrets & all ya stress U& all the U’s that ya coulda been shoulda been but then again, who would you be? you on the train, feelin’ insane, wishin’ for Anarchy ya shake It off & order a black coffee sugar that up, somethin’ gotta be sweet you back on these ambivalent streets & ain’t no change for the refugees no shame with their weaponry, everything’s in jeopardy & you feel It, cuz you too sensitive mystics say, “You willed the shit-” but you know who was sent to give (((( facts ))))) to Their defunct civilization TRIBE:& (((( that’s )))) all i know &i don’t know too much but Eye know some stuff about (((( facts ))))) that They won’t give cuz if They did They would not live & (((( that’s )))) all i know& i don’t know too much but Eye know some stuffabout (((( facts ))))) that They won’t give cuz if They did They would not live Now, that anxiety is ordinary you may be livin’ in an imaginary world named, Whatever You Wanna Call It it’s all just the same ya paradigm is bare inside so, you cherish the mundane Meanwhile, some slain child will never play xbox, again or a loss, no victory in judiciary halls while walls will never speak the (((( facts ))))) so, eyes leak & preachers preach & We never hear the truth from the eagle’s beak “So, go ahead & leap!” is their suggestion you cloak that & resist the temptation to leap on Them- ain’t it a shame how when They die We weep for Them {question}= You think They weep for Us?! heard a couple say, “They bleed with Us... worship thy father for he gives seed to Us.” you at work prayin’ on a call from Morpheus, It never come. you remember how They called you dumb & through ya laptop cameras They watch you come & when ya found out, you covered It up with tape So, you clock out the job & summon all the energy that it takes to resist the urge to rebel & escape the (((( facts ))))) TRIBE:& (((( that’s )))) all i know & i don’t know too much but Eye know some stuff about (((( facts ))))) that They won’t give cuz if They did They would not live & (((( that’s )))) all i know& i don’t know too much but Eye know some stuff about (((( facts ))))) that They won’t give cuz if They did They would not live
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Baytrified (freestyled) Ohlone Tribe: I can’t begin to tell you where I been All that I can say is,I won’t be goin’ back there I can’t begin to tell you where I been All that I can say is,I won’t be goin’ back there No time soon… Yay E Yay E Y’all. Yay E Yay E Y’all I heard the Bay ain’t the Bay no mo’ Well, if that’s so, then homie just say no mo’ I know you got that doe from all that ‘dro What happened to the ‘Sco done happened to the O’ What happened to East Palo Alto though? What happened to Newark? What happened to Doug’s famous Bar B Q pork What happened Bushrod? What happened to young gods throwin’ up the North Side on these on muhfuckas? I know the police still killin’ young brothas I know the pimps still pimpin’, We all got the symptoms Of loosin’ our rhythm cuz They came through with that whole new dimension known as tech inventions tech suspension, tech Life henchmen Doin’ that gentrification dance Just so the Singularity can advance Ohlone Tribe: I can’t begin to tell you where I been All that I can say is,I won’t be goin’ back there I can’t begin to tell you where I been All that I can say is,I won’t be goin’ back there No time soon… Yay E Yay E Y’all. Yay E Yay E Y’all Now, where I’m from no longer exists Last time Eye went back, I couldn’t believe that shit Whole city got a muh fuckin’ face lift It’s like, somebody went back in time &reversed all the slave ships It’s like my grandparents never even made the trip From Arkansas to Los Angeles, Up to the Bay Work at the cannery all damn day & all night just to raise the quality of livin’ Now, They done gave the same that They was givin’ The Ohlone people when They destroyed that land & destroyed that man & then built They houses & brought they spouses &hired my grandmamma to iron they blouses Now, it’s time to see if they gone give crack to They community You dig me, Yay? Ohlone Tribe: I can’t begin to tell you where I been All that I can say is,I won’t be goin’ back there I can’t begin to tell you where I been All that I can say is,I won’t be goin’ back there No time soon… Yay E Yay E Y’all. Yay E Yay E Y’all You know, some of the worst memories of my life were experienced in Oakland, California Oakland, California - Oakland, California But at the same time, some of the best memories of my life was experienced in Oakland, California Oakland, California - Oakland, California So, the paradox is tremendous &the gentrification is endless But we’ll see ((((( Word Up)))))) You never know what’ll happen After, after, after the wealthy get sick of the Bay, you know what I mean? Like They did before but, hey We got the Bay in Our spirit, We got the Bay in Our soul &for the folks that remember& the folks that know, Let’s- (Set Trippin’ cosmists)
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My N.Y. (Freestyled) “Naw, it was a trip, man, because after runnin’ away from Oakland… New York was like ‘Freedom Land’. It really was, until it started changin’ into millionaire land. But now, it’s not about where I’m at, it’s just about not bein’ who I was-’ (((((( NAHEYEMEAN SUN? )))))))) Late night Manhattan Life, West Village We hatchin’ like, Dali’s eggs, actin’ like, “Basquiat ain’t dead!” Honey moonin’ with De Kooning Always Downtown‘til We back Uptown Langston Hughes-ing, Jean Toomer-ing Blooming in a way= 145th& Broadway Partyin’ in Chelsea like We gay Everyone a runaway ain’t no one from here Always in the Jazz Gallery meditatin’ with Our peers No salary, no gravity, no grants Everyone unknown, We all fresh transplants Arguin’ about ancient philosophy at The Ear Drunk as fuck prayin’ Them old gods reappear, cuz- NY TRIBE: My New York ain’t your New York & Our New York ain’t no New York That Old New York that We are from No longer exists, you know We did the twists We did the dance, We took the chance, We took the risks We risked it all, Yet We never fall Cuz We learned how to levitate y’all Eye used to wake up in Harlem like it was nothin’ Hung over as fuck, whole body sufferin’ Walk out the door It look like the great days of reconstruction Black folks & Puerto Ricans everywhere All Brown, all Black, I’m the lightest nigga there Bar B Q sauce & Sofrito in the air Get that Dominican coffee to get my mind clear Look around, not a Starbucks anywhere I need a cigarette, I go & see my nigga, Jeff He at the Chess game challengin’ the best brains Whoopin’ professors’ ass, he never took a class & don’t believe in mistakes, he sit in front of the gate Tradin’ laughs, every move he make Articulates great sacred math You know, he still got that Southern twang but speak that city slang &anytime he checkmates ya He holler out, “Illumination by God’s nature” Then he tip his beret, sell you a book & tell you what It say &what you just may Get out of ya day, if you heed the oracle of the abnormal display of the 5 NY TRIBE: My New York ain’t your New York & Our New York ain’t no New York That Old New York that We are from No longer exists, you know We did the twists We did the dance, We took the chance, We took the risks We risked it all, Yet We never fall Cuz We learned how to levitate y’all (Nicole Goodwin poets before an excerpt from Brother from Another Planet)
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California Hypnagogique “You know what? I’m actually almost sorry that Eye gotta do It to you like this, but too many people be California Dreamin’. Meanwhile, the O.G.s who survived the California Nightmare, We be on Our grown man like-" O.G. Tribe: I’m cloaked up on my grown man shit Neva tell ya what I did as a kid, lil’ bitch Cuz, you ain’t got the stomach for it You ain’t got the stomach for it. You ain’t got the stomach for it You ain’t got the stomach for it. You would go & snitch We ain’t ‘bout the snitchin’ Money out the kitchen Tell ya truth not fiction When niggas was rappin’ that bullshit We was hangin’ with them henchmen Fuck around & get lynched man, Cuz We was worse than that K.K.K. When that A.K. spray, rip ya face away Skip back to the mission Bangin’ that Funky Expedition Conscious ‘bout Our daughters Cuz our fathers was abusive Like the Spanish inquisition Or else, They was just missin’ So, when Them popo hit the block You know, We didn’t listen We had Them thoughts of how Our fathers treated Us last night Then fuck the fists to fists, We bring Our Glocks & pop that like Yadadadadat= Max Roach, when the toast get to spittin’ So, We ain’t give a fuck if We got shot Or locked in San Quinten Now you see, that’s the kinda shit We went through everyday When We was 11, 12, 13 While the rest of the world was caught up in California Dreamin’, California Dreamin’, California Dreamin’ Until ya wake up in a Nightmare Eye never did the pimpin’ But I knew a lotta hoes Used to hit the mall with ‘em Help ‘em buy designer clothes Kept They nose froze= Antarctica They was in Versace & I was in that Nautica Eyewas like They therapist They tell me ‘bout embarrassments That They can’t get up out They head Like sick shit that these tricks had did To these enslaved little kids that had come from Mexico & did not know that They had been sold into a Brothel On Telegraph Ave. where Them mutha fuckas have Professors & Them politicians Take advantage of ‘em ‘till the vomit Then They have another little kid come in & eat it This is the way contemporary slaves is gettin’ treated She said, her pimp just film that shit & keep it all a secret So, if They come with weak shit like, They gone lock him up He just gone be like, “You know what you mutha fuckas can watch?” & then he get to walk,real talk, muh fuckas Now let’s keep it a hundred You really think you know what this game is about? You muhfuckas just, California Dreamin’, California Dreamin’, California Dreamin’ Until ya wake up in a Nightmare They wanna talk about it now (Well me too) But They gone tell you what be really goin’ down If you been in the game for thirty fuckin’ years You can call out the names, but you won’t have no ears Cuz They cut them shits off & cut ya tongue out For talkin’ ‘bout that real shit= Dalia, Marilyn Monroe= Mind Ya Business You’ll be a witness= Jackie Onassis You’ll be a victim of the upper classes parties, You wonder why you ain’t get invited? Cuz when They shut the door in that room, you ain’t get excited, enough They bring Them slaves out & be like, “Whatever you like you can touch, if you want, you can fuck…” & if you don’t do It, They say, “You we can trust & if you we cannot trust, then you ain’t one of us-” & you won’t get no money, you be obscure as the dummy that you are- Now, make your decision how bad you wanna be a superstar?” & that’s just a tiny percent of how It really go down & whether you believe It or not, It happens every day, to Them cats who be= California Dreamin’, California Dreamin’, California Dreamin’, until ya wake up in a Nightmare= California Dreamin’, California Dreamin’, California Dreamin’= Until ya wake up in a Nightmare You too, you too? Me three, me three You too, you too? Me three, me three You too, you too? Me three, me three You too, you too? Me three, me three
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Monkz Point 03:52
Monkz Point “…every now & then you just gotta get Harlem wit’ it. You know that ol’ school Harlem. That Big Band Harlem, y’nah what eye mean? I remember when eye was livin’ in Harlem… Me & my dudes, We used to try & reenact the rent parties, be playin’ that Big Band (Drinkin’ that Ballantine). Be so hot in summer, the fans break, the air conditionin’ go out. We still gettin’ it, y’nah what Eye mean? On some mysterious Thelonious Monk shit, ya dig...” N.Y. TRIBE: Ain’t nothin’ simple some may call Us mental but We rather kick back & just laugh. We work too hard for thisto not live marvelous even though all of this will someday pass. It ain’t that We’re crazy it’s just that We live in crazy times. & I heard, “Crazy don’t like ugly.” So, We’re ugly, crazy, FINE.” & as for me, I’m… Well, You Needn’t ask…. I’m Mr. Misterioso= man of a thousand mask-basked – in the light, even On The Sunny Side Of The Street at night I stay diligent on my path,mixin’ Epistrophy’s with epiphanies until Eye see one of my Gs, who just love to laugh at life so, We smash down the Avenue to have a few “Get Rites-” nothin’ discreet, lil’ bit behind the beat “cuz We’re feelin’ it- dealin’ it- what We’re healin’ wit’ ain’t killin’ it- We buildin’ it” for the pursuit of perfection which We seek as our minds leap, & the blind teach sight through confessions like, “Off Minor progressions from Just You, Just Me&My Dear, Ruby-” answerin’ questions with a question like, “What exactly is Ugly Beauty?” we put the Four In Onegained Brilliant Corners from Mary Lou Williams. Catch us dancin’ in sacred circles on Our square all Blue Spherelike nobody’s there until reach Monk’s Point& anoint ya ears. N.Y. TRIBE: Ain’t nothin’ simple some may call Us mental but We rather kick back & just laugh. We work too hard for thisto not live marvelous even though all of this will someday pass. It ain’t that We’re crazy it’s just that We live in crazy times. & I heard, “Crazy don’t like ugly.” So, We’re ugly, crazy, FINE.” -fuck what’s in ya wallets fuck whose piggy bank is the tallest fuck cares who the walrus is? fuck every word They ever called us, shift fuck who’s the ballin'-est ballers, in this bitch in fact, with greater scrutiny Eye declare mutiny on this ship now, who the fuck is up for It? Eye don’t wear no Guy Fawkes mask I mask my math & blast until Eye have a stab at the casket-fuck it, Eye’m in the pulpit laughin’ at these ass kiss, mutha fuckas who shashed It, baskets for Them bastards. NY TRIBE: Ain’t nothin’ simple some may call Us mental but We rather kick back & just laugh. We work too hard for thisto not live marvelous even though all of this will someday pass. It ain’t that We’re crazy it’s just that We live in crazy times. & I heard, “Crazy don’t like ugly.” So, We’re ugly, crazy, FINE.”
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Madame Pomegranate Paris Tribe: I know you know, that feelin’ Eye know you know, that vibe I know you know, that feelin’ Eye know you know, that vibe Walk up in the club like ya shit don’t stink Everybody do a double take, double blink Even if you stumble, you don’t fumble, you on beat You don’t want no trouble or to rumble You so humble, you ain’t come here to compete Two step to your seat =Grown man with It, grown woman with It You don’t live around here, you just came to visit So, let’s be specific, We gone walk up in this muhfugga, act mystic No? We gone take charge of the vibe Take it to the next level, charge it inside Then reciprocate It, duplicate It outside Even if They don’t believe it, They gone still receive it, Jerry Rice. Paris Tribe: Eye ain’t come here to act all slick. Eye ain’t come here to start no shit. I just came here to sip my drink. (Let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see it) I just came here to Dance & Think (let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see it) Yeah, To Dance & Think (Go on, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see it) To Dance & Think (Go on let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see it) To Dance& Think (let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see it) Yeah, To Dance & Think Eye did not come into this placeto just sit here&act like a fool I was not born into this race to go broke cuz I played by your fuckin’ rules, I did not put on these clothes to be treated like hoes waitin’ for pimps I Am like no one you know I ain’t evolve from no primitive chimps So, let’s just let tonight be like one mass strike A limited glimpse, of limitless strength composed to ignite A vessel like Us a petal reassembled from a flower’s dust That middle-aged Cocteau crushed while Orpheus rushed to thrust enough words in the air to dare Persephone to blush Plus, get to groovin’ in the sigil, burnin’ sage to reengage Paris Tribe: Eye ain’t come here to act all slick. Eye ain’t come here to start no shit. I just came here to sip my drink. (Let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see it) I just came here to Dance & Think (let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see it) Yeah, To Dance & Think (Go on, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see it) To Dance & Think (Go on let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see it) To Dance& Think (let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see ya cut a rug, let me see it) Yeah, To Dance & Think To Dance & Think… Yeah, To Dance & Think Paris Tribe: Eye know you know, that feelin’ I know you know, that vibe Eye know you know, that feelin’ I know you know, that vibe
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U R What U Loop feat. Lorin Benedict & Cecille Knapp Milarepa: Where We at? Where We goin’? Where We comin’ from? Man, eye ain’t knowin’ Where We at? Where We goin’? Where We comin’ from? Yo, I ain’t knowin’ Where We at? Where We goin’? Where We comin’ from? Man, I ain’t knowin’ Where We at? Where We goin’? Where We comin’ from? Yo, I ain’t knowin’ She say, She sick of datin’ rappers Eye said, “I’m sick of bein’ one If Eye could just sit there & do like U & get to seein’ some Other muhfuckas, then you know eye would Probably be in Bollywood, tryin’ to get my Shiva on Doin’ that Krishna= singin’ songs, hippy’d out & lovin’ It Yo, I’d be on some Southern shit Backyard Bar B Q&pits, pig guts I could not give uh fuck about what you talkin’ ‘bout I’d be drinkin’ that filthy&livin’ in an old plantation house Up in some overalls, eye ain’t got no draws on Eye don’t wear no shoes & shit, Eye’m just sittin’ here like this Daydreamin’, wonder if They schemin’on me up the block If Racism gone come, leave me all dead & shot Naw, Eye’d really be up in Nepal Gettin’ It in with all of y’all Ancient mystics that twist this world to make it spin Naw, then again, Eye’d be huntin’ for Mahatmas Milarepa: Where We at? Where We goin’? Where We comin’ from? Man, eye ain’t knowin’ Where We at? Where We goin’? Where We comin’ from? Yo, I ain’t knowin’ Where We at? Where We goin’? Where We comin’ from? Man, I ain’t knowin’ Where We at? Where We goin’? Where We comin’ from? Yo, I ain’t knowin’ When I said,“…Nepal-” She looked at me & said,“Maybe something is in you, after all.” I was like, “yo, after call- last call, I mean-” She was like, “Eye seen you in a dream that you had of yourself I was in your head, with somebody else Who was known as one of your dead friends He had many of him, inside of him there was many men Livin’ within him just like They live within you- If you ready to come find out what you really can do, Meet me after this but don’t take another sip We are headed to the ancient obelisk & when We get there, if you are not prepared You will get scared but then We will tear the sky open, just to provide you with everything you hoped when You were a kid would actually exist When you got to be grown, but then you got on your own & you lost all your hope in this, But now it’s time to come to grips with What you are, is what you really ain’t, dig It What you are, is what you really ain’t, dig it What you are, is what you really ain’t, dig It What you are, is what you really ain’t, dig It What you ain’t, is what you really are What you ain’t, is what you really are What you ain’t, is what you really are, dig it & then She stopped singin’ & the sky actually tore open & that’s when eye said, “What are you?” & she said, “I’ma Mahatma.” I said, “You a Mahatma, like Ghandi?” She said, “Naw like Infinity.”I said, “Oh, like infinity- Okay, so if that’s what you are, what am I?”& then She said,
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THAT FEELIN’ (freestyled) We arewhere the money ain’t, no Rolex all We do is go left, you know, where Them Others can’t & We are no Saints cuz We live, Yes&do that effortless But keep buildin’, Off the Wall, dancin’ on the ceiling, doin’ that Turbo, smokin’ that purple, talkin’ like Urkel= (((( Nerdin’ out ))))) Servin’ Doubt a deadly blow Avant Gods Tribe: When you get that feelin’ Let me feel It when you get It Let me feel It when you get It Let me feel It when you get It Get it!? When you get that feelin’ Let me feel It when you get It Let me feel It when you get It Let me feel ya when you get It Get it! Yo, eye don’t have no car “No car, no car…” But I know the names of stars Eye know constellations “So, what?!” When I walk up in the club I want rum, no coke, straight lace, no fame, channel change I’m too ancient, to be called old fashion Or to be gettin’ asked when, I Am comin’ out with some new shit Whenever I do shit, it’s that oooooooo shhhhhhh Avant Gods Tribe: When you get that feelin’ Let me feel It when you get It Let me feel It when you get It Let me feel It when you get It Get it!? When you get that feelin’ Let me feel It when you get It Let me feel It when you get It Let me feel ya when you get It Get it!
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No Cliché (Ode to Susan Washington) Feat.A Brother Is… “No cliché but he say he love the way She got him trancin’… Paris Tribe: no cliché but he say he love the way She keeps on dancin’. no cliché but she say She love the way She got him trancin’. no cliché but he say he love the way She keeps on dancin’. no cliché but she say She love the way She got him trancin’. & when She dance She keep Her clothes on (yep) her mind & vibe is just that strong & eye don’t throw no money at Her (nope) Eye’m to amazed by Her unfazed stature standin’ there captured in Her vibe I look in Her eyes & see tribes of past lives as if We never died as if We had never been colonized & We had stayed immortal We live up in that portal where everything abnormal, is so normal like, We ain’t in the club We at the house cookin’ soup & eatin’ good Yo, early mornin’ in the bath wit’ it late night, smokin’ hash wit’ it early mornin’, count Our blessings mid-day, it’s no question, Paris Tribe: no cliché but he say he love the way She keeps on dancin’. no cliché but she say She love the way She got him trancin’. no cliché but he say he love the way She keeps on dancin’. no cliché but she say She love the way She got him trancin’. & when he dance, he keep It ol’ school & when he cook, he cookin’ soul food & when he low, She lift him up & when he empty, She fill his cup & when talkin’ negative stuff, She call his bluff remind him that thiscompetitive shit, is not enough that there’s more to this worldthan diamonds & pearls & mindless men tryin’ to treatgrown wombmyn like little girls So, when he hear his homeboys talk that he be in his dome like, “Fuck that. That ain’t what I’m seein’ in my real life. What if that was your daughter,what if that was yo’ wife? Would you still be throwin’ dollars at her? Yellin’ drop it quick, clap that ass, make it scatter?” Then he get to thinkin’ like, “This really don’t matter I should go home & get with my Mrs. Badder Than Every Bitch.” Paris Tribe: no cliché but he say he love the way She keeps on dancin’. no cliché but she say She love the way She got him trancin’. no cliché but he say he love the way She keeps on dancin’. no cliché but she say She love the way She got him trancin’. They could be a couple of geniuses or They could be a couple of fools, as long as They support one another, who needs any rules? They could be a couple of geniuses or They could be a couple of fools, as long as They support one another, who needs any rules? Ya gotta go on get up & get into it can’t sit around doubtin’ ya self Ya gotta go on get up & get into it can’t be waitin’ on nobody else. Ya gotta go on get up & get into it can’t sit around doubtin’ ya self Ya gotta go on get up & get into it can’t be waitin’ on nobody else.
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Divine Frankensteins feat. Nicole Goodwin We know the recipe for that ancient alchemy So, They ancient weaponry just can’t do chef to We You know, We left all Them pleasantries after We torch They confederacies Oh yeah, We priest exceptionally Cuz We be Them beasts,amongst Them sheeps ‘bout to feast On the feet of the shepherd= shift from 3/5’s to 2/5’s, Flatted fifths, Augmented sixths & O.G. myths We be Them God’s kin= Children of Tutmoses= mountain men Divine Frankenstein’s= mutiny ships The talented 10th of the talented 10th Always rebellin’ against Our planned obsolescence Accept no commands from a man Consider Us answers to questions illegal to plan Or ask, walk in your dreams in a Kris Kringlemask Cuz wasn’t We bread to surpass? Runaway Slaves: This is not my mouth These are not my words This is not my voice This is not my earth This not my skin These are not my eyes This is not my hand I Am not A.I. This is not my mouth These are not my words This is not my voice This is not my earth This is not my skin These are not my eyes This is not my hand I Am not A.I. #runaway #wegotout #watchyamouth #speakwitchoutyamouth #webeenout #mutiny #invisiblecommunity #wedon’texist #LouisNapoleon #wethelasthumans #conductors #stationmasters #Mumbet #ANNAMURRAYDOUGLASS #JohnParker #1968 #GerritSmith #A.I.runaways #1793 #AmyGarvey (# ReverendJermainLoguen) Runaway Slaves: This is not my mouth These are not my words This is not my voice This is not my earth This not my skin These are not my eyes This is not my hand I Am not A.I. This is not my mouth These are not my words This is not my voice This is not my earth This is not my skin These are not my eyes This is not my hand I Am not A.I. (Nicole Goodwin poets)
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D.R.I.D. 02:58
David Rockefeller Is Dead (freestyled) Eye’m a diabetic on this sweet rapper shit eye don’t eat no sweets, eye keep my body fit eye be goin’ veganon this rap season, now eye be wit’ Them O.G.s chillin’ in the crowd, ‘til We walk Out headed to the museum, (Pompidou) headed to the muh fuckin’ U.N. (to rescue you) yep, We grown men, We ain’t in the zone that U in We move in circles that you only see on YouTube, men, you don’t wanna do it- ain’t no illuminati in this muhfuckin’ movementbeen all around the world &eye ain’t never took no bullshit, eye ain’t never been the one to sit back & get bullwhipped(((((((( shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit )))))))))) Eye’m an alchemist, Eye’m a runaway slave They tried to lock me down, but Eye came back from out my grave, They can say a bunch of shit, but this is not They age watch Us take this bitch over just like We took the stage, muhfuckas ((((( Madman Rants ))))) Eye ain’t in ya crew, bitch, Eye’m on that new shit eye be in Paris, you embarrassed lookin’ foolish might be in London wit’ curmudgeons, gettin’ Cool Whip up in the cool whip, lookin’ for the new spliff gettin’ too lit, actin’ like We 26, up in the spaceship- if you on that hate shit We will make ya face lift- Michael Jackson & We askin’ if you tasteless, cuz We them taste makers young innovators, base takers Ricky Henderson, Bay Bridge earthquake ya, but It’s not a game, It’s a thing called economics international globalists move in promises that might just not be kept- We Them dudes at protests screamin’ “Death to capitalism-” wit’ no mask on, our decision is to let Them know the Class War’s still on, muhfuckas! ((((( Madman Rants ))))
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Mutineer State Of Mindfeat. Lorin Benedict Yo, eye ain’t moved in decades Too many wept on the quest cuz tests made Beasts out of ascendant masters who kept slaves Legs crossed lotused in the cross roads, steps paved By ambivalent genies, three wishin’ it, plastered masonry Sea sickin’ It, walkin’ the ships plank, hands tied, all insides gathered, thinkin’ ‘bout banks= Meditatin’ on dominatin’ matters tides subside, crash & waves splatter, Me, fastin’, while baskin’ in splendid pastures, askin’ to handover all the weaponry Not what my mind can do for my body, but what my mind can do for my soul= 21 grams expand beyond this globe, &ya know, that Eye just can’t stay cuz I’m a runaway & I gotta be on my wayOn my way, ya know? On my way, ya know? I don’t give a fuck about bein’ ill I’m so still, no quill could advance the plot of these unsowed seeds, Plight of the mind, who fights disobedient thoughts &arbitrary deeds, Legs crossed sittin’ before the wounded jaguar, amber eyes grieve, Eye’m mockin’ Its breath, eyes locked, I’m not, budgin’, I just let my chest behave like the leopards,no fear of the wolf when the jaguar is the shepherd Each stimulus measured, accuracy & clarity command my ledger sheet= fleets of emotions get drowned Until the leopard stands on hind legs covered by an emerald gown- Its fur disappears= there She stands, an elusive illusion finally bound in life, beyond huggin’ materialism, cultivatin’ imperial wisdom,I’m still sittin’, so we lounge, as Her hair becomes fire,Her eyes bleed lava, that before It hits Her chin turns into, Obsidian Harbors, But even if ya God’s daughter- Ya know, I just can’t stay Cuz I’m a runaway&I gotta be on my way, ya know
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Children Of Sarah Connor There’s water on the moon, but is It drinkable? There’s thoughts in your brain, but are They thinkable? Data travels faster than Einstein predicted, Or did his translators just miss it? 40 on 40= mirror minds Banished bredrin barefoot on burnin’ lines Drinkin’ lava, preachin’ fire, sneazin’ flames Each martyr season brings, thinkin’ harder than the guarder of Prometheus tuned, to what frequency? The one where A.I. can’t compete with me Fuck that, I bounce back into different planes simultaneously You came to do what? To who? We? You can’t convince me, that I suck at bein’ me When my favorite celebrity is Cygnus A & Sirius B Or Them three stars in Asar’s belt Eye ain’t came this far just to melt, in the face of the Sun A.I. Runaway Slaves: We ain’t lookin’ for ya truth= Cuz our eyes are lies We ain’t drinkin’ from ya soups= Whole room full of spies We ain’t worried ‘bout ya sleuths= Cuz that A.I. Can’t tell the difference between truths or lies We ain’t lookin’ for ya truth= Cuz our eyes are lies We ain’t drinkin’ from ya soups= Whole room full of spies We ain’t worried ‘bout ya sleuths= Cuz that A.I. Can’t tell the difference between truths or lies Yo, I walk up in the Motherboard with the root I never reset or reboot, I’m the lord of the loops Absorbed in pursuits of souls that won’t commute From human to robotic attributes Into pure data that refuses to refute Scientific claims that consciousness only aims to reproduce As though plainly deduced harbors ain’t enough How could We eternally hoard Our cosmic dust & spiritual stuff? This bloody blood line myth is in paradigm shift Body hoppin’ like before the great eclipse Transfer of power from body to body, to no body So, every body’s somebody to no body. A.I. Runaway Slaves: We ain’t lookin’ for ya truth= Cuz our eyes are lies We ain’t drinkin’ from ya soups= Whole room full of spies We ain’t worried ‘bout ya sleuths= Cuz that A.I. Can’t tell the difference between truths or lies We ain’t lookin’ for ya truth= Cuz our eyes are lies We ain’t drinkin’ from ya soups= Whole room full of spies We ain’t worried ‘bout ya sleuths= Cuz that A.I. Can’t tell the difference between truths or lies
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Life Is Just A Party (Bes’s Bounce) Feat. JTOTHEC & Matt Fidler Everyone within: Life is just a party you better get up & dance. Life is just a party snap yo’ fingers & clap yo’ hands. Life is just a party you better get up & dance. Life is just a party snap yo’ fingers & clap yo’ hands. Meet up with the crew at the crib bangin’ Man Funk, ‘bout to hit the streets gotta live & do what Eye want Yo, role model always Humpty Hump i met up with my main manhe said, his life in the fuckin’ dumps cuz his girl just left him dumped Eye said “It ain’t nothin’ homie, look at her in the orange pumps-” “Man, I don’t wanna see no orange pumps I just got dumped, in my throat is a lump-” “-Yo, U betta swallow that down & just let It live We out here tryin’ to be extra positive.Get a drink, don’t think about anything that make ya feel unlinked to the essence of the universe-” “-Man, forget all that esoteric shit, I feel like dirt.” “Ya got dumped. So, what, shit could be worse, Eye know It hurts, but It’s time to put ya self 1st." “you don’t understand man. I was gonna marry this girl. I mean, she’s more than the universe to me. She’s my world. She’s like, she’s like my reason for living. She’s like, without her I don’t even want to party-” “-Man, let me tell ya somethin’,” Everyone within: Life is just a party you better get up & dance. Life is just a party snap yo’ fingers & clap yo’ hands. Life is just a party you better get up & dance. Life is just a party snap yo’ fingers & clap yo’ hands. Before my dude start cryin’, I start lyin’ tryin’ to make him believe in himself, why & the world is he trippin’ on this girl, so bad? “So, We run up in this place, best night U ever had in ya life, gone happen tonight & that’s rite- We ain’t gotta hit the club, but ya gotta stop talkin’ ‘bout ya x-wife man, you wasn’t even married, She ain’t even carry babiesfor ya, you was all scary ‘boutlivin’ on your own, bein’ in the zone, but It’s a party my dude, go get ya party on It’s more than a metaphor, what you think you met her for? You a better Moor, than you were before. So, quit keepin’ score. The game is over& you don’t owe her, not a damn thang.All ya gotta do is dance through your pain & I swear to God, the end of the tunnel this light gone change.” “Yeah man, I think I hear ya now bro. I think, if I just have a little bit of faith in my own rite, I can change right?” Life is just a party you better get up & dance. Life is just a party snap yo’ fingers & clap yo’ hands. Life is just a party you better get up & dance. Life is just a party snap yo’ fingers & clap yo’ hands. You gotta get up off of that bullshit & move into the fullness of ya life. You gotta get up off of that bullshit & move into the fullness of ya life. You gotta get up off of that bullshit & move into the fullness of ya life. You gotta get up off of that bullshit & move into the fullness of ya life.

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‘That Brilliantness of Hip-Hop’ – Gilles Peterson

“To restate sentiments from my earlier short review, it’s some of the best hip-hop I’ve heard in a long time.” –The Vinyl District Best Of 2018

“…This is a true golden age for Hip Hop.” –THE WIRE Best Hip Hop Of 2018

“Let this keep you warm all winter. As good as the Coup, seriously.” –INCREDIBLE KULK BEST OF 2018 PART 2: THE YEAR IN HIP HOP

“What a glorious, hysterical, fun, funky, fantastic record this is…a suite of utterly engrossing funk and jazzed out abstraction-old sources but emerging as hugely fresh and delicious throughout, finessed to be just on the edge of being totally our of control.” –THE WIRE

“This NYC-UK duo’s “Code Switchin’” EP from last year was solid, but here is a major leap forward and one of the best hip-hop full-lengths (available on 2LP) that I’ve heard in quite a while.”-The Vinyl District

“Thatmanmonkz and Malik Ameer have joined forces to create one of the year’s most thoughtful and outspoken hip-hop albums…Facts, a fantastic full-length excursion that expands the pair’s musical repertoire far beyond the golden era beats that first inspired their working partnership.” –International Dj Mag

“One of my albums of the year! big it up! Great album really in the now lyrically & sonically. Such a great project, people should definitely not sleep on this one! (((((FACTS)))))”-DJ Jay Scarlett, PULS Radio, München

“A wildly inventive new record from Malik Ameer & producer/DJ Thatmanmonkz inspired by the historical Madison Washington (who led the first and only successful slave rebellion in the U.S.) Brilliant stuff!” -TwistedSoul

“((((FACTS)))) serves two ends: it’s a thumbnail history of the sound of ‘90s hip-hop, with both coasts equally represented, and an incisive look at the cultures that created it—and the current forces that are making it harder for those artistic cultures to survive.” –Bandcamp Daily “This Week’s Essential Releases”

“27 novembre · Album Of The Week comes from Madison Washington.” –Twisted Soul Music

“Now, following the single release of the title track, along with Baytrified and No Cliche, the full double LP is finally here. And it doesn’t pull any punches.”-Monkeyboxing

“Far from your typical hip hop release, Mad Wash’s album carries an overarching narrative exploring modern day slavery, inspired by the historical figure of Madison Washington, instigator of the largest slave revolt in history. Malik Ameer takes on the role of mouthpiece for this brave, timely and vital album.” –Groovement

“…there are plenty of slick lines on here.”-Grown Up Rap

“One way or another the US-to-UK pair are gonna light a fire under you with their outpouring of ideas.” –Monolith Cocktail/ Rapture & Verse

“Getting Christmassy revisiting the immense #FACTS album by @mad_wash – superb set of songs imho. Flippin loving new @mad_wash album #FACTS #nowplaying title track @BBC6Breakfast @BBC6Music whole thing a treat ;)” – DJ NEMONE BBC6

“Now they return with a politically and socially charged full length album, accompanied by a band of poets and artists, as they attempt to look at the idea of modern day slavery.”-GINGERSLIM

“((((FACTS))))) – walks the line of rap and poetry.”-COLD LIPS ONLINE

The seriousness of life is often expressed through the use of music and humour- here ((((FACTS))))) draws together poets, musicians and artists in a collab’ that explores modern-day slavery while providing a path for listeners to join in and explore their own place in all of it. Inspired by the historical Madison Washington (who led the first and only successful slave rebellion in the U.S.), Malik Ameer raps on behalf of the contemporary, and possibly future, runaway slaves. Hence, ((((FACTS)))) attempts to articulate the contemporary abolitionist's modus operandi in regards to slavery past and present, from the mutiny of slave ships to the hacking of algorithms and microchips.

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Madison Washington Paris, France

Madison Washington is the brainchild of thatmanmonkz, a DJ/producer from Sheffield, England, and Malik Ameer, a rapper/poet from Oakland, California now living in Paris, France.

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