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(((( Facts )))))
03:32
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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
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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’
01:49
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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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14. |
D.R.I.D.
02:58
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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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16. |
Children Of Sarah Connor
03:23
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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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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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