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HEAR YE! HEAR YE!
02:02
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this long been unacceptable
the body move to beck and call
through 36 ventricles
the drift derive the city walls
on every screen the spectacle
the empire untenable
from when we plot to run amok
bring a mop
poetry for the people
hope for your headtop
how to dispose a despot
and all political dead stock
clean sweep
before the call came I weren't the strongest rock in the quarry myself
thought I could do it myself
was very mistaken
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2. |
TEEF
02:34
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feet touch the rising sun hours
washed blue hue air
little gilt on the towers
my day starts here
light on the unseen
through the heart of the city
runs a black stream
fish floating mouths agape
cheek to ask us how we ate
I've had all sorts on my plate
after the waste of the scavengers
turned us hunter gathers
we started dreaming
about splitting their bellies
jaundiced and gluttonous
what had become of us
this storm pitter patter on every man's roof
sodden with wata and burden of proof
just a pen in my fist can't fathom the use
dem man bloated with belief but lacking in truth
If I'm generous more time it's outright venomous
giving uncouth
in any shape and measurement
our teeth not hesitant
bite on sight
chop for my betterment
life thrive best in source and element on Liberaton I'm vehement
give us delight
all now we're elegant
imagine us light
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3. |
LARK
02:10
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same old me bro p south side london liming
paisley pattern in my army jacket lining
soul all shining life is rhyming
swinging the timing
we're speaking the tings we seek
too many years hiding
parrow of shadows
can't free from the pit without climbing
sky high
sky high
wings to the dancefloor
bass on levitation
heart beat heavy no hesitation
dial in tune in any station
fly by nightly elevation
wings to the dancefloor
bass on levitation
heart beat heavy no hesitation
same old me bro p south side london liming
paisley pattern in my army jacket lining
soda had lime in ife is rhyming
swinging the timing
we're speaking the tings we seek
too many years hiding
parrow of shadows
can't free from the pit without climbing
sky high
sky high
leave it all on the floor with in salt and ash
bone and body khalass
lost in the mass
dem fireside steppers
smoke on the wind when i wing my feathers
switch my skin when I feel that weather
sing to my kin and we sway together
sun in the south and it know my face
this lark out of place
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rhythmical
is it in my spirit or spiritual
I’m from limbo land where we cut through
you can't limit the liminal
go stew in your misery
my granny been knowing
now to them is epiphany
they sniffing me
from minstrel show
to mimickry
anything but the burden
step aside
they throw fist
we word em
they duck and I hide
us lot been knowing where to them
it's epiphany
they sniffing me
like I got piff on me
Nah Sah
step aside
step aside
steppers steppers
rise
steppers steppers
rise
rise
out for a long night
bodies cut a path under moonlight
there's a blues come through
and bring your best shoe
here they can't find or define we
arise
step in step aside
steppers steppers
rise
same face my daddy
turn heads in
mask off no pretending
they don't love us
but they love us
the reaction perplexing
halls stacked with our impact
and we weren't even flexin
step in step aside
look at em jittery
in the vicinity
sullying the vibes
step aside
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5. |
RAID!
02:14
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on my bloodline babylon owe me a slice
been a lifetime learning the blueprint
cameras corners motive movements
know about enough to plot me a heist
map in braids from bowel & belly
this debt in bodies cant fathom a price
all this mess from craven eyes
I refuse I deny
swag bag making benevolent moves
find the night in an elegant mood
dressed to settle a feud
appetite rude got em looking food
must be them if they modelling shoe
and the footprint fit
we know their tricks
leave stain and claim innocent, who?
Hands up don’t move
RAID!
bun the tower where power maintain
dance on the ruin like a flickering flame
how fickle the game
come we take a hammer and sickle to chains
heart was brittled by blame
jarring me like I picked the pain
so sour
no this won't happen again
drew my sword and whittled the shame
it looked it like power
RAID!
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couldn't sleep and started dreaming my days away
was crazy in the dunya had to hold up an overlay
filtering a hue of hope on visions of ...
I think it til it forming open eyes and go grab my clay
pound it as the tears wash my fears til they fade away
paint on something optimistic
pattern suit a rugged misfit
purple as a natural mystic
what would my lover say?
... asmaa ...
I realized there was never much to you
I wonder if you loved my misery
when my desire is too fractional
I was your lumber waiting for your return
your lighthouse hoping you could reach me through scent alone
I pictured you above me slick with ink
my heart like a desperate moth pounding ‘gainst the sink
I’m wandering the necropolis pretending I don’t miss you
your mark on my skin stings like a fresh tattoo
I hope someday that we’ll be legible
I lost the last of my friends
but once when we were golden and I still believed
I imagined you’d carve my headstone out for me
that you’d outlive this
I made us tragic
but you wanted everything
my skin, sweat and my secrecy
so how could I tell you
how could I tell you
about the night I spent scoring open
an escape hatch in the sky
the night I left and how I left
behind our memories
and took our lost love with me
... ... ...
my fingers find the burnt edge of a photograph
I hold it and I hear your laugh
imprinted like an epigraph
this flower needs to see the sun
we'd hit that Body Rock and swing like a metronome
you sing a moan, your touch the sweetest thing I've ever known
I found a home, in your heart i pocket a billet doux
missing home i trace a line of memory back to you
in our single bed under cover like contraband
I slid out with the shadows left a single kiss on your hand
ran into the fire like our freedom is preordained
on everything my flower needs to see the sun rise again
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7. |
SERENADE / AUBADE
02:13
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my dreams cause scandals
my hope a vandal
care brick windows
pre a king on sight I'm tossing sandals
I will throw hands
this love set fires
my tongue barbed wire
they long since made us criminals for desire
so why they watching?
my truth a tyrant
devotion violent
my heart is pliant
don't think that forgiveness means you walk
my words are scissors
my eyes cause shivers
each promise quiver
soul knows long and deep and murky rivers
wet and wanting
I'm running towards a future screaming fuck your it could be worse
that comfort a silent killer
your pillow is someone's hearse
I'm sorry I ain't no different
this grimace devoid of mirth
I just rather fight the resistance within me than be a curse
we fight it til the resistance feel victory on tender earth
I'm sitting in my naivete childish honest and kind
A tantrum on their deception protection for the maligned
‘fore change seed into conception its vision and then design
just imagine
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