1. |
pentro
01:01
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2. |
tabula rasa
02:03
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Educated fools and brainiac dum-dums,
Lords of misrule got you in a conundrum.
You know where I'm comin from, somethin aint right,
But Ima be the mud in your eye that gave you sight.
In the kingdom of the blind, one eye can make you king,And I'm immune to the vitriol that presstitutes bring.
The infotainment, agent provacateurs,
The 5th column demonizing entrepreneurs.
Its all psyops, to distract from acts of shylocks,
And morally compromised cops.
Render you livestock, they want ya blind faith,
You gotta be vigilant, freedom is a mind state.
If it seems that I'm bein hyperbolic to the narrative,
I've seen through the smokescreen, and I'm prepared to give,
Absolute proof, of the absolute truth,
Just so you obtuse heads got no excuse.
The lips of the wise are closed,
Except to those who overstand when the truth exposed.
It will fall on deaf ears if you believe the hype,
Synoptic delusions deceive your type.
You gotta be headstrong, when you read the headlines,
The insiders aint lookin out for your kind.
They just miscreants, with the unmitigated gall,
(hell naw) I aint intimidated at all.
Far removed from the senses,
For all intents and purposes I can see over the fences.
People convinced against they own will,
Even in academia the fact remains still.
Apathy is the cousin of ignorance for real,
Gotta soak up everything in your peripheral.
And it all happened while you were sleeping,
Now reality is scoffed at,
Illusion is king.
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3. |
stand by
03:25
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Walkin about, rollin deep but I'm alone,
The city streets are my hoe, the cityscape is my poem.
If i escape on my own then I can make it to my zone,
To many ways, many days, man I've been taking this road.
The same raindrops drippin on the concrete,
Feelin like a zombie, the solitude has got to me,
But it puts me in a frame of mind thats harboring my innermost offerings,
Giving back everything I own, even my property.
Cus when I leave this world behind, I wanna see the great design God has left for all to find,
Spirit devine, living free lifted casted out of my mind, unrefined,
Better believe that I'm departing the same way that I arrived.
Feeling like this whole life went up in smoke like a bowl inside a pipe,
Every quote that I write, like a scroll that defines every soul taking flight,
Leaving earth just to step into the light for what its worth,
Out of time, out of sight.
Heads so few and far between,
We about to restart the scene (so stand by),
We stay true and contravene, from day one,
Blazin guns on a beat by Anthai.
The city got me gridlocked, pretty toes in flip flops,
From Long Beach to Long Island, gritty flows (thats Hip Hop).
Parallel crew, Pen Swift, Scott Free,
Just a lil somethin to break the monotony.
Loan me ya ear, the culture disappeared,
Its gettin lonely in here (but I can only persevere)
Just got the kicks on my feet, and a beat in my head,
Plus a pocket full broken bidis, wrote graffiti on the slate,
Mindstate on the straight and narrow (its a rocky road),
Cus everybody got they own arrow,
Bar none emcees, tryin to climb the degrees,
Got the drive to go live but can't find they keys.
And they don't seem true to me, fulla Tom Foolery,
And usually talkin bout some Dom P and jewelry.
Tryin to paint a picture that aint even worth seein,
Thats why I don't even waste my time with earthlings.
Heads so few and far between,
We about to restart the scene (you damn right),
We stay true and contravene, from day one,
Blazin guns on a beat by Anthai.
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4. |
galaxy
03:01
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Now ever since I was young, I been on top of my game,
I knew a diamond was always just a rock with a name.
And my outlook, was always something of an aimless one,
I don't get sprung on famous, you couldn't tame this tongue.
But hey, pardon me miss. Couldn't help but notice ya stare,
I'm lookin for a paramour, I play it solitaire.
There ain't no chance for romance, and I don't slow dance,
Don't wanna hold hands, just wanna get you out them yoga pants.
I apologize if I'm too forward, I'll try to be subtle,
But I never was the type to lay my coat across the puddle.
Many called, few are chosen. Less you a hall-of-famer,
You get drafted, don't say I didn't give you a disclaimer.
So do ya thang and get back at me like a boomerang,
I'll stay true to the game, iron-made like Tubal-cain.
No submission, play your position if you stick with me,
I'll steal a moment of your time and leave you in antiquity.
Baby I'm comin clean, fuck the formalities,
Bout to write you a check, from reality.
If you can hang with my science, with no entangling alliance,
I need more than space, I need a galaxy.
You can take it or leave it, it isn't just a chorus,
Come tomorrow, still be chasin tail like an ouroboros.
I grade em on the curve, you might say I got nerve,
But I prefer the Papermate, some girls are opaque, so fake.
I see through em like Dasani when she put the game on me.
Hides in her eyeshadow, ain't what she pretends to be.
Vanity, all is vanity. It's all the same mami,
You a debutante, you won't find me on bended knee.
You'll never see me try to carry one across the threshold,
I don't adhere to the dress code, this the story less told.
They said I'm too old, too old to be playin hopscotch,
But I'll scout top-notch till the last tick on my stopwatch.
So I guess we'll never be parallel,
Your vision is my eyesore, I bid you farewell.
Be well, if you ain't with it don't even talk to me,
(Cus I just got to be free)
Baby I'm comin clean, fuck the formalities,
Bout to write you a check, from reality.
Because a pretty pair of eyes doesn't get me paralyzed,
I need more than my space, I need a galaxy.
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5. |
untruth
03:12
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2nd verse:
The same truth that caused you pain, can set you free,
But in war, truth is always the first casualty.
A revolutionary act, in a time of deceit,
Relative or absolute, it's the truth I speak.
And Ima fight tooth and nail, till the truth prevail,
In the booth Ima show you the proof, with my uncouth rhymes,
It's like braille to the blind, gimme the cue,
Art is the lie that makes you realize the true.
And it can't hide for long, like the sun and the moon,
It's elusive at its best, stranger than fiction too.
A lie can travel the globe while the truth puts on its shoes,
So be careful what you do, because a lie becomes the truth.
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6. |
pardon me
02:19
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Honesty is a lonely word, but its been redefined,
Linked with one virtue, and 1,000 crimes.
The ruination keeps brewin, till folks without food,
But as long as a mason gainin altitude.
I hear it loud and clear, and I expose they code,
Impartin what I know before they turn my whole body cold.
And I say it raw, until the day I take a fall,
I'm all in blind, behind the 8-ball.
And now I see the Order of the New World closin the claw,
(It's state law) rob Peter to pay Paul.
I'll abuse my jaw whether win, lose, or draw,
And put it in stone, say it till my voice is gone.
See under my feet ain't no grass has grown,
But I'm fertilizin a desert, less you pass the bone.
Don't stress to me, that destiny's in my control,
I got scars, from reality's teeth marks.
Pardon me, it's hard to keep my weight on the ground,
The way they get down, just wound up and turned around,
And they hide, from what they know inside,
Extensive lies, too expensive to buy.
I told em, but I don't think they know what I mean,
I seen plenty vultures out here to pick ya bones clean.
It's a rude awakening for that American Dream,
You hold on like a heroine fiend.
Because dividends make the earth spin,
So the have-mores can live in the sins of the skin, I won't give in.
At any cost, I'm livin life Scott Free,
Ain't gonna close my eyes till death becomes me.
Pardon me, it's hard to keep my weight on the ground,
The way they get down, just wound up and turned around,
And they hide, from what they know inside,
Extensive lies, too expensive to buy (pardon me)
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7. |
improvised munitions
01:55
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Shots goes out to 71Raw,
The Protagonist,
PMCs.
If music is a weapon, got tools in the attic,
My human action is full-automatic.
I think therefore I'm armed with intelligent design,
I let the metal shine, when I'm off that delta-9.
Got the mark of a professional, rifle lookin grimy,
I shoot from the hip, when rappers movin they lips.
With emotion like molten metal, just about to settle,
Triggered by the treble on this instrumental.
Off the top like a toupee, on some russian roulette,
Catapulted from obscurity, flyin like a blue jay, from here to doomsday,
Stay rockin contraband, cus I'm a conscious man,
I keep it all to the Garand,
When I discharge the gift, I shift trajectory,
And give mumble rappers a hysterectomy.
I'm swift with the pen, don't pretend you slept on me,
I put the fire in the minds of men.
I push rhymes like wait, hold up, rewind the tape,
You out ya mind if you tryin to get me to sign and date.
I'm callin out you A&Rs, you get the $#@%,
I'm bringin culture back into the scene.
And then we out the door with no alibi, but they'll return,
That's why I keep my powder dry.
Pullin out my magnum opus, and put it to ya head,
I ain't bein braggadocios, bout to paint the town red.
From when it drips till it chips Ima hold a full clip,
My whole clique got the most grit, ain't nothin ghost writ.
From the spitfire grill, dirty harry for real (remove ya!)
With lead and steel that I carry concealed.
Defender of the canon and the Parallel brand,
They'll have to take the mic from my cold dead hand.
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8. |
penhandling
03:22
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In this estranged land,
Money is never lost, it only changes hands.
But I don't feel the class envy, though my glass half empty,
And he smashin a Bentley, cash isn't my remedy.
I don't have sympathy, I'm out here scrapin the barrel,
Bustin my ass, I should be makin dinero.
Give me the grass, I'll be straight as an arrow,
These rappers talk fashion, they fake as a scarecrow.
My eye glaze, 365 days,
Things fallin apart, comin at me sideways.
The rap game's, like a revolvin door,
They keep the true heads grovelin poor.
I don't care how many mollys you took, or bout the clothes in ya closet,
Ya most recent deposit, to my nose it's dog shit.
Emotion and logic, notions that conflict,
I'll spit rubies out my mouth like that kid on Goonies.
I'm jottin jewelry with a burnin passion,
Got me earnin cash in an urban fashion.
I'm tapped out and my attire is revealing,
But I'll rap into the wire and set fire to the ceiling.
Ain't no, time to kill, got bills and fines,
I'm tryin to spill some wine on a Brazilian dime.
Put the skill in my rhyme, last longer than diamonds,
And I never had to put my pearls before swine.
Enemies in high places,
Want me to die nameless,
But I keep it vivacious,
Money runs the world, I don't chase it.
All my life I been gamblin,
But Ima stay panhandlin,
And you won't catch me panderin,
Money runs the world, I don't chase it.
I don't envy the rich, nor pity the poor,
Don't care about some titties if attached to a boar,
I don't consider it war, when I'm short on commodities,
Go head blame the economy, you won't get no apology.
I put that on my progeny, it's fuckin brutal,
When you live in poverty, eatin Cup of Noodles.
But don't get me wrong, I ain't no egalitarian,
Life can't be fair, I'm a proud contrarian.
My style's sectarian, but I use some cuss words,
Because the real hustlers filibuster.
They don't understand that brand new 2nd hand,
No greed, but I gotta make this turnip bleed.
Holla broke, so I don't even bother to vote,
You can quote me I don't need ya federal reserve notes.
All my life I been gamblin,
So Ima stay panhandlin.
Enemies in high places,
Want me to die nameless,
But I keep it vivacious,
Money runs the world, I don't chase it.
All my life I been gamblin,
But Ima stay panhandlin,
And you won't catch me panderin,
Money runs the world, I don't chase it.
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9. |
meet the enemy
02:47
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I been researchin his praxis for years, tryin to get the facts clear,
Explained to my peers, but they can't seem to hear over the cash registers, sitcoms, and play-offs,
I see the death of freedom when I look in they eyes,
Cus they minds molded, they ideas formed,
By undercover views, camouflaged in subterfuge.
Keep em deep in a spell, and they can't even tell where the enemy dwells,
Provocateurs and sleeper cells.
Some say he's one of the builders, supposedly illumined,
Then I heard from some other dude, he isn't even human.
OK slow the pace, I know the game's a cold place,
Hard to tell if they deceived or lyin to me boldfaced.
I'm told it's the Jews, no the collectivist views,
It's the folks in the pews, and the anchor on the news, but I ain't confused.
My anger is tried and justified, i don't trust a lyin bitch like Christine Devine.
Shits been redefined, but I seen between the lines,
And it's bout to go down on this very ground.
We're defeated by division, ideology and race and organized religion,
Cus the masses give in,
And so whatever class you live in, you better expect war,
Don't get caught playin checkers on a chessboard.
Who's with the cause, who's lost in cosmetics,
Stereotype blarin, tellin me not to sweat it.
When I find my adversary might get carried away,
And he'll get carried away and buried on this very day.
(red alert, red alert) yo we been infiltrated,
He's in closer than kin, now I begin to see.
We have met the enemy, study his anatomy,
I see the image of apathy starin back.
Is that me?
Is that me?
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10. |
reminder
02:35
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Now I don't dance no more, but the way she swayed made me advance to the floor,
For my chance to tally, but Sally had a one-track-mind on repeat,
It's been played out, I didn't keep the receipt.
She had femme fatale with a lil mademoiselle,
Kinda smelled like she been stayin at a motel.
You might look at her and tell, less you just a novice I promise,
You'll notice the ominous parallels.
Conversations kill, I couldn't reinvent the will,
Spent the scrill to the last note, and then she wore the turncoat.
But I don't spit and polish a burnin boat,
The anecdote was over and that's all she wrote.
I'm all alone, reminiscin bout kissin her collar bone,
I'm fallin off the barstool and crawlin home.
Sniffin Vidal Sassoon in the aisle with the shampoo,
With all the other dudes she ran through.
So now I need some brand new,
Sexual contact, without the contract, and another cognac.
No time to explain, gotta speak my brain,
Baby all I wants a piece of strange, you can keep the change.
She thought she was livin proof,
That angels fell from heaven to taste forbidden fruit (she feelin herself)
She was an island to herself held hostage,
Like an episode from 'Lost'.
She remind me of somethin I never seen,
Maybe she was just a fiend (wicked temptress)
Or could it be a lack of self esteem?
To sleep, perchance to dream.
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11. |
epilogue
04:58
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Anthai Anaheim, California
Producer/MC from 71Raw. Affiliated with the West Coast Wu-Tang Killa Bees. Music videos available on Youtube
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