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Voltik: He walk the earth feeling dizzy like just cried With super love and the truths that could hush lies Burnt by Judas’, zero soul Anakins I think about him and play a miniature mandolin But they were him, he burnt himself, the smoke rise above He spread his wings again the wind would teach him free love Soaring with doves way up over the “never-can’s” And bitter veterans who missed the fine lettering Holding their breath until their face turns the colour of the night sky Cause he live life like he must die His thoughts no longer deep, he’s pure instinct While basics stay plotting holding their ice picks Squeezing their love to death on some men or mice shit He watch them as they fight each other over bullshit He spit a flame, turn a pirate into no-name Got lava in his veins He’s breathing pure ether Swoop in the ocean, swallowed like 10 liters Victories feel like he mistreated the cheaters And then he making love to goddesses, love genius He’s aura’s like violet cheeba smoking out the divas Sweet love hangovers feel like it’s Beefeater Blowing opium into the tube fallopian She pregnant with a god Destined to save us all Ironically when he was born we were all gone Tumes: A Persian prince unaffected by them time shifts humble fists cause he shadowboxed with opulence crescent kicks hit the summit tumble monuments a populist destined to topple czars oligarchs rub they belly on some jabba mess bottom feed no matter who the trauma bleed trails of tears followed for 400 years wail with wounded knees any means we El-Haj pay our penance with penmanship Angelou pilgrimage on the plain they claim was sacrilege passed on pacifist the pugilist inbred in grained master with no name battle in heaven till I broken sword my final blow self-sacrifice spill the blood Alamo forged in sun and steel this how we touching Zen by forging elements chronicled by many men Den mothers nurture napalm nectarines nature path cause the patriarchs an overfiend Style Warrior from Rap-a lot to Ragnorok weaned on writers bench field nigga forged in trench son of that new Rome wielding that old poem so say we all until we back home
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Artwork by Dupo

Produced by Sir Tumes for Altereye Music

Mixed & Mastered by Paul "Willie Green" Womack

“When we revolt it’s not for a particular culture. We revolt simply because, for many reasons, we can no longer breathe” ― Frantz Fanon

This song is a long time coming, but in my opinion, it has come at the perfect moment. Now is a time of the uprising. Warriors are being created at this very moment and the spirit of warriors who are our ancestors are speaking to us again, igniting our actions. This is a song for that warrior spirit, that lives on beyond flesh. That Black warrior spirit, which is unlike any we have seen in history. This is my salute.

Call this the first single from my album I plan to release this fall entitled "There Is A Sign Post Up Ahead".

Shout out to my brothas Johnny Voltik, Marcus Pinn, and Paul Womack who helped make this come together.

Also, shout out to Jacques Dupoux for the seriously dope artwork.

Support today as Bandcamp is waiving their fees for the full day. You can also check out the rest of my discography I have one Bandcamp and get it at a HEAVY discount.

Power to the people
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released June 5, 2020

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Sir Tumes New York

Formerly known as Core Rhythm. Eternally known as Mtume Gant and currently referred to musically as Sir Tumes. His work in the arts is extensive. His music making catalog has many avenues. The tale is long and still being written. Check out the sounds to follow the journey. ... more

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