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Incantation
00:49
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2. |
Kill The Messenger
04:04
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Verse 1:
Spitting up for my health
no time to battle emcees to busy battling self
universal solider rocking Orions belt
linen threads of time stitched Sumerian felt
last call, hope you camels back got brawn
king heart no prince LeBron
y’all watching thrones I’m with the serfs holding fort
drinking moonshine plotting how to crash court
its all a Bloodsport paradise vice squads
get the tikes whitewashed
white girl mobs audio Blackface combat with analog
now my ass Blackballed
cause coons Black tie
fall from grace Luciferian race That scared religion into Mas
get right with the god
left field your thought plane
tiger blood battle cat flow like lions mane
Hook:
Kill that Mutha
Peel that sucka
Verse 2:
Only built for ghetto blasters
iron lung wing chun tongues of grandmasters
spirits of vengeance who burn false pastors
yellow rat bastard charlatan spell casters
fake Black shit call these punks Kwanzaa
catching bullets with my teeth need no under armor
good book ink sword stuffed inside a parka
hydroponic bud that bud that could tranquilize a monster
grass greener when you dont got that envy
back door crasher practice illegal entry
play John Jackson to your public assembly
stadium Wembley bumrushed by Emcee
with Arafat hat herringbone, timbo
suckas duck and cova get it low like the limbo
rise to occasion nickname crescendo
realized potential Black gifted and mental
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Ella
05:04
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Verse 1:
Renegade behind the mask revolt the final passion
Down with shogun the creed of the assassin
movement vibration people the pump action
jam like technotric with phonics we hook jabbin
son of a pugilist cause fight was everlastin
mama was about that action
went Marshawn on Lynch mobs
break they laws a just cause
only hallowed halls them 4 walls that birthed raw
the naked truth is full of pain
let your tears flow so you can get right as rain
born nature path why I stay against the grain
never strike out on melody lane
pinned to the wall but still swinging power of Frazier
blocking ghost jabs where they hide euthanasia
admiral Cain insane love a dame whose a razor
colorblind movements just breed white saviors
Verse 2:
We don’t need another savior
no more house negroes out here currying favors
no more prime time crusaders
blue vesters investing like they traders
for stocks exchange they soul lousy traitors
to serve master they dishing like they waiters
no equity in they labor brand culture bots who love they enslaver
I ice grill soul on ice larger than glacier
and straight shoot at North Star avoiding the chaser
last call blast all to to mask fall
we Bass reeves with black creed and fast draw
and raise storms Black Queens beyond norms
black excellence black powers ya platform
with negro liberals keep it uncivil
you side show acts need should up and dribble
we hammer and sickle manifesto we scribble
poison Alexa and scramble ya kindle
we own the night our skin be the symbol
this swing is new Jack be nimble
ancestors speak in every riddle a signal
for mama revolution we loading our pistols
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Soul Caliber
03:21
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Verse 1:
These 400 blows swing low
chariots of Fire a sweet burn glow
Leroy green in dragon age just a game for the fiend
fraudulent team melt ‘em like a particle beam
war of the worlds where oligarch clutch pearls
blood diamonds on consignment in furls
the defiant ones gunning for slumlords
they foundation more shaky floorboards
these science projects just house of the horrors
Giants oversee like they Wellington Mara
power broker folks who poach in the jungle of cities we rumble
royals we humble
never bend no knee cause no kings here
off with they heads cause my queen's spear
chess not checkers and we no fear
as they world burns observe no cheer
Verse 2:
Flashflood no trickling down
our economic reform is y’all in the ground
Trotsky talk this Karl Marksman poisonous darts send
thoughts sharp objects Patricia Clarkson
we theatre of cruelty part of tool our tree
soul society school B
Zanpakuto Hip Hop flow can make all stocks slow
redistribute the wealth and straight headlock foes
wrestle with toms say uncle when harmed
family in feud destruct like a suicide bomb
paradise lost I focus like a humble imam
finding my calm don’t fall my to wrath like I’m Kahn
this days journey is long
and to speak my speech the only worthy is song
state of affair all my cares they are gone
speak my soul may it protect me from wrong
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5. |
F.T.L.
03:19
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Verse 1:
Now fast forward like a futurist
song of pugilist hands over hubris
boxer rebellion stand dark and luminous
with times tutelage my stardust consumer gets
pride of enterprise through nebulas mutara
with a scouts honor vision past the drama
my mama Sarah Connor days spent in ponder with the Lama's
ta balance serpent from anaconda
thought fodder flowered proper
flesh persona non grata subtext of the saga
Jaba hutt got bounties but the falconers armada
wings of desire higher order…now…
Hook:
Follow the leader true believers can deceive the reaper
Verse 2:
We do it straight no chassis
(stand tall) posture like upright bassist
speed races to free the slave races
a Norrin Radd silver streak to bleak places
locomotive burn on Romulan ale
no locomotion head nod or we failed
individuality the loneliest trail
but ones truth the holiest grail
we sail sovereign
plotting our flags at half mass to praise when home dockin’
some fell to goblin
green eyed path ignored math found out the half no Davey Jones lockin’
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Signs
04:24
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Verse 1:
Village to raise a child
wisdom to make the man
subtext for some style
dreams to make a plan
the bob and weave life
dodge city native son
richard wright brother
elevating with every drum
no wine and cheese type
chew straw flannel grunge
waste very little
there’s nourishment in every crumb
body snatch past
slave boot to country rag
rascal with jazzmatazz
side street scallawags
doo-rag ghetto flag
for the modern pack
poisoned our Similac
spilled milk we pay it back
occupy mind
clandestine design
turn to water into wine
drunk the kool aid
sweet talk gets em in line
lotta rain little shine
Hook
Just those signs
Of these times
Verse 2:
Had vision that we would see
that blind life is real
had moments I doubted me
cause I forgot to feel
soul on ice
men of steel with rusty zeal
squeaky cleans
upside we all kneel
to the sky we appeal
for a thought meal
brain food to brain heal
minds ground to oatmeal
a pilgrimage starts from inside your temple
disaster natural when unbalanced elemental
Want me to touch screen
to regulate my pencil
monitor my action
turn my passion into pixels
occupy mind
clandestine design
turn to water into wine
drunk the kool aid
sweet talk gets em in line
all rain no shine
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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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