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An Intro (prod. by F14)
01:36
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Never procrastinate
This ni**a stuck on fascinate
Lyrically yellin’
I scream, I come after cake
Indentured to your cl*t
Slave to your masturbate
Bound to blast the safe, steal the masterpiece and drown the bait
Watch the gown and gait
The round, the brown, the cakes
Loungin’ great
Around the clown abound about a pound of mean-ish, green-ish leaning grapes
Bleeding lakes
Freeing fiends on lines of baked
I’m lying, I’m the type to bake
Lycan-like I lick my fangs
Write to fight the biting pain
I’m only slightly not insane-o
Control her? No, your only hope is to contain h**s
Controller Joe, slave crop from Columbianos
Control the flow, gonna pop ‘cause I’m beyond those
When I cop, mediano
Fly under SONAR modules
Stand by, I’m f**king standing by who’s staying by them f**king models
Morals by the wayside
Air Force, Army, Naval base-wide
Met your wife in the ‘Ville and she called my d**k “Safe Ride”
Droppin’ 30s from the court like I bust a whole case wide
Open season on ya breezy
Save the ringing for the Bayside
Play it right and I’ma get my whole team on
Peons to neon
No-show to Soul Glo
We’ll be gone for eons
Postal then coastal
Peace signs to free minds
The local is vocal
Fathers found focus
The focal is what we agree on
Fisticuffs ain’t much
Most business happens over lunch
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Audio02
00:10
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A Plant
02:00
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Mr. Reefer-Chiefer
Keisha-cupcake, bud-brownie eater
Capt. Swiffer Sweep her off her feet-er
With my meter, clean demeanor and a mean Swisher Sweet-er
Hittin’ harder than some subs
Gettin’ higher than some tweeters
Smart ni**as know I’m keener
Sharper than a cleaver
On a red-eye flight with full service to the island of Cannabis Sativa
The trees got you paranoid, creeper
I maintain when I’m high, high maintenance, diva
Substance abuser, I married Mary Jane and I beat ‘er
F**k T.Ocho, my cannabanoid receptors are my favorite receivers
I like gettin’ high, but I love gettin’ higher
That’s why my eyes get brighter when the blunt meets the lighter, high beamers
This one’s for the dreamers, not so much the sleepers
Wake up and bake up, keep your coffee and your creamer
I’m about bong rips ‘til I meet the Grim Reaper
Pitch it to the left, yo, throw me the heater
Dirty boy about that wood like a beaver
Slut for the skunk, I’m a stank-ass skeezer
The weed is my teacher and I’m an over-achiever
Catch me in the mirror playing ‘follow-the-leader’
Get real high then come down, Goro, Sheeva
I’ll make it shallow since I’ve been a little deeper
I’m simply a marijuana enthusiast in a fresh pair of sneakers
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Audio03
00:02
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(spoken)
This is my hood song
Yeah 3x
This is my hood song...
TOMS! What the f**k is going on?
Now I gotta spit that spooky, cooky, lucid, ludicrous, loopy, Looney Tunes®, too, to the looky-loos who spook me
The next harajuku to jook me
Juke me?
No fluke, me Rooney
Yes, the best to be doing whatever the f**k it is he's doing
Unruly
Allow me to imbue thee
I'm choosing to s**t my duty
Black hat, no kufi
Collapse of the class act when the kid plays the schooling
Dipped, dapper, suave, spectacular half-bastard doing it moving
Truthfully amusing
THAT'S ABOUT IT!
But as of late I've been dutifully confusing
See, I used to be in movies
But before that I was trapped and forced to rap to really cool beats
Before then a comedian and my comedic friends thought I should be on FMs
Who knows, maybe I'll get on another nationally syndicated show again
I forget was this that track I was on when I was goin' in?
Oh yes, my friend, do I vividly remember when I lived in those days prior to dividends
No one feeling him
Reece's deployment
Employment, no
PO pissin’ him
Contingent whims
Can't call it lost lists of long lengths of losses of friends
Pissed installments
From departments
Then department of the light
Cascade fade into the basement of the darkness
A carcass of my plights
Connive my flights
A tragedy of my immaturity
Weird how I can't see what I used to be
Well, not as well as from behind the veil from which you perceive
Please continue to belief whatever it is that you believe
I'll see to it your fluid theory is proven
Then use it against Jews
Wait, that kinda is you
Blood of thine brother?
Son of thine Mother?
Mutual Muslim Ancestral
Incandescent Clandestine on a pedestal?
Confess the truth
The best of the next is vexed by the sex and the steps, the vestiges left
Balances, checks bounced by the groups
You channeled me through
Admit it
With connections and collective loot
The nest can bless the youth
But miseducation and correction
Is on repetition in my section
Wyandotte what I'm reppin'
Stressing to the G's
Stop killing my people please
For this I flip a bird to B's
Curse at the C's
Maybe some slurs for the Kings
Kiss my muthaf**kin’ d**k to those still fonkin’ over the Wood and the Threes
I'd rather hurt the turf
That's far less worse than having the dirt mad at me
I know its some ni**as that miss them
And I know for damn sure I miss Chief
R.I.P.
The heat from police costs us so much more and is worth so much less
than, say, a book for your niece
In the very least a hook for a beat
While I write I'm trying to right everything we could wrong
This is my hood song
While I write I'm trying to right everything we could wrong
This is my hood’s song
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Audio04
00:07
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- hook - S.T.R.A.P -
We on fire, not the orange but the blue flames
Black, yellow, red soldiers highly flammable like propane
Momentum to achieve we can’t be stopped, we’re some freight trains
Verbal intellects, we got them hooked like some cocaine
- Verse 1 - S.T.R.A.P -
My mind is always on the move it never
stays stationary, clutch mentally
trying to hit the last 3 like Robert Horry
verbal technician so you better bring your dictionary
cause I float on these niggas like ice in January
and I told you simple Rap kids Im not your ordinary
Im spitting Bars so legendary
till the day im dead and buried
always be a visionary, im jumpin on tracks, im pressin em out
like missionary so my kids will never have to worry
and how many times have I told you rap Kats Im a lyrical landmine
coz in the booth I loss my damn mind, ill lines with the sick rhymes
I stay on my damn grind.
searching for a solution so Africa give me time,
pressure on shoulders press it up Im trying to Incline.
Enlightened from day one, Intellect when I come through
Rebel without a cause social commentary is my brew
with a million schemes its seem like a bizzare dream
when Im trynna supply some food for thought, I guess Im catering to the rap
or better see you later-in to this wack rapper...bye.
- Verse 2 - Paul Nyakatura -
(Cocaine) to butane
Freebase this dude flame
Off shrewd spoons with Hussein
Y’all let who through?
These 2 fools got screws loose
Highly flammable cannibal
You are what you eat, ain’t ya?
Well the only I competition I see is a doppelgänger
Relevance 3000 Kelvin
Intelligence 100 Celsius
Identical to atypical
Spawn physical
Help the helplessness
Education not embellishment
Educate over embellishment
Ahead of a lost time
Quantum leapt across divides
You think when sleeping upon my niceness
I write this on consignment from Dionysus
I’m feisty, fiery
Try heat, lie to me
Icing’s enticing even when I’m slightly incited
Bite me?
Better cite me!
At the slight sense I’m slighted
Christ! Its crises!
Your nights are with Pisces
I’d be who to blame
You a lame
My crew the gang doin’ thangs
Whose mind conspires over the soaring spires of empires torn by a true phalanx
(We on fire not the orange but the blue flames)
- hook -
- Verse 3 - S.T.R.A.P -
1987 a beast was born producers moan R.I.P another beat is gone
coz the accent is so foreign and Im never alone
Africa is John Stockton pass the rock to me Im Karl Marlone
its like the beginning and the end, the Alpha the Omega
keep a mighty 16 so you nigga cant Bit em like Sega
Genesis, as it was written, Ima lead the sheep to the promise
n I aint talking abt exodus.
coz wisdom is free but not a free for all, substance over matter
keep em thoughts metaphysical..NIGGA!
now through this aperture lil hole in my wall
I got plenty bags of sand n cement stuck in my moles.
And foundation wont let me fall, I hula hoop around these lil brain niggas
the axis of which I revolve, Critic-ass nigga here is my substance stair n dissolve,
solvent to your mind with the abstract metaphors.
Its the rebirth of rap YEAH! Im bringin the Renaissance back, illuminate my contract
like the old-man Masaccio passin it down to the next Leonardo, the mic is my Fresco
and we all slaves to the peso.
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Audio05
00:10
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- hook - F14 ABE -
Three times ten to the eight, we outta here
Three times ten to the eight, we outta here
Three times ten to the eight, we outta here
Wanna see my team tonight?
Meet us at the speed of light 2x
- Verse 2 - Paul Nyakatura -
Light speed outta here
Nightly I’m about a beer
Nerdy Ninja Entertainment rightly we don’t have a fear
Unlikely that you’re like me
Do it nicely, get the crowd to cheer
Envious and inconspicuous that’s what will keep you there
I am high and different
My notation scientific
So, when I write these lyrics you learn more than a tid bit
Download, burn it, share it, rip it
So your friends can get a listen and hear ‘bout what they missin’
‘Cause it’s loogies that I’m spittin’
My life, prestissimo
These dunks, prestos
Lame-o’s, moderato
Fable is that they’re allegro
Hated cradle ‘til we’re fatal
We have a whole lot of ‘say-so’
We so g**damn good it’s painful
Go get strangled with a halo
Monetary mouth, money talk, cash conversate
Busy on a grizzy, no procrastinate
Clothing fake, you fabricate
Rate I won’t reiterate
Just accelerate and celebrate
Then let the hook reverberate
- hook -
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Audio06
00:03
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(spoken)
Insert obligitory rapper talking right here
I'm unlike what you could imagine
Anything that you could fathom
I gag ‘em, I bag ‘em, I tag ‘em
Break them right down to their atoms
Then resurrect with precision
To infect in the incision
With my narrowest vision
Deeper and deeper into addiction, kids spiral
Affliction is fiction, the only mission is viral
Basically acidic, Geminis is wild
pH balanced, but never mild
Manic depressive?
Hell naw, I'm handsome and aggressive!
Plus, game is excessive
So super ego, I cannot express id
Body language is how I pick the target
Mark it, then me I market, conversation, spark it and aim my expressions
Damn, this is a lesson!
Not even halfway through blessin’
Minagé, I ain't bestin’
In love with lust, I live contradiction
Contraception,
Level up and let loose, Contra weapon
Busy selling dreams, Inception
Round number 3, throw number 2, but number 1 is misdirection
That last line was my favorite
Play it and play it ‘til you can play it
On My Own, no more set, no Alanis
Vanish or get vanquished
Pass ‘em off that’s what the game is
Won't break a dollar but I'll drop a dime
Objects in my mind, complacent with what these dames is
The "IT" guy is object-whoriented
Bits, bytes beta tested the bugs ain’t in it
I know you don't get it
So just smile at the hack next to you and keep on phishin’
Get my fix from double helix, that’s why I keep spinnin’
Afro Sheen, yes, my natural hair is winnin’
Shinin’ and grinnin’
Grown man shit, if you think I'm kiddin’
Insistin’, that you do my biddin’,
Get the work out never restin’
Not even thru stretchin’ wait til I start flexin’
Lyrical Killer, Mitchell Bades don't test him
The rest can’t best him
The best all ingest him
Invite him inside them
While silently lying
In a pious assignment
One eye for the hymen
Sliming inner lining
After mining for wiggle sightings
More than a little dining
And sharing the findings
Of an oral exploratory voyage of your oratory
True Story:
Do horns make me horny?
Does porn make you boring?
King Schlong, what you've adorned me
Keep Calm, Stroke On is what I implore thee
Of course we support seeds
But prophylactics are mattress practice
For the prose of the pros of Pro Mattress Backflips
Beautiful, that, the professional poetry of that contraption
Carnal attraction
Whipped cream and caramel action
Pardon me, a part of me says a party is happenin’
The other parts only party in reaction
Here's a d**k pic, take a look at deez captions
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Audio07
00:05
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We are gonna be the new young professionals
Better than you ever knew
We are smarter, we go harder, we are artists with the revenue
Ideas incredible
Y’all ain’t even credible
Separation from the destitute far more than inevitable
If you ate a few of my meals you then become edible
Animal! Enema!
Headed for the viscera
Dangerous explaining us
Global mind state, range is up
Your inertia hurt ya
Our movement, instantaneous
Just not the same as us
Follow example and get your paper up
Excel! Don’t maintain!
That’s how you stay lame!
Get your ticket, play the game, then go against the grain
Prioritize. Plan.
Energize. Actualize.
No foresight for demand
Confidence, common sense keeps customers close at hand
Knowledge is not wisdom
Imagination’s not experience
Work ethic is critical
What is pivotal: persistence
You simply cannot let turnover cloud your perception
Get your quarters back, no interception
Success: the fruit of hard work and planning’s conception
Repression of either feeds into personal recession
Keeps the CREAM from coming up
Metaphor: contraception
Heed my impression
Fuel the erection
But don’t make the mistake of eating cake before the reception
And don’t be at the corner – back expecting good reception
It’s only natural that the fit inherit selection
Suppression. Depression. Oppression. Succession.
When I lecture and you learn that’s the nature of a lesson
-Wayne, I’m going back in-
This is what I’m stressin’
Be better than your best, no second guessin’
Believe in self, move forward, no regression
Be complete from aggression to affection
Should you only recollect one speck from this session
Know that truth shall conquer deception
But you gotta stop waitin’ on Jesus
We are our own resurrection
Peace, Love, and Nappiness
Peace, Love, and Nappiness
Yes! Me on some wacky shit.
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Audio08
00:11
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Catch, release 7x
My dad did five years
My a** did five days
But now we in it
With lawyer money so my kids won't see five minutes
I put that on my third digits
To the system
F**k you coward b***hes
I know you hate me ‘cause I’m tinted
So far from timid
Intelligent and vivid
Particularly driven
Inventive
And, unaffected by the critics
Rooted deep in the earth, never a divot
Feet planted firm, I won't even pivot
I was sent here to cohabitate, never inhibit
Will not buy into the envy, any jealously was rented
On offense now, offensive, never offended
Defensive? Never been with it
Sharp-witted, so my opinion shall be defended
If you ever meet a cop their persona is pretended
Nice, mean, or pretentious
I don't speak to tha muthaf**kas
They the law AND the witness
If you ain't got it, ni**a get this:
This justice s**t's just a business
Their only product is offenses
And for each charge, they charging interest
Compounded by the year, multiplied by convictions
Lawyers were invented for defense
Without, you're on the s**t list, utterly defenseless
Them ain't your peers on them benches
Now you're subject to a sentence
Your period has ended
Gametime is finished
Prison ain't no playground
That fence don't have no hinges
Not one for runnin’ and hoppin’ fences
I'm not your reliever
You won't catch me pitching hits in
So don't take this for gangsta rap
I'm just angry and I'm stating facts
And I clap for those who trap
And I'm trapped by those who clap
In fact, I'm PO'd at my PO
Detoxed my piss and he a no show
If you ain’t at my UA how the fuck I'm posed to pee bro?
Watch ni**as urinate
Is this court services or a peep show?
Sick muthaf**kas runnin a creepshow
Knowing it ain't even that deep though
Labeling me as evil
All I bring is laughter to the world
But you throw me in jail
Then you blue b***h bastards walk around like f**kin’ heroes
Sick, tired, and fed up with this set up
Nevertheless, I'm optimistic for my people
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Audio09
00:02
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Exaggerated features
Screaming to the bleachers
The leaders of the teachers
Can't cheer us up if you can't reach us
Passionate with these speeches
My soapbox is the beat, b***h
I'm so off, I'm scenic
And so on I'm so on hotness froze all who opposed Paul or competed
Genuine genius
The quickest of keenest can't keep up P spit
Carpe con Queso
Seize with cheese, been a beast a long time ago
Eat the meany's hiney, hoe
I'm rhyming so timely so catch the rhymer by the flow
Fresh to death expendable
Unbreakable and bendable
Adapt to the bad rap from the madman's mandible
Complaining, can't stand it, can it, take it to the pander panic room
There I've banished you
Reprimanded BANDIT whose
Scribbles from my dribbles are nothing simple in pencil
Penmanship pivotal on principle
What I've given you is commendable
Shorts and subliminal interludes
Short of retort, the report is I couldn't be happier with if I was into dudes
Sad to think this I almost didn't do
But now it's hittin', cool
If it didn't, I wouldn't feel pitiful
My spit still full of clinical
Quizzin’ you, that quizzical look is killin you
I write this to incite the fight that lives in you
I might not be here in a few
So make sure you're hearing the food
And gettin full
Status, these rappers are statues limited by the stature of my statutes
The plaster of your pastures
Mr. Master Blaster flow disaster track then mix and master that bastard
The dastardly effervescent essence cannot be captured
Or raptured
Kindly deny the divinely password
Contact herd
Hold lectures by a trapper
And a pastor
Who both thank God to see another day filled with laughter
A face to look at and a place to look after
And for hours after
Crafty chatter, batty banter with crazy cantors of the clamor
Making even stately orators stammer
You
You are my love
You are my life
You are why I fall
You are why I fight
Where I confide
You
You are my life
You are my love
You ARE why I fall
You ARE why I fight
YOU, you are what I write
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Audio10
00:05
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- Paul Nyakatura-
And this is An Omen
First up, ABE aka three point five sevenths of
(F14)
- Verse 1 - F14 ABE -
Black girls give me head!
Shawty be like
(No way!)
White girls give me head!
Shawty be like
(OK!)
Then on she on her merry way
Pass me that Mary J
Gettin’ faded gettin’ faded taking shots of José!
F14 be the logo
Got a dope flow, by the boatload
Got ‘em like “Oh no!” when I showboat
Game in a chokehold
Came in the game with the homie Wayne
Knee-high to the tree-high
Money in our Levi
And our buzz is growin’ like we rattled up a beehive
F14 we outta here
NASA. Shuttle.
Captain of my team calling plays in the huddle
I’m just trying to smash
And she just trying to cuddle
So you know I had to splash like I stepped up in a puddle
‘Cause I’m hotter than a sauna that you find up in Nevada
Smokin’ blunts of marijuana with my homies please don’t bother
It’s Honest Abe, I’m alive for what?
My parents smashed on a plane so I’m fly as f**k!
- Paul Nyakatura -
S.T.R.A.P! What up UG?
- Verse 2 - S.T.R.A.P. -
Go.
Its part The Takeover finally meets Ether Mr. Nkoba aka Grim Ripper
Element of surprise off the wall Princess Diana, Don't stop till you get
enough so Ima last it,
Getting knowledge is the habit, Predicate and Ima grab it
no zolpidem no Im not generic, put my art in persuasion
yeah I spit that Rhetoric, Multiple reflection in the mirror schizophrenia
optical illusions leaves to be the main criteria, monotony monotony
why fuck you keep eyeing ?!! these bitter motherfuckaz better watch it,
keep your pipe-sucker shut or-else I will lock it.
Im quick to bypass this whack rap like it was gastric, league of my own so why
should I practice? lets talk about practice? lets talk practice? young A.I before Grizzly,
opulent skill on this track kill, anything that u feel is real, I just get on a beat and it just
casket ready, coz meditation breeds all motivation and the good die young,
so why fuck I ain't dead yet! coz on my money I calculate, My coming they prophect
Im Uganda they cant relate, on the mic I just dominate, any creature that God create
Im killing them father fore-sack, Im drowning em under the lake, apply pressure no escape.
- Paul Nyakatura -
Ni**a shut up talkin’, this my Mixed Tape!
- Verse 3 - Paul Nyakatura -
Phase 1: Completed
Our knowledge and uniqueness
Has bled through your speakers
An ominous autonomous blessing of leaders
No second guessing we're stepping onward and eager
Think! You ponder, you squander
The sun will pond the ice shelf beneath ya
The prodigal son will giggle and leave ya
See ya!
Proceed to beat ya chica bonita
I can't follow me either
I've no sense since I've known sensimilla
The killers for independence are pillars of obedient
Pawns of prophets'
Perceived patriotic confidence
It's obvious that stopping us is well beyond your providence
Applaud, laud these Three Kings holding your awe and astonishment
As we admonish,
Apply subjects with objective subjects
You fester from ignorance
Allow access to muskets
Trust that we bust it
The Midwest is lustful for gunmetal muscles in bushels
Synthetic amphetamines and opiates in the pills
Stroking, provoking and coping with cupfuls
Bleeding Kansas remains cut still
But I'm gaining on the remaining influential
With my over-evolved tongue and pencil
Mute? Who? MewTwo can talk, I'm alert in limbo
With an overly assertive temple
Not my body, my mental
I'm a writer, I'm gentle
I'll be working on the former in gym soon
Come to think of it, I can't wait to get a new swimsuit
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Audio11
00:04
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- Paul Nyakatura -
This has been…
…THANK YOU SO MUCH for joining me. Us! All of us! FACEFACE! Take us home!
- Big Daddy -
I’ve lived with mendacity. Why can’t you live with it? Hell, you’ve got to live with it! There’s nothing else to live with except mendacity? Is there?
- Paul Nyakatura -
My flow is idiotic
Little demonic
Fiendin' chronic
To my cuticles
Black and beautiful
What you seein’ is onyx
Sick to the veins, bleedin’ vomit
Sorry… Not, I'm just bein’ honest
Iconic
No prophecy
I'm just keepin’ a promise
Constantly a problem
Obvious inebriation
So let us proceed with caution
Reefer? Often.
Good with the green
So when it comes to the team
We is who you should refer often
Two times the basic punchline
And I ball, I Rafer Alston
Coughin’ to the coffin
Croppin’ stopping from my constant
Offin’ them dated concepts
And I'm killin’ ‘em with nonsense
Pinnacle typical for my spirit metaphysical
No clone could be so prone to this prominence
Showing confidence
This is an omen of imminent infinite dominance
They'll say, "Damn, that kid from the Mid-west is good but this isn't common s**t"
Revisit consequence
Do or die with a lunatic kinda twist
Gimme a inch
Take it times ten to the tenth
Then in a cinch, I'm takin’ that to the Nth
I'm rabid again backpack and a grin
Halogen dim
Haphazard him
Back spasm them
Those that don't understand why I pull back on spliffs
Human with a wish
Humanity's gift
No way you say I isn't
Who I'm kidding, not indifferent, too independent to give a s**t if you my
witness
B***hes bounce when I hit in pinches, saw that line coming but not the
switches
I am in this
Up end this
Write code so vicious
Encryption so endless
To diminish further weakness
Win the middle, finish first at the Preakness
Witness the birth, of indecenc-y
See no evil, hear no evil, speak the evil, lead the people
With the people who forgave the people that made ‘Separate but Equal’ legal
And you both believe in steeple
So, my brother, how do you suggest that I keep you?
But I guess vice verse
How could I expect you to get my verse?
I guess that's why I curse away the veil ‘til you see the thirst
What it is that you produce at work?
What's the real value worth?
Depends on how you value worth
You like the dirty or the dirt?
Divide unworthy from the herd
Something you know inert is good for the earth
But don't hearse ‘em
You might need ‘em, turf ‘em, beat ‘em
Don't learn ‘em, certainly cheat ‘em
A salaam a lakum?
Naw ni**a
Assimilate them lata
Step aside
Let me first demonstrate on a demonstrata
The Fathers? Take ‘em out, bang ‘em
The Women? Take ‘em out, bang ‘em
The Kids? Ain't bout to claim ‘em
And the system? F**k it up, blame ‘em
Too cool now to be hot later
That's why I'm on a yacht with a babe in bathing
Nose locked on a key of blow off the coast of the Caymans
Toast to burning bread claiming these times are the greatest
Knowing that these dimes are the fakest
Thinking what's so f**king almighty about this dollar we created?
The scholars we debated
The hollerin’ and the hatin’
The modelin’ and the fakin’
The lobby and legislation
The court and the delegation
Committees and regulations
The rulings of segregation
Instituting much more than assimilation
Man is an animal up for domestication
I might be spacing
But your politicians minds are on space, man
I got problems 2 blocks away from my place, man
Sent a pops packing over the conchords
(Here it comes!) Called that a space jam
The daughter's selling brother's cookies
Daddy sells mom straight scams
Trillion dollar vacuums
That get sucked off in bathrooms
Keeping good tabs, too
Them taxes and foreign accents is past due
What about them taxes on foreign assets?
The f**k you mean that's 'moot'?
Them brackets been busted
Gimme back my cash dude
Ain't marching with this madness
Need at least a stack for Stack's neighbor's catfood
Need blacks to have major PACs, too
Need blacks to have major pax, too
Super P-A-Cs and super P-A-C I-F-I-S-Ts, respectively
F**k need, we have to
Shoulda minded me when I was bashful
And me and that ***hole had been courtin'
Now the brother brash
Little Brother Bash
Fulton Reed and Dean Portman
- President George W. Bush -
If this were a dictatorship, it’d be a heck of a lot easier. Just so long as I’m the dictator.
- Paul Nyakatura -
Red rings
Blue screens
I'm bringing death to the machines
Natural
Backwards compatible
Soon as Eve drops that apple
I'm thinking different I'm doing my own thing
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Paul Nyakatura (FACEFACE) Kansas
Comedian first. Then radio guy. Lastly, one (1) FACE of FACEFACE.
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