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Trauma Economy

by Akin Yai

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    Lyricist Akin Yai and Boston based beat-makers SHORT BUSS13 joined forces to release "Trauma Economy" . Boom Bap beats meet straight talk uplifting messaging centered around themes of identity, exploitation, ownership, and self love.

    Art Direction: Jason Frings
    Produced by SHORT BUSS13
    mastered by Carl Saff
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1.
Us 02:53
You are the masterpiece You are the melody You are the harmony Every symphony You are the resource You are the gold rush You are a Prince I love us To dream in color us Was on a short bus Handicapped life Bussin with them lies tucked Over the intercom On scantron It’s public schoolin for Jamarcus and dem Antwon’s work of grand scale Young Black Male I am the masterpiece at moma that you can’t sell Beyond the whitew gaze I feel a slight craze When I walk in rooms Lighting up a dark cave I grew up on toons Looney Plus dem arcades I am Uncle Luke World full a world Darth Vaders Pop in the Maxell Vernon maxwell How I snap on the world Cuz i rap well For my set tripping Nutty Block crippin Piru loving Reebok and white Tees Blood type Oui God like We Black like me All in the same gang You are the masterpiece You are the melody You are the harmony Every symphony You are the resource You are the gold rush You are a Prince (family) I love us I know your panties wet but will this the pain stop You prolly never dreamt of candy coated raindrops Until you pulled up on a real one Then ya heart stopped That was soul for real baby Fuck a heart throb I’m down to rock her body as i turn this hottie out I asked if I could then I ate the pussy out Ebony Queen You the worlds wet dream Over sexualized The prize of a true king seems As a jit sipping backwash Staring at ya cat walk thang swayed lovely That’s when I fell in love with thee Wanted to protect you Always did respect you Cuz You my fuckin back bone So How can I neglect you Sheba in the flesh K I must confess Had a school boy crush On ya pretty princess Went away to famu Laywer God approved So I dedicate this bar To a very special boo
2.
Ye & Kyrie 02:23
I beg you pardon The Faustian bargain Has got me talkin this Hebrew jargon (Shalom) Serenity prayers enter my lair Infinity here So hear my dear Alcohol and egos Speaking to the ethos To play chess with a Scared to death negro Buck breaking, coonism can’t have it I rather play the wall with self A Black magic Ochun to Haitian Vaudou migration Who knew The ones invisible here were actually true blue Blood of Christ Original Fucc ya life Cancel who I am the son of father Father was a scholar Ife The genesis of Yoruba race Holla Ig thots and thoughts of a mortal The flesh is weak The soul is immortal Rich old men are Destroying the world Who taught you to hate yourself? Good hair bad hair Timeless kinks The world is a mess, goddamn it stinks You see progress in dem skirts I see promise in the work There’s more than meet the eye When my pen go bezerk It’s speaker’s crying And preachers dying The truth is here But them Is lying Facedown on they falsehoods. I was northwood Next to Pine Ridge Black white All good sike never that Race war home Skinheads came for me Andre Joneu hlcfLn Came through for me or I was fucked up Then we link Dropped a tape It is non stop (Back room studios Nigga) We mightve been the first to drop a tape in the ville
3.
To measure pain How they measure cain To provoke the wind, To revolt and sin Of hoop dreams or five mics The source of all light Sons and daughters or Still rappin , hoopin Roll the dice A way to make it out The traps of a haunted house Full of hidden ghost Sneaky but overtly out From dreaming of the nbat To now signing nda’s Young boy Hope to never go broke again You can die and win But they the ones that gain Play the role of men, you ain’t gotta die within Old man for council, young man for war May you live to old age mature It’s a nigga factory, each sold separately I tip toe heavenly and Keep toast clothes next to me To heat those devilish, Kill those devilish, kill those devilish Fucc a roc nation brunch Like wow fakest bunch Of smiles Take a hunch Mad veneers and pastel Pretty Pink Naked lunch How everybody cheeks How everybody freaks We are living residual of slavery and the minimal these white folks can do Is pretend I’m not invisible it is visible The lynching of my physical Killin you killin you AdopTed Nigga spirituals Im back outside with a backpackers pride That lyrical miracle rap Rappers guide nah The boy is nice It’s cold as ice I skate on tracks I’m cold as ice Where’s the Rico for dem kkk’s and racist crackaz Theres plenty out in Georgia, panhandle Flawda I been to Tallahassee go to Walmart it’s wacky Twas a fight bout some khaki dickie suits Man don’t @ me I gotta get out!
4.
Heroes 02:54
Akin Yai Old head on a freedom grind Jit on demon time Life currently I say Nigga free your mind Image and self esteem Tell me what it all means Black against empire, blood suckin vampire Vicious cycle of the world but I can’t tire Get off of TikTok and pick up a book Chakras Keep a balance cuz my energy field matters say I’m a real one, And I’m preaching the truth but don’t let it go to ya head So what are you? I am Straight outta nubia fam i’ve been studious Dropped out them GHS halls There’s no schoolin this I taught myself Garvey Proudly I can walk Godly You ain’t gotta heart me I love myself gladly Flex weird Ok fatherless sphere I’m pinching myself make sure I’m still here feel the power Up for dumb hours Some cower Bow to the pressure Them cowards Aquarius age Rage against the victor Cuz now we (they) know You a threat No longer victim Malcom Kwame (say my name) Trayvon Biko (say my name) Senghor Aimé (say my name) Hero People Nikki Keisha (say my name) Sandra Mesha (say my name) Nene Rico (say my name) Hero People (Nate Turner) From indigenous roots We be the living proof/ Children of the Most High, Thank GOD for giving truth/ Preachers in the synagogue of Satan be speaking that hatred. We trying to give you knowledge and wisdom, these barz sacred. Prophets and Messengers hoping to help the rest of us. Trying to live life by example But shit be stressing us... Drama, trauma, we deal with reaping our karma. Now we forced to be still...pray and meditate, Dhali Llama I promised Mama... I will never stop the movement 'cause I was told that if you got a goal then keep pursuing it Doing it from your heart and your spirit and you'll succeed. No matter what the obstacles you just gotta believe. Politicking with politicians...the game vicious... Freedom really come in the spirit but we don't wanna hear it. Not to mention they focusing our intention on fetters and traps that's meant to keep the people from ascension. Now fabricated vision replacin spiritual missions. Don't caught up in this hell we call the 3rd Dimension. They steal our power with Towers through 5G but my soul is not for sell You demons can't buy me It's time to break away from the chains and get free!
5.
Life,skies,write,times, I Times I write skies life They listen with they eyes The pissing match of the oppression Olympics Go visit America I feel it , I see it FDA and Ados And those that worship Adolf or okkk we in the muthafuckin playoffs This high science, they want gossip Stick to Akademiks for the latest hot topics authenticity No one cares You live and die by your likes And fuckin shares Secret niggas hidden colors , I am neither, that ain’t for us I live where the poorest are happy You can’t @ me With your struggle rap ,coke talk You can’t dap me I’m from an era where niggas will test you And see if you are What you attest to They was short fused Made outta test tube Now live what you eat Or you is fresh food Cornbread greens candy yams special Down south that’s soul God bless you Life,skies,write,times, I Times I write skies life They listen with they eyes We was 2 dope boyz in a Pontiac On tour overseas we was selling rap Then the biz came between us Now we solo acts But i love my nigga and we did that Be careful who you wife up I seen vampires suck a Nigga life blood Word to Christ bruh Talented Mister D hope that you get free last convo was key to me writing you this It’s like a diary Ire of me Feelin irie Just unveiling layers I’m like Kyrie With no apologies for they hypocrisies Im just a rebel on the mic speaking prophecies Mono genetic versus poly genetic I am original man So my aesthetic is Closer to nature We are the chosen You can tell by all this fuckin hatin

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Lyricist Akin Yai and Boston based beat-makers SHORT BUSS13 joined forces to release "Trauma Economy" . Boom Bap beats meet straight talk uplifting messaging centered around themes of identity, exploitation, ownership, and self love.

Art Direction: Jason Frings
Produced by SHORT BUSS13
mastered by Carl Saff

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released May 5, 2023

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Akin Yai Gainesville, Florida

Born in Ouidah,Benin (West Africa) Akinlola Yai spent his early childhood years migrating back and forth from Benin republic to Nigeria. Akinlola moved to America at 8yrs old and at the height of the golden year of hiphop...that winter Akinlola immediately immersed himself in American popular culture, music and most specifically hiphop like NWA's " straight outta compton" and lyricists like Rakim ... more

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