1. |
Nostalgia
02:48
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Triple beam
Used to be the dream
Never what it seem
As adult learn
Had to learn to swim
Not an aqua teen
I get out then fall in again
How we make it out
It’s a maze
Pray for better dayz
Wait til I get paid
British Knights
Godfathers slice
A taste of heaven nice
I was then slave to the pen
A nigga loved to write
Manifest thought to a check
It’s been a crazy ride
Arcades, coming of age
Revolting on a page
Star seed i star gaze
Dem was some heady days
Empath
Never sold crack
I pushed my little weed
'96 up in the mix
But I was selling mid
Riding bikes sophomore shit
My momma found my stash
Oh shit omg
Back to the motherland
Wham bam, blood diamonds
And Niggas pushin lands
Fresh fit, yearbook pics
Tommy Hil was it , Natuica
Preppy kids
But we was black boys
Summertime snow cone trucks
I peeped the melody
Euphoria
Moments of heaven I could remember this
Light , dark class color prejudice
Yo you can’t get free
cuz you a Methodist ,
Get out the Deep South
And see a whole new
Aquifer how we rock cuz nature loves you
ochre, yellow tones
And how it match the skin
Innocence
Becoming a child and how to live again
Triple beam
Used to be the dream
Never what it seem
As adult learn
Had to learn to swim
Not an aqua teen
I get out then fall in again
How we make it out
It’s a maze
Pray for better dayz
Wait til I get paid
Hop scotch, the box, swatch
No Spotify bots
CD walk in spots
You had to go and cop
Flash back
Hazmat raps inside a backpack
Jansport dangerous son
I can recall that
Killa D, hu allah star and akinyai too
Demos, 5th Ave shows
and how we served you
Every word that we spoke
It was blasphemous
Riding shottie in some white bitch Maxima
Old fool
Will hold tool inside a bubble goose
Air out
9am they closed the fucking school
My book report was due
That starter jacket’s cool
Triple beam
Used to be the dream
Never what it seem
As adult learn
Had to learn to swim
Not an aqua teen
I get out then fall in again
How we make it out
It’s a maze
Pray for better dayz
Wait til I get paid
We was the last generation to slide
And really play outside
22s discovering hues
And what it’s like to die
While I alive
Why won’t I strive
I’m glad I did survive 25
Making it past
I never I thought I would
Shake the stat
Making a rap
For me that was good
Triple beam
Used to be the dream
Never what it seem
As adult learn
Had to learn to swim
Not an aqua teen
I get out then fall in again
How we make it out
Pop pop
Popeyes
Shit, That nigga Pop too
Reeboks
Duval kids and we will wop you
92,93,94 Yoo
Fun n gun
Some go deep
The game will swamp you
Football numbers
Some Niggas got’em
Rip Al whoever shot’em
You took a father, a son, brother, friend
Casualties of the war
From boyz to men
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2. |
Black Soap
02:59
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Glorious
No mattter what they story is
I’m in a golden state like a player from the warriors
It’s Mobius
My 3 dimensions causing phobias
Like some ummm
Gender Dysporia
Imma let my nuts hang
Let them shits swing on a ho
Orangutan
And pseudo science, superstition
Made of violence and blonde ambition
dumbing down of America
Sound bytes, and fetishing
Black bodies are vanishing
Celebration of ignorance
Social media killin it
Hard to tell how real it is
Everybody tellin hella lies
Why?
You bought a check and still ain’t verified
In my eyes
I don seen the realest
Blue collar
Real ones tell me they feel this
Bumped in buildings, spaces
Even racist gotta feel this
Sound of blackness baby
Optimistic
Now we gotta do logistics
Cuz the school board’s a fraud
Tryna plot and twist it
Full erasure
Crackaz cold as glacier
For survival
We are close to nature
That’s god!
Black soap to clean earth
Black Soap to heal the hurt
Black Soap to cleanse the dirt
Black Soap is in the work
To fear none
Like a sin or the shits I give
Love the fam, peace to dad
So for them I live
Writing letters to my son
Told-’em Nigga you the one
In the future when you read it
Go and shine like the umm
We are the Mecca
Live and direct from
State of the confusion
Fantasy is lit
Reality is losing
Choice is always yours
Prepare for the choosing
Room full of bores
No wonder why they snoozing
It’s a shit show and you don’t know the half
In this strip show they all show they ass
Mercantile standards
Cotton, niggas,
Cameras placed in front of you
And you ain’t know the damage
I tap into my dome alone
Creating masterpiece
You shoe shining Niggas
Smile when massa speak
We are not the same
Lame,
Get off my ding a ling
Strange
How You for the culture
But you always run to vultures
These Vladimir types that help to self destruct us
So I on fucc with rappers
Whether conscious or not
We are compromised
Type to help Malcom get shot
Roman circus, emperors
Feed the lions
To distract us
People cuz times is trying
Yea Shed tears ideas for panacea
Bronze medalist niggas
Nobody cares
Im here to give’em truth , and how we rocks
Its a bop
Courtesy of Enoch
Buy black owned
Black soap to clean earth
Black Soap to heal the hurt
Black Soap to cleanse the dirt
Black Soap is in the work
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3. |
All My Children
03:13
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This Ukraine theater
And Russia on the prowl
Wow some days it’s hard to find my smile
How
The sun’s still beaming on his child wow
The sun’s still beaming on us now
Collapse the dollar
When Africa unite it’s over
Morocco to SA
The Mali Soldiers
Cheers to y’all
Adhere to or pierce through all
Plo like Lumumba when I speak this thought
Freak this art
We need a currency that’s ours
Forget Switzerland and swift
Keep it strictly in house
Like continental free trade
The diamonds and the phosphate
Cotton, gold, and uranium
Cobalt to lighten up stadiums
Industrialize industrialize
All my children time to rise
Less consumption more production
Grow your own and want for nothing
Unify unify
You know they thrive of our divide
Awake from slumber
Hollywood
Dayz of thunder
Get out get out
And leave me to fix the blunder
Note to self
I will not be bought and dealt
Into servitude
Free market love yourself
No bleaching the skin
Blackest melanin you in
Longevity’s the race
And 1st place you win
I am the soil
Fertile and
I birth your oil
Want more hit my nephew
The Arab boss
I sample sun, red earth
and looped the moon
That gave you sky as the limit
For that constant boom
Just know it bust
And when it does
In god we trust
sea goddess
Mermaid like that’s black like us
Sunset over Tangier
The mood is set
Fuckin beautiful
Look at all the eyes we get
The deeper they dig
The blacker it gets
Unite the land
The stage is set
Dark cloud over Egypt
Heated, wasn’t black enough
Leave it up to them they denying us
Hide they face and use my hands
Invisible boy to miracle man
French maid, maiden name or medal honor
Beholding to them and what they wanna (nah)
The yellow man’s here is cuz of claustrophobia
Back in his home for me there’s phobia
Imperialist greedy and gung ho
Free the Sahel
We don’t need no more symposiums
Alphabet boys
The boys nosy dem
USD to xof (death)
France Afrique IMF the debt
PSA To USA
Respect, the debt finessed
Is you in need?
SOS yes
They want my flesh
Exploit my fesse bet
Gold Dinar Oh my God (Yes)
The west they stressed
White man’s wig on black mans head is death
White Jesus for Africans is death
France Afrique ImF death
Respect the debt finesse
Is you in need?
SOS yes
They want my flesh
Exploit my fesse bet
Gold Dinar Oh my God (Yes)
The west they stressed
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4. |
Kool Moe Dee
02:49
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Guess who’s next to shoot
I execute my right to bear arms
You better move
My sharp African spear harm
Any rap cat in close range
Feel the most pain
Get ya clothes stained
Cus I’m far the most sane
The most deranged still hold the same
Word that I’ll blow ya frame
High caliber raps are known fold ya brain
I represent
Where the sun rise first
No need to carry heat
The verse scar body parts well.
Its the intellect I spit well
I eclipse hell with these clouds of darkness
Regardless tho my ship sail
I was dancing y’all aint here the music
In my head
its crazy
Don’t make me do it
Ok corral
Quick draw like blao
That nigga foul
This shit wild
Kool as moe dee
How ya like me now
Boy King
Came off porch
And jumped fence
Hopped in a space ship
Ain’t been back since
My defense
Hit the gas so hard
Bent
Corners of that exosphere where I ascend
Makes sense
I’m a space cadet gent
Planetary drift, it shift
When I vent
Im him
God is back
They caught wind
Flyboy in chocolate milk
I fall up
New day
Homeboy found a new ray
Beam on a nigga
cus sun he don’t play
Thats me
Son of a linguist and Prince
I tilt my crown and do my thing
That’s it
Ok corral
Quick draw like blao
That nigga foul
This shit wild
Kool as moe dee
How ya like me now
Yo lets bring back 3 verses
Writing cursive
Then take land like Louisiana purchase
Bless the natives
Cus they was there
That’s the Indians
The Mexicans of yesteryear
Bad analogy
But I made it rhyme
Self portrait of the artist
Now to current time
And the baddies, they on it now
She want a zaddy
But I’m married with a golden child
Push the pen
Ok corral
Quick draw like blao
That nigga foul
This shit wild
Kool as moe dee
How ya like me now
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5. |
Inner Mission
03:00
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Deep in my feels
Up in the a.m
Tryna make work outta the mayhem
A place to exist and be you
Catching a vibe
My father’s room
A nest to rest but still an office
Hours and late, I’m still a novice
African art and many books
A table and fan
To out the jux
This place here is meditation
Surrounded by wealth of information
Ying and a yang
They call balance
Smashed a few dimes
Up
Up in this palace
Not to objectify them in song
But I love women
No right or wrong
Just like weed
Gods creation
Follow Unfollow
New age relation
Over minimal beats
I catch wreck
Using old school slang
Cus what’s next
Nothing new under sun
That’s correct
Everything that live revert back
Magic and Spirituals
up in the booth
ion like how they did Ye for speaking truth
the black voice is owned where is the lie at?
bet Revolt
warn a brother to try that
A singular voice on our own
Ghost busters touch ya when alone
thats why these niggas scare as heck
to rap about more than sex and death
and ya lil chains you exist
I know for long they denied you this
So i don’t blame the artist
its modest where they came from
the pain, the filth
vials that derailed some
so familiar
this long line of servitude
from indentured to endangered reclining dude
love the arc because
its us too
Modern art and ugh
what a breakthrough
House of cards fall
a Babylon play
joker smile, wild
that be all day
padded rooms, tuned
do what i say
costumes, coons
its all cosplay
We must set forth before the dawn
At the devil casted 7 stones
tribals marks on head of bronze
son, we was Rome before the guns, nuns
priest cant teach a folk none
Run, speak and reek of dope huh? dumb
stupid freak of flow
hum sumthin
may they feel it
wretched of the earth
fanning idols on a ceiling
appealing to whom and what
objective is the killing of everything indigenous
positioning they theories
diabolical to the hair follicle
thats why hitler stache is what they rockin (true)
democracy in Greece
peace, we don’t believe in that
the land you gave you took and tryna sell it back
so sinister words of minister
As the judges jail me while alive
Will posterity fail me
When I die
You never know
some things are why
These giant roaches fucking fly
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6. |
African American
03:08
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Return me to source from what I came
The land, people and what’s my name
Color me black or just a nigga
The man, the whips, and how it triggers
The way I look at all of y’all
In my eyes you see withdrawn
Pain is life and that is for sale
What you see is what you get
That’s just because it’s real
From the field,, over hill
Through the valley
Wa surviving in the ville
Hey it’s your brother
Look here I’m sorry
I sold you to the white man
Without the knowledge
How you would suffer
It was bidness
Thinking money I was greedy
What a sickness
know you bitter
Prolly hate me
I would too if I’m was you
Please forgive me
For the slaughter
You went harder
I will never hide the truth from your daughter
Now you’re sorta
Living martyr
How you made it through the shark infested water
To repel ghosts
I was shell-toed
Stepping to that concrete jungle
That Melle Mel wrote
Broken glass
Everywhere you path
You can enter or refrain
There’s a lesson hearing that
Fearing that
Power in a class
Its illegal to be woke
So they burying the facts
As they sheep
Children of the beast
Its was getting kinda crazy
So I had to travel east
Kiss the sun
Wind is like my drum
How I use the the turbulence
To pay the rent
I am song
Know you feel it
This is freedom in a psalm
Know you feel it this is freedom..
He who is brave don’t play the coward
He who is coward don’t play the brave
The world is a stage for they parade
Are you a slave or entertained
Either way the show was paid
Keep on scrolling to the grave
Bartered souls is up for sale
I hope its worth all you gave
Observe
Conflict on the scene
The privileged ones
And what it means
Entitlement to own space
That is to be white in this place
As they Cancun for spring beak
I stayed home and said grace
Drunk on boats
They gave chase
Surrounded a brother with they hate
They want music press play
amped up Ye on All Day
Bro will swim to meet me
Folk don’t play bout me
Catch these hands and plus feet
Me no surrender, no retreat
Viral viral
Its a fight
Digital land
In black and white
Viral Viral
It’s a fight
Seem to be my whole damn life
Unite and fight this melodrama (or else)
Im folding white chairs in Alabama
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7. |
Bad Religion
02:41
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Yo its rare that I get a beat from
Dave
so imma freak it
Speak about the gods
from Kemet to William Griffin jr
There is not another must be sniffing
Sooner,
bouta drop a jewel about the teachings
Im a student
truly Coolin in this day and age
I get over like a preacher speaking frequencies
Sound matter, town gather
phony industries can’t compete with precolonials and prophecies
Orisha Oluwa who are the Gods of me
(Who are they?)
What if God was a human right activist
She prolly give’em hell
And a whole ass to kiss
All black, is that sadomasochist
no perversion or bible verses
I mastered this
Critical lens for critical mass
Curricula bought
The state is an ass
Every word on the page is like a like a letter to engage
To diss Israel as a state is not in hate
Can’t joint the circus
I know my purpose and why I’m here
I am blessed off the grid
Stres, i disappear
Breaking of simulation
Too many men are hating
Deep in the claws of jaws of fuckin Satan baiting
Debating great debaters
Ravers of a faux
crusader
Its hard candy
Sweet to kill you now and later
You losing teeth from treats
No god can come and save ya
(No one)
Fuck a missionary
And the cross you carry
You meant well?
Blind faith and blood you married
To enslave a nigga
In the name of God
So the face you worship is your oppressor
Odd
you turned the other cheek
To hear your massa speak
Obey your lord he walked you into a baptist tree
What is allah’s guilt?
I said Islam in deed
Cuz alll of that exploited me upon discovery
God is big business
And men in chains too
My true religion in genes becoming fashionable
From Cuba to Brasil
Soft, daddy chill
Path is open
lets toast to Melville
Ghetto babies wake up
See God inside ya make up
That other shit is spooky
Spooky scary hours faker
Ghetto children wake up
See god inside your make up
That other shit is spooky
Spooky scary hours faker
White Jesus black home
That’s Bad Religion
CIA in the Congo
Bad Religion
Yoruba thats resold
Bad Religion
white washed for weak souls
Christianity weaponized
Bad Religion
Every Preacher Televised
Bad Religion
White Saviors selling lies
Bad Religion
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8. |
Audio Blaxploitation
03:17
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Black pimp, ho stroll
Scroll to see the faux on a snow patrol
No go, bbl lacking
But it was nicer back then
More real
Caught a raw deal
when I dropped out
Remerged
Indie rap star is how I copped out
Locked in
penitentiary (penitent) chances I’m a marksman
Pages full of rage
and gauges Dumping out
Its hot lead
I’m not dead
So alive
Writings should be archived
So alive
Jump with no parachute to scuba dive
No I wouldn’t
These are just the sicker thoughts of my mind
Pantomime
Its anybody’s guess on why you tryna rhyme
Cus y’all be moving lips
But I ain’t hearing shit
Shut your mouth
I do not complain
I expose
Then bring the ruckus sir
I want the smoke
And imma light it by myself sir
Life of a stepper
Versus
Devil and his helper
I sit atop the hill
Wait to snipe the freckles off ya
This is murder
Ayo
Revenge of the black nerds
Who hated Fred Durst
A bunch of Cul de sac rap kids
And posers on the purge
That’s suburbia
Hold no grudge
I never heard of ya
Cus who did what, when, and why is only serving ya
I’m so now
I’m still writing what you hearing right now
Modus operandi
They’ll be banning what I write down
A how to
Beat the odds and doubters that’s around you
No it’s not a secret
Bitch, the book is called survival
Children of a lesser got’em stressing
God is fresher
Spook who sat beside the door
The tech is on the dresser nigga
Pressure, get’em
In wartime he spit’em
Calling non believers
Bet I’m shittin on ya wisdom
In yo head xxxxxx
Immigrant Summer
Baby #1 stunna
How we hit the ground running like
Carl and Jackie Joyner
From a number runner to the White House that’s a come up
She may never get the credit
The black woman is a wonder
Pain that she Carri
Passing every adversary like baton on this track
I feel it very necessary
All hail the Queen
No its not Elizabeth
I’ll voodoo that bitch back to like
To make her serve this royalty
Revenge Fantasy
Akin Yai ministries
Healing spirits since 19 muthafuckin 96
Purposefully written
truly duty to be perfect
And in my imperfection
learn a lesson
So its worth it
In yo head
In yo head xxxxxxxxxxx
I went for dolo
No features
Just the kid Enoch
Bitches
Take the gold from the world’s riches
Sub Saharan Africa
Nuggets outta Ivory Coast
Slid out like Mcguyver
I’m a riot tho
Baptized in Christ
Then we capsized the ship
Sidis and scholars
God is chastised and stripped
Of the myth
Plot twist
We was never colonized
Roles reversed and worse
they were never modernized
Savages
Ran the whole town down to ravages
Sounds like a certain type of folk
Gon be mad at this
Black king i’m god
Phylicia Rashad plus
Keisha from Belly
Tell me
Who can I trust
Not myself
I dream a verse
then wake to compose the day
Envisioning of Mariama’s face
Poster made
College fling
Fresh outta Mali
My Fulani queen
To watch the world evolve around your grace
That is everything
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9. |
Deep Fakes
02:37
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Ambulance chaser
Rapper on demand
Always on the scene
Because that is my brand
Always got something to say
Because I’m known
To clout chase on these platforms
Beware of those that fetishize blackness
Shea butter and dashikis
Preaching sadness
A break from pussy songs
Everybody tuff gong
This is one love
Hope road
Wah gwan
Some sorta absurdist
Murder theater gone wrong
Opening night
Curtain closed the crowd arose
A round of applauds
For all y’alls side shows
Court jesters, child molesters
powerful
They were suits
And bear fruits of labored youth
And hire goons
Trained to spook the voice of true
Ghetto gospel saucy
fuel the fossil
Against the machine
I dream
And then I hustle
Not a hero, villain or really anything
I am everything
And everything is everything
Smart phone, dumb niggas
Some triggers
You just gave these apes ak’s
Shivers
And steer clear
Stampede and riot gear
Straight zoo
bibles leviathan
White myth is black dope
They high on it
white myth is black dope
they high on it
(jesus christ)
Ambulance chaser
Rapper on demand
Always on the scene
Because that is my brand
Always got something to say
Because I’m known
To clout chase on these platforms
That’s cap
I’m a vocalist, holding text
Type golden shit
Foxy brown skin
That’s him
Got beaucoup raps
No frugal act
you can google that
Then let her throw it back
It’ll boomerang from here to Bucharest
Not the rolling loud crowd
Still acting wild
We was at the bandshell
swell, Passing out
Watching dem
Daddy Fat Saxx Andre Benjamin
Blonde Caesar geezer
Outcasted from the rest of men
Telecharge torrents
Influence
Been hitting foreigns
With no drivers license
How I slide inside of Florence
So romantic
Opposite of Trump
And what Desant is
Biden while I enlighten
On what to be a man is
Something different
Than this patriarchy y’all be sniffing
Issa barbie world
I’m a nigga feel indifference
Slightly jaded
Walk about the town type
Faded, zooted outta mind
reminded nothing’s sacred
keep ya focus
Ambulance chaser
Rapper on demand
Positive conscious
Tags to my brand
Always got something to say
Because I’m known
To clout chase on these platforms
Deep Fakes
There’s one in each state
To trauma bond
Drama some
Its lit
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10. |
La La Land
02:32
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Gunology with numerology
The bullet or the ballot
What a conflict
Astrology
Want outta this space
We can’t orbit
Want outta this race but can’t forfeit
Plot thickens, i need to write faster
seed of my pastures
baby need diapers
And then some
My future grandson
It’s a ugly world
But the paper Make you handsome
I like it dusty
The drum kit musty
That’s Dave on the boards
finally it’s getting funky
Healer,
Heal thyself while you live
And then you have a Message to deliver
For every doofus
pounded out toothless
And all the hoochies
poppin out they coochie
and all the stooges
Poppa’d out in Coogi
Or prolly Kool G Rapper outta movie,
Road to the riches , some stay close to kitchens, chef boyar-keys
They push push the fiction,
And spoke with diction
Hoping folks will listen
And Sold convictions
Dope and so conflicted
La la la.. (repeat2x)
A monotone in my voice for mister Elam
Tons of guns for the kids
But what is freedom
Building wells in Africa for the people
Charity for your weak deflated ego
One nation
We stand to praise the eagle
Like Jamal and Malik
We still illegal
Say it loud for the back
And let dem people hear it
What you hearing is time
And flashes of the spirit
Like photosynthesis
Light up in
The sentences
Trickle down fuel the body with the medicine.
They wanted seats at the table when they let us in
I said Nah fuck them crackaz
We gon burn it down
And build it up
With a face on a native crown
Visitors they gon know
If they take it down
Man between stanzas commercialized gangstas
You forty plus
You need to pull ya pants up
Like a bibliophile
Get lost in kingdoms
Made of paper and ink
And greater vision
Imagination of life
In state of bliss
Imagining the beyond
Instead of this
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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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