AlfaKilo 47
same tool in the hands of the oppressed
as the hand of the oppression
well i guess theres got suppressors
suppressin fire
medics and led vests
an prior combat experience,
furious simulant stimulant aggression
a media to discredit your claims of conquest
and emergency contact carpet bomb that
toastin to peace improbable
grabbin at gross domestic product by the pocketful
prodigal, methodical
psychological warfare
subliminal, chemical
biological warfare
make the invaluable malleable, presidential salary full
no knowledge of nihilist diabolical forbears
cross bearers crucified on crosshairs
yeah
you catch tempo and catch temples
just to stretch bimbos in stretch limos?
i rush Rush limbaughs limo
this Full Metal Rappin
no chorus is a product, no verse a sales pitch
on some snail shit there is no prevailing
impale it let entrails drip
minin my mind on non violent resistance
sky is the limit
still you on some chem trail shit
huh?
nines bang i let my mind bang
youth follow suit
trials tame a childs brain
unfiled claws file fangs
rile troops pile loot
i think it’s bout time the time came
you learned what my reign’s named
i cum thought bubbles
uncircumsized brain
dime dames mamed
internal rhyme grind
game
slang internalized pain
of a time tamed
suicide stained mind frame
cane and fine wine waned
fire flame ya sires name
trained the same to die in vain
but i breathe life through your empires vains
Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway,
a place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstore, lived in the ghetto,
I've lived all over this town
This ain't no party, this ain't no function,
this ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain't got time for that now
Transmit the message, to the receiver,
hope for an answer some day
I got three passports,
a couple of visas,
you don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,
everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, work in the nightime,
I might not ever get home
This ain't no party, this ain't no function,
this ain't no fooling around
This ain't no mudd club, or C. B. G. B.,
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody might see you up there
rigged tripwire
shotgun fire
for the footsteps climbing the stairs
I got some groceries, some peanut butter,
to last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers,
ain't got no headphones,
ain't got no records to play
Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
meet at the checkpoints
download the bitcoins, just keep the mission in mind
This ain't no party, this ain't no function,
this ain't no fooling around
I'd like to kiss you, I'd love you hold you
I ain't got no time for that now
Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,
blended in with the crowd”
We got computers, we're tapping the phone lines,
I know that that ain't allowed
We dress like students,
we dress like housewives,
or in a suit and a tie
changed my hairstyle,
so many times now,
I don't know what I look like
You make me shiver, I feel so tender,
we make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving,
you oughta get you some sleep
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, and it burns like a furnace,
the burning keeps me alive
Get your instructions, follow directions,
then you should change your address
Maybe tomorrow,
maybe the next day,
what ever you think is best
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, and it burns like a furnace,
the burning keeps me alive
credits
from ILL I RISE,
released July 7, 2014
Produced by Rajiv LeRoy
Philly producer with a notable list of clients drops self-released rap album that's heavy on the soul and jazz flavor. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2015