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Submarine Zombie Attack
02:23
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2. |
Annual Report
04:06
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Annual Report
Done built yourself a Frankenstein. The shits not funny
Gonna bury you in the mines. The shits not funny, bankers stole all our money
Manifest this, I am your destiny
You can’t escape it bitch there too many of me
How you wanna kill it
In the process the world will consume you
Go ahead press the button doom gonna beat you. Do it
You like it when we starving, survival of the fittest you say
What you playing at? I’m about to come your way
Koch all the way to Mercer, hurt ya
You been shook for a century and we gonna work on your fodder
The ghosts of the Bolsheviks down by Bacou holla
Stalin on the stade with a bomb on his back you can’t follow
While you crunching up your numbers and killing off the taxes, shocker
Sailing cross the seas just to get what his is back
Add it up, the numbers never match up, the fuck...
Done built yourself a Frankenstein, gonna bury you in the mines.
I think I need to empty out my mattress
I used to go out with this gold digging actress
Always pay my taxes, individual access
Can you remember where we buried all those axes
Bitch stole all of my money
Spent it on shoes like a playboy bunny
Shits not funny, huh, shes got the honey
Used to live a life that was so egocentric
Until the day when it magically ended
Goldman Sachs, wax fully intended
Maximum output visually rendered
Hanging out with Siegfried and Frank Ocean
Balance falling in perpetual motion
Coulda been a lawyer, shoulda been an activist
Now I’m just a hologram followed by an asterix
Don’t ask where the master is...
The Devil’s in the detail, Angels writing emails
Exhonerating she-males, calculating pre-sales
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My little pony
You know who I am tho anyway, you know
the King of what? The king of style...
History is filthy...
So many my little ponies with razor blades and AKs no irony lost
This generation ain’t shocked by a goddam thing, me neither
Curing fever for change with boots and a rock through windows
I got correctible mandables handling planets for alien animals
Dealing manageable by capital cannibals still handling Hannibal
Long after Byzantium changed the languages
Judea paying damages payment plan tragic
Two thousand years sassault by savages
Resavaging scavaging mythology in the place of history
The final human tragedy you mad at me?
yeah you mad at me but you can’t get mad at my family
I blame the old Romans and the Catholics B
Five star Nazis you tasties
Slipping out my urethera easily you blind bitches
Fucking...
See I’m the type of guy who brings an apple to a gunfight
I only complain if this shits not getting done right
Enter the dragon now I’m entering a bun fight
I’ll check the seasoning I’m hooked after just one bite
Mentally I’m shaky but I’m still feeling alright
Just a little nervous like a vampire is to sunlight
I didn’t like that dude I had to press the unlike
I know it’s awkward but we’re still having fun right?
TV playing like an opera with more violence
Yeah, I’m feeling angry but I still prefer the silence
I can hear the buzzing through electrical pylons
Walks just like a queen but she still laddered her nylons
Krylon, Wet Look, iron on patch book
Feasting on fat hooks, delivering some bad looks
Watchu took? You shook the whole earthquake you fake
Taking a break to make and masturbate, chaturbate, dislocate the mandate.
And Unicorns are just horses with horns.
See this is just semi like what I would call it but if I really get into it and start
Camouflaging it I don’t think you even be able to read it...
Huh? Can’t swipe or scan this
Born brandless, banished from the Metropolis
Nothing’s monotonous, all Eye got is this
One-way ticket to Heliopolis
Nine-hour hangover wit’ a layover in Moscow,
No Nautilus= Phoenicians breedin’ with bredrin of the Oculus
Moloch-Hop, hip ripped out the socket, who’s detachin’ me?
Translucent mutants recruitin’ faculty to Out-Black me
Eye’m Crimson Orphan of Annie, “Notice me= God, are you Okay?”
“Pass the Orenthal until Ornette calls J’, all we hear is=”
Inner Ear, thinner fears, no king appears
Stephen leavin’ a beer for Sekhmet & old Queers
Beauford & Vivien goin’ Mérovingien on hearts
As the market gasps, Milarepa never laughs
Thoth tossed the stash= Bond’s coins bit
Flashes of saffron nights in empty lightenin’ in Thebes
All we got is debt & this useless Post Traumatic Rappers Disease.
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4. |
Influential
03:36
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Influential
You don’t realise your true potential
Thats why you feel so... influential to me
Never mind what they say it’s not true
And I just want you
I don’t care about the other people
It’s all about
You burn woodland like a proto grown man
Clear cut villain reduced to a show man
Show some grown man
Everything been stolen
There’s nothing left to steal
But my two fingers of a bow man
You’re right government always
Slips back to monarchy thats right
Believe that no king ever
Gonna set us free read fact
Your judean christianity
Only function right on the backs
Of those you think don’t Believe
This heretic rhetoric is older than
The snot on King George’s sleeve
Dysentary to Damascus
It started with the families
You might the get the run son
But you can’t outrun your history
We might get the the run son
But we can’t outrun our history
No escape baby...
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I’m stretched out like the ropes on a chuck wagon
Young storyteller flying on luck dragons
I ain’t tough acting but it’s tough acting
It’s hard to read through the lines with enough passion
I come from BBoy fashion and bus passes
I look around all confused like what the fuck happened
The moons hollow it’s a real boondoggle
Selling old kombucha in a new bottle
I draw circles dressed in all purple
Mos def like a four foot tall turtle
I use it to pole vault over tall hurdles
In 95 I first met my aunt Mirtle
As a teenager in Seattle’s Green Acres
My memories move like a screensaver
My brains dark and my hearts in a spin cycle
I’m ready to pop like bullets within rifles
I wrote a spiritual manual and biz bible
Buy in bulk twelve tees and ten vinyls
And that thats an order
Those are marching orders
You gotta march to do that
Where’s my nanotech pilots, vermillion violets
With wind chimes hanging on the ends of your eyelids
Making time to enjoy the silence
Endorse the violence, listen to Primus
Fantasy football footfall to hybrids
Driving five hours but I’m undecided
My destination hydron collided
So divided and narrowly sighted
Now we’re carbon heavy maybe it’s time to cycle
And here I am between two blokes named Michael
We may have lost the battle but we won the title
Archetypal and I love all my rivals
In arrivals at Gatwick airport
With too many bags and I’m travelling barefoot
Dealing with these idiots at every square foot
Death tolls roll in the billions output
Cheap Imitations and designations
Relegate, devastate I hate innovations
Wasted time on dodgy annotations
And now it’s even too late for action stations
Gentrification forced inflation
Dishing out free sex therapy consultations
Aviation can be such a bitch
Let’s all rise up and eat the rich...
We always waxing opinion paper
Dead Can Rap opinionated
Obit in Op-ed exasperated
No feet to facts but they syncopated
Put it on tracks but we don’t debate it
Slick with rhetoric
Jive diabetic
Intellect synthetic
Tweet pathetic
Twitter loads slower than my porn site
So I don’t tweet but I freak right
Like a white house leak
Never air tight
Like bluetooth beats
Never pair right
The rich out for delf
Cuz world is fortnight
Dim the porch light
Strike at waist height
Like adidas vs nike
This ain’t a fair fight
Culture war like so many before
Revolution raw and loveless
But this one here mostly bloodless
Historically it’s been far more reckless
Check Robespierre and Mao in comparison
The right’s reaction embarrassing
They overreact like we the latter ones
Gives them an excuse to splatter some
They got one tactic fear + guns
Our strategy’s elastic
3/4 to 4/4
Or poly-time 5/7 we rise
Clips on 2 if we got some
We got em on the run
For one reason
Cuz we always on the 1
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6. |
Real Shit
04:00
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Real Shit
Second to millimeter
Not in the bullet feeder
Seven five calibre
Calibrate with the Haliburton
We sit in the feudal system
We tweet and we never listen
Got one chance to break up the system
With the present I’m breaking shit
A chance we ain’t taking it
The good thing about the lies
Is how they destabilize
Before the lines were really sly
Not this guy forty five
So now it be do or die
Right now revolution time
October in this state of mind
Time to fight for the ninety nine
One percent to the guillotine
Burn the whole damn machine
They blamed it on the refugees
Sub prime refugees, Dow Jones refugees
HSBC with the refugees said nigga please...
Me I’m immigrant, third generation
Post war, post wave, post immigration
Levelling the constant elevation
Making me smile is a forced sensation
Non native, so radical,
Quantic oh so sympatico
Animal change just like manimal
Human beings are all infallible
I used to be so unreliable
Nowadays I’m just socially viable
Unclassifiable, undeniable
And occasionally undesirable
You’ve got yourself some personal issues
Oxaflozane and a box of tissues
Trying hard not to slip through the fissures
Playing golf off the coast of Mauritius
Yeah hand me that seven iron please... Thank you
We got raped by a minority, stock broker crying babies
They can’t take the blame for shit and since then we carried it
And you know the analysis and still we rejected it
And thats why we losing it, lets get back to the real shit
Attack where the capital is
Attack where the capital is
Attack where the capital is
Attack where the capital is
Attack where the capital is
Attack where the capital is
Let’s get back to the real shit...
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The dead can rap FT. Nosaj
Lets go to work Lets go to work
Now a lot of my friends are heavy drinkers
Now I walked on Mars and never fell
Spent my time in Mexico running from Hell
I was trapped in sky for many nights
Took my freak brother shugi with my DJ Mike
People acting all strange when I came down
To the ground I’m a stranger in my own town now
Living off the grid with my cash and kids
I might did it but I just can’t admit it
Live and let die, spread your wings
learning navigation might get out clean
In this everchanging world that we live in
The only thing I can trust is my motherfucking children
Victory, Godspeed RIP Valhalla children are the revolution nigga fight the power
Lets go now...
She was cooking collard Greens in Pan-am I needed no more convincing man
So I bounced from the Bronx now I’m dropping off kids and
Smashing up their I phones if they use em in the kitchen
Props to scotty but I flip like Horace Pippin
Obsessed with high yellow like Beaufort Delany
Coming cray like Colscott in a pooty movie ma daimy
Blazin Juli Raja shirts at 8am drop off
Puttin’ in that work just like a Rough or a Popov
Wifey touching dem calves while she watching them Cavs
Beneath The Raja Canvas and the Merimeko bags
Cesar on the table and Dine in the closet
But I always been a Bearden man keep the Bearden in Fam
In Paris thinking Ferguson beneath the Amos Ferguson
Wiley might be stylin but Walker still be on it son
American artists gettin started
But I strictly holler Raja, Kanishka the father of a style taken farther
You gotta give the nod where you aught to
From artist to father it’s a matter of follow through
So Mike said we need to get the band back together
Never giving two flying craps about the weather
Do the school run everday rain or shine apocalypse
drop em off grab a coffee run into the office its
Mike Ladd, Nosaj and me upon this trail
I’m trying to get shit done but dealing with fan mail
And now it all makes so much sense
It’s peak time living at a quarter to ten
Welcome to your afterfuture in my Kingdom
I need more Thorazine for symptomatic income
And Paradise never comes cheaper than dominion
I’m crossing my Ts becoming part of the system
I could’ve been a journalist peddling fake news
Instead I’m painting canvas and I’m watching the previews
I left my graffiti wife to bed with Malevich
Street art is dead and Hirst is a shallow bitch
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8. |
ThirtyTwoThou
03:59
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Thirty two thou
Bad cabana valentine bubble wrapped with Vaseline
Drunk up with the cherry wine molly only 29
The rest is cut with turpentine stick to 9 strychnine
Clock is ticking take your time engine engine on the line
Enough about the telephone ET don’t live here no more
I’m talking in a secret zone sand and dust fuck up ya drone
Take it home you or ya own 32, 32, 32 thou feet aint that deep
Leak it like she was dreary, sittin on the steel chair, eerie
Cotton candy in her hair scary NSA just left her there
My credo, duck all paedos If I ever go to Walpole give em the MCI steel
Drop em in Schiphol detained by polite people
Let him disappear between there and East Timor
I aint shittin, what happened to renditions
It ain’t like cats is finished we still in the beginning
Who’s hittin in mission omitting the witness
Whatever shit you though you saw aint nothing compared to the drop
32 thou 32 thou 32 thou 32 ain’t that deep
Thirty two thousand feet no sign of metric
Tantric tantrums esoteric
Culture clash fast flash in the panDemic, totemic, totally human
Desensitized harsh engagements
Battle stations pure enragement
It’s the end of the line blind linear tactics
Brought to your knees with blind manufactured plastics
Yeah, I think you get the picture
It’s groundhog day but a permanent fixture
Zombie apocalypse, empty opposites
Last can of beans and your fighting over properties
Artistic licensing cosmopolitan, urban renewal it’s metro-politan
Preferrential essential opium credentials
Suffering from lifestyle phobias
32 thou 32 thou 32 thou 32 thou ain’t that deep
32 thou 32 thou 32 thou 32 thou ain’t that deep
32 thou 32 thou 32 thou 32 thou ain’t that deep
32 thou 32 thou 32 thou 32 thou ain’t that deep
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9. |
Bakelite
04:05
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Bakelite
Back in track you bitches...
You plastic asshole
Dead hectic from the bedroom to the car crash
In the kitchen hittin where I got the whiplash
Better than the tongue lash tug it til it goes flash
Love it while you got it cos you never know if love lasts
From country to country to city to city
To money to pity to cuttin witty to witty
Livin til you done shitty when she up in your business
Like you was ready and willin but she painted you as a villain
They vacated the building and caught you holding like Dylan
No return the appeal and now you looking at the ceiling
And the sentence is ill and you up in it still
It ain’t the way inhaling plastic cake
To take the pain away
So bakelite, I’m bakelite
So Bakelite, I’m bakelite
So fucking bakelite
Get it get get it get it get it get it get it
Get it get it
Get it get it
Get it
C’mon
Oh wow! I’m feeling fucking fantastic
Surrounded by my enemies and shit tons of plastic
It’s drastic and I’m about to go spastic
Crazy envelope I’m hoping everyone’s elastic
Nah, you just couldn’t imagine
The periodic table of diligent rapping
My right to fight
I’m bakelite
The purple antagonistic aconite
So bakelite, I’m bakelite
So Bakelite, I’m bakelite
So fucking bakelite
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10. |
21st Century
03:24
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21st Century reflection
Yeah, nearly fifty, boarding school refugee
Keep our message off connected to the family
If we done mashin better don’t text me
If you need to fantasise close your eyes and think of me
Dirty old man calling on variety
If I went to the gym and waxed I’d be creepy
You nodding your head like facts got you thinking
You playing them jpeg tracks... gettin
Off on insults nod to the insults live for the insults
Two legs and a walking insult fuck you with an insult
Right of passage insult walk up by an insult
Governance by insult
Lucky that I moved from the land of guns
Had one to my temple more than once
Bite my own hand in the darkest months
Yeah by my own hand in the darkest months
Black man in the white guilt clan
Cryin in the bath tub shower on kid’s will understand
But they’ll still be fucked up
Better get that therapy payment plan if you give a fuck
21st Century reflection nihilism versus dejection
Apocalypse deflection via self obsession
Apocalypse deflection via self obsession
Welcome to the bathing of celebrants
I’m trying to retain a modicum of cultural relevance
It’s hard as an artist with limited elements
All they seem to care about is subtelty and elegance
And I can taste the sediment of human erosion
The blurring of lines between love and explosions
In Paris, London and even Aleppo
All these parasites being killing our planet since the get go
Now it’s on some other entertainment
Youtube, Twitter or some social engagement
And meanwhile I’m working on another arrangement
And everything’s going so well to my amazement?
I couldn’t stand the talk and hypocrisy
Now I’m fully endorsed but how much is this costing me?
It’s lost to me, I’m surrounded by Kaws toys
Living on a planet all infested with war noise
From Theresa, Khomeini, Donald and Kim
Exit the Brexit the outcomes horrendously grim
And the chances of peace are incredibly slim
Now I can only tell myself I’m so much better than him
21st Century reflection nihilism versus dejection
Apocalypse deflection via self obsession
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11. |
iPhone Raps
04:44
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iPhone raps
See we’re all writing raps on our iPhone 8s
And it’s great debating Kafka in unconscious states
And I’m late for my own concert at the Pyramid Tate
Inflate... deflate...
Crossing seas like a dinghee full of refugees
Even my enemies can’t see the forest for the trees
And these days frieze frames take away our free names
I’d rather just escape with my own fleet of sea planes
In the 80’s it was Krylon enamel
Whilst the evenings were spent with Chewie and Mark Hamill
And my daughter really seems to like the same shit that I do
We read the same books, it elevates her IQ
Pancakes and avocado toast on the weekends
We drink milkshakes and search for the geek trends
Live in the sleek endz looking through a rose lens
Getting the bends from swimming with our old friends
Swimming with our old friends
Too much screen time, we writing on our iPhones now
But hey thats ok
Too much screen time, we writing on our iPhones now
But hey thats alright
Swipe n’ like tag n’ type
Clicking right till you right
Always wore Adidas but they photoshop in the Nikes
Everyone iconoclast all will follow to the last
Drink the Kool-Aid get the gas date rape via snap chat
Selfie slap you in line FSB got your mind
Nazi meme inclined parties all flipping sides
Black is white corporate pride white is black down upside
Connection to cortex iPhone synapse connects
Invest what you thinking next Apple owns all that shit
Your fantasy to nightmares economic crosshairs
Doubtful that we prepared thought and water
The new market if you got it
Better stock it put your tongue up to the sky
Mind control do or die they’ll even help you wonder why
Cambridge Analytic-a been here since the biblical
Micro-chip chia pets dominatrices with a selfie stick
You willing to put up with it no harder than a pin prick
Got you screaming brexit you even think you meant it
Red hat crippled dick fossil fuel to lithium
Too much screen time, we writing on our iPhones now
But hey thats ok
Too much screen time, we writing on our iPhones now
But hey thats alright
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12. |
Renaissance
03:09
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Renaissance
There’s too many pheromones Milo on my headphones
Open Mike Eagle now I’m dancing in my inner zones
Remember when we used to speak on telephones
Remember when the food we eat didn’t change our chromosomes
And everyone is medicated on ritalin
Everyday consumption like it’s just a simple vitamin
I excavate the synonyms tell em that I’m feeling em
Drugs are in the populace cos everbodys dealing em
I spent the weekend with the finest young cannibals
Finding myself and praying to spirit animals
Get lost in the mandables
Oh shit it’s so valuable
Wake the kid up, make her breakfast
Buy the wife a brand new necklace
I’m too old to be acting reckless
My possibilities are so endless
Kill your idols, check your vitals
Dying poets with dead recitals
Know your title you’re acting frightful
Mike Ladd’s raps are so inciteful
We all recycle for our survival
Just keep it damn delightful
Oh so damn delightful
Clocking my watch for the gun cock
30 years deep rock long coat wool socks
Canned food in the shop hand soap to wash it off
Nitrate in stock cordon off the whole block
Establish a perimeter patrol with a millimeter
Who I’m kidding I’d be canon fodder
Float a boat if you got em Idaho Nihilists surplus howitzers
Devour who the want within a certain radius
They never playing it’s time to re-enlist
Review the list check who’s infiltrating shit
It’s all gone poisonous just when I got comfortable
Typical political twisted facts what happened to terror attacks
Looks like Saudi’s back or they never left
Someone wrote the right check Alex Jones so confused
Ain’t no noose on his neck
Fuck a victim crackers can’t listen
It’s not in they make up the never make up
They here to break shit rape and take it
Paying dictators with bitcoin and paper
Nigeria now Angola later
Now China in favor you lose some
You win some one that always won?
The inner kingdom
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13. |
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God on opiates
Riding up escalators listening to soundtracks
In airports train stations
The sky out the window
On an elevated crossing the Potomac
Or the east river a release from the city then back into the tunnels
The underground open spaces
Our soon to be Prairies
Tokyo to Osaka a glimpse of mount Fuji
Get a tease take a tease
At ease with what used to be
Listening to Tom York while reading Fred Moten
Should be Arthur Russell
No I didn’t say Monk
But Monk will permeate
Marinate then meditate
On interstellar space
Alice chemtrails traced
Traversed currently by Sorrey
I tried art crit lit as a eulogy
Yeah I failed miserably
Took it back to the subway
Earbuds don’t fit me
See soundtracks reverberate
Regurgitate non fiction
Till the material is fiction
Like the truth from a shaman
Start the countdown
The race is in position
Launch
Blue jeans, brown shoes and very white t-shirt
Everything remains simply the same but now my feet hurt
Not twenty four seven but I’m still trying to be on it
Just look in the mirror you’ll see a whole new adonis
With sky blue, plum and a deep dark vermilllion
Thinking in colour like the other half gazillion
Pleasantries momentarily being heavily influenced by me...
I paint graffiti on walls as a statement of rebellion
The Brexit bystanders ending up as sheer carrion
Having a two man red hoodie as my alternative angle
I wrangle my way through these political mangroves
This is just far too fantastic!
Tantric mantras keeping the classics elastic
Bombastic Britonians eating hot chicken shaslik
And there we have it....
You reap exactly whatever you sow
Karmas a bitch bro
Eye am with Withdrawal
Pit’s sprawl= cliff’s fall= tripped calls
“Yo, that order’s tall-”
“U sniff, Eye snarl…”
Border wall= Up in that Northern brawl
With them Southern shawls draped over
Shoulders older than Lucy’s great grand’
You make plans, we break ‘Klans
Palm readers still shake hands
“Sit down, Rap!”
“-Eye’m young with It, no FreudThey so ‘groid, the voice stay ex-androids-”
Now Sophia mackin’-
Whatever the Sagrada Familia’s lackin’ is bound to happen
“-Yo, Eye used to cry Saturn
Now Eye be downin’ them Black & Tans
When Eye’m the old man that Eye used to be then- no greys/graze”
Dodge strays, Plymouth serve trays/Trey’s113th street endless= Malcolm Little gimmicks
Granny’s Texas grimace
Tin Pan Alley men in gowns= Washboard Rap water-boardin’
Pisces ex-wife, still borin’
“You know, Neitzche’s dead & God’s still snorin.”
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Paris based Hip Hop legend/ArtRap pioneer, Mike Ladd & internationally acclaimed abstract artist, London based Remi Rough - explore the realities/confusions of 21st century life. TDCR on subject matter from post apocalyptic nightmares, zombie cultures, corrupt politics, esoteric spiritually to global financial conundrums from the perspective of Rappers/Artists/ Fathers. ... more
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