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Creative Nothing Raps
02:12
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Honestly, chasing autonomy bruh
Stay true to the man no apologies cuz
"Hey, do you copy?" I'm bad with connections just like walkie talkies
And like everybody
I'm bent
Get a little real with the pen
Write about consequence, breaking all promises
Being too toxic and being all talkative
I'm not a threat, use majors no dominants
But did you know?
19 Years old but still feel grown
My skin feels hot but my heart's still cold
Ready to go
Reading up on some Jacques Rosseau
Jean-Jacques or John Locke
David Hume and some Karl Marx
Avant-garde, not a pop star
Found meaning of life in pop tarts
Existentialist like I'm Paul-Sartre
Perfectionist like a meme god
Impressionism into modern art
Not affectionate but I'm goddamn smart
I learned a lot so that's all I'm worth
Put most emotions into a hurse
And I'm engrossed in quotients and kilohertz
"Yo, my flow's explosive until it bursts"
Yeah, flexin', I got a type
Bad with connections so I use skype
Use vocal inflections so I sound tight
Might send you a message, but it'll be UDP
Not TCP no handshakes
Nigga what the fuck isn't man-made?
The fundamental problem, really,
Is not so much to change consciousness
But to change unconsciousness
In other words, to change the immensely socialized structure
The state within us
Upon which the state relies on 99% of its so-called normality
We police ourselves and we imprison ourselves
Hammer and sickle, that is the symbol
List of the hymnals, mask, and a riddle
Task isn’t civil, my man lookin' sinful
In the trap with a pistol, passion, and lentils
Rapping is nimble
Ask me, ask me, how I assemble
The facts be, I could do it with a pencil
X86, hex, crazy rig
1080 pix, flex on yo shit
Rap in a jig, fast when I spit
Killing and ripping it, no cap, this is it
Last to dismiss classes and shit
Anti-vaxxers in the back with some kids
Blast em with wit, not too close, that’d be gross
Don’t wanna get sick
Gonna get big, drama insists
Laughing at rappers backing all the weak shit
Baffled at patterns of the harmonies, kid
Blasting at all of the actors
Running and coming right after
All of em
No evasion of equations
Solvin' em
Make em dance with the cadence
Talkin some
And I’m so underrated, ready and elated
“Nigga yeah we made it!’
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Bad Faith
02:27
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Harmony over rhythm and existentialism
Better think about that, should I get that strap?
Cause I'm still black and I'm spooked by facts
But I'm reading more Max Stirner to reconcile all the bad faith
I'm Percy Jackson in blackface
Nigga, don't you see?
It's like I'm a demigod with semi's, Glocks, and pistols
Shooters all around me but I'm not too simple
When I pop off, it's mental
So when I mime shots, they're symbols
For resentment of coercion and mind blocks that hinder
Bet, look at it all and I'm thinkin' what's next?
Nobody stoppin' me and ima just
Flex too hard like bodybuilders in competition
And hope they all get free and unlocked from systems
The Ego of Migos so I walk it like I talk it
Your soul's so tiny it could fit in my back pocket
I don't intoxicate, just elaborate
Less of superstitions and unruly schisms, I don't advocate
Storming needs, reading Tolstoy's war and peace, late at 11
Blinded by more dirty things: pussy and acceptance
Two things that niggas rent or take with no regret, and I mention
The man's mind as capitalist intention
And a question like: Self-interest or payment?
A blemish to be replenished like acne scars on faces
And factually just so vacant of, ethics and utility
Yuh, is you hearing me? Niggas really should be fearing me
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Categorical Imperative
01:54
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"In other words, the word consent is used
As a proxy for freedom, desire, and mutuality
In settings where that isn't actually what's happening"
Persuasion as a method of consent
Detained, The Unique under duress
Just speak from ya chest
Discovering self-interest
And eat what we digest
Like avians building nests
Sex as a symbol for control like
Black power to fists
Attacked, collared, and pissed
Get ragdolled with wit
Bagged, wallowed, and whipped
By the state and society
Keep well-being via freedom and sobriety
Homie, lowkey, still getting played like Loki
Sony and market affairs
Moving and acting impaired
Choosings really aren't fair
And spooked by the masses and their...
Expectations, sex and races, complex spaces, states and nations
And the abstract concept of god
Act through the Ego, ignoring all the facade
"Consent is a term that's generally used, in normal everyday parlance,
As a synonym for freedom"
Ego, we go, he know, she know
Practice like a hitter that's playing the plates, Pete Rose
The act of getting richer is taking the cake, illegal
Exploit, the hate, the evil
Engorged in chains by regals
That's wage slavery, surplus value
Purchased foul move
Working through the burns and back bruise
Plus it's absurd how much you
Earn with that suit, yeah
Niggas really wish they heard us now too
"What it is, has to do with consent to the state
And how you know people are consenting to a state is
That you don't leave
And mostly, people don't ask the question anymore
'Is the state legitimate?'
So, therefore, they're not trying to come up with
'If it wasn't, how would we know?'
And the answer would be
That people left
Whether it's really realistic, I mean
Whether leaving is a realistic standard for consent is
Just something I'd like to raise a question about"
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4. |
1312 feat. Voidness
03:45
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Building havoc from averages
Statistics from businesses
Too exact like taxes is
Ineffective like prison systems
Wearing hazmats for hazards
Convey thoughts for laughter
Like all cops are bastards
I'm dedicated to consistency
And drawing parallels like two lines of symmetry
Do crime for industry, call it law enforcement
Get a badge and mustache then the public will all endorse it
Lines that hit a bit too close for comfort, statists dial back
Like "Oops, wrong number"
In groups we all plunder
Cause anarchy is order
Make the system break like rubbers when we fuck it like some whores
And I was born to think and learned to speak
But discouraged and repurposed to become the sheep
A black panther with the action so when I storm the streets
It's war not peace, organizing, not just boring speech
"In New York state, and this is quite general,
The sentence for being found with possession of marijuana
Is the same as for rape
Rape of a child, you know, burning down a house,
Trying to kill ten people
And a whole bunch of other crimes
Fuck the PD, and CIA
If they saw Jesus he would die in a day
Logical condition to who’s vile from praise
Society’s a failure but least money is made
I’m getting riled like a sailor when the water changes
I’m a wild kind of heckler sauced on arrangements
Fuck a boss who’s makin'
All the calls but ain’t shit
When we ball? Courageous
Never fall we baking
We cooking survival methods
Ya gon tell who’s in blue up the section
From my peer’s view, y'all playin' all these pedestrians
I deal death for em, roll 6 and 7
Dissect who embellish
Turned redish when finally facing
What dies sick,
You sigh, I’ll drop you over a side cliff
Duff you, leave you with a wide lip
Kill the rich, make a side dish
“Who ate for years?” Don’t remind him
Or supersize him
Slim size but my thoughts big
Innocent man dead, it’s daunting
Why I record, gotta load my DAW’s in
Creek of my thoughts still longin'
We all wrong but my skin the wrong sin
Stacked odds, no belonging
That red line crossed, why we flossin'
All my niggaz winning won’t do the wrong thing
Where we from, enslaved or working mine,s yea we lost kin
Minor problems till we were claimed
I’m team red so you know blue‘s to blame
They work the rich
Never touching lump sums
Dogs of the state still move for them crumbs
My skin color can’t be changed like job roles
But the que from the cumber got us throwing them stones
Y’all best run
Can't call the rich either
Even kill the messenger of leechers
"Because the penalties for crack cocaine
Are a hundred times as high as for powder cocaine
Though it's the same effects and everything else
But it's a class and race difference
Powder cocaine is what they use in the rich suburbs
Crack cocaine is what they use in the black ghettos"
Off the molly, watch out for the symptoms in em
Way too high like rates of recidivism
Finished victims, runaway right until the grimace hit em
Gunplay go "oy vey" like we speakin' Yiddish wit em
Sending out the boondocks to the bourgeois
Glocks throwin' shots makin' ops do the moonwalk
You supporting cops? Might as well lick the boots off
Markets making money off of prisoners and flu shots
And too much profit, reasoning is circular
Engage in theft and then call it civil forfeiture
Arresting foreigners cause they weren't born here
If you're poor then all real options, just disappear
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You better come on
You better come on
In my kitchen, girl
It's goin' to be rainin' outdoors
You better come on
You better come on
In my kitchen, girl
"I happen to be a part of an organization, the Black Panther Party,
That is the only organization, in fact, that has came out
And stood up, loud and clear, and
Said that we don’t care what anybody says,
Whether they have guns or not, and badges, or eighteen uniforms,
If whenever they step outside the bounds of legality,
Into the bounds of illegality,
We will blow they brains out
If they bother the people
And what makes them mad about that?"
Wait, I guess we running shit, just like private industry
Simply just with syndicates, finicky and so interesting
Collaboration and tax evasion, fuck do you mean?
The adaptation and rapping, it ain't nothing but a thing
You can say what you want, but I say what I mean
Like fuck the fake coercive fucked up structures I see
And your boy got a team and we destroying the king
Like Nicholas II Romanov and the whole wing
"When the Black Panther Party stood up and said,
'We don’t care what anybody says.
We don’t think to fight fire with fire.
We think you fight fire with water.'
We going to fight racism, not with racism,
But we going to fight with solidarity.
We say we not going to fight capitalism with Black capitalism,
But we going to fight it with socialism."
We’re going to fight their reactions
With all of us people getting together,
And having an international proletariat revolution."
Check out the process of horizontal decision-making
I got something in common with them spliffs you bakin'
Cause I'm black and I'm mild and industrially wild
Foul-mouthed, loud, proud, and a danger with sound
Rising steps to impress, what engages the posse?
Might flex with my check, building stages, IATSE
Don't sit and stare and bother
Catch me reading Aime Cesaire and Rudolf Rocker
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New Pavement Records Milwaukee, Wisconsin
New Pavement Records is an independent record label and music collective, founded by JJ Agara and Nate Ruvin, which is based in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The label features various genres of music including Art Rap, Trap, Dream Pop, Country, Jazz, and even Metal. ... more
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