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IGBO LAND
03:30
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is this cell a belly?
will you tell me if this cell is a belly?
is this cell a belly?
i didn’t decide i was a slave. (no)
i didn’t decide i was a slave,
the waves made me this way.
is this cell a belly?
[please] tell me if this cell is a belly.
i didn’t decide i was a slave.
it was the waves —
it was the chains.
my heart is aching on my 40 acres
my mule is too unruly truly a trouble maker,
its due to his stubborn nature.
my mistress was a twin, I had to double-date her,
i stuck her clit in the cotton gin just to cultivate her
and what happened to massa?
well, he got masticated.
i stuck his face in my private place till he suffocated,
stuffed him in a stew and ate it, tastes like maple bacon!
and now the whole damn plantation’s just godforsaken,
i just gave the cold pastoral an abrasive facelift.
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BOCA NIGUA
02:29
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i might step into a little fright fest
dripping in high tech gadgets,
hi-def cam up on the hatchet.
with his third kill he willed a hat-trick
systematically clapping you static geriatrics,
i need help thats psychiatric
fractured ad-lib prick like six cactus.
hit a lick on acid, did a double axle and backflip
smacked every catholic with a basket of chapped lips,
lambasted every bastard who calls himself an ecclesiastic
and found a silly sun just to Carol Bask-in
(found a silly sun just to Carol Bask-in)
REPEAT
u might step
u might step
u might step right into the fright fest (x2)
RIGHT INTO THE FRIGHT FEST
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3. |
TACKY REBL
02:17
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bloody in a tuorniquet
i got a booty on, its surgical
i gave ur bitch a percocet to jump
and what did she do?
she went vertical
she left with vertigo,
swiped my passport just to check my horoscope.
cuz she a scorpio,
you know how the story go.
i exist I am a dirty joke
i pistol whip and stick the tip into a folio
so braggadocious
made you wish that i was romeo
who rowed his lonely boat all the way to Roanoke
to let distortion
float
retch’d, I molest the spectrum
bless’d, as i funk flex in bedlam
stress tested another rectum
while up at the lectern
another fissure has festered,
beneath the pressure of my tiny speckled speculum
still sleep soundly in the bed that i eject u from
if u creep around me u gon' see i am a friend to none
if u think u my friend u dumb.
bitch, thats on my frenulum.
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4. |
APONTE
02:12
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am i disguised in my skin?
disguised from the sky?
disguised in silence?
could you survive in my skin?
who decided I was violent?
(I am truly tired of spiraling being disquieted and rioting)
cant take a look at leviathan,
he’s ultraviolet yet pilots the trip,
we in the belly, we tied at the hip.
the tides on the rip,
we tryna exist, the blades in our fists.
risk our whole life to exist, who knew the crib was a crypt,
jump from the ship.
just to submit to abysses, oh how abysmal the visage.
stuck in a prison (your vision)
oh what a prism my skin is
oh what a privilege to be illicit
oh what a privilege to be ill-fitted,
oh what a privilege my skin is
oh what a privilege to be illicit
oh what a privilege, a privilege my skin is
oh what a privilege to be ill-fitted (yuh)
oh what a privilege (yuh)
could you survive in my skin?
toe the line in my skin,
while im flyin?
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STONO
02:40
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elastic, like survival tactics of a black assassin.
make a fascist anaphylactic,
i bring anthrax back in fashion.
i got some new racks to cash-in
couple bastions to sack in flatten, rubble asking to turn to ashes,
double back to unleash the masses
as we smash the glass mamagerie, we call the gallery
we done called the calvary,
first degree assault & battery?
a happy tragedy.
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