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we necromance dead crowds to grab a dance
clap their hands / b-boy stance / wack bands don't have a chance
savage plans to launch official spittle missiles
rattles riddles / battles little rappers' dribble / double wishful
thoughts of meeting the chief-ing chieftains speaking frequent
pursuing dreams and meanings with zeke and solomon brown
skills abound / still the sound fills your town
spilling down million pound avalanches of nouns
rap tantric / i'm sick of pop star antics
like kids throwing tantrums through hip-hop semantics
anthems are repeated / seriously candid
i don't leave impressions on cats / i leave them branded
most are underhanded / overstate their understanding
stanzas so bland we're demanding disbanding of your clan
so cold i should be spitting with mittens
while you're sitting with kittens / dissing missions with beats bitten
listen: to innovate you gotta be different
progress comes of struggle not of talking shit while lifted
you all play the misfits but you could rock the gifted
d-ciph avalanching to get the power balance shifted
'that's all fine and good kid but how're we supposed to win it'
community organizations / grassroots foundations
ending gentrifications / ghetto beautification
it's in our hands we're the hip-hop generation
avalanche – it's the force bombing from up north
veteran horns settling scores / better in wars than you and yours
the underground torch / shine bright enough to blind
here to move your feet, your mind, and your behind
avalanche – we're that force bombing from up north
militant prose / elevate shows / opening lore's musical doors
the underground torch / shine bright enough to blind
here to move your feet, your mind, and your behind
my band will turn those fresh beats rancid
if you're not buying the album you'd best be dancing
projecting thoughts like ender's ansible / intangible through mandibles
graffiti vandals exposed / government scandals exposed
war propaganda goes 'you're an army of one'
cats dwell in darkness / they aren't harming my sun
disarm with spit guns as we farm the fit young
endless toil / tarnished soil / inner-city alarmists
weed out generations / we replant in the basement
leave fans in contemplation / seeking inspiration
i speak out til my face bend with psalms to disgraced men
2 4 6 8 10 we tackle talk in twos
battle faulty crews / promptly rattle off the news
still ignore the signs as vital organs die
brain; leader / heart; artist / feet; worker / eyes; writer
as an MC are you the mouth or the liver? get live-r
destroy both but it's hard to repeat like toy boat
annoy folks? I hope / employ flow til joy grows
'that boy's croned' / eyes open / even sober so determined
to deter men to defer when a lone soul can't take the burden
word wardens warding weaves to keep grand wizards from our sermons
we're fervent with unlearning / hip-hop disperse the hurting
sixth verse inversion / urban rhapsodies from gershwin
we're back to these analogies / banal MCs rap fallacy
without a plea / no self-pity / even god is doubting me
make them listen when we shout I'm free
avalanche – just the force bombing from up north
selling them relevant etiquette / better than cheddar shit / pedal to metal retorts
the underground torch / shine bright enough to blind
here to move your feet, your mind, and your behind
avalanche – the force coming from up north
scoping smoking skogen showing shogun spoken from the source
underground torch / shine bright enough to blind
here to move your feet, your mind, and your behind
my band will turn your fresh beats rancid
if you're not buying the album you'd best be dancing
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Elegy (Live in London)
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I'm sorry is easy to say when you've got arms to find solace in and lips to get drunk on
I remain ink-stained disdain ingrained / are you feeling entertained?
used to wonder what the pain was like when my father's heart exploded
common art sold it but this won't settle for silence / now i'm volatile with self-violence
trust me even patience wouldn't try this venerable eye-sense
since I found a beat left dying on the street and took her home to pen-stitch the bleeding rhythm
she'd been selling ism and we shared stories of correlating detonated coronaries
it's beyond scary but fear is the little death and I'm no Maud'dib
you colonized my Arrakis / helpless melange addict with the right tactic and the wrong practice
faulty emotional stillsuit left me dehydrated and rap-less
let the desert have me I didn't know it was the last kiss
you never told me it was the last kiss
so now you're gone
I'll play the solo solar soldier that's internally ignited / now where's your coal
to hell in an old soul / it can't burn like this
trial by nostalgia / like it's all love all over or all just
I guess I'm all folding god knows I can't deal holding sold trust
thought I was quicksilver but his gold rush / beat my cold crush to the promised land
took a last stand before that promise banned
tried to show promise jazz but he wandered past my thumb
and I hitched a ride alone to strife's home
a microphone a pen and bad company to keep
some things seem to seep out your pores / imbedded too deep to be indebted to speak
I'll be better next week / in the bed where you freak / I'm dead as text / believe me it's not the sex
no pity please / no patronizing subtlety suffering me / or irony laughing
publicly comedy tragically badgering my process of not mastering loss yet
game set to match light
at least give me enough cash to get back right / airport sadness indeed
and I train MCs sub-ways of emitting verbal rays
but this shit's got me busted like mass transience
or transcendence / because we all gotta transcend
gotta transcend
better my brother than my father / at least you kept it in the family
I shouldn't have assumed / that as moons rise only astute eyes
see my mind-scape's tenements bathed in light
project-laden fright / night is the time
I place self-wrought wooden dowels between street signs
so as to build thought-ladders / the rungs
my lungs exhale into you / admittedly codependent
what makes it worse are the love locks in front of the gateway
each day I add another / but your skeleton key
sees through it all with three words / so why keep building
if distance is the answer I can fake and call it ascension
aka not giving attention to how I really feel
I don't even know what rung that is
my greatest regret was not making this ladder/letter for two
I am what I write and I wrote this all about you
I'm all about you
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slice our tongues / and let the rhymes drip down / to stain the swords soft
crush my feet / in this mindless stampede / to stay stupid on the ground
tear out a floating heart / and squeeze the juice over / party-purchased plastic flowers
because everyone needs to grow green / and dry their eyes of shame
and we are the twice-striking lightning / beating the drum
that brings the rain
you try to tell your feet to stay put
bu the sky keeps reining you in / stretching air thin
so float / cloud-charged over the dead city
where steel people throw their hands up for what weather might bring
and we are the twice-striking lightning
fighting for a return to flesh mode
without the culture-biting whitening
flying past the easy anomaly
that traps most seekers with thoughts of colorblind teachers
and infinitely attentive students: analogy
it's not that simple / it's more simple and human
than numbers and tones
people live in binary code
and never get to three
there's no eye left to see
i'm living post-free, post-me, sending unmarked gifts care of your ears, packaged-pre
catch us in a child's cheek as smiles wrinkle time in hell
and thrice we come crashing down in thunderous ovations of our own making
- little kids covering their ears because the truth is a loud foreign noise bad men telling good boys about the dangers of kite-flying on a night such as this so they leave copper keys locked in hearts forbade exposure lest another male sense sensitivity on such an epic level -
a feminine step / fairies skip between our heavens lost in unburdened bliss
not until you're dead though and ready to scorch the earth you made your immoral bed on these past decades
blind the blind before they fall in skip
bleed for me and we'll consider the application
hurt like her and we'll acknowledge the fire
die like this, this, and this here
love learns to live burns and mistrust brief judgment from the sky
it's round as it seems / to drop a metaphor supreme
and the whole world a simile for dream
meant to get foggy / shunning mental memory / too short-lived for what our bodies recall
and what spirits are (still) called
- it's waiting somewhere for all of us converting stuck feet to static charges in the stratosphere against the greater necropolitan area - a forward march - an all-out attack with war drums and battle lightnings storming globalized gates and stock-optioned automatons to win back young minds that have no idea of the power inside the space we're spread amongst -
slice my tongue
and let the rhymes drop down
to stain the swords soft
crush my feet
in this mindless stampede
to stay stupid on the ground
tear out a floating heart
and squeeze the juice
over party-purchased plastic flowers
because everyone needs to grow green
and dry their eyes of shame
and we are the twice-striking lightning
beating the drum
that brings
the rain
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Youngblood Brass Band Madison, Wisconsin
Original riot jazz crew, wrecking stages everywhere all the time since 1997. New EP 'Pax Instrumentals’ out now. Members are available for online lessons, commissions, arrangements, and custom studio work as well. Thanks for listening.
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