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Glyde Drexler

by Sankofa

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I’m exhibiting a visitor’s inquisitiveness A new pair of eyes to pick up all the bits that can drift Cause sometimes A lack of sleep is sapping my abilities Once I’m Falling, I reactivate the will to seek We have a way of forgetting what does surround us Soon kingdoms we chase are rendered to brown dust Surrender an ounce of the rush I put myself in And ask why I violently go into hell’s spin A rage to melt limbs wrestling the clock’s hands Replace compelled grins, dancing in the hot sand Broken glass plus coals to rake myself over Too busy to reach when hate is held closer A painted pelt signifying that the game concludes head and pillow and the drain ensues A maze of clues to replay in dreamscape DNA-lysis breaking down the weight of each trait Used to be a bible of the world’s cliches But knowing the words isn’t singing the song Why Do I Keep going fast like something is poison inside I Will Die And all I can do in the meantime is live my life When I’m Gone There’s no redo that can bring me back So I Sing My Song And if you’re so inclined, feel free to sing along with the track Watch the capabilities increase as time dwindles Giving you a bric a brac of vivid rap to dive into I’ve been through life’s sinew, driving a knife, Ginsu My tradition a rhyming mission, visit vibes with you Size 52 extravagance extravaganza The happy rapper writing slaps with a panda Pandemonium, Fort Wayne to whatever home you’re in b-boys and girls getting down on old linoeleum Duct tape covering the tears, what has been repaired I’m one of the others, set to mutter, grin and stare Some are talented in such ways so I appreciate it So i relax in a comfy chair and kick the cadence Showing Love is showing up, maybe soon we grow enough Helping others when the need arises, and so it does The value of community is my reassurance After all my dealings with so many thieving cheats and vermin I try to have negative space, but I want to fill it Did you hear that ghost in my haunted village Can I draw one picture with a sonnet illest Anabolic, visiting a solemn stillness Did you hear that S fade Each son headed to the next grade I love the rhythm and I’m caught within the trap it makes Extrapolating rapid facts and that’s an act of grace and who started this race? some carnival farce of a maze And the rest of the circus is marching away As the breath, it disperses in darkening day There goes that sun And I sit here cogent of a frozen tongue It was said someday we shall overcome May rope not be what my hope becomes
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Big Apple is the place that the pizza disappears from Hunger’s double bass pedal pounding on my ear drum Dave Lombardo with the engine to my appetite A misfit slayer of the trays of greatness that arrive I kick this flavor, washing it down with Same thing I said before, pour the brown fizz Rep from metropolis to township Next comes the possum in a clown kit Contestant in the game of life, cheating death plays Somewhere around my shoulders, I can feel the stress stay And when sleep won’t wash it away, what will? Wish I had an answer to say I mean life doesn’t hand out all of the puzzle pieces Meant to fit together at the moment that you see it So hold that fort until your Voldemort is golden ore And take just the pieces that you need to roll and score I’m pragmatic, optimism with some armor plating Kevlar cheshire, but the charm is fading Yes y’all lighthouse at the harbor waiting Excited for another chance, man my heart is racing In the orchard is a serpent and a lady made of rib Spare parts made a scapegoat that’s able to stick If knowledge is bad, then what’s the point of parables Can’t reap what is sown when the loam isn’t arable Then again, a cynic would say That the more you know, the easier the bitterness stays And some shining lights are better hidden away Daily lead embedded with bread forgiven today Maybe it’s better to pretend the bars aren’t there Than it is to try and wander past the guard’s hard stares Keeping watch with white knuckles and coldest orbs Ready to strike, rumbling guns, patrol for wars The executioner’s mask a uniform for the true to form Walk that line or receive a muted bruise of storms A gruesome sword somehow succumbs to the pen So what’s that you’re trying to sell me again? Is it all accountability or a lack of self-confidence Like where we’re from isn’t good enough to conjure it? I’ve sold a load of garments, not a broken hearted local artist We’re best being ourselves and that is dope regardless We’ve got the seeds to grow, might as well provoke the harvest No frozen martyrs posing hardest for some golden arches Behold the start of an artist renaissance in your spot Heeding the urge to create when the iron is hot Whether you’re tired or not, fighting fatigue after a long day Making something can make it count, beyond an entree Palms raised to the sky like why is it That our minds dive inside of sciences Heightening awarenesses and trying to live Going ballistic on rivals, we’re tribalists Who might submit just a little life and climb some cliffs So maybe put this in your car and take a ride to this
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And you can bet your man scored A wardrobe from the secondhand stores Now my feet demand more A pair of Clarks sandals my only yearly new pair Toes dangled over the front because I grew there Penny for your thoughts in a nickel plated jar A dime in the rough, quarter past time to starve Even after savings had started to climb I still live my life an Aldi quarter cart at a time Traded in a lot of savings paying off student loans College the perpetual trap to snap your fiscal bones But the parasite is smart enough to never kill the host keep sucking blood until the bills bewilder most Bankruptcy won’t save you, word to Joe Biden I know people who won’t answer the phone, hiding Behind their caller ID Trying to get a piece of every dollar that they might see My credit card is not a savings account Many are mistaken, that is why it’s making them drown In ‘93 it was a big deal I got a credit card Then banks figured they could sell your debt and get it large Almost every custom pair of kicks in my closet I bought with cash back bonuses, boss tip 20 turns to 25, 40 goes to 50 So I plan ahead and get for free the fresh that fits me 529as for each of our sons Trying to get them a head start on college loans with a bump Odds are good that'll only cover their meal plans The price of tuition keeps climbing seems a real scam I’m not using bricks of bills to make my phone calls with My phone bill is big enough as it is Then again, that’s probably the amount that I’ve paid For all the years of data that I’ve frittered away Grown up style, now I’ve got a mortgage And for the next forever years I’m paying for it Refinanced to get the rates down to 3 from 6 believe me, we’re not living like some hedonists Put an extra hundred on the principal each month Just to speed up the rate that we can be free from My wife’s got the dope job and so we breathe a bit IRAs and 403bs, it seems legit But that's imaginary money that we don't touch Until the time comes, A&W are grown ups Gas station stops with some pops in the foam cups And memberships to dope spots so our sons can grow thus Money makes the world go ‘round Chasing its tail until we all fall down Now, it serves a purpose But when wants become the needs we need to reconvene and seek the meaning beyond seeking recent purchase
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They march, complacent, in assembly lines from bargain basements Who harbors hatred for the robots coming sharp, serrated Far from faded, I focus closest on a parchment, ancient It seems like every word I breathe is an artist statement So carve away and make a name inside this arm I’m raising Flipping a coin to see which side of mine is part amazing I fight the good fight until the battle lines are blurred My uppercut will send you into thinning air, minus earth I take a minor threat and dig deeper time is kept Minus heft, wrecking six speakers when it’s time to rep So line them up sequentially, prepare for downpour Torrential flash flood monsoon of the mouth war I rap with purpose, I don’t want it if I haven’t earned it My pen moves the same speed as a taxidermist My savage sermon’s smacking folks who pack a batch of vermin Your nose is twitching from the blackened smoke of trash I’m burning I enjoy what I enjoy with no endorsement attached As though posing with a product is some glorious act Or even nose candy snorting one exorbitant stash Better stick a fork in it fast and morph to a mask You can’t keep see my rap, front and get your cornea scratched Every moment from your story is choreographed Got Konfewshus, ready to go to war with a scratch This is more than a rap Pen nib gripping the sheets, taking treacherous curves Someone better than this? best not mention a word Lest your liquor store supply is steady drenching the curb Bringing in a new truck with every sentiment heard So don’t ever start, the better part’s, discretion observed I send a seminar with Dan LeBatard and an urn Have Stu Gotz botching your memorial speech And run the playback for promo, let the corniness cease Any challenger arriving, best to forfeit and dash I slay the beast corporate, being the source of the trash No reward for the meek, I keep endorphins in fleets My voice the weapon sleek commiting torturous feats Steady starving while the fortunate feast on seven courses Divorced from disease releasing my metaphor blitz A forceful fortress bordered by the deep ravines and gorges Crooked perspective, I even breathe distorted Stephen’s storm is bleak, enormous, no need to cheat the warden Peak performance motormouth delivering complete elite assortments To be supportive is offering props or copping tees I’m hoarding Some live tonight like they’ll never reach the morning staking my claim and planting the flag Broken down to elements, commanding the brag Slang commandments for my anchor, keeping the pole steady The flow, deadly, venom floods my soul levee so heavy
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I’m here to lose so I can gradually win Can you see my frustration getting trapped in a grin? and when i’m gone, i’ll be thankful for my time here And progress won’t coincide with a dried tear My beard will return when I’ve run my first mile And each baby step along this journey is worthwhile I’m following advice ‘cause I know that I don’t know A guy with a foot that doesn’t work, it’s time to grow I write a note to turn the jumble into make sense I want to walk without a limp, I want to run, hence I’m here guided by a dude who’s pragmatic Here’s another exercise, so have at it You’ll going to fail, but give it a shot anyway Another slice of humble pie, stacked on a heavy plate And if you get that, here’s a little tougher one To get where we’re going, we all had to suffer some Trash bag duct taped to my leg to keep the cast dry Psycho showerhead visions, it’s the last time Trying to find a new normal to validate the invalid Achilles goes snap, hope I don't reinjure it There’s feeling sorry for myself and there’s doing what I need to And having my leg taken away from me makes me see through So much for running as my way to stay balanced Looks like writing a zillion raps can keep my brain challenged But what about the patience required to be a dad Not snapping at my sons with every conversation had There’s not a more important job that I have than this here And I’m not trying to be the maker of a brisk tear Seems the closer I get to where I was, the shorter my temper becomes Just a monster to my sons Finding normal after change is difficult But what price normalcy if family is miserable Arthur thought i’d come back from surgery an amputee And we think our kids live fancy free? They haven’t learned to lie to themselves, there’s an honesty there And they feel everything so we’ve got to beware Probably got to be scared, I know I thought my parents were invincible And the dad died in ‘86, a vigil visual Picturing kids sitting by a hospital bed And these are the outcomes, the possible threads
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Examine the calamitous acts of magical rap Mechanic of grammar analyst handling dap Like ma’am, do you really want your lanolin back The status of your battling axe is sad and it’s wack I’m handing the tap to you So you can take it out Breaking down the sand is a trap Random parameter slaps Manhandling mandolin pampered handymen Abandonment Trans Am and a grin Hand cramp Running a campaign with Van Damme it’s a win Going plantains, hold the dang reigns You know the coldest slang slain is no joke I fold advanced kings and go for broke Delivering by the boatload Epitomizing dope and minimizing bozos Wicked fly the crows go Vivid sights in slow mo from the dojo overdosing on rojo Summon some of underappreciated thunderous blitz of cadence nose dove Tantalizing the screaming hand that’s biting itself in a feeding frenzy It won’t grow So no, your fascinating anecdotes are the hand to throat anti dope antidote the sleepless world was hoping for, so clamp it closed and build a boat of random ransom notes Is there any chance it floats? Plant some nos and watch them sprout to giants With expansive scope So nope, you dope Look man, I’m not a shade tree, I’m a solar eclipse holding a pen Fold and it’s quits, molding the end, boldest to live, scold them and then Emboldened with doldrums, old and beyond the point of seeking reassurance You see a pedestal, my eyes see a reeking heap of vermin I’m that old muppet in the balcony, calcified bitter and algebraic Don’t account for payments, self-stated, no pals can say it I prowl the pages holding the beat on a chain, leashes couldn’t restrain it Put in the crookedest cadence in cages the trojan wooden courageous Just your garden variety napalm starting to riot with phrased bombs Used the grim reaper’s cloak for molitov plugs, so game on Snatched a burner phone from Promethues, starting the fire quick Heard the death itself screaming as flames devoured the entire wick A self denying nihilist minding his business that's surprisingly brisk Watch them all connivingly glide to the cliffs This assignment is a mine with a glare of shrapnel A very feral rapper grappling pterodactyls with knives made of rare enamel I'm wearing flannel like it's eighth grade all over again And I don't care because it's comfortable, no doberman trends Or hopes of revenge, I coated the pen with codependence and a pro showman's bogus venoms A dope lieutenant with word play that is open ended So take it however you will or won't, vendetta vanilla verbose, frenetic as a spillage approach The Atilla Illustrator, living in an Adobe hut Looking forward to mopey mutts? I promise you it won't be us I'm phenomenal riding a llama dude, you're oddly nominal A docile ocelot often lost in thoughts of goldfish When the posts of your goals shift, I'll be piloting Iverson's ghost ship And I don't give much credence to disbelieving what I can accomplish But you on the other hand, that's kind of awkward Let's move onward, shall we pal, now we found some common ground Turn the stove up, go head and let that bag of ramen drown I tend to brag and mistake it for truth somebody wants Other times, it’s more like a ruddy taunt flag flown from the muddy palms
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Artie Bops! 03:30
The knock knock jokes that go nowhere, the loose teeth The tangles in his hair, the dude with brutal truth speak The resentment of a younger brother taking his shine Obscuring the amazingly deep soul it can hide Playing our piano is his therapy of sorts Working on snippets of songs with such beautiful force I mean, if only other kids could see how amazing he is Intensity comes at the cost of a burning bridge I can’t live for him, try to take his pain away Misunderstood just like his old man, the rainy days Will come and go and I hope that they don’t drown him And if the water gets high, may he quickly learn to swim No cannonball before diving without his life preserver I dove in soon as his head had submerged May consequences someday teach a lesson that sticks I hope he knows that I love him in spite of all of tiffs It goes choice/choice, choice/consequence and now I’m barking at him Sent to the base of the stairs with an alarmist magic The ramping up leads to a trip to his room The one passenger ticket and I’m not seeing him soon The red around my eyes needs to fade before we speak again Then we’ll talk it out, free of a fever’s heated blend Otherwise stuff that I don’t want to happen might And I don’t want a son who sees me and reacts in fright His appetite is the same as mine, hollow legs and all We may as well have been born the same date and time It breaks my heart when he reaches in to hold my hand So I try to hold on just as much as I can Being amidst a storm makes it hard to appreciate the waves A life raft shuttled in the busiest of days He’s so smart and so blunt and so innocent And so good at pushing every button that I’m living with You know how many people beyond your family love you? And sometimes even as an adult life it can suck, dude You are driven and intelligent, passionate and eloquent With a lawyerly knack for taking language on a hellish spin You and Walter remind me of me and your uncle Matt A battlefield under which I hope you tunnel back He idolizes you in ways you take as murderous Proof that so much of life is how you will interpret it You don’t wear your heart on your sleeve Man, your heart is your arm and it’s starting to bleed May time thicken your skin but not make you numb Then again, a little bit of skin is better than none The same freckles you hate serve to make you beautiful The day you were born I wanted to share you with the world And I’m so proud of you and and what you’ll become Even if I’m not around to see what you have done
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Toy Box 03:35
Kofa’s the total package Forget banana clips my wicked spit can go Baracus Try laying down the law, and get dropped, another broken tablet When I wreck shop the dose is lethal, another woeful addict total damage Mode is diesel Motivated flights taken on a golden eagle Portray the life I lead between sons, awife and easel Flows that wager plights plus a job that’s legal Adjust my flaws to maximize the path with this rapping tribe Half aggressive, no passive perchance a casket gets them An addled adolescent hidden in a vast directive Made it this far, well that’s impressive, crash the wreckage With a blast prophetic, glass embedded, getting cash or debit Cards so chart the epidemic, arson starts in darkened hearts Scrawl my name in sharpie on all receipts the market barks An altered beast bleeding on an altar of Keter tracks Making a killing with the rent to own, inherit medevacs I dedicate this to all the raps I wrote and didn’t record Sitting on a piece of paper waiting for their turn in war Patient playing the part of a flint to sharpen blades It takes a nation of ink to drown the memories of harder days Not art for praise, arterial spatter patterns Upon a parchment, gray, my phrase can spark the darkest cavern I chart the havoc that mostly hides inside of ghosts Far from placid, I vocalize and go for broke on post it notes Piece them all together, forensic, the beast involved with competitive letters sent with a vengeance Relentless seasons in the abyss, I spent in endless squalls The bitterness that pitter patters crimson, and then the venom calls From rental halls to bargain basement, my part’s the shark contagion Carnasaur like either Barkley or the bar keep partly ate it Charming cadence, then the cobra strikes and plunges fangs Tongue sandwich server superb to bust an abundant slang Some are unaccustomed to the variety of pride served take myself down a couple notches, strike the right nerve No hubris, I’d rather stay closer to the earth’s core Maneuver accordingly, formally intersperse lore A single glass tear, falling on the church floor Shattered to a thousand fragments, tag them in a terse tour Immersed more in the ways that it could be than how it is How is it the quietest die yet the loudest live? No brow of brick or showing countenances counterfeit I'll take your gun raps and melt them to a plow equipped Prepare my ink cartridge for the deadly harvest here to finish the job that many started, semi tarnished reps regardless Heavy hearted with every leaden pulse inside of him Statistically vital, provide the plights inside of Iversons Enticing pariahs so mightily fighting with life and limb Hiding in the the mud puddles when the crying skies are grim And the end is right where I begin
9.
Stop Me 03:27
Your strong suit is fabricated, cut from whole cloth, threadbare from every query that you hold off I went there, took some photos for the memories Intense stares entrenched wares prepared the terror tendencies Ensnared them mentally on a quest for lost remedies A festive pawn settling for garbage so readily Rabble rousing I'm tantamount to a scam allowance Never found carousing with some random clan of cowards Man of the hour in a twilight time zone When I write my tomes the fly guys fly home Your team was a dozen, now it's one and a third The remainder running, son summoning thunderous verse The dirge of a berserker, getting under your nerves You tried to gather yourself, but now you're crumbling worse No need to categorize the battle that'll arrive, you're fragile Baffle the wise with tactile raps that provide the travels A journey through my mind with plenty twists and turns provided Go ballistic, words that might drift, survival of the rhymest The fittest citizens sitting in boxes, slop oblivion Chop shops I live within break beats ridiculous Scrape streets with discipline this isn't some fake feat No pastry ambivalence, I'm given them 8 weeks After that, it's over with, massacre at the podium Passing it back, so odious, San full of laughs eroding them Gamble with the erroneous claim to reign, but you don't exist No famous aims, my cup runneth to an overage Glenn Danzig Jaguar motorist complete with his load of brick Look it up or even check in with your brokerage Oh so focused, the speech soloist keeps going deeper Soak the speakers until the boxes slosh and know the reaper No introduction required, I'm here to crush a rhymer Who couldn't bother mastering the craft, disgusted by it Slazengers and math massacre corruptive virus Don't fuss and fight it, let the sleep creep deep on crusted eyelids This is for the friends made, the love that thus unites us Peers steadily staying dope, no judgement crisis We braid the rope with with Rumplestiltskin and some phrased devices In case of guidance being required, we feed the fire Entrusted misers run deep as Appalachian stills ink dancing with the drum beats, some seek a vapid thrill I wax poetic, use the wick for a new appendage I'm doing damage with language usage, a new lieutenant Pollutant menace alerting spoilers with ruined mentions My true intentions camouflaged inside a suit tremendous But soon regretted falling for subdued illusion's venom The truth's ascension to the right hand presumed a reverend Jumping through a hoop of sevens in a pair of three stripes Beside the beehive where the meek hide in the meantime
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I've seen devils wear crucifixes like disguises. Thinking that we can't see past their glittering lies. They're kidding me, right? Nativity prada piranhas The pious act like the autumn of Sodom's upon us not forgotten is the promise of an apocalyptic fruit born Scour the orchard for a golden apple’s mute form Remember when Christ had the Jesus piece? Complete with rubies in his hands for comedic relief Repeatedly bleeding indeed, beleaguered and And secretly seeking some peace in the screams Subpoenaed and now Athena's the fiend competing for the launch codes, watch the raunch grow a brand new sickness, eyes wide shut, lost souls bears witness, viruses scale immune system walls with razor claws meanwhile, chalice is lifted by the richest, laughing faces off Let the warlords play along to the tune of a Slayer song Too much at stake to break, let’s raise a hell to make a wrong So listen to this if you will and make your own call Committed muses using truth produce a ghost tall Babel is simply one of the stilts used To try and find some air to breathe above the mildew and bilge spewed A throne of live scorpions Around the sun that leaves the deepest burns, find my mind orbiting, this rhyme consortium Endorphins rush to a shaved scalp the crown’s weight determined The unfocused left lessons, I stay to learn them Parade of sternums raised to praise the state of grace perverted Give us this endless cycle our vital daily burden Beasts to the trough threadbare as Thoth who came before us Seeking light at the tunnel's end, believers raise the torches My scene, a painted portrait, purported to slay so gorgeous Head dresses made of native orchids shall betray the mournful What remains of normal swarms within a hazy stupor status Loss turns to blind rage, survivors soon consumed with madness Their mood, combative a woozy addict seeking another fix But emptiness turns ravenous the hill becomes a sum of cliffs Open hands becoming a bunch of fists clenched to strike the weakest kingdom overseen, closely watching all the plights of leeches Sheep's clothing covered with designer labels Just keep my own path, I've got no energy to fight the faithful So just know the romance it may work, a slow chance to say word With both hands I may earn a living It beats the opposite, my soul inside a shred of rhythm A ledger entry scrawled hastily, my debt forgiven It calls daily, beckoning me to the twisted wreckage Nostrils stinging with alcohol from the disinfectants In this endeavor, my wizened efforts are rife with losses Another one bites the dust, the dust then bites the coffin Fangs gleaming in my grin, plenty of filth in the righteous I sharpen manners to a dagger, ready to kill them with kindness Plunge it until the hilt snaps Veneer of cynicism can't resist this vivid twist I'm giving guilt wracks So you ask me if I'm disillusioned I believe in individuals yet rarely in your system's ruses
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Aged Leather 03:57
Stop me if you're heard this before But I'll turn that octagon to triangles that for certain will soar From resplendent churches to chilly morgues, umbilical cords Seeing blood and Gore, for sure I can thrill them swords Ventriloquist still in the Fort, illustrative tour guide Providing rhyming finery that's vibing deep in your ride from 4-5 to a 33 and a bronze, I'm keeping on believing in the bond of seasoning, deepen the calm Recently it seems thoughts repeatedly demand their own capture Stockholm syndrome on a gold platter Self-service compelled to propel further faster For sure would rather keep the dirge in scabbard, urgent matters Emerge to shatter, the butterfly knife intserter rapper Making runs in official kicks, slick purple lavish So this it it, interpret backwards at your own risk Betrothed to wizardry in images, you've known this I carve tracks from Phar Lap to the tarmac Collabing with wackness is kidney stones, a hard pass So listen, as the city glows the embers stay reddish With a great effort, we endeavor to remain freshest Dismay scented with the faintest trace of aged leather Now on rainy days, the razor blades remain fettered Preparing for parade weather, resume written Kept away hidden from the heavy weights, who stay smitten The tape hissing, rotating just fillets wisdom Never making paper, the paper is simply traced linen Sitting awake, this citizen considers how to phrase life Trickles falling from abandoned building drainpipes Train tracks and the click of wheels that glide in night Sometimes sleep is my surrender to the fight inside Lay back thoughts racing in loop that's endless New methods stupendous lucid in pursuit of vengeance Larry Bird and Magic Johnson gone, so choose a weapon Mute aggression soothe the savage beasts with music, flutes from heaven A putrid essence purified with lives that listened closest Devoted bishops wish religiously for different coaches A sickened industry complictly has fed them ether Ferocious misery delivered by the centileter The roaches quibbling for scraps, spin in whip attacks A race to underbellies festering with sickest acts Pestering each other over rotted bits of this and that Got to live in prison trapped, economist permissive batch I'd rather rip the patch away and let the wound sting Than sit submissively for christening the new king And history is a just a symphony with jumbled notes Whose victory is orchestrated by a couple folks The more creative parasite the finer the feast With medicine to mask any other sign of disease
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Kovax: My homie Kofa said I gotta crush em Put em in a coma, get em Kova, blow the spot up n the crowd erupted Big Poppa Pump, they on my nuts I'll take a shot at puppets. Flock of suckers talkin bout a lot of nothin, ain't got the stomach Lock it up and throw karate punches and you'll probably plummet Dummy, want a shot or somethin? promise that the drama comin' choppin it up, hot as fuck, bout to make a profit from it put it on my momma outta luck cause I aint droppin grudges ohh son, they opened the gate and now look at em go and the fools run, they drop off the bill when I'm booked on the show and it's a cool cut, they vibing along now and wouldent cha know its my foot up your ass when im put in a mode and I'm hookin you hoes n u couldent oppose, fa sho Grizzled veteran chizzlin letters live forever you're bitter I'm better no second guess. little effers catch a drift Brains all splattered when they all crash n burn brang y'all massacre, word, chainsaw manicure Sankofa: Consider something suitably cinematic. Soon-to-be hinted at. Soothe consumers wooed within a sinister trap. Begin the collapsed lungs singing a song of blackened swans. I fault the line between dusk corrupt the buxom crack of dawn. Pack a pawn inside the game of life encased in corduroy. Leather trim, have never been the sort recording ploys. Endure the noise? No longer. Now I'm shutting doors on toys. Semi automatic semiotics in the form of Freud. The floor destroyed, a pin drop could deafen witnesses. Begin not, my grim crop begets the difference. They spin lost in a maze of feigned indifference. Survey the shibboleth, fatal wages his payment imminent. I pace perimeters paper thin razor penmanship. Any doubting Thomases I got them all dental benefits. Settling for nothing, that arrogant path is perilous. Apprenticed under some of the dopest my focused glare is sick JON?DOE: The Silversmithy's heated, bars of fiery fire The type of cipher we admire don't require a gyre Re-igniting the pyre to ply your dire desire Inspire higher aspirations from the mired and liars Blow the spot like ink splattered on papyrus Attention undivided- these lyrics is the tightest Steppin to the party even if we uninvited You'll break ya neck trynna do the same shit that I did Inexorable downfall given how the sands move So many dope lines that you can't choose So fuck you and your manboobs, Stans lose Type to show up to your funeral in dance shoes Fred Astaire Took hiphop to the underground and left it there The only way ya sittin's in electric chairs And now they always answer, "Is it fuckin fresh?" with "yeahhhh!"

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All these rappers can grind, I'd rather glide.

Golden era goodness with lyrics for days.

Why yes, that is some truly insane cover art. Thanks for noticing. This album started a while back when Keter (producer of 2007's The Tortoise Hustle) mentioned to me he was back to making beats. I've been hoping to hear that news since '07 and so I greedily snagged every piece of his I could, fortifying the collection with additional production from phd beats and Franz Branntwein. I dig this album and it's my hope you feel the same way.

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released April 18, 2020

Production via El Keter Ben Tzadik, phd beats, and Franz Branntwein
Scratches c/o DJ Konfewshus
Album artwork by Junkyard Sam
Guest vocals from Kovax and JON?DOE
Mixed and mastered by Burnt Bakarak

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