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Multitudes Vol. 1

by Sankofa

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1.
They choose two Reboks like unretired pugilists With dee brown the day after christmas to reuse the gift The dude is slick, persona built with a mag lev No ruger clips, Freddy Kruger doom manuever tombs to flip So crews submit, with busted lips, the Heidi Fleiss effect My dialect is fly, leaving dots that you might connect I rock rhymes providing breath, with mics a melee I may just play for fun, I made the rung of Bison Dele Conversion van, plan to motivate, arrive with Grape Ape Horses catch a case of laryngitis, no to nay say No pay grade, I earn my way assertive verbal takes Shed a tear when Prince made it to the purple gates You ever hear of such a thing through the thumping speakers? Rocking SIA gear now, I had to dump adidias If some repeat it, finding worth in what I have to say That’s pretty dope to me, honestly the dap that pays Accolades are my escalades that plot the movement Don’t be mad at me your favorite rapper got dap and stopping improving Smack the taste from a mouth, without a heated spoon Rap parading about, I’m bound to seem to zoom Add a dab of zip to make the connect These folks claim to live in faith, but lack the shame to regret It’s Iron Mike Sharp plus the raps of Kofa here Causing most to cheer, busting wackness vapid scrolls and sneers Supplying mighty rhyming force with a diamond scorch Getting flipped off more than ninety diving boards And that’s the way it is, frustrating statements hit Crush cadence unsustainable, the fatal slip And take a dip inside a pit of razor blades and break to bits Falling back into the haziness of ‘86 They misappropriate, it’s appropriate that I made them miss It’s mister flow with the phrases flavor voraciousness No faking it, the funk is strictly syncopated sick Brewing up a fresh stew, your best move is take a trip
2.
Moldy Cake 01:32
I’m storming in, no prior warning, I was born to win Apply the force to limbs to snap the wack with cracking goriness Hyperextend your definition of hype and high performances The bison stampeding ornaments and the assorted swords you spin Historians building time machines to find my form again The rhyming scheme without a blueprint beyond the vital need Make the vinyl bleed, test presses melting back to plastic pellets Syntax is hellish, elevator cable snaps the zealots A batch of relics sharper than the blades they ever made Wreck a team with witty repartee, so let it rain The show is never over until the mic is set aflame I enter trains of thought and hijack them with my rapping Sick of the cops from street patrollers to the high captains Gripping some glocks with no repercussions when they try bashing Paid vacation with a slap on the wrist, supplied action And I imagine if someone dies at my job, somebody’s getting fired Plus going to jail, but cops? Nah, we let em prevail Because the bootlickers forever love leather instead it’s betrayal Like Flav said, it’s a joke and the laugh track is blue in the face I feel disgust and rage, but question what I can do with the taste? Making moves against a system keeping us in line with fear And they’d rather bump some pop instead of ever trying to hear I’m learning the distance between a protest and a movement One is temporary catharsis and the system hopes we use it No changes are made, but how does one repair a broken system When those set up us against each other staying so consistent Pretend it’s all going to be okay, like let's just deny madness Max the credit cards so living large, pump life lavish The dynamic of lying cats selling dreams remains A blood lust that seeks some plasmas must crush our needy veins Walls collapse, familiar needles dig for gold we make We leave with bruises, sugar cookie souvenirs, and moldy cake
3.
Clique Bait 02:22
Some things in life they just go at their own pace It could be the folks around me, even the toll gates There’s no way to speed it up or slow it down for me Taking a stand and now I’m sitting down so drowsily Now I find myself outside of home without a key Should’ve hidden one somewhere, but now it seems I want to hide inside instead of lounge in crowded scenes Hearts grimace to the finish lines of powder fiends Adding up all the pieces, it’s a hill of beans Playing king of the hill with guillotines, fulfill the dream But does it make sense or start bewildering Hoping to make dents, but still I build a string Not quite at the end of my rope, but it’s frayed Extending a note to all the players, what a game In love with fame, chasing glimpses of what I’m not But each reach confirms indeed I’m stuck within this box I made my peace with purveyors of the vagaries The layered vacancies of those who take the taste and squeeze Remain at ease while some twist to find the traits and teeth Can’t determine if it’s loss or gain, they make a wreath A mock up pain macarena where the praise is reaped Some often strain trying to find the words to bait the beast So I observe, but don’t participate in all the games A clique preying on the click bait to call them names Shepherds guide the flock to give the wool to make the ski mask Pulling over eyes, disguising lives inside of street traps Sweating bullets, fashionistas sport a heat map Another school shooting, cops statement retract So believe the beast travels at the speed of lies And wolf tickets are submitted for the reason why Hold a beacon with a knife, in case the blade is needed Illuminating through the hatred, taste parade of Eden
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Bleed Money 03:43
They set at each others’ throats with promise and pride I’m Mike Vick without a dog in the fight, vice grip With the trauma supplied, it’s like this type sick with demonic surprise Wanderers wondering soon Dishonor and die Pondering why we keep consuming, it seems inhuman The globe we scurry over is left a steaming ruin We worry ‘bout graffiti like it foreshadows something worse But the poison is a cash for home signs upon my turf Improve the neighborhood and soon it’s unaffordable Trendy spots for out of towners sipping cordial Investment properties, some win the best monopoly Trust falls follow handshakes bereft of honesty But where do locals go when mortgage payments go for broke Big bank taking little bank, so alone Note a stone unturned it’s probably the gunfire Keeping gentrifiers clear from all the slum’s wired Tough on crime, turn a blind eye to drunk driver People act alert but in truth only some find us Amongst titans we struggle, but it’s one sided It takes an oligarch to hold the dart and fund MIdas Cause nowadays powerplays are all the dour crave Let the furor die down and not a brow is raised And on the third day they resurrect the Reich again Distort the history books to give a righteous bent And all the rules we were told don’t apply to them Too much money invested and that’s the might of men I try to pen something, hoping to spark a fire Killer cops stay paid and victims slip in dark attire Only after years pass does footage get released So what part of my sanity is left to keep? If you build it, they will come and take it all away Amazon trucks ruin roads rocking Jersey plates Kurtis doing Blow with Bezos, so the tax breaks The game is rigged for the people who already won Building mazes for us, posing gracious so they let us run Take the sacrificial lamb and they just let bled it numb It makes me cringe, watching giant pairs of scissors up A government official poses for the ribbon cut Maybe a golden shovel planting trees in abandoned lots A year later the saplings are dead and that’s the cost Everything is for effect, got the optics right Want to care about it all, the talk is not tonight Let’s authorize Alexa, give her the invite To listen, to every word we ever speak at midnight Got a phone, but it seems the phone has got us Too sneaky to bother with a pop up Not alone when the app has dialed in the life I lead Where I am, who I’m nearby, the price of need The times I log into an app to see if the dune has shifted A watcher of the grains, laying in the noose just twitching A future prison big brother business supervision We are famous ones with lights they shine the new religion We’re too submissive but they’ve got me line and sinker Dosing out the hearts, likes, and shares, climbing quicker Maybe by the river, in a van, is better for me But everywhere I look I see another fetter forming The weather’s storming a power outage is coming soon But look at Texas prices when the grid begat the tomb People die, nobody cares because the money’s made And we fight each other digging deep the muddy grave Cunning ways divide and conquer and we play the role Virginia bowling alleys, Bubbachuck, conduct the way of moles
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Give me the beat and watch me fricassee tracks I’m popping unicycle wheelies on my victory laps Medicinal movements soothing ears of those who appear Whether they’re racing by or simply chose to mosey in here Nairobi to the Gobi, I drop a globe in your ear I’d rather try another run than seek to cope with a beer It’s kind of fun trying not to buy another pair of shoes But I pick them up regardless, and there is the truth The artist slash consumer, just a sheep in his clothes Still waters kinda shallow, so I deepened the prose reaching to carve out a lane, but seeking reason to grow I couldn’t find any bases that were needing to know So maybe all the searching was just built to distract And I should return to rapping like I’m killing the track Atilla with that, stacking a zillion foes on the slabs Battered broken and sad, so woeful smoking and cracked Total annihilation with the viral cadence I’ve awakened Cause the cave that I hibernate in, well it’s quite amazing Creature comforts surround sound with the speakers thumping Keep them krumping from downtown to the beach of summer Teaching thunder how to rumble when my hunger attacks I’m in a pumpkin patch with cabbages to punk them with that Jumping them back in time to appropriate spots While I wear a pair of Mobius socks, smokingly hot Not parochial, this vocalist is frozen in frost Pinnochio doing coke in the Poconos with a cop Propose a blizzard, nah, put twenty holes in lying alibis I’m plenty cold, Mister maladjusted Malachi With the palace guards in Palestine living hard and calloused lives And if you’re not aware, I’ll catch you up oh pal of mine But that’s enough for the time being, do some research Behind each country’s birth it seems a certain beast lurks I’m the guy who sells you tee shirts, a couple hats and keychains Kerosene vocals finna bust a buster’s refrain And these days I’m getting mp3s instead of beat tapes And maybe when it’s getting set to rain I get a knee ache Knee deep in the ways meteorology to be brief From CDs repeating the knowledge leaked I seek to be me The not quite bacchanal cat involved in rapper brawls Speaking impactful words dispersing work from his agile vault Had you call you folks for backup, your quotes are wack plus I tried to warn you like Like Ross Perot the ghost of NAFTA And those who had stuff, I gave them props cause I refuse to hoard them Welcome all to cruise within my satellite’s acoustic orbit Refuse to hand out bad advice unless it’s grabbing mics And overemphasizing shoe importance when I have vice I’m moving forward showing and proving improvement for it, Start with Discount Lion Safaris mark the deployment
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You won’t find me with the botched efforts Dropping laziness on Koch Records I’m made to win, the hot stepper Without a pair of Lavadomes The heretic slash therapist The wherewithal to tear the bricks and leave them dust I believe in us, no need for Joneses keeping up I reap what’s sown, stitches left inside of scarecrows Steadily unravel traveling with monche and pharoahes A constant burial, my shovel burns, the raw fiero Asbestos gloves when I get to work, another learns You mess with us the wrong move, jenga parkinsons Ragged hat in hat, Beg your pardoning, my trek is hearkening Herald angels choking on their rusty bugle All that’s, plus he’s brutal what he’ll do to hushed pursuants The musket looming shadow on the son of man eclipses It’s atavistic, you can’t assist it, sacred cataclysm You read it one way, forget that, I spat it different Mind erasure, the latest visit, hit the app and drift away A gift of gab shadow boxing day, the fist is gray A swift array after Christmas, disappointment kills 9 before the 83 I’m on a voyage still The mathematics I’m on, Alcatraz to Attica bonds Panic attack the lightning bolt incinerating that which was calm Jacket is long, beyond the waistband, a fit of rage The drip is venomous with SIA gear, submit the takes A hidden saint inside the exoskeleton My music hits your soul hard to wreck the elegance, propellers spin Lou Pinella Pirellis, loops and the gruesome delis Loosened nooses swelling under rain from acid clouds, movement jelly The rude awakening the snooze button 80 watts Hit them and we make them hop, electrified container walks So recognize the flavor boss, no fakers baking tater tots Find my mind inside containers that the Raiders lost Providing greatness saliva supplies the biters wages Break the scales of any snakes who’d ever try to rate this Watch the shrapnel slither into dark abysses I run it start to finish while these other runners hearts diminish Got it locked, solitary thoughts in carbon prisons Guilt trips lace the Claymores, watch them charge admission Why is speaking so simple when it’s so hard to listen JON?DOE ski slopes FILA parka frigid They try to batter me, butter me up? Not happening Running amongst the rabid kings bantering with the bashful sheep Walk the walk in flyer kicks to find the path for me Avoiding viper pits and hype that hits the passive beast I’m just a race horse, steady champing at the bit Sick of powerbrokers coddling and pampering the rich Magic happening in mansions with the whips Belly dancing with a kid Special Ed with Helly Hansen in his fit Had me wanting it, the newness that I wasn’t aware of I wandered with a wonderment that summoned this scared pup Made him braver, gave him heart, didn’t care that stares stuck Believing in ourselves is the way to prepare us Repeat it with a spell, inundating the dares thus This thief is in a cell with the bedding that bears rust I earn trust, gaining interest in relationships Mutual respect instead of funds, but spread the pay that hits A rising tide drowns too many with a leaky boat We’re here to patch it up, returning glaciers to the freezing cold Not earning favors, just doing solids with human knowledge Why not share what we have learned to those pursuing polish? My suit is solemn, I never wear it, I’m having fun Pulling cards and chew them out with flavor, save the pack of gum I got a stick and walk quietly amongst the false idols deep Dog years of Bad luck, shattering my rivalry The vibe is heat, shout to wingclipper with the blades sharp I’m illmatic on a quasar these cats are bravehearts
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I grabbed the dishes with the oven mitt, the other day Left broken and shredded, the best way to suffer Like Chuck D said, or was it my mom, speaking of regret I bleed steps, the golden 18 Beyond sleaze merchants, I behold a great dream The raw speech furnace, steadily folding your team Let the beat roll embracing my soul with the warmth Alone, I wandered blizzards, the coldest of storms No quantum physics just Qantas visits, flights of fancy They’re ready to up it, so I supply the ante Admonished mimics and found that it was breath wasted I’m too old to spend time and energy on such a basis Plush amazement, the cartilage of phrases make my spaceship A short week with long days, take a day trip Far from faded, my heart is darkness and armor plated Trying to stay away from favorites so carbonated Carbon dated my pen with a timer ticking down the fastest Chiseling my reverie, triplicate to drown the tablet Down a rabbit hole again, and so I hold the pen Control the lens my own cinematographer A bit of flare here and there, fame I’m not concerned I got a lot of thoughts to burn But sometimes I turn… Off my brain so I can relax, aligned with a path My inner child hides in the back, trying not to cry at the clash Between what it was told, and what actual life provides An appetizer for destructive vibes and cyanides Messiah vibes, getting full of myself, I hold an ax Cut myself down to size, preempting any bold attacks Gold is cast for the ones yet unprepared to die A million fingers point in all directions, saying there’s the lie So where am I in the midst of all this broken crowd Asking the same questions 14 year old me spoke aloud Poke around, seeing what I can locate Cola flashbacks, like everything is okay Needlepoint, tufted rugs, even needles crochet Removing the first letter, like there is no way A standing ovation for those transporting their loved ones Instead of succumbing to road rage A bouquet for all deserving, halt the searches Side of my house had a fence covered in all nasturtiums I can smell it still, halfway across the globe 48 years deep in here, still a lot to go Cannot condone some of the acts of mine, but that’s life Choices made that didn’t stop me in a trapped site And this is an interactive passage listeners can roam upon Combined with Dooz1, I wrote a song Unbroken bonds formed without a fetter in arm’s reach Doing this for the love of the love, my heart speaks A guarded life feels like something for the fearful folk I’d rather risk the breakage than stymie all the tears exposed Practice gathers rust, we watch the theories grow Here we go, limping with a weary drove Months fly but minutes move in here so clearly slow
8.
Detroit Dirt 01:58
Hear the lions pacing inside of the prisons roar Clean slate, forgetting everything I did before Tree hugger with a sycamore, Tipper Gore Sliced with a Liquid Sword, so let the crickets snore Blake with the handle, Harry Potter Gryffendoor Tracing the gamble, carry off the stiff and gored Perfectly content to stay where I have been ignored There is no competition, psalms forbidden spin the lore I’ve got a wardrobe full of strong suits Foreclosing on poor souls, my heart contains a calm doom Weathering the storm, whether it’s a monsoon Tsunami or long tomb, move on you and you’re gone soon Jumanji hollering olive drab a dab of the camouflage Back into Panama, Suez Canal my jacket analog I pack a plan that’s raw to banish inanimate puppets plus the catalog Emphatically spat it, San is the man of law... the rest is in my notebook
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Sankofa: I’m hearing cats holler quality with strictly garbage So I listen to the whispers while I disregard them A missile aiming at the miscellaneous Splitting craniums simply scintillating them, abysses caving in My symbols blazes in places they never made it in Basically, made to win, creating this contagion a fatal grave chagrin Throwing shots, but barely graze my chin, my beard is handling Fear this ambulance, hear the manic tears abandonment Sincere tarantula my rank unanimous from banking damages The language candidate the hunger pangs and savage dips Fangs dripping from a phantom’s lips the man is terminally sick Prefer to be equipped with a verse or three to spit Repeat it in hallowed halls of the all the bleeding men involved I keep it moving onward while the needy dead have stalled Regretful vendettas, super somber in suits of armor plated The martyr made it, prepare the carcass for the dark occasion My bark abrasive, bite that splinters femurs, start erasing All the thoughts that you had ever entertained for charging Satan I’m set aflame and running streets appear in here to punish beats Sincerely hearing echos of the hunter’s feet, from underneath Chuck Brown: Draw ya weapons hit the 3D printer; Ima heat this up quicker than a TV Dinner. We some Warriors, repeat winners And we Knee deep in MCs bleeding each sixteen delivered These Pee Wee spitters too Easy to reach when their arms just too short to throw hands back at me They considered boys to a grown man actually The end of their road ain’t a slow jam masterpiece I make em hit a wall speeding Now they dogs running like Iditarod season I Kill ‘em all for any old reason When I’m putting rounds in they heads it got that synagogue feelin’ I’m a Minotaur to these miniature heathens They seasoned as Caucasian recipes, essentially They flavorless and armed with some archaic weaponry I’m dangerous as making boys hang at the rectory Pause cause it’s appropriate; I’m like nas getting older cause I’m only growing more legit Cold as the War with the soviets before the coup Plus i Been dope since Mary had the morning the flu
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The smoothness undeniable Big Daddy Kane rocking flyer gold Loaned to Slick Rick for photoshoots the title known Cables cascade from regal necks, keeping fresh Intern’s grandmother the fur coat, you seen it yet Nowadays, cats have got the gear but not the skills? So I’m hopping time machines when I need reminders still No time to kill, I must exemplify that dopeness now Dropping jaws, pick them off the floor with just an open mouth No showing clout, simply speaking with a mindful manner Claims they got your back, but then a spine can shatter The finer fabric of my rhymes arrive to write the magic Casting spells my pen the wand upon the lines emphatic The last compelled, not really though, there’s plenty more I’m thinking Defcee, Ace Cannons, heavy swords Many more, but my mind erases names quickly Even though I nod my head to plenty great ripping Roberto Alomar going berserk at salad bars Know what it’s worth in talent, heart, hope to disturb the balance card No corny rental, the rug it is oriental Percussive with lords we revel, the plushest of cord is special With skills I’m fortified but more admired for the mortar fire The war arrival your messiah, it’s the lord and sire Far from fortune minded, grab the torch and cast the glow My rap a fractal rubiks cube renewal crash the throne Passing go because I’m moving forward, dodging traps Jamal back with Wildcats supply the Monster mash Piranhas gnash their teeth, ravenous for masterpieces I had to give them something special, note the vast uniqueness That’s eureeka bouncing from the speaker boxes here Sharing just a bit a joy destroying toxic fear So thanks to all the cats I build with on a daily basis If I’m lucky i’ll still find a way to stay creative
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this song is transport, taking you to a magical place. whether present, future movements, or some back in the day. Sankofa, chill the God with those immaculate breaks…. You think you've got it locked, but now we're cracking the safe I feel like Wooly Willy, iron filings in the sink from shaving got to keep my skull smooth, ideas (steady) incubating I’ve been awake when the dull dudes have been mistaken For something worthy of time, taken to the brink to break them What I think’s contagious, gracious with a blink of nascence I keep time with the beat, no need for trinket bracelets A rhythm native writing to the way my feet strike the ground Might’ve found something dope and then I write it down I sell it by the pound, dap, props or what you call it Padlock the brusque with dollops that bust the rust symbolic I must acknowledge all the pioneers who laid the path Super Sam illest mammal on the mic, the flavor stashed I try to take it back to show you how it all began Don’t want to forget where I came from, the fault of San took my broken English to the shop to get an estimate they tried to give me a quote, but I told them that i repped a bit Already wrote my own, so I didn’t quite require theirs Living life with rhymes to spare Pry inside of my affairs They tried to snare a bit of soul, but I turned them down fast I won’t cosign that garbage for a clown sash I’m here to rep my people doing dope things daily Finding time between the rest of life to fight the lazy Cause that couch of mine becomes a vampire Sucking every ounce of energy from me, I’m so damn tired Man, I’ve just got to get up get out and move it Goodie Mob had the plan, find me making some music Nothing wrong with a song being made for amusement Where would a cross be, without the betrayal of Judas? So many tattoo shops would need to get fresh flash Bet you the warrior band would be lonely, yep fact
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But what’s the point of this fun is not had Do I exist just to punish the bad, I’m wondering that Summoning wrath when the time calls In the meanwhile, my mouth is just a fountain where the rhymes fall Cascading causing ripples on the wishes made Trash fading, talk and listen, song is this the way Decisions change, so I move as the signs fade And through it all have a vision finding my way Knowing what matters to me is the guide And all the nonsense, see I’m quick to leave it behind Head nodding, man, I’m just deep in the vibe Cutting bait and I’m free in the tide, being just fine Peace of mind because I operate from calmness Find my rhythm in the moment and I’m gone kid Following my conscience, there I go again Foot inside my mouth and now the sound is overspent Proud of what I make, refraining from the arrogance I’m not here to be reciting what the parrot says Write a paragraph and then I lose the piece of paper No sweat, I’m coming up with more that’s even greater See the labor of love, this isn’t work for me This is escape to the place that I’m immersed in deep And I may never return, until I have to Hear the track call my name and that’s smooth Hollering hey, they may need to haul me away Tim Baron with an ollie a day Somalian sommeliers in a trolley of eight No baby talk here, spare me all the colic he ate My policy is quality, not Kweli but tall and speaking Dogs and ponies looking skittish, see the polish leaking From coliseums to cul de sacs I’m riding beats And there’s more than just a little bit to find of me
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Beastmode in stereo, there’s no accounting for me Before the flood begins to bust your limbs and drown in 40 My force is busting in, doors are smashed to particles No time for clown shows, for sure I’m smacking rapping carnivals So grills are guarded with loose lips, I rap with lighter fluid On a lighter note, I flick the bic and watch the pyre boosted The fly acoustic purveying flavor in spite of Judas I keep to myself, got no time for shiny movements You tired of losing, choose another set to go against It’s Billy No Jokes plus Kofa known for no pretense These cats have got the flash without the skills to back it up Another fashion model posing for the gram with stacks deluxe Forget that, I pen some raps to leave their souls deflated Overrated, plus their flow is bogus basic old and dated My scroll is sacred build a shrine and note the vocal greatness Never is my soul complacent, I keep it moving so contagious My pen is soaking pages, sick britannica stats I survived by being me and never plan to adapt Billy brewed the banging beat, I watch the vat cook slow These cats are shook, in the back of the Ac with their MacBook Pro I’m Frank Castle driving Killdozer to the billionaire’s club To finally bring about some change cause I’m sick of this stuff Another politician, another empty promise So I’m putting on a show, not talking Benihanas I’m here to scar the bones of all these rapping Karl Malones R Kelly of the dream team, the farce condoned Here to fill a lot, these guys apply for Ray J I’m through with all the games they play, Bison Dele Your rank is mousy, I’m Frank Brickowski, Wu Tang Bukowksi Drawstrings the only things that ever hang around me So take the war drum and bang it loudly, slang is rowdy Married to the pen, recipient of language dowry I’m tranquilo as Frank Grillo before the storm They stepping to me flawless, leave in a distorted form I used to play my idols’ music in my mom’s car Now I bump my mixes through my system with a strong heart
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The raw militance, spitting a tonsilith Hidden in song’s bilious, sick of the gone villagers Rickety raw killing it, sticking the god willingness Division the boss building his mosque, stop silly skits Posting posthumous paintings aiming for thirst traps I was there when Pun went and handed them their purse back I carry nail strips inside my pair of cargos In case a car goes too fast and then the car slows Rims sparking on the street, shredded tires flap Lawrence Phillips Ray Rice then they fire back I adapt with vital dialect to tie the knot inside a breath Quiet is kept inside of catacombs of pious sets Bones are rattling sabers inside of scabbards freeze Blades that faint at the sight of blood with a scab’s reprieve The phantoms breeding feast upon the last believers In castles, grieving with feverish visions, glass and they ask for Jesus A patch of visas, work into the stitches, superstitious My vision, gruesome Medusa loose subduing proof forbidden A new religion of futures brighter and current darkness Painted pigs prance making bacon covered carcass A couple martyrs making dancefloors from recent graves Facades granted a fandom but innards eat away 6 feet are left, the cardiac arrhythmia My pages covered with ink, like Mike Bibby was Dimes are dropped inside of wishing wells, so bottomless The ripple never effects, breath, yet, so watch your wish Forgotten quick within the fossils and the phosphorus Found my way for but a moment, now I’m lost again The flint is slick and matches only seem to snap against it Ego driven, for the audience I practice penance Deformed karate kicks, no lozenges, the last descendent I close the tome before the chapter’s ending, crackled leather A shack of shepherds, sharpening their crocks No past remembered for the bargaining of plots Heavy blades, Clippers loom close every day Damocles abandonment dammit just let me stay A terse globe stuck, sticking frigid gone thrall Hearse tow truck, in for the long haul The prawns crawl over trophies in forgotten cases Leaving trails in the dust for your observation Clicks of exoskeletons shrouded in cobwebs Mix of elegance regretted when the gods slept Apostrophes become colossal with control sought Ownership covers up the loneliness the cost wrought A mascot made of all the things we’re told to cheer Nevermind what the team does, just hold a beer Some black thoughts inside of the whitest skin The last to laugh lost fighting for it life and limb Mass murderers pointing out the slightest sin It’s hard to hear myself think inside this mighty din As for the problem, it might be him, it’s never us So point the finger of judgment crushing a life to dust Applying pressure to others but we deny regrets Cult believers flog the fetus fortify the steps An ornament of belonging, hogging the dying breath empathy’s a medicine we’re too afraid to try it yet We’re driving deadly as Tyus Edney the cliff it calls A fire medley suppliers ready to fit us all The squall is bitter, while whipping us into frenzies A visitor grim assembly permission begins with envy Eric Sermon vision the world is watching with green eyes Complain about the weight and now we some free fries Deifying every moment until the moment passes Then it never even happened, word to homeless masses This code is codified survive and prosper right, don’t offer help Blood upon the mop of prisons as they mop the cell
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They couldn’t hold a candlewick, let alone the wax Whether we’re talking vinyl or the other one I’m prone to snap Got my voice embedded into blackened grooves And writing raps is how I’d love to pass the afternoons Transformative, the rapper in a glass cocoon San’s storming in Jurassic give giraffe the room Mack a ron or is it macaroon? Back in June All the cats mask-riding catch a sack of doom Here to Sasakatoon I craft the tune accordingly The weirdest rapping dude attaches to the form of beat My core beliefs are staying true to self and being kind But sometimes that confusion makes me realign See this world rap that I exist amidst Isn’t quite the dreamscape that I had wished for it Quid pro quos degraded to amatuer Shepherd fleecing flocks, bucks from a famished herd Busfoot and Kofa, laying the track Kansas City to the Fortress with a Wayne and it’s stacked Flux Capacitor in Cairo so we’re taking it back Just some passengers arriving with a flavorful batch Quite content to live inside a bubble that I made of words Whether celebrating birth or making fatal verse And I become what the beat finds within me Whether commentary’s anger, or a side of whimsy I can feel invincible or even kind of flimsy Depending on the vibe I’m given, that’s the magic of it I write a vision, my pen is the chaperone Sublime, not rigid, staying fluid as the fabric roams Challenging myself to keep improving as I go And friendships are made along that windy road A treasure chest inside I find my heart a tiny trove Providing pose,a feather’s heft or mighty load Hidy ho whether playalistic or the Simpsons Hate diseases, but adore the symptoms There’s gold in the hills of those who stay sick Imposter status complete with the cape that they stick Taking flight without a sampler Busfoot had custom made With the Common and Normal logo plus the tray Microbrewery pursuits to make Frieder overjoyed I’m speaking upon my friend Joel, no need for ploys Just a heap of life everything at once with feeling All the feelings all at once amongst the months of healing If you happen to see, give him my regards And give him a bearhug cause that’s love the size of hearts He’ll probably take you to a place he loves the food from Or maybe take you bike riding for some new fun Tell you bout the bees that almost killed him Along with thirty other things in life that thrill him You want to be alive, be with him and buckle up Speak truth to power, live your life it’s such a rush Rumor has it he can even go and cut a rug Down to tiny shreds, no life regrets, it’s time to summon us
16.
Jeediem, supplier of all the fly loops Melted cheese on the plates I’m trying to pry loose Freestyling to beats bumping from my phone speakers Dry my hands to scribble down a thought, my sole reason Otherwise, the ink will run and lose the lines I wrote Memory fails, pretty sure that it was kinda dope But my supply is not coming to a dire close Quenching thirst from a fountain of a fire hose …I suppose that I maybe I should chill a bit Unplug from all the rush and hit the wilderness …But making things is what fulfillment is So take these wings to fix the gilded gift Icarus in first class with the vinyl drop Melted wax and it is piping hot Hell and back with the tire wear to prove it The caravan of bruises simply for amusement Videodrome back in the day made with 2Sick Alluded to other things, sometimes simply made illusions The pace I’m choosing is mine, not for other folk Rainy days I watch the drainage on the gutter choke Running outside, hope the basement doesn’t flood again Use a couple sticks to lift the mess and rush to them See, that shopVac is kinda worn New roof so this house can then survive the storm surrounded by plants at the dining room table My sons are playing minecraft right now A load of laundry is whirring the basement mic on a tupperware lid like how? Shapeshifting to my life so can I find my form A rose by any other grave may only cry a thorn So we sop the damage, cover up the emptiness Looking for guidance beyond us, tentative Permission doesn’t come from them unless we make it so With a sampler’s eyes, I see the vultures taking notes A graceful hope is what we’re given to leave neglected When arriving in a spot, I simply peep the exit Insecurity has made a home inside of us Too busy to stop and wonder why it was A lion cub baptized by the fire’s thrust Glass eyes, losing marbles in a time corrupt Line them up, all the obstacles we made with care Anything to keep us stuck and staying there Pray a prayer think a thought and watch them disappear Taken to the brink of naught, the frost’s sadistic leer And this is how we score the game Talk about instead of play parlays ignore the pain Leaking batteries in beacons of hope Morse flickers SOS, as we speak it in code Swords to plowshares heed the call of the rust So make sure to come back to home with all of your blood
17.
I’ve got enough to drown a city Self doubt, no counterfeiting I’m down and driven When sound is living J. Depina make the scape that I roam upon No road of palm, just me with a sober song I won’t be long, three minutes or so, and I’m ghost Sharing the innermost, put on the mask, begin to boast Wondering how long this Crooked raft is finna float Could’ve took the cash and been a mope? Nope My cynic notes the way the world was once promised to me Now it feels more like kama sutra, calm and gloomy Palm the ruby, stigmata modernized marketshare Sharks repair thousands of teeth in the dark aware A carcass where a heart had beaten now lies frozen A finger thumb brush covers up the eyes open The scene remains, the lights fade away to other spots Bottles broken in bags for those who Stumbled off When it comes to loss, only so much individuals can hold Bitterness corrodes from within, frigid in the snow I sit back, listening to folk chatter on this and that That had been a pistol whipping lifting the skin to mask Some grin and grasp whatever crutch is within arm’s reach May we stay way out of the sway of harm’s keep Blood pressure rises when the speeding of the cars creep My dream is glorious crematoriums dark teak Maybe mahogany inlay for that grim day Read the stories in the paper they’ve recorded them Reward us with different prizes, coordinates In pretty vases with notes, the orchids sit There’s got to be more to this, than trying to just be …or is it just me? The hushed breathe with vapor clouds the only witness So when that end arrives, there’s no resistance Some go the distance, breaking life’s sentence into fragments And hindsight insists iit hasn’t been as bad since Seen so many come and go, but here I am …doing what I can I cry for people that I haven’t seen in years Sitting in the chapel with the shrapnel and the fears There’s something powerful in embracing loss Getting to that point of the journey, and the days it cost Making peace, even if it escapes, we’re familiar Seeing each other in the light of days, no certain filter We search bewildered, finding comfort in the ways of old Those without defenses have the bravest souls Content enough to live and feel it all, joy and pain And all the in betweens seep in poison frames A poignant claim that we own anything but right now No matter what that piece of paper says, lie down
18.
Sankofa: See the fact of the matter is San’s so nice I stash my raps in the handle of a Rambo knife You’re talking to the man who knew no fear I won a staring contest against Udo Kier So uh, face of death, no sweat, I’ve got a wall of them Place your bets, and debt, you got to call it in Loan sharks getting set to bite your floaties off Coast guard weapons kept to fry jabroni knots I’ve giving cats complexes when I start the thesis Without landlording over some apartment leases Vultures pick the bones bare, no time for carcass messes My favorite kicks back in the day were from the bargain section But nowadays, everything is getting swooped up Another reseller, trying to make a few bucks Everybody’s got a grind but I’m wearing down So I resort to writing rhymes, provide the where and how Do a little hunting, maybe share what I found Cause soon enough the greeting mat is at the burial mound I’d rather build people up than start tearing them down And we can still eat enough with some sharing allowed JON?DOE: You really oughta see JONs brain Got flows like the levee broke that feeds Pontch'train A-Z bombs rain up in you peeons range Running all over a track like Prefontaine Found the only constant is comp is not comparable Historically ive hated authority- wouldve shot constables Living proof that monstrous thoughts is demonstrable no response to the verses so they call em irresponsible But every line I write requires auditory focus Rappers running like they found they ain't the pop on Maury Povich They begging stop recording!  Oh shit! Mackin to the waitresses, forgot the whorey hostess Im yelling fuck yo couch like a coked out Rick James Standing in a smokehouse- spit flame Davante Adams on a post route- quick gains Master the swagger then I switch lanes U ain't nothing but a shit stain on your dead grandpas lingerie And I cam see his fashion sense runs in the family and i aint talkin bout the tears in that Chantilly But we expose u on the mic- you're clad scantily Hook: We out to ruin your career while grooming 2 beards See the Sulversmiths drop it on the 1 2 See flows ungodly and we blow them parties As the days go by we deduct crews Been doing this here for 32 years So ain't no need to ask me what I'm up to And if u know somebody who knows somebody And u ain't never hooked me up then fuck u

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Rap is a world where I build kingdoms with my friends. Multitudes Volume 1 represents my wanting to build as many kingdoms with as many friends as possible. 18 different tracks, 18 different producers. This is what excites me most about making music, WE GET TO MAKE THE RULES. This isn't a thematic journey, this is me getting beats from dope friends and listening to their work for guidance. I don't like to write and then find beats, I let the beats tell me what to write.

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released March 20, 2023

A WHOLE BUNCH OF DOPE FRIENDS PRODUCED IT
TaliRod engineered it
Erin Patton McFarren made the artwork
Chef Mike handled the graphic design wizardry

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