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Music with Friends 4

by Sankofa

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1.
Invisible Guns (free) 03:22
I might just hit fast with a thunderous blast Leaving the weak cats slack jawed tumbling back We don’t need wack rap cause the radio already plays it Too many base it on a fantasy amazement gullible audiences, even saw the same flicks And yet claim that every lie you state is sacred Is that your CD skipping or the actual song? the art of repetition has a tactical bond Now it’s stuck inside your brain with a brand new dance move The apocalyptic Macarena for zombies who can’t lose youtube tutorials can show you how to be down, and seem clowning yourself and for now It’s the stuff, extra tough with a hip accessory So listen and solicit messily, don’t miss your destiny This can be your chance to do the chicken dance part two Or be Karl Rove clown and start new You see My music I use it Like nooses Slide soothing Knife usage Life lucid Might lose an eye…do the math bruising fights through device superfly human stacks chubacabra cremator data chewed in half Analyze the pantomimes that phantom minds have hand designed The kid who can’t handle his mind not a fan of mine A man amongst a clan of chumps who stand at once and ramble fronts Abandon guns and chant the one stanza from an anvil tongue Blacksmith of rap, gifted trapping the last living Halving your mast with a masterful blast vivid ass whippin’ tactician, cats frigid act different After the math hits them, crashing your track wicked Tactic arachnid impacting your last breath Must be have been three years back that you last slept cut a rug with a shutterbug known to gutter sludge as the man deluxe plus tough tusks command the plan to expand, handling scams San ambles and aims to cram scandelous frame to fanciful fans rapunzel cornrows, leaving damsels aflame I've done the war roads, driving them all insane might have mauled your brain, tearing out the cortex another new jack rapper stepping up with more threats the bug zapper slash Frank Zappa, tank tackler random ammunition in the barrel, rank grappler tranq tacular, cancker sore inside your stankin' mouth hacking the mainframe and drain your bragged out bank acocunt taking it down notches, not just taping down hostages I'm overtaking buildings make the willing my accomplices sympathatic Stockholm pimp the wreckage syndrome incidental wince slow, a winch is at your window incidents with kin folk, hair trigger monoxidil cannot compel a wretch to dwell beholden to colossal ill new element compelling Cruella DeVille to build empires inspire pyromaniacs to invent dense fire WHAT Watch out for the photoshoot when I’m holding an invisible gun at the camera! This is how it This is how it This is how it was And it’s never going to be the same again cuz
2.
Piece of Paper (free) 03:27
the piece of paper this song was written on is gone
3.
Sankofa-RhymeWise coming with the line drives Thunderous you wonder if abundance is a by line Got them all confused, dialing out one nine nine 3000 cracks on your raps with a Sci Fi WiseRhyme KofaSan, get smacked with an open hand Focus man, you’re broke in half it’s natural to choke and gasp Open past the levels of the leak when the kids speak Don’t wonder why your fans fall asleep cause you spit weak It’s mystique with a bit of chloroform dosage Rip beats the minotaurs are grinning it’s ferocious Hook jabs, handing out a random bout of whoop ass Make like a shook speed reader and book fast Took that, increased it, keep up or at least get Hip to the rhythm that we spilling in the speech fest We next to kill them with the villainous completeness Defeat this, don’t start. Play it smart, just retreat, yes. We're the rapping force spitting it back and forth minimum clap for more did it impact the Fort? did it impact the Fort! blitz and then bash in war rip it in half for form kicking a classic storm We detect the wackness hiding inside of your chest Attack quick rewind and find that it’s violent, a mess And vets denying the freshness got a case of sandy vaginitis Sure you’re right it’s suitable to say your highness No surprises, sort of like your brain colliding with a brick wall It’s a pitfall to try and fight us We spit raw, here to rip y’all the rime providers No gift stalling or rip brawling, we’ve got the minds of Midas Don’t try to divide us, we’re catching a cab from Cappadonna because he’s broke and lonely Dope, you’re just an mopey okey doke jabroni Hold it homey, slow down we’re confusing them, right? It’s common place to lose pace when we abusing the mic Taking a hike to Jerusalem like the ravenous Rabbi, having a bad day Hands splayed in a what alias do I use now for a band aid? Man wait, mandates, hands high for the candidate These clowns is gatorbait, panty weights can’t even stand straight We're the rapping force spitting it back and forth minimum clap for more did it impact the Fort? did it impact the Fort! blitz and then bash in war rip it in half for form kicking a classic storm
4.
Silly Sadists (free) 04:18
Ever been flummoxed to the point that you don’t try? And the message you can summon is an “oh my” Yeah that’s a stuck pig and it won’t fly Maybe you can pretty up the picture with a bow tie Saying “oh yes, she will mine” Filthy mind face fine with the ill behind Front yep, pretty much a milk me sign Next to step gets a kill me line, and that’s fine Cause it’s my wife that you’re trying to step to Never could I own her, but your game is see through Let’s do a little review on the rebuke You’re knee deep and digging a bigger hole than he knew And he had construction equipment, man it must have been different wingman standing tough in the mission So when she goes out I’m not concerned in the least By the time she’s heading home I’m probably asleep Maybe snoring, catching an elbow to sleep on my side Dreaming of reason and rime with the means to collide I mean sometimes I sing songs or rap in my sleep And she understands but that doesn’t mean that she’s a fan Ever been flummoxed to the point that you don’t try? And the message you can summon is an “oh my” Yeah that’s a stuck pig and it won’t fly Maybe you can pretty up the picture with a bow tie Cause there’s no mic and no bar, no crowd to go Gwar Knowing us If there is, best believe she’s going nuts So open up your treasure trove and trot your best lines out Hoping at the end at the end of the night, she’s going to lie down And you would happen to be next to her But it’s back to the scene and you’re less assured Shirts rocking pit stains like Jolie’s sheets Then comes the look of doom and holy BLEEP Wishing you were back in your momma’s womb and never got born Or busting out the descrambler and clocking soft porn shouts to Emanuelle and Skinemax from way back But that’s the old days and 8th grade contained that if that’s your best effort, fine man If you push her don’t think you won’t feel my wife’s hand Word to Zambucas, New Year drunken idiots Nothing harder than sitting down and letting her chump lasciviousness But hey, that’s just the way that she is More than handling her own fully able to live Ever been flummoxed to the point that you don’t try? And the message you can summon is an “oh my” Yeah that’s a stuck pig and it won’t fly Maybe you can pretty up the picture with a bow tie Strong willed and you don’t want to get on her bad side But you’re heading there quick after that last line Fast like the blood rushing into your cheeks So I sit back and watch it, grin and repeat Minimum you’ve been in a bleak land where fool’s good reigned You’re now a square peg Cobain on Soul Train So consider this a note to the next one There’s not a battle rap to examine how you’ll get done Bet the last cat had a lump inside his chest stung Crying to his mommy for a band aid And you’re going to respond tough, hiding the pain Maybe grab your sack and call her a slight of a name But your voice is going to crack when the word escapes And go so high it’s like it never heard of bass And I know why folks try because she’s beautiful The same way I know that she won’t, she’s unusual Making all the slick talking guys split knowing what she wants and guess what? I’m it Ever been flummoxed to the point that you don’t try? And the message you can summon is an “oh my” Yeah that’s a stuck pig and it won’t fly Maybe you can pretty up the picture with a bow tie You silly sadists came and got nothing but humiliated
5.
Birkencrocs 02:41
Birkencrocs Birken birken birkencrocs I’m Shel Silverstein by the way of Bill Danforth Looking like a man from a cancer ward And I just can’t support sedan slams of doors Abandon the Fort, why cause man San can scorch Leave with self esteem beatings, even pants are torn Leaving the birdies round your head dizzy in dancing storm Whimper limping home to catch up on Bambi porn So go ahead spit it in a fancy form Or go and find Jesus for a chance to be reborn Advancing, we will storm your palace gates in 3-D swarms So let your man be warned that I can rime my ass off Download my latest tracks when you’re finding a laptop obese America dot com supplying the rap stock And just for limited my free Eps are going to be half off Blasting off in an Aston Martin some kind of an astronaut Annoying voice Sebastian Bach, man it has to stop Forget a rap battle, your fragile boss is rocking Birkencrocs Earning lots working suburban blocks with purple turtle tops At a loss for words, perhaps a nerdy verbal hurdle herbal chirp a lot You need to chill Birkencrocs Birken birken birkencrocs Teeth? true way to trim your mustache No need to review, just proceed with such class Old spice, English Leather, maybe just a hint of Brut Blurry Polaroid for the hot new interview You’re raking in the dough, but for the Atkins heads You stay making the bacon and cashing checks With a trait that’s abrasive and half as fresh & when I speak my piece and say that’s BS, And any requests, respects and laughter, stress a mess disaster Wrecked, collect a fractured neck And next is half a threat So you’re the meter maid friend of Peter Pan’s who went and pee’d her pants This is downtime we don’t really need a beleaguered rants Hand shaking with a secret plan-making mandates Anticipate, I’m too old to say I can’t wait But then again, the building up to it will lead to disappointment Getting in my own greedy way, and it’s destroying crowd, man you couldn’t even draw flies With an etch a sketch connect and 20 mob ties Plus a Mogwai sculpture made out of lint balls So why do you treat rap like it’s going to be your windfall?
6.
Iowa to Indiana (free) 02:50
and i came from the pain, the same way the drums kick arranged with acclaim, so mayday succumb quick major with evasive maneuvers, thought through it on a heavy quest for pens leaking that raw sewage sitting in a mosque looted, lost to facade musical trips a lucid assist, you're choosing to miss and that's the name of this game here, remain weird with the same ears that hear things a little different I kid malevolent, the pied piper, pit and the pendulum no need for wings, the self imprisonment evident ripping and repping it, sick with consecutive raps infectious contagions in cages, intravenous hatred to cats facing the facts that there's not an ace in the stack erasing the track and starting from a flavorful scratch let the betamax slack for a minute send a war up in it dentist apprentice ornamented sort of morbid more than tremendous settle with sedatives, memory edited then we can make amended bits creative fetters switch sweater vests and anorexic Memorexes, tend to send the message tenth lieutenant intending to tear your tendons assunder from negative three to thirty mill, send in a number placenta benefits a nemesis, don't ever diss the thunder victims of prejudice set to settle with tense regiments far from benevolent, deading to win for their betterment Eureka! Edison calling 20 thousand leagues in need of medicine money where mouths lie, time to eat a Benjamin deny defeat, it's evident, you're minor league and feminine tonight, I'll reap the reverand so try to sleep and never win a vile creep in aisle three fourth wheel spins and squeaks bathing in the screams of the fallen, then I'll rinse in grief You’re flimsily constructed And this is Society of NIMH, so don’t interrupt kid We put it down from Iowa to Indiana Indiana to Iowa, What? Deny it is us you're left dying, lying in a violent puss plus frying in guts, so suck it up, yup We put it down from Iowa to Indiana Indiana to Iowa, What? Deny it is us you're left dying, lying in a violent puss plus frying in guts, so suck it up, yup

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released December 31, 2008

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