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Thanks, I'm Dope

from 102 Magnets by Sankofa

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    As I was getting ready to go to Detroit, I reached for my luggage and found this book bag inside of which were some of these. Instead of an obi strip, I had custom ribbon made and then I had my guy Wrecklords use a laser etcher to make some aluminum stickers which sealed the case shut. Inside are two CDs, $5,000 Flashlights with beats by Agent Orange and artwork from Greg Locke and 102 Magnets featuring artwork and production from J. Dankworth along with a holographic sticker.

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So go ahead and start to try
My rap is a carving knife leaving you carmelized
In your pair of karl kanis
You don’t want to spar with my spartacus rhymes
Leaving you trapped in some dark confines
Take some words, marking mine for a suitable goal
Unfurled from a scroll, beautiful for dudes to behold
Remove the control from the equation, you have none
And i’ll write the truth until about when Walter’s nap’s done
Lights camera action packed in a path of pathogen raps
Laughing at the wack, stacked on a marble slab in the back
Sitting back, inhabit the track,until my voice finds the right spots
Comfy and cozy, provider of fly thoughts
Why not, go on a stroll and discover what appears
Maybe something here of this can find about a hundred ears
That’d be dope, kind of gramaticly magical plus
Making me emphatically stoked, crushing data to dust
Stamina, adding it up to make the abacus click
The pattern is plush plus miraculous scripts
Are what I write and the mic is my klaxon
I even know a kid by the name of Zaxxon

Thanks, I’m dope. Yep, you’re right
Me on stage, what an unexpected sight
I work hard at this and I’m glad that you’re here
Now you found some hidden treasure with the whitest beard

I suspend poetic licenses in carbonite
Phonemic menace with the medicine to spark insight
It’s hard to find sufficient chunks of life to do it all
So i fit it in when possible, and drop in with a groove to thrall
You can call me by my given name when I don’t rap
And that’s most of the time I’m around, oh snap
I know a dude named Kovax who’s so dope that it inspires me
To try a little harder to get a bit better with rhyming sprees
Honestly, I can’t compete with it, but the dude’s dope
So respect due to the karate chopping hair Cousteau
To and fro you can sway to the tracks when I’m playing the Rail
And shake my hand after the set, maybe tell me a tale
Stories are fascinating, I’d rather hear yours though
Plus my voice is probably shot like death metal, but moreso
Maybe I can tap my mason jar in morse code
So you saw Kevin Sorbo at the record store bro...tell me more

Welcome to the braggadojo, got more belts than Adrian Peterson’s kid
But I don’t cosign all the meanness he did
Indeed, my treatise is treating people to speak on their feelings and live
No bulimia skits, believe me life is full enough of all its challenges
And even a paladin with pals is only so talented
I’m prowling in a fountain for Scrooge McDuck’s lucky dime
maybe it’s my pair of shoes I can’t quite find
We each have our riches and superstitious itches
With urges for more when the need is fictitious
Arthur’s going to have the illest kicks in existence
When his feet are big enough to fit within the slickness
Only a matter of time, little giant grows fast
Maybe he can join me, running on the Towpath
Fort Wayne Trails are the dopeness, man you know that
And if not, get on out there, get your own facts
This is where Rhymefest would probably say mopad
Just ask my bro Kash if you doubt the flow math
And that’s Kashal-Tee from Bice Corve
Bitten twice by Eminem, but never shy in a mic war, my Lord

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from 102 Magnets, released June 10, 2019

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