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Booster Shots

by Khemmeta

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1.
Stonehenge 03:55
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pass me a calendar, i’ll translate that to Stonehenge scratch the days off on the wall you can’t keep time with grown men my hourglass is every cloud with shadows floating i’m counting down the minutes to the second when we gon win a nanosecond from the instant when i go in no protective armor just the visage of the war’s win game face chiseled, i’m Achilles off the boat, pissed Kahless swinging blades through the deities throats, it’s no big deal with the real and never the real fictional still resisting genocide overtones from eviction notes still surviving Plymouth Rock villagers tryna douse our lives making moves that humans can’t replicate right cuz we outside of space and time, taking rhyme to the infinite pass San Cha that Sosa Cream if that’s what’s on her Xmas list meanwhile back inside the event horizon we militant planning how to retake San Zuckerburg for the misfit cliques my life insurance policy promises IT’s lifting bricks working round the clock on the Anti-Imploder Pyramid and i’ll collect my investment before i cease to live and i’ll cheat death by proliferating this speech, ya dig?! i got this! hand me an abacus a duct tape, a match and some wire with adequate pliers, 30 seconds, i’m apt to macguyver a hadron collider to attatch to the rims on your tires watch em spin until the black hole collapses your fire you can’t see me, your vision is what a bat be on only way you’ll catch me is if you can track the tachyons defiant class warship with cloak and a flux capacitor silenced sniper rifle’ll muzzle your wack ambassadors no more mics, i quantum teleport this info directly to your skull, infectious triggering your lymph nodes euthanize the leukocytes, of any crew that choose to fight viral insurrectionist, take fascists to they true demise lock and load, stop and go, there’s a lot to know but not a lot to slow my impossible plot to stop the globe with Operation Drop and Roll, extinguishing the flock of trolls tryna plunder all the crops and torch what they not control as for the rapture, i’ll catalyze Boehner’s citric tears sculpt a Christ statue for every dollar they print this year then have em march on the factories that distribute fear and flatten the dementors distributing ignorance in here i got this! metamari damacy, ain’t nobody can stop the flames i’m way beyond a prophet i’m gospel incarnate, boss of fate
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Money on the M.I.C. 02:16
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predator drones, shooting up a terrorist's home level the whole neighborhood, toast the flesh and the bones armchair warfare from a desk in your home mobilized assault command from a text in your phone wrecking ball your library if the target's a scholar collateral damage won't matter, 'less it's pardoned by allah so you can stop with the drama, or respond with a fatwa i'll still sell all my weapons to the cats with the dollars talking shabby battle armor so the casualties rise assault rifles and tanks, so if you happen to die more money in my pockets, cash for demise the free market is Heaven and my stock's on the rise lord of warriors, fuck it i'm selling more to ya hollow tip bullets sending soldiers to their glory or either that or holes in the ground, and i know how it sounds but it's worth it if the dough is profound SHOUTS OUT TO THE MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX!! HALLIBURTON I SEE YOU! BAE SYSTEMS, I SEE YOU, BAE! BLACKWATER MURKING EVERYBODY OUT THIS MUTHA FUCKA IN IRAQ GETTING RACKS ON RACKS DAMMIT! NORTHROP GRUMMAN GETTING FILTHY GWAP! GENERAL DYNAMICS STACKING THAT BLOOD MONEY!! BOEING AIR, I SEE YOU!! LOCKHEED MARTIN, TRYNA BUILD IN SYRIA, I SEE YOU! FOX NEWS PLACING BETS ON IRAN. I SEE YOU!!!! got seven continents gripped, privatized earth and the water tryna find new corners to conquer you sacrifice a pawn, he's king forever so we multiply the slaughter, we feed off martyrs war crimes defined to keep boots grounded keep troops surrounding your village so who's doubting? indoctrinate the natives, love us or get devoured if a silenced sniper rifle kills a rebel does he make a sound? we monopolize the carnage in your town if you're slow to comply you will not survive step one local mercenaries come for your sons step two, sending troops to your daughters with guns step three, wait, matter fact, yo don't hate when you've seen all five then humanity won't survive each one of y'all guys that says capitalism's still alive like y'all ain't in agreement with scIce I said it's dead, mother fucker!
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Little Pigs 02:57
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i got nowhere to go, this is my last choice i gotta clear my name, in a man's voice i publicize the charges, they'll say it's mad noise i'll punctuate these accusations with amassed toys heat... America Ferrera in the dessert Bushmasters, Remington rifles with suppressors i even got the arsenal to reach you in the air surface to air missiles if you're tryna get embarrassed i took this job to right the wrongs filter the devils from this angel city, fight the monsters to serve and protect, not oppress and abuse it's kinda obvious the disconnect affected a fuse so i'm correcting the noose, you used to hang my reputation if you're down to help the wicked check your neck 'cause death's awaiting if you're aiding my foes, catch a stray to your nose kill my body, but this battle's how i'm saving my soul all the little pigs in the white Crown Vics better dip dip dip, when i unload the clip all the little pigs in the white Crown Vics better dip dip dip, 'fore i come for my vengeance
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Tipsypocalypse featuring Burl I. and FU 02:51
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last half week, same shirt tryna get saved in the Maker's church chug the blood of Christ, gotta pray first full cup, i don't even know the flavor fuck a street light, Talladega race Meta Ferrell, Keith Reilly never chasing crepes that just happened. . . shake and bake! libations, no chasers, got mistakes to make drank sleep, wake bake, try more booze drank game champ, i don't lose drank pools fulla liquor, with my whole crew get ignorant tip strippers with IOUs tipsypocalypse, Red Stripe rapture lose your life if you mess with my Magners bartender i need a booster shot no last call, don't wanna know when the booze'll stop!
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D20s 03:12
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i still self-depricate in all my jokes, self-destruct in all my notes marksman aiming just a hair above disgracing all the folk using blood for ink for real, i leech myself for all i wrote think i might could perish still unnoticed under all the smoke when they say "where he went?" feel free to plead the fifth or mention me playing zero mission in a freezing temp no varia suit or hoodie on, just white tee and rip-it then the heater blew away the fuse, not like i needed it wasting thoughts imagining exactly how they'd speak of it discs of orphaned beats and wordy scripts; hella freaky flicks three computers running side by side, two were beat to shit me amid the chaos of a life of incompleted skits interludes a few acts short of stageplay comedy i writ tragic observations of a god trapped in a peon's shift and to be completely real mortality is bleak i feel the reaper's teeth surrounding while i bargain for a sweeter deal i'll tell you what i know though, no clue where i'll be around that four oh the key to happiness ain't just a metal pressed from more dough but when i find it, i'mma rob that safe until it's dangerous cuz life is temporary, if you're scared of death you don't know that that the realest always die, so kill me while i'm live forgive me for hibernating while that ice formed over my bones high top Walks, pan to the facial ice grill cold as ice caps on a glacier this is real time apocalypse twenty thousand leagues above y'all, no Nautilus launch myself from the top of the sky and show impostors what's the real meaning of dropping it live wore my feet down to stumps, on top of my grind can't no one tell me shit bout walking the line i'm hard of hearing when they talking them lies angel wings is censorship, but that ain't properly fly and that mean everything i see i speak, every time i breathe and if i'm silent then i'm suffocating, pass me the trees tryna get oxygenated before i pass out let me shine for a minute, til they blow that match out laugh loud while they killing you to sneak in their dreams resurrecting as a demon, you'll be feeding their screams night terrorists, hide in the mirrors, chanting your error list chain your feet with acrophobia, to keep you scared to lift TL;DR? then listen: meta gotta fly and if i fall, don't lose a step of swag cuz everybody dies you know? i know, you know, we know he knows, she knows, zhe knows but they don't, they don't they don't that the realest always die, so kill me while i'm live forgive me for hibernating while that ice formed over my bones that the realest always die, fuck a average life d20s show every number shy of nine on them recovery rolls
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Beetlejuice 03:36
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middle finger flood the faces of dissenters it's all Hip-Hop and games until somebody gets dismembered limbs tagged, embalmed, and left in the shed evidence of former challengers, living or dead let the living limp back to they camps with horror stories spreading the dread, wetting the bed, depressed and mourning if you ain't in my org don't even trip about what's up with me i try to be inclusive but mother fuckers is uppity spitting that crusty Chuck E. Cheese, Dave & Busters fuckery you musta known this wasn't a game, 'cause you can't bluff for free let's test your lucky streak with russian roulette 'cept every chamber is loaded inside that gun at your head only takes one and you're dead: click-click, BOOM! finished. spoiler alert: Sixth Sense, Bruce Willis ain't no one tryna hear you so you talk to yourself hovering in purgatory 'til you drop into hell i got a bulletproof flow, and your ammo is nerf if you really want a war i'll kick the ash out your urn call my fucking name three times like Beetlejuice hold your fucking breath, wait, find out what the beast will do Fredrick Douglass Kruger, nightmare of White AmeriKKKa write my way to freedom, light-bearer fire a flare at ya burning, an epistle to signal scIce isn't fair to bums call homeland security, i'm a microphone terrorist not a thug, and i don't pretend to be one i'm the type to cut your chest open so i can eat lungs i don't need a reason, my cooking's the bomb i'll split the atom on your block, if you look at me wrong you heard the hook on this song: keep my name out of that genital massager that you thought would be proper for rocking mics i got a rocket launcher that's locking in your demise use your carcass rot in my garden to fertilize Sciceberg Pimpin, English is in my stable i see you tryna trick so peel some bills from off that bankroll but if you try to rescue you could eat a clip of staples you can get filed for incineration today yo i got a bulletproof flow, and your ammo is nerf if you really want a war i'll kick the ash out your urn call my fucking name three times like Beetlejuice hold your fucking breath, wait, find out what the beast will do K-Matic, your team is straight batshit for letting you get ratchet with me, dangerous habit you're like a gig at Walmart, Target practice walking round alone in the City without an atlas if he catch you slipping, chloroform, now close your eyes Dolores Claiborne; when you wake out in the hideout it puts the lotion on its skin again or else i hold its mouth open, insert a pound of cinnamon like, "challenge accepted!" Livestream your death, then sell the rights to Netflix, whoever placed their bets on you is a loser that rooted for a jabroni and bet against the grimiest rhymer, the one and only Metamari, hazard to your survival keep the mouth gross, spitting poison at my rivals every word i write is nerve gas for you to breathe in hugs for believers, hellfire for the heathens.
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Thanksgiving 04:10
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this beat's like Thanksgiving feast with the fam mom's mac and cheese, turkey stuffing, candy yams little cousins running round, puppies yap in the back hold hands, praise the LORD for the bounty we bout to smash happy for the miracles nourishing soul and flesh Ryuichi's in the kitchen, compliments to the chef! peep the freshness and when i hit that long reset touchback to the Bay, returned from the midwest it was longer than expected, tryna banish stresses you welcomed me with open arms to the old nest I needed to take a breath, and you gave a few seconds to recollect my essence and reflect upon my blessings only question is. . . i'd like to give thanks, i woke with my breath to see another day, my cup's in excess food in my belly, and a path for my steps love in my heart for my art and my brethren to the fam that i was born to, the fam that i choose all of my crews, and especially you and to my black queen we celebrate everyday we're forever dancing like nobody's looking but the follow spot is hot enough binary stars in this system, shine with a lot of love inspired by your drive i'm tryna match your pace so you can pass me the baton after that phase of the race i aimed to be best, crash landed somewhere "nice" fell short of good like i was sprinting on ice i stumbled and i slipped, but you're steady with the grip and forgiving when i fail to keep my end of the trip so i double up my efforts, get familiar with directions so next time we hit that highway i'm watching for proper exits watch the evolution, leapfrog to prince you and i will share the globe, no documents... i'd like to give thanks, i woke with my breath to see another day, my cup's in excess food in my belly, and a path for my steps love in my heart for my art and my brethren the fam that i was born to, the fam that i choose all of my crews, and especially to you if u been waiting patiently, while i was slacking blatantly i'm 'fraid i frankly ain't got the language to thank you graciously for maintaining that faith in me even when i was breaking had the whole world awaiting my failure, and me hater-in-chief thanks to you i'm learning to retire that title and hear divine within these writings, i could scribe a new bible me and Jimi Swaggart have been rapping many hours full volume for believers, closed captioned for the cowards you can't shut us up, logorrhea superpowers enemy emcees'll inevitably get devoured BION NV, we hungry, to put it simply BION NV is feasting on the whole century

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Please, pull up your sleeve. You may feel a slight pinch. I am introducing a weakened form of the apocalypse into your bloodstream. You are now immune to the catastrophic destruction of the universe. . . for 23 minutes.

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released December 28, 2013

All lyrics written and performed by Khemmeta, except for Tipsypocalypse, written and performed by Khemmeta, Burl I and FU. All beats produced by onesevenonenine (Keith T Kubota) and Khemmeta except for bonus track, "Thanksgiving" produced by Ryuichi Koi.

All record sessions, studio engineering, and technical heavy lifting facilitated by onesevenonenine.

Cover art by onesevenonenine.

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Khemmeta San Francisco, California

Khemmeta's music strives to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves, or are shouted down when they do. His upcoming EP "When I Get To It" produced by Stephonathan (1/3 of both Pride City Purpose & Chedda Guap Boyz) is silly, nerdy, romantic, anti-nihilistic and defiant. He can't wait for you to get to it this [December]. ... more

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