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Shine Factory: The Sugar and Scice Mixtape

by Khemmeta

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Love Me Like 03:29
you're not like them you're like me we’re both not like anybody else and yeah it sucks but i’ve got you and you’ve got me so stop leaving me out you're not like them you're like me we’re both not like anybody else and yeah it sucks but i’ve got you and you’ve got me so stop leaving me out might be my last good beat surrounded myself with talent but i'm fast asleep i am not up to par in this bazaar of the miraculous practice makes perfect, my practice is far from maximum perpetually packing and unpacking this life that i'm living and the mind that it lives in the tide that i swim, like a sea captain thrown overboard and other hyperbolic jargon from the tip of my sword it's Scice, (AI? gold crown?) alla that Soul Hacker's partner, Gael's uncle, i'm the spawn of rap music, Star Trek, Megaman and Final Fantasies and my life is a story as convoluted as any random JRPGs, the way our breathing's contained to an era and our days are fleeting we quest for meaning, but they say the destination is the journey, and the prize is being dumb enough for learning how to love me like, love me like, love me love me like, love me like, love like you. love like only you. love like, love me like, love me like, love me love me like, love me like, love like you. love like only you. love like. i chewed through my cocoon it feels like a decade since i put on my shoes and i still work a job that was post to be a short break until my real career arrives and passes me the torch flame do you know the feel? like every practical moment will make a joke of real plans, til you’re frozen still fear of falling’s overkill for keeping you down can’t fly if you’re scared to take your feet off the ground ask bastian, dreams die, empires fall the world won’t wait forever while you’re making the call you only get so many chances, where the music match the dance put the rhythm in your pants like you’re afraid of the wall forget reality it’s treacherous, never ending, desolate join my revolution i’m formulating an exodus destination real love, learned it from my besties I’m just tryna study lessons 'fore i get to these tests on how to love me like, love me like, love me love me like, love me like, love like you. love like only you. love like, love me like, love me like, love me love me like, love me like, love like you. love like only you. love like. if i could see inside of your heart when you keep cheering for me while i miss every dart i could part seas, jog across oceans, clouds i would float in or look upon a puddle’s face with pleasant emotions i could even learn hope and, maybe lower the bridge over the moat and even leave the screen door open i used to keep it closed, shields up hide the feels but them's the wheels on the bus, let em roll and try to deal like a D&D natural 20 when i journey with my fellowship we mass in the city, looking for laughs we got plenty to not be sad about, all of our visions is standing out masterpiece per minute percentage is in the ninety thousands i used to think i’d never belong but that’s also known as freedom, this was never a song it’s a beacon for the lost to find whatever they want or learn to love existence with whatever they got
2.
change is the singular constant it still outmaneuvers me often i talk out my plots and i order my walking and usually i still end up lost in the forests and jungles and back streets emerge with a coating of grass leaves so small when I'm wandering, it feels like I'm trapped in the Garden i'm frozen and antsy everyone staying will alter my face and then everyone leaving still alters my face and collections of faces affect every phase of me burning like brick or shattering like vases and yes at the same time my presence or absence affects all around me, cascading reactions a butterfly wing's interactive effects from displacing atoms of breath i keep my eyes open to watch for the tide the water can take away what it provides so maybe i hide from the moon in the day but its reach can still amplify moods of the waves so full steam ahead no distractions i'm finally chasing my passions redrawing the map checking for fallen branches i'm walking the road til the path ends. Everything's changing. Everything's changing. Everything's changing. Everything changes. Everything. and when i see no change, wake up in the morning and i ask if the goal i'm reaching for is simply North of my grasp gotta try again and try again and try another time if the verse don't fit the beat it's time to write some other rhyme otherwise, who could hear all that's crossing through your ears right now cool your fears i'll always be here until I'm not, but I'll still be somewhere in the ether mass conservation ask a teacher or preacher update your software i promise it's safe you will still be you with additional data just a little less same and a little more new forward growth can only make you a little more you can't we have a little bit of change? altogether like a choir, each contributes to the range and i i i don't don't wanna be a pain but if you're still apathetic to human angst i will change your mind, if I can open minds get fed ideas like protagonists surviving the threats of a treacherous odyssey every night is a test a new challenge that examines who is right for the quest why's it always a quest it's a magical destiny you all want the chest with the massivest treasure the MacGuffin that's a bundle of your sadness and stress getting bested by the plans pursued sans any rest and I have to confess i been Ahab on the deck tryna harpoon these Cthulus like the last of a sect with my flag held high i will plant my life on this mission from the Diamonds til I cannot fight then i'll shed a million tears til i cannot cry i'll never know without attempting so i have to try
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when the world breaks down, am i to blame? prayer dance, brings drought, when i try for rain silver, lines is hazy, i’m tryna reframe paranoid, false flags, inside my brain with a never ending rush of the prosecutions witnesses circling my wagon like vultures desperate to rip my skin charting all my errors with vicious nuanced analysis slow-mo replays showing me failing the easy challenges i’m bad at this life thing, pass on the right dreams glad i can write reams, of rap on a tight beat despite me, some of these tracks are known to delight peeps i make magic of thoughts i thought were unsightly i make prom queens outta Carrie Whites steal the shovels of shaders that bury light make bullies think twice, with the power of mind show the people right from wrong, via hours of rhyme i know i’m losing time when i obsess on the small but the stress will make a mess of all my efforts for calm if only i could get a (moment to think) on gravity and levitation just a (moment to think) that’s what i need while i try to determine urgency, paralyzed by uncertainties half a billion butterflies swarming into eternity i think i need a (moment to think) that’s all i promise i just really need a (moment to think) flexibility check, i roll a critical fail tearing tendons that wasn’t even involved as i flail distrust my motions’ motives, this shell is not my friend so many frozen moments, wherein your soul upends course correct, of course, in darkness light the torch in winter light is warmth, the bill for light is more (PG&E, that costs something!) than what you budgeted margins aren’t even budging and tryna rub two nickles together to make a bunch of tens the math is bad, the words is off try to balance awkward silence with nervous talk brain playing catch up, with what you heard and saw you wanna dodge that path that it hurts to walk but the curb is often, the work you’re locked in can’t run and hide from the tide you’re clocked in big deep breaths, your mind’s the cockpit taxi til you takeoff ready, blastoff, mach ten i know i’m losing time when i obsess on the small but the stress will make a mess of all my efforts for calm if only i could get a (moment to think) on gravity and levitation just a (moment to think) that’s what i need while i try to determine urgency, paralyzed by uncertainties half a billion butterflies swarming into eternity i think i need a (moment to think) that’s all i promise i just really need a (moment to think) here comes a thought, that’s quite alarming something i did, that wasn’t charming when i’m tryna help, i’m steady harming missteps grow wings, and now they’re swarming forming in the shape of the path of fate stretched out to infinity, precious little serenity seconds reflect in memory as bigger than years when nothing’s clear i need a (moment to think) breathe in, breathe out let that busy heart rate creep down see dreams, see doubts these things won’t bring me down listen, you’re still here, i’m still here i’m still here not defined by fear not defined by fear, healthy eyes see tears to help the mind get clear as it tries to steer i know i’m losing time when i obsess on the small but the stress will make a mess of all my efforts for calm if only i could get a (moment to think) on gravity and levitation just a (moment to think) that’s what i need while i try to determine urgency, paralyzed by uncertainties half a billion butterflies swarming into eternity i think i need a (moment to think) that’s all i promise i just really need a (moment to think)
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look Catra: you don't get to flip the off switch on the world, then expect us to act like nothing happened, you still gotta answer for your crimes we've lost too many comrades to your blight you will have to show remorse and understanding before demanding some unconditional compassion you want a bystander's interaction but your actions are wrapped in the slacks and the jacket of hostile combatants contact made with foes, no comfort or aid no negotiations, with folk that want us graved i reached across the aisle and learnt only that from ****** neocon neolibs want us all enslaved, listen someone on the crew's chipped, white is the imposter caping for the fascist horde might just get ya Frosta'd bop bop bop and you probably earned a lot more all that profit hogging got oxygen tanked in locked stores breaking glass is the blatantly correct move life is not some luxury you just get to abuse, fool your behavior's symptomatic of disease too hate's terminal, and we may need to quarantine you if you don't show signs of recovery you'll have to chill in the airlock for another week equity above your order let our justice smother peace love is a sword that can hush the beasts
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You picked your person commence to flirting You kick it once or twice They like your way with words and You write a poem for them And next you're writing verses You fill the song with the emotions still emerging They dig your melody your power-level's surging You'd go to war with them leave all opponents hurting You pledge your life to them decide that that's your purpose They swear the same for you looks like the future's certain The world still turns as you examine everyday Put in work for understanding Or you can't communicate And if you can't connect the light you pairing's slowly gonna fade And then when pressure hits the fracture someone's told to go away and the world still spins even when you don't get outta bed talk to friends and do your thing and try to get outta your head it feel's like it's all over but, sober your dread life was never just this season grief's a moment that wrecks when your choices fade sometimes the noise is great don't trust a voice that say that (It's over!) we've seen more rosy days the sky's been total gray so long we hope and pray that (It's over!) you've done the thing to do so now it brings us to someone to sing the cue that (It's over!) cuz when you topped your grind and almost lost your mind i mean it's probably fine that (It's over!) we stand at the precipice. solid ground disintegrating next to us. final bosses making promises to wreck our stuff. the desperate lies of beaten despots are impotent fluff today there's cheering in the streets, delight and jubilation tomorrow till the fields and plant the seed of liberation water saplings and fasten em up to stakes when it's ready pick the fruit and start passing em onto plates who are you now in the world with that done? just another gardener, commander of action you fashion the future like clay to fit your passions just by taking step after step you make your path but that's just one of several possible harvests every time you reap an ending don't forget to sow a start the growing cycle's ongoing and when you play your chosen part you'll get to show your folk you've woven mark when your choices fade sometimes the noise is great don't trust a voice that say that (It's over!) we've seen more rosy days the sky's been total gray so long we hope and pray that (It's over!) you've done the thing to do so now it brings us to someone to sing the cue that (It's over!) cuz when you topped your grind and almost lost your mind i mean it's probably fine that (It's over!) This career's at an ending, and the days getting stale It's time to plot a course get a boat and set sail It's hella daunting what, learning a new skillset entails But it feels better than remaining where I feel like a shell Of all assumed aptitudes that's the doom of early peaking Am I bound for greater heights or should I settle where I'm breathing? Can I even find the time and cash to study and learn? Shopped around, made a plan, now to double my worth Radio silence, no check-ins, no parties or gettogethers Zen of Python is my mantra Doordashing finished forever Social isolation plays into my relevant quirks But those are skills I really need refined for searching for work and higher skills mean higher barriers for entry applications after fifty-levin months of this new language incubating while my mic watches all, Sauron's Eye on Mount Doom another finish line, starting line try a new move. when your choices fade sometimes the noise is great don't trust a voice that say that (It's over!) we've seen more rosy days the sky's been total gray so long we hope and pray that (It's over!) you've done the thing to do so now it brings us to someone to sing the cue that (It's over!) cuz when you topped your grind and almost lost your mind i mean it's probably fine that (It's over!)

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In 2020 I made a promise to myself that I would put out 12 EPs. This is number ten. The big one oh!

This project exists in tribute to the work of Rebecca Sugar, and the crew behind her shows Steven Universe, and Steven Universe Future. If our world could begin to be half of what her show's protagonist thinks of it, it really would be an amazing place, right?

This project is intended to be free. But, if you're already getting your wallet out, I'd love for you to consider making a donation to National Bail Out. You can find out more about them here: www.nationalbailout.org

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released December 4, 2020

All raps written and performed by Khemmeta.
All beats by Khemmeta.

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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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