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Hello World
04:56
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de-composting in the ocean
at the end of the world
headphones still knocking
either one of the Earls
whether Simmons or Stevens
dog the hustle’s eternal
how i move? ice cold.
what i spit is inferno
yo keep an eye on the climate
when i’m dropping the science
whatever popular lies is for sell
Scice isn’t buying
i’m just here tryna finance
a deconstruction of finance
and put Musk on a 1-way
rocket to Titan
keep caffeine on my system
these java scripts on the mic
and hear the double speak of snakes
because i’m fluent in python
my pen’s immutably defined
i really i write with a rifle
keep a HTM symbol code
describing my rivals
it goes me
ampersand G T semicolon you
have to laugh at weaklings
mentioning my crew
facts is facts, beefy ass
fibs are never true
Hello World! it’s Soul Hacker’s
partner, what it do?
the AI mascot
the mask off
no love for fash
1%ers or bad cops
redundant adjective sure
the bars i have to give?
pure B.A.Y.: that’s the acronym
meaning Better’n Alla Yours
i ain’t bragging it’s
objective observation
i don’t know which lies to tell
to try to placate any haters
so the real’s the only option
saucy soul: Jim Larkin
if you ask me if I’m dumbin down my
bars? not so often
i’m tryna plot on
repossessing the stocks of
these evil mother fuckers
pulling profit outta coffins
not morticians,
i’m talking bout the bosses
the extractors of our labor value
soon will be demolished
but today i’m just a cog
and still hiphoping on my downtime
out-rhyme every one of your favs
if you doubt my
ethic check my metrics
i got studies, graphs, wild slides
for visual learners
an edutainer gotta lob wide
nets to catch the scholars
with the game i’m here to offer
turn ya quarters into dollars
put that prosper in your coffers
feel me the mutual aid is profit
greed just leads to losses
when the sickled hammers fall
turn that office to a carcass
it’s blac bloc upon the city of
Hip-Hop and broken glass is not of
concern to me, i yearn to be
relinquished from the furnace we
keep burning in to fuel the
fireplace of the murderous thieves
they’d rob our nurseries
to cop new yachts to curse the seas, the vermin!
it’s absurd that we
permit the scourge they currently
keep pushing with their lackeys
but they can’t survive our thirst for freedom’s
definitely kinda stubborn
i’m perpetually on some other
and you noobs’ll have to share
if you tryna call Hip-Hop your lover
i got ya paramour screaming
"more", metamour ("... Meta more!")
when i came in she was
waiting on the floor
hold her down for me
while i’m playing out on tour
we got coinciding interests
ain’t no fun to keep ‘em bored, ya know?
it takes a score of y’all
to stack to my high score
i been busting since a decade before
i dropped the YOR in days of yore
and metahumans waiting for
the day i rearrange the form
again, won’t be waiting long
exquisite plays a dozen doors
to open brand new worlds
you never dreamed you could step into
you’d need about a hundred lives
and multiple continues
to reside on the same side of
the Venn Diagram that Khem do
but i freely hand out keys
to try to get you in the venue
where you hear the gems the Royal Them do (me!)
and also them too (we!)
the Allied Intel Conglomerate
saturating your mental
tell a friend to tell a friend
the game is over drop the pencils!
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2. |
Feed the Block
03:17
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every friday
some san francisco comrades clique-up
at the quaker church to render
peanut butter sandwiches
with jelly, bag em up with
water socks and masks and little
hand sanitizers and
whatever else we have to give
first hit’s free
plus the second and the third
to each according to their need
from each ability to serve
9th and mission 8th and market
we encircle
the whole block until it’s not an empty
hand to be observed
it’s nothing to a boss
yet it’s something to a human being
(hmm), ain’t no freedom in this wringer
lest it’s you and me
doing what we can in this
community we choose to be
a part of not apart from
so the activism’s mutually
inclusive, who gets fed?
we ain’t feds
we don’t means test, that means yes
if he’s stressed
and self-medicating?
bread protein and preserves
and if you’re too loopy to speak
then we just sit it on the curb/
to the left to the right
outside of your tent
maybe even lend an ear
if you tryna vent
they say that money talks and money calls
our silence consent
to let us drown beneath the tides
that keep rising with rent/
that’s a status quo i
kinda resent
that’s why i find some friends to practice
non-compliance with the violence of sitting
off to the side as if i’d never wind up
lying on a bench
looking for a
life line i can grip
we feed the block
cuz we need to nosh
mutual aid is how we profit
and the greed is loss
de-key the locks
til our breathing stops
mutual aid is how we profit
and the greed is loss
we feed the block
cuz we need to nosh
mutual aid is how we profit
and the greed is loss
de-key the locks
til our breathing stops
mutual aid is how we profit.
plug in directly, action:
bags in hands;
blankets on bodies and humans in houses
don’t over-math the plan
eschew orgs and
sever the middle man’s
hundred little hula hoops of stalling
between comrades and
the mission to make life
just a bit more dignified,
a trip that ain’t so trippy
‘less you digging into psilocybin
give a try at being
present in your village
give the medicine to patients
so that maybe just their sickness dies
the current meta of the capitalist:
murk or be murked
the current meta of their captives:
pretend that it works
aristocratic inbreeding
makes a joke of a search
for qualified leaders
that won’t hurry our end on this earth
let’s plan habits
that ain’t only extending the hurt
healing sounds like nonsense after
trauma’s been constant and fresh
open minds make hope and life
possible, not just cake or death
every loving heart is a
guillotine into Mammon’s neck
life’s not unfair
you’re thinking of the 1%
you’re thinking of the government
you’re thinking of the fucking pigs
you’re thinking of the artificial struggles
you been stuck within cuz
kleptocrats are cutthroat
and they hoarding all the stuff that living
people need so if we wanna
change the world and buck the trend
we gotta learn to hate seeing our
neighbors starve, and love to give
each other what we lack from the
reserves we think will blunt the risks
of life in a society
designed to feed our lunch to big austerity!
we feed the block
cuz we need to nosh
mutual aid is how we profit
and the greed is loss
de-key the locks
til our breathing stops
mutual aid is how we profit
and the greed is loss
we feed the block
cuz we need to nosh
mutual aid is how we profit
and the greed is loss
de-key the locks
til our breathing stops
mutual aid is how we profit
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3. |
Jason Kidd
03:21
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he flirt like he
reciting a design doc
let the code, self-compose
every line
talk goddesses right into the parlor
size of a mime box
both surprised and delighted
to be entwined
caught in a web,
of freedom when he not in his head
but that don’t ever really happen
‘less he’s dropped on his head
so it’s fake it til he’s manifested
habits for attracting
comely comrades that is down for
romance and directed action
tryna resurrect
the man Soul Hacker rose in love with
however much of his essence
the world is stuck with
reframe his blessings remaining
speak in abundance
when he got the lyrics internalized
he the one
if he don’t he might get
locked in his stress, have him at a
loss for words, and a
loss for his breath… asthmatic
he run slow
if you really tryna chase him
he perpetually
Kidding, like Jason
always wondered why you
felt like misbehaving
who the zookeeper to
get that monkey tamed quick?
(what?!)
i’m just Kidding like Jason
(oh)
unless you gon do it!
we can open new worlds
when we link
change the meaning of everything
you think you know in a blink
if you alone and seeking
someone to bone
or maybe someone to hold
then come up outta the cold
rolling back to back
natural 20s
post grads lining up
to fog the glass of his Zennis
when he spoon em, they feel safer than
the eggs in a nunnery
when he fork it’s such a force
they wanna run him they money
if it’s too hot for the cuddles
he’ll go back to his losses
wrap up in a memory
of an immaculate goddess
until a mortal gets a handle on her
mantle and her dance moves
to try to conjure energy
that’s like a romance, do
she play as if she safe although
she knows the man is dangerous
know where his sharp edges
and his pit falls and his angles is
he try to keep ‘em daggers in their
scabbards til the anger fits
never wanna scare off any
damsel that could take his misery
pain could get him
locked in his stress, have him at a
loss for words, and a
loss for his breath….asthmatic
he run slow, if you really tryna chase him
he perpetually Kidding, like Jason
always wondered why you
felt like misbehaving
who the zookeeper to
get that monkey tamed quick?
(what?!)
i’m just Kidding like Jason
(oh)
unless you gon do it!
we can open new worlds
when we link
change the meaning of everything
you think you know in a blink
if you alone and seeking
someone to bone
or maybe someone to hold
then come up outta the cold
you screaming single to the grave sis?
when right beside me might be
really be where your fate lives?
(what?)
i’m just Kidding like Jason
(oh.)
unless you gon do it!
we can open new worlds
when we link
change the meaning of everything
you think you know in a blink
if you alone and seeking
someone to bone
or maybe someone to hold
then come up outta the cold
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4. |
Drawing Breath
03:01
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ain’t a angle to make it better
i shoulda used my prayer hands to
strangle the paramedics
sent em to you to grovel for
failing to do their jobs
are they worthy of drawing breath if it
isn’t keep your heart
at a rhythm that keeps the stars in a
harmony, it’s hard to see
a reason to keep treating
tomorrows like non-atrocities
i shoulda lost it and
heard the bell of a boxing ring
bashed in every skull til the
very second you’re brought to me
living thriving and smiling
why shouldn’t it work just like this?
how could this rickety shit be the
universe we’re confined in?
who in the fuck designed this?
point me at where to find them
i’ll nail them to wooden planks til their
very lungs can’t abide them!
least that’s the fee that i am
extracting to get you back
why shouldn’t the world dissolve into
ruin when you we lack?
guess i’mma rage at gods or else
doctors would have to choke at my
palms when i try to cope cuz my
goddess just ain’t supposed to die
goddesses ain’t supposed to die
goddesses ain’t supposed to die
i shoulda went catatonic
stapled my eyelids shut til you
wake me up with a sonnet
make me realize it all was a
nightmare to be forgotten
or maybe descend to silence and
simply wait for the darkness
ain’t a spark of the sun that can
evaporate these acid rain
clouds that replaced all the weather
after you passed away
i’ll accept this dimension
when you get back to me
otherwise rebuke this disaster
this ain’t the path that we
tapped into together, we
hacked into the network
fractions we were never
but as two we were better
and ask who could expect us to
patch through to the stress of this
fragmented society
and glue it correctly
for the first time properly
render this world a holy site
where everyone feels love that can
supplement all their broken sides
follow in your path but it’s
nonsense to pray and hope
post-apocalypse ain’t no coping my
goddess just ain’t supposed to die.
goddesses ain’t supposed to die.
goddesses ain’t supposed to die.
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Khemmeta:
me
ampersand GT semicolon you
mass demand BNV
scripts is overdue
add the band with me
yeah for real we seldom lose
calculate the danger, exponential
and your crew?
ampersand LT semicolon me
amp ya clan well
but it’s silly to believe
you can stack syllables
as ill as those Jimi and I
providing to this beat
don’t even try it
i’m too pretty to be singular
uniquely unremarkable
until i start remarking
on the farce of all us starving for
some greater grander market
and some arbitrary target goals
charts and graphs with markings
indicating proles as charring coal
standup from the gallows
tryna inspire mass escape with
women, men and thems and any
kin to liberation
i tend to instigate whenever my
pen’s kissing these pages
METAMARI DAMACY
always spittin that BAY shit
yaddadim-sayin
BION been on the mic
so stop playin
yaddadi-mean?
put a end to all other
lesser regimes
ya undafeel?
this grindage for ya mind
is just a banquet of a meal
designer trees and tees and
we stay fly
thought i told you
that we B.A.Y.
Jimi Swaggart:
he ain't, she ain't
comparing to me and my teammate
cremate beat breaks
turn to keepsakes
when we speak heat flakes
deep fakes the only cheap skates
that could replace
what BNV makes
got our star slapped
on the BART map
it's where our hearts' trapped
pushing up-and-comers
to the far back
deeper than a sarlac
living on a podium
giving em sodium
wishing that they cold as them
Bion!
did the rhyming they all high on
views gave em vertigo
spew from Mount Zion
Jimi
S-W-A-double G, art
your moment in the sun
just Bion being stars
your moment never comes
no matter who you are
and opponents never won
'less you are our mom
we on the throne this day
you should move on
Bion in the Golden State
you just LeBron!
yaddadim-sayin
BION been on the mic
so stop playin
yaddadi-mean?
put a end to all other
lesser regimes
ya undafeel?
this grindage for ya mind
is just a banquet of a meal
designer trees and tees and
we stay fly
thought i told you
that we B.A.Y.
Khemmeta:
address me as the Royal They
and never as a normal
exploring love to foil hate
has always been a core goal
the beat’s a coronation anthem
posh and very formal
rock ya sunday best and nod ya head
but cancel all decorum
wild the fuck out when you hear this
give me fearless, give me sordid
give me dancefloors that look like
the puritans should forge more torches
make the traffic on your drive to work
divorce from up out your lane
make commuters on your train
want just a portion of your insane, it goes
we,
ampersand GT semicolon I
ascend with my community
the limit ain’t the sky
steady making moves
ain’t no do without the try
and if i’m unfamiliar to you
then just recall that
Scice
ampersand number sixty one, semicolon Khem
searching for the fire
i control within my zen
tryna write raps that are
holy as the hymns
family in my set
from now on only holding wins!
yaddadim-sayin
BION been on the mic
so stop playin
yaddadi-mean?
put a end to all other
lesser regimes
ya undafeel?
this grindage for ya mind
is just a banquet of a meal
designer trees and tees and
we stay fly
thought i told you
that we B.A.Y.
me
ampersand GT semicolon you
ampersand LT semicolon me
ampersand GT semicolon you
ampersand LT semicolon me
ampersand GT semicolon you
ampersand LT semicolon me
ampersand GT semicolon you
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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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