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Revolutions Revelations

by Khemmeta

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Flip the Table 02:31
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Ain't no party like a Holy Ghost Party cuz a Holy Ghost Party don't stop! Ain't no party like a Holy Ghost Party cuz a Holy Ghost Party don't stop! The party don’t stop til the end of time Even if we hit the end of wine Fetch me a waterjug; all of our glasses These libations eternally lasting Verily I say unto everybody here Awesome lives, great job humanity, nice clear GGWP, to all my peeps that match the meter But something seems different with one of you, tell me, Peter Who's mans is this? Dressed in foul stenches, acting like he never hasn't been the center of attention Oh, you left your good cloaks behind? Your jewels wore it down so you chose to arrive without? Let me guess, you kept it all at the house? A mansion, two dozen bedrooms, twice that number of couches? That was in the mortal realm, where you chased em cashews You ain't got no pass in my kingdom, don’t make me have to Flip the table on you like, “Get OUT of my Father’s house!” Flip the table on you like, “Get OUT of my Father’s house!” I'm finna flip the table on you like, “Get OUT of my Father’s house!” The eye of the needle was a warning not a challenge I’mma Flip the table on you like, “Get OUT of my Father’s house!” Flip the table on you like, “Get OUT of my Father’s house!” Dont make me flip the table on you like, “Get OUT of my Father’s house!” if Mammon made a place for you, you PAID your reservation get to STEPPIN! You might be more comfortable with your things Outside, in the breeze with the gnashing of teeth You feasted much below don't even ask of my feast Our bathrooms ain't equipped to keep your caliber stink Ain't it easy to see? your presence wrecks the décor When your whole entire aura is a deafening roar Oh! Who am I to judge your messy du jour? Oh. You didn't realize that you met me before? I was cold and hungry, you shared only rebukes I was wearing sandals, you blathered bout bootstraps Now you at my castle with your hands in my face Like you think I wouldn't notice if they passed you a plate? Gabriel and Michael here will escort you to the gates And don't you even think of sneaking a baggie of party favors They might got something for you down at the lake Or you could try at least to rinse the stench of greed off your face before I Flip the table on you like, “Get OUT of my Father’s house!” Flip the table on you like, “Get OUT of my Father’s house!” I'm finna flip the table on you like, “Get OUT of my Father’s house!” The eye of the needle was a warning not a challenge I’mma Flip the table on you like, “Get OUT of my Father’s house!” Flip the table on you like, “Get OUT of my Father’s house!” Dont make me flip the table on you like, “Get OUT of my Father’s house!” if Mammon made a place for you, you PAID your reservation get to STEPPIN!
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Crusaders 03:06
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Heretics at soup kitchens; bowls and the ladles Christians casting votes for Hell because they hate all their neighbors Like, "I'm praying for you", demonic lies in sheep's wool Wouldn’t give a starving orphan a portion of beef stew Even if Christ was watching, As he sees every ballot, "How you just gon lick boots In front of my salad?" How you gon kick your offspring Out in the streets Because you disapprove of who they choose to Meet in the sheets Feasting on leaves; fruit of the Tree of bigotries Real original sin you wanna give it to your seeds Got em acting like weeds In the Garden of Eden Blocking all your own blessings Playing the role of the heathens. What even? Who are you crusading against? Who are you crusading against? Who the fuck are you crusading against? Collection plate got half a million to distribute to Kyle He just put two neighbors under the ground His glorious leader just gassed an orderly crowd Right outside the Father's House with the book of his mouthpieces He holds it like it burns, it probably does He should really try to read it, but that's probably tough And his mindless followers will never call on his bluff Cuz literacy is for blasphemers and all knowledge is smut Not surprising, This is how a cult works. Bandwagon doesn’t make it not a cult first. Body count higher tells me that your cult’s worse. If you think a billionaire’s a Christian? That’s a cult sir. You got a gun, committed the face of that baby killing doctor you’ve committed to waste. Got his schedule and location and you’ll get in his face you’ll be hailed as a hero he’ll be dipped in a grave You got a gun and your superiors orders it's kill or die here outside of your borders and you still surprised at the rage of your cohort cartoonishly hateful dipping bullets in pork Not surprising, this is how a cult works. Bandwagon doesn’t make it not a cult first. Body count higher tells me that your cult’s worse. If you think a billionaire’s a Christian? That’s a cult sir! Who are you crusading against? Who are you crusading against? Who the fuck are you crusading against?
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Roe Your Boat 03:20
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He was just a demon with a pitchfork and a dream To corrupt a whole religion til it fit in his schemes Paul Weyrich saw Dr. King pursuing his dream While Goldwater fought for businessmen to pocket more cheese, and said, "What if God was on the side of the bosses? And his Holy Dominion could could counteract Lyndon Johnson and Roosevelt’s mild accomplishments at tending this flock and make the White House like a throne wherein a man like a god sits?" Maybe secular knowledge just might ignite their wrath "They say you came from a monkey and not divine wax! Then they won’t let your children pray inside their science class Sexual depravity’s running rampant and rising fast!" Not a bite at his baits at first But Mammon’s servants are tireless ain’t no breaks at work So he hammered for a decade tryna break the church Til he found the collared profiteers of racial hurt, it goes Row your boats Til the plot holes sink it and it no longer floats Then you'll wade in the water All day in the water While the charlatans repeal the safety Measures for the water The water's troubled There's trouble on the land And there's trouble in the air That you breathe, issa scam You've forsaken all your neighbors While your God throws up his hands Condemn the outsiders And your own soul's damned. Activist judges love softening up your steeples, huh? "Separate but equal ain't really equal", huh? Your lil private schools is running into legal stuff Feds wanna darken your student body with negroes huh? And that's not what the parents pay tuition for Public school’s free, diversity is not your mission You're a charitable organization (at least for white kids) Now DC elites say that definition ain't quite it So Uncle Sam is out here blocking your blessings it seems Mr. Weyrich has a plan to to recapture your green His friend Mammon oh you're already buddies? indeed! This next part will be pleasant and lovely, a breeze Your whole SOUL and the SOULS of your FLOCKS For the chance to keep the feds from punching holes in your stocks In 50 years after we take control the globe will be hot Then you can truthfully preach hellfire you know that we're shot For now. . . Row your boats Til the plot holes sink it and it no longer floats Then you'll wade in the water All day in the water While the charlatans repeal the safety Measures for the water The water's troubled There's trouble on the land And there's trouble in the air That you breathe, issa scam You've forsaken all your neighbors While your God throws up his hands Condemn the outsiders And your own soul's damned. Now the warriors assemble, they line up to pray Reagan tells his Christian soldiers that it's "time to crusade" They at war with abortion, cuz God rebuked it in, eh…? I couldn't find that verse or chapter, but I'm sure it's a thing Jerry Falwell wouldn't LIE, right?! Weyrich’s legion of demons all solid guys right? Engaged in money making exploits with Christ’s tithes Corrupting church and the government with their White lies Heal thyself! Still too busy tryna rebuild thy wealth When that day or hour comes you will reveal thyselfishness And the LORD sees all, every doom you've dealt Repent today and find the mercy John Newton felt The modern church’s greatest enemy and probable bane Was all of your projected hellfire and faucets of hate, targeted gays with rabid apathy and dawdled on AIDS ain't gon be no ambiguity when God throws you plagues. Beware.
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Precipice 02:56
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We stand at the precipice Solid ground disintegrating next to us Final bosses making promises to wreck our stuff Just another small step before the quest is done The stretch across seems even longer in the wretched sun Perilous the path, several obstacles still yet to come Serpent's temptations a bluff and a misdirection All these things he cannot deliver, except oblivion And we don't need Mammon for that We've gathered the maps, to lead us outta his traps He's camouflaged his slimy tentacles as gravity's grasp But the light of day reveals deceptions shrouded with masks Let the lies burn like meteorites inside a star’s corona Hard light of the truth is a bridge of sturdy stonework Our destinies await us ahead Go to, experience shall be the breaker of dread. Yea, though i’ve come to the precipice I'm here to offer all that i got left to give All i got left is this direction Every stone that lies behind is now a lesson Yea, though i’ve come to the precipice I'm here to offer all that i got left to give All i got left is this direction Every stone that lies behind is now a lesson I wish I was a true believer with an ear more attuned To God's commands, the spirits' whispers or the ancestors' truths But right and wrong to me is clearer than the sphere of the moon And even when the shape evolves i try to mirror that too And i try and i fall short Out here tryna build brand outta high horses Cuz more often than not, i'm too frightened to intervene When the enemy's disguised as conventional wisdom deemed Undeniable but i gotta deny the pecking order that gives some extra equality and others extra orders Every difference ends up sharpied upon us like mini-borders So enforcers can start building barriers to keep us sorted I think it's sordid they'd have us drawn and quartered for trespassing on the very same soil that we were born in But we've mourned enough it's time at last to take a breath and just spread our wings and capture salvation beyond the precipice Yea, though i’ve come to the precipice I'm here to offer all that i got left to give All i got left is this direction Every stone that lies behind is now a lesson Yea, though i’ve come to the precipice I'm here to offer all that i got left to give All i got left is this direction Every stone that lies behind is now a lesson

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I'm planning to do 12 EPs this year. This is the 7th EP in the set.

This project is about the disconnect between the expectation that religion should lead to morality, and the observation that it often does just the opposite, on a large and even apocalyptically obvious scale.

Be brave, stay safe, love yourselves and your neighbors.

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released November 3, 2020

All lyrics written, recorded and performed by Khemmeta.
All beats produced by Keith Kubota.

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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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