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The Current Meta

by Khemmeta

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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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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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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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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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B.A.Y. (feat. Jimi Swaggart) 04:23
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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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released January 20, 2023

All raps written and performed by Khemmeta, except for "Hello World" written by Khemmeta and Jimi Swaggart, and "B.A.Y." written and performed by Khemmeta and Jimi Swaggart.

All vocals recorded at The River Crux.

All beats produced by Khemmeta.

Everything mastered by keith kubota.

Epic cover art by the one and only Diego Gomez:
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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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