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The House by the Riverside

by Khemmeta

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Prodigal Litterati 02:17
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I can’t even front as if i’m 'bout to get a passing grade Monuments of homework, but i have to write a rap today Math’ll wait, algebraic formula to half equate Exact the day K-Matic may finally be a grad from State Grab BA and massive stacks of cash with the writing degree (excuse my half empty ambition) just don’t seem likely to me Followed heart, majored art, now i’m too hyphy to teach Finally found my writing style; now that it’s sighted i’ll reach Out, to the readers, through the speakers of their radio (you think you’ve had baked potatoes?) haven’t had my gravy though I’ma crazy caped crusader, can’t nobody save me though (One phrase at a time), i’mma rhyme and give amazing shows Praises go through ego filters, but i know i’m good at this (Raise the bar), i race the car so fast that i could crash it Catch me on the 48 reciting, that’s good practice When you see me live, see i’ve withstood the damage I used to be the underdog, royalty to the undergrads Hadn’t read the canon but it’s cool cuz all the others had (Delegated seamlessly), construct the book to wonder at Can’t keep rest of GPA afloat, (so what, it's mud and ash?) Double back to fill out forms, beg for all misstepping's cleared (So much ground to cover) to atone for all the messy years Grays invade my mane it’s plain to see the shame’ll stress my beard And when i ask my friends for help, i feel every direction’s peer Pressure disguised, as parental advice Tryna compromise my seasons and de-pepper my spice But i’m chef in this kitchen, i’m preparing the pies I determine the circumference and i destined the size Blessed to be wise, lessons from the depths of the skies Netting the lies, catch em then i’m testing their might Against my stove, water boiling, fed to the fire To let em fry, til they’re ready to nourish and to inspire If Hip-hop was the love of my life, how can i run to catch it? Never registered for enrollment after that one semester Try to turn these poems into lyrics so i can pump my chest Live despite a bleak armageddon that shoulda crushed my breath (Updating my) prose into flows, so you can bump these sessions (Talking to the) streetlamp all morning because the sun’s upset When precipitation is pouring, can’t be the one to fret Catch the gods’ teardrops on my tongue, to see which one is wet (I digress), when i gave the lit-ral college try did i stumble on the hike because i never really wanted it? Put lyrics together every year to build a monument Stray climb to top of each mountain and not get off of it No more time for looking at campus living and haunting it Gotta move along from the sonnets cuz i got songs to spit Lemmie tell these stories from my mouth to your ears Sincerely yours, K-Matic, no silence, no fear.
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Destined for Demise 03:10
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7am, wake, shower, kiss my partner, grab her keys tryna be, out the door by like, 8:15 maybe 8:20 if i’m feelin kinda sluggish The Fire at the End of the World is what i’m bumping on the speakers as i ease onto the Central on ramp not bumper to bumper, but beyond that 80 West is busy with cars, nobody’s tripping off SARS-2 we still gotta pay off our large dues (large who?) car insurance and loans, and the rent on our homes and the bills that keep our bulbs with a glow AC in the summer? PGE will charge a piece of your soul STILL burn your city like it’s beef over coal talk radio thinks we’re desperate for presentable domes? i’m like, “why, when we should all be tryna chill in our homes?” folk are actually protesting getting rid of the COVID because they feel like wearing masks'll hurt their liberty’s flow or the vaccine tracker chip could be a fear that they scope i can’t hear em they’re ghosts. ayo, implanted GPS, where i’m headed? [destined for demise] Ok sure, but what's my exit? [Destined for demise] Is this the address on the left? [Destined for demise] 7am, wake, shower, kiss my partner, grab a drink out the door by like 8:15 cross the street to BART, the cost of driving's unsustainable 10 bucks round trip, get up in that thang and go avoid the densest patch of people on the platform when the train arrives i'm aligning with the backdoor it's never as empty as i'd prefer nah i don't think California is taking this monster Cerberus serious, i'm braving this conveyance just for rent is it worth it if my lungs evaporate in to mist? if it's busy then i'm walking to the end of the train pulling open all the doors on my way, is it smarter to stay? Schrodinger Virus like it's everywhere and nowhere we all know someone, who knows someone who woke up with the slow air ventilator, then no air, eyelids shut, meanwhile passengers barely masked, they savvin in they seats wylin out like the L.O.X. is on the encore i exaggerate, but still feel shook, when I'm on board what’s my stop again? where we goin? [Destined for demise] i been on this train for decades i should be knowin. [Destined for demise]
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Extra Extra (featuring WiG) 04:56
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EXTRA EXTRA, the world is pretty messed up Gotta empathize with a country that’s playing catch up California burning, pandemic pushing deaths up Don’t let em tell you bad times’ll never let up EXTRA EXTRA, the world is pretty messed up If we can’t fix it together it will ingest us Rain forests burning, riot cops wanna oppress us We finna take the planet back and never let up KHEMMETA: “Local rapper vows to drop 12 EPs" I’ll believe it when i see it, inhale release Don’t hold that breath! He might hold for cheese Let’s peruse some good news overseas UAE and Israel formally gon play nice While the West Bank stays under they knife Belarus protests election, Hong Kong postpones election ….Can’t relate! What’s good stateside? Today the news says Herman Cain’s in black capitalist hell So everything's okay, and all must be well I mean, that wasn't the spin, just my humblest O Now, “Many people are saying” you know how the rest go In electoral news, every issue’s distraction From whichever one i happen to be ready to bat with Like are Dems leaning left, are the People’s crazed? Warren ain’t the pick, billionaires should be ok! Extree extree the president is messy Said his opposition's pick is nastier than Hep C He just thirsty, someone get this man a Pepsi Old Obama logo got him livid seeing red screen New management, at the USPS The guy’s wife, got millions, in XPS The guy’s boss wants election bets hedged, and the mail is slowing Down while the Rona’s hogging hospital beds Already passed a hundred thousand dead They’re reopening schools, I guess caution unamerican Two hundred thousand’s looking like the estimate For where this all might go before we finish the election Every headline’s like, “it’s a mess, what you expected?” In other news, “water is wet” If you’re breathing and you hear me, we both gotta be best Abolish ICE and the rest of the DHS EXTRA EXTRA, the world is pretty messed up Gotta empathize with a country that’s playing catch up California burning, pandemic pushing deaths up Don’t let em tell you bad times’ll never let up EXTRA EXTRA, the world is pretty messed up If we can’t fix it together it will ingest us Rainforests burning, riot cops wanna oppress us We finna take the planet back and never let up WIG: EXTRA EXTRA, Wig and Khemmeta That ain't news, we been killin shit forever When we done, they take the beat out on a stretcher And at the risk of sounding like a broken record FUCK TRUMP (era-era-era...) FUCK TRUMP (era-era-era...) FUCK TRUMP (era-era-era...) FUCK TRUMP (era-era-era...) EXTRA EXTRA, the president doesn't care cuz COVID deaths are the highest in America Among the people he really wasn't put here for So take your asses to the beach and get your haircuts Send your kids to school but don't prepare stuff It's not like children get each other sick very much EXTRA EXTRA, George Floyd and Breonna Taylor Murdered by the state with minor effort Cuz white society was taught to feel terror When they see the skin that I see in the mirror And white supremacist structures we just inherit So we get tainted for tryna change or come near em EXTRA EXTRA, sources say, Wig in the zone in album mode, cooking "August Botellita" I heard he on his "Double Up", Mason Betha Releasing stress as he retires from the pressure Picking spirituality over cheddar Karen Bass shoulda been Veep, but, whatever EXTRA EXTRA, Black women in America still have to meetthe highest standards ever So now I gotta defend Kamala Harris She's the human sacrifice and we're the scarab They got their propaganda machine revved up So it's a coupla lies I gotta tear up Marajuanna convictions plummeted in her tenure As DA and AG, remember Back on Track was before it's time, and when her Chance for higher office came, they used the fact That she refused to seek the death penalty against her Activist parents told her infiltrate the system She probably got tarnished while doing that mission But in the Senate She pushed bail reform and demanded the First Step Act was strengthened EXTRA EXTRA Mike Pence thinks training police on implicit bias is "offensive" Trump's people gave Consent Decrees an ending EXTRA EXTRA There's a reason the same folks wanna turn the rest of us against her. EXTRA EXTRA, the world is pretty messed up Gotta empathize with a country that’s playing catch up California burning, pandemic pushing deaths up Don’t let em tell you bad times’ll never let up EXTRA EXTRA, the world is pretty messed up If we can’t fix it together it will ingest us Rain forests burning, riot cops wanna oppress us We finna take the planet.
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Sounds Like the End of the World 02:35
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i wrote "don't let me atrophy" then sank into my desk chair for another half a decade, while stars turned blood red and fell, down, outta the sky, punching craters in earth i said "it's bad out there, but hey, i gotta work" and stayed in stasis, slowly decaying within my limbs better off embalmed, hindsight don't need my Zenni Opticals, but I'm off the road, crows and ravens squawk for bones they wanna strip the flesh from, it's not like I can stop the globe from turning it's the circle of suffering fear and death/ Unless you're hibernating from, weirdness and stress/ Winter Forevz! But this is Summer That means lightning storms, infernos, and more, curious wonders We don't see miracles, we get disasters Go outside for fresh air but it's ash At the, water coolor like, "everything's sad" 2020 got us scared-er than a bear in a trap and a, coworker tested positive on Friday so I guess I might die, wait IT SURE SOUNDS LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD ANYBODY GOT A SCRIPT THAT CAN WORK? SOUNDS LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD IT SURE SOUNDS LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD WHERE'S META WITH HIS WISDOM AND PEARLS? SOUNDS LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD Confrontation isn't my jam, I'm a just a beat bot But when i grip the pen, the apocalypse is my sweet spot Show me lightning mo thickerer than a city block Let me find out school closures are funding frisky cops That's the end of alotta worlds Can't a couplet do it justice, i just gotta hurl Neocons all in our wallets tryna feed the baby Waltons "Won't someone think of the private entities and their stocks?!" The house by the riverside's across from Wildcat Creek Which runs thru Alvarado, a forest really any spark could swallow My childhood home in a blaze, gone My past days going away Lolly's house is downwind from Napa So fires up north are closer to mom's asthma Than i am for most hours of the day, or the week What could i even say to make it less bleak? Pray for my peeps. IT SURE SOUNDS LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD WE NEED VISIONS THAT CAN FIX ALL THE HURT SOUNDS LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD IT SURE SOUNDS LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD WHERE'S META WITH HIS WISDOM AND PEARLS? SOUNDS LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD
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Blame It On the Best 03:20
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I'm your favorite rapper's favorite reference. What you see as rich would have me leaping to my death. I cannot be in the cesspool with the essence of the lessers. My bank account counts every grain of sand sand in every desert! Richer than whichever Pope's selected. The presidential suite is seven floors up from your heaven! Appointed by dead presidents it's just like an election. Your dollar is your vote and now it's safe in my collection; It's MY vote now! Yeah, democracy's a wonderful thing, no I meant capitalism, cause my number's extreme! Lord Protector of the provolone the Gouda and brie King Triton, I reign supreme, under the "C". More bread than most governments see More lettuce than a hundred bunnies dream of in their wildest hopes A rising tide lifts all boats And your shoulders are the tide and I'm tryna float So let's go! I got the deed to the ocean, all the clams I'm leaving you all the dams: BLAME IT ON THE BEST Your wallet's hollow, small, my safe's a hallowed hall That's right, it's all my fault! BLAME IT ON THE BEST The world is sink or swim, from sea to sea And I hoard all the gil so I'm able to breathe Waterworld, while you search your whole life for any dry earth left I surf the crest: BLAME IT ON THE BEST And 'cause my M.O.'s getting paid I'm selling your side the gats, and your foes the grenades. The dough's in my safe, and i ain't got no qualms When your goals are the same, you know it's a shame How you soul gets inflamed from rage over rivals Put 0's in my bank, I'll trade them for rifles Now go and be great put holes in their faces! I hope you both grow old holding several cases Of my merchandise. Perfect prices keep you all returning. Loyal clients put their targets in infirmaries. I'm determined for infinite pay I got a several water towers fulla shiny thangs to swim in. I doc my frontliners' pay So i can find more chains for this shrine to cake I'm building. The Babel Tower Bling to the sky I got billion dollar doctors, I ain't never gonna die! You can't kill a god, you gotta feel in awe You got no dosh u gotta: BLAME IT ON THE BEST Don't like your job? That ain't hard to solve You can get swapped, like *pop*: BLAME IT ON THE BEST Yeah my money's stained in red But when green's all u see, every flavor's fresh It's American as genocide when angry men wake upset And spray the tecks: BLAME IT ON THE BEST That monkey paw wish curse money "What's a novel?" swap the brand, FULL TIME TERF money Searchlight my emblem in the sky, like the Dark Mark Got a monopoly on knowing where the party starts (It's lit), where ever my clique land, we thrive (Exclusive), don't hate, eat cake outside I hear your gathering collapsing into violence and why? Y'all shoulda known that with honey you attract more flies Now there's action for the ravenous riot cops and there's riot talk Like any time your voices pierce silence, mi'swell find a socket Stick a fork in it, you're done, you're tased Swarm the coppers if ya gotta, still my fun's unphased I'm a whole super villain, don'tcha come my way I ain't scared, I got, gear, goons, guns for days! Want MY head in a basket? What a way to make a death, i mean Who really needs a neck when you're greatest brain and head? I did that! Your jealousy can't stain my flex I came for checks: BLAME IT ON THE BEST Look at you! So small you gotta make me less Insects: BLAME IT ON THE BEST I’m a monster on the loose, you’re a peasant You ain’t safe with me round here, I’m T Rex! I ain’t even got lungs and my tongue got you snowflakes pressed You're so obsessed: BLAME IT ON THE BEST.

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I planned to make 12 EPs this year. This is the second of those I'm getting out to you. It's all coming together. . .

Inspired by the experience of going over to the 1 friend's house with some kinda recording setup after school (it happened to be ours) and everyone kinda coming up with whatever they can to be on the track that afternoon.

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released August 21, 2020

All lyrics written, performed, and recorded by Khemmeta, except for on "Extra Extra", written and performed by Khemmeta and WiG, recorded by Khemmeta and Crossword.

All beats produced by Crossword, except for "Blame It On the Best" which is produced by Born Historian.

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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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