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To Rev
... And three hundred years from now, will not we be with the ones once called Apachee?
In the beginning there were the seeds of many fruits. Human scientists didn’t invent seeds. They only try, individually, to deal with seeds, nationally, the best they can try to sometimes, and to replant the potential of the body of this earth in the minds, and through the gardens of our landscapes. The bible begins by talking about the seeds of the fruits. And it immediately frames this in the context of the statutes, because the arrangement of the statutes of this Republic, and of international laws that had been liberated, as well as had been tortured, been terrorized, and had been held to an ongoing captivity, through them, it is essential to understand, by means of a source beyond individuals continually born to this beyond colonization. This that called the devil. No! You’ll see no devil here, my brother, Reverend, just the glow of a mighty blaze to kindle here. I kindle.”
“Ok, hold on now. Hold on!”
“Reverend, I’m the kid with Mrs. Johnson.”
“I’m Mrs. Johnson.”
“Oh, but a woman named Mrs. Johnson used to babysit me. I was there with her. And no one had a better seat for that speech than us, Reverend, Mrs. Johnson didn’t even flinch. The speech was so good, for one second, I look over to see the reaction of my Mrs. Johnson, and, or my other Mrs. Johnson, if you will.”
“My mother?”
“Wait a second! Wait a second! You were the little boy with Mrs. Johnson? And you’re calling your mother, huh?” (Rev puts his head in his hand again. I continue)
“Rev, and I still remember the reaction of your mother, which was no reaction, because I’d looked over to see her reaction before it had happened…”
“What happened?”
“The guy gave the best speech we ever heard. I think that’s what the Reverend wanted to note the speech for. And everyone was into it. We all felt bad for the this little lamb. Which it was a miniature horse, but he’d kept telling us to think of it as a lamb.”
“Wait a second. Wait a second!”
“Reverend, for one second, I looked over at your mother; you know; to know, myself, to know how to react to it. But I remember it like yesterday, Reverend. I look over… I look over. And in the same moment of my astonishment at the reactionless attention of Mrs. Johnson, your mother, who you were the thought of her mind, be you, having been in Georgia, with her family.”
“Wait a second.”
“Get back to the speech?”
"Oh…"
“Me and Mrs. Johnson are right in front of it. I look at her for one second. During that second, and for at least a second after it, she had no reaction.”
“From what!?”
“Wait a second! Wait a second!”
“The blood! I look over for one second. I hear the sound of a sword unsheathing, and see blood go all over your mother’s white church clothes. Instantaneously. And still! She had no reaction. She just looked at me, and then right back at the old man, who was now tangled in people who jumped in to defend her blouse. And then it almost got calm for a second. And then…”
“Wait a second!”
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(after intro)
Get through the static, girl.
Turn it, ya'll, tune it.
Walk through the static, girl.
Unit. G-Unit.
On the radios.
Every lady goes. It rolls. It rolls.
Let me lend the heat to your souls.
Rock down when she rolls.
Every woman knows. On the radios.
Every woman knows.
On the radios. Every woman woahs.
Oh, woah, radios.
Turn into the unit.
G-Unit. G-Unit.
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Girls on a girly bus.
(Three beat pause)
Well they roll far away.
And their leader trust...
Girls on a girly bus...
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Now cut the rhyme up.Yeah.And move on the track.Here comes the power from the bowels of rap.Awe hour stumbles.The second unfolds.I humble shepards when I step with the folds.The hour gives up.The god hands me down.While stuck in nations.Some look ta the crown.I peer right through it.And gaze on around.I cut the rhyme up.And move on the track.Here comes the power from the bowels of rap.The hour stumbles.The second unforlds.I'll rip these shackles, then we step for these goals.The hour stumbles.The powers increase.And flowers never fumble when the power is peace.Hard rockin' game from the east.The flower never fumbles, but the brain is the beast.I whisper like an i**** and I roll from the ees.Peace...
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(Shots cut to them filming the making of movies. We’ve all the black guys acting like the slave owners. And their filming shots. And then they keep trying to method act. And Chico and I are getting frustrated. We’re all watching it from the Black Rook, now being remodeled out of the global freezing theme, and into the mountain theme. Steve is angrier than he’s ever been now, because when him, when Samuel, and when Slyvester don’t work together, piecing studying the horses, they start loosing money through the horses, rather than staying up, which they used to do, but it’s been offset, Steve noticing, because every time he got involved in another investment through the gaming system. So the character of Steve grows increasingly conflicted. And the characters Slyvester, and of Sammy grow increasingly united in their passion for change. This time Fyve is here too. And I’m explaining to them how we’ve all been watching the planes, without getting caught, and about what’s going on in New York, and about where Eddie New York’s been, also who used to stop by for the horse tips. He’s starts to become our talent scout, when we figure out that we can’t film the slavery scenes right with the guys we’ve got. And we need white guys playing the roles of slaves going to China on the ship of Anthony, also so deep in a pirate role he refuses to change into the role of the slave ship captain, and, so, we get Eddie to find the right guy for the role in New York, and we send him to play the slave ship captain. For they are filming all these movies, and have all these economic ventures tied to the ship, including gambling ventures through the partners we made in China. We’ll start where I’m describing, on the chalkboard, why, and how they can’t trace the piloting of the planes to us. Sammy is looking at the chalkboard, and feels that we’re gonna mess up the mountain, and the global freezing initiatives with the thing coming right to our internet.)
“Now I’m telling you. Think about it.” “Sammy, even if they came here right now; we didn’t fly it. They don’t even usually report it, the second they do it switches channels.”
“How!!!? What channels?”
“Ones secret agents use so that nobody sees their trail on the internet. This is like the top of the line international police insights that even they don’t have. How do you know that?”
“Dude, this is the English guy, Sammy.”
“Undone.”
“What?”
“Inspector Undone.”
“I swear to god… I’ll admit it now. So don’t even say it. How this dude ever recognized this dude anyway.”
“Get to how you know you can do this.”
“Yo!!! Look… There are atomic, and there are nuclear weapons.”
“Just get to the part where they don’t know who’s flying the planes.”
“The nations with these weapons have also inherited protocol, and organizations designed, under the guise of the protection of these weapons, to uphold the secrecy of their organization through administrations, and through time, in other words, we’ve inherited so many undercover agencies, and institutions designed for the furtherance of secrecy through time that even our presidents and our congress remains unaware of the means to insidiousness between us.”
“Wait a second. What does this have to do with the internet?”
“These codes send us a level beyond agencies. So even though we see this on the screen, it’s not being picked up by computer experts.”
“How come?”
“Because the internet was designed with the nature of the secret agnecies we’ve inherited through time. This nation had been colonized by evil that had been between nations that had been powerful enough to keep measured out, and perpetually overextended and misinformed, the perspectives of kings, and of queens.”
“What!? The internet!? Internet has nothing to do with kings! Not in this country.”
“You don’t even know our history, first of all. And that’s because you’ve had your distinctions made for you by schools in the furtherance of agendas that they’ve also inherited that they don’t understand.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Look! They’ve got one level beyond that, looking in, and monitoring our interactions. And! Then! After that, they’ve got another level monitored by police. And! After that! They’ve got another level monitored by the secret agencies. And apparently they’ve got levels beyond that. And! Then! Beyond that! We have the highest level codes. Even the generals in our army aren’t allowed to have these codes, and/or taught about them, because of the protocol we’ve inherited with the technology of these weapons, and, noting, also, with the science of, and the systems of colonization still having been leveraged against the will of our Constitution since founding, and through agendas sewn to the guise of agendas like these, and through time.”
“What agendas.”
“Staying secret through time. We can’t change the nature of the world’s problems until we fix the nature of what we can’t even admit, and to understand. And the leaders of these agencies don’t understand. That’s how we got slavery. It was imposed on our people through coordinated efforts between street terror, and institutional forms of it. Revolution is no joke, yall, taking war on as an advisory in any capacity, especially taking on war itself, which, essentially, is what we’re doing.”
“So we could see this internet site, but nobody can see it?”
“Everyone can see it, but nobody can trace it to anything traceable to anybody else. Half the East Coast is watching it anyway; we promoted it. We’re forcing these issues, and these realities into the light of day this way too.”
“There’s not one thing he doesn’t have an answer for.”
“I’m in. That’s all I’m saying. And my bar. So who’s not in support of everyone of this kid’s initiatives is out, if it comes down to it; I’m ready to fight against the nukes, against the core depletion, for the mountain, and the global warming correction too. We’ll save the planet with this kid. All we did was fly a little plane around.”
“We didn’t fly the plane around.”
“Yeah, but I’ll go down with him. Wait until we unleash the gaming system.”
“Now there’s a gaming system.”
“A campus.”
“A religion.”
“In the form of a broken one.”
“Get back to the internet.”
“This is why Iran keeps saying it wants the privileges that go along with the nuclear weapons.”
“Iran!?”
“It’s because these codes were put in before the internet even went up. The presence of criminal agendas conjoined to those of international police, and dirty secret agendas in the furtherance of colonization are even older, in other words.”
“Wait! Wait!”
“So they have these special cards, that allow them to use the internet, and to leave no trail, even from the perspective of the computers of our agencies.”
“Exactly.”
“What about the other agencies at that level?”
“Every nation with nuclear weapons is divided about this.”
“Impossible.”
“Colonization 101. It’s not England though, and that’s why the Inspector will help us, and has give me, and, note, many other people in New York, and in Hartford the right too. So we’re not doing this alone guys.”
“Inspector Undone?”
“Why you gotta keep saying his name!? Fyve? Have we not established that?”
“I’m just checking. I just can’t believe I saw you with him.”
“Inspector Undone?”
“Now you’ve got him saying it!”
“Inspector Undone!”
“Allright! Allright! Wait!”
“Let me ask. How the hell did you recognize him in the first place?”
“There’s a guy in the union grew up near. He’s got that stuff recorded from England. I’ve seen it. Then he goes, “’Inspector Undone, write to London.’” And he goes like that. In a pose.”
“See I’ve never even seen this guy. But yall are… We! Are the last hope for humanity, and for civilization, even if we pull off building the mountain, and the core depletion correction off...”
“Wait a second! Wait a second! Forget that! That’s not a problem.”
“That’s not a problem,” said sarcastically.
“Tell them about the hooker now.”
“Sammy…”
“No! Tell them! I don’t want them leaving here without knowing it.”
“They know it.”
“No, tell them. I don’t want them to think we’re playing games here either.”
“That’s all you’re doing lately!”
“Tell them!”
“We rescued a stolen girl turned into brainwashed hooker we’re trying to fix.”
“See!”
“But she keeps hot, everyone keeps sleeping with her. And I had nowhere else to put here.”
(Shots cut to the Chicas with the hooker in the room of their apartment. We thought she spoke Spanish, because everyone else in the video had been. She barely speaks English, and no Spanish.)
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Chord to the socket.
Get it ready.
Shock it. Rocket.
Electric in time.
Get it ready.
Shock it! Rocket!
Guitar on the line.
Let me use it up, right?
In Union... In Union tonight...
ready get it ready.
Flight!
Electric insight.
Lemmy get it right.
Lemmy get it right.
In Union...
The Union...
In Union tonight...
Lemmy get it right.
In Union...
In Union...
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Here we go.
Here we go.
Yo. Say Bronx ain't Brooklin.
Hey, yo, go Brooklin ain't Queens.
Go all the way Manhattan are a few in-betweens.
Say Bronx ain't Brooklin.
But Harlem one piece.
Statin Island swimming in the sea, never cease.
Big up the burrows.
Go Biggy the skies.
What up with heroes?
I rap for you guys...
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Can you see the soul?
Can you see the soul?
Can't you see the totum pole?
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All day, sniffing for chicks.
My dog, my dog is loving those tricks.
All day, my dog is cute as hell.
But he gets rigid if he doesn’t play well.
Barking on strangers.
Attacking some kids.
My dog is brilliant.
But he’s crazy like this.
Attacking strangers.
And straight for the cars.
My dog is brilliant.
But he’s peeing in yards.
He’s way too violent when we leave in our cars.
Standing in the window, and yelling at yards.
Where you going suckers;
While the day’s burning free.
At least take me with you.
I’ve got doggie needs.
Yeah, my dog’s demanding.
He’s a burly guy.
But sweet and understanding.
He can even cry.
Cry like a baby.
Or run over me.
My dog is something.
So great and so free.
We call him Rico.
He’s more than a pet.
My dog is something.
He’s something; you bet.
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whats up with that rhyme, it doesn't make any since.
i got somethin for you, stop repeating yourself over and over fool.
you think your all big and cool well you not, so homie i think you
have lost the style you have.
i can't understand can you see the soul, yo man how does that go.
you heard me, now let me see.
this life isn't a dream, it's not a scheam.
but i'll keep rockin with what i have, but i think its time for to take a f***** pill
and go to f***** bed.
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When they take down the warmth and the glow.
Look now...
The season will flow.
Winter. The winter.
The icy wind-chimes.
Winter. The winter.
The death of our times.
Wind climbs.
The wind-chimes.
The winter unwinds.
yeah...
The white cloud will splinter and snow.
Marks of the season.
The winter we know.
Winter. The winter.
The winter will grow.
The white cloud will turn in the rain.
The white cloud will splinter.
The season again...
Winter. The winter.
The winter remains...
Winter. The winter.
The season disdains.
The winds of the winter.
The season remains.
Fire...
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The Bus
Lights on the city street.
Or the highway, beside.
Souls on the weary feet.
And the people need the ride.
The one ta grin and bear it.
The road rage ta fuss!
The one ta grin and bear it.
Yeah...
And we call that one the bus.
Yeah...
Here come fus!
Right with the real when you take this bus.
Here comes the fire, truss.
Bus...
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I put a Neo-Renaissance into this song.
She's a pretty - pretty thing when she comes along.
So go and tell the other poets up in the frame.
I'm a fourth dimension on another plane.
With a backpack filled up with the right things.
There's freedom in the vision that my good rap brings.
I cold step.
My feet don't hop.
I battle rap.
I battle rap.
I just don't stop...
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