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1. |
This Is The Year
03:04
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This is the age of the
Analog animal resistance renaissance
Synopsis noxious preeminence
Calloused grip mechanics
Hammer/Sickle sans socialism
Nothing transcendental
Just the same coarse clutch sinking shovels in
These are the times of the
Solemn stone grimace antithesis of idyllic
Im hardened by the experience
Youre frozen mannerisms
of pantomimic frivolity grinning with whimsy
in an unwitting mannequin stance
of face-melt fragility
I saw it in the form of
One whiplash glimpse at transient oblivion
And traveling companions clinging to the fringes shivered me
As long as that glimmer of gripping gains
Kindled a smoldering flicker within me
I'll just abide in that humility
And Im a student of the trill academia
Sheer brittle brilliance
Shrill bristle exo-sheild mesozoic megalith
Top heavy, cumbersome and lumbering
More resilient than wicker stick figures not privy to the tipping point
But never fall, imma
Play the low stoic most slated for the laborious
Lore, the sordid fables of a pauper called favored
They applaud the retarded, the raucous are rewarded
I try to thwart the void and the ploys of the dark hearted
But kept plodding til my slot
Hop from nominal to moderately phenominal
An anomaly who functions anonymous
Called commoner, who stalk among the nondescripts
Demolishing what the pompous would propagate as an accomplishment
And trod on top of it
And kept stomping til the
Hallowed pleas of hired men volume rises to hollering
Counter and contradict the false depictions of a life of ease
Soured countenance from grievous groans
Woes of a thousand men under a vow to make you head the howls of the hireling
Maybe you'll nod
But this offering wasn't offered for the 'Yes' men
No comfort vested in company policy
Even if followed to the letter
You've already sweat and stressed for the sake of that check
So never let work determine your personal worth
They'll work you to death!
This is the year of the...
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2. |
Marching
03:03
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Hook
Marching through the arduous
Dawn to dark we plant and harvest in the harsh conditions
When you're intimate with loss
And know exhaustion yet keep plowing cuz you know the cost of quitting
No matter what your cause or who you are
Move forward.
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3. |
Hangman
01:11
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You are not a fraction of latch key
Patterned a plasticine snatch crease, lackey
In the bullmastiff craft, you bask in a lap dog's mastery
Lamp adamant at manic blab tangent
Rabid rabbinacle rad, unabashed magma
Last laugh cackling, the partisans are clamoring
Cradle cap trap rap apparatus
Fashioned from the scraps of a trash heap
Malodorous gas drip, catch draft gasping, gagging
Tamper with a pandemic atrophy dapping disaster
Better have hazmat or chloroform wet naps handy
Your calculated death dance, hangman latitude is that of which
Alejandro Sosa had appropriated moniker of 'hassa' facsimile
Black fist bangs harder than Afghan hash-hish
Herb Alpert of halberdiers, javelin trajectory
On point, like Cadillac seats, where the Mack be
Banshee bonanza, nose candy tantrum advancing
And armed with anguish
Sambo antithesis of antebellum, not Amos and Andy
But the adamant ax of Nat's rebellion that felled em
A rank and file classified flier flank of the rank and foul
Some are dense as a cloud of dank and loud
Narcotic dollies catatonic from drank and molly
Death rattle rant trance enamored is the standard
Even when I brag ramble random
Results are staggering
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4. |
Cold
02:37
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ICE!
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5. |
Dig
02:18
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Just dig...DIG!
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6. |
Us
03:03
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Hook
Who are a youth maligned?
Who are the true savages?
Where is the imaginary line the sand and have we crossed that barrier by way of threats feigned where the presumed danger seems apparent, though he meant no malice
We kill us
They kill us
Some still carry on like please kill us x2
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7. |
Searching feat Strategy
05:33
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Thanks Strategy for transcribing the lyrics.
d.o.n. feat. Strategy - “Searching”
Produced by: Glenn “Strategy” Winter
©2014PrimalOnVinyl
Verse 1
(written & performed by: d.o.n.)
Traveling on my nomadic passage
Where the air quality's gaseous
Every breath carcinogenic
Or at best branded asbestos
It’s probably the negative
Argon Particles surrounding you
Or part and parcel
To sparse empathy for others starving
And the jargon...
Part from the fold you'll be a target
Only not for martyrdom
More of an Amistad compartment
Aside from grace from His divine hand
I’m not remarkable...
I am but a cog linked to others
And though if one of us should come undone From our predestined set position
Then this dreaded machine
Would just collapse by way of a whisper
Not through faulty engineering
But the eyes of those mandated
To maintain the apparatus
Have strayed wayward leery
Treading the marsh
Marching over topographic land masses
Littered liberally with savages
Lassoes to variance and married
To the various addictions:
syringe, pipe vices...
Known to elope with hopelessness
Kneel and propose to dosages
Procreate to overdose
Pillow talk with foam lips
Found on a sofa stiff and cold
With an arctic afterglow
What was hidden is now exposed naked
So sacred...
frozen on a slab eviscerated
Proved and vacant
Is it a soul floating aimless?
Or absent from organic shell
And present with Creator?
Don't lay for predilections
They are but predatory
Jagged fanged rabid animals
Bloody mandibles dripping
I offer assistance
By way of a rhythmic telegram
I edit, reprise, cryptic
Pair it with my edifice
heavenly exoskeleton
In which I am sequestered
Yet its for my own protection
While I heel/toe on the fringes
Of that given hedge, are devilish
Suggestions, but deflected,
Lead us not, deliver us, from the snare
But not the strike
Hyping this composition
But the one that compromises
Conquers and divides us
From the eternal congress
The bond between my God and I
But my conscience is a compass
Since it is his job to guide
Why not align myself
So as to not become beguiled
Or reviled by a misstep
But im searching
In spite of the coercion
In lieu of the diversions
That would steer me from my purpose
I am searching
And even though I'm labeled urchin
And a societal burden
I’m not truant from my journey
I am searching
Verse 2
(written & performed by: Strategy)
Searching…
Searching cause I’m hurtin’
Searching…
For who I am as a person
My genesis? Tenuous
With an emphasis on venomous
Now I stand at the precipice
Nestled in my restlessness
And I scour the earth
Conceiving powerful work
Been against the grain since birth
Came out feet first
Just angry and hurt
Overly critical and cynical
Its like I never got over
When they cut my umbilical
Fuckin pitiful…
Try not to focus on that
Haven’t lost all my marbles yet
But there's a hole in the bag
A couple screws are loose yo
My memory’s foggy
Need more gratitude promptly
Yet my attitude’s nonchalantly
A real quandary
Totally exposed full Monty
Sometimes I wanna throw in the towel
But that’ll just create more laundry
Oddly it’s a struggle
When trouble’s this subtle
Sure I wrestle with my demons
But sometimes we just snuggle
Look man, all my slick plans
Got me in quick sand
But victory’s the sweetest
When you know what defeat is
…Conceited for reasons
Unbeknownst to me its
Simply more convenient
To completely pledge allegiance
To achievement in Hip-Hop
Aiming for the top
I got what it takes
But its gonna take everything I got
Misery to serenity
Liberty in fact
…. I mean literally
I’m the epitome of that
To put it simply we all in the same game
Just different levels
All going through the same hell
With different devils
To improve my life I examined it
Removed all contaminates
…Asked God for help
And now I’m under His management
I know He’s got His hand in it
The opposite of abandonment
The consummate philanthropist
Joyfully anointing me
To royalty…
We started from the bottom
And came up like buoyancy
This verse is your purchase
And its making me nervous
Aiming below the surface
Unearthing my purpose
Takes courage to be of service
My verbiage so compelling
Honesty open mindedness
And being willing...
It’s fulfilling helping each other
The concept is so beautiful
I’m the keeper of my brother
That’s what I’m alluding to
Don’t you love the sound of it?
Well stick around a bit
Happiness is inexpensive
But we pay dearly for it’s counterfeit
My pedigree’s flowing free
Uplifting poetry...
Laying a firm foundation with the
Bricks that are thrown at me
In those moments I can’t let go
I search for something tangible
Pray for troubles antidote
Relax and eat some cantaloupe
Man look…
Lemmie find out all the answers
Are really in that damn book
“A change gone come”... Sam Cooke
No longer stressing
Stronger and progressing
I’m running out of limbs
On which to count up all my blessings
I am searching
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8. |
Faithful
01:49
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Don't be fooled by the lulls in the doom
When the wool being pulled over our collective eyes
Is from wolves costumed in the same sheep coats
From the poached ewes exhumed from years of a ruse
Dont be duped
Dont be stupid
Dont be moved
Dont mope
Be lucid
Dont be foolish
Dont be jaded
Dont believe the hype
Just be faithful x2
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9. |
Gentleman
02:22
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It's all about Jesus.
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10. |
Fade
02:14
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Cold just came in with these Regan era phrases, said arrangements never refrain, they are ageless, word to my grays, outside the diameter of my elaborate array, is everything fugazi and viewed with a gaze of disdain, and as I fall back to assess, I've noticed you throw a decadent shade in succession to your detriment, I can't fade
I cant fade.
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11. |
Traffic Stop
03:12
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Big Dawg Daddy Hawg:
You neva gon geddit like ME
You neva gon geddit like ME
You neva gon geddit like ME
You neva gon geddit like ME
Im ridin filthy, lookin clean
Ridin filthy, lookin clean
Ridin filthy, lookin clean
Im ridin filthy, lookin clean
NIGGUH!
Worker:
I never wanna get like you, I want what He has for me
I never wanna get like you, I want what He has for me
I aint got no name, and no boasts to claim
And I hate this job, but when I get home and I say my prayers
And I lay my head, I'm at peace and can you say the same?
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12. |
Knock Off
01:53
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Wooooo Lawdy!
Knock em out the box, don!
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13. |
On My Way
04:16
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Hook
Im on my way, Im on my way
And where I'll go, I dont know, only God can say
Im on my way, Im on my way
And where I'll go, I dont know, only God can say
Cuz only God can save.
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Hook
Quiet as kept
Mind your steps
Times are strange
Live as a wretch
Snicker in jest
Time don't play
Glance at the clock
Minutes to midnight like
Hey!
How'd it get this late?
We livin in these times
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15. |
Hot City feat S.Habib
04:10
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It keeps calling...
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16. |
Lightening Strikes
02:48
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d.o.n. New Orleans, Louisiana
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