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Transformation

Blood and tears the familiar libation
Gemini’s twin sky pacin’ bloodlines sacred
half jazz musician, quarter addict and beautician
walkin’ with the skewed vision of the people
in case you missed it
you asked for my past
well I’m that…

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Apache Cyborg (Remix)

All hail the Apache Cyborg
a lonesome eyesore
disguised as Vice Lord
to remove the mask of valor
following the eternal pattern
where the lives of the grander
reflect self lord and master
encased in beautiful disaster
revel in the…

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Chi Mil Triangle

Cannibalism exists within my metabolism
fanatical wisdom is encrypted in a radical system of inscriptions
to imprison what I’m livin’
I bear witness, givin’ you the naked truth
the government killed wives of Black Panthers like Ray Caruth
entertainment proves…

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Rise

Dance on the rings of Saturn
with the son of the master
manufacture cadavers and 88 tusk hammers
to shatter the mask
reflected in the ceiling of glass
bask in my ominous past
sippin’ the blood of man out of…

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Life Blood

The Devil enters my soul
my breath becomes cold mid winter
with a sudden inclination to injure
overwhelmed with visions to hit her
the first blows delivered
insert evidence between psychosomatic elements the precedent 
for what Kane and Abel told…

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Relics Of The Boombap

Brown boy, brown boy, turn that shit down
relics of the boombap, the superlative sound
relatives and friends buried underground
public enemy of the state said date, ‘88
pre adolescent kids diggin’ through the crates
lookin’ for an escape to…

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In Your Hands Now

GRANT PARK 2008,
100 GRAND ON HAND HOLDIN’ HANDS AS 
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNALLY ACROSS THE LAND
FOR WHICH IT STANDS
CHANGE WAS AROUND THE CORNER
PUTTING TO REST THE GHOSTS OF CABRINI AND THE HORNERS
PROJECT MOURNERS TURNED POLITICAL SUPPORTERS…

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Monumental State Of Mind

This is an open letter to Hilary
Senator McCain and Obama
I don’t care where in the world is Osama
the scapegoat of a monster
who Mr. Bush had us believe
if he were in prison terrorism wouldn’t exist
ignorance…

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Sun Crusher

My mind is a heavy fist
dealing with the pressure
waiting for the levy splits
fighting and shooting for the glory of men
wanting to bang Gloria Valez to Big Pimpin’
instead I was getting love fixes
from hoodrat chickens…

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Addicted To The Horn

4 years under the radar
reborn in the graveyard
back from the dead with blazed bars
watched from a distance, amassing a hit list
bloggers play God, get called out
bang hard just to get a rep Gangstarr
turn around…

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Self Distortion

Self distortion headless horsemen
been a solitude fortress since Gorgeous
leaving Angels chord less
bearing torches
of course it's come down to me and God
and how much I've missed you
father you should've known I've got commitment issues
love…

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Ghosts Over Your Shoulder

Bullet riddled riddles
waiting to meet death in the middle
traveling roads to no answers
no cure for cancer
6am time to be a slave to the masters
high blood pressure
short of breath
slowly dying from the stress
I…