1. |
Outline
01:44
|
|||
Outline
By Xception
I reminisce on January ‘09/ My stereo and a rhyme wishing/ For the rhythm like a miracle in the Shrine/ Then there it go the design had to follow the signs cus/ That buck that bought a bottle did strike the lotto/ Met G-DO then we brought ya’ll the arrangement changed it/ Raised it, up another level to amazing gave ya/ Mood of the Music saved ya/ With something more in store cooking up major/ Classic material favors/ Free for the people and the ages Sankofa/ On its way to your blogs and your pages/ But good gracious this is what fait is/ Made one song and it turned into greatness/ Felatastic burn this play this/ Fela’s magic a master of making/ Music for the movement, moving, shaking/ This is just a way of giving thanks and praises/ G-DO and Xception a gift for your playlist/ Anikulapo, Felatastic
|
||||
2. |
Followers
03:57
|
|||
Followers
By Xception
The news told me today every Arab is a terrorist/ Trying to put a scare in Americans and/ Everywhere in the air big brother stare at us aware of us/ Prepared with brigadiers there to bury us and/ The enemy of the state is any free will to stay/ Wherever people engaged in breaking barriers and/ The tendency to degrade every candidate/ For the welfare of the state is something meritous and/ Co-conspirators media and fear in us/ Drive us from our boredom but we don’t know where they steering us/ Telling us to listen without hearing us/ Domesticated citizens prisoners/ Living in a system with belligerents enlisted to solicit us/ For taxes, fractions, soldiers, fighting the evil axis/ But practice shows us we are the evil actions/ Perhaps its owed us being we benefactors/ Of whips cracked over bleeding into the cracks/ Of the soil that sowed us poison/ Waiting to corrode your choices, voices/ With a song of sorrow, it’s that follow follow
No! Not another conspiracy theory where we/ Clearly feel inferior we misled and misleading/ Yo! It’s infrared but you read it like it was said and repeated/ They teach it preach it we eat it and then we follow follow
Let me make it clear make it evident/ I’m here for a second man, but I wanna be president/ This world is my heaven and my hell and my reverend/ My shell and residence for now and forever since/ Forever after and after the evidence/ The rapture I’m pestilence I’m right here/ Light years per minute I’m right here/ And simultaneously I’m right there it’s quite clear you get it?/ I’m bumping in your ears bumping into gimmicks/ With something for your limits like Popeye, spinach/ Tinted with a pinch of back when it was intended to leave a dent/ Tapped in creeping beneath and leaving hints/ So take one and follow my lead/ Xception to the rules my motto my creed/ My model my seed so borrow and breed/ Tomorrow will be a new day. never follow
No! Not another conspiracy theory where we/ Clearly feel inferior we misled and misleading/ Yo! It’s infrared but you read it like it was said and repeated/ They teach it preach it we eat it and then we follow follow
|
||||
3. |
The Revolutionist
03:27
|
|||
The Revolutionist
This for freedom fighters, teachers and freedom writers/ Its for that light inside us, incite a riot like it’s/ 88 in Riker’s, they wave away our rights cus/ The way they play we only worth our weight in blood and diapers/ Catching that shit and piss they like to throw at strikers/ And put you on a list for being grown and righteous/ For understanding that this life is priceless/ Reprimanded at your home and now your wife is lifeless, nothing/ Short of a crisis, sort of like a sport/ Where polices got a license to shoot and kill the poor, go/ Summon Isis, tell her its a war/ The dark and brightest, they fighting to control the pure/ Dream biters with gingivitis in they pores/ We smelled em coming and then united in the scores/ Now, look at em running, headed for the doors, yeah/ We busy drumming and banging on the floors/ From Bangalore Bangladesh and other shores/ The Atlantic and the Indian Pacific and Caribbean/ The civil disobedience the main ingredient/ For cooking up a cure, looking up and sure/ A smile looking down from the clouds and on the ground/ In every part of town if you looking around it’s us!/ Trust! The people’s power in they palms/ Be alarmed cus we armed and moving on
Time’s of the essence, soon to find out/ Check your Timexes, see the time is now/ Prime segments to climb like it’s out of style/ Grind reckless to shine like we out of clouds/ Breaking barriers to areas we never seen/ Awake and wary of the various and clever schemes/ To get your pockets, your confidence, and kill your dreams/ Make you push the machine/ Out of your way, out of your stream, over the edge/ Out of the play, off of your team, holding your head/ On your own two shoulders and neck showing the rest/ What a god look like, glow, knowing the flesh can/ Go, lo and behold what’s left man/ Perfection that’s what we nest in/ When we know the truth man that’s when the stress end/ So I’m calling you to the frontlines like Sam is/ Fight for your mind, crunch time the hand is/ Ticking down on the clock, know what your plan is/ Start picking them locks and overstand this/ Quick, picture the plot, see your way out the pot/ The water bubbling it’s troubling to watch/ But I hopped in so we could jump out/ Seen where the block been, but what we want now/ Is reaching for the top and freeing our love out – gone!
|
||||
4. |
Out of the Shade
03:47
|
|||
Out of the Shade
It’s been a long time coming, but I showed up/ Showing up, old time runners with they flows stuck/ My flow’s stuck, the whole time running up rewind in your memory/ Like summertime rhymes in the winter breeze/ Centuries of sentiments sent to me in sentences and similes/ Essentially I’m sent to be the sentiency to see the seas saying…
Now that I’m here, there’s finally a voice speaking freely/ Free of hyperbole and free to fly purposely/ Into the sky first to see what Earth could be/ Reversed and free of work immersed in hurting every person we saying…
So many days coming and gone without a trace/ So many ways we can see to make change/ Today we stay away from being swayed into the maze [we out the shade]
Seeing the sunshine in a new light now/ And that’s a whole lot of light for these nights out/ Looking for peace in the poverty/ It’s probably protected by police, but we pop into the property and saying…
Emerging from dirt with scars, but perfect/ Conversing with the gods til we stars and worshipped/ The worse hit, but the mirage is in the hearse with/ The thought of not deserving our birth cus we worth it and saying….
|
||||
5. |
Goal
04:14
|
|||
Goal!
If you mistaken bout my location/ Better know I’m from the GO where I’m showcasin’/ Another taste of why I chose the flow vocation/ Not for the dough but to glow where the soul vacant/ Serving bowls of the slow if you below patience/ That fast lane racing got your goals cold and waiting/ Let’s wake em up before they old and they won’t make it/ Ready to fold never grow with no clothes naked/ So here’s a coat that I wrote out of gold equations/ Throw it on the nation’s shoulders to control it’s shaking/ Waking from the nightmare of breaking what you hold sacred/ Throw another blow debating greatness in my own creation/ Showed you long ago but then you swore that it was broke and tainted/ G-DO let you know and chopped up Fela and I’m so elated/ So we so related like we whole and then we separated/ Strayed into the shade and made it back to say hello to haters/ Goodbye to the crook eyes flow is sober dope and rated/ One over the best so I guess to be correct the greatest/ Wonder why I say this press rewind until you hate this/ And you find you still rewinding when you gone and met your makers – later/ Whoa - With them shakers, filling like I’m chilling in Jamaica with my bro/ But no, he locked up in San Quentin cus temptation made him throw/ His life into the system and I miss him like a bow/ Misses boxes after Christmas only option is to wish him/ Peace and profit in the wisdom like I’m doing for you listeners at the show/ Think I’m hearing whispers from the floor or the ceiling and the doors/ The vibrations that I’m feeling reminiscent of the shores we were torn from/ Existing living life within the limits that we born from - warm sun/ Africa – war torn – Africa- mourn poor Africa what happened to/ Black and the, beautiful attraction ta, exactly what’s intact with the/ Fact of the, village raising children to come after the/ Chapters of the elders then prevail so we adapt to the/ Factors in the scale of hell on Earth from Yale to Attica the average of/ 33% walk away when we are the batter up/ I’m mad at us
Don’t matter but/ half of us on back of bus with clappers strapped and gats to bust/ The laughter up when pride erupt and all the pain inside of us/ Coincide with cops and cuffs enough’s enough, But what’s enough/ When promises are made to bluffs/ 40 aches negated for the 8x8s and no trust/ No day light no justice for just us but what’s us/ Every black and brown and white customer of governors/ Disgusted from the dust in the, policies and such and such/ We leaning on a crutch for us when us enough to hush the rush/ Of hot air coming when they not there running on these streets scared/ Something bout ta beat em there they feet aware/ they ready to go they ready to blow heavy is that weight when that levee broke/ Your Chevy nope gotta swim and make it just to steady hope/ Spaghetti ropes thrown to the people’s hands instead of boats/ So we soaked but trying, five years later on broken homes drying/ Yes I’m talking bout New Orleans-Bangalore-and-Lahore-and/ Singapore Santiago Bangkok and Chicago/ Los Angeles and Berlin Tokyo and down to Durban/ Urban and suburban bad nerves and immersed in/ The birthing, of dollars, not babies, no nurses/ No searching, for scholars, just lurking, for purses/ Starting to think the hearses are the taxis but what’s worse is/ I’m right and they filled with persons traversing to promised land/ But I promise man that land is right where we standing/ The deed is in your hand and we owned it since we landed/ So take this understanding and stamp where your plan is/ Your strategy your best move that no one else can know/ Except your family your best crew show em how it go/ Bring em to the field line em up and whistle blows/ When you ready take your best shot you made it it’s a gõl!
|
||||
6. |
Extra Strength
04:07
|
|||
Extra Strength
What you having drinks are on me feeling fantastic/ Another day seeing that we wrapped in the fabric and/ Tapped in to magic, making the mood change/ By doing two things, making the groove change/ And making ya move things, you ain’t moved/ Since you was a new thing out looking for cool, now/ Found this underground and found bliss/ Around now you feeling surrounded bound with/ A sound thick reaching into outer limits to sound this/ Horn off to say we warned ya’ll ready to swarm ya’ll/ Ready for the levy and whatever the storm called/ Katrina or Betty they heavy we steady ready to takeover/ Freshen the place up change up the odor/ Hot garbage, I’m bring something colder/ Hot water ammonia so/ Open the window and let the wind blow/ I’m bout to put it down for the ones that’s been broke/ From peeps in Chi-Town to African kinfolk/ We after that info and have to get in so/ Open the doors before we break the whole place down/ It ain’t about the money ain’t about race now/ It’s all about the chase, taking the gates down/ No more of the wait now we know and controlling our fait now/ So, getting it popping with us, pop locking with us/ In your city non-stopping while ya rocking with us/ Ready to take it to the next level turn up the bass/ turn up the treble burn up the pedals while they yearn to debate/ who the best, the only thing that matter is taste and this is fresh/ like broccoli and grilled chicken breast no GMO we/ G-DO & Xception in your stereo free!
Somebody said it was too wild in here/ smh lol in here please!/ Get the fuck out of here you gotta hear/ Nothing but love from inside here We!/ Me, G-DO, and you lead the people to see/ What the people I’ll do when the people are free/ Free of the chains being the change/ No more cheering from the stands we in the game like/ Give me the rock and whatever the clock say/ Don’t sweat it like small stuff/ Get your little draws stuck up in a bunch looking for sympathy/ While we cooking with a symphony and hooking up essentially a classic/ Moment in rhyme moment in time potentially plastered/ On your mind like a memory imagine/ The best thing you ever dreamed and now you have it
|
||||
7. |
WWFD
03:14
|
|||
WWFD
A cold night that was riddled in war/ It rained from a trickle to a pour/ Not even a nickel that wasn’t fought for/ cus if it cost more than what you holding/ You holding heat by your waste line/ With no time to waste time hesitate or wait/ Not even if you face time/ Its just a break from the chase/ Sooner or later you back in it/ Trying to start over and build up a stack in it yeah/ Never seeing that your son seeing that/ Reaching for that cheese caught in a trap/ Hanging from trees strange fruit living in magnolia dreams/ Waking up to one hell of a nightmare/ As soon as you open up your eyes its right there/ Put on your Nike airs and hit the block looking to sell a few/ While we stuck and we stumbling I’m wondering what would Fela do
A simple story really, life is very hard/ Full of suffering until the cemetery yard/ I swear we all hustling for the same thing/ Room to breathe, food to eat, then a chance to maybe change things/ Change scenes from take one to take whatever you want/ Clever punks in the streets with guns and empty stomachs/ See you with a house on your neck and they want it/ But what would you expect from a kid with no vision/ A kid with no hope forget he won’t listen/ No joke only smiles at his enemies/ With bad luck like a child of the Kennedys/ It sounds wild but its common as cornbread/ All around town looking down and more sad than ever/ Stuck in a cage one hell of a zoo/ Wonder back in the days what would Fela do
Wish I could deliver a quick fix but there ain’t none/ And its quicker to quit but we aint done/ And we can’t run but so sick of this shit/ Ready to break from the grip of the tricks/ And be on time for my date with Fait/ Cus I’m ready to shine ready to climb and ready to wait/ And ready for whatever coming out of the gates/ On my Fela ready for the fight ready for the great
|
||||
8. |
We Love Music
03:57
|
|||
We Love Music
Turn the lights down we bout to heat up/ I got the mic now, forget about it, I got the right crowd/ So turn the beat up and me up insuring the sound/ Is where you feel it vibrating, feel the high waiting/ Then we up, way up, higher than clouds/ Hands in the sky waving, amazing, living in the feeling of now/ Feeling famous, even if I’m still on the couch writing to strangers/ Feeling like I’m building the evidence of love in the present tense/ Above any governments or anger/ And above whatever your color is, whoever your mother is/ Together we gonna get through changes/ Sitting at the top of the precipice, the flock and the shepherd mix/ A shot of benevolence, we anxious-ly/ Await a way to make our way to the front row/ Loving every minute that we in it and want more/ Screaming out!
We love music, real music/ From the blues to jazz ill music/ Hip hop in my heart true blueprint/ Never tear us apart, it’s a movement
The pen and pad might as well be my lifeline for real/ At night time during the worst times my meal/ A verse of lines written to curse time/ And fitted with specific analytics to nurse minds, ill/ Beats G-DO, for all of what that I know/ The homie never sleeps, he go/ To the next level like its written in stars I fit it in bars/ You get in parts and hit the pause in your cars then/ Forgetting you lost, just cruising/ Moving to the beat of the drum that’s in the music/ Moving out your seat to the sun where you can see everyone/ Holding the key to the dumb and just lose it/ Now we all trapped in a good time, clapping in good time/ I’m rapping you dancing and happen to glance in/ The light and see the night of your life having your hands/ To sky while I’m lighting this mic we all stand saying
Chorus – We love music…
Slow up, but don’t stop, bounce with it pronounce wit it/ Yeah sweat another ounce with it/ Breakers I’ll bout with it, ladies making a move/ To sway the wallflowers from the womb breaking the rules/ Haters I’ll lose so they stay away from the rooms where/ The sun and moons are creating a tune that’s there/ Rocking til noon never stop and assume/ That when we drop in it’s Hip Hop and to the clocks we immune
Forever we tied wherever we tired/ If you find a measure then I promise I’ll fill in the lines/ If you under weather then I’m with you against the tides/ Must be in our feathers birds in a flock flying together/ And whatever the odds of us being in charge are/ We bout to beat em like its not even hard bars/ Over these beats come complete free of charge cus/ Music and me share the beat of one heart love
|
||||
9. |
Confusion Everywhere
04:33
|
|||
Confusion Everywhere
A young lady throwing up in class/ A son at home sixteen growing up too fast on her own/ A seed sewn growing in her tummy/ Trying to study math but she too damn hungry/ Searching the streets for a new man and money but coming up short/ So she tried a new sport running in back seats with dummies/ Code name walking the back streets is honey/ She used to be as sweet as the sunshine/ But cold now only crack a smile at lunch time/ And in her soul she old now don’t sound good/ Playing games with boys looking for childhood/ What she found was a wild hood where now and then/ People get found drowned without a doubt of when / They lost the ground in the race running but out of wind/ Without a sound or trace then it begins again/ Confusion everywhere!
A young lady throwing up in the trash/ Her belly was full that’s why she throwing up in the trash or/ Maybe because the cover of a magazine/ Had a her favorite singer looking like she like to sag her jeans/ But she a size zero and she 5’9”/ Her waistline looking like she need to find swine/ And just pig out put the coke down/ Cut through her clothes cus her hip bones poke out/ But no hokey pokey just hocus pocus/ A magic trick leaving women sick and feeling hopeless/ Trying to lose more but now its all gone/ Killing herself, thinking that her flaws gone/ But the only error was the mascara/ Packed over a patch on her lash where a/ Sparkle was shining sharper than diamonds/ Lost and dying exhausted a search for self and finding/ Confusion everywhere!
The young man turned man of the house/ The only man he knew was He-Man and the army scouts/ He look hard like he carved of a drought/ Everywhere is a scar with no regard for the large amounts of pain/ His mother suffers working hard to doubt/ That he’s headed for the yard where his father bounced a shame/ Seeing what he became she blame herself for it/ Pregnant at 14 with no help for it/ She would have aborted couldn’t afford it/ Then at 16 found herself holding a daughter damn/ Dropped out of school turned prostitute/Throwing up her food trying to gain a trick or two/ But to no avail all she know is hell/ She wanna find peace where the angels dwell/ But, how to get there she can’t imagine it/ Looking at her life all she see is a scatter with/ Confusion everywhere!
|
||||
10. |
FELA
05:11
|
|||
F.E.L.A.
A wise man, born in a bad land torn/ Between being what was in the teaching of the preachers or taking the form/ Of his mother, black activist in the war and his brothers/ Both practicing the medicine of westerners, settlers/ Selling development, only if you Shell or you well off/ Off Fela flew to the center of it all/ Londontown home of the crown where he saw rejection/ Wasn’t wanted for his color no matter the inflection / Of his English genius mean with his fingers/ Making people sing what he dreamed to redeem us
No good as a follower/ Fela switched it up and went to college for/ Music over the doctors started a band and making it proper/ Taking the hand of Remi mother of Femi, and plus Yeni and Sola/ Soldiers back in Nigeria appearing to hold up/ They own for control of the oil and to go nuts/ Raping and killing pillaging til it blow up and life end/ Right then Fela took a trip to the land of Americans land of the arrogance/ Landed in LA and met the panthers and ever since/ The answer in the song was to fight for every inch
On a quest for a place to call home/ Laid to rest the place he called home / Changed the rest his name that of a slave / And so he became Anikulapo death his pocket he raised / A place for his people to be free / A state a republic in the maze / With no demo craze crazy demonstration of democracy ablaze / Engaging situations where hypocrisy is praised / Zombies up in Fela’s crib with an army beating up the kids / Raping the women making a criminal of freedom / Put his mother through the window no wonder why we grieve him
A man for all people well I guess there is / Exceptions if you on the wrong side of the election list or / You get a check from kids left in shit left to live / With nothing but a plan for survival / A plan for right now no future to fight for / But hold tight ya’ll look at the light ya’ll / Fela showed us the way showed us a life full / Of passion power poetry in motion / With a sax and hours devoted to showing / The task is ours to grow from the blows / And the ashes to flowers Felatastic!
|
If you like G-DO & Xception, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp