live from Fort Wayne

[Sankofa]

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwik42D_e60[/youtube]

it's that sick cat, he's at it again
live from Fort Wayne with a vat of a pen

Pull the pin and throw blow a rotator cuff
frozen in the throes of death, and the flow ate it up
so make enough scratch for Theodore's happiness
find the apathetic and smack them with an activist
what happens is an act of bliss mixed with fresh beats
and writing raps for you to repeat 'til next week
it gets deep then the puddle is drained
I make love to beats with words, no hustling game
I'm just hoping to craft something getting up in your veins
a side dish of head nod with constructive refrains
no puppets arranged, or bucket of cain, stuck in the same
find extension cords bring a Kirby Pucket of pain
my truck is the aim...satisfied when the vibe is fat
find your ears baptized by tribes of rap
stay moving, man there's no time to slack
parade bruises, minimum my mind's Iraq

it's that sick cat, he's at it again
live from Fort Wayne with a vat of a pen

at times I lack tact but I can't disguise truth
especially when the world's a place where all your lies ooze
I hurt feelings, but it's not like i try to
honestly, my empathy level is minute
why do...I even try to explain myself
i don't understand your reasoning, you need a bit of seasoning
you're not fly, here's a scrap of a beetle wing
you can't draw prints, don't try to see the king
singing disease and things, treason clings
those diamonds are on loan Visa'd bling
got my ego inflated, better see the shrink
when it boils down, i'm an evil thing
I'm Moises Alou in a game of pea knuckle
you're not going to win, so I'm showing a grin
beats couple with my voice to make a faster masterpiece
I drop a new tape dastardly to go and fracture half the streets

it's that sick cat, he's at it again
live from Fort Wayne with a vat of a pen

now all the sudden all the little ones are asking me
was that you in the paper, why were you in it?
I just smile and am thankful kindergarteners can't read yet
I'm Sankofa, Mister B the seasoned vet
with a heart so cold, the mic can freeze to death
and this rap thing's a way for me to ease some stress
find me breathing demon breath upon your team's cadets
A N K O F A but it needs the S
he's seems adept at making sense of it, these cats are sensitive
emoting effortless they're moping over comatose and pessimist
make up the first half envelope the rest of it
some tend to grope the messages, folks hope to fetch a bit
slow mo the premise slipped slick off of the slip mat
punch up 911

[rezin]

broadway.

took me a minute, until i saw the low bobs, haha.

wonderful tune.

so whats the deal, you releasin these "friends" tracks?

i want them all.

[Sankofa]

The Music with Friends 1 tracks will be on a free download-only release. I've a buddy of mine who will be hosting the stuff at his site and I'll then make it available at obeseamerica.com

[Sankofa]

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUmsNnfato0[/youtube]

Rise and then wait for the shine to begin
Dying’s a part of it all and time is its twin
So I hit the studio with a rime and a grin
No kind of chagrin, I’m just fine with a spin

Another languid day about the same as the previous
Shamefacedly, I’m staying chained to the media
Weeding the weakness out of this frame, cowardice, pain
Came clean, rearranged but the loudness remained
Now to the name, man I swear I thought it was original
Caught up into dissing then I saw that raw was digital
Promenades and visual vigils for all the candle lighters
Wax craters, wack rappers that act greater but lack flavor
Let the track labor over acres of painstaking
In this sweatbox, my feet stay pacing
Basing words upon pawned experience from years passed.
You’ve got something relevant? Let me hear that.
Then we near fact. That becomes intimidating.
The crack of drums and image fading, soon it’s into hating
Waiting, biding my time, ‘til time tells the truth
Genetically engineered son of next to sell the youth

Rise and then wait for the shine to begin
Dying’s a part of it all and time is its twin
So I hit the studio with a rime and a grin
No kind of chagrin, I’m just fine with a spin

Under stress and tons of duress, it’s all imaginary
Feeling trapped and buried, obligated to act contrary
A lung black canary coughing up pieces of coal
Miners asleep as the cars creep, weak in the soul
The old beach is patrolled, retirees hire thieves
Sly pariah creeds find debris, mindless sweep
Sleek and weak in the knees, seeking glock opportunity
Met chaos with hatred and walked off with unity
I’ve got photos of friends from a trip that was made
New shoes, In n Out burgers, different arrays
So I’ll flashback a bit, you can listen away
Go and ask if it’s bliss and I’ll sit and appraise
And say, you’re damn right, I had a ball and then some
So I took this AO beat with a voice and then I dent drums
Friends have been bugging me to visit and I finally listened
So here is my life, minus revision

Rise and then wait for the shine to begin
Dying’s a part of it all and time is its twin
So I hit the studio with a rime and a grin
No kind of chagrin, I’m just fine with a spin

I’m into fat raps, I’ve got no faith for the thinning
The fans lazily spinning, I'm awake and the day is beginning
taking a minute to scribble some bits of it to remember it by
too busy living my own life to be the inventor of lies, rendering blight
just giving vocal venom to trembling mics, appendages tight
taking aim at a goal after I get it in sight
With great care, I edit it right then I rinse repeat
With these two hands-my only interest in the industry
If i can't make it with talented producers and friends
I know I'll lose in the end
Batter voyeurism, paparazzi bruising the lens
Who can defend relentless sentences like this?
Too many thoughts fly swift, man, I’m hurting the psychics
They’ve got me rocking foil hats
So they can’t hear my unrecorded yet to be written straight up destroyer raps
All that and a ploy attached
To have you listening to song craft
Not another bong blast
Former Son of Zadok
Now holding it down for my city, Fort Wayne hops
Far from a weeded cook, you can win the bake off
And stay soft as hard poses become the format
You’re married to an image, but follow it up with a divorce stat

[rezin]

excellent.

[The_Dude]

sweeeeeet