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I fly a spaceship
See Me
Feel Me
Touch Me
Heal Me
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I ordered the Watts Prophets album and they mailed me a Gil Scott Heron album and a record of live performances from the Apollo Theatre in 62 called Moms Mabley “Young Men Sî, Old Men No”
never heard of it but its kinda funny I guess. A little strange.
Watts Prophets
Saul Williams
Gil Scott Heron
The Last Poets
muMs da Schemer
anyone have anymore poets along these lines, please suggest me some.
Create The World Around You - [Mis]Anthropy Beats
Tryin to get 20+ heads to be in it. Its gonna be in the woods by the homies house and everyones gonna be blacked up. Hoodie, pants and im gonna buy a gang of black bandanas and then get my symbol “[M]” on the front of mine
we’re going to march thru woods with torches and walk up to this fire and there will be a girl there tied to a pole or something and there will be a potato sack tied over her head and she;ll be in all white and we’re gonna sacrifice her to hip hop. just not sure how im gonna like do that ya know. stab or some shit. but its gonna be dark as fuck man. like some cult shit
thats just my brain storm idea right now. still figuring out details but this is what it is so far. This is gonna be really dark for a hip hop video, but its paying homage to Clyde Cambell, KRS One, Grand Master Flash, Gil Scott Heron, Afrika Bambaataa, Curtis Blow and The Last Poets.
WHO THE FUCK IS TAGGING THIS AESOP ROCK!? HOLY SHIT I AM SO INFURIATED RIGHT NOW! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME TUMBLR!!!!
GIL SCOTT HERON! LEARN YOUR SHIT MOTHER FUCKERS!
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Create the World Around You | Misanthropy Beats
Brand new track! Make sure you all check it out and do more than just hear it, listen!
you can always turn around
“I am death!” cried the vulture for the people of the light
Karon brought his raft from the sea that sails on souls
And saw the scavenger departing, taking warm hearts to the cold
He knew the ghetto was a haven for the meanest preacher ever known
In the wilderness of heartbreak and a desert of despair
Evil’s clarion of justice shrieks a cry of naked terror
Taking babies from their mamas, leaving grief beyond compare
So if you see the vulture coming, flying circles in your mind
Remember there is no escaping for he will follow close behind
Only promise me a battle, battle for your soul and mine
And mine
