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Let the drums pound, start a countdown
And how art thou? I’m fine
And, this rhyme? ….all about style
Right now, switch it up, proceed to another route
Go further out, far beyond the mortal realm you know about
Showing out, no real reason, just instinct
In sync with the universe, a cosmic entity
My energy radiating bright like there’s ten of me
Like KMC. Have a tendency to honor true MCs
Whose rightful legacy’s often absent like truancy
It’s lunacy, between you and me, it had me losing sleep
Had to learn, hard to earn is more than just empty speak
What’s a peak? I’m Keni Burke rising like a beak and wings
I’ve seen some things, reveals my age similar to trees and rings
Wondering, how can I get that songbird to sing?
My answer? Take it by the day like a calendar
The challenger must’ve not saw my last encounter
The ten count didn’t matter, hurts to watch their ego shatter
But I got a job to do, line em and watch em scatter
Plus I got em pinpointed, and my style’s been poignant
Still find time to laugh, bathe in some enjoyment
This important, it’s a hinge moment, an intense omen
Hence I go with the flow, word to Prince Po
One rap’s greatest lyricists, plus other gifts
As for me, Imma ask the genie for another wish
In time they’ll discover this is loving like a mother’s kiss
Pump your fist if you wanna if you wanna hear a bit more of this
OK, I see you in my mind, so I’ll proceed with a different script
Efficient with my words and the rhythms that I mix em with,
Bliss and wit, origin unknown like fish n chips
Your hissy fits? (la, la, la, la), not listening
And, yeah, I know that feeling too, in fact, I find it interesting
My discipline tells me keep working like we’re mission men
Eventually we’ll hook some more like fishermen
I wish to win, yet feeling tired like a Michelin
Hence the bad joke…that’s the price of admission kids
Hook: Must I remind you, I’m designed to flow…
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The Future is Great
02:21
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This is brain food, patience and trust, my main tools
Trust in myself, and I trust that I can’t lose
Due to the fact don’t worry about who's who
Focus on myself, easy task for a recluse
…But no web of deception not trying to confuse
Answers right there in your face like Blue Clues
Let the violin play, to calm a violent state
And try to find the space to create
And, for those that relate, take time to thank you
And, for the loved ones who it ignored it, praise due
You showed me the light, so I switched to phase two
Wade through…the rough waters, plus, a maze too
Angst grew from setbacks, that’s why I let tracks
Provide insight and take flight like jet packs
The future is great...
Subliminal Hook: Make the future a promise...
And, if I got a second chance, what would I differently
One thing for sure, mark some friends as enemies
Seriously, it’s frustrating but curiously I wonder
Are their acts malicious or a blunder?
Sometimes it feels the same, the pain takes us under
AMC ate his own words then switched to numbers
A truth hunter, I’ve been tracking it for years
But every time I catch it’s scent it just disappears
It’s crystal clear, has no intentions of being found
Fine, when it sneaks back in town, I’ll still be around
TRUTH…I'm right here!
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False or True
03:22
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False starts, I choose the fairway like golf carts
with all sorts of rhymes in my head, it’s all art
Official with a stamp of approval and hallmark
I’m not trying to shoot for the stars then fall hard
To be Frank, ain’t trying to go diamond like ballparks
But still trying to grab a FEW ears, small starts
Here’s a lil sumpin for those with a keen ear
Like King Lear, lost love known to bring tears
Or rage, but now I’m in a passionate state
PRAISE, plan to stay that way till my casket’s encased
GRAVE, engraved with my finest quote chose from my last days
Preferably something personal with poetic phrase
Set to phase, a stun gun, shaking up airwaves
Minus the shock value, guess it comes with the grays
Aging with grace, make amazing mistakes
Still, I bake my own cakes, then start feeding my face
Raising the stakes, raisins or dates?
Agents or mates?, cages or grates? Phases or states?
All so close, YET still far apart
And you can’t always tell the difference from the start
Intimate art, I bare every part of my heart
Don’t know how to stand still, life imitate shark
I dwell in the dark, searching like Lewis and Clark
And, then add a new chapter to my life story arc
Subliminal Hook: Testify…
False Conclusion, maybe it’s all an illusion
A full-bred square peg, on the ball of confusion,
The truth’s a lie, at least five tenths the time
I’m being generous in interest of trying to enshrine
Some magic moments since tainted, a shame ain’t, I can’t explain it
It’s like I speak foreign language, and can’t change it
Tried in vain, the vein? ain’t really trying to drain it
That thought’s heinous, but we can only take so much anguish
At times, even to myself I felt a stranger
I dodged danger, including my own hands, from anger
A cliffhanger, but followed the steps of Miss Gaynor
Then lived long enough to learn pain’s the remainder
It never fades, sometimes it wanes in old age
I write my best days, a message like O’Jays
I feign I’m OK, I play the whole game
No blame, no sense putting flame to propane
Leading to no gain, losing the one thing
Said to set the scales, finally balance the beam
I stare at a screen, trying to figure out what it means
I mean ANYTHING, reality is split at the seams
And everyday we gotta navigate scams and schemes
I try to believe, I’ll receive some sort of reprieve
And if my vision stays clear, then I’m bound to achieve
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Subliminal Hook 1: I summon all mystical powers...s (3Xs)
This is interactive, I react to science and magic
A force of habit, to let my imagination hold me captive
My mind adaptive to any witchcraft that you practice
One of many facets pushing me towards ataraxis
My pain ain’t passive, and healing comes slow as molasses
Kill all masters, replace em with the will of the masses
And take our chances, that that’s a form of mental advancement
An enhancement, improvement on our current circumstances
I search for answers, and teach an elephant what ant is
A steady hand, surgically removing culture cancers
In future stanzas, I’m still trying to sort through my findings
I stay reminding…myself they never DIE from my kindness
The bottom line is, most people are as fickle as time is
That wisdom’s timeless, familiar like the sweet smell of pine is
And I’m a pilot, taking flight to Avra island
That’s not aligning? suggest you read the book in the binding
Love is blinding, some people are immune to confinement
And like my writing, love is cryptic like The Shining
I gave up trying, let the doves go, sent them flying
If they return and I’m not there, how could I possibly fi nd em?
I toppled giants, and almost sold my soul for the science
I slept with lions in dreams, and woke up to their defiance
But I survived it, waking in my bed feeling frightened
I feel enlightened…yet and still despite all the brightness
My stress is heightened, life seems like a futile assignment
I study symbols in numbers, incantations of wonder
Astral travel in slumber, carve a scepter from lumber
I cue the drummer, and tell em put their weight on the hits
I’m trying to warn the ancestors that the problems persist
I’m in the midst of a failure, on the brink of success
More or less, I guess that’s just the curse of the blessed
Hook: Pondering my life as I look into my orb…
Subliminal Hook 2: Some people won’t give science a chance…
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My personality? Man, I got a wide array
Do you really wanna see It on full display?
My dues are paid, but struggle still rules the day
It’s like a pool game, still trying to work my aim
The worth of pain ain’t measured by the hurt it brings
And certain things ain’t really worth the gain
My purpose? CHANGE the ways that don’t serve me well
Fight tooth and nail, if not, I DESERVE to fail
That’s harsh words, but I don’t sugarcoat these tales
I keep them pure in their form like the mourning wails
Of a child first learning that the heart is frail
Ain’t hard to tell, love can be hard to sell
Much less give, and it feels so odd to fail
Can probably tell, I’m a newly evolving shell
Trying to focus my direction like a monorail…
If this is it, let me get one final kiss
Upon my lips, that’s not my fondest wish
It’s just a thought in the moment, that’s what honest is
A modernist, still known to honor his
History, goes deep like archaeologist
Acknowledgments are not why I conjure this
I can’t resist, I can’t let monsters win
They’re monstrous, yeah, that’s probably obvious
Survival rate, depending on the odds we get
And odd is THIS, no signs of being mod-er-rate
And, I’ll admit, that’s old news like Vinyl Skips
So don’t play, here you won’t find no kids
A finalist, finally, but remind me this
Is the prize worth more than what the problems is?
It hardly is, I need to see a pharmacist
And, we can skip the prescription, I know just the fix
The question is, what’s the cure for nothingness?
The lust of men, corrupts and erupts within
Worsening conditions it’s a must we win
It’s us or them, I’m trying to adjust to this…
Justices who don’t seem to know what justice is
So many layers, can god even answer our prayers?
Or is he just too busy with his own affairs?
The bonus years, is what it appears this is
Appearances are not quite what mirrors is
In seriousness, I’m just trying to bury the myth
We’re guaranteed something better if we follow the scripts
Tomorrows a gift, or one step towards the abyss
Between me and reality, I’m sensing a rift
The tension is thick, the sands of time pass quick
I full stuck…but false hope is the only rope I get
Subliminal Hook: You’ll sink very deeply…
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It’s been some years since I first heard its song
That’s assuming it’s the same bird all along
Right or wrong, think we formed a bond that’s strong
Listen to the melodies as I lay and yawn
Sometimes it’s late nights, or an early rise
I wish life was as beautiful as its song implies
I close my eyes, let the music be my guide
It sings with pride, I wish the sound was amplified
A medicinal experience, felt worldwide
For those concerned, YES, I’ve been certified
To declare its existence as sanctified
I thank the skies, for allowing it a space to fly
So it returns, and lets me push my woes aside
A brief relief, a moment to be free from grief
A form of peace, multi-purpose like a coral reef
Its form of speech, not the sort of thing you can teach
That’s a gift from the universe, sung from the trees
A true composer, I’d love to hear all its work
No comparison, but similar to Roland Kirk
Every note a surprise, but in perfect tune
So healing to the soul, trying to soothe the wounds
We can’t assume, how long it will share its gift
The search for the bliss, that bird is a certain fit
Every song helps define what my purpose is
Zoos or circuses? naw, let that bird for free
And when it does, it will live in my memory
The simple things, sometimes are just the thing we need
I must concede, never seen its beak or wings
Stare out the window, trying to see the branch where it’s perched
But here’s the thing, it feels like an endless search
It seems to blend with the environment, I take that mean
That songbird prefers to be the sound unseen
HOOK: A sight unseen, a sound that’s heard
I just hope that bird gets the last word…rarghhhh..
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Meditational Chaos
02:00
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This a rabbit hole, how far are you willing to go?
From the heights of the mind? To the depths of the soul?
Don’t need a poll, the weight puts a toll on your purpose
The whole earth is starting to feel a lot like a circus
Not trying to discourage, I’d rather nourish, regret is worthless
I’m trying flourish, instead of just scratching the surface
My moral compass encompasses attraction to
Adverse actions which lurk among us
Seek to overcome us, and spread like a fungus
Absolutely repugnant…like most factions of government
ACTING like the ark the covenant, that’s some otherness
Humbleness can be its own reward, but you run the risk
Of being overlooked, sometimes I’d rather be numb from bliss
It’s fun to wish upon star…that’s not a plan
I weave the strands of DNA, creating a new man
Here stands a new being, origins from Nubian regions
Trained in interstellar MCing, this is a briefing
My origin story is too hard to believe, so I keep it hidden
At least for now, until I finally make the decision
Confirm suspicions I was forged in a different dimension
A cataclysm, a million years of fusion and fission
A slow transition till I finally come to fruition
Born with vision to strategize against your attrition
Present position feels a lot like a prison
Though I know it isn’t, but think it was inspired thereof
Push comes to shove, perception is a powerful drug
Second to love, but I’m willing…to DIE for the queen bee
We seem free until we see just what their scheme be
Routinely trying to get us more like machinery
I don’t follow programming, and MCing means to me…
Meditational Chaos
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