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A Crowd Of A Million
02:00
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2. |
The Rebellion
04:19
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Everythings On Deck
04:26
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You can catch me up north, matter of fact im on the border
If you wonder where I get my swag from, its Minneapolis, Minnesota
Thug city…..you can see that on my brim
If you ever mention “King Sandman” they know, cant nobody fuck wit him
I became a light a long time ago, now im in the field setting niggaz on fire every chance I get
Taking you to another dimension when I write like a prophet, leaving you in a trance when I spit,
Like a 30 round clip, ima hit’em in the head and the heart and the nutsack
You in the hood claiming you a real nigga, but you steady killing niggaz in the hood, man fuck that
Now when the po-po kill one of yours, I can bet my soul you niggaz wont bust back,
That’s the definition of a “real nigga” according to the pigs, nigga trust that shit
Im in the hood everyday trying to teach a little brother how to be respected,
Suicide/genocide been injected like a disease, and we’re all infected
But I never expected for it to be this hard to get love from my own kind,
Living in a fantasy of my own mind, but reality stopped me like a clothes line
My notebook is a gold mine, so let me dig til I hit my destiny
Or til the feds come arresting me for terroristic threats on the devil I see ahead of me
They don’t want no drama, fuck naw they don’t want no drama
Heat’em up slow like a sauna, kill’em all period, no comma
Eat’em up quick like parana, then go back for seconds
Little niggaz in the hood talking wreckless, hang em up high by the necklace (why?)
Cause we came hear on the same boat, and was hung up by the same throat,
Now these bitch-niggaz wanna bang, folks? Man they gotta be off that caine smoke
Kill’em all, send em all to the flames, joe, no remorse cause they never woulda came close to understanding the mission of each and every one of the blood cells running through my vains bro
I got kids in the hood looking up to me, waiting to do whatever that I do,
So if I kill a nigga, they gonna ride too, and if a cop kill me, they gonna die too,
Everythings on deck prepared for war, whenever they ready to crack it off,
Put the pressure on the frontline, no surrender, no retreat, and never no backing off,
Cut em off at the base, leave them up-rooted, make sure that they don’t grow,
Then bury them under the concrete and send them to Hades where all of the souls go
Revolutionary gangster, the star of America’s nightmare
And when the funk pops off, all bullshit aside, my killers is gonna be right there
Only got a little bit more time left, so im giving it to you raw til it aint no more breath in my body, til I reach syncope….near death, cause I swim with the sharks and don’t even get wet,
Any way you put it, everythings on deck, don’t expect nothing less when you mess with a vet
Twin Cities, Minnesota rep one big set, if you niggaz aint wit it, you can get chin-checked,
29 down, still aint met none yet that’s fucking with the King, tell me what you wanna bet
aint a nigga like me that can spit it like a jet, but keep it all true while you play like a pet,
im my own man, if you really wanna test, we can take it to the streets or whatever works best,
if you really wanna battle then you better go assess what it is you trying to do before you turn it to a mess
then ima have to clean it all up, and send it away to Scottie to beam it all up,
cause we live by the code and we die by the game, if you see what you saw, better keep your mouth shut (zip it up)
all you rap niggaz finna get crushed, and all you fake trap niggaz finna get flushed,
bite a nigga style thinking that’s whats up? I don’t even get offended, you just make me blush
I put it down in my city, no lie, better check a nigga history,
Before you run-up and talk a whole lot of bullshit that you don’t know nothing about,
Steady bluffing, condemning a mystery,
You better know what it is to me, its always the same and its never gonna change,
This is an attempt to wake all of you up before we send-it-up and go out with a BANG
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Straight Jacket
03:42
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5. |
Sing You A Song
04:43
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Came up in a system of section 8 and welfare
And people from elsewhere like Bel-Air pay my heath care
Hustle!
That’s automatic, (I) cant be living of that allowance
Cause people be getting lazy (by) thinking that money flows like a fountain
There was nothing laid out for me from mama and papa
So I gotta get mine, even if it means my block’ll go “Blocka”
The drama don’t stop until somebody lay dead in the grave
Or gone in the head and enslaved with only a bed in my cage
But I cant go down that road…. you can drown that, bro
So I found that flow, and I make it sound so cold
If I can get it to pay my bills, then I live my dreams
Otherwise this nightmare lives, real as them midnight screams
When I hear them gunshots rip, hit the flesh of another brother
A casualty….self-inflicted, while these wheels just hover
And suddenly I discover that my mission is somewhere other that’s somewhere way above us, but for now im just….
Im just gonna sing you a song full of my pain so im not alone
And you can know that you’re not alone
when you feel so trapped that you cant go on
see, I just wanna live my life
see, but life got a way that makes it hard to do right
but tell me how am I wrong when I…..
tell me how am I wrong when I…..
Waking up at 5AM to my mama coming in the house yelling
“Wake UP”
“Dudes up the block wont give me whats mine! Now, what you gonna do?”
pray up
then grab that “Millie May” and a extra clip for the back-up
thin ice under my feet, but I walk with the weight of a tractor
situation: Dirty
huh, more like disaster
so disastrous ima have to keep silent about what came after
but, better know im no actor, I really be living the life of a G
in the belly of the beast where we all creep
trying to find another way to eat, cause its no peace
no piece of the pie, when they split up their fortune, we get no portion
but how can you label them “haters” when you see the bs that we be endorsing
like: money, cars, and clothes, and hoes,
“When the J’s hit the stores, man I gotta get those”
“And Ill leave’em all froze if they ever contend me or one of my bros, fasho”
….warrior mentalilty running in my veins and they don’t even know, lets go
im repping my people all over the globe, and im ready to show my soul
let the God run through me while I go head to head with the devil
dead to dead is my level, you can get fed the lead from a rebel
demons coming at me from every direction, moving at the speed of darkness
but I move at the speed of light, and through darkness I have sight,
if you really wanna battle me, you better be ready for a million to take flight,
look in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a satellite,
or it just might be the ones that have been around before even the sun
the day will come where all of the evil deeds will be done
and we all will be one
kingdome come, come kingdome come, come
the return of the Alpha-Omega
and after him their shall be none
but for now….. im just gonna sing you a song……
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6. |
Guns Drugs Robbery Murda
03:49
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7. |
Way Down
06:30
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8. |
Ready 4 Anythang
05:32
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This evening, we gone see who you believe to be the best
Ccc sec’s and it aint no need for me to guess
Ancient tongues is what I speak to feed that need that’s deep in your chest
And hopefully, what you receive makes you and me relieve the stress
Yes, yes, I am the king and I intend to keep the thrown,
If you think you can compete with MDG then bring it on
See, nor hear no evil, no “elite” can teach me wrong
‘cause he who created me made me a “G” all on my own
now tell me, who the fuck want war with the God im warning you
im warning you because its spiritual law for what im gonna do
(what you gonna do?)
let it burn (set’em on fire) let it burn
fill the urn, bet they learn
no remorse, I prayed for them so many times
I bled, I cried, I gave my mind, and now I gotta come and take whats mine
Now on your knees, break yourself
I need your soul, or at least whats left
I can set’em free, but they still wont fly probably
That’s why when they try to box me, they “Glass Joe” and im “Ali”
So many styles its (thousands) not even worth counting
From inches to miles to counties, even countries, no boundaries
Im all over the place, style like water, transform……
To the air, then to the fire, then to the earth, and leave every man scorned
I been piecing this puzzle together since birth, I mean since land formed
And that means that Im made up of earth-mind, and God-body, and Man-born
Now that’s too deep for most,
Back to the surface…..Heat the toast,
Back to the purpose…. Peeps and Folks, C’s and B’s, we need to focus
Gotta be ready for war whenever they ready to kick it off
Cause we in they home field,
this shit is so real
They let a killer run free, but they locking niggaz up for dope deals?
I just cant understand it, but then again, yes I do
I read in the basic instructions before leaving earth, and the story I read was true
If this is the time that they said was to come, and if we are the ones
Then lets gather and pray
They’re blowing the whistle to start up the game
When we break from this huddle, be ready to play!
I mean ready for ANYTHING!!
If you’re ready for anything say “oh yea” (oh yea)
Cause if you aint, then they taking off your head
Now one more time, gone ‘head, if you ready say oh yea
Bust ya guns in the air like you don’t care
Them cowards are so scared, if you tired say oh yea
Tryin to elevate so I can fly higher than most air
The Messiah said “go there”, if you fired up, say oh yea
I walk on waters where most of them wont dare
Supreme wisdom, they say my advantage is no fair
They mad cause I wont share, cause most of them don’t care
I consider my songs prayers, most just don’t have the vision
My vibe is Harriet Tubman, You niggaz is Willie Lynch-ing
Don’t give a damn if you’re Christian, Muslim, or Buddhist living
The only way to see God is through death, I need no religion
They giving tips to my children on how to end up in prison,
Details on whipping in kitchens? To me that sound like you snitching
These rappers be like “But bro, famo, that’s all I know”
But I don’t be trying to hear it, the fault is no one’s but yours
When I came up, yes, I was poor, im no stranger to struggle
But when do we break the cycle? When do we remove the muzzle?
And say what needs to be said, to bring us back to our senses
No fear of ending up dead, no fear of the consequences
Im sick of bowing my head, hoping ALLAH come rinse us….
Of all the blood that we bled, I feel the spirit of vengeance
Decendants of King Yahweh, Hallelujah Yahuwa
Still screaming “free Larry Hoover” so now they watch my maneuvers
I do them just how they do us, watching their every move up
Cause they don’t care ‘bout our future, daily the po-po prove it
They leave us with cuts and bruises, treat us like less than humans
When all we wanted was freedom and YOU created this nuecance
Yes YOU created this nuisance, this ironic congruence to revalations
This language I speak so fluent through music……….
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9. |
Dont Just Stand There
03:37
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King Sandman Atlanta, Georgia
King Sandman does it all. From writing, to production, to the final mix/master. His music can be described as melodic, sycopated, and very unpredictable. He is currently creating his 6th album which is not yet titled. His music is dynamic because it reflects his many stages of life, and as long as he has life, there will be music about it. ... more
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