1. |
Return of the Dirty Mic
02:54
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Return of the Dirty MC
Chorus
Back with the old school, tell me how you feeling now
Reapa back with the old school, tell me how you feeling now
Reapalife come with the old school, tell me how you feeling now
DP on the mike, tell me how you feel
Verse One
Back from the ever present, with tribal lessons
The magical, the mystical, the force we call the lyrical
Designed to elevate the mind state, to raise and innovate
We grab the microphone and our lyrics they got to devastate
Forces of the negative, sedative, so repetitive
Rampant illness on the verbals, I bring the medicine
Too many be practice the art without a license
Burn as they learn, it’s the return, of the wisest
Reaching through the chaos, restoring all the order
Flushing all the negative, out with holy water
Gift of the oracle, sage up on the mike
I’m manifesting God’s power, resurrecting all life
Choose to abuse it, silent when you lose it
Paradox in the art, promulgate confusion
Resurrect the cipher, karma be the law
Invisible, trump the miserable, that’s what you never saw
Verse Two
Sadistic stylistics be coming with hieroglyphics
Graffiti for the needy interpreting verbal mystic
Word manifestation, elevate the nation
The representation with the right motivation
First sound of the drum, hear the boom-boom?
Messiah ‘bout to be reborn, vacate the room
The head space, a real holy space, you get the gas face
Back talk, residual chalk, you off the board erased
Never need the gun ‘cause the knowledge make’em run
Black male me? I’m kin to the sun.
Light, warmth, heat, illumination in the solar
Ice cold, pimp strut, freezer burn, polar
Contemplate the rhyme ‘fore I manifest a lyric
Truth to the youth, what I speak, when they hear it
When Reapa on the mike, ya’ll suckas hit the deck
‘Cause the soldier ‘bout to roll up, hold up! Much respect.
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2. |
Driving Me Crazy
02:58
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Driving Me Crazy
Chorus
It’s been so long.
All my life.
Cant’ take it!
It’s driving me crazy.
Verse One
Back up on the mike and I’m coming out blasting
On fools that play and think they rolling right past me
But I don’t need to touch you to put the hex on ya
Shut down you system, wrecks effects on ya
Bury your claptrap and plant some begonas
You coyote ugly and your mama don’t want ya
But I’m gone keep you up for a while, have you sleepless
Reapa got the divine dope game now peep this
I’m on another level, set fire to the devil
Bury his casket, no prints on the shovel
Call it you last chapter, respect you owe me
Come with that wack stuff, act like you don’t know me
Dope flow, nitro, you got nothing to show me
And punks like you WILL kneel before me
Vet in the trenches, you play the benches
Run, ra-run-run-run, bring back defenses.
Verse 2
Ya’ll is useless. Not emcees..excuses.
Don’t like what I’m saying? Then chuck it up, deuces
I ain’t the one stuttering behind your back
I drop load like a pigeon when the odds is stacked
Apparently, you didn’t hear me clearly
You would’ve kept them grade school lines from near me
Talking that smack out the side of your neck
I make one phone call then my hood collect
You got me wrongly played like all them others
Asphyxiate your lyrical and now you been smothered
Perpetrate the juice, I spring for rope to make the noose
Emcee snap-a-neck, correct, and will not let you loose
You stuck against the wise and I leave you there hanging and
Slip up off the edge, Reapa got you there dangling
Wack riffs, eclipse, penumbra of the sun
Introduce you to the blade of the grim slim one
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3. |
Funky 4 U
03:16
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Funky 4 You
Chorus
I’m gonna make it feel funky for you
Verse One
We used to hangout, drop a cipher slang out
Had mad beef, but settle without the bang out
We had the girls, cars, clothes, and something good to drink on
Pass me the mike, Reapa ‘bout to get the think on
Throw your hands up in the air, like you don’t care
People say “HO!” We rocking in here
Not a lot of paper, but the rep was ill
Remember when we used to chill?
The lyrics was the way we used to ‘scape them projects
Dime for the dozens, make the wisdom collect
Slipping through the turnstile, head crosstown
Where they spin the crossfade and the funky go down
Dreads, the baldheads, processed with the weave
All fiending for the beat, we came to give you what you need
No knives or guns, no fool be on the trigger
Just a DJ, the wheels of steel, and the zigga-zigga.
Verse Two
Back up at the spot with the boombox pumping
Glass ain’t the only shaking, ‘bout to break something
Girls ‘round the way with the backbone dropping
Can’t resist the cipher, commence the hip-hopping
The heavyweight kid play the human box beat
Backspins and backflips, they quick up on they feet
You knocked up out the cipher, ‘cause you came with wack rhyme
‘Bout to clock a ten spot, collect it with my dime
You ain’t dope today, you can come back tomorrow
Rework your lyrical and maybe crowds follow
But the odds is stacked and your chance is minimal
Flip the script for the old school and Reapa is the principal
Been representing, only coming with the real
Don’t ride the big wheel deals, I bring you what I feel
Heavster know, what I be talking about
And forever, the overweight lovers in the house
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4. |
Brand New Maverick
03:20
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Brand New Maverick
Chorus
1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shot 4
Reapalife crew knocking up at yo door
It’s da Omaha posse with the brand new Maverick
Sucker emcees naked, ‘cause we stealing they fabric
The game as it was ain’t the game as it is
The big boss playa now controlling the biz
It’s da Omaha posse with the brand new Maverick
Taking out these wack rhymes crews is automatic
Verse One
Landcruiser 4 wheel drive assail the plains
Stainless steel mikes with the maximum range
Got the double steel circulars, stealing hooks like burgulars
Competition running ‘cause they ain’t really heard of us
Reapa DP, verbalizer on the devils
I elevate the image of the wordsmith levels
Step against the Maverick, with rhymes that’s average
Odds 10 to 1 that the results is tragic
You shoulda done yo research a bit mo’ credibly
‘Cause terminating suckers is my rip-rhyme legacy
Reformulate yo lyrical, recalibrate yo balances
Put roses on the graves of my emcee challengers
Reapalife label, the thoroughbred stable
Biblical on ya, does that’s Cain ain’t Abel
So now we in Omaha, the west side flow
The hip-hop cowboy, yippie yi yo
Verse Two
Switchblade cipher, prime ready I’m loaded
The old school dynamite, kaboom it exploded
Timeless wireless, end up coming through yo modem
My rhymes is hard core ‘cause this the way I wrote’em
The D Hill brother from the ATL
1st round TKO, now ring the bell
The meth without a method, the panther not the legend
My body, mind, soul, guaranteed the lethal weapon
A brand new mike up in the Omaha scene
Honed by many years, be the verbal guillotine
Da PSA for the OMA
‘Cause you be DOA if you be coming to play
The doctor done come to rock ya and do ya proper
You pissing in yo pants, now they got to come mop ya
The Mayans say the world is done, you better run
Like a supernova, I swoop over, you gets none
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Release The Blade
(Dedicated to my son Kamau Okembe-RA Kyler Imani)
Chorus
The incongruity of your lack of rhyme purity forces us to take drastic measures.
Lacking an alternative to sanctify the oral, we have no choice.
We have no choice. Release the Blade!
Verse One
When the underground summon, the chief lord lyrical
Stimulate mental pathways, then perform the miracle
Lightning strikes twice or maybe twelve bars
And what cometh forth ain’t for the faintest of heart
Time and space dimensions bent in trapezoidal ways
Have your insides reflected in a mirror for your gaze
Your physical dissected, it’s a verbal autopsy
Convene your special task force, you can’t stop me
The grim slim one came from the base of the pit
Reclaiming the lost souls and rhyme flows from it
The dead bury the dead and blind lead the blind
Sliver of vision, sunlight reflection, it’s the star sign
Speak your epitaph, last words in the wind
Your transgressions of rhyme sessions done reached they end
The judgment signed by the most high exalted
Last thing you feel is the blade, it’s lightly salted
Verse Two
Lights dim, mikes hot, crowd applaud
Emcee perpetration with the fake rhyme hard
But not conscience laden, no need for debating
Your next destination, verbal emasculation
Cut your projection, your ego erection
Your oral manifesting in the wrong direction
Snap your neck from your physical with verbal projectiles
Collect your head like a horseman, but I gots mine
Crowd left with scents of entrails in the horror
But that be where you left them and there is no sorrow
Send back the Comforter, king in my wake
With the secondary blade, cut the real from the fake
And then the real game begins, cards on the table
The coming of the Lord, and you thought it was just a fable
The all-seeing eye rotating and measure lives
Verbal prophets had come but U chose the verbal lies
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6. |
Moving Platform
03:01
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The Moving Platform
Chorus
Keep it moving
Keep it moving
Keep it smooth and
Keep it grooving (Repeat)
Verse One
Trying to block me out, the lyric express lane
‘Cause you drop dime with a rhyme for one street fame
Destiny calling, but you ain’t try to answer
Verbals permeating the conscience like cancer
Ex-Lax to relax you wack track knapsack
Wrote’em way back when we used to take slack
But now we on the ‘vator, escalator to the top
And you cutting rip mike cords, trying to make us drop
Real see real and the god regard manifest
Never made the claim to fame but name me best
Veterans don’t see impediment in the sediment
Ride the double steel circulars, steady pedaling
When we had enough of the obstruct, we rough up
Play the wolf on legions of swine as we huff, puff
Wonder why your concept lines be sagging
You tried the higher level but with too much baggage
Verse Two
Mic checked but not close in the inspection
Make way, da segue, for the infection
Your YouTube vid went viral, from Mecca to Cairo
Ego got you thinking you vital
I deconstruct the semiotics, antidote MC narcotic
Expose your innermost, revealing the thought lethargic
Shards poetic illogic, mannequin poses neurotic
1st round, you going down, ‘cause I been done got it
You a rap session ho, I’m a professional
Teacher on the rhyme and my rhythm be testing you
Mind frame recalibrate and ya’ll is reprobate
Real mikearoni, no phony Sony that innovates
Get this, I get paid for having fun
I’m behind the times, but you catch up with this one
Reapa on the mike, flow sweet like candy
Flights of fancy, so why you there standing?
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7. |
The Mundane Ubermensch
03:17
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The Mundane Ubermensch
Chorus
Might not change in no phone booth
And I might not be Superman for you
But I’m someone’s
Might not save the day for you
But I can talk about the things that I been through
‘Cause I’m someone
Verse One
Not faster than a speeding bullet, know how to dodge
‘Cause my son be need a father when this life it get hard
And my daughter need a role model, of a man with word to follow
Those who play with guns can’t see tomorrow
I’m airborne, still on the ground with the next gig
Take you to the higher level, elevating how you live
My x-ray vision seeing through thought forms
Wordsmith to transmit lyrical stealth bombs
Though I’m eternal, I’m set up to die once
Resurrection my direction as I carry my ankh
No red, white, blue tights, but red, black, green lights
And divine winds calm the flames of the firefight
Ain’t Clark Kent, go cellular, not phone booth
Rewind the lines of time and check my roots
True rap gambler, been calling your punks bluff
Guess you couldn’t find a grade of kryptonite strong enough
Verse Two
Otherworldly, came from collapse of dying planets
From graves of slaves, don’t be taking me for granted
The son of Jah-El with the S on my chest
Which stands for satisfied, I got knowledge of self
I can’t bend steel in the palm of my hand
But I can transform the corrupt in hearts of man
From enemy to friend to me, that be what you gonna be
I’m immune to verbal attack, dwell for eternity
Red mean stop, laser ray war freeze
With green I take flight from the conscience in me
More peace I reach as I teach and I preach and I speak
Never taste the bitter fruit of defeat
All I need now is a Lois in my lane
African consciousness, wavelength the same
Build a family, amidst insanity, the game
DP Da Reapa, God saw the need, called the name
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Malibu (Mental Excursion)
(Dedicated to Malibu and Paradise)
Verse One
Walking in the desert, you need an oasis
Mirage of ménage-a-trois and you can taste it
Dunes hide Shangri-La behind sands
Nirvana be as close as the grand in your hand
There’s a room with a view for a man like you
You get tip top status if you paying your dues
She’ll bring an umbrella keep her dry up in the rain
But her eyes of seduction, have it storming again
Your throat is dry, but you feel intoxicated
Cuervo’s pharaoh, while you there debating
In paradise now, when the deejay spin
Time is eternal in the world you in
Got paid with the grade, got cabbage to spend
Now you play for the next day or you go all in
You say you the man, but you tense up in the seat
While she dancing on the stage, you mental dancing in the sheets
Verse Two
You’d never recognize the royalty on the streets
She the mama with no drama straight walking the beat
Cool and smooth still come the radiation
Can’t be in her presence without the levitation
Like bees to the honey, them brothers do fly
Got a piece of advice, there’s no need to even try
She got love in her life and she don’t be needing you
And the thousands and one things you be trying to do
So save your ego and save your time
‘Cause her mind’s on her money and her money on her mind
Her best friend BR backing up all behind
And her girl’s at home pouring a glass of wine
Satisfy yourself with ten minutes of fame
It’s Russian Roulette with the vet and that’s the game
Get back out in the desert, start journeys anew
Just remember your moment of heaven in Malibu
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9. |
The Image
03:01
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The Image
Chorus
It’s the image
Can’t seem to get it out of my head
It started in slavery
It’s the image
Can’t seem to get it out of my head
We on CP time, ya’ll
Verse One
I’m in love with a symbol, how my life should go
But before me be the real truth that we all know
I be keeping making plans I got no plan to fulfill
I be saying I’m in motion, but I’m standing here still
Like I’m set for the pick, I’m transfixed in tar pits
Stealth on my mental health, the wine is a quick fix
Yesterday, tomorrow, and it’s on next week
Yo month to a year, now it’s a memory leak
I got to do, the honey-do, the personal planner too
All of this time be like the sand slipping th’ough
The hourglass, feeling like an outcast
Might just blast, sitting here, a contemplating the past
Coulda, woulda, shoulda but I didn’t and don’t
But then I probably will, but then I probably won’t
Got to roll up, seems I got to take what you got
‘Cause I am that I am and you be all that I’m not
Verse Two
I’m like Rip Van and I’m coming to understand
That you can’t get nowhere if you don’t be work a plan
The future belongs to those who envision it
But most be on the sideline, spectating, missing it
Fake it to ya make it, that’s some serious bull
‘Cause if you keep on faking it, then you never have the pull
U got to make a schema, find yo center
You just a pretender, without that agenda
Ain’t no mistake never getting where yo heart is
The only mistake is to never get started
Or to hang out with those that’ll mentally lynch ya
Break down yo dreams and destroy yo potential
Sorta like me, you’ll be asking the question
What make me qualified to teach the lesson
I’m sitting in a cell, got time to create
‘Cause when they passed out the knowledge, I was once again late
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10. |
The Straw
02:55
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The Straw
Chorus
You stepped on a crack and you broke a brother’s back
Reapa blade sharp and he cutting off the wack
Stealth like a ninja, what you never saw
Camel back broke, I am the straw
Verse One
There’s a needle in a haystack, ‘bout to break
Incipient reality that’s exposed as fake
Where Murphy Law rule and it’s ‘bout to go wrong
And the Glad bag filled with your trash ain’t so strong
Playing Sudoku, you trying to get nine
Better hook up with the brother change water to wine
Two up in the bush, with no bird in the hand
Your Survivor episode filmed at Custer’s Last Stand
Smoke, no fire, penny earned, not saved
Nothing to give, so now receive what you gave
The green grass neighbor be the Astro Turf
And you’ll be soft in the head, like the crew at New Birth
This time the worm’ll beat the early bird
Humble pie and the crow, now the dinner is served
Eat some now and you can save some for later
The Silence of the Lamb be the Greatest Debater.
Verse Two
It’s mind over matter
You don’t matter and I don’t mind
Deadly poetry in motion, coming with the dope line
Heard you saying stuff that should never be said
Got a gap up in your head band,
Oops upside your head
He who laugh last, half-assed, be outcast
When my verbal gat take a notion to blast
Grade school, dumb fool, LP dropped
You ‘bout to get me pissed son, so get up off the pot
Bad Daddy dramatic, emphatic with them acrobatics
Clark automatic addict, chilling all the static
You been winging it, but never really bringing it
Now I’m slinging it, got your baby girl jingling
This track’s a killer, like MJ’s Thriller
Goes down smooth, great taste and no filler
So sit back, relax, enjoy the skillz and ride
Shrapnel is removed from the emcee backside.
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Many Become One
(Dedicated to Trayvon Martin)
Chorus
My name is Trayvon
Remember me son
And because of my name
The many shall become one
Verse One
The devil’s at it again, Old Scratch up to tricks
Skittles in my hand, deadly weapon for the sick
Gun cocked and loaded, you call it self-defense
Self-appointed guardian of a hellish regiment
You stood your ground, stand your ground
Now I’m buried in it, and I can’t be found
My fam left to grieve, and you walk around free
But your freedom’s an illusion, ‘cause you STILL see me
In the face of every African child, running wild
With a hoodie and an attitude, not cracking a smile
You can cry crocodile tears
Rationalize “race” fears
Disrespecting my peers
When you found down here
Gonna get hectic
‘Cause now you been selected
For playing the pathetic
We never gone forget this
One more brother
One too many
Divine justice coming
For your sinning
Verse Two
So you think we don’t see
The way you trying to be
Like we can believe, and our minds can conceive
A man against a boy, shot just to avoid…reality
Your diseased mentality
But you just represent
The force of mass defense
From those irrelevant
To God’s divine governance
Time for commune to organize
Follow advice of the wise
Abel’s blood on the ground, it’s screaming the lies
Says I was here, had none to fear
But still as dead as if I did
Got to fight if I’m gone live
Panther style, combat boots, beret, jackets
Street law now son, everybody packing
Next time you strolling in your neighborhood watch
Stay off my block
‘Cause I got my glock
And this time I ain’t the only one that’s gone get shot!
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12. |
Mic Controller
03:08
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Mic Controller
Chorus
Mic controller, deadly on the mike
DP, it be the one they call the Reapa
The mic controller, deadly on the mc
Reapalife
Verse One
Pinpoint razor blade cut straight to the needle
Reapalife on the mc, legendary like the Beatles
Metallurgy, dramaturgy, clock gold and platinum
Sucker emcees with them pipe dreams, we smack them
Controlling the game with mind frame histrionics
Repa technical on’em, lyric calling me bionic
‘Cause I’m ‘bout to hit ya, verbal movies paint the picture
Graffiti on the hard block surface just like a scripture
1-2-3-4
No phenotypical rhyme flow, now you watch the god glow
Star sign jewel, shine me up just like a window
Pathways of light rays prone to illuminate
My frame unstable, distorted, and then detonated
Still hear my lyrics in the midst of the fallout
Bash ya like Cassius, twelfth round, you all out
Taking no prisoners and leaving none standing
Conspiratorial oratorical and I planned it
Verse Two
Hey lovely ladies, what ya got cooking?
Reapa recognize you come in good looking
And if you got the wisdom in your personal profile
Then you can be the mother of my next lyrical child
Looking for the king who can put you on
With the insight, to moonlight, put substance in the song
The man you looking for, manifest in the physical
The dopest emcee to ever, ever touch the lyrical
I’m ‘bout to do something funky on the mc
Don’t come with no game ‘cause games be for kids
Nothing but the real is the way I live
I bring the divine style and the system ain’t tainting it
Reapa off the radar and roll low maintenance
Green in my pocket, hand on the pump
Shorty on my arms and puffing on the blunt
Got a quick pair of Converse if I got to run
Knowledge, wisdom, understanding get me over the hump
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13. |
Clockwork
02:57
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Clockwork
Chorus
We doing suckers like clockwork
We do them suckers like clock work
Tick Tock!
We doing suckers like clockwork
We do them suckers like clockwork
Reapalife
Verse One
I don’t need platinum plaques to have the mettle
For superficial, non-visual rhymes I never settle
Taught by the twenty-first century originals
Call me the doctor, my technique’s clinical
Intensive surgery on the murdering of the word and beat
Cooling with rulers and buddhas where we prefer to be
Fail to contemplate the rhyme flow geneaology
Sympathetic anesthetic, then your lobotomy
Frauds in danger, I keep one up in the chamber
No friendly freestyles, I treat you like a stranger
Confuse and abuse, yo the gift of art given
You encounter the kind to represent the true and living
Relinquish, you vanguished, your lyrics just languish
Your fans realize you defeated, so they anguished
Maybe we can get’em some therapy counseling
Playing sucka emcees just like a B-ball bouncing
Verse Two
DP, emcee, coming with the muscle
I solve your crosswords and leave you there puzzled
The catalyst for synthesis of rhyme flow…me
Have your crowd like the Geico pig. A “Whee, whee!”
Mastery honed in cipher games of the dozen
Verbal war waged with my kin and my cousins
‘Fore the coming of profits, I kicked topics
Irresistible force, you know you can’t stop it
Rolling like an eighteen wheeler, up in the left lane
Queen’s in check, she be my mate up in the chess game
Mind frame, never perpetrating on the rhyme thing
Fiending like crack for dialect drug that I sling
Flypaper lyrics? Well, maybe they’ll stick then
As I collect checks, the Timex, and keep ticking
Maybe come back when your rep is humble
Cross swords with the king, your castle crumble.
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14. |
Do The Do
02:53
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Do The Do
Chorus
When the mic gets hot and the lyrics are just primed (I do the do, I got to do the do)
Crowd expectant of the treasures of the mind (I do the do, I got to do the do)
Challenge rise up from the ill-equipped voice (I do the do, I got to do the do)
No escape for rhyme fakes with whack rime sources (I do the do, I got to do the do)
Verse One
I pressed and dressed for the service, selective order
Oxygen to mics again, bubbles in the water
Calm, that’s bombed, sound the alarm, verbal napalm
Insurance you buried like a seed, up in the State Farm
Train done left the station, third rail conductor
Architecture, sector wrecker, rhyme constructor
Sadistic, sadomasochistic mystic
Smack a fool stick and riff it
I’m getting down to bidness
Rhyme is nullified, neutralized, eliminated
Kickback from my verbal gat is devastating
Gorilla in the room with the bomb, BOOM! BOOM!
That’s 800 pounds, 48 tracks, a round tomb
Bring the sympathy cards, for them that try to play god
Scattering shots that I bring, I’ll have’em all dodge
Try to do me once, bet I do you one better
The old school material is tougher than leather
Verse two
The standard bearer
For the knowledge and wisdom pharaohs
I came in pocket light, and I’m leaving with much dinero
Gangsters and the dresses they wear, it’s expressionism
Reapa steel toed boots, bend over for impressionism
Big game hunter, infrared scope POW!
Trapped in my network, can you hear me now?
No prophetic vision, you get done by what you know
Ya crash test dummies, I’m progressive with a flow
Ya flight of fancy, TSA delay
Totally stupid acts in them words you say
It’s time for a course correction, GPS
MC gangsters, please slap the rest
Time to return to lyrics that won’t burn
When the righteous be rewarded and the wicked do earn
What they got coming to’em, when God be running through’em
When we forget to remember that we never ever knew’em
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15. |
Check On You
02:55
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Check on You
Chorus (X2)
Check on you, now sucker MC how you do? (Check, Check, We put the check on you)
Check on ya’ll, now sucker MCs as they fall? (Check, Check, We put the check on you)
Verse One
I go off, it’s involved, I’m not soft as they dissolved
You dopes with coke smoke with no hope as I cough
Your mastery a mystery and soon you gone discover
I be the lover lover for ya girl as you smothered
You dissent, but my intent, to leave my imprint
Preclude the rule of them fools that run the defense
My posse got da thickness, the rhyme flow fitness
You hung by yo tongue when you try to come lick this
All we do is win, DP, he going in
Theological schism and exorcism on the sin
My rhyme’s a carbine, lyrics is the bullet
Flow up in the chamber, manifest and then I pull it
Bang! Shot down, another sucker rap clown
Test me, OD’ed on the force of my dope sound
DJ, cut’em up, Jack with the ripping
Have’em packing like the Beatles, ‘cause they all day tripping
Verse Two
Fly your hot air balloon, I pick a pen, leave it popping
Call me the verbal force of Orville Redenbacker
Like Progressive, I let you see the other man figures
To help you realize my lines is just sicker
Grab Pink Floyd, turn him black and then blue
Another brick in the wall, upside the head will do
Peter piper rhymer picked a peck of pink pepper
Made a mistake up on the break trying to challenge lethal weapon
The raw sauce, you moth balls, with all that blah-blah
Wave to your girl as we pass you and we drive off
Old school back in effect, the verbal neck check
Busting like a Tek, these stupid punks best hit the deck
I collect the paper, you can sniff the vapor
The wordsmith innovator, the rip rhyme devastator
In my pocket where my grand be, run you down like candy
Eat some of ya’ll now
I’ll eat some of ya’ll later
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16. |
Emotional Cold War
02:58
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Emotional Cold War
Chorus
Cold War
We’re fighting (2X)
We’re marching (2X)
We’re dying (2X)
In a cold war
Verse One
Hearts, cold as ice, with no feeling
Inhumanity to man steadily revealing
Emotional wasteland, no one left to lend a hand
Survival is collective and I can’t understand
How you contemplate, the self-made, human being
Without the life forces of all the people you seeing
Generation evolution is the way we find solutions
Your mental retrograde and you buying in confusion
I’m sent from the ire, to light you on fire
Reorder your priorities and check all yo desires
Yo development, the betterment, of ways of thought
Where the souls ain’t controlled and the mind can’t be bought
The dominant paradigm, subverted by the right rhyme
Brings you social change in the form of my dropped dime
Every song is on with the force of verbal renaissance
Knowledge, wisdom, understanding, now you go reflect upon
Verse Two
Time, expiring, short be like a fuse
Spirits of the righteous facing abuse
Contusion of the system, cut’em to the quick
They try to re-emerge, but the wounds too thick
Searching for the vision, the third eye sight
Cruising back to the past, recapturing future life
Astral plan orbital, transcending verbal commoners
Stealth off the radar, then commence to bombin’em
Whole body armament, the sword and the shield
Contradict the fiction and be manifesting real
One shot in the mortal
To transport through the portal
From man to god-man, the rebirth be immortal
Ancestral realm, timetable eternal
Time to stop babbling Babylonian infernos
I came to come again, the castles I defend
Kings and queens in dominion, we ruling again
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17. |
Ding Dong
02:55
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Ding Dong
Verse One
Another freestyle spectacular, packing ya, jacking, macking ya
Death be come vernacular, draining you like a Dracula
Going for the jugular, verbal gat put the slug in ya
Call for the Raid, you get sprayed, I crush the bug in ya
Doing, while you claiming you pursuing, while you bringing us to ruin
While I Marvel with the Stan Lee cup just like the Bruins
Avenger, scavenger, verbal skills just to ravage ya
Civilize and neutralize the hip-hop savages
Lyrics is minimalist, I come with the enema diss
Like King you be Thinner for this, you be the son of abyss
Got the turntables with the Y-split cable
And the Reapalife label if yo crew ain’t able
Try yo equalizer, but you’ll need a tranquilizer
Bad Daddy be yo father and yo father be the wiser
So kick your verbal song and yo song it was wrong
And yo rime wadn’t strong, so ring the bell ding dong
Verse Two
You got an Etch-a-Sketch, while I bring the movies like a ghetto vet
I beg you Segas, ‘g’inst the innovator you ain’t ready yet
Bass, how low can you go, the blunts that you roll
The cash that you fold, but you know
Still gets done, stung, hung, wit’ ti’ed tongue
‘G’inst the one with the bass drum, the wordsmith son
Certificates for the riff, I smoke you like a spliff
You got nowhere to go against the fort up on the cliff
With the third eye sight, switchblade knife, and lead pipe
Ready to fight, when it comes to higher life
Challenge my mind, or my rimes, with lame lines
Bring a lyrical drawerful, do you awful, it’s Miller Time
Girl ‘round the way, roller skate a jam Saturday
Convert her, do the work, it’s the saint of the latter day
Cupid got the aim on her heart, that be the funny part
She done forgot you, done without ya, and now the bell start
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18. |
The Web of Love
02:56
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19. |
Tell Me Whatcha Miss
03:06
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Tell Me What You Miss
Verse One
Maybe it’s the candy, flowers
The baths and hot showers
Words of poetry, your mind it did devour
Just the flair of a gentle man
With better plans
Made the mistake
Started dabbling in other lands
Thought the grass was greener
Life is much meaner
Looking for ma girl true
Tell me “Have You Seen Her?”
But that’s all good, you do you like you should
Reapa be the dumberjack, lost in the woods
Make’em yell “Timber!”, have the drawers falling
And when I get up to leave, baby girl bawling
You didn’t know what you had, now you ain’t got it
Played me like obstruction, and you can do without it
‘Cause I’m putting all in order and I’m clearing holy waters
Setting up my dominion and I consecrate my borders
‘Bout 2 get what’s coming to me and you be holding nothing
That be what done happen when your love be coming fronting
Chorus
(2X) When the love was it on, it was on, and dope strong
Now it’s gone, you done wrong, another bad love song
Now tell me what you miss, babe
Now tell me what you miss, babe
Verse Two
It’s funny how your sight was distorted
The truths you avoided
Reality that got to be
Is quite distorted
The handy man, now candy man
And quite sweet
But the everlasting arms
Put him up out of reach
Now I motivate and innovate
Without all of the debates
Don’t have to figure equations
Cause it’s coming all straight
I can hear myself think
And stay up off the brink
Without a song, with the pen, pad, paper, and the ink
A little paper loss in pocket
But I don’t need the wealth
I got the God, the physicals, and a modicum of health
Wadn’t really a looker, but I ain’t half bad
And I’m sure there’s a queen who will want what you have
And threw away with the trash, you thought it refuse
But I’ll be recycled and put to good use
And when I genuflect and reflect on times that’s gone
I might just write another bad love song
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20. |
This Is The Way
02:53
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This Is the Way
Chorus
This is the way the work of the mc should be done (done, done, done, done, done, done) 3X
This is the way the work of the mc should be
Verse One
The mc was born and was honed for the uplift
Now everybody and they cousin be busting a riff
Talking loud and saying nothing, but they be coming fronting
You in my verbal gunsight and I be going hunting
Call me the clean-up man on all them whack lines
Tracks get taxed when they be up against the star sign
Jewel got the tools, make you look like fools
You gots no class so I enroll you in the old school
Your very first lesson, freestyle rhyme session
Tripped over yo words and made a big verbal mess and
The 12-inch vinyl, administer your final
Drunk on my lyrics, have you tipsy like a wino
Call my name three times, I’m coming like the Candyman
Blade make it safe for the righteous to live again
So come with the dead in head, retread, bullspit you said
Initiate and terminate, scripture’s in red
Verse Two
Was that yo lyric or was somebody torturing the diction
You claim you keep it real, but I’m hearing verbal fiction
The audience enthralled by the fables you spin
But the real divine son got the blade for the sin
5 on it, you don’t want it, even got yo girl up on it
I’m a historic era and you a brief moment
Like commercial, shoulda spent mo time up in rehearsal
I got no anesthetic and I’m just about to hurt you
So run for the Band-Aid and get yoself some liniment
Chewing up sucker emcees just like the speariment
Wrigley, you be like the Adam minus fig leaf
They calling for the doc ‘cause yo rhymes be sorta sickly
I’m coming no holds barred, blasting through the gate
You didn’t mean to do it? Sorry it’s just too late
Them rhymes you floated, done plane crashed you blowed it
And now you just a causalty, ‘cause Reapa done exploded
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21. |
Silver Lining
02:58
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Silver Lining
Chorus
In the midst of every storm
If your soul will look, will find it.
In the midst of every darkness
There’s always
A silver lining
Verse One
Each and every day, I try to drop some seeds
And give the mind state of the masses what the spirit do need
Some fall up on the fertile and it bears the fruit
Others caught up in the underbrush and take no root
But I was sent for the planting and my aura fertilize
Pruning negative vibes, helping plants stay alive
The vigilant gardener know the weeds do come
Strangle life from the new growth, before it gets sun
I’m setting out the crop, and I be waiting for the locust
If you plan to harvest, you got to maintain focus
Trying to replenish, you go digging in the dirt
Be prepared for the job, ‘cause you got to go to work
Almanac’ll tell you when it’s just the right season
Raising the garden be your right and your reason
I’m know my limitations, can’t speak for you
But my bounty is plentiful and my laborers few.
Verse Two
Sometime the rain flow, the soundtrack tears
But then they’ll be the dry patch, lasting for years
It’s the ebb and the flow and the feast and the famine
Lack of a spiritual approach is just damning
You get those times when the sap don’t rise
But you stay up on the mission, keep your eyes on the prize
Step back and relax, then you contemplate
You realize sometime the land must rejuvenate
Feast don’t come to the ones that’s sleeping
Only the conscious will stand for the reaping
Don’t know ’bout you, I got the scythe and the blade
Turntable needle in the middle of the hay
Been all about the green since day one son
Environmental subliminal, it’s measured in tons
The people need food ‘cause they out there starving
Need a job? There’s a plenty of work, God’s garden.
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22. |
Testimony
04:56
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Testimony
(Dedicated to Bethel AME Church in Harrisonburg, Virginia)
Chorus
This is my testimony
Pressure came up on me
Trouble overflowing
My peoples done left me lonely
But the Lord of all worlds came for me
Spoke a word on my soul
And set me free
Verse One
There was a baby born in Nazareth
Things was hazardous, disastrous
Common mind can’t fathom it
Infant faces the battle, all time
Born of a bloodline, placed on the front line
To be the star sign
And He was chosen by God to be the people original
Come with knowledge subliminal
Build and erecting the temple
When odds overwhelming, surrounding, chances minimal
Came to understand that that was the principle
Read the book you see
Found out the same God working with me
If I could master, soldier the most high
Keep your mind on His mercy, and your head to the sky
He said whatever you was, I’ll make you new when I’m through
And no matter how hard it is, I’ll stand by you
Now I know I’m gonna make it, ‘cause the devil can’t take it
Paul and Silas was in prison, the chains they start to breaking
You can tell me ‘bout my past, what I used to be
But you be messing with God when you be messing with me
Verse Two
So I picked up the scripture, back from the beginning
When life began, in the garden came the sinning
An apple on a tree tempt a man and a woman
From God they disobey, that’s a very bad omen
That day to this one, came the separation
In the tongue of every nation, and in life situation
The people on one side, God be on the other
Nobody in the world act like sisters and the brothers
No bridge was in the gap, we gonna need a God loving
So He made a plan, ‘cause God did understand
Sin came by one man, so love by one man
Sent a messiah, with a spiritual fire
To save what was lost and raise it up higher
Dead from the tomb, bring light to dark rooms
Joy and happiness out yo the world of the gloom
You don’t know where I was, but if you saw what I see
You would stop being cute and you would praise Him with me.
Verse Three
So now I got to tell it, from man to man
Shake a few hands, the plan, now in the Christian band
Because I won’t go back to the trouble again
And I won’t fall down, this time I’m gone stand
He didn’t save me ‘cause I had it going on
He had to save me ‘cause I had it so wrong
Only the Lord could make the sacrifice
At Calvary, to free the slavery of you and me
If the Lord been good to you, raise your hand up G
Amazing grace, love beyond degree
Sit high and look low on a wretch like me
Grace, love, mercy, and spirit of forgiveness
Can’t understand why you wouldn’t want to live this
Just wanna to come and drop a rhyme on my mind
‘Cause tomorrow ain’t promised and you running out of time
If you wallowing in misery and looking for a way
My responsibility, offer you Christ today
Bridge
If you ever been down
If you’ve ever been raised up
If you’ve ever, felt His mercy
If you’ve ever felt His love
Give Him praise!
Give Him praise!
Tell your testimony (5X)
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23. |
Actual Facts
02:23
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Actual Facts
Chorus
Actual facts
When I be working on the tracks
So you suckers stay back
‘Cause I be got no time for slack
Domes go crack
When I be got the verbal gat
Bringing rhymes you lack
Now why you wanna do dat?
Verse One
Pardon me, brohem, you got the wrong direction
You coming out the door with no tims and no protection
I’m not the kind of dude that be promoting the violence
But best be making a move son, my gat be firing
I worked too hard for this stuff you trying to get
I got a short fuse in my life, I think you lit it
So find your way back to your bargain with the beast
You barking up the wrong tree, dog, I’m from the east
Verse Two
ATL, dirt, dirt, right, exact
I keep my switchblade knives up in my Ecko backpack
You had a hard life, better find you a job
Because the arm-a-leg-a-leg-a ain’t the one you want to rob
Star sign jewel, I pimp strike you with the tool
Make you wish you went to school and be following the rules
Act like my brother, give you major respect
But if you come wrong, don, I’m the emcee snap-a-neck.
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24. |
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Bout We
I got to tell’em ‘bout we
‘Cause they don’t really know we
Just they wait and they see
‘Cause we represent the G and the O and the D
Verse 1
Cardiac coming, too many rap causalties
School of hard knocks, Reapa sitting on the faculty
I sling projectiles, with sharp angled profiles
My crew be come with no smile, moving quick we mobile
Illusions of grandeur, believe yo own PR
Kings of this hip hop thing, that be who we are
Bombing like a comet as we fall from the sky
Freeze frame, stop time, got them fools paralyzed.
Verse Two
It’s the K-A-MAU to be exact
It’s my bloodline to drop dime up on a track
The Reapa tradition, changing yo condition
Come with the wack lines, we call an intermission
Try to cross me, I’m the soul controller
Like MW3, you messing with a soldier
Best be hitting the flo’, I got the high sco’
Dopest emcee on the mike and now you know
Verse Three
Pass me the check and the frauds hit the deck
In the language of lyrical, Kamau means respect
With a blade to slice, an edge to cut nice
I hit’em just once, while my dad hits’em twice
Step up with the comp and we leave you there wheezy
Rolling with the Reapa and the Benefitz EZ
Rep and the paper just rising steadily
The father son team and the rhymes is deadly.
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DP Da Reapa Council Bluffs, Iowa
DP Da Reapa (Dr. Nikitah Imani) is Pres. and CEO of Faith4Word a company in Council Bluffs, Iowa of which ReapALife Records is a vital part. He is from the ATL and holds a BSFS, 2 master's degrees, and a Ph.D. He is Professor of Black Studies at the University of Nebraska-Omaha. He represents his hometown ATL doing the old school hip hop. ... more
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