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Herein Lies The Problem

by DP Da Reapa

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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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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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Funky 4 U 03:16
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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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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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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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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The Image 03:01
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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The Straw 02:55
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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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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Clockwork 02:57
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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Do The Do 02:53
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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Check On You 02:55
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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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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Ding Dong 02:55
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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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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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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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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Testimony 04:56
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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Actual Facts 02:23
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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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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released July 29, 2013

Produced, Composed, Mixed. Arranged and Performed by DP Da Reapa except where indicated. Last LP Ever Recorded at The Dungeon Africa House Harrisonburg, VA under the auspices of BootyButt Bootleg Productions

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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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