1. |
Stainless Steel
03:00
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Stainless Steel
Chorus Level 1
Colder than ice brother
Colder than ice mother
Colder than ice smother
All these sucker emcees, they’ll never be another
Chorus Level Two
Cold
Colder than ice
So cold
Colder than ice
Freeze’em
Verse 1
Metal alloy to plug the decoy
Commence the deport
On emcee stationery write the report
On infiltration, preoccupation, throughout the nation
On devastation and re-creation of situations
Past lines and past rhymes of fast lines where brothers dying
Manipulating minds
Verbal poison like the strychnine
Climbing charts just like the Alpine
Archaeological tricknowledge commence the decline
But on the horizon
Amidst the reprising
Bring forth the wise and open eyes to lies
Inserting good advice worth more than U can buy
Want a positive life?
Come and give me a try.
Got the switchblade knife that be cutting through the butt, ah
Guaranteed to make yo girl declare me the ruler
Out yo field of vision, then you check me with third eye
Drop the rip-rhyme flows, don’ never need to ask why
Verse 2
The verbal juggernaut, throwing down the gauntlet
Ya’ll emcees paid, but yo rhyme is fronting
Take advantage of the masses, ‘cause they don’ know
But if you come to my show, we revealing ya’ll hoes
You been pimped by the wicked,
Selling wolf tickets
You come with that same old lame ‘n’ you can stick it
‘Cause we ‘bout to resurrect, the old school battlefield
You can’t touch a mike, ‘less you coming with the real
Be bound to play yo back with them lyrical curses
Emphatical, grammatical, and radical got the verses
Clock championships with my scholarship
If you don’t flip the script, I got the gat up on my hip
I blow you 360 from the front to the back
And ask yo girl how I’m doing, yo, you know she like that
I be clocking them duckets like Donald, quack quack
And you can call Weight Watchers ‘cause my wallet ‘bout to get fat
(c) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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2. |
Terminally Uncool
03:31
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Terminally Uncool
Chorus
You a fool like that
To let’em do you that
You get schooled like that
You let’em rule you like that
To keep yo wallet fat
But I know just where you lack
And if stupid is cool
Then I’m uncool like that
Verse 1
Refused to live my life in a box
They turned they back and the brother found a lock
Refused to be a color
Refused to diss another
Refused to play the mother
Refused to kill my brother
I lost my cool points
Seemed I disappoint
‘Less I’m wasting my time with that crime
Instead of dropping dime
Paid the high price of being motherfucking nice
Folks run over you once, they hit yo ass twice
Fake ass gangsters from the 'Burg who play hard
But the nigga from the dirty pull yo fucking hoe card
And the so-called consciousness, experience-less
Yo, come to the real hood, put that shit up 2 the test
Respect, I get none
Name drop, I get done
God come back for the judgment
I bet you running son
All ya’ll go to hell, this ain’t no fucking curse
Just the destiny of yo plane and yo earth
Verse 2
Always armed and ready and on point
Guaranteed to grab a mike and rock the motherfucking joint
You say you bring the danger
Keeps one up in the chamber
My gat be start to flaming
No witness be left to blame me
Radio diss my record, neglect and disrespect it
‘Less you dropping bullshit wit’ whack riffs to make hits
I always done mine, steadily honing my rhyme
So step with them whack ass flows, you wasting time
Busters stepping up in my face, they playing games
Got knocked out by Dirty South, remember my name
And ya’ll sisters dissing brothers who be low on cash
Find some other benefactors, ain’t gone pay for that ass
This time, for real pay
This time, we don’t play
ReapALife came for the dealer, to take the chips away
No need to resist, you foretold in prophecy
You don’t pass go, hoe, it’s DP monopoly
(c) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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3. |
Dante's Ascent
04:25
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Dante’s Ascent
Chorus
Finding heaven in the ghetto
Angels on the ground
Finding heaven in the ghetto
With all this hell around
Intro
I say my man Dante Was a-going this-a-way
With the tight new threads And a few words to say
To the brothers on the block, victims of the crack rock
And hoes with no clothes
Who be dodging all the po-po’s
Watching the dealing
High speed chasing and the wheeling
Needle in the arm to improve the feeling
Say it’s hell on earth
But I say it’s been worse
And it’s way down here
Where you learning what you worth
‘Cause everybody can’t survive the hardcore
You gots to hold the something up amidst the war
Gots to keep the gat up in yo pocket
Cocked and loaded, and then you got to lock it
‘Cause somebody grab two cents up out the dime
Ya might not make it out the clinic this time
With that girl ‘round the way you been seeing since Saturday
Who can see heaven in the ghetto, anyway?
Verse 1
I visualize thugs in communal militias
And street corner preachers trading Bibles for the issues
Hoes on the block recognized for they mindpower
Drug entrepreneurs rolling up in Trump Towers
Addicts testifying about rebuilding they clout
And ain’t no sirens, five-o done got the hell out
Project residents, and now they own the land
If you can’t see what I see, you just don’t understand
Verse 2
Gates to the pen open, homies making the break
The government say they gonna reparate
I turn on the tube, there’s no whack images
And no fake gangsters using queens as appendages
Folks puffing on green, open air, no stress
Traded bullets for ballots, and hooked up with the prez-elect
Look like soul ‘bout to get up in the White House
Bandera, national flag, now what U talking about
Verse 3
Ain’t nobody hungry, yo the hood share food
And if they got it to spare, then they pass it to you
Kujichagulia broke out, we own the store
We charge U a little bit, but never much more
‘Cause now we understand what the dollar be worth
And now we building God’s dominion right here on earth
No nip, no tuck, no weave, no make- up
God put His face on us and that be good enough
(c) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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4. |
The Game
04:23
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The Game
Chorus
Mother earth a commodity What an oddity
Whoever thought it up must’ve had a lobotomy, yo they bother me Erecting this dimension called the new world order
I was living in nirvana, they brought chaos to my waters
Now they got the money to burn, and money to earn
And nothing to learn, I’m getting concerned
Your life up in smoke, like hits on the izm
Caught in the new slave trade called capitalism
Verse 1
Do not pass go
Do not collect the dollars
If you rolling with’ the blue and not the white collars
Take a ride on the Reading, while you contemplating what you needing
Masses go hungry, the elite feeding
The income tax, the 10% U got to deal with
Gave you a car at the start, you think you wheeling
But they own all the property cards, you paying rent
The end of your turn, you be wondering where yo money went
Stop by and visit all yo homies in jail
Yo they didn’t roll doubles and they can’t make the bail
If you want some power, got to pay for utilities
Don’t you miss the day when the water was free?
Set you up with a parking plan but it be all deception
Play yo cards on a chance
Three steps back and change direction
Cop yo girl a ring, and they call it a luxury
But it’s really just a payoff for enduring the misery
Verse 2
Thought U borrow yo way out, the note be promissory
But the interest rate be kicking yo ass, a sad story
Vacation on the Boardwalk, five-star hotel
Now you on the public transit, got yo wheels for sale
You catch a long-term bid, just when you having a kid
And the banker playing ‘round, was it something I did?
You making yo appeal at the community chest
But the shit ain’t aerate, in peace may it rest
Lie like a politician with yo cup just stumping
Can you hook a brother with a little something, something?
Only when you see the eyes of other than man
Do you understand
That they don’t really give a damn
Let me explain, the force of yo confusion
The money man and yo opponent, they up in collusion
They want yo mind, body, soul in state of a slave
From the pyramids to the projects unto the grave
Bridge
Everybody need love (But they looking for money)
“ peace (But they looking for money)
“ food (But they looking for money)
“ air (But they looking for money)
“ friends (But they looking for money)
“ justice (But they looking for money)
“ everything a human being ever needs (But they looking for money)
That’s the new world order
Now they caught up in the slaughter
The fathers, the mothers, the sons, and the daughters
But Da Reapa came to break you out.
This way out!
(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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5. |
Bittersweet
03:20
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Bittersweet
Chorus
Life is love and love is a lady
And love it can’t be beat
But if life is love and love is a lady
Her love is bittersweet
Verse 1
When you work every day
But got bills to pay
And no matter what comes you got to find ways
To please yo babies, represent for yo lady
No matter how much love in yo heart, you gets shady
Yo inclined to decline, depressions sublime
The pills and the bottle help yo ass to climb
Over each and every mountain
Troubles flowing like a fountain
And you gets no respect
Those around you discounting
A punch from the hand of the man from the under
Who seen much rain and whose ears can hear the thunder
Most eyes blind, but you see and try to tell
It’s all these heavenly bodies be causing hell
No change in yo pocket and the suckers get paid
If you step to close to the line, you get sprayed
You try to stay off the pine box and the hole
What profit a man if he gain the world and lose his soul?
Verse 2
At times you find yourself alone
Call yo friends, they gone, or ain’t even at home
You turn to yo forty-ounce companion, who never abandoned
It’s you and the bottle
Now who the last man standing?
Gots no direction, so you genuflecting
Hoping the gods and angels will make the selection
To pull out of you what you could do, If you could transcend
All the hood rules
You take a man from the prison, but his ball and chain
Be the pressure of the crosshairs aimed at his brain
And you can go down, and get mowed down
But the real victory is to hold on and stay ‘round
Been blessed on this earth for near ‘bout forty years
And I’m still here
Though I shed many tears
Though I shed many tears
(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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6. |
Comfort Zone
05:28
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Comfort Zone
Chorus
So here we are
Living in the comfort zone
Failing to observe the signs of life in the winds of change so blown Passing time
Living in the comfort zone
Without a single care in life
While the dogs of war make bones
No I don’t wanna see things different than me
‘Cause they challenge my identity
No I don’t wanna see things different than me
That’s just the way it’s gotta be
Verse 1
All things in my circumference
They come to reflect I
Overblown ego manifest if I theorize
God can be the one without the fertile dominion
To give form to His creation, His will, and His opinion
See I and I self we only come to be
If I mold yo mind state in emulation of me
And as I architect a wreck in effect, I get correct on the one and the three
Can you see?
When I fail to give you freedom, ball and chain on mine
And when I deny you power, don’t radiate on divine
My best interest
Be equality with you
No matter where yo mindstate is, or what you been through
We constitute the molecules
Fashioned into master’s tools
Radiate like black coals
But we be polished jewels
Gotta think be for I come to bring you some harm
Yo, you God manifest in the physical form
Verse 2
Life give many choices
Hear many voices
'Fore you fall subject to the game, check the sources
Twas' written in the scroll many thousands of years
That you only gonna get one chance of passing through here
So what you call life just a dash in a stone
Or maybe dust in the wind,
One blink and it’s gone
So you can die ‘cause you died fighting hard for the cause
Or you can die ‘cause you lived life dying a pause
What’s mecca? What’s heaven? What’s the ever last state?
When everybody manifesting and the god create
‘Cause Satan only rule with the power you yield
And too many giving up the swords and the shield
Relinquishing energy that can change the circumstance
Like going out from the bulletholes, when shells just glance
And I keep hoping everyday we’re gonna make the change
But instead of elevating, life be getting mo’ strange.
Verse 3
So let the god spit, dis may be my last line
My last rhyme, I can’t waste time, I got to drop dime
I got to tell you what you worth
And give you flowers while you still true birth
Got an appointment with a hole in the earth
In the dirt, where Iself compose organic
And walked the planet, ain’t taking nothing 4 granted
‘Cause when the call come, then I’m gone
And only love lives on
Because the bond be strong, like this here song
It was never ‘bout the money or the fame
Or to glorify my name
Just trying 2to stay alive in them hood games
Where brothers do hang, and be talking that slang, and rolling (rolling) with the bang-bang
They forgot who they was
So they became who they not
They got paid for the destruction, so they thought they was hot
But forever I’ll represent God on the mic
‘Cause God was the source and emanation of my life
(c) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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7. |
Dr. Goodgroove
05:12
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Dr. Goodgroove
Chorus
Call me Dr. Goodgroove
Here to make the party move
Love potion like lotion
Rising your emotion
Old school flavor with the hip-hop beat
If you wanna shake your body, then move your feet
Call me Dr. Goodgroove
Here to make the party move
Love potion like lotion
Rising your emotion
Calling shorty with the body and brains
Come to Da Reapa, help me ease my pain
Verse 1
It be the verbal massage
Like the sound of old Debarge
Illogical odd god
Emcee coming with that hodgepodge
Reach inside your brain, Intravenous like the vein
And silence all these wannabees that’s rapping the pain
Old school long player
Spin that ass ‘round slayer
I ain’t no pimp, so I’m never gonna pay ya
I’m the doc, the medic, embedded
Rhyme flows pathetic, I make’em forget it, and then I change their verbal ethic
The true hip-hop’ll never go pop, and never stop
Never ever let the mike drop, I think not
So get ready ‘cause the Reapa’s back
Natural herb N fat sacks
Tracks of wax and loaded gats, try to take that
ReapALife crew beating up on them fakers
By the time you look ‘round, your rep’s been taken
So grab the girl next to you and let’s get swazy
And ‘member ‘twas Da Reapa kept the flowing amazing
Verse 2
I spin yarns like Rumplestiltskin
DP in the bullpen
When she get wise on them lies, then I’ll be rolling in
‘Bout to clock the paper like a press
Mad jewels for my chest
Done done the poverty thang and I ain’t impressed
So we gots to come up
Tote board it got to run up
‘Cause we work hard for this game, sundown to sunup
For those who think the god be soft
Yo Ned, U better tell’em, ‘fore I have to bust off
Cause star sign be dropping constantly
Philosophy, seeming impossibly
Giving competition lobotomies when they bother me
And stepping up with them whack rhyme flows quite slovenly
Jes, another jitter juice, you know I ain’t done
Yo, Classic, spin the wheel, make them emcees run
Nut got the beats, Murda Maal got the flows
It’s ReapALife double O 4, here we go!
(c) 2004 Nikitah Imani (Dp Da Reapa)
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8. |
Dem Blues
04:55
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Dem Blues
Chorus
Made plans in the afternoon
When the sun was greeting you
As the rain began to fall
You got dem blues
Mad bills to pay
And now the rent is due
Boss says you been laid off
You got dem blues
On your knees in prayer
And you don’t know what to do
You wonder if He hears you calling
You got dem blues
Living in da bottle
But it seems it’s just no use
End your life, thinking suicide
You got dem blues
Verse 1
2Tomy people in the bad place, I been there too
Think you’re not gonna make it, but you come right through
Keep your I on the sign of the one
You got to live this here life thing
Yo, ‘til your job is done
And in the dark of the hour
The one will send the shower to cleanse you anew
And tell you just how to move to the next level past
Stay devoted to the task
‘Cause your days be numbered
And your candle burn fast
If you got kids
You got to represent for them
‘Cause they be the branches from your very own limb
And fruit don’t fall too far from the tree
How they ‘spose to shine if you don’t shine, G?
Knowledge, wisdom, understanding
Hope you glad that I came
To cross your life path with some words in the game
I never know when my last rhyme be spoken
But dig deep within and you’ll see where the hope is
Verse 2
Never had much money, but was blessed with wealth
With a mind state to elevate and knowledge of Self
And opportunity to spread the truth
Like a divine gardener, spreading seeds at the root
Might’ve not clocked fame and material riches
But never want for nothing
Yo, I gots no wishes
I understand life force alone be a jewel
Be the system emulator or the master’s tool
So what I want to know is what you received
From the line sublime divine mind did conceive?
A grain of sand or the earth foundation?
Something to live on or change your situation?
Soon I’ll be gone
Time pass me by
But don’t you shed no tears
And don’t be starting to cry
Just use my life, good or bad, for inspiration
I’ll catch you in the cipher, ‘pocalyptic dedication
(c) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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9. |
My Life (Soundtrack)
03:04
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My Life (Soundtrack)
Chorus
My life it be the soundtrack for a movie that was never written
My life it be the soundtrack
My life it be the soundtrack
My life it be the soundtrack for a movie never written
My life it be the soundtrack
My life it be the soundtrack
Verse 1
Check the receipts at the gate you’ll find it ain’t hidden
But the script, it was written for me and I got to live this
Mother forgive this,
I’m caught up in the business
Slipping sideways on the path, in the aftermath
I’m just this side of the bloodbath, emerging past
Mad college degrees
But knowledge honed in the street
Nothing but a mike in my hand
To rock the dope beat
Armed with a deejay
The ghetto instant replay
Trying to bring a better day
Tell me what you got to say
If it’s nothing, better back off me ‘
Cause real Gs ain’t rapping when they doing U silently
Positioned in the cut where the lights be dim
But like a sentinel I monitor, take notice of them
Devise and strategize the method
Recalibrate and then correct it
Shift mental frames in the brain, bring the pain
A verbal ethic.
Verse 2
My life it be the soundtrack for a movie never written
I’m here to bring back the testaments you be forgetting
Original man back, the prophecy foretold
I received the charge at 5 years old
To represent God, given power rule and tame things
Solid gold mike to contradict all them game things
Airwave flight, third eyesight, and all the vision
I’m dropping this, necropolis, be filled with competition
So why you even wanna step and challenge the master
The mason is my son, you carved out your disaster
Three sixty from thirty-three is just unattainable
Got a box and lock on negativity, restraining you
Head back to the shop room floor with your designing
Back to your corner, next time, come out rhyming
Born in six seven, now I clock three six
That’s the god force numbers when you caught up in my mix.
(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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11. |
Song For The Future
04:30
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Song for the Future (Your Loving Side)
Chorus
Hold me Love me mold me
Show me your loving side
Verse 1
People be talking ‘bout the kids today and act as if they don’t know how they got this way
But kids only follow the models we set
And if we ain’t ready, then they ain’t ready yet
‘Cause they emulate what we demonstrate
So best be on yo P’s and Q’s and keep yoself straight
‘Cause there’s a young one always looking at you
Trying to do what you do
When you do yo thing or acting a fool
Whether you got some of yo own or U grown
Or just contemplating the sound of yo first born
Everything they see is a teaching, Yo words be a preaching
They reaching for the stars you seeking
Gotta represent something worth looking at
If you thinking ‘bout doing the negative, they remember that
Maybe you don’t care about yo own situation
But at least leave something for the next generation
Verse 2
Most important occupation in life to be a father in times of strife
Help my physicals with third eyesight to get it right
My job be to prepare the pathway, the freeway,
Take’em down halfway
Until they can go for them self 'n' the health and the wealth
While I slip into the spiritual realm like stealth
‘Cause I know one day I gotta leave here
They the only part of me that’ll be here
And if any words be spoken for me It’s gone be because of the fruit from my own tree
The youth that I raised
The youth that I teached
The youth that I saved
The youth that I reached
So let me raise my voice to the rafters of each and every building
Until the emptiness of every little heart be filled in
It’s time...to save the children
(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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12. |
1-900-911-Reapa
03:54
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1 -900-911-REAPA
Chorus
Say your man don’t love you
He’s never got the words to say
Dial 1-900-911-REAPA
You looking for a soul mate, to ease your cares away
Dial 1-900-911-REAPA
Verse 1
Calling all queens, public service announcement
You bored by the same old lines, U need to bounce quick
Allow me to introduce the verbal intercourse
A lyrical enticement you’ve got to endorse
I’m not spotless on the record, but be just what you need
It’s the smooth operator, yo the high’s on me
I got the rum from Bicardi, mike skills up at the party
And known to sling them things in the war, we pump the shotty
With the ReapALife crew, we be quick up on the trigger
We terminate the frauds and fakes, that’s how we clock the figures
Like the way you do what you do when you do that
And I be see the goddess in you, you never knew that
I ain’t that flashy, but I’m cool up in the cut
No parking on the dance floor baby, it’s time to move your butt.
Verse 2
Satisfaction guaranteed, I got the groove on lock
And if you kind of doubting me, check the word on blocks
My rhyme massage your body, got to ease your pain
I see the signs of the pressure he been putting on your brain
Since you came up in the spot, you occupy my mind
Make me want a close encounter of the sexual kind
I got the bath water running, champagne on ice
And I be warming up your meal, make you feel so nice
So you can drop off the busters with the fake bling-bling
And roll with a musician make your heart strings sing
I polish, shine you up, and make you hit the hit note
A Clarence Carter heart condition, yo I hit ya with the stroke
Reanimate the old school beat and then I swing it
I think I see my people’s moving, yo, yo, sing it.
Verse 3
Every lady is a queen, every queen is a goddess
So sisters tell’em which emcee rock the hardest
Your man don’t understand them spiritual balances
Come to the doctor for the psychoanalysis
Then you realize that you don’t got to suffer
Divine son done come to be the one to love you
And when he starts letting that nonsense drop
Yo, you play him like a treasure, X marks the spot
‘Bout time for you to step up and call for the backup
I be’s the antidote for the brothers that act up
I’m off the bag on first, I’m ‘bout to be stealing
Like my boy JB, yo, I got da feeling
I’m a whole number, he’s a partial fraction
Snap you like a Polaroid, lights, camera, action
(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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13. |
Eyes Like Ice
03:03
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Eyes Like Ice
Chorus
I got eyes like ice
Roll you like dice
Prone to the vice
Crucified like Christ
Can U see what my eyes see?
Reflection on these whack emcees
Verse 1
Watch the words you say son
‘Cause they gone git yo wig done
Reapa find you fucking with my cash
Got to git some
Building up the crew with no remorse
Blast ya in yo own studio and change the bank source
Put it on the record for the world to see
Yo, you used to be the man, now you fucking history
‘Cause I warned ya’ll bullshitters
My team be backed with pull hitters
Punks just jealous
Wishing they could fucking roll with us
You ain’t had the practice
Mentally you lack this
My verbal gat’s too big, so you can't’ even pack it
Hate to see you go down
Play yoself and ho ‘round
I’ll be passing th’u town
Break out 'fore the sundown
‘Cause I’m ‘bout to hitcha with that old school shit
That be heads and some shoulders above the stuff you be forgetting The aquamarine guillotine, I’m getting deeper
Back on the attack with the wax, it be Da Reapa
Verse 2
You pour the gas on the fire, know that it be prone to ignite
Pushing poisonous products like lyrical cyanide
The secret formula be locked up like Fort Knox
‘Bout to knock these perpetrating bitches straight up out the box
Studio gangsters don’t clock no rep with me
Don’t want lockjaw, don’t even try to step to me
‘Cause I ain’t got time for boob tube watchers
Who pimping and thinking urban culture fads like Swatches
Keep a sharpened switchblade knife to cut through bullshit
Sinista minister, new testament from the pulpit
Understand yo assets, fuck yo lie abilities
Hilltop view come with no responsibilities
Come on down to Babylon ground zero
Where brothers move kilos
Trying to clock C-notes
And then you’ll understand why I got to manifest
Jackslap yo stupid ass in any emcee test
(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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15. |
SBFR (ReapaTime)
03:27
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SBFR (Stop Break Freeze Rewind)/Reapatime
Chorus
If yo man don’t do you right, come messing with yo mind
It’s bout Reapatime
If the sucker try to step with some whack ass line
It’s bout Reapatime
They got the lost and found walking ‘round half blind
It’s bout Reapatime
Cause we ‘bout to press stop break freeze rewind
It’s bout Reapatime
Verse 1
The stylistic mastermind
Back with them hook lines
The old school flavor go down smooth like the fine wine
Thought you was on with the whack shit you spitting
The old school heads just let you have it for a minute
Now we got to snatch it back,
You didn’t know what to do with that
You been acting up, I got to bring the fucking beat back
Original recipe,
Don’t even be testing me
‘Cause 'fore you was born son, the Reapa was professing these
Straight off the block for the dollars and the change
You playing in the grapefruit league, I got the ring
You got the cash and cars, but your girl be on mine
Mad jewels ‘round yo neck, but I’m the one that shine
And if you coming with the beef, got to play you like the butcher then
Call the undertaker come with pine box to put you in
Chuck D say rolling with them spray-on hits
If you looking for a blueprint, know how to kick it like this
Verse 2
Yo, you trying to play goal against a Hall of Fame winger
U don’t want to spar against the dope beat swinger
Cause I’ll get you caught up in a Matrix
I play tricks, with ice picks, and my flow’s 2 sick
For you to even fuck with
Four-star veteran
Watch what you peddling
‘Cause I had games on lock before yo meddling
When you was a kid, I used to split wigs
Now ya’ll frauds want to mess up where I live
But I ain’t having it
Verbal gat up out the cabinet
Switchblade knife in the drawer and I’m grabbing it
So bring yo best rhymes and yo best rap songs
‘Cause you disrespect the teacher, now the war be on
And you best fill out the card too for yo next of kin
‘Cause when the god nullify you, that be truly the end
A verbal duel at high noon, take yo shot at me
‘Cause to be or not to be and you ain’t gone be
(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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16. |
50-11 Rhymes
03:11
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50-11 Rhymes
Chorus
He ain’t no B-52, but he’ll run you right th’u
When DP coming after you, now what yo ass gone do?
You turned your back and start thinking he’s gone
But he got 50-11 rhymes and his rap is strong
Verse 1
Dropping bombs like Saigon, dope rides Great Adventure
U wonder if you still alive, so let me pinch ya
Couldn’t play the game, so Da Reapa had to bench ya
Sitting in the outfield, while I’m swinging for the fences
Ninth inning, in a fix, I’m deadly don’t you know?
Hit the homer like a Simpson, and I’m clocking his “Doh!”
First from the gate, steeplechase, I betcha
That they’ll call me Oshun for the way that I’ll wetcha
Carry a blade, snap a neck, just to reach ya
And roll with the ancestral force of orisha
Give ya cardiac, a secret Kodak, so take a picture
Stealth like Olegba, you can call me the trickster
Don’f fuck with the white bread, go whole grain with the third eye
Come anti-colonial like Jah Rastafari
Catalog of rhymes and you suckers be forgettin’em
When they thinking I’m gone
That’s when I commence to hitting ‘em
Verse 2
I’m sympathetic, empathetic, and I wouldn’t want to be ya
Manifest the hieroglyphic force of Husia
Step in the venue with the menu like a waiter
The rip-rhyme teacher be the verbal discombobulator
Lyrics be a strawman, I’m ‘bout to knock down
Rumplestiltskin, I spin gold records and rock in yo town
Connecting on the visual, elevate the true born
Rising like Osiris, I be the Lord of the Dawn
Most of these emcees be feasting like the cannibals
I be sitting on the throne of Rome just like Hannibal
Uraeus on my crown and Ma’at got the balance
Blood of the righteous, purified by my chalice
So all you whack pretenders come check the coronation
Star sign cipher is back, god occupation
Third eyesight say Lazarus done gone ‘n’ dozed off
Down three devils, three levels, three days, and rose ya’ll
(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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17. |
Nothing But Crap
04:23
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Nothing But Crap
Verse 1
Didn’t we hear these same lines before?
‘Bout how you knock down doors
And be toting them four-fours in the street war
Life of crime you find time to drop dime
God cipher divine say you got nothing on yo mind
U pimp the culture for dollars, and blind people follow
Check yo mirror sign son
U gone see yoself tomorrow
And the wages of transgression
Disrespect the mike session
We’d all be better off If you picked another profession
‘Cause all yo analyses
Need mental dialysis
U can come out dem palaces
youcan check them imbalances
The people in the streets need real information
For elevation, to change their situation
Understand what I’m stating?
Reapa mount up, and I be prone to count up
Them rappers whose lyrics suck
Pack them all back in the Mack truck
Check them fake gangsters, wit’ dey level of mobage
And throw they ass out with the rest of the garbage
Verse 2
What happened to the creative, meditative, emancipative?
When the evil tongues come perpetrating as the native
Now we stuck up in slave games, Impersonating street fame
Apparently forgot the real name of the game
Survival, I’m liable, pull the lessons out the Bible
Negative results of worshipping all them idols
Took the art form I love and then you totally denigrated
Dropping REAL bombs on ya now, watch me detonate it
ReapALife with verbal knife, my shit so pure
U on the road 2 nowhere and I be gots the detour
Slinging them verbals like a switchblade crossfire
And represent the A-T-L until I don’t die
Got you locked, claiming you hard rap star
U only in place because Allah u akbar
And when the end time come, for yo peep up in the heavens
You’ll wish a little bit of yo bread had been unleavened.
Verse 3
U ready for the battle, pack the coliseum
To store all their entrails, you’ll need a mausoleum
Culture vultures and bandits, they planned it
Made the mistake and took the old school for granted
My rip-rhyme flows permeating In the South land
A rubberband man, record spinners, I expand
The little train that could and I did, so I know I can
Better ask like Heav’ D, who’s the man?
Tryin’ to roll on me, drop dime, and do the work
Think twice, back off yo mike, 'fore you get hurt
You jus’ a private, time to get a private room
‘Cause I be’s the verbal general running the HQ
Got Peanut in my crew, Monstar just Vicious
Murda Mal and DP dropping dime for the listeners
2 double O 4, We go lo pro,
It’s no go, for emcee hoes, It’s ReapALife, yo
(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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18. |
Prophet
03:18
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The Prophet
Chorus
This that hot shit
That A-T-L hot shit
Dirty south god with the mike I’m ‘bout 2 drop shit
Coming for me
You’ll be watching the verbal glock spit
R-E-A-P-A, you can call me the prophet
Verse 1
Ready aim and I fire
Competition got to retire
Roll up the fat one
We ‘bout to get you high
While ya’ll kicking manure
My shit be more mature
Consecrated as pure
Now I’m back on tour
I be teaching verbal lessons
Got the gat 'fore you be stressing
Hitcha side the head with my beat and leave a deep impression
Sideline N**S giving no support
You like an unwanted child that I’m about to abort
And ya’ll high class queens, trying to pick a brother clean
Get too close to my blade, U be catch a verbal guillotine
Got my homeboy Ned V on the wheel
Might transpose the ivories, convert it to steel
Or maybe gold and platinum, got cheese up in my rap trap
Coming out the Burg, put the silence on the claptrap
Chorus like Horus the hawk
Challengers outlined in chalk
Pack your BS and just walk
Running the yard with my talk
Verse 2
These rhyme wheezy emcees yo they needing them lozenges
If I don’t make the playlist, I’m taking them hostages
DJ sleeping on the old school beat
I wake’em up with verbal slugs, we disturbing the peace
Got 808 like the ninety-eight, prepare for the ride
Beats of Peanut and Da Reapa,you surrounded on all sides
And Murda Mal covering, don’t nobody move
The ReapALife crew, two double O four groove
U stepping up in my face, but you can’t be serious
Twenty years of messing up mikes, that’s rhyme experience
Crawl back to your image and the ass you kissing
'Fore you end up pictured on a milk carton missing
The king got knowledge jewels to change your brainwaves
Spin your ass three-six-o and watch you radiate
Suckers be rhyming no more
Egos be torn to the floor
Thought I done told you before
Reapa be bringing the war.
(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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19. |
Tunnel Vision
03:21
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Tunnel Vision
Chorus
I been rhyming for a long time son
It’s the wrong time son
Think you gone play with bad daddy number one
Young emcees without the juice in they jock
Claim they running hip-hop
But they not!
I been rhyming for a long-time son
It’s the wrong time son
Think you gone play with bad daddy number one
Ya’ll emcees, yo, you best be listening
My style you can't see, it’s like tunnel vision
Verse 1
The nubile from the south
The old school wit’ new clout
We play ya like the legislative pork barrel, phat out
Fuck the dogs,
You be wondering who put the cat out
Hitcha homey like a Louisville slugger, put the bat out
Frauds they be claiming they running game and clocking fame and
But they dropping my name and lines be lame and
I keep the verbal flaming
Aim’em and tame’em, we collecting they payment
Emcees got to slay them, at ReapALife we make the statement
But they never learn they lesson
Why these busters coming testing?
‘Bout to feel the real oppression
Roulette with the Smith and Wesson
So don’t play stop it, with my profit, when I kick the fucking topic
Twenty plus years on the mike, I can’t ever drop it
The King with the diamond rings, and jewels and tools
Send these suckers to school
And make’em all look like fools
I’m the president, never lyrically hesitant
Don’t respond to impediment
Grab ya mike and yo stage and come wit’ better shit
Verse 2
I’m dope like coke, but can’t be smoked, you gots no hope
When I be bless the mike, I’m clean like Scope
And U be chasing like the Don Quixote
Wind spinning yo way
Driven by the hot air flows, the shit that you say
But I pronounce yo reign over, the edge like Range Rover
That tip when emcees slip, talk shit and drove off
I’m bigger than ya
Roman emperor like Caligula
Kind of, sort of particular
Bend yo ass perpendicular
Stepping to Da Reapa wit’ yo whack ass crew
Is like watching the champ against the handicapped on pay per view
A brief contest, it be a first round knockout
‘Cause most of ya’ll punks don’t even know what you talk about
So think 'fore you speak over 808 beat
And mess wit’ Da Reapa that earned his on streets
Yes, I be Da Reapa
Yes, I got the knife
That’s A-T-L, dirty, dirty, dirty for life!
(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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20. |
Fatback
03:45
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Fatback
Chorus
U make me flashback, to the fatback
Gold teeth, gold chains, gold rings, and peeling caps back
U fronting on the things you got, we got to snatch that
Flashback 2 the fatback
U make me flashback to the fatback
In the turnips and the collards, four five to make them fall back
Reapa on the mic, say you frauds be all whack
A-T-L slugger for ya’ll, so you can step back
Verse 1
I’m back on the dance floor Ya’ll can open mad doors
‘Bout to heat up the club a little bit more
With that shit, that spit, that hit, that spilt, that perfect fit
Uh-huh, that’s it!
I’m rolling wit’ the ReapALife crew, what you gone do
‘Cause ya’ll suckers is too through I’m ‘bout to do U
Ya’ll been wasting time with them whack ass rhymes
While the real hardcore was on the block dropping dime
Sticker on my LP. Can you peel it?
Booming on my dope beat, Can you feel it?
Borrowing my flow? No, you cannot steal it
Short on my change? Grab them real gats
Like a vampire by day I be professing
But catch me at night with yo girl, I’m teaching lessons
That ass be dragging and I’m gone slay her
Don’t mess with DP, he’s an old- school player
Verse 2
U been waiting for a brother from the hood to drop dime
And I come to freak mine, so watch when me when I speak mine
Watch me go topical, mentally hot and tropical
Grab the nearest mic, I’m guaranteed to be dropping you
Got eyes for the shorty, who be shaking in the party
Got the body whipping on the Reapa, such a hottie
Yo Ned she got them booty shorts
Tell me what she do that for?
Winding on the dance floor
Reapa give her much support
Reproduction be the function, conjunction junction, the beat be pumping
Reapa grab a mic and guarantee to bring you something
I got the beat to make you rock baby
I got the groove to make you go crazy
Chillun’ ya’ll wanna check them statements again
I got the keys to the hip-hop penthouse and rolling in
Jacuzzi, water boiling, with the three dope sisters
We ‘bout to get loose in here, now mister!
(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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21. |
Coming Up
02:56
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Coming Up
Chorus
This is a song for them scrubs that gave a brother no love when he walked up in the club
Now I’m rolling with dubs, getting pounds from my bros
Catch the ReapALife buzz
It say we coming up
Verse 1
Equidistant from the polar
Sound be quadrilateral
Infrared, spot the whack emcees and scatter you
Highly lethal rip-rhyme flows, that prone to explode
Weapon out my scabbard, body parts exposed
I come bearing gifts of plenty to rock the good and many
Fueled by the jitter juice and shots of the Henny
So guard your grill, green, girls ‘fore I take’em
Requisition your titles and your idols and then I break’em
Deadly poetics star sign code Reapa
Knowledge subterranean, the flow just deeper
Best commune with the womb of your queen this evening
When god come 2 bless her, yo she gonna be leaving
In the real rhyme battle, these fake gladiators
Lay eggs benedict, like Arnold, they traitors
My blade slices, dices, hit ya once, hit ya twice as
Pray to holy mother, she named Isis
Verse 2
Figured we was manifesting retread shit
Just watch the manifestation of a beat we call a hit
And the dopest rhyme producer, the one you called a loser
Now the one you choosing, my 808 abusing
Your inner temple, subliminal, it’s criminal
The way I got your girl, working, jerking, it’s simple yo
As you approach, you catch reproach
Reapa knife up to your throat, yo it’s just no hope
My dialect drug in a vial
Stronger than the product on the street to make the crackhead smile
So watch me shift over to the other level
I’m blasting on you devils
Rhyme flows, got several
And punks that talk, now outlined in the chalk
If you coming with the BS, you can just walk
You can eat my dust, ‘cause you I don’t trust
These posses I crush
This flow? Just a must.
(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)
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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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