Dedicated to my son, Kamau Imani, who was featured on this track and was an inspiration to all the music I did after his birth in 1999. He was born when ReapALife was created. He was shot in a robbery in 2017 and passed away in 2018. RIP Son #juviejueternal He loved to play video games and he asked me to set some of his handiwork to music so he could upload it for his friends. This was the result of our collaboration.
lyrics
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
credits
from Herein Lies The Problem,
released July 29, 2013
Produced, Composed, Arranged, and Mixed by DP Da Reapa Performed by DP Da Reapa and Kamau Imani AKA Juvie Ju
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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