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Break Ya Palms (feat. Alan Z and Mc Scuare)

from No Return Date​.​.​. by Kweku.Kente

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(Kweku.Kente)

Damn! I done walked in here
Looking like a motherfucking man with his peers
Another caliphate’s near, watch your cals, see em clear
Dude’s a healthy alcoholic, vegan sandwich with beer
No chest pains, Chastain, Caspian fears
Propaganda heavy, I don’t give a damn what you hear
It’s whatever mane, dog it’s such a game for the suckers playing
Try and come through lighthearted, only leaving hover stains
Chasing snow bunnies getting tricks on out my sleeve
Painful waiting for Rapunzel to go on and let her weave down
Three thousand feet below, fresh on the rebound
Beach House blasting and stoned so we can see sound
Losing every battle, reason’s so I'll win the war
Schmoozing with cattle just so I can skin the boar
In tune with the satellites, yo I'm with the force
In a schooner with some saddled lights that only sits in ports
Trojan horse for Lady Godiva’s sub-lunar show
Think you know shit but don’t like an unused commode
Keep that tongue cued for jokes, you’re not Sun Tzu in prose
Or Capone, so speak easy bro, mumble the code

(Alan Z)

An underdog from the start but I knew where to begin
Prepared with a pen and a pad, rap's Jeremy Lin
Creating burial sites for stereotypes
On top of that, I'm level-headed you can spare me the hype
Humble, never let the accolades get to my head
Cuz I remember how my so-called homies left me for dead
Misery loved company so much, they tied the knot
And my mind's only self-defense was in a writer's block
Potential untapped like barely legal chicks
My own worst enemy, myself who I was beefin with
Been through the ups and downs, learned to ride the tidal wave
Living like the Mayans' predictions confirmed our final days
The devil tried to intervene, instill fear
Give me reasons to feel scared but I'm still here
If you fell and hit rock bottom in the process
Gotta get up and do it yourself like an indie project
Take pride in any progress
Whether it's singin or spittin flows, I been a prospect

(Mc Scuare)

Im not afraid of who I am
I’m afraid of what I could be if I ever gave a damn
I guess I’m ready when things get heavy
With my mind on shine let it ride like a chevy
The aftermath of what I have to be
Craftin these sentimental pieces takin more than just a half of me
And so I’m happily tappin the beat tactfully tackin a free cast
And passin the heat masterfully
In effect I’ma break it til it intersects
Openin the eyes that disguising the sinners left
Give me a cigarette burnin by the thousands
Lookin for a leader only getting twenty ounces
Of counselin a fountain with nothing when its spouting
Accountants never adding up what the amount is
But when the truth is that the rules don’t ever change
You can’t appreciate the whole scope of knowledge in a brain
So read a book instead of thinking you the brightest
When they turn off the world you gotta look for where the light is
Chose the path less taken with my legs breakin best make it up to myself and invest patience
Into this life I’m in
Instead of takin vicodin
And syphonin the pain through this place where the mic begins
Yea you’ll never see me write it in
I’d rather ride it out
Pocket full of vitamins
One a day when I run away with it
You can Find me on my own on a summer day getting
What I can

(Kweku.Kente)

What I can while decrypting all these combinations in
A decanter, just break it down and rub their face in it
Over thinking, relaxed, that’s the way you go get it
From erasing your past, leave it subjugated in that
Old place that collapsed when you ran away like Anna Mae
Man it’s cake, we cool in the breeze like Cab Calloway
Blood and sweat make it, create every track naked
While secreting out my face a wave millennium equation
Think about it, could have my hand round my dick
And be stroking while you’re listening and jamming to this
That’s the beauty of it all, don’t be breaking my balls
While I’m making these songs, leaving stains on my walls
I’m so gratuitous, you ain’t pay any cost
And all I’m asking is you all get to breaking your palms
So break ya palms, we’ll put the brakes on dawn
And if you break ya palms, then I’ll pay for drawers...

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from No Return Date​.​.​., released March 18, 2012
Ne-Ne by Soulive

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