33) Father Abraham (3:56) [Math: guitar, samples; DJ Big Martha: drum machine, cuts; Thee Medians: handclaps]
[Referent: Mr. Rogers; Sun Ra single; Buzzcocks “Why Can’t I Touch It”; Mozart]
lyrics
(We don’t kick rhymes about booty in yr face)
(We deal with such things as getting a haircut ‘r the feelings about brothers ‘n’ sisters ‘n’ the kind of anger that arises in simple family situations)
[Math/Martha]:Aiiiyoo Martha boy are you ready for what/To rock to rock yeah to rock this cut/Alright Math you prepared what I gotta do?/Keep minds spinning I’ll make them move ‘n’ yo we don’t we don’t we don’t stop/Until we take we take we take it to thee top ‘n’ no we don’t we don’t we don’t quit/Until we’re thru we’re thru we’re thru with it/Underground goin on n on n on n/No Sunlite til the break a break of dawn n/Sun keeps falling falling n falling falling/No Sunlite even in the morning
[J-Bandana]: Tried to express truth but it doesn’t shine/Words all pretend to but end up as lies
It seems to be darkest in the middle of the night but out of Tha Dungeon it’s still No Sunlite
[Math]: I patrol not slow to go go for the goal/We glow in the dark while we darken the glow/Of those overground who just just don’t know/Thinking if it’s exposed that it must be a-ok get a mental KO while we sing yo swing lo/Never fling dough in a video/No Sunlite just one bright Luddite un-tongue tied/Too much fall comes before yr pride/Grown-ups say it’s quixotic/The real on the real is that it’s symbiotic/They bog us down so we jog even further/Inspirational relationships call us the pot stirrers
Cos if pop proliferates ‘n’ the devil validates/NSFTM has more reason to stand up straight
(I think that it’s much more dramatic that 2 men could be working out their feelings of anger, much more dramatic than showing something of gunfire)
[Math]: Absolutely resolute - we march you keep slipping/Try to get a hold but I’m equipped flipping ‘n’ dipping/Stay on my feet, block parasites I’m deet/Cos I’m slick like sleet when rubber tires hit the street/RRR spinning out but in control/Martha’s on the wheels laying beats so I can flow the flux/Suckers duck when I’m up not redux
Cos we’re done we’re moving on/Math’s got a hundred thousand more rhymes for a thousand more rap songs
I got as many rhymes as there’s stars times a ton/I got many rhymes like Father Abraham had many sons
& many sons had father Abraham…
The British-Somali poet draws upon everything from leftfield folk to minimalist spoken-word, bound together by simple-yet-cutting wordplay. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2021