B7: Spaceships ‘n’ Sunlite (4:09)
Math: MC meltdown fast another disaster/Shudder patched up guess the hazard/Gush a blustery winds rush past you/Leaves aren’t blowing, what’s the matter/Feeling some sort of spirit’s anger for prostituting hip hop to rap to pander/To those who couldn’t run instead meander/Couldn’t handle a line much less a stanza/Where’d you find the man who’ll stand up? Hands up if ya’ll know the answer/All ya’ll probably couldn’t work it out/Check the back of the book you look sheepish now/Sounds like I’ll block ya’ll rappers down/With a lo-fi round one knock out BLAOW/I don’t battle with guns I battle with wits/& hundreds of rhymes about ridiculous dip/Don’t slip don’t sip but I flip ‘n’ switch/Fill your stocking with coal even if it’s not Christmas/We celebrate at home not at the mall/Improve our game don’t stop to stall/Wall up, come around ya’ll/Shut rappers down like fox news shut out Ron Paul
MC SiD: Murdering microphones from here to infinity/Loudmouth suckers get out my vicinity/Steam be gleaming from the sweat on my face/Reruns, sleep, guns minds filled with waste/35 minutes of sex ‘n’ bad jokes/25 minutes of product ‘n’ hoax/Can you fill it now? Brainfreeze, soon yer dancing the slurp in yr Levi Jeans
Spaceships ‘n’ Sunlite
Neb (taking over the microphone ‘n’ throwing hands all around the echo controls ‘n’ taking the irony out on the rap world with a furyfied explosion): With a mic in my left hand, a gat in my right/MC’s wet their pants they quake at my sight/I start to spit I try ‘n’ provide pampers to MC’s so they can hide/Their weakness of bladder equates ineptness of pride ‘n’ once I’m done comes realization they’ve died/A shot to the brain while my gat’s at my side
MC SiD: My head’s about to erupt from freaking fools frequently filling tracks up/Load my clip to the memory stick/37 smooth samples sounding so slick/Suffering succotash another mad mashup/Plundering old tunes load yr stash up/Gash ‘n’ lash you to the trash truck
Math: M-e-d-i-a no i-d-e-a/what the programs are providing or what they trying to say…
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