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STREET KNOWLEDGE

YO MAMA Featuring DJKRITIKL & STREET4ONE

DATE PRODUCED: 8.8.2023

PRODUCER: STREET SWEEPA RECORDINGS

 

LYRICS: YO MAMA

RAP: YO MAMA

ADDITIONALLY SAMPLED: SANTANA FT. THE PRODUCT G & B; MARIA, C & C MUSIC FACTORY: THINGS THAT MAKE YOU GO HMMMM

STREET4ONE: DJ IN FULL EFFECT

DJ KRITIKL: FREESTYLE SCRATCHIN WITH DJ KRITIKL

 

LYRICS

There's no Democracy without shared truth
Control of information controls our youth
A wayward growth, a thought outta hand
A mere spoken word from an insincere brand
Dictates their future, too detached ta see
Tha truths that are hidden from you and me
Let me lay it out flat for ya

Like a welcome home mat bruh
My sincerest apologies if it ripples ya lie spa
But someone gotta say shit
Their game, don't play it
We all turning our heads while they murder our kids
Yup we love they lies
They warm, think you high
But you lower than low
On the floor tamorrow
We stoop & borrow
Bending just enough so they can make us lent
Just enough so we can't defend
Just enough so we can't see
Yo ass is rollin with tha majority
On a track laid out fo us 
No brains, they bought those from us
No sheet just a dead bed of laid out dust
While we strain at a knat & puff at a cuss
They lockin us into their one way bus
On a road that was always plain ta see
Before HE closed our eyes, what that mean?
It means ya sold ya soul fo glitter & gold
One has value the other ya hold
Ya sayin hold my beer while ya... do what?
Mass murder son
Genocide
Rape
Population slaughter
Are you awake?
Or pretending ta sleep
While bombs drop at ya feet
They can poison tha sky
But ya let them inside
Said welcome in 
Ya love their sin
Tha gun that shoots ya in tha foot
Tha one that you forsook, yo world shook
Tha fame that leads ya heart astray
The money that makes ya soul pay
Tha dirty world of lies ya mis-took
Makes ancient souls pale
Turns a knat to a whale
Shakes a bat and kindly moves at snails pace
Ta blind ya weakened eyes, ya failed grace
Unmoving on tha wheel of rat race
Artioficial limbs bought ya some mo space
In time yo decline was never wanting to see yo Makers face
Above tha wars, tha lies I soar
Makin plain tha truth
A hated score
In which ya lose
Not tha win ya choose
But tha truth none tha less
Makes ya sing tha blues

 


Racism  as a whole creates mass murder of the soul 
The hater and the hatee both suffer it's evil toll
We were not once monkeys, it's a colonial lie
To protect the land they stole, while they deny
It had real people living there
Mass murdered now they live in fear
Their foundation quaking, our cities ever shaking
On the lies they're built on, that we love too much to hear
They present to us Africa, daily in the media
As if to prove somehow they are somewhat lesser
Human than us, a mere colonial bus
Of lies that we trust, we must learn much faster
These people are dying
Tortured daily, blocked from water, 
blocked from food
Blocked from living the life they would choose
They have all the resources, The Nile, the sources
But their purposeful oppression, leaves them all paupers
So the world can see, the lies and believe
Mere monkeys, uncivilized, not men, we don't see
The hand that holds them in their pen
We don't hear of their news, their power off again
Their internet blocked
Their lives fenced in
Mass murdered if they speak, resist
No one bats an eyelid
Too busy in bliss
Too whitewashed to see
Too comfortable to believe
Too lied to, too late for you to drop to your knees
This is God's earth and he's pissed as fuck
While we fuck around all comfy
At the expense of those stuck
In a life of torture
Our brothers our sisters, 
Our equals, not equally oppressed, but tortured
Still we buy their bread
We eat their meal
Their souls we steal
Their hate we feel
We bow they kneel
We cross their line
They fought, we're blind
We mentioned their fate
But hate just sat back and ate
Now their decline is our mind
Their mountain is ours to climb
Their feet become our legs
We are walking, walking dead
God chooses who will run and be free
The last will be first, first last, you will see
We are all equal, not equally oppressed
For ignoring the truth for the lies 
We will get, alot more than 
The years of carnage it spread
This evil
This foul foundation of lies
This worldwide sack of fucked up disguise
Is comin off
Can fuck off
Along with the decades upon decades of genocide
Fucking wake up
Your learning begins when the school you give up
Indoctrination is not education
This land was not discovered while they were on vacation
It was home to people
Real life people, not less civilised animals
Racism has it's roots right in our table
I wonder if in time, we will be able
To fathom the damage it has really done
For the pride of place, a place in the sun
For everyone, no just for some
Not anyone who it was taken from
Not anyone who will not become
Assimilated with the evil they have done
But now we stand back and low, behold
A world of soulessness, we have sold
All we owned to the theif, body, mind and soul 
Now what is left
In their hands they hold
But I will not bow
No way no how
They can all fuck off on their holy cow
Our Creator knows how, and when and what
Becomes of us all, He owns our plot
When we honour him, thank Him
Ask Him for help, He comes when we call
Does not let us fall
Gives all that is good, lifts us up so we live 
Pours His grace on our lives, 
Blesses us with HIM, the greatest gift of all.

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Lyrics may not be used in any manner without permission.

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