[IGNORING] the [KNOWN] [PROTOCOL]
by I.K.P.
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Digital Album
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The Poetry of Color
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Baggy Vs. Skinny
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The Infamous Bandstand
04:46
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Let It B. Known
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Hunt Me Down
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Breakin' Free
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Testimony
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Rude Awakening
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Breaking Point
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Novocaine (Push & Pull)
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Digital Release Only. Includes 4 bonus tracks.
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released September 26, 2011
Executive Produer: Kenny "I.K.P." Alvarez
(C) 2010-2011 Ominous E.Y.E. Enterprises
Executive Produer: Kenny "I.K.P." Alvarez
(C) 2010-2011 Ominous E.Y.E. Enterprises
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I.K.P. New York, New York
Born in East New York, BK...raised in Norfolk, VA. Veteran of the U.S. Marines. College Graduate with a Bachelor's in Music Business from Full Sail University. Single from upcoming album Ignoring the Known Protocol features the OutMusic Award-Nominated single "Let It B. Known". ... more
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- Track Name: The Poetry of Color
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(Sticky Sounz Intro)
Welcome, Welcome ladies and gentlemen!
Thanks for coming out to the Kit Kat Club
We got a special guest for you tonight
You won’t be disappointed
He’s a good friend of mine…..I.K.P.
He only has one request –
And that is to break out your luminaries
Which are your lighters, your cell phones, your flashlights;
Whatever gives off light, y’know?
Cuz he got a special piece for yall
And it’s called
“The Poetry of Color”
I:
You telling them WHITE lies, borne from WHITE lines
Now your nose is WHITE-hot, throughout a WHITE night
Nuit-blanche; then you dabble in WHITE slavery
No WHITEcaps can wash your sins that you commit blatantly
From the WHITEstone Bridge you wave the WHITE flag for WHITE hope
To save you from the WHITE light of WHITE death; my bright prose –
From WHITE labels might sanctify those
Doomed from the WHITE light of wicked wickens who jeopardize souls
The king of WHITE magic as I WHITE-list
Fresh as WHITE waters of God, unmistakenly priceless
Donning WHITE gold, rolling on WHITEwalls
WHITE grapes and WHITE-ing providing nourishment
Cuz I’m hungrier than Great WHITE sharks flourishing
The weakness in my WHITE blood cells brings encouragement
Sometimes I wish to WHITEwash my mistakes during WHITE Christmases
As well as WHITE supremacy from its witnesses
the poetry of color….
II:
Why is it when you see BLACK, you will think “nigger”?
Why negative connotations? Who are the destructive agents?
Where are the BLACK aristocrats BLACKlisted –
BLACKballed and BLACKmailed for trynna bring resistance?
Who is it that’s really behind the BLACK marketing?
I’ll bring them BLACK awareness through BLACK letters calling armistice
Too much BLACK pride, deep BLACK consciousness
More flavor than BLACK butter, I didn’t stutter
I’m conveying gems more valuable than BLACK gold
Unfazed, even when BLACK belts make you act bold
I gather BLACK warriors giving them weapons from a BLACKsmith
To bring you BLACK death for kicks at the pit –
Of despair, then appear at that BLACK tie affair
Jacking BLACKS at BLACKjack, sipping on BLACK tea
I’m loving it when BLACK harmony brings BLACKS peace
Let’s end the BLACK fever and all the past grief
Yeah, yeah
the poetry of color
III:
The color of neutrality; grey, brown
The color, of life, earth tones abound
Visions; not restricted to the grayscale
Blind to the color’s mixture, you may fail
Flesh; behold the natural spectrum
All, races, obvious confession
Different perspectives, coalescing
Broader, horizons, ranges, dimensions
Gray, equals, simplicity
The bare minimum; no complexities
The power of the mind, far exceeding
So is black and white the only angle worth feeding?
Gray, brown; Both bring balance.
One vivid, the other no challenge
Hoping your world is not monochromatic
Sticking to the binary; break the habit!
Kill the static
the poetry of color….
Outro:
Now if this feels good to you tonight
Just snap along, and listen up for a second
Escape from your minds
There’s so much discussion on
This and That
Better or worse
Gay or straight
Black or White
I just want people to take a second and realize
That a lot of the concepts that we talk about
They have range; they have spectrums
Your skin color’s a prime example of that
It’s not about black and white tho
So let’s off that
And see things for how they really are…ya dig? - Track Name: Baggy Vs. Skinny
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Intro:
What?!
I’ll loosen my jeans
If you pick yours up off the ground
Looking like a fool
The O-M-I, N-O-U-S
The O-M-I, N-O-U-S
Chorus:
We must escape from this
There's no debating it
You rock it baggy or skinny, no one's changing it
You gotta do what you feel, how you feel, when you feel it
The haters will always have opinions
So just escape from it
There's no debating it
You rock it baggy or skinny, no one's changing it
You gotta do what you feel, how you feel, when you feel it
Only you should recognize your own limits
1:
It was 1999
I was stuck behind the times
It was time to find a style
Cuz all the kids be trying to clown
And I was trying to be down
And I was dying to find my route
So maybe I could be allowed
to get spot wit a decent crowd
I could possibly see clout
I would obviously be proud
I would shop and see what's out
What was hot in the streets of the south
My jeans I would have them baggy
Hat to the back and sagging
Snapping with naps and passing
Adamant raps with black kings, coming of age
I've come to the stage where I'm running the place
Scolding hundreds of fakes
In the commons throwing lunch in the face of presumptuous punks
Saving face for rep
Tu sabes mi estilo
con mi ropa muy traquilo
Comprando con mis primos, enseñandome las modas
Toma! Cada vez en Nueva York
I was hitting crazy malls, baby boy raiding the greatest stores
Baggy all the more, now there's crazy adversaries
Clearly, for switching it up, I'm a rare breed
Chorus
We must escape from this
There's no debating it
You rock it baggy or skinny, no one's changing it
You gotta do what you feel, how you feel, when you feel it
The haters will always have opinions
So just escape from it
There's no debating it
You rock it baggy or skinny, no one's changing it
You gotta do what you feel, how you feel, when you feel it
Only you should recognize your own limits
2:
I will admit it's risky, but I gosta spit what's in me
The skinny on the skinny, if you spot it you will then see
It's existed since beginning the clocks amidst the centuries
I amended my destiny when I rocked my first thin jeans
The monsters quip it's ending
Hip-Hop image is shifting
From the modest gift of kicking
The hottest shit and dishing the positive
We missing a lot of it in this scene
We gotta get the pristine
dominance of bending
the minds of kids descending from the moms and it's depending on the confluence
Twisting the style of life and blending
Denounce the hype that's tempting
Pronounce the right of lifting
The enemies of conviction to a new way of living
Loose, fitted, baggy, skinny, beauty's only skin-deep
My penchant is for sending my deepest thoughts on unity
Truthfully, why cringe on how powerful the youth could be?
There's too much lunacy, let's move for peace
Chorus
We must escape from this
There's no debating it
You rock it baggy or skinny, no one's changing it
You gotta do what you feel, how you feel, when you feel it
The haters will always have opinions
So just escape from it
There's no debating it
You rock it baggy or skinny, no one's changing it
You gotta do what you feel, how you feel, when you feel it
Only you should recognize your own limits
Breakdown:
Still doing my
Thing till the dawn
Nothing left to do but keep singing my song
Still doing my
Thing till the dawn
Nothing left to do but keep singing my song
Still doing my
Thing till the dawn
Nothing left to do but keep singing my song
Still doing my
Thing till the dawn
Nothing left to do but keep singing my song - Track Name: The Infamous Bandstand
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Intro:
Master Majj and MDJ 009....
Is u really ready for it now
Is you really ready for it nooooww
Verse 1:
You really think you could move me
I pull the roots of ya crew for the truth and the proof
exposing a group of newbies
Getting bolder and loose as groupies
I'm seeing red like a crimson ruby
When you stoop to the putrid lows of a gruesome homophobic brute beast
Now behold of the movement's beauty
Let's globalize, let's mobilize for a potent rise under the golden eye
We hold the ties with the most desire
to escape from the trenches where most us hide
Not asking you to change the scriptures or switch beliefs, so quit the beef
That pursuit is trivial and we need some growth for the peace to float
I'm bringing about this fusion
Impede and I'm make you a eunuch
choosing to boost improvements for a bruised community, I need all of us grooving
Forget all the units moving, to keep us losing
and we shouldn't act with prudence
so we all gotta speak our minds for a new conclusion
HOOK:
I light the crowd on fire! Turn you into zombies
Holding you in bondage, you'll never get beyond me
You're trekking for my treble.....
You're begging for my bass.....
(Repeat)
Verse 2:
So ride wit me, showing off my new dialect
I'm high as the hyacinth and it ain't the hydroponics from that violet
Stomping out the hierarchies violently
In a style, high-time for it's arrival putting it mildly
Highlighting it's high-science for the highbrows and the high-rollers
Spitting it in hieroglyphics, polarizing the pros from the vultures
Getting under your skin like hypodermic syringes at these clinics
In high fidelity, I'm a hybrid of high definition
persistence with demeanor so high-end you couldn't high five me
Nowhere on this hydrosphere; still high enough to start sky-writing
Laughing at these hyenas with no hygiene
And that hyperglycemic hoe Heidi, but I'm so high-strung that you might not try me
HOOK:
I light the crowd on fire! Turn you into zombies
Holding you in bondage, you'll never get beyond me
You're trekking for my treble.....
You're begging for my bass.....
(Repeat)
Verse 3:
In this day in age, everyone trynna get crazy paid
but that is no different than any time before, safe to say
But this time the wage is raised, you can tell in a major way
So why dwell, over his or her business and the games they play
How they have the knowledge and do nothing wit it?
Boy, you had me fooled, son I must admit it
But that's how you make it hard to trust a nigga
Activism - yeah I'm fukkin wit it
TV networks been caught on
The reality sweep puttin all of us on
and it creates a niche for those out and strong
Sticking out you will see the flamboyant types
So there's love for us entertaining you
but there are no laws in the plainest view
Folks acting like we're a different class of people when we ask the nation to make marriage equal
If everyone's on the same playing field
regardless of color, what you saying still
Majority rules even down to lifestyle?
Guess we all gotta march through the night now
Break:
Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready?
Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready?
(Guess we all gotta march through the night now)
Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready?
Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready?
(Guess we all gotta march through the night now)
Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready?
Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready?
(Guess we all gotta march through the night now)
Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready?
Uh-uh, okaay, is you really ready?
HOOK:
I light the crowd on fire! Turn you into zombies
Holding you in bondage, you'll never get beyond me
You're trekking for my treble.....
You're begging for my bass.....
(Repeat)
Outro:
I light the crowd on fire! Turn you into zombies
Holding you in bondage, you'll never get beyond MEEEE!
Master Majj and MDJ 009....
Is u really ready for it now
Is you really ready for it nooooww
(Repeat) - Track Name: Let It B. Known
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Chorus:
I know you have a reason for suffering
I know you have a fire inside
Just know that I’ll be with you
Just know I’ll be by your side
1:
CREEPIN THRU THE FOG, A HAND REACHES TO SLAP YOU
IT’S MINE; AS THE MINUTES UNWIND I’M LESS TACTFUL
I’M SO CHOOSEY, I REMAIN UNCHOSEN
FIGHTING FOR MY RIGHTS SO WE DON’T REMAIN FROZEN
UNDERLYING HAVOC TRAVELS BENEATH THE FABRIC
NEITHER THE FAG HAGS OR DRAGS UNLEASH THE SAVAGE
IT’S TIME THEY FEEL THE WRATH I’M CASTING ON THE MADNESS
THE BRASH DYNAMICS SURPASS THE MATHEMATICS
EVERYBODY COMFORTABLE WITH THEY ORIENTATION
BUT I FEEL WE NEED MORE DEMONSTRATION
TO LIFT THE CLOAK – EVERYBODY KNOWS ABOUT IT
WHAT IS GAY – WE DON’T KNOW HOW TO GO ABOUT IT
SOME USE IT FOR SLANDER OR CONSORTING WITH THEIR BUDDIES
BUT SWEEP THE ISSUE UNDERNEATH AND EVERYTHING IS LOVELY
NOBODY WANTS TO DISCUSS THE REAL-LIFE PERCEPTIONS
WHY WE STAY HIDING, THE ONGOING DECEPTIONS
CUZ IT’S TABOO
Chorus:
I know you have a reason for suffering
I know you have a fire inside
Just know that I’ll be with you
Just know I’ll be by your side
2:
IT’S ALL EMBEDDED THRU THE WAVES OF THE DECADES
THE FAIRIES AND THE TRADES, GETTING BLAMED FOR AIDS
HOW MANY LIVES LOST EVEN TO THIS VERY DAY
WHOLE COUNTRIES EXTERMINATE GAYS FOR BIBLICAL FAITH
IN THE CLUB I SEE A SEA OF UNDULATIONS
FLAILING ARMS, DURING BEAT REVERBERATIONS
THESE ARE THE MAIN IMAGES SOCIETY NOTICES
B. SCOTT ON YOU TUBE, STREAMING COAST TO COAST WITH IT
HERE’S A NOTION; HOW BOUT WE EXTRAPOLATE
THE LABELS – DROP ‘EM; A NEW FREEDOM CAPTIVATES
LET THE PREJUDICES NULLIFY
NO LONGER WOULD MY DISOWNED OR MY DL BROTHERS HIDE
NO ONE COMPLAINS WHEN MALES WANT TO FANTASIZE
OVER LESBIAN LOVERS, OR KATY PERRY TANTALIZE
AND IF I WAS TO EXPOSE THE HIP HOP HOMOPHOBES
WITH THEY ASSES HANGING, THEY’LL TRY TO BURN MY PROSE
CUZ IT’S TABOO
Chorus:
I know you have a reason for suffering
I know you have a fire inside
Just know that I’ll be with you
Just know I’ll be by your side
Breakdown:
(Voiceover)
4 all my oppressed constituents
We’re living in different times
So this is how we’re coming through
For the record…
Crowd Chant: LET IT BE KNOWN; WE IN THE ZONE!
Voiceover: For the new generation, we setting the tone
Crowd Chant: LET IT BE KNOWN; WE IN THE ZONE!
Voiceover: And the old world order’s getting overthrown
Crowd Chant: LET IT BE KNOWN; WE IN THE ZONE!
Voiceover: This is who I am; this is who I BE!!
Crowd Chant: LET IT BE KNOWN; WE IN THE ZONE!
Voiceover: If a coward calls you out, you tell em how the f*** could you tell me what I’m s’posed to be!
Chorus – Out:
I know you have a reason for suffering
I know you have a fire inside
Just know that I’ll be with you
Just know I’ll be by your side
I know you have a reason for suffering
I know you have a fire inside
Just know that I’ll be with you
Just know I’ll be by your side - Track Name: Hunt Me Down
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HOOK:
I’ll be BREAKIN rules, SHAKING fools
Ah-Ah! MAKING moves
The passion fuels; it builds me up
If you really wanna set me up!
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to…WHAT!!
I’ll be breakin RULES! Shaking FOOLS!
Ah-Ah! Making MOVES!
The passion fuels; it builds me up
If you really wanna set me up!
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
1:
I’m willing to just pay the cost
Until the hate tapers off
Still gon’ shine like the naked stars
With the bravest hearts and embrace the cause
If you’re looking to take me on –
May I suggest the way to start?
Trace my thoughts;
You’ll be taken to a place where the greatest are
Then make that mark
State your cause; create that spark
All you do is talk like you lay with gods
Sayin I’m breaking the sacred laws
I attack with no delayed response
My bite is much bigger than Major’s bark
Packing my own poison if I play with sharks
Neurotoxins all in your blood, sweat and tears, erasing hearts
One thing I hate is a complacent boss
Run up to the palace hundred eight men strong
Fists in the air; if that don’t work
Then I’m raising arms like I’m Genghis Khan
Smothering heads till the face is gone
No wasting time in the name of righteousness
In the wake of an onslaught
Can’t wait if the chase is on
HOOK:
I’ll be BREAKIN rules, SHAKING fools
Ah-Ah! MAKING moves
The passion fuels; it builds me up
If you really wanna set me up!
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to…WHAT!!
I’ll be breakin RULES! Shaking FOOLS!
Ah-Ah! Making MOVES!
The passion fuels; it builds me up
If you really wanna set me up!
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
2:
How many of y’all wanna bounce wit me?
Bring beef; I got the Mad Cow Disease
Trynna bring heat to make your point?
Bottle of petro will bake this joint
Cause an inferno without pity
The coldest mouth in the south spitting
Sicker than a physicist with acidic wit
In a system bent on imprisonment
Have you noticed how gritty –
Conditions get all around, sitting
Waiting for my day is out of the question
Make my day like a child when he exits
Pushing out the birth canal; killing –
All in sight with a Cal “Fitty” (.50)
Vigilante, I will go that route
If you do me like Diddy; no way out
You can see my shoulder’s now chipping
At every instance of an outfitting
With a foul creed of hypocrisy
Spreading lies to me, so logically
If I catch another devout out cheating
On his wife with the Bible that he spouts freely
I blow smoke in his face, till he gets an epiphany
Get it?
HOOK:
I’ll be BREAKIN rules, SHAKING fools
Ah-Ah! MAKING moves
The passion fuels; it builds me up
If you really wanna set me up!
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to…WHAT!!
I’ll be breakin RULES! Shaking FOOLS!
Ah-Ah! Making MOVES!
The passion fuels; it builds me up
If you really wanna set me up!
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
Breakdown:
DOWN!
Hunt me down (DOWN!)
Hunt me down (DOWN!)
Hunt me down (DOWN!)
Hunt me down
Interlude:
What’chu know about Master Majj, let me know!
What’chu know about MDJ, let me know!
What’chu know about I.K.P., let me know!
L-L-L-L Let me know!
L-L-L-L Let me know!
What’chu know about Master Majj, let me know!
What’chu know about MDJ, let me know!
What’chu know about I.K.P., let me know!
L-L-L-L Let me know!
L-L-L-L Let me know!
HOOK:
I’ll be BREAKIN rules, SHAKING fools
Ah-Ah! MAKING moves
The passion fuels; it builds me up
If you really wanna set me up!
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to…WHAT!!
I’ll be breakin RULES! Shaking FOOLS!
Ah-Ah! Making MOVES!
The passion fuels; it builds me up
If you really wanna set me up!
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN
YOU gon’ have to hunt me DOWN - Track Name: Breakin' Free
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now this time
im taking all prisoners of society
and i'm setting yall free
now say
hook:
when i break-break free
there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back
hold me back
ha-ha-hold me back
when i – when i break free
there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back
hold me back
hold me back
verse 1:
ever since ya boy climbed out of the womb
i been looking, i been searching for an ounce of the booze
i remember having to pick the route i would i choose
leaving doubts as i grew stressed out from the crew
picture a nigga like me out to disprove
all the doubts out ya mouth that you tout in your moods
trying to put me down
(fuck it; i'm escaping)
like a fugitive skipping town
(fuck it; im escaping]
you gotta
be the change, that you wanna see
ever since i realized the path in front of me
i been running till my knee gave out
kept stuntin', never frontin; can't be flamed out
untamed with the gift
who knew this mane was equipped with the gab for the game
are you mad? what a shame
when im after the fame
on this track with the bang
i get brash as i lash on a lame
pre-hook:
i used to look to my inner self
sometimes wishing i was different male
in a different place, sippin a bit of ale
wit no concern for my mental health
like i was meant to fail
i searching for the light that lit the trail
i rather die than be trapped in a living hell
hook
when i break-break free
there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back
hold me back
ha-ha-hold me back
when i – when i break free
there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back
hold me back
hold me back
verse 2:
taking a trip out of my element
elementary evidence telling me never give into the pressures
my blessings are definitely heaven sent
just telling it out of my benevolence
that my four walls had a nigga feeling sheltered
all along anxiety was bubbling like seltzer
was always coming up short – keebler elf
but my chance finally came to hop up on the Delta
to explore my roots and shit
take in the knowledge of my past like a student's wish
little did i know there was a slew of chicks pursuing tricks
i wasnt used to it
i took a taste of the freedom, i was new to it
breaking rules, living loose like a lunatic
it was my way of escaping as i proved to win
my independence that i viewed as strength, because
pre-hook:
i used to look to my inner self
sometimes wishing i was different male
in a different place, never feeling stale
from the degradation of my mental health
like i was meant to fail
i was searching for the light that lit the trail
i rather die than be trapped in a living hell
hook
when i break-break free
there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back
hold me back
ha-ha-hold me back
when i – when i break free
there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back
hold me back
hold me back
verse 3:
when i rep for the fam
i will spit for Honduras
and i speak for Garifunas
gotta, keep it together for the clan
bring it home for the purists
cuz nobody cuts it deep as i
and i be well outside of ya little boundaries
a-stound-ing at the pound of the wicked down beat
trynna make it outta the rain
i gotta soar
speaking from the heart, feeling no remorse
give my people a message and tell 'em im a million miles away
if they wanna reach me then catch up
cuz im on my way to another galaxy;
im tired of being surrounded by so many slackers
then they got the nerve to judge me
but they'll never budge me
its funny how bitter quitters can't touch me
i put 'em thru the drudgery
and infiltrate their fears till they flustering
pre-hook:
i used to look to my inner self
sometimes wishing i was different male
in a different place, sippin a bit of ale
wit no concern for my mental health
like i was meant to fail
i searching for the light that lit the trail
i rather die than be trapped in a living hell
hook (OUT)
when i break-break free
there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back
hold me back
ha-ha-hold me back
when i – when i break free
there ain’t nothing in this world that’s gon hold me back
hold me back
hold me back - Track Name: Testimony
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Intro:
For my go-gettas
Now hold up-hold-up, now check me out
When I get thru ‘chea, you gon really know King’s flow
Then they will recognize
My testimony show these folks
Fa sho’ fa sho,
my real deameanor, ya’ll are mostly hoax
Bustin poison when I stroke these hoes
OHHH!
1:
I’m ever blazing, so debonair when I make this
Manifest from my presence; forever shaking -
The veterans of the day; I’m just a flagrant –
Honduran agent, professing what my aim is
I’m from a family full of relatives emigrating
The elements of our culture of Caribbean natives
And Black ancestry, I feel we necessitating
A type of prominence; I get it, so yes, I’m chasing –
A dream to fulfill prophecies, droppin heat
And hell-raising, cuz shyt I witness enough
Of the miserable clutches;
My sisters is tough
Enduring the mental mayhem and miniature men
With malice in hearts and similar trends
I’d like to let them know my plans see us winning again
Believe, the shit from this pen will have these winnings descends
I makes it intimate like friends with benefits
For my go-gettas
Chorus: vocals by Josephine LaCole w/I.K.P ad-libs
I’m bringing my testimony (This is, This Is…)
I’m bringing my testimony, hey! (How I’m living)
I’m bring-ing my testimony (ahhh!)
I’m bringing my testimony, hey!
(oh yeah, cuz I’m at my best when I, testify)
2:
My father’s militant strut runs in my veins
I had to follow suit to prevent becoming insane
I couldn’t stomach the shame of staying under the reign
Of mom’s rule; becoming cumbersome, discovered the game –
Plan, of going out on my own
My life; how it’s my on own
I was age eighteen taking control
Playin my role, five years in uniform
I’m steering thru the storm as I hear them bugle horns
Made it thru, staying true
Collected all benefits at my disposal, never wasting youth
Slacking ‘round cuz at the top of my priorities
Was education on how to cop all my royalties
All along as I’m trying to make it
I keep my rhymes adjacent, the canvas life created
I use as my muse for these enlightened pages
That describe my phases
Never disguising traces, ohh!
Repeat Chorus
Bridge: Josephine Vocals with I.K.P. adlibs
(Now break it down)
I’m bring-ing my tes-ti-mony
I’m bringing you my testimony (give it to em, go on give it em)
I’m bring-ing my tes-ti-mony (Now bring em up, now bring em up!)
3:
Everyday I shake death; to its face I make threats
To kill its lame bets; he skips to who he takes next
I hardly waste breaths; it’s the way that I take steps
That would place death in a place that weighs less
On my mind; I don’t hear him calling my name on the line
I’m living on the borderline of success and failure
Sorta warring all the time with uncertainty
More often I abhor the blind
Outlook of tomorrow morning
If I’m sure to find myself back home it may cause me to store the knives
Thru my aorta, suicide I don’t glorify
Get rich or die tryin, I must slaughter guys
To ensure I soar, even though the cost is high
Forced to strive, ever since the spoils caught my eye
The everlasting darkness outer space gets
Equates to the tunnel that I haven’t escaped yet
The dimmest glimmer stayed stretched at the apex
I feel is out of reach in the days met
Repeat Chorus
Outro:
So Who am I?
The I. The K. The P – chillin!
What that mean?
The Infamous King of Positivity
The I. The K. The P – ch-chillin!
What that mean?
The Infamous King of Prosperity
The I. The K. The P – chillin!
What that mean?
The Infamous King of Positivity
The I. The K. The P – ch-chillin!
What that mean?
The Infamous King of Prosperity - Track Name: Rude Awakening
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Intro:
Nah, you can’t keep the gay man down
It’s The Infamous King of Positivity, Possibilities! AND Prosperity
HOOK:
You trynna see me in hell
Maybe I’m meeting you there
Guess what?
We’re all here in this world
You trynna see me in hell
Maybe I’m meeting you there
Guess what?
We’re all here in this world
You trynna see me in hell
Maybe I’m meeting you there
Guess what?
We’re all here
You trynna see me in hell
Maybe I’m meeting you there
Guess what?
We’re all here
Pre-Verse:
I’m iller than Illinois, pa
Or imperialistic villains on penicillin
In the valley of the shadows I illuminate
To make you ruminate off the rude awakening
Then you rejuvenate
1:
Out the closet to the booth, boo, who’d have known?
They flippin on me cuz they stuck, in utero
Fluid prose, lexicon is a nuisance, bro
Turning would-bes to wanna-bes and clueless hoes
Ya cruising for a bruising in my studio
I’m too studious and astute; stupidity’s for losers, bro
As in, beneath contempt
Try to tempt me? You’ll feel the wrath of my tempestuous streak
Flushes of endorphins rush cuz my words hold esteem
Making them approach cuz I’m doper than dopeamine
You call it sacrilegious and blasphemousness
But I’m no nihilistic statistic running through ballistics
I hope that isn’t want they think of me
I’m thinking you don’t know what you want but you wanna fuck me
I’m thinking that you’re on that Child’s Play…Chucky
I’m thinking I’ma free ya black-ass, Abe Lincoln
HOOK:
You trynna see me in hell
Maybe I’m meeting you there
Guess what?
We’re all here in this world
You trynna see me in hell
Maybe I’m meeting you there
Guess what?
We’re all here in this world
You trynna see me in hell
Maybe I’m meeting you there
Guess what?
We’re all here
You trynna see me in hell
Maybe I’m meeting you there
Guess what?
We’re all here
Pre-Verse:
I’m iller than Illinois, pa
Or imperialistic villains on penicillin
In the valley of the shadows I illuminate
To make you ruminate off the rude awakening
Then you rejuvenate
2:
It’s mind-bending, mind-blowing, and mind-boggling
Mind numbing; the tide’s coming, time’s running –
Out, so when it’s in your face, just face it
Stupid, no make up; open wide and taste it
You wasting time with the bragging
Stalling with the action, as if you left home without the Magnum
So easy, but you let the caveman beat you
Whip you with no wires; turned ya teeth blue
Hauling off and chopped ya wood, you’re emasculated
Call that bitch lumberjack when she gives you your number back
Ya talking bout a massive attack
I’m talking torrential invasions, heavy inundations
Just too cerebral; too much brains
If I stop now, you lames would never smarten up
Like the bottomless abyss, I’m too hard to touch
Even if you had a dick you claim was large enough, UH!
Altogether, I avoid being trashy
Altogether, do I give a fuck? Nigga ask me!
HOOK:
You trynna see me in hell
Maybe I’m meeting you there
Guess what?
We’re all here in this world
You trynna see me in hell
Maybe I’m meeting you there
Guess what?
We’re all here in this world
You trynna see me in hell
Maybe I’m meeting you there
Guess what?
We’re all here
You trynna see me in hell
Maybe I’m meeting you there
Guess what?
We’re all here
Outro:
I’m iller than Illinois, pa
Or imperialistic villains on penicillin
In the valley of the shadows I illuminate
To make you ruminate off the rude awakening
Then you rejuvenate
You can’t keep the gay man down, nah! - Track Name: Breaking Point
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Intro:
I guess you thought I was looking in your direction, right?
I guess you think he’s eternally damned because of who he decides to love, right?
Or maybe you think people like us deserve to be scorned, spit on, abused and maimed
Fuck it! I hope your ready for my vengeance
BG Intro: (begins during the third line of intro)
R U READY?
R U READY?
R U READY?
R U READY?
HOOK:
I’m being driven to my motherfukkin breaking point
The edge of madness; I’ma shake this joint
And be the nigga that you love to hate
My loose cannon ruptures then it punctuates
Repeat HOOK
1:
You wanna play Russian Roulette wit me?
I put your groin
In the trajectory
Then I lick the blade
Of the bayonet rifle, as I question your reality
And it’s host; mental atrophy
You wanna push me to walk the plank of blasphemy
With acrid assassins after me, huh
But, I got the power to put em in my rhapsody
Pushing them over the edge
My mastery drastically has to be
The factor suffocating you in eternal darkness
Because you harness the constant ignorance you taunt with
I bring promise in every sonnet I’m spawning
The tides - monstrous
Witness what I’m launching
I honestly see you succumbing to your conscience
Your evil is pawn to my strongest contender
When times get intensive remember –
HOOK:
I’m being driven to my motherfukkin breaking point
The edge of madness; I’ma shake this joint
And be the nigga that you love to hate
My loose cannon ruptures then it punctuates
Repeat HOOK
2:
I’m taking the direct approach to give you an effective dose
You besta know I come off like gremlins with Tourette’s Syndrome
I stay abreast of oppressive foes
Such as lesser-known heterosexuals at pathetic lows
How do I address the droves?
I’ll force them to respect the flows
By having them sinking down into a genuflecting pose
Reciting eclectic oaths; these blessed souls
Express progressive goals borne from my reflective prose
You don’t wanna test the strength of my testicles
My holier-than-thou attitude may upset some ghosts
Bringin on twelve of those extraterrestrials
That cause ya set to blow, turn ya men to sexless goats
For chauvinistic hedonism as the crescent rose
And unimpressive boasts
Perpetual disgrace brings hornets to ya neck and throat
Ha! Better check ya pulse
Where could you expect to go? Gotta let em know
HOOK:
I’m being driven to my motherfukkin breaking point
The edge of madness; I’ma shake this joint
And be the nigga that you love to hate
My loose cannon ruptures then it punctuates
Repeat HOOK
R U READY?
R U READY?
3:
I’m like an anachronism to those that lack the wisdom
To separate fact and fiction under vapid visions
Don’t this mature shit make you wanna grow up
And seek my knowledge like ya trynna unfold my scroll up
I don’t like to deviate; I rather just alleviate
The grief that seems to chase my feeble state to a weaker place
Slaughter the dangerous minds birthing heinous crimes
The game’s designed to slay my kind; maintain us unsanctified
I’m over what you saw on Brokeback Mountain
You are clowning in your town if you keep denouncing
My announcements; pound for pound I’m arousing the interest
Cuz I’m sick of sitting and lounging
All of us can’t be Miss J. Alexander
No disrespect; No libel, no slander
Never been to jail and I was never molested
Best if you contest the issue with my message
Blame the one that raped you, not a whole group of people
Go read that motherfukker his rights if he sees you
If you thinking homosexuals are weak fools
Go tell her what you think -
Discover if she won’t treat you like an equal
Spitting in your face today
Finding her graces; engulfing your place in flames
Taking it back to the days of Sodom and Gomorrah
To admonish the Biblical hexes you spew forward
I know what’s more horrid;
The stories of hate never reported that the media forfeits exploring
HOOK:
I’m being driven to my motherfukkin breaking point
The edge of madness; I’ma shake this joint
And be the nigga that you love to hate
My loose cannon ruptures then it punctuates
Repeat HOOK 2x
Hook Out:
I’m being driven to my motherfukkin breaking point
The edge of madness; I’ma shake this joint…
My loose cannon ruptures then it punctuates - Track Name: Novocaine (Push & Pull)
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Intro:
There’s cocaine in the novocaine
That’s why I feel no pain
Hey, if I haven’t made it clear exactly what my mission is
Or which team I’m batting for, for that matter
That’s cool
Cuz shit like that shouldn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things
But I happen to catch a bit of news
That I felt personally affected by
And I just wanted to take a few minutes to address it
Please, if you could, just listen to exactly what I’m saying to you
1:
I’m feeling a wee-bit restless
You shouldn’t expect less than hexes coming in excess
Some recognize me for my optimism
And blowing minds constant with atomic wisdom
If I rock the system, I’m the beacon of hope
The reason you cope, I’m unique to the scope, huh!
I might provoke others with low budgets
Being harassed by dope brothers and throat-cutters (right?)
So butta, Gotta spread it
It gets pathetic when I still see evangelists
Rampant in ignorance, this time around I’ll make em drink camel piss
Cuz we was nice letting it slide
Then one day they went and hit Uganda to wander
Spreading virulent virtues, now our peace has squandered
When Mr. Scott Lively opened his mouth
Why wasn’t I there? I would have been choking him out
For poisoning minds on that anti-homosexual rampage
They on the verge of passing a mandate
To wipe us out
Pastor Martin Ssempa running all thru the villages spreading hype about
Gay men, we fisting and shitting on each other
Using hardcore porn sites as evidence to uncover
People’s hidden fears, straight manipulation
I hate to debate the religious basis, but it’s plain
Look how these people turned out a whole generation
HOOK
I am no stranger to the pain; I know the strain
I’ve grown numb to the pain, novocaine
Unbreakable spirits built with so much pride
I wish they would come attack me for my homo ties
There’s this pushing
and pulling
and pushing
and pulling
Why they still wanna push us to the brink of society
And they’re and pulling
And pushing
And pulling
And pushing
I’m pulling for all pulling the cards of the frauds
2:
I speak for all the tough girls and the sensitive boys
I put the pen to this as way to make sense of this ploy
It’s about the money, ain’t it? You Cot-damn right!
U.S. provides aid to a third world in plight
This means extremists will infiltrate, painting pictures and training
Innocent people to hate, isn’t this equal to rape?
How are gays the enemies when we see what’s at stake?
All we want is to spread love and peace, but these days
So many suffer in silence
Among blind eyes and deaf ears, believe it, I’m fighting for that
Fighting for people to tighten their facts
Sodomy and pederasty don’t equate to homosexuality
That’s a fallacy
So, stop getting it twisted to what it’s all about
You talking apples and oranges; your theory’s in doubt
But now Uganda is rendered into a giant witch-hunt
To take a gay man’s freedom and sell it back, sick ones
Infecting the very fabric of peace at that conference
This angst is constant; the impact is beyond them
The people are the victims, and there’s no one to vindicate
Fathers willing to sentence their daughters in many cases
If she’s discovered to be a lesbian
The power of religion on an ill-gotten mission
If there wasn’t invested interest
You bet the mission of these missionaries would not give a shit
My devotion is unflinching and that’s the premise
HOOK
I am no stranger to the pain; I know the strain
I’ve grown numb to the pain, novocaine
Unbreakable spirits built with so much pride
I wish they would come attack me for my homo ties
There’s this pushing
and pulling
and pushing
and pulling
Why they still wanna push us to the brink of society?
And they’re and pulling
And pushing
And pulling
And pushing
But I got pull; I’ll pull em straight to the pulpit!
They’re pushing
and pulling (I’m sayin’)
and pushing
and pulling
Why they still wanna push us to the brink of society?
And they’re and pulling
And pushing
And pulling
And pushing
I’m pulling no hunches, I run it, take it you want it
Breakdown
Outro:
I hope you caught all that
Shout out to MDJ 009 for helping me put this together
Shout out to… damn what’s his name again?
Oh Yeah! Master Majj, keeping the beats BREATHING, for letting me snatch this effective masterpiece
And especially, Ray William Johnson and his video blog
For truly making that guy look like the ass that he is
Martin Ssempa
As far as I’m concerned, he knows exactly where he can stick it
And that’s all I have to say about that.
And of course, last but not least to you guys listening
I can’t thank you enough for giving this one a chance.
Thank you for…. Ignoring the Known Protocol.
I.K.P.!
It’s The Infamous King of Positivity
And It’s Done!