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SPEAK NO EVIL

by AZEEM X FANATIK (OnBeats)

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1.
Step back! I got a fever. Bout to black out on all these divas. Ghostface’s cousin. None of my hits have features. I’m write to Tyson fights, watching Killa Season. So much exotic trees- bitch I’m Indo-nesian. The minds a palace, time shatters, at night I watch it rain diamonds on Saturn. The crime waves will come in the morning- Warning! Love is the answer but They ain’t asking no questions shawty. The road forward, no bed of roses for us. Had thorns for teachers. Sharp features of a phoenix on em. Drop wreckage on the records they call us Phonecians for finessing cathedrals from these letters we fathered. They play the Rabbit and the Tortoise on us, sorta promise, the corners boiling, evil forces wanna waterboard us. False charges in the walls of a court circuit for battery Such a tragedy that it’s all burning I’m bumping Rakim rapping ‘bout his riches going Wayne Brady on bitches Wayne Brady on bitches? It’s a spaceship on mushroom trips come tour Florida with us How long is it? They brainwashing with the music and vids that’s not part of our business Wu-Tang loves the kids! No pentagrams, black cats or chicking bitch I said Black musicians I don’t think you’re listening.
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Mic Psychic 02:34
I can’t stop it my mic is psychic you light socket. Sky rocket, a palm pilot, hijack comets. Kamikaze. Knights Armor. Get the five-middle fingers of death, hit you with the fist of karma. Backbiters and hater-holics get thongs made from lips of soothsayers and snake charmers Birthday gifts with your names on em. 100 on the underground lists but you ain’t ever on em. All up in the studio crawling falling over your shadow say you mutha’fucking recording. Sorta got a ring to it but isn’t your calling. Life a bitch already. Why would you wanna date her daughter? Fake performing H-2 the izzO, that means water. You ain’t smart enough for them levels Your skull can’t afford it. Face first three feet in whatever you’re pouring Proof, you don’t even deserve boo’s your bars boring. Rob Peter to pay you pallbearers they all brolic armed with werewolf bullets and nails dipped in garlic. You unconscious couldn't spark this fonta leaf. The streets is talking you ain’t even allowed to…(speak) Still Fanatik with Azeem On Beats little muppets are not fuckin with this Monsters Ink Speaking Arabic, eid mubarak, slaughtering sheep, salaam. Chop it up with you in the name of peace like Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head the Dog gotta eat. Off that chain, all you cats flea the scene. Part human, don’t have much needs, clutch my dreams, spin off in unidentified flying machines Supreme flow editor the doe go getter tho. Alpha the Omega I make the first and last letters glow. That lightbulb in ya head will blow… Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Spi-ritual deuce to Deuce Biggillo, Lenny Bruce to ngz in suits who snooze lyrical soups to boom hundreds of rap goons in tuxes stuffed with jewels, Can’t equal one MuthaFuckin’ Doom! Praise to who taught man what he never knew the pen kept me out of The Pen- Da fk’ it do for you? Scribbling wild thoughts vivid out of my heart's prison or I’d be locked up with em too. Cue the future cause the songs don’t diminish it’s been a minute since this Garage Opera shit was spinning through. Figured I’d get some rocket fuel, sneak a couple brews, hit the track, break some rules and take a likkle cruise. Revving up with you, stay stuck up to fools thinking they can fk’ with Azeem- you puffing crazy glue? Big bitch rapper ain’t nobody afraid of you. It ain’t about the fortune and fame. It’s what these flames will do.
3.
Motion detectors, 'round studio sessions to check if my hands are Haunted/Had my notebooks tested/Performances questioned, infrared filmed and recorded/til the lens reflects LIGHT, and the image distorts/and the stage fills with colors from the force of my AURA/They catch chills and ask if I can Ghost-Write for em/I Do!/According to nature it's part of my calling/ I just pick Words Like Flowers/ And they water my wallet. Pick Words like Flowers every night in the morning there's an endless supply for em/The Sky's my Garden/ Close my eyes, I see forms and reach for em/ Pick beats for balance and put wardrobes on em! (MMMM). Verbal graffiti your medulla component from a Lotus position/ Compositions fully loaded Azee-Lama, They found my notebooks and wonder who Wrote em/ I can't help it the Moor's a Poet It's just part of my Culture... Dream Weaver with allegiance to Concrete Shamans, Songs honored and properly guarded with Royalties on em From the Kingdom of Thought/ Guarded by the Cycles of Karma, Fine Art, Universal Laws, and Purple marijuana! You can call it a calling or Gift if you wanna. Know a better Oracle tapped into the corner? Call em! Snatch comets out of the Heavens and crash em to recordings and then pick Words like Flowers and they turn into sonnets/ Pick beats for balance and put wardrobes on em!
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We were raised bored of education. By the Board of Education. Self hating in a system designed to have us ready to Get Dead or Live Rich Trying Bad manners, the system can’t stand us but do something damnit hashtags don’t matter. Everybody gathers. Glass shatters like the store shot at us. We chant slogans and then go home after - nothing happens. Statue Liberty battered and need a therapist. You young black gifted and proud- huh? Terrorist. In class they said the past was mysterious. Mad they found (ngz) everywhere there was pyramids *You don’t hear them holler West Side! When they’re walking down Wall St. Every dummy yelling World Star! But they under (white supremacy..) Love makes the world go round. Different cultures make the world go round. Love makes the Earth go round. Different cultures make the world go round. It’s so petty in the millions of ways it appears. Let me explain how this bullshit feels We in a haunted Halloween house with cheap ghosts, special effects and people telling us that it don’t exist. Stop fronting like Bob Marley ain’t sang about nothing, truth about the Grenfell Towers ain’t being covered. Mind control victims we all suffer. Got two justice systems for just us suckers. What did they let Obama do for us? Man hush it’s dead heroes here. Heroin out here’s UP. Don’t tell me cheer up. I’ll pick a chair up. Stop being all teared up and tear it up!
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(I don’t know man. Some people say it’s weird. People send me a beat, I mix it with blood and ashes and I call it Shaykspears Tears…) If that ain’t magic I don’t know what’s real it gives me chills. No high can compare. Shaping these wind cathedrals make to dangle from ears Saturn Fingers to God’s Rolex- invisible gears. A Comet walk the stars my cape on flossing dragging light upon the carpet, they stand there watching. This is the sky’s favorite tattoo artist -yeah? When the students ready, the master appears-here. Remember the moment the rest of your years it’s sealed. Mind control is part of MC skills- pardon. Its just a part of the protocol impared when this thing is your calling. Not the career you wanted-look here, You start writing and you like how it feels I get excited feel lightening and time stands still- be honest, Life’s a movie most of those fail for dollars, they good acting like real bad performances where amatures flash hand signs and hammers and they land in a cell cause of they own phone cameras - damn. Being savage seems to have its appeal the the baddest and law of averages are gathered (in jail) What’s hap’nin? Bro-barrian comedy sketch characters hilarious narratives like Patrice O’Neal You’re no Denziel. Actings just not your field write your own scripts so you can be the star of the film for real. Know thy self or life long hell and smell sulfur every time you step in the realms of glorious heat, notorious and well known streets, cemetery where every-Body deyah let them be. Haters lead to fake promise lands set them free. Rich eyeballs will shapeshift let dem pre- (I got one that can see..) John Lennon love is all we need psychedelic dreams recovered from the mothership fleet Best describe how he bless the beat Farrakhan mixed with two hits of LSD (I don’t get no respect at all) Was never heard by me. Make your words tuck their shirts in and brush they teeth- Azeem. They salute it cause the roots of the rulers from the school of the forgotten modern philosopher kings. War-Poet making love-music. For anybody with the guts to boom it UP up up up up…Sing!
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Facts! 02:23
They got the files on astral traveling now- Facts. Life on other planets with intelligent craft- Facts. We got gangs and drugs they blame it all on rap- Facts. But we know then bullshit headlines is all just cap-Facts Past generations used fists and baseball bats- Facts. Bored of education but the youth today Got straps-Facts. Twerking on these frontlines will get your whole weave snatched- Facts. When cops clap guns at kids you don’t clap ass back- Facts. We got gangs and drugs they blame it all on rap- Facts But we know them bullshit headlines is all just cap-Facts G’s flipped the stimmi like olympic gymnasts-Facts Trump had that Britney up but Biden brought it down back-Facts What type of bird would clip its own wings? Foul. What type of puppet wou;d love its own wings? Clown What type of ruler kiss on his own rings? How that sound? Dumbing it down is unbecoming of kings. Wow. Cause man dem in the streets ain’t dumb no more fam. Facts. Half these commercial rap assholes are just trash. Facts Ain’t no police just law enforcement. Facts Dem boys be on more gang time than so called Blacks. Facts. Before reel to reel, eight track cassettes or wax We been the heart of music since time was stretched In the beginning was the word and the word a frequency. Yes. Breathe life into the beat another song gone flesh. Bless
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Just chilling doing nothing at all. And a dead friend could pop up and walks in your thoughts You wanna talk, but something in the way that they’re gone was so wrong you keep shaking it cause facing its hard. We smoked laughed and joked after every scar don’t need Harvard to kill the pain, ain’t no puzzles involved we will it away knowing that the feeling will fade numb and metal hearted haunted while walking through flames Body language guarded and camouflaged stalking the prey. Blend in with em until the ending and the targets in range. Got em shooken looking like the Brooklyn Labor Day Parade. Watch em all boogie down the corner when this drum plays. In space mixing tobacco with the natural haze looking back at the planet with a mathematical gaze. File a claim for battle, hijacking astral planes, wrestle with angels till they give me back the castles of Spain Somewhere moving through the galaxy cruising through the waters above. Every borders an illusion. At the present a physical bandit, abandon the dunya put my portable past in my pocket and point to the future. Gully the booth-bully On Beat bring bruises my troops groomed for battle but they lackin acoustics they beat drums and blow shells like the Maroons did when heat comes we throw real jewels in the musical styles that slaughter each other for crying out loud. Winners get recorded these are the champion sounds. All Town either rap fell off or I’m lost now. It’s all false but what goes large must fall down by law. I don’t even know who we are now raps got all quiet but the weed got more loud! I’m off the balcony and into the crowd cause if I was born to hang then I can’t drown. Stamina found. Runner's stance, my hands on the ground, cancel the crowd, listening for that pistol to sound, I’m kicking now..”Drifting down the lane as he makes it round the last stretch coming for the finish and he takes the crown!” You could take this side-ways, get over-it, or under-stand. Colic babies we been abused by Uncle Sam. Damned if we do. Damned if we don’t plan, damn. Who feels it knows. Who knows it innerstands.
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Speak Yeezy 02:27
When Kanye dropped Poopity Scoop, it really got me thinking about the power of words You see, he could have said anything at that time. The whole world was waiting for his speech He could have closed down a thousand Starbucks and slowed gentrification for like two.. whole weeks. He could have sent coded messages to killer thugs in the hood. Veiled condolences for Barbara Bush, kinda sorta sugga water coulda shoulda woulda But he didn’t. Instead, he Pooty Tanged in the whole world's face one time. And if you don’t understand that line, go watch the movie Pooty Tang and you might understand Kanye’s mind. Because we all got online and paid attention for it. Millions of dollars worth of promotion garnered. We mentally bought it. Time is money. On it! Like them sneakers of his. Sheeeeeeeiiiiit. If that isn’t power huh, nigga I don’t know what is. That critical moment is the reason I stand before you in this spot. Cause this the only poem I got. My IG got more hearts, FB got more likes. Man this nga said “poopity scoop” and changed my whole life. That's power. I write the words, re-write the songs, what don’t kill me- I forget what I was about to say but that's Okay. Because I Think! Therefore I am Kanye. And I don’t care if y’all don’t like me. I am a genius, I am the black Walt Disney. And George Bush doesn’t care about black people. And black people don’t care about black people. I’m Yeezy. And I’m pretty sure I don’t care about Black people. But maybe it’s the medication I been on since they kidnapped me. And none uh y’all came and got me. I am a god. It ain't my job to be happy. And I’m salty! So Donald Trump, if you’re listening… Tell Mark Zuckerberg to call me!
9.
Life’s a movie, my mother’s bougie. I walk goofy. Yardie with a kufi. A hippy born in a jacuzzi. At Lollapalooza return of the Fugees, someone slipped me a mickey. I woke up naked with Nancy Paloozi. Hooty Hoooo she was an Outkast groupie I prayed to God save me when she tried to seduce me. Woke up spinning, blood on the ceiling feeling woozy, dressed Sufi, holding a solid gold uzi. I don’t go to the gym, I run to the gems. I don’t cuss foes I focus friends Set a goal then reach it then re-up it again. After that we feast puff it up with a blend Because I smoke truly. Unruly. N’s can’t school me. Drooled on my desk in class I hate bullies and hillbillies. Shout out Philly. My sound Buzy like screaming “Go fi dem!” And we’re bringing the whole city vivid memories of cherry trees and Cherokees got me in need of meds melodies and therapies. Heads are drowning in champagne fountains. Giving shampoo to friends and pain to my enemies. I trust who the f*%! I want. Love who the f*%! I want. I roll with who the F*%! I want. Control who? Me? No the Fuck y’all don’t! I wake moody. I’m old skooly. You can’t boo me like all Gucci, raw coochie, before (Dr) Fuci Mary and Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds and rubies above ho’s hoopties and hoop dreams. They all silly I’m raw deally they more Vanilli than Milli-meter minds while I’m 9 Miles or more clearly. Above ceilings and drug dealers with smug feelings. You pill poppers got me all fucked up for really. I’m not Jilling so I don’t get jelly looking hella walkie-talkie in that leather Pelle Pelle You fish smelly, you rap like the new Tooth Fairy, you talk funny. Ya mama’s nipples was too hairy. I’m just kidding. I wrote this in just six minutes. Sucka. Never judge a brother above your Clarence….in the m/fk’in Supreme Court of lyrics. La-la-la-la-la-laaa I got a right to be hostile man La-la-la-la-la-laaa I got a right to be hostile man My..people dem want a revolution
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(Bird Land) So many topics and issues, power and misuse, viruses, clones, nukes and missiles. But I can’t save the planet. I drop this jewel for the war. We need reality. Use any excuse. My Old Earth’s my muse. Experience is proof. Here today, seems like in a blink then- poof! They said my niggas struggle was without proof. This 100 proof got me pouring my heart in the booth. Shamed our kings raped our queens. Robbed of everything displayed as trophies in museums. 85% are near sighted so inside this they not seeing. College bound, higher learning acting European. You don’t respect self then don’t expect another be-ing. Acting uppity because you became vegan. But it’s still a beef. Monsanto is the legion. Poisonous poison the preparation’s intriguing. They said the #1 sentiment is reason. Most of us just need one to leave em leaking. In all reality it’s suicidal idols and known rivals most viscious encounters are due to survival. Before my people since my first arrival beef before they labeled or titled now a days most are cowards became invertebrates due to ways on how they were raised. Values trashed if appraised. (Azeem) Brass plated and masquerading through her garment districts. Let my fingers trace her lacey edges. She's made for me embrace the bouquet. I made arrangements. Fez and tassel on the mantle of our Moorish chambers. Raise the ethers through dhikr, make the sacred kiss a celebration. Natural essence sprayed faces in rose fragrance delivered. Manifesting divine nature. In the context then the contents of this duffle bag is complicated. Haters. Let the reaper know. Gorillas in lyric suits swoopin through speakers. Peep the flow. Remote controlled beasts on leashes in the streets below. Police be trying to heap em in cages but I’m their keeper bro. Ay yo! I got some tough love relatives. My name is Speak No Evil trick do you know who my brothers is? (They know) Aiight then nothing else matters poppin helicopters from skyscrapers on 12 step ladders shooting bullets at glass ceilings until everything shatters and the truth reigns for forty days and long nights after I’m free. Look at me.
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Blak 02:49
Fearless. Full of spirit. Famous. To be Black feels like being loved feared and hated. Many try to cage it, medicate it or tame it. But there's a power In Black that can’t be debated. But Black is not a nation or country. a coloring. There’s no constitutions, no treaties, or covenants. No leaders left alive Theres no love from this government don’t respect Black. Black has no governance. It’s just a label they gave us. Erase the names of our nations, miseducate us Misplace the birthrights dis-orientate us from the natives here. Claiming that they Don't know where we come from humm. The original children of the sun Seen every empire crumble this one’s almost done The time has come! Never catch Zeem can-cooned or coon-dalini. I’m on the shoulders Of a Giant Bey believe me. Black music tells the truth to the people. We need it more than ever now. These fake leaders are a bunch of zebrasses Selling out their people to cheetahs. Secret oaths, taking money watching them eat us Read the computer piecesss. The machines don’t need us. They miseducated their own nation just to deceive us. I pledge my allegiance to deleting, defeating oppression wherever we see it. Never needed no superheroes cause Real ones feed us inspiration for freedom so if you ain’t down- beat it! The Time has come. Rabbit eggs, turkey legs, Columbus, Santa Clauses. Bullshit stories that they placed on us African American sounds great don’t it? I wish there was a map in the world with that on it. Supreme Court said the constitution ain’t for us. Wards of the state. No place to deport us. Cause Black has no borders. Same Black faces on the globe's four corners. Earth's indigenous first sons and daughters waking up to the call. It’s a brand new mourning The time has come!
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Mothership 06:18
No batter, no batter. Do the damage. Brain shatter anything they brag, bagging or babbling bout. Traveling thought castle, part Art Basel, New York natural Bay Area Fidel Castro. Lando with the cape on. Armed no banjo. Cape off you off code, birthday candle gets blown. By these machines on purpose left the surface where he was standing looking like crop circles. I swerved, clipped a satellite, craft got cold. Somebody pick up the phone I need a ride back - Home. Me to the Mothership Mothership come in…Come in, come in, come in I nose monsters like I'm coke sponsored. So conscious. Nastradamas album era hostage. Gold watches. Flows haunted like the C-Train slow torture. Cold corners, no dollars with snows falling. No darling, I’m so flawless, rose gardens beg a brother's pardon every morning I strolls on em. New York City be the globe ballers. Every dollar you ever held in your hand knows a hoe in Harlem. Holy water not a crease on me. Charged with possession? Bitch call a priest for me. Get me lunch while your at it Imma nap but wake me if you see a spaceship landing.. Me to the Mothership Mothership come in…Come in, come in, come in I’m on the shoulders of a Giant it’s hot the air is refined my palms are pilots so the lines I drop got you feeling a little tightened I’m a titan reciting science from levels you ain’t climbed yet I been Laden, been a EL, been inside of the belly of the beast, I been abused, been watching these Uncle Ben dudes converting for bank copies of Ben Frank I’m Ben Banneker Bey I been bout it . Still the people divided into pieces. Lets get together like the God Osiris. Turn the Nile into wine again, use water and fire, pure earth, ether and air and draw some powers up out em. Me to the Mothership Mothership come in…Come in, come in, come in

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Garage Opera pt2. Lyrical cathedrals by the sky's favorite tattoo artist.

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released July 7, 1977

Lyrics by Azeem. Produced by Fanatik (onBeats) Feat. Byrd Land (*The Fire This Time)

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Co-Creator. A.K.A. 'Speak No Evil' Author of God's Rolex, Garage Opera, Craft Classic, E.T.C.
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