BARNBURNER



- Sankofa -

Punks jump up and break their mohawks on the backboard
So that’s what you’re wearing that stupid hat for…

I avoid debt like mayonnaise on an AIDS sandwich
So day to day San scripts razor blade Sanskrit
Can’t resist the cancerous spit, ripping consonants
The world traveler, dominant confidence
Born and raised Australia, Minnesota at 12 years
Hit China, then Sweden, downed my share of swell beers
Held tears back when my father died, authoring rimes
Taught fear instead of a conscience, taught to decline
Stomped awkward in the 13s, I filled out
Intimidator size, innovative ill sounds
Built towns, moved on, felt a sense of loss
Spent a new song…man with no roots, I set it off
Sentence taut, meant to claw my way out of this clueless maze
But all I’m left with is another Q&A
Nooses sway from the shadowy trees moving closer
New parades, youth ablaze, who can raise the roof the highest?
A bruised messiah, blood spinning in an AIDS clinic
Not a speech therapist, but getting every phrase mimicked
Insane with it then perfectly fine the next pen stroke
Just making music with my friends, so
Welcome to the Barnburner

- JON?DOE -

Insert your best dis here:
No wonder you’ve been called a desperate queer
You’re just begging to get fucked by anybody who listens
Don’t you know coming to a battle in improper condition’s
Like playing rock paper scissors… then I come in with a Eurofighter
Caught in the middle of the drumming and a thorough writer
Shocked by the wizards- NIMH is known to numb your neuro-fibers
Karate chop to the gizzards: you’re a biter!
And I’mma tell it how it is, raising hell inside the biz
Then we package it and sell it to your kids
Grab a rapper by the ribs, start swinging him around
Then aaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Propel a fella through your crib
Think I’m developing the HIV- my flows get sicker
My click’s in the mix I rip it to bits and pour this liquor
Quick with a Bic, I stick to the script like hoes that’s thicker
Cold as winter, DOE’s foes is bitter
I’m a soldier’s spitter, assassin that adds funk in
Sankofa git up, we’re trashing a wack function
Y’all don’t know jack, get smacked when I smash pumpkins
In the further adventures of the ravenous ass munchkins

- AthenA -

I know you might be rhymin as a means of expression
But these are the questions, you sure you wanna seek a profession
Where even the best that’s involved with it, chooses it as an alternate
Losin it, labels fought for it, using it, they just profiting
Decline the offering, rather go do it yourself
You got a homie making beats and you don't need any help
Lets say your masterpiece released, but took a seat on the shelf
But cause your beats wasn't felt, you didn't see any wealth!
Looking for an audience that'll just listen a sec
Maybe you should start battlin just to get some respect
But its constant competition when creating a name
And too much politics when tryna get on top the game
Then you're getting older and time is holding onto you tight
You've barely progressed, and now you're stressing over a mic
People making excuses for shit, and you know that its wack
Automatically, better than you cause they're holding a plaque
Over and back, you go debating with yourself for sanity
And damn it be, 10x harder providing for family!
It’s crazy and it’s brutal, it consumes youth exuberance
Quit now, or later wonder why the fuck you're doing it!?

- Kashal-Tee -

This is Kashal-Tee / and this should be announced by Michael Buffer
and I should have card girls announce what verse it is
don't curse or dis! purse your lips! Fella please!
that ain't gold teeth front, you just got yellow teeth
who can fuck with me? I can count em on my right hand
they can count on my right hand / like BLAM
scram! if you prefer to survive
you're so afraid of death, you prolly wanna be buried alive
Chill, you don’t know my wrath
Step, before I show that ass I’m lower class
Man, it’s always the same thing
It’s like rappers don’t want to saved by the bell my name rings
Since you started flowing, here’s what’s going on
You got the party going, like going…going gone
be trying to quit
though your guest artists'll increase sales, they're the only ones
buying your shit
This is hip hop, this is my zone
So fuck y’all trying to play musical chairs with my throne



S. Bryden for Slingvoltage (ASCAP)
T. McCauley for Beat This! Publishing (BMI)
B. Harrell for ShElectric Prod.
S. Gezelius for Bice Corve Ent.