Overture:

Bashment
Bangin
Boomin
Bodily sound systems
Metal
Bluebeat
Punk rock
An oral
Hardcore
A mental
Pitch shift
Clearity in my cerebral
Etcha-sketch
Come witness//

I

Freedome
Rhymes with riddim
Pen and gun
Can you drop a beat to this?
Word like a bullet
I don’t think so
Cayn I kick 1
Tongue backed by teeth
Let me holla
Let me speak
I’ll drop this bomb
Some call a lesson
A Coalition
Degrading the nature
What was my Nation
Come in and step to an age
A mess made to rage
What makes you frearful
Something prophesied
Inna tight writ by Vico
I beg you
Hear me
Listen:


II

Let the niggers burn
Let the niggers burn
Let the niggers burn
Let the niggers burn
Let the niggers burn
Let the niggers burn
My history lesson
w/ no points gon astray
You must live to learn/
Reflect pon the day
Equality not crime
11/02/to 6 to 9
Fyah gon
A wyel from the core
A/sold to C a will/
SA!
Step into my square
Bore warriors on George
Melanin affairs
Come to kick in the door/
w/ no 4/4s nor swords/
Jus sparks
To see
Cypher this 1
A blessed bredden
w/ a mission/
Loaded army of memory
from a Nation
Born African/
Nah delussion in my allusion
Send destruction to the bastards//
This my wiz/I done need no massa/my system murdah the casper/I’m a
graduate/Clap
eyez on my degree/I’m ultramagnetic/oh say can you Cee?/the culture inna
Black
potion/a Frederick mixture/my voice hollas through a maze/of a concrete
structure/re:
assemble the assembly w/ the Bajun and Haitian/I remember the weapons
Gunnin at our temples
My soul rolls w/ Griffith
When his body tumbled
Everyday another struggle
Naw, I’m set to rumble


III

¡Ya!
Holla
BLA
Bismallah/
Let me recite and deliver
Bless the cypher w/
Syntactical sophistication
From a colonial African/slapped
w/ a handle/Canadian?/
cho!
Coo jinn ¡Ya!!
Roll the reel rass/
I’ll crash you’re man trap
Yuh get respect when you offer respect/Yuh ain’t offered respect /
So I’ll take it back
Catch you as you
Standin on stages
Surrounded by bag a wires and delusion
Come dans un film
This noisey revolution
The realness ain’t us
Deliver us from feeble levels/
Only fix yuh treble
To match this
Downtempo/oh mot/sepian cholo
On an urban attack
My backpack gotz gutz
Read payback
Signed Amadou Diallo
Wisdom buildin
Neubautens of universal truth/
Freedome and Rhymes
Truth in Riddim
Oh our yute/of Victoria
Collapsin the goofy fuccaz
Unsight set on cruelty
Who never had faith to see
We had the righteous deed
Decended from ancestors
The ancient fathers
Woht made us bad muthaz
Seein God in one another
Lookin further than the
Selfcentres/
Shippin bullies from war-mongerin colonies
Well horry
North american shiesty
Smash the evil of their deeds
Economy of greed
This our prophecy
Written skillfully
Usin quillz/dippin our skillz/
Scriblin the mystery
Memories of Anthany
Drawin suns
Our Poetic seeds
Raesin higher
Than all the fallen towers
Smarter than clever
Sometimes in silence/or
w/ voco processors
Backed by selectaz
Backspinnin cousinz
Meanin my breddren
The souls of the sufferaz
Whod gon tear the roof of this sucka
Word to each other
I love my bruthas




Lawrence Y Braithwaite (aka. Lord Patch)
New Palestine/Fernwood/The Hood
1424

 http://victoria.indymedia.org/news/2003/08/16094.php


 http://collections.ic.gc.ca/obho/books/non-fiction/social-commentary/letthe.html

 http://victoria.indymedia.org/news/2003/12/19718.php

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