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A Vignette

by KKwatson

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Rappers These Days 05:00
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Rappers These Days VERSE 1 I️ wish that rappers these days They were saying something They were saying something meaningful Saying something meritous Saying something challenging the parents of Americans Parents of Americans What I mean to say is Rappers these days they be claiming Claiming that they're putting ooooon for the city When the truth of the matter is What they're really doing is they're selling out their city Yo Truth ain't pretty Raised by this hip hop rage When this hip hop cage Still ran by the man in the maze Old heads searchin for the peace that we came with Preaching out the message Our people used to sang with Soul searching music that our streets used to bang with But now the people wanna pray with Billboard Music with the top 40 pop records BabySit my Child Hell not with it Rather rock a KWELI Pete Rock record Those Are the Facts. Chorus 1 I️ Can’t Return Back Home Until I️ Make It I️ Can’t Return Back Home Until This Hip Hop Breathes VERSE 2 Rappers these days I gotta little metaphor Billboard charts Play it for your kids more Play it for your daughters Play it for your sons while they're busy doing Sunday chores While they’re busy do homework on the living room floor Now leave em couple hours while you head to the store Let the billboard babysit See what you get Respect out the window Body image first You'd be lucky if you ever saw your kid wanna work College all a party zone High school where they learn to hurt Education Nunca Education never first You'll see em learn to chase dreams without the work to go along with it Shortcuts taken with their bodies doing wrong with it Billboard babysitting kids these days Something wrong with it Something just not mom with it Think of all the hours where your kids rock headphones. All the power when the music used to set tones When the music to set bones Before the music ever thought of as a step stone When the baby boomer tuners were tumors for Uncle Sam Judas Baby boomers using the music to make a stand stupid Holding hands stupid For the fam stupid Not abusing the purity of a note rang right To leverage another person Selling out the Fam Stupid Music was the battle So the streets They can last stupid I remember when the music was a focus for change The music was a movement standing up against the chains Music was a symbol that we all had a grave We all have a God and we gonna be Saved Music used to be for the mothers who never wanted the same Heartbreak for their daughters in vein Music has come such a long dark way But I think wrong direction What I'm trying to say Through the battle of a song fight I Pray That this Hip Hop game comes back to its Name Chorus 2 (Final) I️ Can’t Return Back Home Until I️ Make It I️ Can’t Return Back Home Until This Hip Hop Breathes I️ Can’t Return Back Home Until I️ Make It I️ Can’t Return Back Home Until This Hip Hop Breathes Please come back Hip-Hop saved my life so many times Now I️ need you to come back ...Come back different Or just leave me here.
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Hip Hop Left 07:17
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Hip Hop Left VERSE 1 Hip Hop Left And never came back Your never left me map for where to find the lost rings at Hip hop took a walk out the door and left me laying there middle of the living room floor Inside the dragon lair Ghettos of America Ghettos always scaring us Ghettos only one speaking out the truth telling us Where the people went Where the people been Waiting for the revolution Power of the pen Mightier than sword If you can write it with the force Jedi Mind Focus with your Yoda Game Lokin Lokin up on Love Stoking up on Love Stock piling the hugs Stock piling the Love for when the world gets chokin The world only opens for the hearts who’ve been focused on the ones who’ve been open from beginning of flowin Please HipHop Notice You’re game is chokin’ Chorus Hip-Hop doesn’t wait for those That wanna serve the people That wanna serve the people Hip-Hop doesn’t break for those That need to serve the people That need to serve the people I need to serve. VERSE 2 Hip Hop Left And never came back You never left me map for how to give the needy green backs For how to give the money back to people for my dreams answered Yo! Answer me this question: Hiphop Do you think you serve a master? Or are you only focused on the money as a Master? Forefathers crying in their graves with a sadness Money as a master That’s madness And that’s tragic That we ask it We ask the people daily for a dollar or two When they ain’t got two dollars for a chicken noodle soup We ask the people daily for a stream and a view But we only tell em maybe when they ask for a shoot A simple little photograph autographed too They could sell it online Feed their family for a week or two But we hide Getting high for a week or two. Views online on a beach in Cancún HipHop Are you proud of what you do? Take a long black look at all the long black dresses Dress it up with truth instead of dressing it with sex kid HipHop Be more than a rep for being wreckless Be more than a set list And Mos Def Be more than a sex fix. Teach the people what it means to authentically need affection Be the healing in the potion not in the poison or infection Chorus Hip-Hop doesn’t wait for those That wanna serve the people That wanna serve the people Hip-Hop doesn’t break for those That need to serve the people That need to serve the people I need to serve. VERSE 3 Hip Hop Left And never came back You never left me map for where to find the little things at Moments in life That we never get back Appreciate the Little’s things That die fast HipHop You promote the fast lane Fast cars Fast women Fast money from the dope game You promote the hate Divide the streets Every time you speak People kill each other with their eyes set on dope chains You justify the trigger with the words that you won’t change Lyrics that you put in your rhymes are a hope game Children on the bus use your music for the love They ain’t never been taught The absence of a hug From their father or their mother never hugging enough So make your words count Speak the self worth out Make it rattle out the drums Make the 808 bump New kind of rhyme With a new kind of shine With the mumble rap teaching me Have fun I️nstead of teaching me how to hold a gun and only wanna cum I’m begging you Give the next generation a simple rite of passage they can do look their parents in the face with And break the cycle of this clockwise toilet bowl drain kid We’ve been dressing up with skinny jean porn addict fiends Objectifying mothers trying to make the ends meet An Hour on this beat I️ could go with the Pain But there’s a moment in between when the pendulum swings If I️ continue to speak About the issues make me wanna scream I’m giving em the power stead of putting em to sleep
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A Vignette 03:52
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Rappers These Days (Blank Page) 05:00
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Hip Hop Left (Blank Page) 07:17
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released May 26, 2018

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16 Singles
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KKwatson is an eclectic Music Producer, Recording Artist, and the adopted son of legendary music producer Todd Rundgren. His music productions are a wavy combination between moody electronica and a dark dash of cinematic Hip-Hop. ... more

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