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Invent the Future

by Truth Universal

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Chorus(2x): (From) Now till now on crowds of people will come forever we'll show you, that you're seeking us [TO INVENT THE FUTURE!] I'mma (strive to make) it perfectly clear if you feelin it, let me see your hands in the air could ignore the Black Holocaust like I didn't care but i respect my roots like Black Thought and Ahmir i'm fixture, i'm ain't going eh anywhere not fallin' off, I show improvement every year you intend make me cease, you got trouble to bear feelin' like Sinead O'Connor because nothing compares if you, look on a map my location appears due South Louisiana, send my packages there world-wide, getting love from everywhere i've had incidents they hop on stage and flat in the rear but, i prefer the curvature like she Pamela Grier and Coffy is the color with the natural hair criminal minded, like '87 lettin' it blare you might get blinded if you stare directly into the glare it's the SUN, wack mother*****rs' ending is near if you prone to melanoma I'm the one you should fear if you're, offended by the wording I DO NOT CARE! standing, by my convictions as long as there's air flowing through my nasal passages I stand on my square 90 degrees, an emcee with the warrior flare affecting social change to my heart that purpose is dear invent the future, the main intent of my career the rhyme is so nice (that) the people will come The beats are so nice… Chorus
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Verse I I’m on target like the Howard Johnson roof topper No big secret, that I don’t oblige the swine coppers In my company you’ll never find a dime dropper Nobody liable to speed dial crimestoppers Crime alarming and snitchin’ never dropped the rate Really protected me, well then I might cooperate Capital motivated, all the duties they perform That’s never gonna change without some radical reform DJ Waht synthesized it, I memorized it And walked the continent before the devil terrorized it No auction price sufficed, (they) obviously underbid Dealing with the (simple) fact, I came before Columbus did (When) Van Sertima and others contributed to mental wealth Had a subtle departure from my former self Now I paint the picture like an African Picasso That liberates a mind like Sankara did Burkina Faso HOOK: …underground + underexposed + underrated Maybe indifferent, you could love it, you could hate it Never outdated, can’t be exterminated obstacles and struggles, (they) just keep me motivated Sybil: I’ve been up, I’ve been down I finally found some solid ground Lookin’ back I’m so glad I made it Obstacles and struggles only kept me MOTIVATED! Verse II Omo Shango…MC means Molotov Concoctor Chopped these drums of EPMD’s Jane saga Respectable when spittin’ over juggles holding (on to) microphones (Cuz) I got offspring with double X chromosomes This Joseph Technicolor Raincoat, you monochrome Still choppin’ dusty samples to a clicking metronome I own the culture so and so misappropriates When I spit I keep it doper than an opiate Right now if you’re walking out then you don’t relate Hail up Oludumare, but still (with) no religious faith In my backyard they stingy with the compensate Rodney Dangerfield syndrome, I’m taken outta state And usually out of context, and though he conscious And beaucoup marginalized, the man well accomplished! Avoiding rumors, breathtaking as a body blow And strive to liberate like Nkrumah Osageyfo HOOK This coon ish, with me it don’t digest so well Tyler Perry, housewives of ATL, I hate to dwell Evident that bafoonin’ make pockets swell Shoulda never gave you saggin money, quoting dave Chappelle I’m motivated by my elders banished to a cell For emphasis, added the voice of sybill shanell I’m not alone, although a fixture in the scene I dedicate this to all emcees in New Orleans That brother Spitta, Lyrikill, Eles from the GPC Merc, Jay Elect, Dee-1, also Nesby P Y’all ‘cross the river, my Uptown Brown Clowns Mid City, East, Gentilly and my Downtown rounds Hope you not seated when this come out the DJ crate Get up like Top mob, elle one, Harsh and EVACuate Try to ignore it, but I know that you hearing me now Striving to liberate like Cabral in Guinea Bissau Chorus
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For the Love 03:31
For the Love **For the luh luh luh luh luh luh luh LOVE** Verse I I’ll take out your best MC for my grand finale And put New Orleans on the map like I’m Rand McNally The intent to affect change, that’s what I’m rhyming with People say keep doing it, but never put a dime in it I’m tryna manage this green like I was Danny Ainge With rhymes I gave you 2 cents, I’m tryna make change Penny for my thoughts? Fine, but before you give me that be sure to add 999 more And buy the album! It’s kinda hard touring when You accumulating debt like Brother Randall Robinson I need a guarantee, not really making a fuss Just want it up front like whites on a segregated bus And thus, it’s for the love, but now I got children And Love’ll make a fool of you like Denise Williams Pro-choice lyrics, poor quality aborted To make sure good music gets listener supported Chorus: Went from, city to city and state to state It all started out with us just digging in the crates Didn’t know full time B-boy was the fate It’s for the people, but compensation would be great (It’s for the LOOOOVE) (Luh luh luh luh luh…) Love of rhymes, love of the beat Love of the scratching, Love of the streets Love of new creation with original flavor And Love of reaping fruits of you cultural labor (It’s for the LOOOOVE) Verse II If you in it for the cash, then end that shit fast It’s hard to make g’s like 3 year olds in penmanship class With your wax and disc, prepare for the bumps and bruises DJ cliques act bxtch with their picks and chooses And they the ones who ain’t deserving my tunes They get no service like poor people in emergency rooms Hear my rhymes, they be like, “Damn dawg you outta chill” I speak my mind, diss the Vatican like Lauryn Hill It’s sorta ill sometimes who descends on the floor Ain’t necessarily the people you intended it for Depending on tours, internationally exported For who support it, one reason that it gets recorded Reason 2, recoup and hopefully stack some dough And last but not least, challenging the status quo With your best plantation rapper run a dead heat But independent like a Mama when the Daddy deadbeat Chorus Verse III Let me tell you, I been in love with this Before the label politics, distributors + publicists (It’s) kinda frustrating cuz, the things I do for the love Should be like Tiger Woods’ wife, an make you run from the club To, organically provide what the listener wants With gimmicks, falsehood, or publicity stunts For you to listen I implore, and refuse to be ignored Truth Universal, you know what I do it for
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Get It 04:12
Verse I Mental enslavement and pavements have blood stains Single mama pain smack dab in flood plains Hood supermarkets don’t even carry no whole grains Evading diabetes as well as the blown brains Where some don’t mind dying for wards they proclaim Surroundings in which I was raised and maintained But on the open market, these stocks get low gains if you ain’t smoking strains or rockin that cocaine but me I rock mics, cross borders and make change on, passenger trains, cars, buses and jet planes 20 cities just to boost the recognition of name Not an Irene Cara type that be lookin’ for fame To be the most popular was never the aim To empower and make wack cats step up they game You got a problem tell me bout it, ain’t no bxxch in my veins Forever for the people won’t be switchin’ no lanes Chorus: Failure came knocking, I never let it in Heard the beats droppin’, was ready to begin Losing? Forget it, we set it for the win Get it, MOVING, CRACKIN’, POPPIN’—IN! Get it, MOVING, CRACKIN’, POPPIN’—IN!(4x) Verse II (If) these young cats want direction, I give 'em my spiel Lay it out in black and white like Heidi + Seal Somebody try to discover you, it’s best that you yield Discovered people got smallpox in blankets concealed Decimated after teaching (colonists) preparation of meals Exported 9000 miles to pick cotton in fields I once waited on this one cat to gimmie a deal Masquerading pro-Black bxxch nxxga (that) wasn't for real When we'd speak, my release date he'd never reveal Felt like two Technics, he was spinning my wheels Said between commercial and conscious he would level the field Tried to switch my steez up, we didn’t congeal Stifled my momentum, fate almost got sealed I was out like the Clampets in that automobile If it go commercial, wouldn’t from switching my feel Like Rocksteady Flashdancing w/ Jennifer Beal Chorus Verse III I live along the Mississippi, as once did Choctaw Most times rhyming, I hold the microphone southpaw Big Daddy Kane, Juice Crew, it's undoubtedly raw MC Shan, Shante, authentic, down by the law Man, I'm cold...and still stay fresh when I thaw I kept grinding, because success I foresaw Professional presentation leave spectators in awe We left the static in on purpose, no it wasn't a flaw Storm hit and for life we had to tooth and to claw People suffered, and who prospered? halliburton and shaw I worked for almost everything that about me you saw Dueling with the industry, take 10 paces and draw Petty criticism, that's the back breaking straw These blog saggin bout to kcuf around, get bust in they jaw Promoters think we rock free, aw family naw Hit your financial institutions and proceed to withdraw Chorus
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Dual citizen, Immigrant, the status I love it Trini-dad and Tobago is meh native republic And I stay rockin’ crowds whether many or few I rock for cats that be livid, don’t be havin’ clue Cats who stay fresh, with the fits and the shoes Cats who spit raps, and use the spliff as they muse Cats in the games who undoubtedly contributed dues I also love to rock for women of indigenous hues for cats who don’t pledge allegiance to red, white and the blue Who know racism is systemic and it’s limiting you And school systems do the damage they intended to do And who control the world’s wealth the percentage is few With this rhyme I do the work some prentendin’ to do For them the drawing board is what I’m sending ‘em to Nonsense, we never hesitant to consume Whites who peddle Black culture, elephant in the room Keepin’ on word bond no matter what or the whom Married to this rap stuff like we jumpin’ the broom And I just the job I was chosen I to do But sometimes it drive you crazy like you loosened a screw Rhymes that make sense are what I exclusively do Never alienate, it’s all inclusive of you
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VERSE I 84 Hip Hop sickness that could not be cured Rap fanaticism turned to sharpening my sword Circa 1990, schooled by AM94 Back when Seafood City was on St. Bernard and Broad It’s my pleasure and my duty, a love laden chore And I would change a few things on the path I’ve endured Made my greatest efforts to not be obscured Safe to say that I’m a product of the blocks I’ve explored Paid dues that average cat could not afford Urge support of independents, both implied and implored Studied and mastered my craft, now blessed to be on tour Both domestic and abroad, rock and watch patrons applaud (Beaucoup) Humidity and Heat(HEAT!), but still we needed more So I called North Carolina and got Khrysis on the boards …standin’at the end of the microphone cord Truth Universal Self Ruler, Glory… Praise the Lord ***DJ Waht*** VERSE II Man, I’m New Orleans East, Workin’ class, 9th Ward Section 8 Destitute, but still contribute to the collection plates Help the building the building fund, don’t just spit to be affectionate Man born Diego, to Louisiana rep meh state Black business first that’s the difference my complexion makes I’mma spit ‘til Kingdom come, that’s my best estimate I just wanna rock, galvanize, have on par sales And have it sewed up like Denise making Gordon Gartrells Live by the saying all things in moderation And prefer the compensation in larger denomination I’m less purp we smoke and glock that we tote And more Electoral college vs. popular vote Not the Barry White baritone, dropping the notes On the pole dancer platforms ocular growth Is my main objective, I don’t knock your approach But, struggle’s my religion, I put stock in my quotes—Truth ***DJ Waht*** Lyrikill: Style I start on par, by far best best You finshin’, I ain’t even start yet, An artist, I’m only jumpin’ as high as the bar’s set And running through these lines I’m Tony Dorsett You a Geo Prizm against a suped Corvette Better yet a pedestrian against a car yes, Todd Goetz Get hit in the bull’s eye, do not bullshit I Throw a sharp dart so it could hit my Opponent’s proponent of ownership component Cable, took me from the phone in front to owner shit We talking TV, 1080p, N8 innate bars bury you under the beat Gimmie 16 statutory xxxx what I spit through Rip me, bxtch who? A pit against a Shitzu Old soul ain’t shit new but the tissue How I flush flunkies before a diss too!
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Truth: For a cat who rock the mic RIGHT, bold, no anonymous shroud Relevant but far left of the predominant crowd Originality was staple, but they lackin’ it now These labels push trash without even battin’ a brow Make no mistake when the records spin, I’m black and I’m proud Late nights in Inner Recess with the monitors loud Catching contact from somebody cannabis cloud…Hip Hop ***People get Readaaay Rakaa: I Siesta with one eye on the scope Wake up focused on connecting blocks like Legos It ain’t ya showbiz, dark world we the bridge building freedom fighter shine Others lack the courage, understand they couldn’t find the time We “International,” “Stateside to Worldwide” Pull out your “Polygraph(s),” we recognize the world’s lies They say the truth’s heavy, aim and shoot steady ***People get Readaaay Truth: It maybe full of thorns, but they never will usurp the crown Been through hell, so I know we heaven bound From the DMV to the crescent city town Stokley Ture accompanied by Kevin Brown Tune in if you’re frustrated, looking for a better sound The cream rises, but I still my Sevens down Supreme Ruler status and I’m never steppin’ down ***People get Readaaay Chorus If you ain’t ready, you got to get ready… People Get Ready You got to get ready, you got to get ready… ***People get Readaaay Truth: Ahkim and Justice Enlightened me, said God is in you I got the knowledge of myself and it broadened my view Learned we bigger than the work we were imported the do Now I’m bringing you the gospel according to Truth Former battle cat, indeed I slaughtered a few Now (I’m) opening and “Top Billing” like the Audio Two Story moral seize the chances afforded to you…All My… ***People get Readaaay Rakaa: It’s true, it’s all real right here…so clear Light years from the dark, but we smile to fight fears And it all seems strange, when I look and see regression Like, “The More Things Change,” the more we seem to need the lessons Intergalactic universal Planet Rock Stay wide awake and pay attention when the planet talks They say the truth’s heavy, aim and shoot steady ***People get Readaaay Truth: Unless, it’s in the name of self-defense or freedom’s spread Never leave a garment crimson red or a body stinkin’ dead Or plot the the path of lead with the laser infrareds, For Benjamin and Lincoln heads, on linen minted by the fed Now, if instead we talkin’ sustenance and homestead, Well then you modify the color of the thoroughbred In that case nowhere near complacent, still paper chasin’ ***People get Readaaay
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Verse I Hey young the world is yours But keep your work legal, please avoid these laws Them people want us workin’ free like it’s 16th century (and) Kids w/ Black skin destined for the penitentiaries Chorus: I know you feel like you’re on your own (and) All your luck is gone Verse II We in the streets killin’ ourselves as if we were savages Murder rate triple what the national average is We don’t love ourselves, wreckless chasing benjamins Angola bound or up in University hemorrhaging it’s just so much to put in a verse Bottom line is you’re ORIGINAL, you were here first Black is the maker, owner, cream of the planet earth No way you should be 16 carried away in a hearse You like, this old dude don’t even make sense And parents don’t understand like Jeff and the Fresh Prince But the funny thing is, we actually do And 20 years ago, we was exactly like you Chorus Verse III Sometimes school is boring and teachers be aggravating Stick with it, 4 years you could be graduating (At least) 4 years of college could boost your finances Ain’t nothing guaranteed, but you have better chances The thing you love most, it’s worth pursuing it figure out a way for you to get paid doing it I offer these words to help you stay on the right course don’t advocate military or the police force That’s just my advice, still it ain’t no joke They don’t work in the interest of the poor and the Black folks I never sold dope, a day in my life But found ways to help my mama keep on the lights I thought of creative legal ways that I could get loot Kept kicks, Polo, Izod and Adidas sweatsuits Entrepreneur, sales I had a knack for 13, Slingin Mama noodles right out the back door Making paper, doing homework, watchin’ Looney Tunes Then, sold subscriptions to the (times) picayune I love my Mama, kept me offa the corner Bussed tables, dropped fries till I got my diploma Then I left home to get professional knowledge Pell grants and bakin’ bean pies got me through college On the real, I still owe for them Stafford loans But now I (computer) program, and see the world rockin microphones Bridge Verse IV Your dreams and passions you should chase behind You’ll face struggles, I was faced with mine I really hope you embrace this rhyme I love you, if I didn’t wouldn’t waste my time Chorus
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Verse I We start the ceremony with the ancestors honored Poor libation call a name… Khalid Abdul Muhammad Rhyme producer, Mansa Musa Mali type Islamic Fixated on liberation, I start with economics Foreign Native, Domestic Dignitary… It’s like I keep a Molotov inside an unabridged dictionary Hollowed out. My map coordinates are in the south After political education classes, followed out By undercovers, who target numbers of us Who strive to civilize all in the family like Sally Struthers I see the world with these bookings I got Then it’s back to the home of the crookedest cops And we train for when we clash with they conniving ass But keep that off the record like I took defensive driving class This that Middle Passage sonically personified Should be obvious my motivation ain’t no dollar signs Take a picture Brother…’cuz we the revolutionaries… 26.2 marathon distance(long run) Full reward, never took the path of least resistance Over a decade and I remain smashing it Annoyed with the nonsene, still I stay passionate Verse II Black ,musical commodity exploited to the last grand It ain’t traditional w/o a guitar or brass band (they say) Guerrilla rap, Unconventional anomaly I’m not included in the y bogus cultural economy Comedy for pale faces to define my (culture) norms you some exploitative thieves, in addition misinformed swarm of locusts, power brokers, gate keepers corporate job holders, music snobs, , late sleepers rhymes get spoken over beats that break speakers classic graff tag strokers donned in some great sneakers djembe to mpc60, asking who crates deeper cultural laborer, but low wage reeper I contemplate, then create, rehearse, rock and get paid No compensation, then abort the mission (like) Roe Vs. Wade this that middle passage progression sonically personified don’t understand? then to touch my culture you ain’t qualified Take a picture Sister…’cuz we the revolutionaries… 26.2 marathon distance(long run) Full reward, never took the path of least resistance Over a decade and I remain smashing it Annoyed with the bs, still I stay passionate Verse III Life give me lemons, I add ginger and make If this on the radio, then that DJ renegade Where, rocks get swallowed as a part of the sport While running from police, thank you Oliver North I’m from that Reagan era, working people degradation Privatization, social spending cuts, Deregulation whether you sittin' takin notes sober and makin' correlations or gettin' rid of trees like amazon deforestation you hear the indignation that's an indication no form of intimidation gon stop this liberation like the hammer banged on the bullet's center indentation gunnin’ for the innocent incarcerated vindication free albert woodfox, free herman Wallace y’all free sundiata acoli really, free 'em all praise the lord, and pass the ammunition—make it clap! Stay busting, disgusting, revolting with the rap ***This that middle passage progression sonically personified And for loving my people, I don’t apologize!!*** ***Take a picture y’all, ‘cuz we the revolutionaries***
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Verse I (It’s been a) long time coming, hundred miles still runnin’ Constant grind to make the talent match the acumen and cunning Neef got me on the bar, bout my fitness and the self defense Cleary identify forces that we fight against (Cokely) Who want the oil under water Jesus was walkin’ on Keep beef with pigs like Israel and Lebanon They say, “Truth you sounding different on the beats you talkin’ on.” I’m tryna get my “Like, Water for Chocolate” on! Success in the end that what my sights set upon an AK clip gettin' fed into a megaphone Coming from a place where self-worth minimal Police run roughshod and Black Skin Criminal Situation critical, tired of hearing it?, 'til. Everybody get it then, keep tweet sharing it To make quality synonymous with my name I Rock mics, cash checks, add balance to the game Evelyn on the hook: Oh Oh Oh…Oh Oh Oh Oh… Verse II Fin-ally, like Cece Peniston, excelling in the discipline Gave this music to the world, now thousands are listening (If you) think you hear the last of this nola-trinidadian Then I have news for allyuh like the Sunday Mornin' Guardian Normal Attitude, but not the average dude Guerrilla outlook…strive to grow my own food Community, rap and fam, how you managing that It’s a well-choreographed balancing act Sincere thanx to my queen for not lettin’ me slack Giving birth to my daughters and havin my back Progressive Lifestyle that reflect in the rap Peace and Knowledge add a Cipher, man I love being Black If I didn’t do it justice I would stop give it back Sub-stance the game lack, I add balance w/a track (brrrraaaP) To make quality synonymous with my name I Rock mics, cash checks, add balance to the game Verse III Cats here blast on pigs, part of the urban lore That’s real talk, but Black youth gettin’ murdered more Sayin’ “bout dat” and words you never heard before African linguistics broke the French like Toussaint L’Ouverture Chillin’ where debit cards don’t pump past 60 Controlling this raging spirit like my name Bixby Bill, for the love I admit but still Think I’mma rap for free c’mon bitch get real! Anti -Buck dancin’, non-shuck jiving With these lyrics I’m striving for an uprising (Why?) Because the efforts of officials ain’t applaudable dude Living wage, good schools, and fresh affordable food Outta reach, purged voter rolls, population whitewashed scrapin’ for low wages so we ain’t livin’ with lights off To make quality synonymous with my name I Rock mics, cash checks, add balance to the game
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This cat named Greg and Tamika that’s his baby mama Got a bad relationship like China and the Dalai Lama Ex-collegiate athlete, (he) always got chose Bad rotator cup killed his chance at the pros Ever since high school, his seat in classes stayed unfilled Now in real life labor low paid and unskilled He met a woman that didn’t care what his position was Stayed by his side, her love was unconditional Dropped out as juniors, youth planted inside Had 2 more then, Greg felt he couldn’t provide Once high expectations morphed to low self esteem Awakened rudely, nothing like his family dreams Then became candidate for alcoholic’s anon Tamika worked hard, but Gregory forgot the bond He saw the manhood threat, not the mom Daily beat her into submission like they was in the Octagon He’d ask questions, if her answers seemed equivocal The confrontation could result in bruises to her physical Her life was hell, all she wanted was happiness He’d beat her ass like the saints did Indianapolis In 2010, like many men ashamed of what he did But then again he’d hit her right in front of the kids Child: “Daddy, why you hit on Mama so much I thought that you’d protect us from anybody’s touch You beat her like a thief, did she do something wrong Please stop you hurt her body ‘cuz your muscles are strong” He sent the child to his room screaming his/her name As the child left the room, his head hung in shame… He looked at Tamika, like he was feeling her pain Tears welled in his eyes and said that he’d change …he had a new job, he was tryna to do better His woman wanted to grow, he decided to let her 6 months passed, and the bottle he stayed off Then parish budget cuts left the broken man laid off Looked for work, but a steady job it seemed that he couldn’t have it In about two weeks, back to the old habits Daily screams from the jaw to fist collisions Would echo loudly throughout the ghetto subdivision Sometimes a black eye, other times bones broke up The routine was regular, and then Tamika spoke up Tamika: “Greg I had enough and I can’t take anymore. You said you would stop, and you said it before… Whatever ever happened, to the love that we used to have? I’d rather die, than be your damn punching bag” (He) asked her if she had a pistol or if Jesus was with her, ‘cuz one of them would have to save her, (and) proceeded to hit her His main goal was to put her in her in her place Convinced he could do it with repeated blows to the face But she had enough this time didn’t back down …couldn’t hear the screaming children off in the background This was all because of his anger overdose He beat Tamika, until she was nearly comatose Wasn’t dead, to live had very good chance EMT put her limp in the ambulance Deemed unfit, his actions nearly murderous (The) state sent the children with (child) protective services (her) father close, she rested in the hospital bed With lacerations from repeated knocks to the head Mild concussion suffered from blunt force trauma Tubes in her nose reminded him of his mama Blocked out, but flashbacks, every now and then Thought about the maybe twice he saw his daddy in the pen Never forgot, his father killed a man's daughter Only got a charge of involuntary manslaughter Though he was a child, always felt he coulda done some more He went to speak with the common law son-in-law Arrived and knocked on the door, Greg peeked through the blinds He said, “Let me in Son, I need to speak my mind.” He let him in out of respect for his wisdom …apprehensive, but he was still prepared for pugilism Tamika’s Father: “Tell me seriously where you gon carry her It’s been 12 years; with no plans to marry her Disturbance calls, (but) to jail they ain’t gon take you Obviously ain’t gon stop until somebody makes you” Greg: “Don’t have to be married for her to be my wife Mind your business, this my house and my life” Tamika’s father faced Greg with the HK nina Put a hole in his dome like hurricane Katrina Justice served, no remorse for what he did When questioned by the pigs, neighbors saw nobody leave the crib
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Food Fight 04:19
Chorus: Erase trees for soybeans, release the earth’s carbon Difficult to understand this economic jargon Gas prices stay high, Consumers looking for the bargin Poor people staples outta reach, they pushed to the margin 7 billion on the planet, but 1 billion starvin’ Load your guns to protect your backyard garden God degree at a premium, food fight startin’ Food’s at premium…food fight starting Verse I Grapes of Wrath from a microphone line check Concern for dust bowls like I was John Steinbeck Half of your income spent on food if you ain’t elite Aquifier (aquifer) overirrigate water tables (we) deplete 1 degree Celsius rise, 10 percent less wheat global warming, temperature is rising like Mobb Deep middle class marked with acquisition of dead meat Milk, eggs, and up the food chain, striving to make leaps Feed Grain to livestock foul…cows…sheep Demand for the extra corn and soy, making the price Steep Three way grain contention, a morality duel Not just to eat and feed livestock, we using it for biofuel The world food situation obviously troubling Impact across the world (unequal) as food prices doubling Chorus Verse II Hard to grow crops, everything ain’t coming up roses We see land sold or leased right under villagers noses Drought strikes worldwide, when water don’t reach the roots Roundup fuzed Monsanto seeds don't reproduce Monopolize world food production, what they seek to do So when you need to sow new seeds, it's them that you’re speaking to On the best dietary choices, hard to just decide On food grown locally, unmodified no pesticides Peace to fam, workin' to increase the fresh food presence To working class neighborhoods (and) decreasing the food deserts... Not just fast food , making Whole foods obtainable With Neighborhood farming, a model that's sustainable... When the levees failed, the city’s larger percentile Couldn’t get fresh food for 5x10 miles Never know what could happen when you're livin' in hell But one thing's for certain, hungry people rebel Chorus ***dialogue***

about

“You cannot carry out fundamental change without a certain amount of madness. This madness has to come from the courage to turn your back on old formulas; it has to come from the courage to invent the future. We must dare to INVENT THE FUTURE.” -- Thomas Sankara

Borrowed from the great Burkina Faso (formerly Upper Volta) liberator--Thomas Sankara, "Invent the Future" is a revolutionary phrase which speaks to having the audacity to challenge the status quo to make way for innovation. The listener is invited to creatively explore such themes as domestic violence, food security and justice, youth violence, and industry marginalization.

As Truth's foremost intention is to affect social change, he is also mindful of the importance of being a timeless and exceptional eMCee. The record showcases a new side to Truth's music and lyricism and the all-star production team includes P.U.D.G.E., Kev Brown, AF THE NAYSAYER, Shawde Banx, Khrysis!!! (Justus League, Little Brother, Buckshot, Talib Kweli, Sean Price), DJ Waht, and Mr. Dain. We kept the guest appearances to a minimum in order to better showcase Truth's message, but the album does feature stellar cameo appearances by Rakaa Iriscience of Dilated Peoples, Sybil Shanell, Lyrikill, Evelyn Champagne, and Nate Suave Cameron.

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credits

released October 8, 2013

Black Massive Intro
Produced by Shawde Banx for Muzik Dude (ASCAP)

Invent the Future ++
Written by E. Montgomery, T. Ujasiri and N. Cameron
Produced by P.U.D.G.E. for 2 22 PM Music (ASCAP)

Motivated
Written by T. Ujasiri and S. Schneider (Sybil Schneider BMI)
Produced by DJ Waht for egruks Music

For the Love ++
Witten by T. Ujasiri
Produced by P.U.D.G.E. for 2 22 PM Music (ASCAP)
Cuts by P.U.D.G.E.

Get It
Written by T. Ujasiri
Produced by Mr. Dain for Soalyk Music (ASCAP)

Ax24 (One and Done) +
Written by T. Ujasiri
Produced by AF THE NAYSAYER for AF THE NAYSAYER Music (ASCAP)

Praise the Lord
Written by T. Tujasiri and A. Jones, Jr. (Alvin Chuck Jones, Jr.), W. Kimble
Produced by Khrysis for GIMMIE MY DAMN Publishing (ASCAP)
Cuts by DJ Waht

People Get Ready
Written by T. Ujasiri and R. Taylor (Rakaa Taylor BMI)
Produced by Kev Brown for Dingy Brown Music (ASCAP)

Path of Least Resistance ++
Written by T. Ujasiri
Produced by P.U.D.G.E. for 2 22 PM Music (ASCAP)

Letter to the Youth
Written by T. Ujasiri
Produced by Shawde Banx for Muzik Dude (ASCAP)

Mics, Checks + Balances ++
Written by T. Ujasiri and E. Montgomery
Produced by P.U.D.G.E. for 2 22 PM Music (ASCAP)

Food Fight +
Written by T. Ujasiri
Produced by AF THE NAYSAYER for AF THE NAYSAYER Music (ASCAP)

Mixed + Mastered by Prospek @ Inner Recess Studio
Except for:
++, Mixed + Mastered by P.U.D.G.E.
+, Mixed by Scooter Jackson + Prospek, Mastered by Prospek

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