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Captains log

by olmecha supreme

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Jah Samurai 03:36
not your average samurai... mushrooms grow in the snow, i hide my eyes cause i don't want you to know, what my minds been through, if you knew you would throw up, the secrets better than the truth. you want proof, check the intrigue, images move you to believe full moon's shining feel inspiration the cold of the soul is still a sensation, meaning i know i'm still alive explosive thoughts ricochet on the inside one of the days when i'm back with my tribe and the sun shines warm light back upon my vibe... i want something that can resist the elements, one piece keep me safe, just like i'm celibate, a heat shield force field for the environment intelligent nano updates before retirement bullet proof mesh on a death proof frame yank the hood over my face and stomp through the rap game cause i aint your average samurai! so don't confuse me with some other guy! the planets purple red sun beating down the yellow skies surround my form move through the sand storm behind me two enormous yojimbo mecha robo from the dojo of the sound planet resurrected ancients futuristic relic my sonic samurai clan represent the african galactic emperor selassie the 5th prime minister of the united afro galactic shipping company we terraformed new abysnia for the exodus world ships moving through cosmic flux in dangerous times mines the path of exploring new lines to tie us back to black, turntable rewind and im... chorus. most emcees scatter when the skies start to rain, but i'm that battered rhyme veteran who will maintain, kid, the final warning came when you got cut through the throat end up curry in a hurry like goat we are the father of creation roots of all nation key to future unification generation to generation patient meditation source of endless innovation it's always been an invocation chorus... end.
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everything in life is high definition, the cinema's mission, to replace your senses, i can see the hairs on the back of my neck, but can you see within when you introspect? i spark the chalice get high definition all that i see is a reflection of my senses, when the chalice drops my vision remains, high definition lingers on in my brain... i get high off technology, plastic pharmacology, electronic digital cybernetic hectic remove my limbs with out antiseptic without anesthetic take them off software directly linked into my robotic hardware partition my brainstem hitting my hidden hard drive clone me, my e-shadow ready for the battle ripples on the surface echoes of monkey chatter infinite voices calling out in the dark stretched out addressed by my subroutine screen processor power becomes the drums echo multidimensional arrays say "lets go" you can only hope the scope of your vision doesn't leave you trapped in the prison of the prism cause when everything is high definition can you really tell me what's real? when everything in life is high definition the cinema's mission to replace your senses i can see the hair's on the back of my neck but can you see within when you introspect? i spark the chalice get high definition all that i see is a reflection of my senses when the chalice drops my vision remains, high definition lingers on in my brain...
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guinea, ghana, guyana, guinea, ghana, guyana guinea-guinea, ghana guyana, guinea, ghana, give me gold!
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black sand 03:48
black sand, black sand, i'll lay you down, by the ocean underneath the moon light!
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megaman 02:35
ultrasupersonicheretosavetheheismegaman!
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bebe, with your style your running things there's no turning back. from the tops of the mountain down to the seas in the so called land of the free who's free when cash rules everything around me and baby i'm so glad you found me babylon surround we we adjust why them come busted so dangerous and we tremble what happened to the love we assemble? baby baby baby with your style you keep on running things i said, this is the land of the old old kings praises unto jah jah we sing until the end of time and forever keep on running things...
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once there was a mulberry bush and a weasel sit upon a throne of evil a throne of death in a wicked empire the weasel told the bush to steal from the people freedom on a throne of evil black blood! in the wicked empire... said lock up the monkey chain pon the ape suck life from the ground underneath their feet spread fear and death in the wicked empire said the weasel to the bush you sit on the throne put bars on the windows shut up in the homes spread fear and death in the wicked empire blame it on a man with a different face a different name for god who live in a place where there's more black blood for the wicked empire fire bomb from the sea drop bomb from the sky kill a man kill a woman kill a dog kill a child in the name of god for the wicked empire but a monkey broke free and him chase up the weasel set fire to the bush and the bush was burning set fire to the throne in the wicked empire him unlock the chains and free all the people tell them the truth and pop goes the weasel pop goes the weasel in the wicked empire!
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talking bout this feeling i'm getting yo, are these the last days, i hope its not so told my son his grandchildren i'd like to know hope this ain't the last appocalypso... pinochio dance for uncle sammy gepetto who sold crack to kids just to crack up the ghetto then rolls back to his post way up in the meadow they flooded the streets cause their hearts are so shallow afraid that we'll follow any lead to rise up black like a shadow shot by the cops with the steel tip arrows chance is its narrow to pass 21 24 and my marrow says fuck you gipetto with your puppet man clan smoking blunts talking shit like the donkey that i am right out of your sight cause my pops had a plan to get his kids out this here wicked land the lands not wicked man but everyplace they stand is touched by deaths hand living in tombstones you feel it in your bones aching for africa ashamed when they laugh at you fools... they dig up the jewels whether we lip em or we drip em how do you break a modern day slave? whip em, equipe em with a weapon don't step in when they killin you chillin taking dreams drenched in blood to entertain the children feed your children still got to march up in the millions scared to be in one place cause they bomb civilians surgically extracting the unwanted element which is my tenement so irreverent hellbent on removing the scent of wicked stench of guilt built a bomb shelter filled with supplies to protect you from your own lies strategize rather kill us all before they apologize we our demise is they demise lets see this country stand up when african thighs no longer bear the weight but wait, there's more saw your bullshit i'm looking at the front door... it's been a while africa hope i was missed though the only song i'm singing now's appocalypso. vs2 behold a pale horse lines and injections cheating to find happiness searching in each direction despair pairs split kids suffer from this bullshit pressing the eject button a bullet amounts to nothing but an empty head those born in misery deliver me they cry from this surburban hell oh well add it to this long list of creatures to fear you cringe at their sight when ever they try to come near well here the hollow stare for the face disappear there used to be somebody that you love up in there... where? stille there waiting for you to care and stop killing this planet or fussing over your hair beware your not perfect perhaps time to share tell the youth the truth if you dare before its too late you're blaming satan for taking them to the gate when you should have been a friend fuck your opinion remember when you were too busy to see pushed hard or pushed aside how many died to satisfy daddy's pride not satisfied i'm trying to provide an open forum kid's don't ignore em, they're part of your flesh let's take a rest... i'm trying to say... you see the comets coming or the meteor that's meatier than mediocre melees over who gets to be superior atomic dawn another bomb diseases killer fleas it's finding that inner jesus energy that frees us and might save us from the last galactic super bowl where yin and yang dance the final appocalypso yo.... (i wasn't going to write them all down, but i did. i also flub a couple of lines in the vocal, but the feeling was authentic, and i chose the authentic feeling over the details in the lyrics on the delivery. it's not always the best decision, but it works for this version. might be re recorded, cause its still a valid tune!)
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word of god 05:55
i can't stop some old crazy lady keep knocking on my door gonna bring me the word of god....
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i remember the sun beating down on the township the capital of saint kitts i see the three four five the hawaiian residents gathered with this intense intent the heat of the heart of the summer its a throw down sound clashing in an all sound showdown brown skin for miles fade to black with the heat of the mechanoid towering in the back this is the beat that creates the future scene a scene seen through my eyes in a hawaiian dream my dream team rock rewind the clock and rock the block with the new school roots rock at the west indian veritable mechanoid conference 2012 fighting to save the day! HEY! (you know what, its a bit embarrassing but i meant to say variable so i guess this song is about the official mechanoids as opposed to the variable mechanoids) we be those who gather to see flows that close gaps and hear dope raps that snap like a light strike in an iron mike the latest version of ali in africa the greatest hit with music that whip like a sadist say we whip them jah but them feel no pain so i can say this robots transform at will with the faders black steel shining the skin of dread vader with a sub woofer bite like a mad alligator its a salt water crocodile in the nile style this one goes out to me and my bros world wide i slide futurefied in my prose singing here they are the flying hawaiian five....
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The soldier 05:46
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Disguise 05:28
wear a disguise! the color of the rainbow!
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the fatman 07:02
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this is the first part of a four part project called the school of evil laughter!

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released May 20, 2010

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Lead by Captain Imon Starr, Olmecha Supreme is outstandingly versatile. This is music. Rooted in traditional rhythms of Reggae, Jazz, Blues, Dub and "world music", traveling to the frontiers of slamming soundscapes, and riding the vehicle of hip hop hard lyric and improvisation, Olmecha has coined the phrase Afro futuristic roots music to give the uninitiated an idea as to what to expect. LISTEN! ... more

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