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appocalypso no​.​3

from Captains log by olmecha supreme

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this is the 3rd song in the appocalypso series! there actually is a no.2, but you haven't heard it. maybe i'll put up as a bonus. also there is an appocalypso no4, which never got recorded, and no.5 which isn't finished being written. mambo.

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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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from Captains log, 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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