Culture Shuffle - Dabrye

Abolitionist crew, what you wanna do?

Intricate Dialect, Silas Green

Yeah, yeah, so serious

Yo, fuck any young nigga out here tryna counterfeit the essence

Of a psychedelic message’s metaholistic presence

Shaky new age bullshit, flaky blue face cool kids

Taking the caged fools and faking a sage toolkit

Pathetic postering, wasting the day’s uses

Harness the electric focus, could break the displayed fuses

But these kids just fake collage the mystic magic symbols together

Except with no attempt to be intentionally clever

It’s a superstitious hustle, new nigga persona shuffle

A shitty, contrived slavemaster moral religious struggle

Their ritualist misogyny, masked masculine matrix

Their mass mask of discourse of necrophilic abasement

Sadistic numbnuts sittin' round and waitin'

The justice of the goddess is castration

Archetypal sadistic god kings, testicles separated

Become a gaggle of shiteating cowards fallen from grace

A manic machismo force 'bout to force in reactor space

Is unfolding manhood’s interior empty network of mazes

The guides to psychic of mystic centers of power

And stifles an active force that can crush a bone into powder

Watching lifeless bodies drop, hour after hour

After violence of a deafening silence just gets louder

I got more so don’t ignore if you can take it

And those who can’t can break and let your hottie body shake it

Let 'em know they ain’t ready, they ain’t ready

Is that a knife?

You’re goin' against a machete

Get ready, do whatever that thou will

Over here, we helpin' the culture build

That’s love, somethin’s changin', I can feel it

Within this fake world, we expose and reveal it

Go back to my loom and we plot what the dealie

When the dollar drop, it don’t really matter how many

Got gold on my mind, I already got a shovel

On my Tony Robbins, all I gotta do is hustle like we Wes Craven

Hypernormalisation, type to entice a nation for psychological takin' over

I’m buildin' a Mars rover

Somethin' to show the youngest it’s ok to start over

While you up there, remember the resources

Do you what you gotta, remember the recourses

Generation fake it till I take it

Branded in broad day just to burn the faces off of ice ages

Young Connecticut’s steppin' over red planet sediments

Snappin' necks of replicants effortlessly (Easy)

Shafrikan American emeritus, style war veterans traffickin' asparagus

We paralyze your larynx and realign the narratives

Avalon to Babylon, situation perilous

Spirit of Selassie, in sequence with Fibonacci

They try to dress these demons in sequins like Liberace

I swing the blade, it sound like a Hanzo

Slice the beasts into thirds, let 'em die slow

And y’all know

Let 'em know they ain’t ready, they ain’t ready

Is that a knife?

You’re goin' against a machete

Get ready, do whatever that thou will

Over here, we helpin' the culture build

These verses are wrapped in the cloak of a free spirit praxis

Woven inside a zone of raw autonomous action

Beyond the back-and-forth, steady by an act of force

At the source, out of the void avoiding a backward course

Operating from a biophilic framework

Means developing a higher tolerance for pain first

Peep the solar soldier’s clenched black fist

Afrocosmonaut, no escape velocity backdrift

Fulfills the need that our people heed and get on the ship

Fleeing from a white supremacy guided apocalypse

We’ll leave a crooked literary cracker’s back broke

Dreaming science fictional futures without black folks

And now refocusing, same old rappers are joking

These random asshole promoters who shattered half of the local scenes

With these bloggers and magazine phonies

The falsely esteemed cronies

Opinions for screens only, machine droning

Overhyping simple nigga dibs punchlines

Made for a segregated elementary school’s lunchtimes

Ain’t no reason for you to be the minstrel

Character will break their barriers with pad and pencils

At least me and Itski keep the practices organic

Peep the occult ontological panoramics

Unveiling the secret crevices of the mind’s reach

Keeping it live, sexy and fly, divine speech

What y’all want?