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A Bavino Beat Manifesto Deep slavery fantasy’s to blow Horned dicks wrapped in nuclear waste glow footsteps throb on my brain My brother been through here I recognise his bloodstains---- a Kgositsile affair Bavino Dub Manifesto your ‘best side’ an ancient monkey’s serrated arse at birth What’s that say about the rest of you inching towards death? This the Tabula Rasa ‘Life is not SASSA Everything to be worked for’ to each their own gore Bavino Dub Manifesto ex combatants? Pinocchio noses peeping out their arses could not cock a Makarov. Boris Karloff ugly-face lies what struggle credentials off the Grandstands beneath which truth bends? Bavino Dub Manifesto Cuckold & cuckquean my country & I have come to mean Misogyny death? next fiction Arachnophobic Man & Spiderwoman - Homogenous what? We are no amorphous mass Bavino Dub Manifesto Some like the smell of flowers Others? a pit latrine stenches scents of blocked sewer existence The rest to live inside a nursery Accept this life’s compromise NO perjury Your genius is my wet faeces & that is the Rectum-Line
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[12:51 PM, 5/27/2021] Bavino Whatsapp: suffrage cannibalism suffrage suffer age suffer rage what definition what that settlement's negotiation yielded defeats imagination one election kicked us so hard in the mouth we are still excreting our teeth dikeni said the sky is beneath our feet we walk on our heads cos dick turned clitoris & other way round is what arouses governance plus -isms of ignorance how the human juices sizzle in the sun scatting while golden-showering dying of manic- socio- psycho- pathic laughter lolling lying swimming in a crimson pool -- suffrage cannibalism suffrage suffer age suffer rage what definition what that settlement's negotiation yielded defeats imagination one election kicked us so hard in the mouth we are still excreting our teeth chanting 'one human one vote' -- the NAMIB knows slaughter how HERERO and NAMA gushed out the blood- hose but it's on historical record : not all pre-programmed mass-killings weigh the same bring the death-room scales melanin-excess pushes the weight down count the cost : 'that was no holocaust' in sesotho NAMA means MEAT thus came the aryan canibals --- suffrage cannibalism suffrage suffer age suffer rage what definition what that settlement's negotiation yielded defeats imagination one election kicked us so hard in the mouth we are still excreting our teeth chanting 'one human one vote'
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surreal the cesaire way crimson no pirate in clover under around over make the crucial play we bleed the red fleet dread creed plant the seed they plunder the feed transformation station come the coffers shot-callers consciousness to consumption revolutionaries morph into crypto+klepto megalo-maniacs perverse chrysalis. _________________ Cesaire speaks. translation from French: We are far away from " drifting under a sluggish sea" it's much more than that. It is the land of anger, an exasperated land, a land which spits and spews, which spews life. This is what we must be worthy of. The creative part must be nurtured. The anger must be continued. We must continue. -------//-------- (from the film AIME CESAIRE, A VOICE FOR HISTORY- Trailer PART 1. https://vimeo.com/371881285
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intro: sound from Pan African Space Station broadcast of 4 hourJohnn Dyani special: " When these guys were in exile they were very lonely, all of them they were very lonely, but they had accompaniment; their music" ------ jazz for dyani i wish the sunshine of the johnny dyani revitalising function jumping a bass-line like humping a landmine i wish the sunshine rhythm-artic patterns you trace on my cranium turned canvas inform to transform the dream to the real yet still mortal put into the ground though your sound could turn conception around your bones were scattered in mutilation’s wind foreign & hostile enough to cuff the limb of your rhythmstorm where still you rise my prophet beyond the height of profit bursting the corporate gut out of the toilet & into the jazz- street running acid around my mind in mass dysentery of a consumerism-constipated century that can’t cannibalise the brilliance of the johnny dyani ocean in motion riding the rhythm-rocket high & deep on the wings of a blue note bubbling up from the bottom of a blocked sewer system i wish the sunshine not bones I wish to exhume but Mongezi Feza tones to subsume creation bebopping mbaqanga on the Moholo backbeat moulding BREATH into BROTHERHOOD MacGREGORian resonance thunderous with PUKWANA pulsation breathing the art of life beyond existence not into escapist transcendence but sense out of dissonance I wish the sunshine Tthey’re grinning for the pounds & sinning with the sounds but, ah born in the heart & sown in the mind this music is a battleground you stir the embers of rhythm into conflagration where you chart the freedom of your chords i wish the sunshine of the johnny dyani revitalising function jumping a bass-line like humping a landmine I wish the sunshine _____________ (Dyani solo excerpt) https://panafricanspacestation.org.za/
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obscene instance hebehebe lathalatha tseketseke mamela : obscene instance ditsie-minds ravage ratsieland this masisapelo moment for pierre mulele they tied his spine to a raft to steer across the congo-rivered genocide a murderous ride cancerous pride tribalistic ones putrefied carcasses enough to bring a caress to a racist's conscience colour-blind hierarchies intestines for whips these bleeding lips what vengeance hatred retribution meant a viscera-excreta relation hebehebe lathalatha tseketseke mamela : obscene instance ditsie-minds ravage ratsieland this masisapelo moment so forlorn holds a worm in admiration legs in amputaion? drumsticks give the drama- tist character with a clenched fist like soldiers for peace read moon tza's fart of gore to prepare for WAR venom spill poison-filled syringe dread-chalice severed head on a string from going to rigor mortis to how "text is not words" hebehebe lathalatha tseketseke mamela : obscene instance ditsie-minds ravage ratsieland this masisapelo moment tears parade fat as maggots in cadavers mourners for pay scream shrill enough to cut through bread but can't drill into heads corrupt tentacles herd tendrils up sin-mountain down hades hole manhood bragging rights? mutilated babies body-parts
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skunk atavistic skunk-stank-butt dung-buttles in black skin furry tongues rolling dead-brain green drool caucasian concepts onto black conscious book-pages scum&cum-tracks up their minds' buttcracks the acid-sperm rages draw a line from there to gangrene astral or earth-body bound in bloody mud nut-head gone cosmic in the knob testicular cancer is not a zodiac sign moved from poetry to spoken turd seeing how brain-lack-land treats is high intellects it blew out his dreams along with walter rodney cs-gassed up acidic amniotic fluid burnt out the poetic at birth they synthetic-grafted the cranial walls of basquiat ain't seen horror-core til your innards hit the floor brutal speeches clogged-up alimentary canal Orwellian misquote : 'two legs food for belly-burst politician swallow the dead seed & piss out poison-feed junk for 7 generations to come' amandla for what? not a fist you are clenching it's your sphincter to facilitate bowel-movement you might need grasp the freedom spectre not activist just active-fist up clamped-mouth arse atavistic skunk atavistic ----- re- dub
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Riddim, Rime, Reason Listen   at the lectern the great mortician At the Morgue   parliament’s death-smell we choke Fortune to disembark the ghost-trains graveyard shuttle Back-bench cannon-shell putrescent hymns                            expediency’s rhetoric accompaniment Multiple Satan rings across limbo-land sliding in the bog Formaldehyde promises the nation’s hide to embalm Still Transition phase   space between butchery & mortuary   one more page to one’s fate Nothing divine in destiny manifest Salvaged from Fires of Empire Christian artillery bombardment Cosmetic-sutures Cease & Desist But rally/ Raleigh  calls for ‘savage native’ decimation for peace Holocaust a concept European owned Got truth to re-write   / unwrite                                genocide off the dark continent Build a lie-monument   Blood-paths we            travelled/covered map your guilt’s extent Barbarous transgressions    no conscience from hospitality abuse to slavery reserve use ‘what it has to do with me’  brigade’s feigned ignorance        Malnutrition sown designed disease planted         extinguishing new life fire drowning babies in slime      meantime playing victim-innocence on the manhunt (forgive the unrepentant & you fit their definition of you : yours the sub-human species’ view) Mista & missus avaricious descendants Of scurvied paleness Which From open  arms of welcome took greedy advantage Rape & pillage driven Khoisan-extinction powered Cowed & coward-led excursions to the interior Inhumanity courses through rotten veins Self-delusion’s no bounds Bow down & give salutation Loud profane self-love turned narcissistic Still label original human animal Sacred this skin-tone Still god-proudly enough not to oppress Show gratitude you still allowed to exist Fear eternal  afraid to death living in palpitation endless                  Deluded  sense of self makes it hard to breathe Riddim, Rime, Reason I am primed Not endearing ourselves But commandeering the Casspir Evil power vehicle annihilation inspired Off the military shelf Throttle up We’re going into battle, buttercup dead from the neck up noxious talk endangered spasmodic work Sick tongue muscle move Crab-like sideways speak The horse is dead the carriage broken corruption jumped on the rand wagon   200 bloody years A tear flood Wheel it back to 1652 All that black meat to chew Muzzle up the Alsatians Puzzle out the politics What settlement Outside the court of public opinion  Riddim, Rime, Reason I am primed Your preacher’s investments A murder investment Culprit with The WORD to kill by Head-severance for religious retirement Vasco da Gama To Obama and beyond a chump-card They played While we prayed,  hard til the knee-caps turned backward Priest is Narcissist Sticks his own balls Up his butthole  he’s that fantasist Failing that turns pederast That’s not in the past History a trail of blood in semen to the present Opposite meteorites Shooting out dick-wads   Futureward In pedagogy of subjugation Atomic waste matter Brain/senses clogged up to irrelevance                         Riddim   Rhyme  Reason I’m primed Ticking down to detonation   Snitches for god  Jehovah’s mercenaries Inquisition time   Now who’s bestial   Van Riebeeck broken backs Laid out like railway tracks Legacy of bodies on conveyor belts Memories burning hot enough to make eyeballs melt. Riddim   Rhyme  Reason I’m primed
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released July 12, 2021

all words and voice by Lesego Rampolokeng except "MAFIKA" which is by Mafika Gwala.
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