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Heavyweight
03:26
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they came In the heat of rum
to freeze the beat of my drum
oh people take note
i wasn’t allowed to vote
they sang a song
sharp as the devil’s prong
they spoke in the gun & rifle tone
I answered In the language of stone
but I’m not david
my hand is not turbo - charged
thus my blood danced in the sand &
fire engulfed the rand
but i became a heavyweight
in kind started to communicate
for I switched onto the bush - channel
they ran like rats in a tunnel
in their ears my war drum loud
as beat after beat I continued to pound
now they sing from deep in their lungs
while with history’s blood
they polish their fangs
singing a venomous tune
but to that brand of poison I’m immune
no one can negotiate
when their words amputate
I can only dance to the beat of progressive hands
no song can move me if its meant to break my knee
I rap my lyrics with no help of gimmicks
let them come to the dance floor
or stay outside the door
my words are sacred honey
cannot be bought with blood money
words from "Horns For Hondo" 1990 COSAW
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End Beginnings
04:15
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End Beginnings ( from Horns for Hondo page 95: )
cock crows & owl goes to sleep.. kings sprout where slaves take root.. apocalypse is genesis.. sun a black glob of ice spurts Impotence into earth’s barren womb.. blacks it’s said were oversexed whites eunuch & the issue castrated by virtue of birth.. black gods were dead & archangel gabriel still - born choked by condom.. shake was cannibal & the pope had abortions for supper.. black tits & bum s of a nation of strippers & exhibitionists made Jesus die of masturbation.. nonqauza preached genocide & mary mother of heaven was a prostitute.. it’s said now the end is the beginning africa was so gomorra it died of gonorrhea.. the weakest inherit the earth.. truth is treason now liars rule the world..
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Sebokeng Siege
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Sebokeng Siege (from Talking Rain pg 5)
in headbands leadhands the red of murder
still the words thunder & roll
as they fall in soda-pop
of a necklaced eye-ball it's an eyesore
words of reform
tumbling in a storm from clouds of
chloroform
the word is the last like it was the first
beginning was the word that was J)evt?r heard
for the word was god &: god was dead
in a 6 &: 9 jesus bled wine
made vampires of holy believers
still the preachers say
there's a heaven up above
coming down your way with biblical love
a love as sweet as shit that stalks & stinks up
the street
from the bowels of a christian law
the present is a time of war
where
measuring the time of the tide' s turning
gauging the gait of a heart's yearning
weighing the wind of a wing's flapping
the shattering song is breaking glass
in the gloom of the singing of the morning
in the evening light
in the sight of plight in the smell of death
in a dead tent caught
in the rant & rave of writhing phantasms
in the grave in spasms
in god gone berserk
in a black on black
black attack
white lead eats up a head
it's the blooming seed of a bleeding night
black sunlight in the silhouette of death
&: birth ... between the teeth ... of a bullet hot ... in flesh
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Tapeworms
04:12
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from Horns For Hondo: (Rap 24)
tapeworms unto the third world a catastrophe of the christian herald exploitation on crusade disguides as international monetary aid poverty turning countries into nuclear waste dumping grounds pig-feed proferred by oiled capitalist hands death become a figure life a number the third world turned into a death chamber constructed by multi-national architects of ill destroyers of god’s will existence become statistics humans graphs in books of academics believe me dachau lives still in imperialists on the kill milking sovereign countries sharing blood-dripping bounties with governments of rubber stamps puppets moved up & down power ramps in the shadows the masters clean their morals while remote-controlling the morass man has become merchandise sold & bought in pursuit of economics the rape of virgin lands is the gorge of autocratic bands thus taken up with rage man explodes this age but vengence is an inhuman god sacrificial lambing the martyr horde we’ve seen fighters at the start avengers in the end become scavengers animal-farming life’s struggle reducing life’s values to rubble europe put the third reich to ground & raised it in my land cloned to hound the apocalypse is holocaust genocide disguised as christ the corpses sown in german fields like seed sprout in palestine a bad harvest of Israeli weed capitalism has the world on a merry-go-round spinning humanity unmerrily into the ground but the humane quest is god supreme lit symbol of justice in the extreme yesterday’s soweto blood vanished into the ground like water to emerge today as the exploding sweat of pretoria
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Treason
04:07
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Horns Rap 34:
humanity has been hanged for treason when it hammered tyranny to reason I became a bullet fired from a gun in the bush where less is said than done thus I emerge from a rhyme of hunger making the rhythm of anger I remember they dismembered dulcie september without ruth they invested In the death of the truth of ruth first through the fallen leaves of our lives I hear the pilfer patter beat of the hectic heart of hector petersen prophetic after poetic stanza rolled before it was ripped
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Dark Explode The Blues
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Dark Explode the Blues (from Horns: Rap 9)
the moon is on the wane in the hour of man’s pain as man cuts sugar cane bile flows In his vein axes & heads knives & hearts flashes of the night’s steel as satan rings his till dark explode the blues god blows his fuse no longer is he a mystery hiding in his laboratory unseen even by microscope or seen only at the bioscope he now walks the earth baptising It in a bloodbath planting seeds of babylon humanity razes them with the fire of frantz fanon the god of death has chosen this nation guns sing lullabies to children war is god to prophets of homicide but a tool in my hands i wield with pride the anger I unleash profiteers won’t publish my struggle is not for sale soul-selling can only derail the train of truth from the path of faith this land is frigid with a wombful of acid thus some born burnt black & the population’s crack was ordained an oracle
to prophesy a miracle though objection over-ruled rolls from injustice’s bench to douse my protestations of fire in a drench i move in the spirit of mystics defying the laws of physics flying above the bullet rain lifting my people above the pain above man on man tyranny & its prejudice bad seed progeny in this revolutionary motion grenades explode the skull of Isaac newton
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7. |
In Transition
04:31
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In Transition. (Talking Rain p17)
we spin in circles of terror
caught in cycles of a nightmare
of judgement
where the mirror
of the present
shows the face of error
in transition
when the rains come the fires die
yet we are warm
like lice on the pubis
in love time
singing cold bones
in the rain of hope
around the flame of red dawn
in transition
we whirl on our stand
kicking skulls on the soccer-field
& from the grandstand
applause rings in blood-drops
celebrating the abortion
of freedom's child
in transition
wailing around the burning tyre
we raise a sacrificial pyre
songs of struggle tum quacks
in the quagmire
in transition we wear our hearts
on the outside
in t-shirt fashion trend style
colourful speeches popular talk
of hypocrisy
by the graveside
in transition
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The desk is in an office
the desk has a telephone
the desk speaks to us
the desk says that now is the time
the desk has changed completely
move everything to one side
move it all across across to the left
that’s better
a little bit more
that’s fine
I said that’s looking good
the desk re-iterates the view
the desk maintains that ….
the desk reaffirms its commitment to…
the desk should not be criticised
said a statement from the desk
everybody stand still
hold it
hold it
what’s happening
something is different
something has changed
this is unacceptable
we will not allow it
keep moving
move your body
to the left
The desk has a problem
the desk is our future
the desk is a joke
don’t get on the wrong side of
the desk
will
the desk
be used as a platform
Okay.. okay… hold it
this has gone too far
I’m going to have to make a statement
I’m going to write it up here
here on this board
where is the chalk
can everybody see
can everybody see clearly
there are only seven words in this statement
remember them
can you read it
is it clear
does anyone have any questions
yes… yes… you in the glasses
what’s your question
does the desk have a mandate
does the desk have a chair
who is on the desk
who is behind the desk
_______________________
words: Warrick Sony
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Lightweight
01:55
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10. |
Guerrilla
03:37
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11. |
Rapmaster
03:34
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Horns_rap 31
when I’m rapmaster supreme word-bomber in the extreme I’m called subversive when I’m only creative write to fight to make a dark land bright they say I’m kinky when I’m only inky raise an objection & get a rejection from them of the hard rule that rule like a mad bull saying I’ve a mental infection should get a lead injection but they came sailing in a ship to make me bleat like a sheep now they drive up in a van to silence me with a ban for i sing of engels when I should sing with angels I rap karl marx turn them literal ducks
I unleash vladimir lenin & flood them with adrenaline in a state so sick it’s unwanted by a tick I march to the poll get rushed to a kraal they shackle me like a criminal truss me up like an animal say I weave black magic to which they’re allergic but I glitter when they’re bitter rise & sing with the lark when my world is dark therefore fasten your safety-belt I’m a security threat in my lambast louder than a bomb-blast I’m a jigsaw puzzle to lock-jaw the gun muzzle more than acid i dazzle this stubborn shackle I’m mental rain falling on the brain to nourish seeds of wisdom & drown desert weeds of strydom this land’s sickness Is acute but I’m a rap-surgeon come to operate my tongue has no speed limit
p54
in the Intensive care unit I’m a glittering spectacle to baffle the censor tentacle I come like a release from the repression disease my song an antibiotic against repression so myopic It takes me for russia’s appendage when I’m africa’s bandage with all labour pain i push pushing a nation through a birth-hole of a bush
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Blue V's
03:29
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13. |
Johannesburg
03:48
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johannesburg my city
paved with judas gold
deceptions and lies
dreams come here to die
traffic flows in the sick
vein of life as we tick
with the eternal time-bomb
of our own extinction
the walk of uncertainty
swaggering to disguise
our staggering heart -treads
we're all recession whipped
into the repression machine
mirrored in the glass-towers
the green pastures of wealth
are vaults of death
nothing is secure
neither politic s nor prayer
can guarantee the future
Joburg my ci ty
here our birth is a lie
we just rush to die
without living
just existing
to keep the money belt spinning
only the wise come out winning
& the rest
feet first
as pawns
of evil hand or ogre eye
or else
on the fringe
of ou r own insanity
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Kalahari Surfers South Africa
Warrick Sony is a South African composer, producer, musician and sound designer.
He is the founder and sole permanent member of the Kalahari Surfers. They made politically radical satirical music in 1980s South Africa.
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