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The Gods must be Headhunting
The state of the universe, the gods, they hunt, they go for
the head, we walk, get in line, follow the course, we peep
but……..he walks right in to it Enter half man, half amazing, the
blasted innovator, the gods hate him, hince the blasted….he
doesn't waver, this fact pisses them off beyond belief.
Rendered cosmically the lowest bastard….adotMays
They can, will, and do anything to him, they declare him,
Yesterday's getup, The God's took a swing, cheapshot, blindside,
he gets played up, put out
Took a train ride, 3AM to Brooklyn, 3 train, The gods reside in
the subway, he writes the poetry there. Adot has nothing to
lose, nothing to win, he attacks without thinking
His Poetic verses intoxicate the gods, rendering them impotent,
the gods have been subdued..
Adot's victory rallies the natives, the people relax
An angel appears, the good woman plays a ratty beat up half broken acoustic guitar
with a stare in her eye, it shorts out half of their system xoxoxoxoxo.
An old accomplice surfaces to lend a hand to A.mays
despite the ghastly consequences and retribution he will face
when the rift adot created closes and the state of the universe
returns to the status quo, the duos vernacular wreaks havoc,
they create their own rules, they work the natives
into a fevered pitch. (IllK)
A causualty in the war, those who champion him fail to notice
the toll he suffers waging this fight , seeking escape from
scenes of trauma that play out in his head day and night, an
addict, hype beat abuser, time alone to face self leads down the
dusty road, he has only one last place to seek solace, he
taps into the rhythm, familiar place, over and over again until
finally he can take no more.
He stands falsely accused of the highest crime, now they will
stop at nothing, choppers search him out in LA
Welcome to hell on earth, the gods decree the most feared
sentence, trying to run, Traps be settin, makes and breaks come
tragically for this emcee, the blasted innovator has only dead
end moves left to play
Standing, shaky ground, no place to be, once again the gods are
headhunting.
What will tomorrow bring?
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| in the middle of the hudson mad current no lifejacket |
CD: The Gods must be Headhunting
Label: Mookie Monster Records
Credits: adot |
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