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The Pen & The Gun

from Cuetes and Balisongs by Odessa Kane

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lyrics

If we ain’t met yet, let me introduce myself…
They call me Kane, father, husband, Muslim…
What’s in a name?

If we ain’t met yet, let me introduce myself…
They call me Kane, father, husband, Muslim…
What’s in a name?

What’s in a name? Mine, rooted like that sugar cane
Suited for that war that’s waged on us plus we underpaid
Minimum wage budget stretchin duckets off shoe strings
So I ain’t buy into two chains, that there amounts to loose change…
to me that there is funny style.
How I write its like my hands guided by the souls of journalists killed in Maguindanao
To write it unrestrained, yet well reserved
just know if I speak on my pain..it was well deserved.
Every scar’s a trophy…
Stab wounds, how?
I use that pain from my past to champion that new sound
Blue styles from a progressive call me Mao Davis
Blowin’ them trumpets on them foul mis-educators
It ain’t enough that the police hound us to make a scene
Our own kind slangin our own kind them methamphetamines…
It’s wild and flagrant how they pound us to the pavement
In a style that make satan proud…
it’s wild where we stayin yo...


Get up, round up
Brain turn that sound up
Pick up, rise up, all my youth lost in lock up
Lift the Block up, Lift the Block up…Lift the Block UP
Blakah, Blakah, Blakah
2x

Cause trust what I want for my seed I want for my comrade too…
Justice, Equality, Love, most importantly the truth…
Cause what becomes of our youth when mislead and misdirected?
Teach them to dissect that all these story lines connected..
True
Even on the frontline they try to silence youth
We got violent proof
Mendiola, Civil Right picket lines they would shoot..
Expendable, I disagree.
We are the undying breed.
In the face of greed, steady fighting for our basic needs.
Side by side my Ree, Radiant Supreme yo…
Reeloaded. Iron sharpens iron, blade of KmB.
Cutthroatin’ plus holdin..
Frankie Simone strapped on her side…for our family we ride
For my comrade / love i would die…
For my squad deep in the resistance..
If I was shot i would bleed KmB crimson.


Get up, round up
Brain turn that sound up
Pick up, rise up, all my youth lost in lock up
Lift the Block up, Lift the Block up…Lift the Block UP!
Blakah, Blakah, Blakah
2x

Get up, round up
Brain turn that sound up
Pick up, rise up, for all my folk shot in Gaza
Lift the Block up, Lift the Block up, Rise up for Gaza
Blakah, Blakah, Blakah

I got my pen loaded that means my gun’s drawn
44 Magnum bubble letters straight on the white house’s front lawn.
Be it acoustically, visually, musically…
Every move critical
Ya’ll do this not usually…
We more use to seein fools mc foolishly
Bout shoes and G’z, Ego on one thousand but won’t feud with me…
F@#$ it let’s slap box
Let’s see how far you get in your verse without mentioning hoes, cash, weed, or crack rocks.
It’s pure perpetuation
Clear channel?
Ironic, you should call yourself Clear channel knowing your airwaves is toxic.
In this cultural army, we call upon ya’ll to join our ranks
Pen Loaded
Gun drawn
BANG.
We not shootin blanks.
We not shootin blanks.

PEACE.

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from Cuetes and Balisongs, released December 21, 2012
Produced by Infinity Gauntlet

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