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letra de kickinalive (a nightmare from which i am trying to awake) - rafael

(but right about now, some suckers got on this stage here, right?
and what they’ve been saying…right?
is that they wanna battle…right?)

(ha, ha, ha, ha
kickinalive, kickinalive)

(guess you were up but now you’re on a)

little gets past me
baby, i can make it flashy
the arawak musashi
k!lling you all so softly
i am at heart at a softie
when i’m chilling with my posse
claiming chivalric anarchy
the starry knight just strolls along
having chosen errantry

i guess you were up, but now you’re on a comedown
i am not the type to dumb down
or simplify what is it i run down
when i’m kickinalive from sunup to sundown
kickinalive
just givin’ a vibe
letting that rhythm provide me
exactly what i’ve always wanted to be feeling inside

chillin’ all alone and b-mp with the rōnin funk the one used
whenver i shōnen jump to conclusion
without cause or pause
or any of bit of regard for any of your false laws
21st century w.e.b. dubois
new wave heavy d & the boyz
if you hear any noise it’s me rocking in the plural voice
the pathologically prodigal son, the hyper-logical one
the back-breaking’, breakbeatin’ b-boy buster keaton
overs-xed and yet the one they underrate
buddha yute league, krush groove 108
hitting heavy in the composition
it’s the best from st. thomas, honest listen
as a kid, i had dreams of a cosmic mission
can’t you tell by the star when you spell out the r
a-f-a-e-l like g-l u-e, to me you’re stickin’
a-l-i-v-e, i b-e kickin’
all your legacies, i be dissin’
without slight contrition or even trite concession
when you look around, take a good look and realize quite the lesson
no matter how long found as hallowed ground
babylon will tumble down

but until then, it’s just a nightmare from which i’m trying to awake

warning, caution
soundboy i run across ’em and then i accost ’em
i need to be in reach when the mic is handed off, then
frequently in speech, in this babylon, i often
identify as a hip hop head, not a head-ss
a.k.a. stephen dead-ss
dan backspin back in effect on you dover boys
placing poetry over noise
no less, i’m that guy in the flesh
you can’t deny that i’m fresh
oh yes, i am the best
whenever i hear most of you rappers, i’m unimpressed
could it be just projection
of my bruised heart when i shoot darts in your direction?
being a rapper doesn’t just mean you talk loud
i don’t f-ck with mc’s who can’t rock crowds
don’t f-ck with dj’s who can’t mix on time
and only amount to hype online
unleashed, others feel i’m on the fringe
onto something on the edge of the outs and ins
on the rise again, then i’m on the loose
i’m like a moor chilling in al-andalus
but this is not un chien andalou
on review, it’s some hip-hop coming headlong at you
perceive myself in the way i do
i don’t bullsh-t, but some would say i do
for me to be gone, they look on and pray i do
but that’s impossible, forget it then, may i continue?
i look around and see that it’s spring again
to be young and dumb again, how jungian
i look up and stay at no standstill
dropping like an anvil, tilting at the windmill

ooh, it’s just a nightmare from which i’m trying to awake

i guess you were up, but now you’re gonna come down
i am never the type to dumb down
or simplify what is it i run down
when i’m kickinalive in dc, uptown
kimagure wisconsin avenue
state of mind that i’m traveling to

(guess you were up, but now you’re on a)

- rafael

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