..in the realm of art, the term 'hard' has many different forms.

whether you acknowledge/recognize it or not, this song has a very strong tribal influence. the stomp chant of the percussion, paired with the simplified bass line hearkens back to the tribal music of our ancestors.

no, this isn't 'heavy meta'l-hard. no, its not 'trap-beat'-hard. its an entirely different beast, on its own. its a traditional posse cut that speaks directly to the current climate of the world (in various perspectives).

"..they love it
how the cut so premium
a vegan
but its 35% more meatier
jamla is the squad
javotti & war media
industry is greedy
you're makin' it more tedious
for me to just
get the shit directly to the fans
come to the show
i'll put it directly in your hands
what's happenin' rog?
yo, they love to say we mackin' ya
these half-ass rappers
be cheatin' like oscar madison
that's why we hackin' 'em
masks, its impossible to be anonymous
when ya presence in the market
is so dominant (fuck society)
mr. robot
voice of the apocalypse
the rapper with the golden esophagus
a tower like an obelisk
egyptian symbolic
just try to follow the
words that paint pictures
my heiroglyphics
are hard as script to read
emcees believe in passin' the buck
i give 'em lashes
with my african tongue

teleprompters
telling lies
broadcasting live
helicopters in the sky
tell the coppers not to lie
(they gon' lie, they gon' lie)
fell on top of us
we don't die.."

the song might not be your cup of tea, but this shit goes hard.


*skatin' the rings of saturn*


..and miles to go before i sleep...