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blacktivism

by chris klippel

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wake up wake 02:12
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chalk it up 03:22
I, I'll make the world youre feeling fine. I just want to set you free. I just want to be me. I want to make the world you're feeling fine.
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wake up with moonlight the times right at night my love dont you want to wont you be with me you dont want to play the fool sunlight the times right the sun, my eyes dont you see youll burn your being the sun rays they dont hurt but the moon might be better bounce light off, reflect it back into me bounce light off, reflect it back into me dont you want to wont you be with me wont you be with me you do, but you dont want to play the fool you do. times right. bounce light off, reflect it back into me bounce light off, reflect it back into me bounce light off, reflect it back into me bounce light off, reflect it back into me
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Man 03:47
Im a man, i dont bow but i stand and it makes me better than the snakes see my plan is to exist until i cant, im about where i am itll take me to a better place and maybe youll see me the way be the way see the way that all the snakes say all the snakes say me the way be the way see the way that all the snakes say all the snakes say but snakes: they cant fake their way to fame they can show you a better way to make better days. stay the same youre tailor made to astound where you dont know how you wont know how go back again (i think you got it on lock) (you diggin the same things as me) (bird song, be strong, so long, hold on) (i think i would like to try again) now im back and we wait for the attack i dont owe you second place you faked a better fate to play the game youre tailor made to astound where you dont know how. you wont know how go back again. (i think you got it on lock) (you diggin the same things as me) (bird song, be strong, so long, hold on) (i think i would like to try again)
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why say stop when we say go we say go we say go who says what we say goes we say goes we say goes why say stop when we say go we say go we say go who says what we say goes we say goes we say goes watch the people listen what they say watch the evil watch the bullets spray bigger cities different bills to pay different chills today, different feelings stop, go who says what we say goes we say goes we say goes why say stop when we say go we say go we say go who says what we say goes we say goes we say goes watch the people listen what they say watch the evil watch the bullets spray you say what we say has to stop we say we wont take that shit "drop the music now," abusing powers why say stop when we say go we say go we say go who says what we say goes we say goes we say goes watch the people listen what they say watch the evil watch the bullets spray bigger cities different bills to pay different chills today, different feelings stop, go who says what we say goes we say goes we say goes why say stop when we say go we say go we say go who says what we say goes we say goes we say goes
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OLD SKOOL ROB: yo its the old skool rob i rip mics to shreds my rhymes are like hachets: stuck in your head. im the man with the ultimate plan stop obama's drones and war with iran i get so high i never touch land i know your girl well like the back of my hand when i flow i bet you say, "OH!" lay back relax and light up the hydro- ponics, spitting like vomit rhymes more classic than a shakespear sonnet phonetically, alphabetically spitting melodies that even jesus called heavenly BITCH! KIPPLE MANG: i got presents i got a big fucking bag full of pheasants peasants resent my presence heaven sent malevolence recieved severence from god im wanted at large im throwing dirt clods im the motherfucker in charge spitting 8 bars, or 12 weed sitting on the shelf im as short as an elf hell, im hung as hell as well i dont really shower, but i dont really smell JOHNJONES: chilly willy child wild coming out of hell taking off my boots dont mind the smell they call me dead man cause im hung so well ill ring your patti, your patti labelle im a little baby animal, running around running amok and i just stopped giving a fuck taking a dump in the back of your truck that shits heavy you never seen so much DOO-DOO im talking to YOO DOOD you know i got a SCROO LOOSE what? in youre butt WHAT? WHAT? OLD SKOOL ROB: back again making you bounce doing your mom in positions that i couldnt pronouce you must be knowing from the skills that im showing like semen from the tip of my dick im flowing sporatically, what matters to me i still left, but im the king of AG yeah bitch, im out from the fog im the gangsta OLD SKOOL ROB all over your chest like a chilli dog running this game like your only job chris klippel, john michael is gay uh YUM YUM EASY MONEY take it away EASYMONEY YUM YUM: call me easy easy money, it aint easy to please me smacking bitches named bre-z when they acting sleazy neck so icey, i make it snow making the gold now boys say, "oh she's so cold!" looking hella fly cant even say hi ?? supreme ?? keeping it real ?? gahh i fucked up JOHNJONES: chilly willy living innercity hillbilly floating like a frog on a pad thats made of lilly getting kinda sloppy like a cheese-steak, philly if you smoking what im smoking then you feeling really silly gotta compose before we head out the door gonna put on some clothes and brush my teeth a little more cause we looking real fresh we looking for sex we dressed to impress and we dress to imPREGNATE PREGNATE leave the door open or the poo smell STAGNATE STAGNATE im a mutha fucking magnate im a magnate, yous a fagget eating the flesh off my bone like a maggot KIPPLEMANG: im chris klippel im 11 years old sitting in the back of my grandpa's ford while he's smoking crack in the front with a whore and i know i cant hit it but i aint even bored theres a knock at the door its a cop, he pulls a glock on my gran-pops so my gran-pops shot him in the cock now the block's real hot i tell him DRIVE, DONT STOP

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released January 4, 2012

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Chris Klippel San Francisco, California

"a catchy mishmash of his clarinet, guitar, and loads of falsetto harmonies over toe-tapping rhythms . . . some of the most inventive sounds I’ve heard all year." - The Bay Bridged

Nominated for The Deli SF Magazine's Best New Artist of 2013

"keeping our city funky and colorful, a bright contrast beneath the machine grey cloud of the tech-age." - The Deli Magazine
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