by: Lawrence Ytzhak Brathwaite - for Jason Balaam

No  matter what the people say

No matter what

No matter what the people say

No matter what the people say

No matter what

No what the people the people say

This sound

Rules

Dark. The light sneaky. The stars hide. You cyan see. Tremble a block. Black as vinyl. You run around.  A Jazzy era.  A corner -- a dark alley. Flipside masks the moon. Travel  by cayn see. A map from moons a go crusie with what keeps time with a month. Too fretful to make the journey.  The dipper drippin. Poor a likkle soul out for the uncourageous. Music calls us. We brag with. Vibrations to ride a word on. Begun. Beckon. Flipside walk heavy under heaven.  All this and nothing to view.  Who creeps pass that window. Voices shutter. Accusations. Speak it in whispers. Longboards to remember.  Another night escape from the gutter. Guns and a brutha.  Fyah in a corner. Manipulate water.  Dub the lips form to a whistle …only a bass can be heard. Just exits to schizophrenic faces come to dybbuk.  Lizards take flight. TV parties and a six pack bring equality.  Strip your consciousness and make coitus with G-d. Voice devoured in October. Here the echo of those bodiless speeches lost in acoustic spaces.  Flipside hopes to give new meaning to bombing with bass. Trick and race the riddim. Dutty faces thinking time has come to reinvent the mission.

This

                               matter

This

      No

 matter

This

    No

This

What

    No

This

       No

                what

This

            what

Flipside hears creeping. Heavy heavy steps into the stanza.  Shka/shka/shka/shka. A sound collector set to mix this narrative proper. Mad Professor. An upsetter; literary to oral.  Pacific Frontal. A written matter.  Shrapnel jammin masters. Reflect pon the thought. Check the weaving of the cipher. Did you suss it. Fix you can beat it. Figure the meaning is hidden. Echo the audio catcher.  Kind of tricky. Like roots/rap/reggae.  It’s faith without mystery.

No matter what the people say

No matter what

No matter what the people say

Dark the light sneaky. The stars hide. You cyan see. Making passes to test a crimey/ everlasting.  Right to left the conversion of an intellectual. Milk drips in the kitchen. Wax paper as sexual protection.  Longboards. Blue beat a record. Games played to perfection. Injections. Fixes make physical intrusions. It’s tricky. Diction becomes allusion to the ancients. Who crawls out from across the pipes in that room? Scatter the scatting lingo along the walls and carpets. Take another minute in the meditation on madness.

You kno     You kno

                        You kno

                                You kno

                                    You kno

               Come Ghost closely

I me fe me

Fa go you en me

I wanna whip darkhearts

Dig my murdah stylee

I flow like Stanard Ridgeway

A b-bwai  turn essay

Set trip with operators

Hum drum the harmonics

Let me roll with Balaam

Illusions passionate

Bit map the daps

Infected stereo

Clappers blown mics

Poppy negrow

Undercover Aryans

Bloody bastards

What’s your profile

Poetics my vehicle

Dodgy narratives

Inna meta-victoria

Groovey musical

Concrete locos

Blowin rolas

Beat come catch me

Fix me subliminal

What’s your profile

Poetics my vehicle

Dodgy narratives

Inna meta-victoria

X-ray specific

Bustin rhythmic

My Scriptures

Hollad over

Turntablist

Fabulous

Helium canisters

Police and criminals

What’s your profile

Poetics my vehicle

Dodgy narratives

Inna meta-victoria

Poor folk fyah

Seal the clay figure

Born under crunches

Rapero spittin wire

Manifest you virtual rudies

A nouvo cholo

Ghost inna Stealth bomb you

What’s your profile

Poetics my vehicle

Dodgy narratives

Inna meta-victoria

I hear no

Fear Kno

I be

See that kid

Motion his spin

Centrifugal

What’s your profile

Poetics my vehicle

Dodgy narratives

Inna meta-victoria

Surrealism

Merging word to chant low

Revolution

Airing mixes on pirate radio

Proper upper

Scientific coastal

The riddim

Eye poppers

Full frontal

What’s your profile

Poetics my vehicle

Dodgy narratives

Inna meta-victoria

Equalizer come digital

Accustic space

This inspiration an El

Flash as G-d

Seletah sonic me

What’s your profile

Poetics my vehicle

Dodgy narratives

Inna meta-victoria

Fret not

Guide me

He said Be

Harmonic allussional

A dark ark in the heart of the Hood

Lee  Scratch Perry

What’s your profile

Poetics my vehicle

Dodgy narratives

Inna meta-victoria

Juk it proper

My spiritual mixer

Sound Born corporeal

Mental flanger

Fix me physical

 

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