1. |
Here Comes the Reaper
02:14
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This is it yo, you gotta find a way to feel it, feel the fucking heat
Everything comes to full circle, you better run, turn the lights on,
It comes at night in an unexpected way while you fucking pray,
while babies are crying, creatures on the wall are crawling,
gives you shivers everytime you hear my fuckin’ name
I've caught you unprepared, brought you to justice to let the world know
I'm done with weak rappers, I skinned 'em alive. your rap style’s finished.
the bastard son of hiphop, you can call me Jon Snow,
I will rule, you will serve, thats your true nature
“ready the armada let’s do this the old ways”
still the same sun, reppin’ J-town since 01
this place stinks like hell but taste like heaven
you actin' like you don't know
okay just slow down, let the beast out
Straight from the hood as I rock the microphone
no breaks, no hooks, just straight rhymin,
slayin' you fools and your stupid videos
put you on guard 24/7 and y'all motherfuckers know
when D's came thru they skated out!
They put me on therapy so I'll make them listen
I'm cynical, raw syllables I'll spit at you
I rock spiritual, your mental illness institute
its your boy SweetxD straight outta j-town
Motherfuckers
Peace yo!
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2. |
Re-Introduction
01:31
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VERSE-1
Back on my shit, back at it again
sorry it took me so long, SWEETXWIDI,
J-Town, 2020 motherfuckers
I’ve been living in the jungle with insects,
while everyone around me is dying, I won’t rest
let the dark side tempt me, I won’t budge
Hit rock bottom so many times
I'm a fucking nightmare
I hold my ground, I won’t lose my grip
put on a ski mask, I'm a fucking negative
30 years of slavery wasn't enough
history has taught me a lot
VERSE-2
When I was a boy they picked yellow
couldn’t afford college,
so I ripped a stage like Dilla, now Imma MC killa
Don’t make a move, you face a lion
I was raised by Minor Threat and PE,
Been in the game too long you can check my CV
been through a lot been there done that
These whack mc needs some reality check
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3. |
The Suspect
02:20
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VERSE-1
The truth is hard to swallow, unforgiving,
I ain’t sloppy like Schofield Kid
Don’t need a bottle, always thinking straight,
put me in a test, I’m crystal clear (Damn straight),
directions changed, need a new sign,
we drive literally through a fucking cliff,
the systems broken, wite collar-crime,
top dog predators, rofessional thieves, real deal,
product of society, it runs in our genes,
your PhD is just a symbol of greed
keep it running, keep it moving
they flow like a river, never seen anything like it,
it’s freezing in the yard, even before the dead arrived
pure breed of evil, ancestors destroyed most of our seeds
like Amir Biki in 84 (God rest his soul)
another denial, better get used to it
too strong to be overthrown, by 98 we closed the book
the new order they said, it’s the same old shit different briefcase
VERSE-2
You spit for money, ain’t nothing wrong with that
You better learn, don’t give me that shit (that’s true)
Insecurity make you slow, I know I’m late in the game
break the cycle and it’s not about fame
natural born rapper, perfectly crafted
I’ve mastered it, my flows erratic,
boggles your mind, you just can’t touch it,
my words are unerring tools of destruction,
and you've come unprepared to disarm them (shit)
my rhymes my remedy full of scenery
recycle hiphop, rewrite scriptures and change history (real shit)
now the lions out of the cage
I’m roaming free when I’m around the fucking pen
Ain’t fucking around man, I’m coming for you
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4. |
Berpijar
02:09
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VERSE 1
Kembali berpijar ditengah norma yang baku,
hidupkan kembali lentera padam kuhapus masa lalu,
bukan siraman rohani penghasut massa,
balutan prosa anti peluru yang lama kutempa
Gelar karpet merah kudatang merebut tahta
Saat grafiti Anarko menghiasi ibu kota
tersisa hanya amarah diambang asa
kau telan mentah-mentah, kau hanya rusa
di hutan belantara dengan singa di depan mata
Akukan terus berpijar ditengah kegelapan
Membalas noda hitam dengan satu harapan
VERSE 2
Style exquisite bagai DOOM dan Madlib
membuatmu berharap tak ada di Deathlist
pion lugu ditengah huru-hara hilang tak bersuara,
bagai Munir saat di udara ditelan massa, kronis
korban elitis dengan janji manis,
makna ambigu terurai kini menjadi satu baris, kutaktis
terjebak ditengah masyarakat konsumtif,
legacy kekal doktrinisasi massal
penyembah brand amerika (that’s crazy yo)
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6. |
Deadend
02:22
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Ayo its a deadend, I told you before, should start 10 years ago
but you never learned, hussle up, get your shit straight,
something must be done, reminiscing on the past only got me burned,
doors closed, no shortcuts, heart pumping as the clock ticks faster
You feel pain in my music, another mistake,
half cooked mission got me distracted, still broken it can’t be fixed
permanent misfortunes, my life’s in the gutter,
to the point where I misjudged the situation,
but no other fuckin’ option
I saw it over and over, the damage is done, owe it when u pray...
Stayed quiet for years, now I pumped my gears
Made my mom smile, only in my fucking dreams
I always play by your game but the system is rigged,
the money spent only for the rich
REFF 2X
Deadend, bust a move
Grind the system to a halt
Marching on
VERSE 2
I’m no where to be found, Flashpoint back in time
To when the crew was real. Now they showin' me
these fake ass clowns
So I threw 'em some acid let ‘em melt down
style is permanent, no shadow,
it can’t be traced by your standard mind
I ripped microphones like Mikey and Abilities
during E&A times, bringin’ you the truth
that you can’t fuckin’ deny
My country been plunged into a profound social crisis
as a result of a class war waged from the top down.
Imma rhyme until the systems broken down
Socialism is the only answer to society
but i know you don’t give a fuck
If these words are weapons you can call it a gift,
now make a move, take action, bring down the barriers
don’t get busted
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7. |
Background Check
01:31
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VERSE 1
Yo check one two, SWEETXWIDI in da house
2020 still the same as James Baldwin predicted,
still about the color, still under poverty line
now I stop dreaming, moved forward
and enter the premises, I lead you through synopsis
but don’t be a bitch
it ain’t a dreamland, it’s a fucking amazon
my parents were always struggling so I won’t have to starve at night
everything’s still black and white when u eat noodles and rice,
if u ain’t diggin’ this you just scratched the surface,
VERSE 2
Born and raised in Jakarta, crooked cops sliced you like pizza,
I’m not a food blogger I’m a fucking lyricist,
third party ain’t got this, you ain’t Serpico
the justice system criminalizes the poor
and you are free to go
I’m making buzz like Eyedea at Scribble Jam,
don’t make a fuzz if you ain’t got skill to represent,
I’m not trying to make it big, I’m not delusional,
I’m doing this for my people and family,
my rhyme is my remedy, I’m always against industry
certified classic while you just a summer jam
dropping knowledge on a daily basis, I’m not trying to be sarcastic
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