Alkeymie – The Slamtape

 

 

Lyrics

Track 1: High Power

Written by 1key
Produced by Eloi
Guitar by Nganji Arnaud

[Intro]
The sun’s burning, trees are falling
Rise from ashes or fade in the mourning
Alkeymie, High power

[Verse 1]
Visions of my own looter begging for mercy
My call extends to writing the future, that’s why no one match me
I’m following the rhythm through, the revolution is home, listen to the serenity song
“Lack of” couldn’t stop us from getting our shine on
Useful trick: you might switch sooner than you think from human activities to automatic
Gone are the days when men were praised for their wrongs
I got a thing for that final whistle, aiming at going big
Charging forward always been the way through
It is true that you’ve been terrorized with stories about eternal life
To get you to believe so you don’t realize how control is detrimental
The toll is physical and mental, but media won’t quote it
Would you dive for me if you saw me drowning?
And anything on screen is a project of manipulation
And I don’t want no machine nation, not another beast of no nation
While the privileged be celebrating, I’ll be on my kingship
Destroying tyrannies with my own cliques

[Hook]
Just call this high power
We got nothing less than high power
I fought for this
You a fool if you thought you’d ditch this
I mean this is…
Who knew you were gonna dig this?
Our existence is (high power)
Raise your fist for high power

[Verse 2]
Visions of my own looter begging for mercy
If I feel how he feels then we both deserve pity
No apology, my grandpa never said turn the other cheek
They say you can have freedom of speech but not freedom after speech, uuh
They never pay me but always expect me to be sweet, uuh
There’s no demons, to calm down, I meditate to tame my PTSD, uuh
I need no saving, the devil is the biggest lie
Keep your colonizing god, I got no room for a sadist in my heart
Tired, so tired
Constantly detoxing from the system’s lies, now I need a license to heal?
I’m dancing barefoot on hot charcoal, elevating minds
But from outside it seems I’m setting myself on fire
You could be 12 and decide to become a legend
I’m already being treated as legend, one man of a kind
Who said my space is a cave or a room in attic?
Killers of Lumumba working hard to erase this body
So get up on that spaceship
Do it on your terms, fly with your own cliques

[Hook]
Just call this high power
We got nothing less than high power
I fought for this
You’re a fool if you thought you’d ditch this
I mean this is…
Who knew you were gonna dig this?
Our existence is (high power)
Raise your fist for high power

[Verse 3]
Who said that my space is in a cave or a room in the attic?
Killers of Lumumba working hard to erase this body
I didn’t know about rhythm and poetry till I listened to my heartbeat
I write to flip the generic narrative since African heroes got no biographies
No privacy, my truth is naked shaking the table
Nobody cares about the orchestra when dancing with the devil
Fried… and fried again!
I know there’s a reason for saying what I’m saying
But I won’t spend my life explaining myself to those who want me insane
I refuse to bend over and be enslaved
Been surviving since the 80’s, some of my peers became war lords,
my writings scare
Golden plates and hungry bellies, my poetry’s full of risks, I got enough
But I also know from Kigali to the world through Paris, I got love
We’ve been through enough hardships
Made it on our terms, now flying with our own cliques

[Hook]
Just call this high power
We got nothing less than high power
I fought for this
You’re a fool if you thought you’d ditch this
I mean this is…
Who knew you were gonna dig this?
Our existence is (high power)
Raise your fist for high power
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Track 2: Hide ‘n Seek

Written by 1key
Produced by Eloi
Guitar by Nganji Arnaud

[Verse 1]
Kings, bishops, knights, barons, villeins, slaves … levels
Castes, classes, races, tribes, clans, male, female… labels
Black, white, yellow, red, hetero/homosexuals… fake identities
Flags, boundaries, continents, countries, fabricated space entities
Stars, rocks, trees, waters, crystals don’t care about nomenclature
Yet we kill each other over tags, we rape in the name of culture
After blame games in the dark, screams fade in silence
Insane monsters in a kids park, daylight scenes of violence
Survival, protection of pack, state of fright, greed or defense
Who’s right? Who’s wrong? Who is the reference?
Who’s alive? Who’s gone? When is the difference
I dare wonder how, my mind spirals in infinite back flips
In the cycle I mumble many why’s at the tip of my black lips
The child in me is advised to shut up, evasive parental tactics
Adults are very bad actors caught up in their own scripts
Usual drama before the credits, the ugly truth spills out like vomit

[Music]

[Verse 2]
Theories. Creation / evolution… that’s all our existence’s built on
In reality, fear of annihilation is where our survival instinct’s formed
“Hell is the others” the poet thinks on
It’s who the media fingers that the mass shits on
Got a heavy past on my shoulder, a chaotic present in mind
I’m my own future holder, so with a little talent and time
I turned my existence into art, it’s from experience that I write
My body’s a canvas, my mind a theater, any time is show time
I dance to maintain balance, I question for a living; to find, I rhyme
One step at a time like an artist walking on a tightrope
I draw star-like figures in white on a black board
Perhaps a reminder of a milky way in a black hole
Better the dark I know than the light I don’t
I prefer to win the hearts I love than the fights I won’t
It’s a Black Mirror thing, memory and fantasy intertwined
Reflections questioning one other who’s on the other side
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Track 3: How Does It Feel?

Written by 1key
Produced by Eloi
Vocals by Mucyo

[Verse 1: 1key]
Sweet corn nipple-like, deep conversations, I’m into that
I got a sheep horn between my thighs, awaken infatuation, you do that
Cheap porn imagery on my mind, poor imagination, true that
Big crowd but you draw all my attention, with no intention, I assume that
Now I’m torn between an invitation for a dance and a question – where your room at?
This space seems like a metaphor of our existence, bet you see through that
‘Cause your eyes tell so much more than they see, I knew that
Eventually I’d find you, it took Time to prove that

[Hook]
1key: How does it feel to be desired this much?
Mucyo: We don’t have to rush, babe
1key: I won’t stop fantasizing unless our lips touch
Mucyo: Don’t talk, it’s okay to hush, babe
1key: How does it feel?
Mucyo: We don’t have to rush, babe
        No talk, it’s okay to hush, babe

[Verse 2: 1key]
Soft lips, sweet saliva, let it flow, can I have some more?
Salty tits, juicy vagina, how can I not swallow?
Your breath guides my rhythm, how can I not follow?
I heard of this ancient practice, do you mind?
I’m still a novice though, but would you try?
Something both old and new for the first time?
If it fails, I promise this won’t be your worst night
By far, I want you smile every time you remember
Some time between January and December
Do you see your self in my eyes?
’cause I feel my self between your thighs
You’re the truth, naked truth, so beautiful, look at you
My arms around you, I’m hooked to you
[Outro: Mucyo]
Can I say I love you?
What is love? What is “us”?
Is this what they call lust?
It’s all blur, this feeling has no word
Can I say I love you?
What is love? What is “us”?
Is this what they call lust?
It’s all blur, this feeling has no word
Hmm we don’t have to rush
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Track 4: Bwoba

Written by 1key
Produced by Eloi
Guitar by Nganji Arnaud
[Intro by Will Smith]
Fear is not real. The only place that fear can exist is in our thoughts of the future. It is a product of our imagination, causing us to fear things that do not at present and may not ever exist. That is near insanity Kitai. Do not misunderstand me, danger is very real, but fear is a choice. We are all telling ourselves a story.

[1key]
Now, here’s a story about fear. It’s a story that I was told since I was a child. And, the story was told to me in its original language – Ikinyarwanda, which is the language spoken in Rwanda. And, in Kinyarwanda means fear.
Legend has it there used to be this person named fear; that means Bwoba. And because you become what your name says you are, Bwoba grew up with so much fear. So much that Bwoba could not step outside the house at night without being accompanied by somebody. Then eventually people started getting tired of Bwoba. This one time, this person got enough and went to seek advice. The person asked people, “What should I do so that Bobwa stops being so scared of anything? People said, “Bwoba has to confront the biggest fear.” The same night Bwoba asked the person to accompany so Bwoba could take a leak. The person said, “Okay.” So there they are outside, in complete darkness, Bwoba taking a leak and whistling. And by the time… before Bwoba was done peeing, the person sneaked into the house and banged the door. Locked it. There, was Bwoba coming, terrified, “Please open the door. I can see the beast coming. It’s gonna eat me alive. O my god I’m gonna die and, I’m too young to die. I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die. Please open the door. I will never be scared again. Please!” The person told Bwoba, “Are you sure about what you’re saying? You’re never be scared again?” “I will never be scared again. I promise you. This is my last time. Please, please open the door. The person told Bwoba, “For me to be convinced, you have to go around the house telling me things. Then I will know that you’ll never scare… you’ll never be scared again.” Then Bwoba, out of options started going around the house, talking about anything. Going about whatever. Whistling. After a few rounds, Bwoba got carried away with the whistle that Bwoba forgot about the fear. At some point the person opened the door and Bwoba got in. They started laughing about the whole fear… Bwoba was like, “It was actually a small thing. I can’t tell why I was terrified or what I was scared of.” The next morning the person went to the village and thanked the people who advised and said, “Bwoba is no longer afraid. Actually Bwoba is not fearless now. The story escalated and reached the ruler’s ears. And this version, the ruler heard that Bwoba was so unafraid they could up the challenge that the king was afraid to take. Uhm! Mind you that they lived in a time when the king could not be challenged. He was a supreme being, the representative of divinity itself. So Bwoba was summoned by the king. Well, innocently Bwoba reported to the royal court. And there, was the king asking Bwoba, “Rumor has it that you are not scared anymore, of anything… it seems.” Bwoba said, “It is true my lord. I am not afraid anymore.” “Hmm, so there is this bull in that forest over there that has stopped me from hunting. It has terrified everyone. No one can stop it. I want you to go to the forest and kill it. Bwoba bowed in front of the king and said, “But my lord. If you and your mighty army cannot defeat the bull, how can I? The king said, “Is it true that you are not scared anymore?” Bwoba said, “Yes, it is true.” “So, go!” Bwoba showed some hesitation then the king said “Either way you get killed by the bull or you get killed by me. Choose your death.” Bwoba decided to go to the forest. A bow and arcs… Harya umwambi ni iki mu cyongereza? Ndabyibagiwe. Arrow! Ah ok, I got it. A bow and arrows in one hand, a spear in the other, Bwoba walked towards the forest. People followed Bwoba cheering, clapping… they were thirsty for the show. They wanted to see how the bull would shred Bwoba into pieces. As soon as Bwoba stepped into the forest, they sat at the top of the hills to have a beautiful view of the scene. As soon as Bwoba stepped in. the bull charged towards Bwoba. Whoa! Bwoba was not expecting it. Bwoba took off, ran, saw a tree and climbed the tree so fast that Bwoba did not see the end of the tree. Bwoba went overboard and landed at the back of the bull. BAM! Grabbed the bull by the horns and the bull started running across the forest, through villages. Bwoba still holding tight to the horns and there, was the bull crossing the village in front of the king. And, people started cheering “Whoa that is Bwoba bringing back the bull to the village!” The king said, “What are you waiting for? Kill the damn bull.” So people charged on the bull and they killed the bull with their spears. Stabbing it multiple times. Majestically, Bwoba got off the bull when it landed on its heavy body. Then the king asked Bwoba, “So why did you not kill the bull in the forest? Why did you have to bring it to the village?” Bwoba, confidently talking to the king said, “My lord, given that I went to the forest with no witness, I didn’t think you would believe me if I said I killed the bull. I thought it would be easier to bring the bull to the village so you can see for yourself.” The king said, “Fair enough. Bwoba, from now on you are rewarded. You see that hill over there? You are going to rule it.”

[Outro: Will Smith]
On the other side of your maximum fear are all of the best things in life.
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Track 5: Read All About It (Part 4)

Written by 1key
Produced by Danybeatz
Guitar by Nganji Arnaud & Salvador

[Hook]
I cannot sing but I can shout
I’m gonna write till my ink dry out
Put it in all of your media
I’m not afraid, they can read all about it
Oooh Ooooh oooh

[Verse]
‘Cause my need to love is stronger than the fear of being hurt
My urge to speak is louder than the risk of being misheard
If being misunderstood is my curse, well I curse the curse
Reverse the course, witness my glory ‘
Cause the universe blessed me with words to tell my story
I rehearse moments before they happen as if life is a play
I grab my pen and write my way ’cause I see no better ways to life fully
Destiny isn’t pre-set you can create it eventually
Mistakes are only mistakes repeated intentionally
There’s a lesson in everything, observe carefully
The worst NDE I can ever imagine is looking back regretfully
Feeling sorry for all the things people never read ’cause I never put it on paper
Feeling sorry for all the things I never dared ’cause I kept thinking “I’ll do it later”
Remember, time waits for no procrastinator
Today I challenge you to dare and tell your story so we can all read about it

[Music]

[Your verse]

 

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