Peace is a collaboration with Moka Only. The theory of peace appears as numerous strands of existence, following the protagonist's consultation with a fellow statesman.
lyrics
Peace
Peace.
Love.
we need that right about now.
Come around, come around.
Come around, come around.
This love in my heart?
That's what keeps me right.
Steps that I've had to take,
finding space to breathe.
Travelling days and nights,
these I have to keep.
I look into the beyond,
on behalf of the realm.
(can you hear me?)
Uhh...
Peace ain't the quest for the ages.
Apparently, it ages inherently.
You say one thing, then do another.
It negates the sincerity and creates a parody.
I merrily, merrily
go up the stream, my own way.
My phone stays home.
That's a rarity for
most these theys
who host these plays on social media
needing you to know they sincerity.
Pretenders.
And many donate disparity; offenders with nothing better
than show hate for bare-illy any reason
other than envious-ness.
No friends to assist them in civility,
they don't wait to bury these
knives and wounds.
They lives consumed with lies and buffoonery,
soon they realize their doom.
When life's past it's prime and their time is through.
You never had nothing better just to find and do?
I tune out as much as I can.
My tune-ups are not giving two f*^ks,
considering the time that's used up.
I do stuff just to further my pleasure.
The best gesture I can give towards peace
is earning my leisure,
from turning my treasures into audio bliss.
With Turner,
together, we gotta persist
to piss excellence.
You little rappers,
you walking amidst elephants
and we gon' drop excrements
on all the less relevant.
Heh.
And that's all the news for today.
I'm Moka O, and I'm on a cruise for the cake.
From the Great Lakes to New South Wales,
who shall prevail?
Mos, while the new crowd fails.
Peace.
We saying this with love.
Not to be confused with the past
or the present
or the future that would see us fail.
No, no.
No, no.
Delicious sonic textures, lyrics channeling an unusual devotion to daily life and a voice who's owner (some say) drinks too much coffee. Slightly better than cigarettes, I suppose.
Younge remasters and reissues his Wax Poetics debut, a super bad OST inspired by blaxploitation soundtracks of the 1970s. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 16, 2014