"Dust Collectors"—Loki? LoveLight!  ---- All Lyrics Original

Renegade… never been afraid to say or scream a Rebel Yell
Like angels singin Praise in Lucifer’s Hell

It ain’t the fans or the fame
Not for the money or the wealth
Your lyrics too slow and lame
They rode the Short Bus just to sit on the store shelf
I’m sort of involved with myself
So much so that I’d drop a whole LP
Screamin distortion and blank white noise
On all my vocals and beats
Just to hear the sound of my own precious little voice

Men do what they want, you little boys try to do whatcha can
I see you settle like dust, for less, 
Like a sandstorm in West Texas Badlands

Say hello to the bad guy, the villain
Anti-hero, the Batman
Killin for a Fistful of Dollars – the Pale Rider
Schwillin fistfuls of fifth bottles of shitty whiskey until the glass is hollow

Then I hit the bars, start wars with skinheads and bikers
Striking gangsters in the back of the head with electric guitars
And when they cut me off and I hit the car and its time to go pass out
My ol’ Lady starts smashin and swingin bottles to knock your ass out

If your tired, kid, it’s time to go crash out
But I’m Wide Awake during god’s Apocalyptic Little Blackouts
Start cleanin house, findin slithery snakes
Grab the Lawnmower and--- Weed em’ out, Weed em’ out
You shoulda seen him shoutin, barkin like a bitch dog in heat
Screamin for the dick of a fixed stray dog, with no balls, walkin the street
And if you’re hungry, kid, its time to go eat
But my belly’s full from pushin breeze in the St Louis City Summer Heat
Street work clocked you out early, little girlie
But the job wasn’t even done yet
So I’ma take my Kingdom on a Pit Bull-drawn carriage
With my Queen and Castle and ride off to where the California Sun sets

Men do what they want, you little boys do whatcha can
I watch you Collect Dust, like dunes in the desert sand

I’ma do what I have to just to protect my Fam
Even if that means leadin a pack of Wolves to a feast in the Land of the Lambs
The Iambic Pentameter meter broke,
 to make Shakespeare stutter and choke
Like Juliet in a Tragic Comedy.
Kinda like when you missed the Punchline of your favorite joke--
Nobody’s Laughing!! ☹
And all they can hear is the crickets chirp
When they boo’d you off the stage, like cut wages
for showin up late and lazy to your work

Listen close it’ll make your lungs jerk
Listen too close, it’ll make your head hurt
Heart starts beat-skippin,  and Don’t listen at all
And the Undertaker’ll dig deep with his spade into the dirt.

Men do what they want, you little boys do whatcha can
I’ma Burn Babylon and ride a mule off into the Promised Land

Knock down Jericho Walls with a tiny little grain of sand
Get my Spirit and Spine broke in half,
And still muster the Strength to Stand
On my own two
While my vocals make Babylon Fall from singin praises of a Delta Blues band
Sit at the Right hand of the Father,
While still shakin the Devil’s Left Hand
Take Juliet out to dinner
While Romeo makes me his Best Man
And the Godfather of their child
Now that’s what I call True Romance

Now’s the time to do what ya gotta do
And not just what you think you can.


Dust Collectors -- Promo (1st Take)

Loki?:  “Open up Sir or Madaam,  We’re outside the door,” 
            With a warrant on a cocktail napkin
          And blatant Entrapment,
Is capturing Daddy on traffickin, carried back again by sirens
Let em Lie, hang em in a court of Guitly,
 a willful plea of innocent is nonexistent
In a Slang-bangers diligence
Of witnessin distributin, green-back chiselin, the villain wins again

Chorus
J. Pimpin:  Get ya money, out the door

L:  It’s like clockwork, the block works, instead of askin questions they just shot first.

J: Drop ya joints, and hit the floor

L: and when they hit the door, gotta go, gotta go, gotta lay low, gotta roll

Metal pedal to the floor, heavy metal split the door
Berretta shells jettison heads up in the drug war
And whats a pitiful hug for?
You can’t pay bills with love, but drugs flip grip quick
Metal piece delivers relief of a thief-creepin system
And a few keys squeezed within the kitchen still keep you wishin
You were upper class at least, eatin Last Supper feasts
Laden-ancient banquet dining with the enemy
You ain’t a friend to me

Ch.

J:  They used to have a War on Poverty
Now theres a War on Drugs so the police can bother you and me

The cold cold wind blows in the City
And its getting so bad you cant trust your Family
And the Breeze blows through these streets
Getting harder and harder just to stay up on your feet

Ch

They used to have a War on Poverty
Now they have a War on Drugs so the police can bother- bother you
And me
Yeah they just bother you and me

L:  “Open up motherfucker!  “
Gun still tucked, Unlucky Lambs, sheer and shatter Battering Rams
The battling hands, tatter the Fam and splatter the land
And lay madness inside of mania
Insania County, America
Bountiful, blank states stung,
Tearin ya apart from the heart
Now re-start, re-plant, re-sew, re-nutriate, re-root
Regrow your roots up from the Heart

Ch

J:
They used to have a War on Poverty
Now they have a War on Drugs so the police can bother- bother you
And me
Yeah they just bother you and me


First track we recorded in J. Pimp's Bassment, Early 2011, StL, MO, USA

Lyrics Original by Loki! and J. Pimpin,  Music Original by J. Pimpin

? (Where's)   The War On Poverty - J. Pimpin feat.  Loki? (LoveLight!)

First solid track recorded down here in Malaysia.Original Lyrics by Loki? Lovelight!Music from Eminem and Jay-Z's "Renegades"Def Jam Ent, 2000 (thx Russel) and Produced by Samwise Wee Khee ( samwisemusic)


Dust Collectors

This one's for ya'll Phamily-- We're Built 2 Last-- Ain't none of ya'll betta---- Steal the Face right off your head!!! :-P

Pirate Pranksta

Written in while drinking over at a fellow musicians apartment on one of the hottest days of july in Penang.Decided to play around with blues guitar and freestyles. recorded on a microphone insulated with cotton balls, a sock and duct tape.necessity is the catalyst of invention. All lyrics, guitar pickin and wailin original. loki lovelight Copyright 2011


Rusty Strings (Damn! these ol' Rusty Strings)

    Smile in God's Face.  She will laugh with you.  Laugh in the face of the critics.  They will make you stronger.  Know Thyself and be aware of the Strength of the Devil.  He can help.  Be Honest with those who Love you and Truthful with those who hate.  These things will make you Immortal.
   Although our bodies will pass into soil and earthworms and our souls will pass over into other realms,  We Will Live Forever through the Lives we've touched, Lessons we've taught and learned and our artwork and creativity we leave behind to influence the Next Generation.
In all religions, music is a carrier of praise and worship. Music is my spirituality, my Saviour and my Divinity.  I am not the sole Madman Prophet.  I am one of Trillions.

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