Written and performed by @mckensa, @deatharchitect, and @sak-maestro
Produced by @deatharchitect
Mixed by Batas
© 2014

I. Kensa
Behold the children born inside tornado fires and infernal hail
Storming with a burning trail as I set fire to the hurricane
Disguise perdition as paradise behind the pearly gates
Then generate star collisions when I project myself to eternal space
Leave it to the Architect to make this orchestration
And with the Maestro to preserve and keep the facts in moderation
While I'm born and raised to compensate for wack extermination
We are the Gods of Apathy and Heavenly Host congregation
We keep the flame by fighting those who fire back with a blowtorch
And those who water it down get Caged in Hell's Winter with a snowstorm
Weaving lyrics into a twisted double helix
They say hip hop is dead, we just kept it under the wings of Phoenix
An iconoclast with pyroclastic flow, I'm scholastic
Torch your plastic songs and blast this scorching track and drop more classics
Serving as prophylactic for the masses, it's how we let the flames erupt
We're burning through the city with a cigarette and Nero when he frantically dances under the raining blood

II. Apoc
Spill my heart and soul when I hit the pen and pad
It's poetry in motion when I have the mic at hand
And carry on tradition, uphold its truest form
'Cause I intend to keep the flame on like the Human Torch
I remember looped samples was something special
But nowadays rappers wanna spit over techno
Have a sense of history before you grab a pencil
Go back to move forward like you're watching Memento
So bring back them lyricists who really brung skills
Bring back them producers who really come ill
If you call me a hater, I wouldn't give a fuck still
I ain't stuck in the 90's, I'm just stuck with what's real
I've come to behead the parasites and the scavengers
Restore the movement like you recovered from paralysis
The underground is here to stay, prepared to seize the moment
We got power in numbers without using exponents

III. Sak Maestro
This cold world kept raising held assumptions
So I give you proof of my spontaneous self-combustion
Now my torch is lit by scorching wit and I'm burning with conviction
A cataclysm through lyricism, gonna ignite a mass emission
I'll eradicate, incinerate these weaklings who keep breeding
Life will rise from all of the ashes like the phoenix for the reaping
This fire that I'll be feeding's gonna bring meaning to a healing
Resurge! So burn up the earth because it is needing a kaingin!
My environment's a grotesque pyro temple
An obsidian dominion, my empire's abysmal
I'm the death child cleansed by Mephisto
He blessed my baptismal with hellfire from brimstone
I spit universal, no one can extinguish my verbal inferno
It's carbonization and cauterization, this global cremation will make me eternal
I've been rekindled for this game to ether up your names
My rage will set you ablaze with pure disdain, we are the keepers of the flame
So burn!

Kensa, Apoc, & Sak Maestro — Keeper of the Flame

Written and performed by @mckensa and @soupherb23 (both of @latent-labrats)
Beat produced by Godzillabeats
Recorded at Breathe-a-Little Studios
Mixed by @deatharchitect
© 2016

The first single from my upcoming solo project this year, Tangerine Dreams. Lyrics below:

I. Soupherb
Do you appreciate the beauty of these vibrations
All over you, setting you in motion?
Let your soul ride the waves, close your eyes and escape
From the craze brought by this world's chaotic maze
I took the road back in '11 and I wasn't wrong
My desire to be strong fuels the same waves
Embarked on a never-ending journey
To share music across every frequency
Found my right kind of heaven, I flee
And stay high, smoke-free, whenever I'm writing
Found peace in isolation with the beats
Repelling the demons that I have to keep on facing
But every now and then, I have to wake up
Get off the ride just for a moment
And put the volume down to face this tangible world
So I tap to keep playing music its movement

II. Kensa
I know life is meaningless, but music doesn't make it futile
A picture's worth a thousand words translated for its beauty
But these words create worlds that a picture can't fulfill
So imagine the magic when sounds and stories are fused
The symphony induces a recurring dreamscape
Of infinitely floating in a reverie to deep space
Evoking the impression of the dilation of time
In which the mind simulates a skydive to cloud nine
Addictive than all kinds of "smoke-high" like cess,
Or stress-relieving cigarettes and self-depleting crystal meth
Best believe it's medicine administered
For us to replenish the energy lost in servitude and serfdom
It encompasses all ranges of emotions
A concentration of the most insane form of madness
The paradox of melancholic tunes uplifting moods
Offering prismatic views to a colourblind world

III. Soupherb
Wasn't always about money, girls, and killing
Others picture stories of how one is living
To encourage you to understand different ideas
Perspectives or actions done at a moment in time
You can hear it in the rhymes, surrender to the vibe
Both encased in the sounds that travel in free space
Float with what you hear, imagine what was written
Decrypt the message, the essence of the music
I live in a world where there is life in afterdark
My mind ran by a lab rat looking for a spark
Trying to add scenery to what I call my paradise
A sandbox filled with my imagination
It exists for the purpose of writing tales
Ready to set sail 'cause I'm about to deliver
My truth, one that I believe would set one free
From the blindness inflicted upon by this reality

IV. Kensa
Rap's an instrument to be expressive vocally
Hip hop is far from dead, just look around your local scene
From the jazzy instrumentals influenced with trap
To the left-field lyricism paired with somber boom-bap
I remember the good times when I was a student
Saving just enough to cop the latest album set
And coming home with just a torn 20 Peso bill
But with food for the soul that compensates for every skipped meal
All sharing their stories, each a colour in the palette
Whether art for its own sake or a purpose, it's valid
My ultimate intention is to empathise
So it's enough when one listener approaches you for being mesmerised
Art creates balance in relation to science
Like the relative theory of space and time being unified
Where space is consumed by the canvas of the painting
And time is spent zoning in to the richness of the soundscape

Kensa — Paradise (feat. Soupherb)

Written by @mckensa and @sainticerocks
Beat produced by Godzillabeats
Recorded at Glitching Forever
Mixed and mastered by @kevin-abinfold
© 2017

Lyrics (Kensa's verse):

Move!
I am on the next level
Break into the walls of my fort with a pencil
Any emcee that attempts to enter the premises is up in peril

Careful stepping to the vessel, ha!
I never go gentle, dance with the devil
Sit back and listen instead
I'll leave you propelling to the heavens with the bass and the treble

It's a two-for-one-special: unimaginable and infallible
When our raps are mapped,
It's a multi-dimensional tesseract against an 8-bit pentagram

Fade to the panorama
So many emcees unconscious of incompetence
An ounce of delusion trumps a whole pound of confidence

Reconnaissance!
You are stuck in the past
Perpetuating reversal to the art form
The hatred distorted their views
They're pretending to know what the art's for

Keep your elitism with your insufficient wisdom if you couldn't understand what is healthy competition
Vigorously they offend us but they're never making music; insecurity is only for the brainless subhuman
Authentic and vivid when I paint the picture of the music to an image: I ensnare the listener
Can't compare, genetically superhuman, while they all run in circles like a hamster in circus

An observation of the constellations tells that we are lightyears apart
I am the avatar of the Sagittarius
Stabbing your heart with a scimitar

But let's get past those cynical lapses
I'm taking it back to where the chemistry matters
Face yourself in the mirror and glass
Were you never disappointed for finishing last
Over a critical exam, whether physics or maths?
I'm telling you to own it up and finish your battles
This too shall pass to a thing of the past
The gravity of the task has an antimatter

And the only thing that's holding you back is when you overreact to prognosis
But every person has a finishing act so when your growth relapses and you overrelax, the soul decomposes

A star shines, luring its prime when it looks at the parts of the composite
Releasing that light that it keeps inside which breathed life: pure osmosis

Don't just keep up with the joneses
Everything is grotesque
It's already poetic justice whenever you uphold the subversion of the status quo

But don't get so hostile in every approach and reproach
And eventually grow as the very opponents we heavily loathed
The faux motherfuckas will get exposed

But nevertheless, sever the heads of every veteran who tried to sever my neck
They really would have thought we could never get better
Goddamned imbeciles, this is my vengeance

Y'all about to take a dose of the goddamned medicine that I administered
A virus so sinister, you'll die at the second you defy my orders
So take a bow down
Or be lifeless

Tangerine Dreams

Kensa — Lightyears (feat. Saint Ice Rocks)

Lyrics: @mckensa
Beat production: @rambling-man
Mixing and post-production: @kevin-abinfold
Recorded at Glitching Forever
© 2017

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Sa pagbaba at pagbisita ko sa impyerno
Agad bumungad ang alinsangan ng disyerto
Kulay abo ang langit, itim ang lupa
Siksikan ang mga sinakripisyong itim na tupa
Bulok na bangkay ang unang umalingasaw
Nakakabaliw ang tunog na umaapaw
Tila paulit-ulit na kantang tunog panggera
Sigaw ng nagdurusa, awit ng trahedya
Samu't saring kwento ng ilang milyong kataong
Hindi magkadugo, pero lahat konektado
Sabay-sabay nagdarasal, humihingi ng tawad
At sa may tuktok ng trono, may biik na tumatawa
Manipulado niya buong sangkatauhan
Nagiging katotohanan ang kasinungalingan
Gamit ang apoy, bilang panakip ang usok
May senaryo ng parusa sa bawa't sulok:

Sa aking kaliwa, batang maralita
Napuno na ang galit nang siya ay nagbinata
Ninais pumatay pero todo sa pagpigil
Kaya sa lubid nagbigti, at inuna ang sarili

Sa gilid naman, may namumulubing nanay
Hayok sa pagmaltrato ng anak na panganay
Iniiwan mag-isa ang mga bata sa kanto
Para lang pumasok ng simbahan upang magrosaryo
Upang makinig sa bulaang propeta
Sugo ng dyos, nanunuhol ng pera
Alam mali sa tama pero wala pa ring konsensyang
Nanloloko ng panatikong asa sa himala

At sa bandang dulo, dalagang dalisay
Biktima sa panghahalay ng paring naglalaway
Bago ilaglag, inawit niya ang punebre
Sabay hila sa sanggol gamit kawit ng alambre

**
Habang yung makasarili, walang pananagutan
Sa bulong ng demonyo sinisisi ang kasalanan
Ngunit tayo rin mismo lumikha kay Satanas
Ayon sa sarili nating imahe at larawan
Mga haring nagbubuhat ng sariling trono
Hayop ang pagtrato sa mga kayod kabayo
Mga walang pusong tusong berdugo
Sa dagat ng apoy naglalakad ang Antikristo
Kung saan nakababad ang mga walang pag-asa
At sa ilalim nalulunod ang may matinding sala
Wala nang pagtugon ang ama sa penitensya
Tuluyang kinalimutan ang kanilang eksistensya
Teroristang baliw na naaaliw sa pagsunog
Masahol pa sa trato ng sadista sa uod
Mga imaheng nakakabahala,
Mismong si Kristo, kinwestyon ang intensyon ng ama

***
Sa panahon ng pagsubok, nananaig ang demonyo
Tuwing lindol o bagyo, sa tagtuyot at delubyo
Makikipagpatayan para lang sa pagkain
Pero tuloy lang sa pagkapit sa ngalan ng pananalig
Hindi man makakapasok sa langit ang mayaman,
Nasa impyerno na mismo ang lugmok sa kahirapan
Walang lusot sa butas ng karayom ang kamelyo
Pero ilusyon lang sa pulubi ang paraiso
Sa namamatay sa gutom na alipin ng sistema
Hindi mahalaga ang kalungkutan at saya
Ang tanging emosyon, nahahati sa dalawa
Ang pagkakaroon -- o ang kawalan -- ng pag-asa
At sa pagbaba at pagbisita ko sa impyerno
Isang buong syudad na nagmistulang imperyo
Aking napagtanto at nalutas ang misteryo:

Ang langit ay lupa at ang lupa ay impyerno

Kensa — Impyerno (prod. Rambling Man)

Written and performed by @mckensa and @sak-maestro (duo known as Gods of Apathy)
Beat from Miilkbone's Keep It Real (from the album Da' Miilkrate) produced by Mufi
© 2013

Back when we jacked beats and wrote shitty lyrics for multi-rhymes' sake. Putting this up here b/c it's our first track together.

I. Sak Maestro
Behold the greatest hoax casting his image and likeness
A breed equipped for violence, direct lineage of Titans
Homo Sapiens smited, granted sight blinded by silence
An ominous bloodline for the wretched and mindless
The lack of knowledge is spinous, it's a condition weaved by arrogance
The synapse's just an instrument to conceptualize indifference
Innocence is influenced with insolent belligerence
Eclipsed by mental impotence, epitomizing ignorance
Ambivalence drawn to death's lucidity
Adrenaline's equivalent to inherited stupidity
Obsolete offsprings bred for basic functions
Contented within his nature of false assumptions
Irrational dysfunction, thought efficiency labeled as minimum
Equilibrium manipulated, fabricated curriculum
Anaesthesia for amnesia caused a seizure of ideas
Brains submerged in diarrhea are sustained by apatheia

Hook (Sak Maestro & Kensa)
Frauds uphold the law, now it's full of flaws and fallacy
They try to offer sanctity, pollute your thoughts with fantasy
We're causing anarchy to spread across humanity
Profanity and blasphemy, we are the Gods of Apathy

II. Kensa
Envious devils keep bringing us hell
Don't give a damn, we're being apathetic to the next level
Whether you're ready, you really can't meddle with or offend us
Whether written or extemporaneous, we are stupendous
You ignoramuses can't really fuck with Gods of Apathy
We're trekking the universe, destroying every star and galaxy
The two of us have reached apatheia
Paired with nihilism, all existence denied like God and qualia
'Cause our apathy's genetic, your rhetoric's heavily generic
Render frenetic enemies static and steady like psychedelics
We make the mic levitate with psychokinesis
And spit lyrics so surreal, the imagery is abiogenetic
We don't spit shit like "spark/spray the ratchets"
We're splitting your spirit to make you stargaze in blackness
Supernova influence as strong as starquakes in planets
Interstellar intellect combined with stark-raving madness
Darth Vader tactics causing heartbreaking sadness
KenSak, yin and yang, the light and dark scales are balanced

Repeat Hook

III. Kensa
Established god status but not the typical one
Yet so honest-to-god 'cause we're not breaking the bond
Still not giving a fuck, bottom-most in the caring continuum
Crazy bozos playing "Pop Is Dead" on the radio
Ignorance kept the kitten blissful but trapped
So curiosity couldn't kill her 'cause she couldn't become a cat
Not thinking out her box, both dead and alive inside it
So we left it closed instead and now we found the silver lining

IV. – Sak Maestro
My inner killer's hiding and clinging to the reaper's scythe
Existent as a fingernail, extremophile and etherised
Feeble minds depicted as a labyrinth of catacombs
A salamander's womb cocooned in hardened pus from leper wounds
Defecate a canvas of pyroclastic stylographs
It's necromantic biomass, turn Buddhists into psychopaths
A teleplastic simulcast of a fictive second universe
Ascribed me as the judge, the jury, and the executioner

Apatheia (2013)

Saw the J Dilla MPC3000 video last night and got inspired to make a beat with his style of chopping down samples. Here's the result...

Image from DeviantArt lol

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