Name: Algo-Rythm (spoken word) by kalika
Duration: 4 min 34 s
Description: Spoken word poem depicting the perils of big data collection and algorithms on “the self” and the human condition.

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Break Down

Spoken word poem depicting the perils of big data collection and algorithms on “the self” and the human condition.

Algo-Rythm (spoken word)

Not Now I'm Busy

I Didn't Go (feat. Symba & DMX)

Give Me a Sign

ADHD 2

I Wish I Knew

Verse 1:
i hold it down for Inscriptia when dem boys in a slump, 
i got acidic saliva having a poisonous tongue. 
-there's no avoidin' this son, blackouts a void in the sun, 
-get a grip for the way that y'all recoil to subs. 
it's the crew that'll take you for ransom, 
or take you for granted, wit' the blade or the hand gun. 
bullet to your dome'll leave you shaking with spasms, 
-show you levels when the muzzle got you breakin' straight into atoms.  
hold it down wit' enough weight to guide the planets, 
my cold-shoulder supports the stock of my cryo cannon, 
-the highs, i'm past 'em, feedin' off of the lies of bastards, 
..no love for a devil, the holy water is nitric acid.  
i'm collectin' blood-money after spendin' half my life, 
-playin' high stakes rock-paper-scissors, with the hands of Time. 
Pen' ghostwriting a check, 
-i got a borderline personality, from livin' life on the edge, yea
Pen' is the new hope, 
-they said i'm reachin' wit' the pole, but, i don't really got nothin' to prove though, 
so if ya' crew bold, 
-i work-around sawing off the double-barrel, as a mothafuckin' loophole.
they say that talk is cheap, so i rap wit' no budget, 
-battle style so ill i spawned shadow clones from it. 
i'm really cold-blooded, adaptin' to my surroundings i'm cappin' the ones who clown me until the day that my soul plummet. 
the pen dissolve, it's always been an issue for Pen' to solve, 
here to deliver letter-bombs, that are sent from god. 
bullet to the dome when overthinking to vent it all, 
-the voices in my head freestyle, through the second-thoughts. 
 
Verse 2: 
i hope my music makes 'em sick, they already hate the shit, 
when i rap about strangling kids and fadin' sedated chicks. 
either that, or breaking into maternity wards for label-mix, abduction, and pawning off the mothafuckin' baby limbs. 
the cocaine i sniff and the navy gin a fatal mix,
-that birth a fixation of putting blade to skin,
-even my patience razor-thin, i was raised right next to satan's kin. 
-baptized in a fuckin' blood bath, to wash away my sins. 
don't use skin masks, takes forever to break 'em in,
showed a bitch rapper fake love i been hating since. 
cipher is a ritual, every verse a bloodbath, 
Pen' is stupid-dope, using dunce caps for the blunt wraps. 
..always bark in a dog, but rarely will to fight back,
-when the canon made his life flash, in a time lapse. 
frontin' like STEEZ get a mothafucka shot,
take that leap of faith, "king capital"..
-you'll never drop. 
mental blocks got me stabbin' a shank in my dome, 
-you couldn't fathom the ideas that my cranium holds. 
hangin' a rope, blatantly choked 'till the trachea close, 
-fuck the 1's.. only "touchin' hands", when checkin' a radial pulse.

9th Circle (Prod. Bam)

Lyrics: 
word of mouth now the word of god, 
scorched-earth, only way they uncoverin' the murder plot. 
way they talkin' confirms a lot, 
a long range shooter, takes a step back for the perfect shot.  
cannot converse wit' cops, 
they trap the ghetto wit' confessions then throw 'em in a box, for conversion, dawg
i'm here to burn 'em all, 
if you made it to the top climbin' on the backs of others you deserve to fall.  
the drive-by give 'em wings, let 'em fly high, 
align sights, put 'em in the sky: Sci-fi
the .9 fye, and i'm killin' 'em why lie? 
takin' yours, i don't give a fuck about my life. 
you're a dead man,(dead) when the TEC blast, (tec) 
make the head crack really where ya' men at? (where)
they respect trash, (fuck that) i will end that, (end that) 
rounds cued, like they ready for the next match. 
my code-of-arms is semper fi, 
-if the bodies ain't enough, we can turn it into genocide. 
wanna test we can let 'em try,
-second-amendment, contract killa, imma leave 'em all dead-to-rights. 
his project flopped, now he testin' mine, 
dick-riding responses, but when i do it, it dent his pride. 
i saw this shit ahead of time, 
-control verse but he was too intimidated to mention i. 
cowards ride power-highs 
-ignore me so they ain't gotta deal wit' it: outta-sight-outta-mind. 
swear that i'm a racist, but they makin' it up, 
-fakin' angles 'cause their wordplay ain't crazy enough. 
fuck that, the shit is corny, so i'm packin' it up, 
magnum or sub, split-decision 'cause they actin' for fun. 
ha, this pussy's just mad his bitch is ugly as fuck, 
-he can stake it all on me, he's outrunnin' his luck. 
he's talkin' 'bout killin' me, i received plenty threats, 
actin' like he 50 cent, runnin' wit' many men. 
you pussy, and bein' bitch is what you represent
talkin' bout "was in colorado", he already left. 
now if there's a dude that i hate more than a faggot, 
-it's a dude that'll say shit but never with action. 
-startin' drama for promotion, but never for passion, 
..you know you fucking suck when only kids are reacting. 
you notice how grown men don't give you the time of day, 
-well you should be thankful that i gave you the time today. 
"don't tell a lie, you don't tell the truth", that's really what you said?  
-you threw ya' boy under the bus and made it a fuckin' trend. 
.."anti-pedophile", soft in the booth,  
you "don't ever talk to minors" and you call it the truth? 
flip-floppin' check his group if you wantin' the proof, 
how can you say that, when you got kids all in ya' crew?? 
chill, i promise you don't want a problem wit' pen' 
-audible death, before releasin' this i stopped to reflect: 
-what's the cost of his head? if he can't process a threat? 
-don't even know levels between us, he shoddy at best, nah 
subbin' me is suicide, he prolly depressed 
-see, snake me one time, and you lost my respect, 
-but keep actin' like ya' better, it's the cause of ya' death, 
ahh put him on for actin' like a god in the flesh, pen'

WORD OF GOD.

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Algo-Rythm (spoken word)

kalika

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