Cashmere Soul

Johannesburg beatsmith The Militia invited Big Apple emcee Oswin Benjamin to spit over a stirring, soul-sampled instrumental. A minor-key string/vocal loop accompanies Benjamin as he places his hustle within the broader context of the black struggle, peppering his bars with allusions to basketball history. 

Chicago '84 (prod. The Militia Music)

Ah, you're so complicated.
Ah, you're so complicated.
Ah, you're so complicated. (So complicated)
Ah, you're so complicated.
Ah, you're so complicated.
Ah, you're so complicated.
I don't wanna live under your terms and conditions.
Puppeteerin' n controllin, showering me with love at the coincident.
I used to never think that way when I was innocent.
But I'm all grown up now, with my own ambitions and ideas, so persistent.
I fucking hate your guts so much.
I don't know if it's from love being too tough.
All the the blunt trauma, generating response error causing you the terror.
But anyways, my heads too clanked from my repeated tangents.
Causing my angle to traject to a mathematics degree with the function of W's.
Rarely curving back just to head the opposite way, with the wholes done into chunks.
I don't know if I'll heal to i of complexity you added to my heart.
I only aspired to make music for the art.
Now I sit in my room secretly mixing and mastering on my own.
Wearing a mask to hide my identity from all but just one.
That's my backstory, did you like it?
You probably won't know cause I'm performing this away in practice for people who you don't know.
You know, I love you but a smidge develops to a tsunami of tears.
"To kill a mockingbird" developed from prejudices and fear.
But these very things you hold to keep me living a safe life like you, don't cut it.
I don't want to be roped down, but the main bleeding is my arteries tip.
Keeping me in place will just make me quit this thing I ain't mean for.
Shielding me from judgements of friends who aren't worth more dime more than our connection.
A couple more pairs of eyes ain't part of our brethren.
Whether they glare to my soul in disgust or look down and thrust their saliva of words towards the very things they hate.
I plead to you not to berate.
But I listen, cause it's my fate to listen and not overtoast n lose my flavours.
(But hold on)
(Isn't quitting this uni thing making me shit again from the lack of brain stimulation?)

Ambivalence

gatekeepers hyperventilating deeper
blades are cheaper 
fade to deeper shades of cinnabar
thats cinema 
rattlesnakes, creepers, sprinklers 
slimfast winners
bring us the vivid visions
listen imp runts and wizards
i've got the pimps running shooketh 
limp dicks cumming in hookers 
hickeys hook em
chicks leave bookies bankrupt
the cookie cutter wanker 
wonder the come up of latter janitors
mad slanderous 
and polyamorous
folly of panderers 
pandas trust
stand on business  
damn the sinning pups
for swimming cuffed
looks rather like icarus 
with a touch of sisyphus 
weep at the foot of a flood
bleak as the cwtch to a dove
weed to the dutch is a must

lonely gods turned boney dogs
sternly nod its only odd
hold my clogs im nearly on 
The mark, dodge signing dotted lines
and clock your r's.
no one bats an eye when the flags a farse
stagger to bars and write staggered bars
why
its art 
eyes dart
nice arse
a wise part in a final larp
these chiming harps
treat fragile hearts
like china cars
drive em parched
im diving, narks
divining cards
mind is sharp
"mind if I depart"
its hard 
cant say it aint smart though

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