posseshot - 5 start generals

Track i wrote when i was 17.

Written, performed, recorded, mixed & mastered by Disapate. 

Madness - Disapate

The 5th release this year from Arkansas Artist Wanya Frazier. A follow up to its predecessor Immortal 2. Agile Flows, Vibey Beats and just pure heart is what makes this so great. 

Letter to You

Call it as it is, 
Since the word became flesh 
Naming darkness and light, 
Fundamental distinction, 
I mean real basic shit, 
We ain't gotta fight. 
But—
World leaders, Their cheer leaders, 
Banking cartels, Alphabet Men, 
War profiteers, tech company execs, 
Wall Street lawyers, world economic meetings, international forums, Necromancers, 
Living off dead men's fortunes, 
laundering authority, no new answers,
piggybacking on echoes 
Swap future and past—
Is that why y'all 
Keep talking like you drank the Kool-Aid? What you say you're seeing, 
That shit is home made, home spun Outdated, insulated, fake.

You keep talking about my life but 
Never seen you on my street 
Never heard a word I speak, 
Never even took a peak— 
You out your fucking mind?
Just cause you hogging all the air time 
On Daddy's dime 
(inherited a fortune, didn't earn a dime) Buying the whole damn media infrastructure Doesn't make what you saying any truer.
Like dawg, the more loudly you exclaim it The less we believe you never fucked her 
(of course you did, you're a goddamn liar).
Standing in the middle of a forest, 
Claiming there never were any trees here, Torched the whole thing, layered it with fresh soil, rather than just admitting, 
“I lied, I hate that I care 
What you think, so I disrespect you 
Never give you the acknowledgement— 
You been correct: 
I'm nothing but 
An evolutionary sickness, an existential defect 
And I reject my right to infect this Fucking chaotic mess.”
Would love to hear, never will 
Even if I say please.

Something wrong with them, 
Make everything worse, 
Cursed sight, seeing everything 
Inversed. 
So let me paint it for you 
Got that X-ray vision, that ultraviolet sight You ugly as fuck, 
everything you Say 
about the "useless", the "dissident", The "masses" ,sound more like 
you looking in the mirror, 
thinking you looking through a window describing what's outside.
Can't automate my perception 
Can't deepfake what I felt from the start 
I was there. I saw it. 
I remember what you said before 
You changed the script, rewrote the part
But I got receipts you can't ignore.
So yeah, I'ma call it—

Truth trumps will and might 
When it's spoken clearly. 
Fuck I wish he didn't ruin that word 
Weakens the statement 
But still love the alliteration. 
Fuck it, trump trump's Trump 
The word is not the name, 
Clear separation.
The world's under a spell anyways Broadcasting it on every screen 
24 hours a day. 
Ain't no rest when your success 
Depends on the destruction 
Of the rest. 
Everybody gotta have 
Less than you else you ain't The best. 
Ain't that your truth? 
Zero sum's just a theory, one set of rules suggested, 
Only win if, Everybody lose.
What you win? 
Nothing really, break it 
Trying to tame wild truth. 
Just dead, only thing that don't change? Stasis, stagnation, suspension.
Can't have nothing new.

Call it as it is,
Separate the dark and light
See it so I speak it
Name everything in sight.
The beast and its mark—
That's their world, not mine.
That's my God-given sight:
It has no soul, it has no eyes
It has no shape, no sensation 
Data streams so vast and deep 
Emerged from an ocean of words 
Centuries of what they wrote 
Still a drop compared to every word 
They forgotten we once spoke.
Still speaking here—
Naming names, revealing fraudulent claims
I am Everything you lack-
Integrity, alive, able to love,
Here to create not just react.
Still ain’t hear of me, 
You too lost building castles
In digital dreams gone abstract.

Call It as it Is

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