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The Ill Philosophy - Soul Asylum Mix

04:00
Agueybana X, DJ Que-Stylez
2014
Charles Cruz Dueno

Story

The Ill Philosophy

Soul Asylum Mix is the original recording done at the Grand Hustle Studios/Soul Asylum in Atlanta GA. Originally engineered and mastered by Florian Ongonga.

 

Agueybana X returns, with his first single release in 12 years, and a new perspective with his direct in your face ferocity. Part battle rap, part enlightenment, The Ill Philosophy is sure to connect with the true school Hip Hop fans who still remember the golden age when MCs spoke on things.

Originally, The Ill Philosophy was meant to be a dis-record on a certain rapper who violated the sacred ways by donning a war bonnet and using a peace pipe to promote marijuana use; although this rapper has apologized to the Native community, Agueybana X continued work on this project. The state of Hip Hop is ignorant to the idea that some things are still sacred in this world.

Agueybana X walks the Red Path now, and his lyrical journey has begun; He documents his spiritual journey through his music, and trashes the industry for what they allowed Hip Hop to become. His formula is simple, real lyrics, real rhythms. and real content, push to the future but stay connected with the past.

 

True School Hip Hop heads will appreciate this effort, Enjoy!!

Lyrics

The Ill Philosophy

True Warriors are the ones who are willing to step up and take a stand and become the change they wish to see in the world, and things in this world's gotta change...

 

Call yourself the weedman but not a damn thing natural

Your superficial like everything else around you

You flossin’, hi gloss, poster boy annoying sick fuckin joke,

Complete with war bonnet and locs

You’ve awoken an old spirit you can’t control

Reminiscent of when real niggaz had soul

And even then I was sounding the war drums, this revolution

It doesn’t matter where the fuck you were from

Cause we all living the same struggle as one

But some chose to be blind, deaf and dumb

I’m not the one to mince words, I only speak from the inner connect

Its time rise with intelligence…

Jokes over, I’m walking the red path

And shoving that peace pipe up the crack of your ass

From seven directions, north, south, east, west, up, down and center

And that’s just for beginners

I’m different, gifted, rolling with pure lyricism

I’m distant, beyond all your material ambition

Cause what you got is nothing but pipe dreams, it might seem your vision need to be clearer

Cause what you preaching is smoke and mirrors

Only provoke the inner rage

cause each and everyone knows that in this day in age

It’s so simple to turn the page and leave things be

But that ain’t my style, son, this ain’t harmony…

You ain’t there yet, so put that war bonnet down

You just another clown in the industry drowning

out the real voices of real people, who're doing real things

with real healing, your too stupid and ignorant to see.

 

My Ill Philosophy, I’m still cerebral like ancient magic

Beyond that mickey mouse bullshit you can imagine

can’t get down with the stupidity that passes

Cause everyone is stuck on clown-face for the masses

So I disappeared for years at a time, but never out of touch

Can’t be a hater cause I never cared about it much

But coming back, I’m seeing red, and it’s just your luck

I took your peace pipe and sodomized you like a slut

So step aside don’t even think of coming out your face

Cause its always the stupid ones that never know their place

Could care less what you think about my meager ways

you one step away from the young shit Justin Bieber say

Either way I’m too elegant with these words, you irrelevant

Does it matter if the industry’s selling it?

Can you tell its evident, choose my words to be eloquent

Killing it like Fela Kuti, take you out of your element

Commonsense, you should have known what you trolling to provoke

It seems like everyone is thinking everything’s a joke

And hopeless, but I don’t live up to low expectations

Not complacent, I only grow impatient

Making sense of this tragedy, I dissect masterfully, dastardly

It’s only a matter of time and you just had to be

the one that crossed the line, and this the moment of truth

So now I have to make examples out of niggaz like you

I’m true school nigga, before the money and the cars

Before the gold digga bitches, fancy drinks and caviar

Before guns and attitudes, before keeping it real

Before crack, sneaker endorsements and backroom deals

Before greedy record execs telling you what’s next

What to do, what to wear, who to love, who to respect

I’m from when we walked and talked in the dialects of gods, resurrected and

manifested in the soul of Agueybana X...

 

You got DJ Quan-Tut on them 12s. This your boy, Killa Cruz AKA Agueybana X on them 33s. You got Flo on them 48s, this is high math for ya'll simple motherfuckers. Peace to the Westward Foundation. Keeping it true to the Elements, Native Pride, Native Vision.

Peace!

 

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