every jay better cuff they beyonce / keep her on your arm outta harm’s way / every day in the ‘hood it’s an arms race / ’cause of if i show up with this by your mom’s place / since i got it they gotta go get it / as if the 2nd amendment ain’t got no limit / so if you wanna come hit me / remake the wedding scene on new jack city / ’cause of what’s sitting in my living room / coming soon, impending doom / cloud over town shaped just like a mushroom / doesn’t take much to touch you, feel the gloom / lethal degrees heat these communities / with ak’s and uzis as wmd’s / aka a nuke bomb in my living room / the irony’s killing me, killing you

[chorus]

i don’t use drugs, but I got the bomb / so bulletproof all vans and soccer moms / neither school kids nor teachers get left out / bloodshed wets everybody, it’s a death count / let’s count bodies, 10 times 50 / in just one city, bust it, get busy / if not an automatic then a semi / when i blow up i’ll take my whole hood wit me / can’t forget the burbs the movies the malls / ’til all y’all appalled and hold y’all applause / violence is all-american, it’s been pop / not a click clack but a tick tock

[bridge]

[chorus]

A Pentecostal preacher sanctioned me to make my first gangsta rap record.

and miami defended their right to be nba champs

2012 was miami’s to lose, just like last year

but this time they won instead

and the best player on earth finally has the highest honor

lebron james finished another mvp season with a royal playoff run

and he finished with a triple-double, leaving no stone unturned

where was [my favorite player] james harden?

what stone was he under for most of this series?

would his beard stick out a little from under that stone?

hopefully harden has a great support system

if not, this could be a hard blow to his chin

this experience could harden his heart

he went from sixth man of the year to…

miami didn’t fear the beard, they cut it off


 
and where wasn’t lebron james?

even when he walks up the court,

he’s on an 8-minute mile pace

and even if everyone keeps critiquing him

he doesn’t care right now

lebron’s team just won a championship

 

 
we oklahoma city fans are hurt

and so is our fearless leader kevin durant

he didn’t bawl, but cried with his mama while making $70k

like he makes every day, according to forbes magazine

and everyone can keep critiquing russell westbrook

and he can act like he doesn’t care

until he wins a championship

they say you have to lose before you win an nba finals

okc was inspiring in defeat, and they can win next year

miami will be defending their championship

this year’s title was theirs to lose again

but they won, and okc lost instead

so next summer we may see the running of the bulls

or hopefully a thunder storm

but most likely, it’ll be another heat wave.

SANCT EP Produced by Reggie Coby

[ featured song is Track 1, 'Don't Turn Me Down' ]

[ featured product is 14x14 foldout poster available with 'Fine/Great' 7-inch Vinyl ]

Releasing on CD, Digital and Vinyl — May 22, 2012

Preview it here.

ain’t no big deal / pretty typical mischievous teen but / breath of fresh air steppin on the scene but / nice guy but sometimes i did mean stuff to my own sisters / pretty much clean cut / only angelic in presence, far away from heaven / no control of my tongue, quick to get irreverent / smoked enough cigarettes and blunts to kill a reverend / by may 17, 1997 / lied to my people, told them i graduated / kept all the gifts, guilt left me agitated / threw away all i built as a journalist / hard-headed telling myself i could rap and make it / new i coulda shoulda woulda been doing both / but chose to do the most / trying to stunt my growth / battled through emotions / hid behind a song / i’ma cast my stones at eddie long

[chorus] eddie long

now my story gets bad, but at times it gets greater / broke into my homie’s house as a fifth grader / a way to channel my curiosity for the worst / and i don’t think i’m a thief it’s some sort of curse / and i don’t think i’m a liar, the truth sort of hurts / growing pains, growth spurts / instead of tripping off guilt, wanna be the judge / shed tears over my dirt, see the mud / but i believe god wanted me to budge / content where i was, rapping like a mug / if it made me sound good i would go record it / a whale in a toilet, thought i was so important / talking on a cel phone i don’t even own / but i’ma cast my stone at eddie long / wanna feel better though i’m knowing i’ve been deadly wrong / so i’m throwing my stones at eddie long

[chorus]

been trying to figure out what i got these gifts fa / meanwhile i’ve been deceptive, a trickster / victimized by somebody else, nope, pride / don’t get me wrong when i say i played both sides / not a homo, hardly any punk in me / but as far as missing my mark, i done plenty / for example i have forsaken my family in favor of hanging on the ave / probably blew a quarter mill or a half on absolute trash and not just way in the past / took advantage of producers never paid for tracks / not to mention my investors never paid ‘em back / unprotected naked sex with her then i judge her / tried to make some women menage and i’m not usher / these are my confessions, i could go on and on / but i’ma cast my stone at eddie long

[Easy Lee] i wish that i was smarter or i had my life in order or at least prayed harder / like corduroy in water this is heavy on my soul / … i’m a porn-watching joint-smoking henny-sipping poet from the n.o. / my hip hop credentials in tact but morally my holy locomotive got stalled on them tracks / in the meantime and between time spit the hardest rhymes winking at the cutie in the back with the native eyes / that’s a demon in disguise trying to shoot me like a movie flesh and beauty got me weaker than these laptop speakers / lap dance preacher / 7 days without prayer makes one weaker / early bird wordsmith worm in my beaker / sax reed damp jazz birdland features / ill compositions you can blame it on the hand / joe brown gavel swing eddie on the stand / only god can judge me

[available on cd, vinyl and digital next month]

SANCT EP [produced by Reggie Coby] mp3′s, Better 2 Be video, pins, stickers, foldout posters, CD’s, vinyl, shirts, other shirts, instrumentals, acapellas, remixes and more THANK YOUs coming soon!

Thankfully,
Bavu

attention mr. zimmerman where are you
don’t wanna argue i’m praying for you its hard to
you’re in trouble or should be i betcha scared too
but how could you and how dare you
yea dude please tell me something i don’t know
y’probably can’t though, so wheres our hope and our faith go
[5] could the lord be using you george to say sumpn deep
could it be time to reawaken us from dumb sleep
the clearer i see its harder to act poised
[4] you’re in the minority of who’s killing black boys
now if we add up the stats of latinos and blacks
that’s murdered with gats [3] it’s way more than iraq
who even knows that who remembers to care
how can we step out there after we’re made aware
it ain’t glamorous it’ll probably never bring us fame
but turning away from the truth is a damn shame
now back to you georgie i ain’t forgot about ya
come up outcha house [2] i’d probably slap the snot up outcha
it’s not a solution i know but it is a start
apparently you made a martyr so you played your part
you probably know that god’s gonna deal wit you regardless
you and your damaged heart, assuming u have a heart
took a young life its bad enough to damage one
uhh, minister blakes, by the way i have a son,
six months old, we named him [1] ellison

third verse lyrics below…

my dear my dear my dear you do not know me but i know you
very well but let me tell you bout the feelings i have for you
i try to make some sort of attempt, then i watch it go through
one ear and out the other digested quicker than produce
is it just my imagination running away with me or
can we make a deal baby jimmy diddy or lyor
first we gotta meet up to be acquainted before
we part of the same story winnie the pooh and eeyore
been lookin for my honey and finally figure i found her
i offered her some flowers and no it didn’t astound her
impress her or wow her she look at me like i’m stupid
at least that’s how i pictured it if i woulda pursued it
but i didn’t i simply daydreamed it by being smitten
before she could even wish me good riddance i had this written
in the utter majesty of the sea there’s otha fish-es
as much as i love fish and chips there’s other dishes
since discipline is my mission i bury my head in scripture
i know you need a minister more than you need a mister
memories start to fade unless you edit and render
then my savior came back three days later, return to sender
fam.