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Tale Of The Tape
04:58
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Siba
Outlook is dim, somber, MF Grimm
Political climate, suffocating air is thin
Tyrant at the helm, information overwhelm
Looking for answers, checking at the stem
Root of the problem, they been here for years
Seen them before, they bring people to tears
Eradicate the hate, wait, supremacy at stake, Fate
Won’t wait, at the gate, enemy of the state
Get up, Stand Up, C’mon throw your hands up
Manifest & Man up, Marathon we Ran up
The fix is on, rig is on, when they bring it on
Pressure’s on, play it on with the Reggaeton
Chorus
You see it in the tale dem taping
Youth Dem haffe beat pon system.
Look like they no want love children.
Youth Dem haffe beat pon system.
The look is worth a million
Them only want destruction, total.
You see it in the tale them taping.
The Youth them haffe beat pon system.
VonMeista
Winter winds. Summer nights.
Concrete, city lights...
Open up the sights. Turning on the brights.
Watch the people move. You can see the plight.
If they talking loud, then they shit is hype.
Seek sight. Walk high. Take flight.
Youth must reach. Streets run tight.
Love turn hate. Dark turn light.
Nobody ever wins. Day turns night.
Balancing the scales. Who can tell the tale?
They spitting in the wind. Trying to fish a whale.
Find ‘em on the sail. Heavy on the ale.
Falling short of stats for another fail.
Chorus
You see it in the tale dem taping
Youth Dem haffe beat pon system.
Look like they no want love children.
Youth Dem haffe beat pon system.
The look is worth a million
Them only want destruction, total.
You see it in the tale them taping.
The Youth them haffe beat pon system.
Kiambu
It’s like Zulus versus Vikings, Got Whites twerking Blacks hiking
For real it Feels like the world just might end
I’m tight might Over tighten Stripped nuts Twisted guts
It’s a Battle zone, Game of thrones, Battle of titans
it’s Surreal it’s so real, Con artist revealed
We been Chumped, It’s the Art of the steal
Government gang war, red vs blue, Crips vs Piru
Hicks versus slicks, we all affixed to the politricks
Reality crack, make america wack The right is wrong,
When news is an opinion you choose
Land of the free, home of the mental slaves, They say patriots
Behave, but make waves Stand up be brave
Chorus
You see it in the tale dem taping
Youth Dem haffe beat pon system.
Look like they no want love children.
Youth Dem haffe beat pon system.
The look is worth a million
Them only want destruction, total.
You see it in the tale them taping.
The Youth them haffe beat pon system.
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Gangster Boogie
03:15
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Where I'm From
04:08
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Siba Giba
Cause where I’m from they always got your back
L.E.S. The foundation. New York where you at.
NYC, nineteen eighty, infested with crack
Street cats taught me well, had to adapt
Love and respect, did we forget that in
2020, my vision, always to give back
Put in the time, grind, to refine your craft
Capital, top of the line, like paragraph.
Ladi Dadi was the first page
Lost the french accent at an early age
Kids makin' fun of me, hoods kept sonnin’ me.
Wanna keep my lunch money, shorty had to find the key.
Music & Hip-Hop, they changed my life
Mom & Pops gave me the light, Huh
Push to create, educate, to elevate
The mind set, money well spent.
Chorus (Von)
Where I’m From
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or the drug trade
A home that the streets made
Where I’m From
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or the drug trade
A home that the streets made
Von
I’m in the pocket like the paper fold
Making money on the manifold, stay gold
Grow old but remain bold, I been told
Kung fu grip, tight hold, ice cold
It’s like a battle field. Firearms body shieldsI
f you call it how you see it then you know the deal
From the Boogie, in the city where it all jumps
Spray cans, handstand to a base thump
Hard rocks, b boys on a beat box
There I am. Born and bred. Love and hip hop
F--k em all. It’s your ball and your word here
Front street get too hot for you to stand there
Ain’t that a bitch....at the door and never play fair
All they talk about is bullshit and fanfare
From what I hear, where you live got all the same shit, until you getting out
That’s why we don’t quit
Chorus (Von)
Where I’m From
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or the drug trade
A home that the streets made
Where I’m From
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or the drug trade
A home that the streets made
Kiambu
Uptown sugar hill, 45th and riverside
Sunny days in Harlem nights Afro picks and black pride
Light skinned nappy hair black boy with chinky eyes
Called me yellow Picking fights, told me that I talked white
That’s all right I know what’s right, Home life was mad tight
Loving fam had a plan Raise a boy into a man
Beef with pops beef with cops But not for selling crack rocks
Got locked five times,Good kid - Hard times
Couldn’t cry I Turned to rhymes Air it out loud and proud
I don’t fight I always win, Know the outcome going in
Lead with heart not my chin Add it up and make a blend
Balance out the yang and ying
Plant a seed and grow again
Chorus (Von Meista)
Where I’m From
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or the drug trade
A home that the streets made
Where I’m From
The red, white and blue wave
The guns or the drug trade
A home that the streets made
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Love
03:23
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6. |
Come Again
04:06
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8. |
Huh What?
02:33
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14. |
He's Watching Remix
03:33
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15. |
Fake News
04:12
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16. |
At Ease
03:08
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17. |
Love Remix (Siba Beats)
03:45
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Kiambu:
We Humans, We need friends We log on and Plug in
Now and then People front and pretend Photo shop And
Rebrand just to be relevant, reinvent anything to
Fit in to what end? Now you’re caught in the
Game, here it’s all about fame, It’s like a job to sustain
Followers and ya name living life on a page
In the age whos hot trends the most
Count the shares and reposts, but parasites need a Host
And a victim to roast, comments from these trolls
Leave you stripped and exposed, but it goes with the life
Don’t confuse love for likes, fake friends for real life
Truth from the hype, wrong from the right
Chorus :
Moms and the pops
the elders and the tots
Neighborhoods and blocks
Hipsters and thugs
trying to rise above
Fist bumps and hugs
Von
It’s open heart. The cardio.
Say paid in full from letting go.
Got ‘em giving good. Get ‘em going hard.
Every pick me up he give it up to God.
Sling a rod. Throw a stone. Go against the odds.
Pyramids, highs and lows, Modding with the squad.
Catalogue all the jobs meant to fuck it all.
Take a stand till e we fall baby, Fuck it all
No giving up or giving in.
Cause love, loves to win and win again.
Alone again and more again.
You set the scene. It never ends.
Chorus :
Moms and the pops
the elders and the tots
Neighborhoods and blocks
Hipsters and thugs
trying to rise above
Fist bumps and hugs
Siba
Went out looking for you in all the wrong places.
Hard to locate, with so many faces
Sent out an APB, no related cases
The music man, I master Aces
Eleven, Eleven, here to eliminate
Hate, the aggressor, candidate, successor
Caught in between choosing the evil of two lessers
Pressure, Accentuated stress, quest for the answer.
Committed, persisted, insist to seek the truth
Dissipate the lies, empower the youth
(sing) Dissipate the lies, empower the youth
(sing) Dissipate the lies...
Chorus :
Moms and the pops
the elders and the tots
Neighborhoods and blocks
Hipsters and thugs
trying to rise above
Fist bumps and hugs
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Get Open New York, New York
Get Open exists since 1994, Get Open is composed today of Kiambu, Von Meista, and Siba Giba.
Get Open has
performed in Europe and the USA has shared the stage with KRS 1/BDP, De La Soul, Jungle Brothers, Daddy-O (STET), Lester Bowie, Tha Alkoholiks, Special Ed, Dead Prez, Sadat X, IAM, Main Concept, Roger Rekless, and DJ Rob Swift & many others.
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