Da Pitchforks R Comin’

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All over the land across the oceans
A number of punks they know the motions
It’s the Unicorn Kings who have all the bling
And the floating chumps in the heywain ring
It’s a life sublime if you don’t read history
You can kid yourself with rosy mysteries
In the 1920s many candles were lit
But in the 2020s, the axis’ gonna split

Da Pitchforks R Comin
As you outsource like a mother
Da Pitchforks R Comin
99.999
Da Pitchforks R Comin
Get a gulfstream to New Zealand
Da Pitchforks R Comin
Grab your bitcoins and your gold!!

If you Wikipedia The French Revolution
Wat Tyler and his Peasants Revolt
You’ll getta surprise and a good dose’ o vision
Seeing all of the world in its double division
And now you see, yo, they not you!
As you chompin high on ya crystal stool
From the highest clouds to the bottom of the ground
They all howlin’, yo, da only way is down!!

Da Pitchforks R Comin
As you outsource lika mother
Da Pitchforks R Comin
99.999
Da Pitchforks R Comin
Get a gulfstream to New Zealand
Da Pitchforks R Comin
Grab your bitcoins and your gold!!

There are many solutions with no confusion
There are natural forces to stop the revolution
Maybe 3D Printing has a secret ol rhythm
Ending capitalism or is this just some ol jism?
There are many theories bout post scarcity
Post work post money post everything
Da future will be roses or da future will be murder
Yet this risin division cannot be taken further

Da Pitchforks R Comin
As you outsource lika mother
Da Pitchforks R Comin
99.999
Da Pitchforks R Comin
Get a gulfstream to New Zealand
Da Pitchforks R Comin
Grab your bitcoins and your gold!!

 

By Nicholas Peart

Written: July 2017

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Cryptomania

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I wrote this rap back in June this year at a cafe somewhere in Amsterdam. At the time there was a lot of renewed interest in cryptocurrencies and prices were beginning to spiral out of control (and continue to this very day with Bitcoin having just reached an all time new high of over $10,000!!). Below is my rap inspired by all things crypto…

 

I bought a bunch of Bitcoin
at da top of da tree
But my boy Daryl bought
when it was almost free
Coz Daryl got da skills
He know when to make da kill
I am a Johnny come lately
Always beggin outside Macy’s
All I wanna do is make it
I accidentally always fake it
Me n Maceo always look
To Daryl D da crook
Tappin all that homie knows
Thinkin bro it’s gonna blow

Cryptomania
A world of insania
Cryptomania
Extendin to Asia
Cryptomania
And all da pain in ya
Cryptogamia
When da prices go up!!!

Then one day da bubble burst
I’m thinkin yo I got it the worst
I bought all the way at da top
Got one hell of a mess to mop
Now I am slammin on doors
N clutching at straws
Rappin to all n sundry
Hustling like a real numpty
When I tell em the price I bought
They reply I am a chump worth naught
Now I am diggin through all my thoughts
Asking; What have you every caught?
Any gold any silver?
Or fools rock n fake guilders?

Cryptomania
A world of insania
Cryptomania
Extendin to Asia
Cryptomania
And all da pain in ya
Cryptogamia
When da prices go up!!!

 

By Nicholas Peart (AKA N P-ART)

Written in June 2017

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Hellhound On Ma Trail

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Gotta keep movin
Don’t slow down
Gotta keep on movin
No time to slow down
Muthafuckin blues fallin down like hail homie…

Gotta go gotta go
Can’t go with the flow
My minds a twisted vine
All messed up n grime
I was told that bus was mine
And the whole thing would be fine
All set up to reel and fly
In that great gig in da sky
Where Robert n Lemon n Lead
All words said
Rest their heads
All the pain all the dread
Robert’s my crossroad boy
That guitar weren’t some damn toy
N the pen was more mighty than the sword
Yet soon u be cryin’ for dat lord
In that time I saw
What become of thee
At da crossroads wit da devil
An off da wall level

There’s a hellhound on ma trail
Burnin white hot off da dail
Knockin down walls n doors
Always beyond da law
There’s a hellhound on my trail
Wreckin me up in style
I can’t get no sleep
Leavin me too deep

Brother go brother don’t blow
Put it out and show ’em how
Box them demons underground
Let dat doubt n anger fully drown
Think of life as one great chess board
Your pawns are diamonds on a stress board
No need to hustle you don’t need to
Don’t fall down on jerk-offs to feed you
When you were growing in them fields
So much mess no time for seeds
To sow and snowball all to deal
Another day to get real
All dat Satan stuff one big illusion
To justify all your confusion
And when you’re new n reborn
In the eye of this storm
You return to Son n Will
They like ‘shit that man plays ill!!
Little then did they know
Meet the new boss fully grown

There’s a hellhound on ma trail
Burnin white hot off da dail
Knockin down walls n doors
Always beyond da law
There’s a hellhound on my trail
Wreckin me up in style
I can’t get no sleep
Leavin me too deep

Now I am lyin’ in a field
Tumbling and groanin
Stoned outta my mind
My time is down to fade out clicks
All them chicks used me for kicks
Said, ‘daddy play me one more lick’
These last moments now I am sick
I am losing track n all
But my spirit won’t fall
You’re gonna miss me when I am gone
You’re gonna miss me now the king is gone
But he ain’t forgotten
This is the story of Robbie J
On some other star still burning real bright.

 

By Nicholas Peart

In memory of Robert Johnson (1911-38), the King of the Mississippi Delta Blues

Written: June and November 2017

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