Kane Mayfield – “Black Powder”

Kane Mayfield sent us this joint he did a little while back, titled “Black Powder”, which is a song you can download for free. He also just released a new album last month titled The Return of Rap, and you can purchase it on iTunes. Check out the lyrics and listen below.

LYRICS

“… the only thing thats gonna free Huey is GUNPOWDER…. black powder”
“…. see its no in between, you’re either free or you’re a slave… thats like telling me you can be a little bit pregnant”

The world is a stage…
lights bright enough to shine through the grave…
…..where Huey….(crowd cheers)
where Malcolm… we losing…
another nigga talking bout jewelry….
the rest of them a talk about using…
…some shits, should never leave the sewer..
you dumb shits could never meet the truer….
…..living god…
the gall, been a fraud
you rocking that benetton facade..

Ahmadinejad talk…
Kim Jong got bombs…
one’s more dangerous
Malcolm said chickens a come home to roost
they said he was crazy….

….. then he did his hajj
and came back, same cat talking bout we can all get along
even then they tried to play em….

But then he start talking bout lawsuits to congress
to the UN… and showing the world your fucking garbage…
then they had to spray em….

“… and it seems that i can hear God saying to America… you’re too arrogant”

Like Martin had a dream… Khalid gave a speech at Keene
To some folks both of them were kings…
You don’t respect the reverends
i direct you to the book PROVERBS 30:11
I’m expecting you to READ…
Google it… whatever yall do
I’m fucking threw with it…
Preoccupy your minds eye blinded by foolishness….

I watch my bro’s get stupider….
The world love a hoe faux pseudonym….
Bossy, Five Star bitch shit ya lost me…
cost me dearly…
cause the bol speak clearly if you force me…..

And i’m not better than yall… no exceptions
with ALL RESPECT to my mom, i been a bastard…

I’d bash through your fence and your wall
for that cash… but it catches up….

Like we be drinking every week but we don’t fast enough….
With our past as a unwilling…passenger

So we learn to let go…..
…… but hold fast the memory..
H. Rap Brown aint dead in no cemetery..

H. Rap Brown in the FED and some Kennedy..
Fried chicken nigga looking at me like the enemy…

The ENEMY.. ah make you wanna hate yo people DONT LET EM
Thats why you must embrace yo people..

And write Jamil Abdullah Al-Amin and tell em that you reading…
DIE NIGGA DIE feeling like you wanna be em….

Or you could go to Colorado if you wanna see em….
And tell the supermax that HOLDING em…
I said FUCK EM….

……FREEDOM…….