30-Minute Music Hour

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It's the 30-Minute Music Hour. I'm Andy Moore. From Minneapolis, Minnesota via Fort Washington, Maryland via Madison, Wisconsin, CRASHprez with DJ knowsthetime.

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Happy African American History Month, everyone. I can't start this set without asking you a simple question and it's not rhetorical. All I need to know is whether or not I have your permission or wyle out. So, formally for me, from us to y'all, do y'all mind if I wyle out? You don't mind at all? It's okay with you? That's all I needed to hear, a little confirmation.

"Mind if i wyle out?"

Worry a big amount Buildin' a wall it disturb me a big amount Email on Buzzfeed on Breitbart The Democrats did Bernie dirty a big amount Shoved in a locker mess with my chakras Teachers wrote mama concerned me a big amount Issa and Donald on primetime We black and we nerdy a big amount Consider this, givin' 'em thanks You can never tell me what my cinnamon ain't You can never tell me what my cinnamon cain't I deliver from pain, diligent saint My Twitter is a pillar of millennial angst My Gram is a #wokebae thirst trap game I'm no Shinoda, but remember the name And I came from the Fort now a nigga acclaimed I'm tryna trip less over drippin' mistakes I'm tryna do more when I sit in malaise The latter is quite too keen for my taste The former is life's routine, for Christ's sake Why ain't no one put that rule in the manual? I mean, what are morals Law and order ain't tangible I might have to channel Lin Miranda to handle you That's a Pulitzer pop star Full clip to dismantle you No, nigga, I'm not hard I'm drunk off this tap water I pulled up to fight for freedom The TV said "stack harder" Harder, harder, harder

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Can I borrow a few of your minutes To talk overthrow over chicken So one day the kids of our kids and their futures Don't come down to digits And we stop rappin' 'bout ####### And we stop killin' our women I could stick this in a sentence But I ain't about it if I ain't committed 'Cause I'm on a different route changin' big amounts The hero and villain I get it now Try not to hurt you then I'm gon' hurt you Then I'll repent it then I'll repeat it I'll never be figured out Be a decent man might get it down Since we swimmin' in division now Every rule should be rewritten now I remember like a year ago Michael Penn the First had hit my phone Said he stand by me whatever goes But he worried now cause nothing owed To these people that don't need to know Everything that you got goin' on Cause they sneakin' geekin' on the low So don't expose all your innermost And I played it off, like, "G, I see you" Come to now and ask cathedral Please believe I've seen evil But it sucks I need people I'll figure it out I'm on somebody couch Crying to Sampha just lettin' it out Shoot every shot in the dark So I never keep ash in my mouth Everything come in waves so I'll be the sequel Rappers swear that they see no equals You done said you the best so many times It's clear you don't believe you God bless, my G, I see you I'll sip green tea let the world mislead you I used to write raps for the world to love me But now I pick a BPM to bleed to Let me show you where this corpse hides I saved a seat there courtside I've been known to let my soul fly On this side ain't no flies CRASHprez a.k.a. Cornel Detroit online Punch a Nazi for the one time Punch a Nazi for the one time That's two times And punch Milo every other time

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This is a record off an album that's almost two years old now. Next week, it's two years old. It's called "Dogmatic," off of "More Perfect." Produced by this gentleman right here. I feel WPT, make some noise y'all. Ba, ba, ba, ba! Get along! Kick it. - Like a motherless We gonna take y'all to church, if that's alright with y'all? Child

"Dogmatic"

Rhythm of a deacon Throat of a preacher man Heart of a sinner In the palms of a mother Holy Ghost Holy Ghost, Holy Ghost -

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Shout out Taylor Scott in Baton Rouge Couldn't be here today I'm livin' out my problems Awaitin' the arrival of a son of a king Of a bona fide prophet showin' up Showin' out showin' love It's salvation time All on your mind All on your dime Holy Ghost, Holy Ghost, Holy Ghost I've got enough on my mind Prayin' all the time Lord give me a break please give me a sign Holy Ghost, Holy Ghost, Holy Ghost Can I get a soul clap even though we're on TV? Lead the way, I got it I must say I need the closure The collars meet the okra Fried feathers the aroma The tithes that he would toss Inside the silk inside the loafer Where you goin' Mr. Man of God Whippin' off the lot we'll wait for holes Inside your hands to rot Teeth always clenchin' Assumin' I'm a Christian man you reachin' Pledge of allegiance always at distance Leather scriptures for Christmas My kin would trickle the hint in I can't make no decision We might hate your decision Listen Rape in the mission Tradition leaves stains in the linen The taste of a lynching can glisten shame in your kitchen Rollin' on the river Reloaded skeptical nigga Dissecting everything bigger When prayer wasn't changing my picture Run amuck as I'm stuck Guarded gates entry-based What we touch who we love Weight of sin drowning us Am I doomed? I never started new in that pool But I wear cotton that's cool If there ain't cake or a casket Won't catch me lackin' in pews I hear cackles of crackers Passin' and battered and bruised Wagin' war for the Lord Did what savages do Pullin' bible and blanket homeland for ravaging through Then these pastors sell Cinematics To blacks as the truth Don't take a Catholic to see how massive The masses produced Scriptures strippin' then remixin' All the love he's givin' Might not be a man Could be written a strip from women And we pray for paradise but niggas somethin's missin' Chapters hidden they say Hope ain't all it take to make a movement But we maintain I'd rather try an afterlife when death decide to take aim Than grapple with the gossip In the Gospel that you gangbang Number in my cellular phone I need a miracle We got pills, pistols, Patrn The Negro spiritual Call today and you'll receive a special little gift All your pain will wash away Your sin will no longer exist

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Ooo-oo-ooo-ooh You know, I'm just fine with God. As long as you don't use your God to slit my throat I'm sure many of you in here agree. This next song is dedicated to a man that is not from this planet.

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I know we on TV, public access at that. But I'm a need everybody in this joint to head-bang since we can't-- you know-- break anything. I wouldn't want to do that to Andy. One, two, go, go, go, let's go!

"DMC, Jr"

You can't rock with my regime Boy you'd suffer on the scene I keep Dasani in a double cup Sober kid sip clean Mountaintops in my dreams You can never kill the king I grip death by the throat Throw it in the choke Hit the guillotine Bumbaclot, you don't get the sentence After F, boy, I've been descendant Hit the corner store with my bros Cop callin' cards for pre-paid repentance We watchin' y'all fiend for the squad Got a nigger fetish so dependent Bet you won't dance with death At the CPD they hit Laquan Ain't been to Memphis Now remind me how this 'posed to go Got a semiautomatic in the overcoat With a boatload of coke in a stolen Rolls With your neck and your toes and your molars gold Or you blow loads of dro you strokin' hoes Both your folks are from broken homes When we fact check that and hold it close You barely in the hood like a grocery store You wanna be a nigga so bad That's cute as hell My skin's not for sale you fake the funk Dog, we can tell

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And I'm snitchin' Can't finesse my culture 'cuz you finished Every minute in the trenches I'm the undisputed undefeated Reason why these niggas standin' at attention If I speak it then I mean it Best believe it best believe it Push a beater like a Beamer with no ceilin' '99, 2000, the future I feel like a Martian like I'm DMC junior Yeah yeah I'm right here with the terror Fist full of Black better grab an umbrella One time for the heads locked down right now Making your couch and your sweater Suburban boy I ain't no savage Been diggin' graves since DatPiff This rhythm of mine Counteract my circadian leavin' my eyes with the baggage I don't wanna wake up to another 20 texts Tellin' me that someone died too young I don't wanna lay upon my deathbed Thinkin' that I shoulda went hard when I was 21 I'll stick to water you keep the blunt Never get caught in New York with a gun Never let anyone rich own all of your art I promise you'll just get the crumbs The hottest one under the sun Mother lover I'm ill Not sponsored by the Beats Pill Waveridin' drill and fake trill Just keep the hate out my radius We too busy buildin' the future You still tryin' to sound like Nayvadius Your only shooters on computers Ain't no one checkin' that disrespect I'm pickin' the switch when you actin' out All you niggas are on notice This is a dedication get it out the drought Game ain't the same Wayne called it out I'm ballin' out like "Tha Carter" out Young money young money We don't love the other side What you talkin' bout Ain't no one checkin' that disrespect Pickin the switch when they actin' out All these niggas are on notice Dedication get it out the drought Game ain't the same Wayne called it out I'm ballin' out like "Tha Carter" out Young money young money We don't love the other side If I speak it then I mean it You best believe it Push a beater like a Beamer with no ceilin' '99, 2000, the future I feel like a Martian like I'm DMC junior Hey, who set the limit to sky Somebody lied I still got the feelin' No need to disguise passenger side of the ride Tryin' to find the healin' Posted with Devin in subwoofer Heaven Push his Echo like it got no ceilin' He said these two niggas can't rap I said these new niggas ain't CRASH

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Oh, man.

"Illegal"

Had to change a bit, my bad. Had to make a home up outta nothin' I guess that's what I'm used to baby (What I'm used to baby) Once catch wreck in the deck You should know what the crew do baby (What the crew do baby) I dedicate this record to every single sucker That choose to hate me Tell that nigger pass you the Aux Black fist in ya Bluetooth baby Turn up, turn up, turn up, lets go Two generations outta chains They say we still too lazy (Still too lazy) Traded in the crop for a cell block Ain't no such thing as "new slavery" ("new slavery") We came to dead the issue lift the soul up high Alan Turing on the rhyme decode the times Satan gave ya local cop a loaded nine Shoot yo grandmama dead And ain't no one fired Hey, what's up, hello? Ain't read my Miranda, but ya boot is on my throat You ain't need a warrant for that knockin' at my do'? Sendin' 20 pigs through the crib for some dope? You gon' shoot my daughter while she sleepin' on the flo' When you givin' up on kids before they hit the fourth Grade with no breaks from the State to stay afloat? Adderall and Ritalin you watch 'em overflow Back into the street with the heat for some dough? You made that problem you fix it You know we won't disappear we right here We fight here and God willin' God willin we die here Sayonara to the moments in my life when I was brainwashed to try and design fear I'm way too good at that kid Right now I no longer got the time Love yo people no more evil No one breathin' is illegal Love your people no more evil No one breathin' is illegal Love your people no more evil No one breathin' is illegal Love your people no more evil No one breathin' is illegal Freedom papers tucked in my oxblood Holy #### we got Trumped I'll never fight no white man's war You will catch me in a pine box way before a buzz cut Write 'til I bring hate to an end The pen back at work you act up, you get touched How many times will enough be enough How many times will enough be enough Look I don't give a #### if they a friend or a fan I don't rap for white people That treat me like some nigger And meanwhile I've been scopin' some folks With my skin tone like... "Go figure." Everyday diplomats never pull the trigger This is not a diss song, settle down, listen You can care about more than one struggle, man More than one hustle, man Stop trippin' Even though I got love for my OGs That's a two-way street Ain't witit good riddance West Side up like I was ja world If you peep politickin' give 'em the PIVOT Taste that rebellion in lips that you kissin' We're not minorities we're not defenseless If you were white with some riches You still ain't almighty When you need the niggas invention And if this take away from my spins Which prolly take away from my ends

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That's fine I've died a million times I would sell my life to God If that God isn't white or a guy Black God That's my homie I got the bootleg for what they told me

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WPT, sing it! - Turn it up one time 'Cuz you alive We'll never forget you, Tony Sing it! We will never forget you, Tony We will never forget you, Tony We will never forget you, Tony We will never forget you, Tony Andrew, miss you, big homie Andrew, miss you, big homie Andrew, miss you, big homie Andrew, miss you, big homie

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Guess that's the end of the stand for today. You know me, you keep quiet, let me run your phone bill up. You know I love to talk. But this is the only time we have designated for me to talk so I'm just gonna fill you in a little bit. Last week, I wanted to quit so many times. And I feel like that's more like the person I'm becoming or whatever is getting in my own way, me getting in my own way. And people dedicating themselves to getting in my way. And trying to take from me and take advantage of me. But you can't kill me. They can't kill me.

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I can't afford it. I can't afford it. You can't kill me.

"40 28"

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Exit to gather concessions the 25th hour awaits you Swine feel divine and their only profession Is power by niggas they hate you Sometimes the Devil is cloaked In the clothes are civilians who wanna be safe too If you so happen to define a demon And thereby the trigger will take you I don't wanna talk I don't wanna think I don't wanna smoke, I don't wanna drink, I don't wanna lust I just wanna walk, I just wanna blink, I just wanna hope I just wanna link I just want a buck Someone hand me my gun Someone hand me my God You won't laugh when we've come 'Cuz you know that that's the jihad Man, I wish my skin would peel from my bone Cause I tucked it away Not like I'm not proud of ebony, but baby We done seen too many ivory days That is the essence of cray Niggas I know might not see no Paris Our parades are too Black We got daughters and sisters But they out the picture forget it Can't focus on that But "Save our sons!" they cry aloud Teflon all your toddler Want precaution drop a five on the foot-long I might not get home Good God, takin' losses Santana Mossin' Through the cul-de-sacs on high alert for them opps Hipsters say the Southside too hot Same white boys don't talk bout no cops Ain't on this Takin' field trips to the hood like we stupid Nuisance without no solution Debrief the day over Ruth's Chris, you foolish I don't need no Black pass I'm past that Passin' 'em out now you can't have that You got your kid wide open I better blast that Don't be surprised if they ask for the drug test New stone, new suspect What's next? You wanna see the hand react? The niggas on the corner you condemned to die From chicken pieces and cancer packs Gon' get the strap cause that's black Fire all on that flag Malcolm taught in that class Armies of every melanin And brought in the world to destroy everything that you have A cam on a cop don't stop hate A closed case is not no victory I just wanted the double burger with cheese Now you wanna play Cain just for the infamy And this right here is the symphony Don't exile your empathy Cause believe it or not Believe it or not we all we got Look at kief spillin' on the block Time beatin' on that clock That's 40 more ounces And 28 hours And no one hand Should have all that coward And if you don't like that You can kill me dead right where I stand But you still can't kill me But if you don't like it I mean

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"Kill Me Dead"

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Here's a smart moment from a stupid mind Blacker than the bastard That was crucified for humankind Too divine muted and aloof I left these troops behind In the navy blue coupe Tryna to find where the truth aligns Tradin' noose for suit-and-tie I took administration On job applications I prolly look Caucasian Use elevated language To write my thesis statement They told me being Black Would never be my occupation I lift my chin up Pick porn, bust one nut Walk up out the crib Miss the bus Well this sucks Pace along the pavement Cause I can't afford no hooptie Hoodie on my head Now your white friend might shoot me That might seem clich To me that's the replay Chained up for some centuries Our people still ain't repaid I need 40 bars and a DJ 40 foreign broads and a PJ 40 chicken parts with some E&J You feel me? That's real as it gets Or at least that's what Viacom will sell to your kids I said too much already Now they sharin' schemes To subdue me I wiretapped the phone Like I'm Roland Pryzbylewski Let's get groovy now This is the new script This is my movie now Smart to the casket And made my mama chew me out Smart aleck masses Came equipped with the steez Dealin' diligence I'm killin' it Depictin' what you need Man, where do I be? With my niggas, ya see Spend tuition and fees On nutrition and weed Know somebody know somebody Get prescriptions with these I've seen candles and caskets When am I free If you don't like it you can kill me dead Where I stand I'm still gon' be I'm still gon' be the man If you don't like it you can kill me dead Where I stand I'm still gon' be I'm still gon' be the man You don't like it You can kill me dead Where I stand I'm still gon' be I'm still gon' be the man You don't like it You can kill me dead Where I stand I still be the Maybe I should use this chocolate skin To unlock what's within With a bottle of gin And a dollop of sin I got's to begin Can't stop to pretend The ain't watered-down Hip-Hop shh for your friends The same real hip-hop Dreadlocked for your spins Dog, my name is CRASHprez I won't stop 'til I win You can gauge your third eye 'til it bleed And twist every syllable so unimpressively Like you're tighter than me Go ahead and ride that trill wave 'Til you die in the sea We won't something that we can feel Not facades we can see I'm a mortal who just wants to see how God he can be And this aura runnin' through me Ain't no noxious disease John drowned in that lake Chris stopped by that seas Granddad had that stroke Not a shot in the green Gonna tear the binding 'Til I find the silver lining No matter what we dying I'm 23 now I've been refinin' The earth redesigin' I should have your excitement Just a little Man, Drake's a lie I started from the middle But don't think I'm not gon' hustle For my piece of pumpernickel With margarine, nigga I'm starvin' The lengths I'll go are startlin', nigga You can catch the Wreck or duck Like every part of it, nigga Either way, we're all sussed bipartisan, nigga Join this campaign of mine this instant Protest Wave Don't live in repetition If I don't get up in it by the middle of this written Or end up makin' pennies pressin' linen up in prison Or simply gettin' swallowed by the system Still the illest livin' Right where I stand I can still be the man And if you don't like it you could kill me Dead Right where I stand I'm still gon' be the man If you don't like it you can kill me But you can't kill me That's the thing Even if you kill me you can't kill me Even if you kill me you can't kill me

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Yeah, you. In there. Do you love me like you say you love me? Or do you just love what I can give you? This song is produced by Nathan France Saxophone by Nathan France

"The Rise of CRASHius Clay"

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Object identified I'm destined to fly Stuck in the underground If I don't bow to Spotify Stuck in the void where I never know when I'm next to die On the globe confined court-side for genocide Design a rhyme for science Turn up 'til I tinnitus Don't sip Ciroc in the spot Bro, you don't even drink, like really, dog They took the hippity-hop off the block And gentrified it Now yo mama tryin' Trident drivin' in the tightest Scion Nigga, I ain't lyin' I had lunch with God today Two decades of dumb stuff in my dossier From masturbating to Skinemax in my mom's estate To settlin' for store-brand OJ from concentrate In third grade we passed the Courvoisier In third grade I could not spell Courvoisier Astigmatism had me inches from the television The coldest rapper was a white boy with Dr. Dre God was watchin' me with the whole plan They say walk the righteous, even if I got no fans Never send the lepers to slow dance Elope with what I've spoke; be deprogrammed Bow down to no man I'ma put both hands together and forever wish you peace It's far too late for me I got vendettas left to keep Because I hate the violence tuck Berettas in my speech If you want the war I'll rearrange it 'til you bleed Y'all keep lettin' sucka niggas breathe I'll never let these sucka niggas be P-R-E-Z got the damn major key Set the whole world free to a Nate France beat Young CRASHius Clay, no Balboa and Creed Young CRASHius Clay, y'all W-P-T Still workin' out the kink in my schisms To get my niggas to rule But you could swim in the cinnamon For a bit and be cool

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I'd like to take this moment to say rest in peace to Clyde Stubblefield. I'd also like to shout out Diggs, reppin' Meadowood. He's only 13 years old Bless him. I'm terrified of stars up in the sky 'Cuz they're aligning I tuck my pain so far away, dog, you won't catch me cryin' I never picked up liquor 'cuz I seen some livers drownin' And Eddie, Uncle Sonny, and... I've slid in the DMs of my demons But I won't say which Wish the affliction would quit but the addictions are thick I can't listen to this It's so indicative of the sin that swim in my blood I can't evict all this love I can't predict what will come They say the rapture is nigh Who am I to decide? Before my granddaddy died He was an Israelite He called my name Mikhail, said Yahweh was the light He testified to the sky I scream of dreams where I'm free They shout me down with their lies Say that I'll burn for my words Hell is all I deserve Hell, I did that on earth All my dreams I can serve Ain't the scheme you can serve I'm not the first to be immersed in the dirt I know it hurts, but it's worse to disperse We can't suffer no more C4 to the door Don't cross the chosen ones Roll your blunt hold your tongue Wait for the war to come You'll be looking down the barrel Of a 5-foot-10 Southern boy With a Malcolm X lens Put words to the church Put zen in the pen Scroll through the last texts of my dead friends You are on point, Mike? Not all the time, Nate? Man, I keep murderin' verses When will this crime pay? If you ain't me or the people that surround me Then maybe you the one that lowerin' the crime rate Shut that all up 'fore I make you look stupid Please put this mic down if you ain't gon' use it Bet you feel foolish when you on that noose How I'm yo OG when I'm the new king With my chicken chest out and these toothpick limbs I descend to defend what the truth is Since none of y'all niggas wanna rap no mo' I'll be the best alive Since you ain't gon' do this, nigga

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Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Hey

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That's knowsthetime. I am his rapper CRASHprez. I'm from Maryland, he's from Milwaukee. We met at Wisconsin. This is my brother. I love him to death. WPT 30-Minute Music Hour!

k nowsthetime

Love you too,bro. Shout out everybody, rest in peace John Wall, again. Shout out the whole pimpin' gang in Chicago.

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k nowsthetime

I'm blessed, I'm blessed, I'm blessed and y'all can't have me. It do not matter. - It doesn't matter. Make some noise for yourselves, y'all.

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k nowsthetime

Thank you so much. Shout out to the Internet, 2017 is tight. Let's go. - That way.