M3H008/TRC008LP - First Edition 12" LP (includes limited edition fanzine)
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
140-gram Classic Black vinyl LP inside a reverse-board gatefold jacket, with an M3H / TRC branded inner sleeve.
Cover Art by Djib Anton.
LPs bought on Bandcamp will include a limited edition fanzine edited by Emma Warren and designed by Vusi Hlatywayo, which includes interviews with the musicians, session photos by Theodorah Ndlovu, Lukhanyo Mfenqa & Tseliso Monaheng and writing by Emma Warren, Tseliso Monaheng & Tabara Ndiaye Korka.
Includes unlimited streaming of On Our Own Clock
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
Verse I: Damola Owolade
Check it,
Got loose, pull the thread from a woolen garment/
Warming to a virgin of flames in the apartment/
Geospatially located to the north of J-secular/
Right angler, perpendicular/
To a pharaoh prior to the caliphate invasion/
Iterate the arc of a live installation/
Excavating with his mans and them/
Chop it up in good faith without the ad hominem/
What’s the flava kid? A basket of persimmon/
Techno-cratic, no dilettante (dilettante)/
Notation that could gas up a blaue augen/
Slippery slope to getting trapped in a cauldron/
Deep rooted, with ginger in his pocket/
Gary Payton could gaurd him/
Picking his pocket is a fool’s hope/
It could only be Uncle D Nasty, the misanthrope/
Bookmark with treasury bills and got lit/
Cite when he spoke on it, spokes on a wheel /
At the apogee he even keel/
A pound of a flesh in the jaws of a mastif/
Dancing on flat fifths/
You know the devils chord/
For y’all to teleport/
Beyond revolving doors/
Representing Moors/
With everything to lose/
Herbalise, verbalise the Blues/
Incorrigibly breaking all the house rules/
The views of a sentient dropping the indelible/
With purpose/
His variant, nearly infallible/
It's cut throat/
Chorus: Nosisi Ngakane
Tell the hood,
I’m chillin’!
Tell the girls,
I’m with them!
Tell Mom,
It’s in the fridge, and…
Tell the GODS,
We’re still building!
Verse II: Grandmaster CAP
Get in where I fit in—
Middle-End-or-the-Beginnin’,
I be going for the killin’,
Every time I start spittin’.
Don’t be askin’ how I do it,
I’m a FKN rhyme villain.
Illin’!
Col’ chilllin’!
Son, I’m cooler than a million!
Steady droppin’ heavy bullion,
Opulence for generations;
Buildin’ for the children,
Son, this just the foundation!
Godly inundation.
River of creation,
SOUTH GOD, northbound,
Delivering Civilisation!
Mind liberation,
Against indoctrination;
Heavy propagation,
Of World-depopulation!
What the FCK they perpetratin’!?
Overly amazing:
6 Billion & y’all children,
6 Billion & y’all chillin’,
6 Billion & uh…
Man, what the FCK I’m countin’?
Happily vaccinated.
Really contaminated;
Soon to be eliminated.
Certainly not fated:
Life, what you make it!
So, get about the makin’,
Need to get up off your bacon,
The world needs savin’,
But y’all heavily sedated!
(Heavily Sedated)
Chorus: Nosisi Ngakane
Tell the hood,
I’m chillin’!
Tell the girls,
I’m with them!
Tell Mom,
It’s in the fridge, and…
Tell the GODS,
We’re still building!
credits
from On Our Own Clock,
released September 3, 2021
Asher Gamedze – Drums
Damola Owolade - Emcee
Dion Monti – Synthesizer
Grandmaster CAP -Emcee
Nosisi Ngakane - Vocals
Siya Makuzeni – Vocals
Tebogo Austebza Sedumedi – Electric Bass
Zoe Molelekwa – Wurlitzer
Written by Siya Makuzeni, Damola Owolade, Ngoma Makhosi & Grandmaster CAP
Jazz, funk, and hip-hop grooves drive the latest release by a world-class Dallas collective steered by Snarky Puppy's percussion duo. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024
