save the children (single).

VIVA KONG (2022)

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This is the greatest album you may ever hear - I wouldn’t sleep on it! Crazy how at one point all I was was a rapper, and to see what point I’m at now is wild. I really dunno how to categorize my music anymore. There’s a song on here called “The Roe The Wade” which sums up my stance on issues and my role as an artist. You can listen to me for my message, you can listen for the flows, you can listen for the dope beats. Just as long as you find some value in what I do I’ll continue to do it. If you are racist, homophobic, misogynistic, or are just plain close minded, or even if you want something corporate, I’d stay away - this ain’t for you!! ✌🏽+ ❤️

Strength from the Grave

Ya gotta be such a biatch/

all this back n forth like squash/

estoy triste I been listless/

estás enferma cuz we got the sickness/

who knew I could cause grief n also be the victim/

Dios mío I’m good at drama/

if I had a quarter for every time/

for every rhyme I’d be a billionaire 20 times/

so many do these mental gymnastics asking/

what is Kenny’s problem on every backflip/

did you know that mi grammama passed it/

messed me up but I’m back bitch/

I was on the verge of suicide/

when she took me to her home on the west side of the Chi/

and if I ever actually die/

I wanna put an imprint half as big as hers why/

demasiada tristeza/

everybody sad everybody mad what’s the occasion/

diseases is spreading all this inflation/

they can’t keep up w these wages well they tell us/

if I had a quarter/

for every time I was told I wasn’t a good worker or didn’t wanna/

I’d put em all in a pillow case/

the next manager to open his mouth gets it to the face/

this the strength from the grave/

Sometimes I think I’m too AB positive/

there’s only so far mi back bends/

there’s only so much blood in this body who wanna party/

it’s Dia muertos everyday I walk outta this grave/

I misbehave I try n turn page/

I been a wage slave I will soon be grey/

I’m gonna have to face this disaster/

honestly the aftertaste couldn’t be badder/

is there a possibility to be sadder/

everyone self diagnosing why not I/

water starting to swell n spill up out mi eye/

I just wanted a shoulder or two when I cry/

Private School

You trap yourself inside your private school

You tell us we can’t enroll because it’s full

For each teacher the maximum kid you got is 2

While we stuffed in a room

I did mi best to learn they said I spoke outta turn

I raised mi hand as high as it goes

They said I shouldn’t even begin to think about accomplishing my goals

We gotta whole life for you

Virulent your whole demeanor leads to

Fake self accomplishments time to treat ya

Young boys form the club of old boys

Young girls assimilate everyone rotates who they date

Can we trade wait what did I say I wouldn’t wanna trade

Guessing towards success every day is the way

We jump so high to fall to mediocrity

You got any spare change call me

One ring to rule em all and it fits us all

Your life has been lived before oh boy

Maybe if I wish a lil harder I could be in the clique

It ain’t for me it’s only for you

They the rich kids we the

Do best with whatever you get kids

We the take what you can

Don’t you dare throw a fit kids

We the creatives

They the executives living off our spit

We the culture

They the exploiters

We the jump how high

They the when I ask don’t cry

Don’t ask why step over you when you die

Replace the product

We the we should protest

But can’t afford to protest

We the never get no rest

Word to Kong beating mi chest

Every Slash on Mi Back

Don’t you know ima genius/

that’s why they call me Kenny genius/

a stallion in Kentucky call me Preakness/

that’s my witness blood n sweat glisten/

down in Guatemala w a lil holla holla/

all I know is bitch betta have mi money every dolla/

this American dream I’m not a follower/

bitch I give loans I’m not a borrower/

in fact every loans in mi ear lobes I hears it/

London cheers it/

Lloyd’s of London insured the slaves/

to mi great great greats well today is the day/

so when I say slay I really mean slay/

every slash on our back we about to have our way/

every slash on our back every hood in America/

westside south side chupa mi verga/

Will it ever end/

they don’t want me get revenge if it hurt them in the end/

it’s a sinny sin sin not off the hairs of mi chinny chin chin/

will I end/

friend what’s a friend man I got enuff of them/

we were friends when I was making ends/

now we ain’t friends cuz I ain’t sharing dividends/

to those whose don’t sweat the same blood as me/

ain’t it funny how it get messy when you involve money/

when I was slaving for you every day was soo sunny/

the flowers were blooming the trees was growing/

the leaves was verdes I think it’s apparent/

now I brought doubt now I brought clouds/

it’s overcast yet your reign is over wow/

it’s a drought it’s Arizona/

it’s Nevada without the poker/

Can you hear it

Can you feel it

Every mark on mi palm

Every scratch on mi back

Burying Black Babies

We keep burying black babies

How it feel to bury your son/

How it feel to bury your daughter/

How it feel to bury your sister/

How it feel to bury your brother/

How it feel to bury a candidate/

How it feel to bury a student/

How it feel to bury ambition/

How it feel to bury conviction/

How it feel to bury a life/

Before it start it’s like an art/

How it feel to flood this bitch/

Without a paddle without a arc/

How it feel to put human suffering in your palm/

Unlike napalm you don’t light the spark/

Just let it whither/

How did we get here send mi shivers/

How it feel to wake up dead

You heard what I said

How the hell do it feel to wake up dead

How it feel to have your lover

Have your partner disappear

How it feel to walk around all innocent feeling fear

How it feel in the morning saying goodbye dear the last time

How it feel to not have the end to your rhyme

How it feel when the person who finish your sentences

Wiped clean bad riddances

Send the shivers in

I know everyone of us feels something wrong/

time to do a lil more than just make another song/

all mi people on the left, people on the right/

together we gon fight/

Fox in Henhouse

Beat it like a drummer boy/

feel it all up in yo stomach oi/

like finding a lucky coin/

when I look down it’s just booty all around/

this ass I don’t pass around/

baby girl pop it up baby girl slap it down/

Ima fox in a henhouse

Ima Fox in a henhouse

Last girl pissed that I wasn’t Mickey Mouse/

I got teeth I rip thongs when we getting down/

I got beef you got hunger yo stomach growl/

I’m just tryna help ya keep ya meals down/

You had Argentinian steak in Mexico City/

macarons on the Sein in Paris/

big ol titties guess you brought dairy/

Ima Fox in a henhouse/

What the hell is in now/

Chicachicachica pow/

You are a star/

I could give a damn if you are a star/

cuz to me that’s who you are/

I could care less what the Vatican calls art/

what the billboard charts call a hit/

to me it’s a zit you pop it n then rinse/

the shit comes back n honestly it’s dense/

I’d rather explore another chart w ya shit/

Ima Fox in henhouse/

Gripping digits no not this/

let it spill off your lips we are no longer kids/

besos everywhere on mi dicc you split/

I been equipped w equipment that’s outta the reach/

of the lames you been seeing as recently as this week/

here’s a cheat sheet here’s a few tips/

won’t you squeeze squeeze as you move hips/

Mahalo mahalo mahalo mahalo

You must be sitting on the F5 key cuz your ass is refreshing

The waters keep rising I’m jet skiing

Baby the village is on fire it’s burning down we fleeing

You everything I need no more am I seeking

Triple P’s

Paris Portugal Panama

Next time I’ll be in the West Indies

But I’m tryna enjoy the triple p’s tryna enjoy the triple p’s

Homie please

Baby yo body can still get beat down/

deconstruct brick by brick now you live in this house/

who would I be to share/

I fucked you in the Paris air I fucked you in bel aire/

I fucked you in a pair of red bottoms you on your tippy/

I’m slapping gave you a red bottom plus them hickeys/

you was walking round looking Native American/

screaming like a sacred coyoacan or an eagle/

brand new vehicle went from busses/

we were tougher 9 hours to get to the sea/

look at it then turn around buckle back up your seat/

road head what was the purpose this ain’t romantic for you n me/

we graduated to mile high toilet seats/

Valentine’s Day hitting a foreign beach/

still no matter where we leave/

I always see us coming back to the triple p’s/

Add in Puerto Rico p’s hit the quadruples/

Beaches beaches city grab your titties/

let ‘em swang people clowning on you what a pity/

they wish they had the clout to actually do the things they lie about/

while you were lying around/

we was flying around we was boating we was sailing/

we was mountain climbing we was doing everything they said was only for the whites/

we was leaving footprints on sand/

we was dancing by tiki torches and posted nothin' to the gram/

make em scram according to plan/

I’ll be damned if she leaves tonite w another man/

champagne if in the morning I’m migrained it ain’t a thang/

I pop pills anoche was a thrill/

Crazy crazy crazy

Baby baby baby

Got me shooting mi shot like mcgrady

Grady Grady Grady

You don’t know me know me know me

But you’ll show me show me show me

Got mi shooting mi shot like Kobe

Kobe Kobe Kobe

You only love me cuz yo mama don’t like me/

you only love mi cuz me limited edition Nikes/

you only luv cuz me passport is soo full/

I had to get 2 in 5 years/

you ride me like a reindeer you Mrs Clause/

in our relationship there’s a clause/

call it the prenup to the prenup/

if we ever have to breakup n then reup/

any past transgressions you’ll never bring up/

if you ain’t twerking hard enuff I may speak up/

our love is Hawaii tho mi hearts Alaska/

I’m soo cold but to you I may just warm up/

eating plátanos in Acapulco/

feeling on your cuerpo like ima local/

I keep it vocal nena you keep me loco/

I kiss you from upstate right down to soho/

That ain't a Gucci it's a bucci

you need to stop playin' with me

You’re soo down you can’t even raise a smile/

everybody living check to check how you sposed to save/

why not buy a tent you live in in retirement/

when you get pushed to the curb by someone younger n fitter n cheaper n dumber/

if I boycott will you do it too/

or will you take my spot n get comfortable/

are you tired of not having any food/

do my personal complaints not move you/

This is an ad everything is an ad

Ain’t ya mad ain’t ya sad or a lil bit glad

When you realize it’s all fake it’s not all a mistake

You were born to be sold/

you assuming you were gonna have control was awfully bold/

the weeds need to be pulled we need able bodied people/

but everyone crippled/

we sit too long we stand too long/

we cancel the wrong enable the wrong/

n I’m stuck in between like a used thong/

these solutions are two pronged/

either apathetic or stay pathetic/

I just can’t win pain I fret it/

you Facebook Instagram or maybe Reddit/

this social life I wish to shred it/

The Roe The Wade

I know this sister/

this sister no listen to no mister/

this sister got the conviction of a minister/

basically a sinner who won’t get rocked by no other sinner/

this sister been independent since she can remember/

all her life made the right decisions/

proved she can do what the men can/

this sister accomplished more than doing work around the kitchen/

but don’t get it twisted she can throw down in the kitchen/

it’s just if you focus on this a lot you missing/

but now she got an issue now we got an issue/

No gwan man say what we shall do/

no gwan man know what we go thru/

no gwan man should ever raise his hand/

these gwan man done lost they mind again/

What do you say

The Roe the Wade

These mfers done lost they mind today

Happiness must be an earned trait

Why oh why do they hate

When is it our day

When is it ok

When is it our way

Not just your highway

When you fight when you fight n they scrub it clean/

when they spit in ya face are ya gonna lean/

cautiousness in n outta consciousness/

the balls of this bitch/

this alternate reality/

leads to unsafe fatalities/

we don’t listen to our women we have made them victims/

screaming kicking/

Who are we kidding, democracy is trippin'/

don’t really matter if my swagger is drippin'/

don’t really matter how cool I is/

when there ain’t even no value on school/

Blood on the streets made em hurl

Blood on the brows that stayed furled

Fuck the department of justice as heads curled

Fuck R Kelly n what he did to black girls

Blood on the knees it was running

Blood hit her shins it was something

Blood on her feet it’s sweet

Bloody States of America can’t be beat

Blood in her eyes blood from the sky

Blood in the playpen blood in the sty

Blood on the apron blood in the kitchen

Blood in the Oval Office started this division

Parigot

Pacing on the seine

Can’t tell where begin where to end

Mi life has been

Not where it was where it has been

Pacing thinking

Laughing drinking

Anything to keep mi mind at ease

I now go where I please

Can’t you feel the light

Can’t you see the nite

With your eyes tight

Take in all the sights

Pacing in mi arondissemont

I got smoke in mi hair

I got tear gas in my eyes

From riots about last nite

Searching for human rights

You should try it well do you buy it

Is man supposed to be free

And if not why innit he

Boots walking on the cobbled road

Rain falling on the bottom of mi soles

My soul has been awoke

No longer am I told outta turn I spoke

I did it for mi folk on the boat

Each stroke get stronger w every row

Fork in the road I dug a new

With my spoon see ya soon

One day I’m

Gon rent a wing in Versailles

If you don’t even try

Then you would never leave the south side

When I was told I would never leave home

When I was told I ain’t the colour of them folks

All I thought was sky can’t hold me

N I still live that way boldly

Laser Orgy Girls

Remember when we used to talk/

now you just send me duets on tiktok/

knowing damn well the Chinese are spying/

you could give a damn yolo right b/

remember when we worked retail to pay off school/

I first saw you I drooled/

tight khakis n sketchers so damn fine/

mi heart jumped out mi chest they called all stretchers/

they took me well tried to take me to Northwestern/

but I’m American n that bill made me gesture/

working minimum wage ain’t gon cut it/

no way I can pay for procedures today/

so suck it up smoke weed/

walked you to class in the morning/

later on hit the dormitory/

you got friends time for orgy/

Sometimes I wonder if kids today/

who can’t do the face to face understand what they missing/

I was on a mission/

suspicion went across the dean’s face every intermission/

when I got on campus it was like leaving prison/

my world is so masculine but all these women/

made me understand why it’s a white mans world/

he don’t wanna be upstaged by all this beauty in these girls/

some large breasts n some small/

all I knew was Kenny had wrangle w all/

thru my lasso like Ted Lasso im always positive/

im always positive/

downed a fifth hopped in my Acura/

Asian chicks what gave me acupuncture/

I gotta bunch a stories/

bout the raves the laser orgys/

How long you been on campus/

Is it by design/

You made me feel like a champion/

Yo chest i sign/

It’s been days

It’s been months

It’s been years 3 cheers

Big ass booty for a bottom feeder/

strip teaser straight outta Cleveland/

now you in California studying me at Berkeley/

this week next week USC/

you were highschool prom queen I couldn’t give less a damn/

if you were THE woman or man/

in your formative years it’s all about/

what have you done for me lately swallow pal/

volleyball at Venice weekends in San Diego/

cruising the Coronado in the Sable/

that your papa gave you as you raise the Mercury/

inside this ride outside you’re mine/

Cabo San Lucas spring break/

as the tits shake w every earth quake/

they both deserve me so why bother/

looking for another we were made for each other/

Same Emotion

Laughing n crying crying n laughing

Same while breathing same while passing

Same emotion same devotion

Same ol job same promotion

Same ol/

look in yo eye when you laugh when you cry/

same ol/

look at the pine you rest on alive rest in when die/

same ol/

can’t be bothered attitude peep the latitude/

same ol/

you gon be laying horizontally if you try n front w me/

same ol/

tough guy act I learned on the west side of Chi/

same ol/

I could give a damn what I lose it’s a eye for a eye/

same ol/

disregarding mi people not looking at each other as equals/

same ol/

crabs in the bucket they saw mi rear n plucked it/

Now if ya hear me on the pirate radio/

We will bend over no mo that’s a no go/

When you cruising on the expressway/

We gotta express the way/

We have come from absolutely nothing/

We are the children of the face of struggling/

We are the beautiful souls/

The tragedy is really the comedy/

I never understood why they all soo mad at me/

had a firing squad stacked to mi left/

had a heart attack as I clenched mi chest/

straight from the west a place I rep till mi death/

this block I don’t own nor do any of mi folks/

all I did was stress the whole barrio to vote/

they did then got evicted outta homes/

all a sudden I felt dumb for telling everyone to vote/

obviously they got us hanging on the ropes/

everybody poor everybody hungry/

everybody jobless oh buddy/

when the only way you survive is by getting by high/

and the clouds keep stacking there’s no more sky/

it’s the limit but unfortunately you can’t see it/

how you gon chew the fat of life when you vegan/

My homie bout to have a kid/

not too long till I say the same shit/

my brother had another kid/

not too long till I say the same shit/

mi life ain’t fly cuz I live/

I’ve felt every emotion/

I love all these kids/

they just a blank slate to what I am what I is/

I thank mi mum/

there every day of mi life even when working 2 jobs/

she just wanted us to do the dishes/

came home beat we didn’t do it she was flippin'/

I just want her to know that we get it/

every ass whoopin' led to this decision/

I thank mi brotha for raising me/

taught me how to document mi life amazing/

this has always been mi outlet between you n me/

if you still here after all these years you move me/

all them drivebys I was in when they almost shoot me/

all the parties when them jerks tried to roofie/

all the football games I gave mi sweat to/

something bout music was a lil more special/

I hope if I never write another line you got it/

Shakespeare is black here’s another sonnet/

WayMove

It make no sense at all for you to say how much you earn/

It make no sense at all for you to say what you’ve done/

This is the way that we gon move/

It’s about what you doin not what you done/

Money in mi face wot punk dude say/

is that all you worth pulled it in concert/

him n hims boys all unemployed/

claim they entrepreneurs they talk maneur/

so much shit spills from they lips/

they could grow crops ganja fields for miles/

I only did what I did to see mama smile/

pad mi pockets for I brought in a child/

flip the dial immigrated on that boat we were stole from/

now I swole up/

used to drip like coffee now I’m the whole cup/

they try n be me for 5 minutes then say hold up/

it’s impossiblé drink responsiblé/

y’all had one too many lagers honestly/

keep working hard homie n you gon have your day/

it’s just not today

It make no sense at all

For you to keep runnin your mouth

It make no sense at all

For you not to sit down

It make no sense for me to see ya

Still claiming victim

It make no sense for me to see ya

Not pass laws to help the people

N it make no sense at all

For all of us to continue to fall

N it really don’t make no sense at all

Why the common people ain’t involved

We just keep on breaking n stall

Got 2 2-flats in Chicago a flat in Brixton/

got a condo in Harlem but it’s really just a kitchen/

got a beach home in Barcelona a hammock in Barbados/

live in mi jeep in Jamaica a mansion in Lagos/

split between 2 chicks when I’m in Grenada/

clay house in the holy land asalma lakum/

Vancouver just for massages/

south of France just for manages/

5 years old always wanted to do abroad living/

Monaco when I wanna feel like a Bond villain/

that’s all I got to say it’s the waymove/

we is the wave we is the groove/