10/06/2023 Click here for Spotify, Apple Music, or Youtube. “Karma” is my 59th official release. The song was self-recorded, but mixed, and mastered by Keyano and the beat is by Ken while the cover art is made by Kentzho from fiverr.
I talk about this blog post and other updates in the latest Sunday update here:
Like the last two releases “Karma” is from “The Chalice Mixtape” that I made back in 2017. I redid select songs and this is one of them. I had the beat remade to sound similar but all original. The song is about how you should do good because Karma will come back around, even if that means in terms of civilization and what you mean in history. Roman Gladiators were the rock stars of Rome, now I bet you can’t name a single one. Just like Greek poets they’re are only known to history and their name doesn’t last or matter anymore.
In the same way, contemporary artists are rock stars of America when they will probably never be remembered in any real historical context. And those seen through the eyes of history are less forgiving and will look at your actions holistically. So as the song says and tries to give apprehension towards “be ratchet and a tool, karma’s waiting for you.” This is supposed to give you pause and make you think about being a destructive force because history will be less forgiving and karma will ultimately tell your legacy.
Lyrics:
Napoleon Bonaparte
Fame is fleeting
But obscurity is forever
Maybe obscurity is certain
Cuz nothing lasts forever
Homer and Aeschylus
Are never in your rhetoric
The last time someone says your name you'll be dead again
What matters to you?
Why not act a fool?
Be rachet and a tool
Karma’s waiting for you
This my world and I do what I like too
I’ll be like you and be my idol, huh
J. Cole thinkin' “not another white dude”
I’m here to help you out ain’t tryna bite you
I be god damned if I don't run my life like a business
Stack when I get it, give back to the indigenous
Like we didn't take their culture
Treat um like a call girl
Feed um what we call fair
Left um all at fault there
But damn dog, You make the ghetto sound romantic
Why you frontin'? When it really bout the status
Attention is on me, though my community in shambles
I used to make money cuttin' drugs up like a cantaloupe
I do it for me, I’m such a misanthrope
That’s how you sound and it really ain’t a joke
In these economic conditions
You need it to live on
I get it, you hustled hard,
But don’t get it wrong
Homer and Aeschylus
Are never in your rhetoric
The last time someone says your name you'll be dead again
What matters to you?
Why not act a fool?
Be rachet and a tool
Karma’s waiting for you
Came in the game to fuck it up and make it change
Cause you to engage
Make you fraught with indignation
Grunt, flaunt, stunt
You ain't never gon’ stop my shine I do it for the love
I'm talking Uncle Ruckus
These white people takin’ duck hunt
You ain't my girl, why you jock’n bitch, cunt what?
You crazy, insane, no, I don’t need a nut, naw
I’m just like you, see, I couldn’t give a fuck, uh
How am I the feminist
When you rappers so effeminate
You protect your mind like wealth
Close it off and fence it in
Tell me do you give a shit
Tell me who you benefit
The behavior, the genesis
The poverty we living in
I think my insignificance
And what it really meant to live
don't think you're really getting it
You just got a grave to dig
Fame is fleeting
Name a Roman gladiator
Or an ancient Greek poet
Look you’re just a fad you hater
Homer and Aeschylus
Are never in your rhetoric
The last time someone says your name you'll be dead again
What matters to you?
Why not act a fool?
Be rachet and a tool
Karma’s waiting for you