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The Narrative
02:23
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Verse 1: Kae G The Original Seed
Savage still the narrative, brash and avidly arrogant
My last wax, “Barbarians,” fuck bodied - I buried it
No variants, still carrying a sword, good lord - there he is
The scariest, terrorist, armed to the teeth and baring his
Prepare for it, declarative, arrows fly from the parapet
It’s perilous, nowhere to hide, prepare to sit
The meritless, cutthroat with enough dope to bury kids
Embarrassment of riches, I’m itching to tip the ferryman
It’s Carol’s kid, very sick - bit of a derelict
I’m Al Swearengen at the Gem, feeding the feral pigs
Whoever lives … you staring down the barrel's tip
A narrow width of shell and grit, projected with a metal click
The hellish wit of devilish televangelical heretics
Intangible, my manors so vandal - I wreck developments
Panelists can’t guess my line - divine anarchist
I’m Anikan to the Jedi hive mind panicking!
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Cold Blooded
02:24
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Verse 1: Kae G The Original Seed
Cold-blooded, pillar-to-post bludgeon
Your kids with no bluffing, your sister, your broke cousin
The lone gunman, known to go dumb when
the scope focus aligns and finds the right puppet
I’m plugging you know nothing punks that hold something
contusions, bone bruises - you losers die stunting
I’m loving the vibe. What s this? Dry blood and dove shit?
Hide, run, or come get this live slug that punctures
spine and brain function, I am insane nothing
pilots my brain, I maim the pilot: plane plummets
Violence, I rain punches, you writhing in pain hunching
The nihilist will rain hundred of years, the fear pungent
I’ll maul something, brolic I’m Dolph Lundgren
I’ll slaughter them all, die if they die - we all hunting
I’m awfully raw, hardest of all - Paul Bunyon
No caution involved, brawl and you fall, cops coming!
Verse 2:
Cold-blooded, no love - it’s a storm coming
The trumpets and horns muffled in thunderous hordes rushing in
Governments warned, guns and the saw, yeah, wars ugly its…
… nothing but gore, duck or get torn - no force touching this
Trust me I’m raw, swinging a maul, call a medic
The bigger they are, harder they fall - I’m prophetic
The authentic, hard tested, “Khali Mar” - heart menace
A God with a bar, gladly evolved to draw vengeance
I’m all business - the valley of dolls got lost limbs it’s
A malleable rot finish for cowards that pop shit its
The power of all misfits, they rallied, involved, kicking
For hours, the law listless - with talons and claws ripping
Incisions like saws, scissors, victims they fall twitchin’
No vision at all, riches are gone, of all children
I’m here and I cause chaos for all, the god spitting
Content with the ball but threw the mishegoss, lost Pippen
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Pompeii
03:00
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Verse 1: Kae G The Original Seed
Let the blood drain, pure evil this is unsafe …
Run away, the sword clang, and blood spray
Blood reign, evil emperor, the unphased
Kneel at the feet or feel the heat … Pompeii
I’ll smack ya’ in your dumb face --
cut-rate flows, they blow - I hope you suffocate
Stunting, fake - nothing great, you up against a numbers game
buncha apes, bloody fangs - hunting until the hunger fades
Suckers pray, I’ma place my faith in another place
Come to play, gun to waist, what would your mother say
When her son is laid, to rest, best you run away
Some will stay, dumb as paint, drying on a summers day
Gun or blade, you're still dealing with a swordsman
Off with his head or drawn and quartered with the horses
It’s torture, leave your bodied twisted - anamorphic
I’m morbid - Mighty Morphin matador with
The matte black four-fifth action to cause coffins
last of the four horsemen, Death, no rest - stomping
your best get left dormant, caved in chest, coughing,
an angel’s face calling you home, so go on then!
Hook: Kae G The Original Seed
Let the blood drain, pure evil this is unsafe …
Run away, the sword clang, and blood spray
Blood reign, evil emperor, the unphased
Kneel at the feet or feel the heat … Pompeii
“Fall to your knees, bring fruit … ask advice, put your rhymes on the water, burn them as a sacrifice”
Verse 2: Kae G The Original Seed
Live from Golgatha, monster true and proper,
I’m chomping and chewing goblins
like a brolic chupacabra, Nosferatu, who can stop ‘em?
I’m awful, no human ought to approach it, I’m super hostile
Come close - Don’t do it. Nah, fool. Stay away, you stupid not to
Catch a fade, I’ll Vader bomb you - I’m henious, the sadist - Haku
The vagrant, my status: not cool, a patient avoiding lawful
arrest I guess I’m artful - amazing the latest Marvel
My cadence is laced with poison - no voice but to feel the agony
My voice instills the savagery, void of all feelings: apathy
Poised to peal the cap of the - Captain still blasting blacks with ease
Audacity, magically - assault plus battery
The tragedy of having speech - with no clue how to speak
Challenging - verbal linguistics - you shit a fallacy
So, how could we have let this happen when raps a mastery …
… of language, still dangerous … Emporer Palpatine!
Hook: Kae G The Original Seed
Let the blood drain, pure evil this is unsafe …
Run away, the sword clang, and blood spray
Blood reign, evil emperor, the unphased
Kneel at the feet or feel the heat … Pompeii
“Fall to your knees, bring fruit … ask advice, put your rhymes on the water, burn them as a sacrifice”
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Verse 1: Kae G The Original Seed
Murder, murder - kill, kill, kill
What's the verdict? It’s for certain, I’m skirting with no guilt
The filth is so ill, a villain - a rouge heel
No feeling - I’m cold, dealing a dose of the most real
No covid, you gone choke on the steel or the boot heel
Like peeling a fruit, pieces of you, get loose still
Pictures for proof, ligaments - tooth, on true film
I’m killing ya’ crew, fuck living your truth - I’m too ill
Godzilla, the goon kill, pop pills, consume booze
Atlliah, the conquer-killer, I move the moon moves
So Who’s who? Who dies first? It’s loose/loose
Let your blue hue turn red - live on youtube
Contused, bruised, you gasping - asking for love still
Your cup filled, it runneth over - my motive to kill
Explosive, I deal death - the best since drug deals
Crack, dope, and meth … After the Blood Spills …
Verse 2: Donnie Darko
You niggas, talking to be talking, you ain’t got no heart when
Niggas be sparking… bring the chalk in!
I been walking … before I can crawl
What that mean? I skip steps nigga, ready to brawl
This beam, red dot, nigga cover them all
It’s winter time but motherfuckers still ready to fall
See look, I leave you shook, I’m a halfway crook
A thug who read books and seen drugs and pulling jux nigga
I’m on that purple Urkel, damaging you niggas circles
“Did I do that?” the strap is modified to fucking hurt you
I put one in the air for my nigga Bandman
we got forty-nine’s behind you, ain’t no San Fran
I’m old school like American Bandstand
Soul Train, Good Times, kids doing handstands
And these guns don’t jam, we ain’t no jelly shit
You can’t stomach these shots, get it your belly bitch!
Verse 3: Appollo Valdez
It’s like I’m hunting game when I hold the microphone and shoot
gun and flame with Sutter Kain, going psycho on the loops
Your wife’ll think I’m cute, in my inbox - shooting like a sniper on the roof
My dick’ll strike her like a lightning bolt from Zues
I’ll burn fire in the booth, serve liars with the truth
Grip a lock of ya’ hair and turn the pliers at the roots
Make you groan in pain like a nerve dying in ya’ tooth
Flow the flame burn like germ vagina dripping juice
I be vibing, getting loose, repercussions, kick the beat in
Stretch my muscles, jump on the track, and dig my cleats in
Come out the block scorching, them lyrics spit ‘em to city rhythms
Freestyle to beats downs and rock to shot orchestras
Artistry innovative with the gift and the craft
These niggas fake and irritating like an itch in the ass
I give the wrath of the Omen Pharaoh
Don’t feature me on a song, I’m equally Donkey Kong, throwing barrels, motherfucker!
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Hook:
I’m on a killing spree, line ‘em up for the guilitine
Time is up, I am what defines the height of villany
“The insane man, who strikes back …”
I’m on a killing spree, line ‘em up for the guilitine
Time is up, I am what defines the height of villany
“You searching for signs of the end, well I am that… “
“Slice that cat!”
Verse 1: Kae G The Original Seed
The rouge savage, the last with the most passion
A crack in the mold has it, that after I go … that’s it!
The magic, the gold - classic, my pattern and flow rabid
I’ll baffle your soul, grabbing your throat and close captions
The bastard, the co-captain, turned tyrant - supreme leader
The violent, the key piece to the fire I keep feeding
The livest elite being, inspired by teams leaving
I’ll keep competing if I’m the last beast breathing
I’ll smack each heathen and stomp non-believers
In the parlance, your all talk - I’m a dog off it’s leash it’s
Egregious, the Balrog, an elite demon
I’ll leave crime scenes in need of a deep cleaning
Bleach and plastic sheets, so massive - a masterpiece
The magic of tragedy when a savage is back to feast
The catastrophe, still baffling haggard, hapless police
A feind for villainy, let the killing spree be unleashed!
Hook:
I’m on a killing spree, line ‘em up for the guilitine
Time is up, I am what defines the height of villany
“The insane man, who strikes back …”
I’m on a killing spree, line ‘em up for the guilitine
Time is up, I am what defines the height of villany
“You searching for signs of the end, well I am that… “
“Slice that cat!”
Verse 2: Kae G The Original Seed
It’s peak season for murder and meat cleaving
I delete beef, concise - sliced in three pieces
On ice in deep freezers, no type for peacekeeping
I bite, my teeth sink in, incisors - you keep bleeding
My vice I keep drinking, don’t hide it but need Jesus
The Heisman for deep liaisons, violence, and bleak feelings
Survival, just keep breathing, no Bible - Who needs reading?
I’m liable to reach legions, inspired by Bobby Heenan
The hypest in key regions, like Del and Dobalina
The hell that I believe in is cells when caught illegal
Intel, they got you mijo, the feds got rotten egos
Incels with mas pequeno evidence and call it RICO
I’m Vigo, the Carpathian - advocate for tragic shit
Immaculate, Savages - Diccapate the magistrate
Evucaute the Vatican, havoc and Mass cadavers it’s
A Black Sabbath … Mikey and Mallory, feel the passion!
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Savage Souls Charleston, South Carolina
Savage Souls continues a long running, and seemingly forgotten, tradition of lyrically driven, sample based Hip
Hop.
Kae G The Original Seed and Dj Icarus brings a sound, both fresh and yet incredibly familiar to dyed in the wool Hip Hop fans.
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