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Absence

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  • Label: Ipecac Recordings
  • Release: 08 Feb, 2005
  • Catalog No: IPC-56
  • Distorted Prose

    • Lyrics

      1. Broke stride as last of men realized their deep deceit.
      This troubling advance of half-assed crews crowd these streets.
      Never mind of who I am, son, just listen when I speak
      Broken paragraphs hold wrath of a hundred million deep.
      Bleak circumstance led masses to only want to dance
      A bastard child of Reaganomics posed in a B-Boy stance
      Make our leaders play minstrel, Left with none to lead our people.
      How the fuck am I gonna shake your hand, when we never been seen as
      equals?
      Deemed evil by those housed in church steeples.
      False prophets read backwards from broken tablets to the feeble,
      I seen you!
      Regurgitate their lies.
      I'll bide my time with scrolls and ancient's wine.
      Heady brew left mark on this hazy scribe.
      If stars align I suppose even the blind will see,
      How they stole our last voice, corrupted culture into industry.

      Few minutes remain,
      A tame soul wanders wild when it dreams.
      Mine are filled with ill visions of soot and dope fiends.
      These slit wrists won't rest till I spill these last drops.
      Tarnished skin only sin when I awoke on sidewalk.

      2. Seen your movements through peripheral
      Remain same individual.
      When a man's viewed as criminal to act animal is logical.

      3. Audible tones honed to hold substance
      Form sentence
      Poor reluctant poet, speak prose
      Refuse to beg repentance

      4. Reluctant poet speak prose
      Incite our peoples
      We got raked through those coals
      Once the truth was divulged.

      5. Conscience calls thoughts subliminal
      Actions all cyclical
      Deplorable descendants of men depressed clinical.
      Answers seem visible when visionless
      Useless souls fold under pressure like hands pray to false Jesus.

      6. Inadequate adversaries advance awkwardly.
      Anger expressed outwardly
      Causes ranks to break amongst these frail MC's.

      7. Your fictional tales told with conviction.
      Concise concepts once written enter bloodstream
      since this inks been forbidden.

      8. Distorted poet, speak prose
      Incite our peoples
      We got raked over coals
      But our truth's still untold.

      9. Meaning lost to these zealots
      Prefer bullets to ballots
      Watch the rich sip from chalice
      As these eyes fill with malice
      Peasant hands remain callous
      as our days retain darkness
      I swallow razor blades to keep my vocal cords sharpened.

      10. Morbid mixture of mistrust and anger paints picture.
      Perception now blurred words slurred to form scripture.

      11. These sullen souls misinformed
      Storm gates of stronghold
      Strange fate that I chose
      Morbid poet speak prose.

      12. Tattered voices arose
      Red Blood written on scroll
      Escapes throat an ill flow
      For my violence atoned.
      Modest thoughts monotone
      Infant MC's play grown
      Found them hung in hallways
      from cords on microphones.

  • Asylum (Permanent Underclass)

    • Lyrics

      1. Adverse effect affect the 10% that might listen
      Welcome to the 21st neo-inquisition
      Bite your tongue hold you thoughts close to vest
      Better yet look for stars that they stitch reading "projects"
      Ironic, we never see ourselves as next prey
      What, now we equals cause we have a King's holiday?
      Coming storm here to stay
      They turned the noon sky heron gray
      Africans into slaves
      Say we free
      But if we speak like Malcolm X then they assassinate
      Fate of men on corporate memos
      Halos reserved for those who keep status quo
      Carry big stick but speak in low tones.

      Chorus:
      Truth festers under scab of lies
      We the permanent underclass don't act surprised.

      2. Denied access to true wealth
      We may have felt the death blow
      Again they stole our vocal chords and sold them to the devil
      We use to raise our fists now our leadership just settles
      Eyes off the ghettos
      Keep watching those space shuttles
      In midst of this madness it's madmen that win
      Even when we vote the opposite it all reverts to Regan
      Silly Christian pagans
      Still clutching myths dated back to ancient Babylon
      That might unravel dawn
      Misconstrued world view used to assault the misinformed kings
      That move and act like pawns
      Artist's conform and play minstrel
      Police State treats our young as criminals
      Why pray to Roman death symbols?

      chorus:
      Truth festers under scab of lies
      We the permanent underclass don't act surprised.

      3. Inner City streets still reek of our inner turmoil
      Killing melanined equates to X amount of oil
      They're telling tall tales to keep our eyes on foreign soil
      Hearing truth from poor lips makes their blue blood boil
      Play foil to false patriots
      Remind youth of '67's race riots
      When they learned to keep us quiet
      Consumers consuming
      Products we are now neither making or using
      It only gets more confusing
      30% of armed troops minorities
      Casualties directly impact Black and Latin families
      If freedom is what we are fighting for, they why'd they swindle Gore?
      Imprison most our men and never really outlaw lynching?
      The rich get tax breaks, so they are stealing from the pensions of the poor
      Who were lured to this land by ideas of better lives
      Or tightly packed onto slaveships who's origin historians forever rewrite
      Only goal to incite a mental riot
      Defiant of airwaves designed to Tailor how I act
      I drop the fists and guns and use this tongue to combat.

  • Culture for Dollars

    • Lyrics

      1. Written word held weight
      Now honor at best recessive trait
      The sound and shape to come succumbed to Malignant maelstrom
      Malformed mentals stained expected outcome
      And not to be outdone
      Some speak in half phrases
      No definition to brush strokes already out of phase with these statements
      Raise children off pavement...
      Pulse on frauds hasten
      When confronted with styles from gutter basements
      Set to build like Freemasons, on three angles
      All I see are Minstrel MC's on these channels
      Perceived battles only held to sell albums
      Propagate stereotypes that bleed out us
      Our own doubt us
      But I remain devout scholar of skills of forefathers
      Ignorance was forced on us
      Define honest, if we all breath diseased lies
      Define the MC if all he spits are weak lines.

      pre chorus:
      Who trades his culture for dollars?
      The fool or the scholar?
      Griot? Poet? Or White collared?

      chorus:
      If my written word's slurs
      Then my speech correct
      Keep my meaning inferred to test your intellect
      If you remember HipHop nigga 'nuff respect
      Deadverse spoken with broken dälek

      2. Spoken word held meaning
      Hostile acts provoked
      Formed metaphors
      Created urban folklore
      Never meant for these upper echelon aurals
      That bought and stripped morals
      From art that's gift for us
      At heart I'm strict purist
      Spit thoughts for poorest
      5'6" Honduran sights set on own ruin
      Rugged cadence meant to capture essence
      Ancestor's wrath festers under surface of uttered sentence.

      Pre chorus:
      Who trades his culture for dollars?
      The fool or the scholar?
      Griot? Poet? Or White collared?

      chorus:
      If my written word's slurs
      Then my speech correct
      Keep my meaning inferred to test your intellect
      If you remember HipHop nigga 'nuff respect
      Deadverse spoken with broken dälek

  • Absence

  • A Beast Caged

    • Lyrics

      1. Rusted irons trap mental, thought's essential
      Mask meticulous movement towards central
      Sip from holy grail to breath eternal, but time's concurrent
      Displace visual with iller words, I'm slurring
      Inferred meaning missed target, Minute margins
      Make the most hardened crumble when they're forced silent
      Our only virtue left is pure violence
      Remain defiant
      Incarcerated souls sold to build empires
      I grow tired of tyrants passed as presidents
      Evidence to theft swept under oval carpet
      As inmates and children kept starving
      True criminals walk free with presidential pardons.

      2. Somber note takes hold of optimistic
      Mind that tongue they surveillance visits
      Nostalgic visions bring us back to days of backspins
      When trivial infractions got your jaw fractured
      Shattered lineage from land of US sanctions
      Indebted servants to democracy
      Feed their families with mere pennies
      There's that truth you seek...
      Knew you wasn't ready
      Implications too heavy
      The stickup kids I fear wear three-piece suits
      Subdued murders lose their meaning when you stand accused
      Most my people was born with their necks in noose
      So now I wander own streets verses packed in twos

      3. Some succumb to pressure
      Resort to drastic measures
      Modern slavery sanctifies corporate greed
      Economies solely based on prison industries
      Becomes reality
      Dilutes humanity
      Our common enemy has long since won
      Paint melanined as monsters for years to come
      Brushstrokes evoke sage in this heathen MC
      A beast caged in the heart of the city

      4. This beast caged in the heart of the city
      Circumvents common speech
      Gutter tongue kept filthy
      Histories passed in handshakes
      Wisdom achieved
      Victory's always fleeting for these pseudo MC's
      Trapped by narrow minds
      Eyes blinded
      Political prisoners terrorized in confinement
      Confirms what we learned of US police state
      Asphyxiate the people they claim to liberate
      While you debate Democrat Republican...
      They ran the game on poor again
      Latins and Africans
      Chained at wrists and ankles
      Create profits for world bankers
      This heart filled with rancor
      Resurrected by this modern Rome
      Where hate's condoned
      Inherent anger strangles what night has shone
      Found shelter when conscienceness faltered
      We've all been offered as Abraham's son on ruined alter.

  • Koner

  • In Midst of Struggle

    • Lyrics

      1. In midst of struggle
      No movement's subtle
      Rely on skilled verbals since none stand eternal
      Learned men lose gnosis
      Life taken in small doses only lasts equivalent
      Attempts discordant
      Irreverent exploits resonate blatant
      At core, every last statement is ancient
      Adjacent actions lack passion
      Those easily distracted attract wrath of real factions
      Granted breath, so there's your precious gift
      Your half-assed attempts landed you in ill predicaments
      Indicative of lost wisdom, gained fear
      Affected speech and handshakes insincere
      Seen through that fraudulent folklore
      Frail orators narrate own demise with reverb drenched rhymes
      As uncivilized eyes focus on torn moral fabric
      Deaf ears fall tuned to static
      Like suicide my whisper is tragic
      Emphatic applause at minor loss left none to rest on Sabbath.

      chorus:
      You take sword and I'll take mic
      Words spark revolution at man's twilight
      Words granite
      Mic flow erratic
      These lyrics from gutter Bricks
      Lift mist from mind's stagnant

      2. Severed windpipes often cause empires to fall
      Calm as angel they'd announce heir to bludgeoned throne
      Violent seeds constantly resown
      Arsenic laced climate awaits spark to implode
      Floodlights shone into tired eyes since youth
      Poems honed now retaliate with truth
      I seen gods lose honor with each word they chose
      Diluted prose formed phrase in three notes
      Concealed hope only provokes primal act of called savage
      While they sold postcards of hangings
      Acts of your Forefathers damning
      Got nerve to call darker damaged
      When pale skin brought anguish
      Made every gun that we brandish
      Stole history, culture, music, and all language
      Sense panic when brown skin dare speak of sins that all happened
      Mad we ain't dancing???
      Minimal advancement won't make me passive
      Lucid lyricist disciplined like assassin.

      chorus:
      You take sword and I'll take mic
      Words spark revolution at man's twilight
      Words granite
      Mic flow erratic
      These lyrics from gutter Bricks
      Lift mist from mind's stagnant

  • Eyes to Form Shadows

    • Lyrics

      1. I sense this social order in decline
      Our people's been assassinated by our own blind
      Balance bullets off last vertebrae
      yo gunshots and lyrics if well aimed will reverberate
      There's no escape
      Your false Jesus promised lies
      I'm... serenaded by sincere tears often
      The honest only work to afford wooden coffins
      Done talking cause it's speech that allows for deceit
      This d‰lek I speak is forever bred in basements
      Complacent eyes are the only witness to my changes
      Abrasive words slurred with obtuse thought
      Caught by the few who do watch
      But lost on these blocks.

      chorus:
      Breath below gravel
      Eyes to form shadows
      Despair always ample
      Structure's unraveled
      Breath below gravel
      Eyes to form shadows
      Head's nod
      But we still living shackled

      2. Ample time to sleep once this vein's collapse
      Clasp hands in vain attempt to prey upon victims
      Asked for incisions to sever chest from mind
      Designed from remnants of nightmares broke in sections
      Blessings can't save designated slaves
      Only answer that remains to subvert whole system
      All systems fail
      But it's patience that has failed
      As our patriarchy's jailed to provide veiled income
      None listen I speak with pierced larynx
      Addicts move in slow increments within granite
      Hands bound and damaged are weapons we brandish
      Deemed savage by masses
      When this anger's just average.

      chorus:
      Breath below gravel
      Eyes to form shadows
      Despair always ample
      Structure's unraveled
      Breath below gravel
      Eyes to form shadows
      Head's nod
      But we still living shackled

      Bridge:
      That pathetic premise of freedom is false
      Futility of earthly flesh answers death's solemn call
      Within these very words lie my ancestral tongue
      I kept breath within collapsed left lung
      As I witnessed modern tower of Babel come undone
      These bloodshot eyes surmise that most meaning is lost.

      3. Lost paradise rots
      Vacant lots breed riots
      Few men defiant as we tread 'mongst giants
      Filthy air of liar fills lung of young lions
      Pierced flesh of Mayan bleeds words on papyrus
      Desires blurred in tortured minds of the pious
      None stand as righteous when judged through this iris
      Skin marked by man's iron
      Weighted souls wake when well tired
      The unsuspected conspire
      Brunt smoke from pyre fills night's sky
      Should we attempt to walk on water since we all crucified?
      These questions denied
      Answers just lies
      Sanctify history from hands of blind scribes.

      chorus:
      Breath below gravel
      Eyes to form shadows
      Despair always ample
      Structure's unraveled
      Breath below gravel
      Eyes to form shadows
      Head's nod
      But we still living shackled

  • Ever Somber

    • Lyrics

      1. Terrain disfigured
      Pressure temple, tempt to tap trigger
      Must contend with this diseased mind and drown liver
      Cradle soul eternal type land of two rivers
      Considered quite embittered by whole corrupt system
      Bled fist in attempt when words weren't heard
      Never one to feel blessed beliefs are all blurred
      Breath in nocturne
      Tone ever somber
      Must be meant to wander
      Woeful soul won't get conquered
      Days none the calmer
      No wealth to squander
      My lower class stronger
      Can't suppress anger
      People can't handle
      Speak Eastern timbre
      Tongue fall like hammer
      On those who slander.

      Chorus:
      Success lasts for seconds
      Our future's forsaken (never found reason)
      Blatant lies of Bourgeois (never found meaning)
      Seeps into vacant (Found hatred and despair in breathing)
      Eyes out of focus
      Only see what they told us
      World of weight's on our shoulders

      2. Asymmetric hatred only feeds apathetic
      Volatile vocals turned thoughts kinetic
      Never knew your happiness could just be injected
      Belt to clenched jaw teeth hurt all infected
      Childhood resurrected
      With no mention
      We never add time just subtract from life sentence
      Why divide God in three sections?
      Some find Him uncut in glass vile son, no difference
      Frail existence, veiled world depicted
      By those still addicted to deities received intravenous
      Believers remove pure diction in attempts to deceive us
      The last of tacticians
      Acts of contrition lost in translation
      People lose patience
      With words that sound vacant
      Atrocities blatant by hands of forsaken
      The fortunate find core essence awakened.

      Chorus:
      Success lasts for seconds
      Our future's forsaken (never found reason)
      Blatant lies of Bourgeois (never found meaning)
      Seeps into vacant (Found hatred and despair in breathing)
      Eyes out of focus
      Only see what they told us
      World of weight's on our shoulders

  • Opiate the Masses

    • Lyrics

      1. Spit sacrilege
      Blasphemous breath remains accurate
      Context of text lost its core concepts
      Who speaks our truth?
      Convicts or prophets?
      Must maintain logic
      Who murdered Gnostics?
      Fevered mind's slip
      Vision off axis
      Knowledge kept backwards
      Through iris refracted
      Light formed of darkness
      Sacrifice offered
      Throat slit on author
      For teaching these paupers
      Falsehoods fostered force us to react
      Blind faith forms fanatical combat
      Speech figured deep as the learned adapt
      Papal armies poised for attack, well in fact...
      Your precious books written by hands of human
      This Christian Jihad will bleed the poor man
      Beliefs and ideas can't stand congruent
      Morality myths kept the common mind ruined.

      chorus:
      Opiate masses
      Knowledge kept backwards
      Religion organized gave rise to ill factors:
      Genocide from Genesis to last chapter
      Concealed the fact the man Jesus was Black(er)

      2. Manipulated mental
      Misguided myths
      You pray to crossed sticks and nails through each wrist
      Discard that true gift
      Truth still elusive
      Illusions used to strip strength from last human
      Past omen's looming
      Awake the dead
      Misread basic meaning, best left unsaid
      What sanity?
      Sift though soul hold to thread
      Did missionaries wield swords or break bread?
      Your holy books only increase bloodshed
      Those holy books only increase bloodshed
      From first moments they moved to subdue populous
      Pagan beliefs interweave to form doctrine
      Ironic when you speak of heresy
      These priests can't even see their own diseased fraternity
      So fuck that sour wine and stale wafer
      Your pale portrait of a hippie could never be my savior.

      chorus:
      Opiate masses
      Knowledge kept backwards
      Religion organized gave rise to ill factors:
      Genocide from Genesis to last chapter
      Concealed the fact the man Jesus was Black(er)

      Bridge:
      The role of religion in the domination and the destruction
      Of African civilization,
      Is so shameful...
      No matter how you look at it, the picture is negative
      Because all of them did more harm than good
      All of them made their God.... Ungodly.

      chorus:
      Opiate masses
      Knowledge kept backwards
      Religion organized gave rise to ill factors:
      Genocide from Genesis to last chapter
      Concealed the fact the man Jesus was Black(er)

dälek – Absence

Album Reviews

I’m at a bit of a loss as to how to describe Dälek’s third album without making it sound repetitive and boring, two things it most certainly isn’t. Whereas many modern hip-hop albums spill over with infectious beats and sci-fi sounds, and draw variety from a wide array of hired-in producers and guest spots, this does the opposite: It’s the product of just three guys– Dälek, Oktopus, and Still– and the entire record is built around essentially a couple of simple beats with slight yet important variations.

Dälek have a knack for taking basic elements and sculpting them differently every time, a controlled, deliberate attack designed for pinpoint destruction and insight. They can turn a sheet of blistering, white-hot skree into a convincing hook simply by attaching it to the right part of the beat and controlling the volume and density of the noise, allowing Dälek’s complex, considered rhymes to weave their way through the tangle. Here, the harsh, cavernous textures coating the songs are ostensibly all dissonant, droning walls of noise cut through with scratches and samples.

The templates of Dälek’s tracks are augmented by an incredible wealth of detail in both their beats and backdrops. Cascading flumes of gutter noise torment the edges of “Asylum (Permanent Underclass)”: They heave and bend, wavering in pitch and contorting into snatches of tortured melody. Close listening reveals that the squall is actually a tight cluster of dozens of drones, added and subtracted to mold the music into grit-teethed crescendos and dizzying passages of spiraling, exquisitely controlled chaos.

Dälek the MC spits head-spinning verses like “Who trades his culture for dollars/ The fool or the scholar/ Griot, poet, or white collar” (“Culture for Dollars”) and “Seen your movements through peripheral/ Remain same individual/ When a man’s viewed as criminal to act animal is logical” (“Distorted Prose”). There’s nary a nod to sex or personal enrichment, and in fact he opens the album by rapping, a cappela, “Broke stride as last of men realized their deep deceit/ This troubling advance of half-assed crews crowd these streets,” a broad and open indictment of what he seems to see as hip-hop straying from its early ideals.

In “Eyes to Form Shadows”, he speeds up his flow as melody is forcibly wrenched from queasy, metallic tones, before culminating with “Addicts move in slow increments within granite/ Hands bound and damaged are weapons we brandish/ Deemed savage by masses/ When this anger’s just average.” Dälek’s unsatisfied with nearly everything– and politics are no exception. On “Asylum”, he skewer administration arrogance and fear-mongering with clear-eyed and direct lyrics that avoid the tendency toward opaque abstraction that bogs down so much underground hip-hop.

Crunching along in an endlessly innovative fashion, Absence seems old-school in its simplicity, clarity and forthrightness, but sounds futuristic. And although the album is full of abstract noise and painstaking sound sculpture, the no-nonsense approach to beat-making and Dälek’s modest flow make this album more accessible than its presecessor, 2002’s From Filthy Tongue of Gods and Griots. That album had higher peaks than this one, but Absence is more consistently engaging– and another powerful statement from one of modern hip-hop’s greatest crews.

 

-Pitchfork 8.3

 

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