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Greatest Spits volume 1: ( A Hip Hop Poet with soul)

by TONY B. CONSCIOUS

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God is in The Ghetto (diety Version) 07:25
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GOD IS IN THE GHETTO Yo, Yo Yo Yo Yo...God is in the ghetto !!! I said Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, The gods are in the ghetto !!! I stepped outside early this morning in the ghetto, walking down the block to the store Thinking as I’m looking at the living conditions, GOD must not live here anymore When sitting on the corner, with a blunt and a fourty, dirty as hell with bloodshot eyes Was the diety I’d been looking for, so I said “What up” and he said “I’m the MOST HIGH” So I said “Where have you been ? I’ve been praying, meditating and looking for you everywhere” “The preacher up the block claims the church is your crib” and he said “Nah cat, I don’t live up in there” “That’s where JESUS kicks it giving those seminars and running that big ol’ game” “On how to make a million dollars real quick, by franchising your name...” “But you can check out my fam, they’re everywhere, in every hood, any place you go...” For we be with the poor righteous teachers, not the pork chop preachers For the GODs stay in the ghetto Yo, Yo Yo Yo Yo...God is in the ghetto !!! I said Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, The gods are in the ghetto !!! So I went back to the lab, changed clothes and left my crib at about 10 Walked down to catch the bus on the corner, and saw that same ol cat THE MOST HIGH again He was getting roughed up by some reptillians Claiming he was loitering, panhandling and breaking the law When out of nowhere came ALLAH, trying to sell me a beanpie and a Final Call I had forgot I’d given all of my change to the MOST HIGH on the corner, And my dollars to JEHOVA this morning See, JEHOVA be knocking on your door at 6 o’ clock, the crack of dawn Trying to read you scriptures while you still sleepy and yawning So I’m walking with ALLAH, asking about MUHAMMAD, who got poisoned by the CIA in the ATL When I see this cat shining shoes in front of the mall, who was it ? No other than ISRAEL He said HERU was teaching Egyptian Yoga classes, And OSHUN was giving swimming lessons at the “Y” YAH had a raw health food store in Atlanta and in New York, KRISHNA got shot 41 times BUDDAH was a D.J. in Detroit, But was still selling that good ol’ “BUDDAH BLESS” While ATOM was a beatbox and PTAH an M.C., and yo his rhymes were mad fresh He could create shit just by his very words, and it would actually appear But the Masons were taxing fools for practicing spirituality And had the whole hood full of fear He said the ILLUMINATI were putting out tabloids about the MECHELZEDEKS And creating false rumors about the universal flow But that’s when I said “I’ll talk to you later yo, I‘ve gots more GODs to see in the ghetto...” Yo, Yo Yo Yo Yo...God is in the ghetto !!! I said Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, The gods are in the ghetto !!! So next I headed over to this goddess by the name CALIFA ‘s spot For, she be hooking up the tight ass briads and plats While her homegirl MEDUSA did twists and locks OGUN was in the building next door, hooking up the bomb jewlery and metal cuffs While JAH was sittin out front, listenin’ to Bob Marley, rollin’up a spliff And then he asked me did I want a puff I was like “I’m cool” and that’s when ISIS walked in, Personifying beauty,100% natural but with so much sass Talking about how she’s raising the peoples consciousness By giving a metapysical astrology class Down at IMHOTEPs healing center, right after the African drum and dance Taught by ASHE’ and YAHWE’, with RA providing the lighting when he gets the chance But I told her I couldn’t make it today, my schedule was full and by the time it was done I’d probably be at Club Kemet checking out KRIST Performing his classic hits “South Bronx” And “I’m Still #1” But that’s when LUCIFER rolled up in a fly ass Hummer on 20’s,bumpin’ “LIL JOHN” Saying BEEZLEBUB was throwing a playalistic, orgy type jam in Vegas And if I wanted to go, I needed to come on... And then who rolls up right after him ? some more REPTILLIANS on bikes Asking me for some I.D., and who I be So I said “Me, I’m just a P.O.E.T, out her looking for my G.O.D.s” And that’s when they gestured and pointed across the street, right towards the bank They said”If you want to find GOD, he’s in there all tied up, And you can get him in DOLLARS, PESOS and FRANKS And that’s when I woke up from my dream Completely drenched in sweat, thinking to myself, aw HELL NO Cause I guess I forgot, whether we like it or not, Money ‘s also another GOD in the ghetto... Yo, Yo Yo Yo Yo...God is in the ghetto !!! I said Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, The gods are in the ghetto !!! When you look at your people what do you see ? An enemy or a diety ? I know sometimes it’s hard to believe But everybody’s a reflection of the G.O.D
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SLAVE SONG (featuring Queen Sistah Charmain) 02:06
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SLAVE SONG From the days you brought me on ships To the days you beat me with whips When in the fields I worked all day long I sang and sang my slave songs From the time you finally let me free To the days I fought for this country Overseas in Germany and Vietnam I sang and sang my slave songs From the church pews both day and night To the marches and protests for Civil Rights I declared I ‘d keep movin’ on And I kept on singing my slave songs Though they’ve changed throughout the years As jazz, blues and gospel once told my fears But now it’s R&B and Rap ‘til the break o’dawn I continue to sing my slave songs
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Escape From L.A 06:29
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ESCAPE FROM L.A. I’M trying to escape, from this place where rape Is nothing more, than headline news on channel four And on channel five, BLAKs survive By telling jigaboo jokes, while the pseudo-semites soak in a trillion dollars they’ve made off the “tom” blackface parade And there is no shade, from bloodsuckers out to get paid At people of color’s expense, and my sistahs are so dense They give pussy to honkies once convinced REVOLUTION is a past tense... I’m trying to flee, this one season city Where the only thing not fake, is the damn earthquakes The firestorms the floods, cholos, crips and bloods Serial killers, dope dealers,computer hackers-n-car jackers I’m trying to vacate, this state where after eight Restaurants and stores, purposely close their doors And people say “If you break it, you buy it”, due to the riots Plus oil spills, mud slides, police brutality and drive-bys Freeway jams, credit card scams water shortages and over priced mortgages Where super immigration, unnecessary taxation And poor quality education all lead to crime wave inflammation Where due to my style and the O.J. trial I’m treated like dirt, and can’t rent a car from HERTZ Nor walk through the neighborhood, of BRENTWOOD Without being misunderstood if I happen to speak to a female peckerwood I must get away, from radio station that play formatted gangstah rap, that don’t amount to jack And D.J.’s who are blind, to request lines While superstars, need bodyguards Cause streetwalkers, hollywood stalkers And papparattzi, are like militant newfangled Nazis... I’ve got to say “adios”, to UNIVERSAL STUDIOS And MAGIC MOUNTAIN’s, contaminated drinking fountains KNOTTS BERRY FARM’s pseudo Indian -village charm And Disney land’s high cash demands All the Beverly hills over-priced meals the snobby attitudes from those intentionally rude Hollywood’s glamour ‘n glitz, that’s a bunch of Bullshit Gold diggers, house Niggah Lack of consciousness, tagger obnoxiousness Venice beach bums, bands on assault guns tourist amusements, paradise delusions chaos and confusion, all that I’m through wit’ Maybe I'll move somewhere nice and smooth like SEATTLE, the bay, or even further away To like FLORIDA, TAHITI or a place with artistic graffiti Such as NEW YORK, CHICAGO, or AFRICA, hell I don’t know It matters not today, which place I stay, It's o.k. As long as i can escape, From this hell hole called...L.A...
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Our World Is A Ghetto (poem) 02:37
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OUR WORLD IS A GHETTO AS I WALK DOWN THE STREET I SEE THE SITUATION THE PEOPLES FROM PYRAMIDS WERE PLACED ON PLANTATIONS AND THE PEOPLES FROM TEEPEES WERE RUSHED TO RESERVATIONS DISEASED, DISCRIMINATED AGAINST AND DISPOSED OF THROUGH STARVATION COUNTRIES WITH INDIGENOUS COLORFUL POPULATIONS HAVE BEEN RAPED AND ARE NOW CALLED THIRD WORLD NATIONS THE MOST INTELLECTUAL TRIBES THAT ONCE STARTED CIVILIZATIONS NOW STRUGGLED TO SURVIVE WITHOUT EVEN HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATIONS ITS QUITE A SHAME HOW CONNECTED WE USED TO BE THROUGH MEDITATION UNTIL RELIGION WAS FORCED UPON US AND WE WERE DEPRIVED OF OUR SPIRITUAL RELATIONS NATURE WAS ABANDONED AND FROM OUR OCCUPATION AS GUARDIANS OF THE PLANET WE TOOK A PERMANENT VACATION THIS IS WHY I CRY OUT OF PURE FRUSTRATION AS PEOPLE OF COLOR ‘ROUND THE WORLD LIVE IN DESPERATION SO MANY SAY I SHOULD JUST HAVE A LITTLE PATIENCE BUT AS I TRAVEL THE GLOBE I KNOW THERE’S NO TIME FOR HESITATION OUR WORLD IS BEING DESTROYED DUE TO LACK OF MOTIVATION WE ARE THE ORIGINALS SO IT’S TIME FOR CONCENTRATION REALIZE, OUR DEMISE WAS CAUSED BY OUTSIDE INFILTRATION WHICH IN MY INTERPRETATION IS WHY, DUE TO CAUCASIANS OUR WORLD IS A GHETTO...
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MORNING TENDERNESS feat. NAJEE 04:38
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MORNING TENDERNESS Have you ever woke up at dawn with no socks nor shoes Walked outside in the grass and felt the morning dew ? Heard the birds singing and wondered how and why They became so connected, and wished you too could fly ? Have you ever looked at the trees and saw the squirrels And wondered what it was like in their world Have you ever wished you could be anything else other than yourself Be connected with the planet in any other way than in this shell ? Have you ever wanted to be the air and just evaporate ? A glass of water and just evaporate ? Have you ever wanted to be the owl that just says “who” The groundhog, the tortoise or an eagle watching a beautiful view ? Have you ever felt like all this was a dream ? And it was melting away like ice cream? Have you ever wanted to be that morning warmth of the sun ? Or the morning chill breeze, shivering everyone ? Well, I’ve been all of these things, yet none of them I’ve experienced every one of these things, but only remember some of them I am nature, You are , we are... The MORNING TENDERNESS The morning tenderness is that which makes everything alright Transforming into day, what used to be night It’s what makes the whales, the sea shells Children with beach pails, sand and snails Doves and quails, tigers with long nails Elephants with trunks, skunks, and hell... Everything live well... It is the Cosmic Energies’ sail To enhance the land upon which we dwell Rainbows, moon beams and typhoons Wait for morning tenderness to come not a moment too soon Morning tenderness causes tears on my cheeks I have streaks and streaks and streaks Thinking about where we really came from and what we’ve become And how we’re so numb, to what’s really going on... Morning tenderness, Earth Mother just doing her thang The birds singing like they’ve never sang The trees upon which we used to hang, with necks rung Morning tenderness, the gentle drizzle of raindrops Grey skies, fire flies and the woodpecker’s constant “knock, knock “ Morning tenderness, the ancestors and CREATOR pleased Loving the seas, galaxies, the breeze and loving me And just being able to be...
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KEEP ON USING ME 06:43
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KEEP ON USIN’ ME I was taken from my habitat where I used to chill Brought to America against my will Made to do labor, treated like a slave Killed and mutilated when I wouldn’t behave Taught I was inferior, made to believe Knowledge and success I could never achieve Kept down kept out of the mainstream While always searchin’ for the “American Dream” So many times I tried to escape To protect my sistahs who you used to rape But I would always get caught when I tried to run Shot, beaten bad, burnt, bit and hung Branded like an animal, put in chains Fed the worst food time and time again Made to sleep in quarters too narrow and small And rise at dawn with no rest at all I built your plantations, I built your nice homes Planted your crops and your gardens all alone Made you look good in the New World While my sistah raised your little boys and girls Playin’ nanny while your woman sat on her fanny Thinkin’ evil thoughts about my granny When all I ever wanted was to be free So why, oh why, can’t you let me be ? 2 Let me explain to you Why I’m feelin’ black and blue You just keep on usin’ me Until you use me up... For this country, the one I helped build I worked in your house and in your field I worked in your factory and on your farm Took care of your cattle and built your barns I fought to free you from colonial oppression And in the civil war, I showed my aggression In a battle over me that I had to fight During slavery, both day and night Getting paid less, as a soldier Sleeping in places that were much colder I fought in every battle, even World War 1 Then came back to hatred when I was done I fought for you in World War 2 Loyal on our soil, standing proud and true Which is the reason I can’t understand Why I was considered three-fifths of a man I wanted to go home But you wouldn’t let me go Wanted equality, so you gave me “Jim Crow” Wanted Education and the right to vote So here you come in your sheet with a gun and a rope Committing hateful crimes, shouting profanity All in the name of God and Christianity When all I ever wanted was to be free Yet to this day, You won’t let me be 3 You say we’re all the same Yet you keep on playing games You just keep on usin’ me Until you use me up Now in the nineties, things ain’t even changed You still continue to treat me the same Every time I speak out on how much you hate me You want to discredit or assassinate me You still got me fighting for Uncle Sam Yet at home you’ve got me starvin’ and don’t give a dam I continue to help you defeat your enemies In the name of freedom and democracy You pay me to give drugs to my people You bring them in the country and then call ME evil I seem to take the rap for all the bad you do A.I.D.S, unemployment, crack and crime too In my own neighborhood you use me to spy Be an “Uncle Tom” in the F.B.I While you make certain that my freedom doesn’t ring By beating down my brothers like Rodney King I’ve helped you everyday, every minute, every hour Made sure you became the “Number One Super Power” Helped you to control, coerce and create Yet you still deny me justice, still give me hate Why, oh why, must you be so cruel ? Must I always be made a fool ? When all I ever wanted was to be free So why, oh why, can’t you let me be ?
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Sistah, Sistah 04:02
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SISTAH, SISTAH Sistah, my sistah, what’s up with you ? The CREATOR knows you’ve got to be strong, with all that you’ve been through This world owes you alot, giving birth to the hue-man race Though some of your children oftentimes spit in your face And some of your children, even wish you were erased For, obviously they despise you and have forgotten their place It was you, the first motha, who gave birth to all the leaders The fighters, the bleeders, the liars and the cheaters The ones who wish to disgrace you and even exploit you The ones jealous of your power, who wish to destroy you Just like your sistah “Nature”, Damn, she’s been a good mother ! And the kings of Ethiopia and Egypt, the original man, your brotha See how they try to divide you, get inside you ? Confuse the whole world, enslave you and hide you ? They place your brothas in the jails and in the slums Plus make into a wasteland the sacred place you came from Sistah, my sistah, I feel what you feel Watching your brothas, your motha and your fatha killed Watching rape and miscegenation Change the faces of our nation Change the ideologies, create a bunch of fools Deceived, dishonored, disgusted and taught to disrespect you I know livin’ is hard, doin it on your own Raisin’ the nation’s strong and proud, with no fatha in the home But don’t turn on your brotha now For freedom or death is his vow And the world has a different plan A different agenda, when it comes to your man I know with alot of brothas, you can’t communicate But don’t give into you enemy, show love not self-hate Be that queen you’ve always been, be that motha of the universe Be that strong sistah, that lady of GOD And remember... you came first !!!
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Soulmate 05:24
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SOULMATE I came into this world all alone No clothes, no hair, no microphone No skills, no language, none of that Just crying and screaming on my back That’s a fact, but that was then and this is now And before my spirit throws in the towel While I’m here, in this shell, before it gets late I’d love to be accompanied by my soul mate Somewhere out there, she’s feeling it too Strong as can be, doing what she do College degrees but then again maybe not Lover of Soul, Rock and Hip Hop Not typical, she doesn’t blend in And is not really impressed by the latest trends Doesn’t have many friends, but has a few Cause she knows what god has put her here to do And she’s on her path, she’s good at math And if she doesn’t know something, she’s willing to ask The universe, to give her a sign So divine, one of a kind, that soulmate of mine... I’M LOOKING FOR MY SOUL MATE TO MAKE ME COMPLETE I’LL BE THE LYRICS AND SHE’LL BE THE BEAT... Now the feminine principle is the queen But my soulmate ain’t into bling, bling Yes she knows she deserves nice things But doesn’t rely on them from her king She’s abundant, cause of her consciousness And nobody else ever taught her this Sh’e appreciative of what the world has for her Knowing that somewhere, someone adores her Her hair is that of a natural type She’s secure with herself, no need for hype Independent woman, poetry in motion Loves to take walks on the beach at the ocean A tree hugger, and knows how to treat them Animals....she doesn’t eat them Humanitarian, no time to joke No time to smoke, and registered to vote See, I’ve been waiting for her and I, through destiny To finally be connected cause the best of me, The best of she, the rest would see, could only be S-O-U-L-M-A-T-Es I’M LOOKING FOR MY SOULMATE , TO MAKE ME COMPLETE I’LL BE THE LYRICS, AND SHE’LL BE THE BEAT... Now I know my soulmate really exists Cause i can’t be the only being who thinks like this Each and everyday we all get tested And each and everyperson is GOD manifested So i know myreflection is just as bright And i’m a mirror of the the mirror of the mirror of the light She is the day and i am the night She is the wind and I am the kite We are the ankh, we are the cross We represent eternity, but we’re still lost Looking for the other piece of the puzzle And me I’ve never been one to wear a muzzle So, she’s got to be my BLACK MADONNA With the femininity and style of RIANNA But not your average girl, Like INDIA IRIE A queen, like ERYKAH BADU and JILL SCOTT, real hot With a lil spice, like LIL’ KIM But like MISSY ELLIOT, looks good in ‘tims Ms. independent like BEYONCE’ And no drama, like MARY J, smooth like SADE’ She’s gotta wanna be down, like BRANDI With the Power and position of OPRAH WINFREY And we’ll be WILL & JADA, MICHELLE & BARACK Me and my soul mate, holding down the block... (I wont’ stop.......looking for my soul mate) I’M LOOKING FOR MY SOUL MATE TO MAKE ME COMPLETE I’LL BE THE LYRICS AND SHE’LL BE THE BEAT...
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THIS THING CALLED HIP HOP pt. 1 05:37
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This Thing Called Hip Hop pt. 2 06:26
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released January 1, 2015

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TONY B. CONSCIOUS Los Angeles, California

A renaissance man (Harlem Renaissance that is), TONY B. CONSCIOUS
is the personification of AFRICAN- AMERICAN culture.

He is (amongst other things) A B-BOY, BEATBOX,EMCEE, GRAFFITI/VISUAL ARTIST (known as “THE GHETTO VAN-GO”), Poet/ Spoken Word Artist, Vocalist, AUTHOR, ACTIVIST, VEGAN VEGETARIAN and PHILOSOPHER.

ALSO a member of THE UNIVERSAL ZULU NATION and THE TEMPLE OF HIP HOP. ... more

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