CcC/VILE from Reparations by Naakz

CcC:

Calloused cold and clammy
No circulation

Bold ballads
No congratulations

Crunch numbers
Cut the calculation

Tend to us like flowers
Quit the propagation

Propaganda planted in the soil
Where's the fruit
Nuk the wai
Mr miller said it
What's the use

Analogous data sets
Proved unfaithful

Who knows best

(debatable)

Running in circles
Heat refunded out the heart
Violet or purple
Blue or red on pie charts
Fine arts
High art
All money
BULLSHIT
Inspiration homegrown
Cry wolf
In sheep skin

Accountability is dead
Time to grieve
Pātai for tāhae’s
How’s it feel to be a thief?
Hippies stealing culture like a vulture
Pick the carcass
Splatter blood 'cross ur art
The grave a canvas

Bad-willed bandits
Brandishing madness
Bring quill to the paper
Ink can be ur blackness
Compensate for culture
Yet u can’t put up a fight
Māori been here since before the first light

The first ship landed
Second ship branded
Third ship ran shit into the ground

Go to school
Taste the whip
Reverse ur frown
Serve the crown
Duck ur head brother better bow on down

Head is in the soil
Mokomokai

Fresh out the umu
My brain steam-fried

Chief in a glass frame
Collected and displayed

Praying on their downfall
May my enemies be dismayed

VILE:

'Ddicted to the same things
Money sex and power
Bringing me the ashtray
Rolling every hour
Sour face sprayed with mace
Looking for forgiveness
Speak the truth
Pledge to me
Be a good witness
Constellations begging me
To decompress my sickness
Little things important
Save the big stuff for xmas
Making what u love
Or do you compensate for listeners
Do ur triplet flow
Cuz that ain’t any of my business

Music is my love
I find it hard to share
Care less about curvaceous figures
In the form of a pear
Melodies and harmonies
Provoke a thousand-yard stare
Catch me in my coffin
Nosferatu
Dank lair
It ain’t fair
Give a fuck about the clubs
It’s all fickle
Spend a hundred bucks
I’m tryna save up every nickel
I’m tryna save up every nickel

No clean up
Let it dry on the thighs
Panting heavily as I stare in ur eyes

VILE

Curve my fingers when I go inside ya
know the spot u chill
Yea
I know where to find ya

Tap the keys, string the g
It’s a synonym
Mother Music
My divine feminine
Its benign
Brother
Read between the lines
Work don’t get done in the studio till around about 9

All black dressed in the back of the Volkswagen
(i dont even own a car right now)

smoke x9

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Indigenous Peoples
• abstract hip-hop
• conscious hip-hop
• experimental hip-hop
• maori
• Wellington