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Speak Your Truth

by Tensei

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Aww main i ain’t dreamed Since when I drifted Lost my lookback Met the mission Lucid lingo I been below Broke and black sheep Contradicted Lose ya grip Confused a bit A stu a dent Reaching for the rudiment But Ain’t no mistakes in the cosmos Some folks just get bruised a bit And I did that And pre haps It be that The see napse Want my bones broke what is this Hold up Why is it so hard To grow up When it’s in yo heart To Glow up U didn’t get so far To slow up Don’t do that boy And I’m leaving Believing That I’m being In my season Hook But i been down Coulda been lost forever But im getting better Back up in the clouds, now x2 We don’t need you Aint no love for you out here You aint worth your dreams Times is gone One thing is clear Here in the dark space Aint no hope but take this fear You need some mo pain So you aint focused yo whole year You just older get smaller Down is up Errything is sideways I’m trying to crush you From the inside Where I can do what Ever my way You should forfeit Shut the doors up U can trust me Don’t believe you Life is hard luck Aint no short cuts Close the curtains We don’t need you I hear voices Give me choices It been too long That I made bad ones Im so true grit On my new shit Made my mind up im important Right direction No excuses Truth is power lies is useless I leave my ego Behind the back door To find a fair way To move me forward And I don’t know how But here I go now Forget the old me Cuz im the new him And he got big dreams A head of thick steam Ten toes in And full of focus Yeah And pre haps It be that I needed to see that You might get bones broke Bruised a bit But I’m leaving Believing That I’m being In my season Hook But i been down Coulda been lost forever But im getting better Back up in the clouds, now x2
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In a Daydream I’m floating through the clouds I don’t wanna come down On a sun beam Magic carpet ride Flying through the skies, so high You taught me how to fly To places in my mind I feel you all the time If we try, You and I, We can fly... So high Like a butterfly So High We could touch the sky In a Daydream I’m floating through the clouds I don’t wanna come down On a sun beam Magic carpet ride Flying through the skies, so high I’m so glad you found me I can feel you all around me I hear your voice in every sound Your rhythm hit the ground You are the morning dew You’re the sweetness of the fruit You’re the colours in the sky You taught me how to fly, so We could fall in love And live the life we were dreaming of
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Verse 1: Nike’s on my feet, baggy jeans/ Riding handlebars before I was teen/ Tryna keep it clean/ I prolly freaked it with my windbreaker/ Bucking on haters like Vin Baker/ Imitating entertainers/ With a taper that’s to die for/ Behind these locked doors, been contesting with lock jaw/ Wish I could speak my mind more/ Looking out the window, watching lawnmowers/ Finally get outside, my homies running 5 on 5 boy/ Pass the rock/ I shoot the ball like it’s the only time I’ll get to touch it/ I’m crossing over hit reverses, yeah we getting buckets/ They looking at me like I’m new to this/ I’m true to this, my J sick, I need some Sudafed, baby I’m too legit/ But on the same coin, homie up the block just got his brains blown/ Like James Bond, feel like we being raised wrong/ Trying to make the best out of humbling situations/ Ugh, exhibit patience, I witnessed my limitations. Chorus: The only one I trusted was the candy lady/ Myhomie just got popped we on the way to Grady/ They telling us his leg got to be amputated/ I’m thinking it’s because our skin is melanated/ Verse 2: The streets is flooded like Venice/ My Og just turned 16, got him a Civic/ I’m watching him hard/ Them girls jocking him, he dropping em off/ Driving a car was like the recipe to start a ménage/ Not that I knew it/ I was a student/ Mind wouldn’t polluted/ But I wish someday that I could it/ Started a movement with my homies on the back of the bus/ Like Usher Raymond, want it my way, is you bout it or what?/ We roasting folks about their clothes and shoes, fashion police, laughing at people for their broken rules/ Acting as if we had to show and prove/ But ain’t nobody on my block rich/ Never realizing my environment was toxic/ We planning and plotting/ Scrambling and jotting/ Diamonds on my neck in self portraits/ Now that I’m grown I see it similar to Clinton Portis/ We get extorted to be socially acceptable/ My missions to make my presence celestial, just let me go. Chorus: The only one I trusted was the candy lady/ Myhomie just got popped we on the way to Grady/ They telling us his leg got to be amputated/ I’m thinking it’s because our skin is melanated/
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Hook: It tastes like survival A little blood in the mouth A little salt on the wounds Wearing cool as a crown. Maybe Maybe we can fall in love Maybe Maybe we can fall in love 1st verse: With the narrative of who we are, The man in the mirror reflecting that image of God Who’s, got a complex to cure but cant find where to start, trying to model that depiction of a a real nigga Says its only natural to do cuz his pigment is dark. A self sabotaging thought if we pick it apart There’s an acceptance of a philosophical flaw, rappers tasked with depicting what black is on behalf of us all. Funny, but not like “Hawty haw haw” more like a monolithic applause to a cognitive scar We’re like gymnasts how we flip it, flip a sample , flip a key, flip that “N” word and channel that negative energy “Got cha” And all it takes to open up them chakras was to memorize so lyrics and identify as black in spirit Admit it it’s wack isn’t but its true. They like forget them 40acres ya’ all monopolizing cool, keep it. Hook: 2nd Verse: To clap for or clap at? That is the question. They make suggestions If you look to be aggressive or are unwilling to tap dance. Or irreverent for what the flag stands , Backlash Whipping pole backlash, nigga know your place. We’re talking higher learning. Observe what they’ve been serving on our plates. Toxic ideologies embraced now the world has a taste for a flavor they have pinned on our race. Hood? Neighbors been erased. Now the climate they produced for the space we inhabit is the base Off the culture they co-create, so they generating wealth off of slavery to date. See how these evil seeds sprout where our people is, believing being positive’s that White people ish I believe that we ain’t gotta take the scraps too busy trapping to see how we been trapped, demand our humanity back. Hook
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Speak Your Truth gathers an international group of rappers, singers and musicians committed to ceaseless genre blending. There’s no braggadocio bars on this EP; instead, introspective and uplifting lyrics illustrate the often overlooked issues of everyday life. Heavily inspired by Golden Age Hip Hop, Deep House, improvisational Jazz and polite Funk, Tensei’s band recorded Speak Your Truth Live in studios across Canada and the midwest.

Tensei is the composer/producer/musician/beatmaker tandem of Chris Kramer & Midas Wells. Chicago based, they create eclectic compositions that fuse multiple styles through a Hip Hop lens. Speak Your Truth is a collection of collaborative works recorded over the last six months.

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released July 14, 2020

Produced: Tensei

Featured Artists: ADaD, Crl Crrll, Emily Steinwall, J Nolan, Ozay Moore.

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Tensei is the composer/producer/musician/beatmaker tandem of Chris Kramer and Midas Wells. Chicago based, they create eclectic compositions that fuse multiple styles through a hip hop lens. New Music via London Based Def Presse' coming soon!

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