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Lyrics to Red St. Ignorance

Red St. Ignorance

These cats don’t know how to say nothing but “give”
The ignorant cover their ears, the militant see with their fears
The children fight wars, they parents fight tears
The soldiers buy whores, their fathers buy beers for drowning their cares

It begins: The streets turn red and men dying
All because the powers that be commence lying
I predict scheming and bleeding and men crying
Give me wings for trying then tell me there’s no flying

I add the rhymes to the beat and target
And let fly the darts to the heartless
And let the sharks eat the carcass
Or whatever’s left after, end your laughter, so begins a new chapter

Unscripted rapture, slash ya, with the word razor flesh slasher
The star gazer third laser eye TEC blaster
Fate snatching, face basher, call me gate crasher
I think faster, death crafter, empty shells clatter

My touch destroys matter, blesses every form factor
Question every known fact or follow like a clone’s shadow
Here’s a message: Mankind cannot avoid battle
Learn your lessons, rosemary, rosary beads

Say your blessing, my mouth’s a weapon, spit many bars a second
Or mini bombs that blow up through your speakers when they land in
The sound of cannons, this rhymes a metaphor for challenge and inner balance

Civilize the mind, make the body savage
Fucking bastards, I write poems and make em classics
Y’all sour Vlasics, perm and shower cap kids
Heard ya’ll acting like drama actress I’m the director yelling “action!”

These cats don’t know how to say nothing but “give”
The ignorant cover their ears, the militant see with their fears
The children fight wars, they parents fight tears
The soldiers buy whores, their fathers buy beers for drowning their cares

Why rest? Roll up cess, relieve stress
This the Wild West, with beef comes guns and d-tecs
Conquest, release arms, ya wan test
Dead the conflict, in these palms I hold death

Your assignment: Take these bombs and these straps
Strap em to your ribcage arms and your back
Then run into a crowd, this note, repeat that
It reads “This a gift from God” then blow em with these steps

First, ignite the charge then wait for like three breaths
Next, brace for the shock by grabbing a bitch legs
Last but not least it don’t need to be said
But make peace with whatever you wish cause you dead

And that’s cause whatever I spit release shreds
That explode from my center at speeds that beat lead
I’ll never fold, I just bend with the wind like a tree branch
And dig roots that be deeper than under the sea depths

Revolver holstered on my side while I’m able to take breath
I’ll be ready for the demons that’s scheming to take cheds
Ready, willing, able to bring it to bloodshed
With the steady aim, the beam and the needing to bust heads

You not ready for the way that I script it and unshed
Steady rhythm from these lyrics I’m gifted enough said
Back to business, kill the witness then front like he not dead
With no evidence, no victim, no weapon and much bread

These cats don’t know how to say nothing but “give”
The ignorant cover their ears, the militant see with their fears
The children fight wars, they parents fight tears
The soldiers buy whores, their fathers buy beers for drowning their cares

You scream out your life when the thunder clap you
These are the times, black iron pipes spit medusas at you
Leave you petrified bleeding/breathing statue
Before the hammer blow crash down and shatter half you

Peer pressure turn a nigga bad apple quick to smack you
Quick to strap boots, quick to point the toast and quick to clap you
The lead flood your pores, a leaking tattoo
Cut loose all your living ties, nigga do you

If you fear an evident demise, cock it and shoot
Only cowards think to run and hide from tiny disputes
Rise up ghetto niggas rise, learning the truth
A little cheddar make you see the light but death is the proof

So, if you wanna ride gather your troops
Cause when I loose off and cauterize and leave you reduced
A little less than your former size, status minute
You get blessed with the 45 and checked with the tools

“Excuse me Mr. Barnes I think there’s holes in your shoes”
Why – “cause every time you kick it you be dropping these jewels”
What’s next when they got the law, money and goons
What’s left for us? Slums, drug money and booze

I guess in the end we all ignorant fools
So learn from the past and the predicates too
Read between the headlines the evening news
And don’t believe the hype keep carrying tools

Cause every time we lose a right they gain a few
And every time we get a slice they eating too
And every time you roll the dice or make you a move
Just remember you could lose your life so please think it through

About Red St. Ignorance

RedSt.Ignorance, like most of the tracks from DaEvolution was really just a recording experiment of mines. The idea was to take all of these really old verses that I had sitting around and lay them over beats that I make.

This song was going to be for a separate project called Bliss (as in, ignorance is) and would have been the title track along with the song GunSpeak. In the end I realized that it belonged right along with the other tracks from DaEvolution Mixtape.

Red St. Ignorance, the St. is for street, consists of three old verses that I wrote when I was much younger. The chorus is actually the first four bars of what the first verse originally was. I had previously recorded the second verse by itself as just a quick 16 bar track. And the third verse is also an old write up. It was short so I added a little to it to stretch it out. You can tell how quickly I did it as I repeat a lot of words in it.

I wanted to go back and re-record it, but in the end, I gotta say forget it and move on.

The lyrics were recorded on a slower industry beat, and I liked how that came out much better than this faster track. The name of this beat is “Slow and Fast” and I later used another iteration of it for an R&B song I was working on. If you ask me really, really nicely, I’ll let you hear me attempting to sing it :))

There is something in the mid to high range of this song that annoys the hell out of me, but I could never isolate it.

Red St. Ignorance is about condensing a lot of things into a lot of words. You can especially hear it in the first verse. I try to hit you with different images and concepts, probably too fast for each new one to sink in before the next one comes. It’s about the words, but there’s a lot of substance there as well.

I wanted to convey a sense of moving forward. Not like progression, but just that things happen and keep happening and we keep moving forward as people and perpetuate no real change.

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