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Stars (feat. Whosane and Pataphysics)

from Malcolm After Mecca by SO.Crates

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lyrics

Whosane: Tomorrow ain’t promised to no one. We all go back to the stars.

So magnificent, all powerful, all innocence
All life imprinted with
Luminous flowers bloom for the universe
Call it love, Call it RA, watchy wa
Don’t know much still I search for who I are
Shed my light, if it stretch that far
The idea of it enough we don’t covet the start
Know of the ends, finding our peace in its parts
Born in the east, die in the west,
Dip into the under to conquer death
Valley of the kings we ain’t conquered yet
Writings on the wall we the hieroglyphs
Generations spent charting the locations
Measuring the movements distant motivation
Mostly us will watch in disbelief
As the light give way to night so deep
The eye of Ayler, shine like a black fire
Shell toes for the centipede, you better act like you
Merged with the mica, Major murderer made life with your minor
Message your Messiah

Bizarre How we went from
Endless combustion to carbon dust then
To tapes and Teddy Ruxpin
Caught your sister while she cutting
Nothings for nothing
But nothings from nothing
Best believe that you from something
Best believe that you done something
Second pillar of Buddha
Or cheese with the gouda
Choice is yours use your medulla

Life long loser of energy
A particle beamed into infinity
Collapse cross streams and entropy
Multiply the states of serenity
Breath it scent of a new day
-the-universe old, plenty of assholes
half told, black holes, reaching for black gold
Half loved half hated mind blowed
Have a heart spare half a beat for the unknown
The other half caught in the undertow of my thunder dome
To each his own, eat the throne
Scratch the surface, ain’t no place for perfect, don’t die alone
Don’t take-away-just make-a way for my peace
Laid in the cut, with gold in the crease.
Baby hair grease
Find time to align with my tribe, so unique
Through famine of feast putting grills on the streets
Feel free, to speak to the west, or smoke to the east
Northern star, southern breeze, we got a spirit for each
James on a peach, a rosary and gold teeth
[Shining], perfect alignment,[shining]
Observe the environment [shining]
Study the masters dig deeper
Hunter gather the odd meters
No measure, no matter either
that pure ether

Born in the east, die in the west,
Dip into the under to conquer death
Valley of the kings we ain’t conquered yet
Writings on the wall we the hieroglyphs

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from Malcolm After Mecca, released April 8, 2022

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SO.Crates Footscray, Australia

"Australian" hip-hop/neo soul duo SO.Crates are a boom-bap prayer sent live and direct from the heart of two of the culture’s most committed students.

With a legacy built on releasing a steady flow of cold-crush records and delivering uplifting live performances to the party people, SO.Crates prove that hip-hop’s golden era is not a lost date in time, but a foundational state of mind.
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