Dialectix - Ka Tribute (Reupload)

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Originally Uploaded 10/29/24 - fixed minor vocal issues

Lyrics

every mention you had
crafted with intention
with that wordsmiths intervention
I remember writing to you that one time


thanking you
for what you do
I noticed the scripted perfection
where you laced elegant lessons
I told you that I'll buy more albums
when funds would be in reach

to keep in my possession

you sent the rest of the catalog

you sent it out to me for free
there was an honorable code encoded
in your G, guiding decisions
a stand up nigga with a mission
a code you wouldn't seem to breach
when I copped Grief Pedigree
now the grief is setting see,
the underground in disbelief
you kidding me
you spoke for the common people B
and the commonly
who up in the streets
who found other ways to eat
throughout difficulties
Brownsville bred
where so many brothers bleed
where sanity loses its head
where our sisters are young mothers
that get used to losing seeds

our hoods are known
for deterring dreams
and breaking many homes
and replacing them with screams

police regiments deployed
you would whisper
in a world of so much noise



your pens stroke
so deadlly, it
provoked the imagery
of those lividly
and the average
who've been damaged
by the ghettos hustler creed
doing some terrible deeds
now they live in infamy
damn, this one hit differently
you filled the void
of what was missing
reaching those who may be slippin'
but could change if they had listened


providing good food for the soul

denesly packed with mad nutrition

every album was a course

fulla lessions
and deliciou

I saw your people post your passing
as I was scrolling pass
why capitalist devils get be
but the good they go so often
i cant believe a god exists
with stand up niggaz in a coffin

its like a charicature of existence
life itself seems like a token
we gotta cherish ever moment fulla joy
and build resistance
in a world that's fulla noise



I'm reminiscing
Its 1 am and I'm
coming home from work

your vinyl spinning
A glass of wine that's in my hand
once a week for many weeks
heard the stories you would weave
in allegories of the gory
you would tell it like it is
wuth the tales of pain and glory
mixed emotions we all lived
its the life for us ghetto kids
you would talk it over beats
I wish that I could spit like this




hearing all of which you have written
see, we're of the same conditions
poverty stricken
had descriptions of
the complex contradictions woven
through exquisite lyrics
the sages vision
delivered in whispers
in a world of screams
with dreams deferred
we would decipher your words
like a sheepard in herds
the gutters poetic inscriptions
vessels of sorry remorse and hope
negatives turned positive
not limited to the vision
of the barrels scope
on the metals the ghettos tote
fighting fires
you battled smoke