MORE POWER TO YOU.

by RA SCION X THEORY HAZIT

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released December 21, 2016

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lyrics by RA Scion
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RA Scion Seattle, Washington

RA Scion has been writing, recording + performing since the '90s, most notably as 1/2 of Common Market.
"There is a restlessness in RA Scion, a desire to move outside of usual or secure boundaries. From rural Kentucky to as far afield as Zambia & Greece, he's spent his life reinventing himself and his task in the world. His answers are never easy ones.” – Victoria Farr Brown, Historian and Writer ... more

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Track Name: 02. THE NEW AZUSA ST. REVIVAL
..Chrome thirty-eight in the bread box
Seven shots in case I need ‘em
And not because I think that that’s the only path to freedom
But wrath and righteousness are ideas that I believe in
I been applyin’ discipline to practice all season
So when the spring arrive I’ll be alive to see the liars tried for
Treason in the highest degree; that’ll be the time
We find the lion asleep, and tonight - the chief is dyin’.
My people formed a line a street, readin’ the riot act
Beautiful irony, finally seized the right back
Peacefully assembled; iconography, the symbol
Insight to violence; a knife is deep inside the giant’s back
Scion o’ Ra – the ensign of a pariah
Organize entire communities of outliers to
Rise, just high enough to tie a rope around the spire
Collective reclamation of soul from the proprietor
Stolen rivers of gold built an evil empire
No stream of economics, chokehold grown tighter
My advisor wrote the guidance in code; I know the cipher’s
Unbroken – it spoke and said to “set the wall afire”
Fall out – surround the fortress in this warrior’s attire
The carriers of torches for the lighting of the pyre
Put the flame to white flag hanging from the wire
Cue the hallelujah chorus by the angels in the choir

Rounds sang out the ‘canon’ – loud bangin’ out the operational base
The opposition’s raising the stakes
With the rates and the fees that get paid to police
These cops only serve to protect palatial estates
They say if you wanna cook you gotta break a few plates
Shattered my share of platters at a youthful age
The sous chef use pepper to spray the toupee
Recipe came straight from a book with two pages
Aye, look – I ain’t gotta prove nothing to nobody
I ain’t never represented the academic embodiment
Been admonished by scholarly types who memorized
The manifesto, but never broke bread with a communist, stop
With all the posturing, it’s time to either shit or get
Off the pot – flock fled the rooftop when it clicked
It’s one dead, six apostles shot
Yeah, we comin’ for the heads with the gospel chop

REFRAIN:
Peter ring them bells
Tell David get the harp and play that thing like hell
Sound the warning; the herald of the horn of Gabriel
On the day of great awakening, we gon’ break that spell

CHORUS:
Lord, I keep SO busy..
So busy servin’ The Master, ain’t got time to die
When I’m givin everything to get by
Live and survive for The Master – ain’t got time to die

VERSE 2:
.22 with the chrome lip..
Block’s hot - careful ‘fore your cone drip; road block
Clock stop; cop watch; pocket’s where the phone’s hid
Slick shot – we out in these streets, how you homesick
Duty calls; color flush, goosebumps, sweaty flesh
Vomit on his sweater like he Jimmy Smith, ready yet??
Lost self; lost cause; soft bet
I would wager they ain’t educated on the process…
Hold tight – get a read on ‘em…
Body language speak volumes, loud
Pump it, son was runnin’ jewels for my cousin
I was plugged in, I just didn’t love it enough
My buttercup overrunneth; spill the wine ‘til it’s swollen stomachs
Elite surrounded by groundskeepers and gopher hunters
Explosive in the hole – blow the cover
Sly Stone’s ‘Hot Motherfuckin Fun In The Summer’ (COME ON!)

REFRAIN:
Peter ring them bells
Tell David get the harp and play that thing like hell
Sound the warning; the herald of the horn of Gabriel
On the day of great awakening, we gon’ break that spell

CHORUS:
Lord, I keep SO busy..
So busy servin’ The Master, ain’t got time to die
When I’m givin everything to get by
Live and survive for The Master – ain’t got time to die
Track Name: 04. LIVE AT NEUMENON THEATRE
Fly me toward the light, out the dark – start the odyssey
Each of us and all o’ we are creatures of mythology
Pomp on the concourse, flood us with the flattery
We ain’t come for love, just a passion for the pageantry
So prop it up (and let the light wash over)
… I gotta start with proper acknowledgement
Of what the problem is and how I played a part in it, a
Pawn in the game of the preservation of partisanship
An artist mistaking what martyrdom is; I thought the
Promises of prophets ain’t break, but we forsaken
Fatherless kids, who fought against the guardianship
Brothers charged with keepin’ watch over their kindred
This system lend no assistance when liftin’ ‘em out this bottomless pit
I let the beast leave its mark on my wrist to tell the story
Long may it live; morals get lost in too much talkin’
Let the silence do the sparkin’ – start and activate the
Conversation, we trynna make some remarkable shit
It takes patience when awaiting the assignment
Slow to break an overstimulated environment
Drop gear, sink beneath the sheen of the veneer
Get the frequencies in order ‘fore it’s time to reappear
Fresh out the tomb – tuned into the grooviest of channels
Entrenched, tight quarters; go light, and mind your manners
Mull over your final answer, take a chance and risk it all
What a man know of stability until he slip and fall?
I can’t call it, who needs another Charlatan to posit?
Staunch in my belief and I don’t waiver on the topic
I’m alone in my department and I manage my division
A haj of al-Shahaddah, that’s a man that’s on a mission
It’s millions upon millions who never made it to Mecca
I ain’t never been to Brooklyn to settle this vendetta, and I
Never been to war, but I know I’m ready for death, I…
Hope I do better in my future endeavors (best of luck)
For the moment I’m stuck; 9 to 5
Trynna make the most of it, see the omens and the signs
Keep the focus on the prize; meet the road with open eyes
Learn to lean into the curve, take inertia by surprise
No room for smoke and mirrors; new tricks and old lies
Made peace with my creator; state of nature, broken ties
I sailed away to get back; centered ‘round the syntax
Images captured by the lens of a Pentax
Pinned up every centerfold to feature Spinderella
How my mic sound? Shit, I ain’t even gotta tell ya
Dwellers of the cellar, we surface whenever we’re summoned
Yellin’ “ring the alarm” but help is never comin’
We currently under a state of emergency; mercifully look upon us
We human after all, so honest to god it’s
All I can do to keep from killin’ shit; usin’ music to
Build a guerilla youth movement outta militants
Given the givens, it’s irresponsible to keep pretendin’
That get it how you live it’s a legitimate

Philosophic position (it isn’t); stop and listen
We lockin’ em in these prisons without a pot to piss in, now
How we gon’ give ‘em ignorant advice and not admit it?
Not even try and fix; not even by omission
Nominally exquisite – the prophecy is written:
They’re not naughty by disposition, they’re godly by definition.
Uh, fuck whoever tellin’ em different
Television full of shit and sell whatever the symptom’s
Callin’ for; redemption, all aboard the engine
Lord willin, we inchin’ toward the fourth dimension
Set adrift on memory bliss, we reminiscing
And it’s only been a minute since The Prince went missin
So the once and future king is left to carry on tradition
Celebration of the ascension...

Fly me toward the light, out the dark – start the odyssey
Each of us and all o’ we are creatures of mythology
Pomp on the concourse, flood us with the flattery
We ain’t come for love, just a passion for the pageantry
So prop it up (and let the light wash over)
Track Name: 06. BROADEN X BUILD [MIND POWER]
Vibrations.
Mind Power!
With the vibes… Vibrations.
That’s Mind Power!

I find it easier to express outrage
Ain’t never really outgrew my “burn shit down” phase
Maybe that’s the reason I been seein’ my fan base about-face
Go and form a bucket brigade to keep they house safe
Doubt plays a pivotal role; travel downstage
Cast of characters disparaging renowned names
Salivatin’ over salvation, whet the palette – wait!
Trynna find a way to make it without faith
Bounced on that counter-revolutionary caliphate
Wrest power from the state; rush the palace gate
The loner’s army never let the code of valor break
Artificial allies always comin’ around late
Occupiers trynna take a slice of pound cake
How Sway? Outright entitlement; nowadays
Weight crash parties; somebody smashed the palisade
DJ played the crowd fave – drowned ‘em in soundwaves
Bloated corpse float across the flood plains
Pay with chump change; mutts trained to hunt game
Bloody Sunday – same as any other day
Commonplace; ordinary; humdrum; mundane
Something strange comin’ thru the gray – will the son stay?
Not if the father ain’t familiar with gunplay
Shuffle up and deal the cards; suit called; trump hate
Serfs in the graveyard, refurbishing the love train..

CHORUS:
Scream and shout; blow the speakers out
Do you even know what you need out of a leader now?
The Tyrant’s in The Tower
And the only way to climb is with Mind Power!
Shriek and howl; make your people proud
Do you even remember how to let your feelings out?
Clap your hands a little louder,
Stand up and get free with that Mind Power!




BREAK/BRIDGE:
…When you forget the power of self
You give power to something else (gotta get that back)
Don’t forget to love yourself;
Aiyo they say forgiveness helps (Uh, we gotta)
Step back, take a deep breath – reset…
Balance out the negative and reconnect
Eat better; think deeper; get sleep and rest
My people still ain’t seen the best of me yet

And while the well-intentioned are racing to stick a safety pin in this
Shit – I do so little to alleviate the hemorrhaging
Let a bleeding heart; I wish you would put skin in this
Blood sport – defend the back court of black feminists
Block hard the blue-eyed “Blind Sided” supremacist
Blonde locks “died in the wool” – too many chemicals
I, too, been a hypocrite; no issue admitting it
My politics were literally liberal gibberish, I…
I took some time to sit and fix it, and I
Realized only my inabilities are limitless
Short in my capacity for subtle comprehension
It’s a blessing and a curse, the way the words spark tension, kid
Not to mention historical revisionists
Lies been agreed upon; each side duplicitous
Wide cleft leave a deep rift to split the difference
Spit the rally cry to pacify the malcontented now

CHORUS:
Scream and shout; blow the speakers out
Do you even know what you need out of a leader now?
The Tyrant’s in The Tower
And the only way to climb is with Mind Power!
Shriek and howl; make your people proud
Do you even remember how to let your feelings out?
Clap your hands a little louder,
Stand up and get free with that Mind Power!
Track Name: 08. GOING DOWN TO AFRICATOWN
…Fire breathe into a circle of dragons of grand stature
Plan of action – start circlin’ the wagons, fam
All black Cadillac caravan; swerve
Secret Service murdered by the High Sierra Clan
Standoff – ranch hands prance around the promenade
Way to make a statement to the agents of the oligarchs
Kill em all – god’ll sort ‘em out if he’s real at all
I don’t see no difference in the pitiless and pitiful, I
Sipped spirits out the cup in the Upper Room
Suffer us this supper – death is coming soon
Underneath the blood moon, runners of the race are facin’ sudden doom
Certain, too – payment for a wasted life of servitude
Bird’s view – eagle eye been peepin’ from the Pine Ridge
Site of line – history of thievery is timeless
These terrain raiders was pavin’ the way for neighborhoods
Traders indebted to The Natives never made good
Traitorous – pray that their betrayal’s met with rectitude
Or step into a set of boots and choose a more direct route to
Execute the retribution of the wolf pack…
Collect the restitution, that’s a full sack
Bag of black wool fetch loot; value. How feudal.
Suits never view investment in the destitute as
Necessary; carried over attitude – predecessors
Buried in the back, holler: Black Lives Matter ain’t a platitude
The crew already knew just how the savage do
True to form – officers don’t always don a uniform
And if it’s one amongst ‘em full of honor, that’s a unicorn
Overseers drawn upon the wall in written cuneiform
More than just a mode of productivity and means,
The ownership of another human being is positively
Obscene - this market economy’s obsolete
It’s not fair, not free; regressive; oppressive
And if the oldest profession is sexin’, well then the second is
Protection of property and possession; where my fuckin’
Abolitionists? Stand up and be counted as a witness
To an act of civil disobedience against excessive use of
Force and yes of course continuous abuse of privilege
The catalyst is radical resistance.
Aiyo we livin’ where the sidewalk’s littered with Swisher wrappers
And trigger-happy police hiss and slither past ya
Venom in the clip and they itchin’ to spit it at ya
Yo they say to kill a snake you gotta hit it with a hatchet
Chop the copperhead in half, it’s obvious we gotta cut some
Grass around this motherfucker, hack it with a bushwhacker…
[Attack of the axes of praxis]

Backstrokin’ in a pool of wealth; Black dollar build a school house
Reinvest in education; Elitist legislation trynna rule it out
Communal ownership of assets; Congratulations to the graduates
Way to act, some ain’t seen the forest for the paper stack
What are we really willing to give for the kids in the big payback?

Backstrokin’ in a pool of wealth; Take your dollar, build a new house
Invest in real estate development; Them dudes in them Ubers trynna move us out
Shared ownership of assets; Pavin’ avenues of access
Way to act, some ain’t seen the forest for the paper stack
What are we really willing to give for the kids in the big payback?
Track Name: 09. PED-X-ING [LOOK BOTH WAYS]
Divide, polarize – minus and plus, it’s
Both sides rushing for gold – who got the Midas touch though?
This game is cutthroat, pro – go with the gusto
No one out the inner circle comin’ close
Toke the powder, blow the gun smoke – stronghold
Steelworkers labored long enough to suffer sunstroke
Son been in the field since the summer broke
Some are sleep, some are WOKE – carry on the marathon of running jokes
Double-dutchin’ puffin’ papers made of HuffPo pieces
Appreciate the slow burn, it’s so much needed
Govern the speed of thought and keep the filter feeded
And if you scroll upon the real OG, I’d kill to read it
Death’ll be here before long, that’s foregone fact
Those in warzones are more prone to see combat
Military police drone leave your piece blown back
How peoples under siege supposed to react, huh?

CHORUS:

Meet me in the middle amidst the blackness
Are you passive or active?
Tacit consent implied – time to put the study into practice
Get a grip, we gon’ shift the axis (on the count of one…)
Masses assembled in The Center
With a sixth sense of inner-vision; the intervention
What isn’t meant to last shall pass; collapse apropos
Grab a hold – pull until it’s back in our control

How you holdin’ up? Tough to show support with the structure cut
Creatures of comfort shuddered when the thunder struck
Columns on the coliseum crumble, see ‘em run amok
Chaotic choreography – Tucker’s touch
Tactile, tape around the tip of every digit keep me
Agile; dagger slippery from bleeding cash cows
Slit throat, limp body slump let the river flow
Crimson and clover for my kinfolk; dinner ready.
The sympathetic held the center steady
Semper Fi simplified – test the emissary
Symbolism represent the temporary – flag is in flames
Dragon’s breath is meant to be incendiary
Bury bones in the terra firma – degrade in deep graves
Plate tectonics reshape with every beat break
Fakes found face-down, pit of the fissure
Trace the geniture of political prisoners and – push.

- CHORUS -

Lethal weapons for the repossession
Legal basis for these reparations
Come up off the coffers offer compensation
For the offenses of false authorization
We redress the effects of colonialism
Phony religion, you sellin’ utopianism
Nope, boldly reject and tell ‘em to go to Gehenna
We slowly walkin’ the road to perdition holdin’ a pistol
I’m a sinner, really who isn’t? I seen it written in the scripture
Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden
It’s hard to believe that we aini’t a part of something phenomenal
Products of the provenance of Harlem, guardians of
Gotham, facilitate escape up outta Arkham
Trade garments, make your way in the gate it ain’t a problem
All it takes is a modern-day Robinhood to hollow out the Hollywood
Call ‘em to the carpet, Miley what’s good??
Roast cabbage in the crackpot
Burner turned beyond the furthest number, son the rack’s hot
Bake sale, takers form a line around the oven
They fetch a nickel for six, but for you a dime-a-dozen
Hustlin’ outta habit, they hardly even a hobbyist
Prophetic novelties lost upon the dishonest
It’s cute you’re callin’ me conscious, I am acutely aware
It’s universes for you with no parallel to compare, call it
Class separation, age of desegregation
Lack of representation, but the tax stay raisin’
And the code stay changing so the club stay exclusive
It’s true that money is power – pay to learn how to use it
It’s forty-five milli in the bloc – give or take
Organize, integrate – no insinuation of assimilation
Differences exist within the membership
Send in the census and emphasize the real significance…

CHORUS:

Meet me in the middle amidst the blackness
Are you passive or active?
Tacit consent implied – time to put the study into practice
Get a grip, we gon’ shift the axis (on the count of one…)
Masses assembled in The Center
With a sixth sense of inner-vision; the intervention
What isn’t meant to last shall pass; collapse apropos
Grab a hold – pull until it’s back in our control