I disappear with my candlelit sticks and I’ve fixed all my crucifixes
My god won’t permit this, a primitive ability to diss them
Mama told me I was six then, a sick trend to seek beyond the earth and men
And all my pleasures need a metre just to measure them
I see clear with my eyes in the pen, and my ink good it inks so well and
I don’t think they care about, none of these are news that they could read about
Speak about, open mouth, Spielberg and I muscle jaws with that syntax
Orbiting around me with scope, there’s no telling I hope - intact
You can channel those thoughts to remember, last year we was fucking in December
I took your castle now you can surrender, and I always play for keeps I’m a contender
Comin home without any agenda
I'm comin' clean, comin' clean, comin' clean
I'm comin' clean, comin'
I am comin' clean, comin' clean, comin' clean
I'm comin' clean, comin' clean
For you
I could fold you like an envelope when I make my antidote
And I quote, that you said that I could be your lady
Always text at 2 AM cause I ain’t got your baby
Show me how to satisfy my cravings, maybe!
All we had in common was the eighties
Now we share our records and we’re smoking on a daily
The process is inherent to the way I left my theory
Interfering with another’s I just came here for my supper
Do I stutter? Brother, I couldn’t find myself a better lover – and I insist
That my blood’s your blood and that they call incest
When I look into your eyes and I can’t resist my thighs drip
Sentimentally a layered synth, been together ever since
Baby put me on the brink, I can see the depth you feel within me
I can see the depth you see within me when you see me comin'
And I’m comin’ for your honey
I'm comin' clean, comin' clean, comin' clean
I'm comin' clean, comin'
I am comin' clean, comin' clean, comin' clean
I'm comin' clean, comin' clean
For you
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Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell
Zambian rapper and producer Abstract Sekai fuses golden era hip-hop with ambient sound design and a heady cosmic philosophy. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 17, 2023