|Welcome to KM Productions.|
|Whereas, breakbeats have been the missing link connecting the diasporic
community to its drum woven past
Whereas the quantised drum has allowed the whirling mathematicians to calculate the ever changing distance between rock and stardom.
Whereas the velocity of the spinning vinyl, cross-faded, spun backwards, and re-released at the same given moment of recorded history , yet at a different moment in time's continuum has allowed history to catch up with the present.
We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue.
Statements, such as, 'keep it real', especially when punctuating or anticipating modes of ultra-violence inflicted psychologically or physically or depicting an unchanging rule of events will hence forth be seen as retro-active and not representative of the individually determined is.
Furthermore, as determined by the collective consciousness of this state of being and the lessened distance between thought patterns and their secular manifestations, the role of men as listening receptacles is to be increased by a number no less than 70 percent of the current enlisted as vocal aggressors.
Motherfuckers better realize, now is the time to self-actualize
We have found evidence that hip hops standard 85 rpm when increased by a number as least half the rate of its standard or decreased at one third of its speed may be a determining factor in heightening consciousness.
Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.
Equate rhyme with reason, Sun with season
Our cyclical relationship to phenomenon has encouraged scholars to erase the centers of periods, thus symbolizing the non-linear character of cause and effect
Your current frequencies of understanding outweigh that which as been given for you to understand.
The current standard is the equivalent of an adolescent restricted to the diet of an infant. The rapidly changing body would acquire dysfunctional and deformative symptoms and could not properly mature on a diet of apple sauce and crushed pears
Light years are interchangeable with years of living in darkness.
The role of darkness is not to be seen as, or equated with, Ignorance, but with the unknown, and the mysteries of the unseen.
Thus, in the name of:
ROBESON, GOD'S SON, HURSTON, AHKENATON, HATHSHEPUT, BLACKFOOT, HELEN, LENNON, KHALO, KALI, THE THREE MARIAS, TARA, LILITHE, LOURDE, WHITMAN, BALDWIN, GINSBERG, KAUFMAN, LUMUMBA, GHANDI, GIBRAN, SHABAZZ, SIDDHARTHA, MEDUSA, GUEVARA, GUARDSIEFF, RAND, WRIGHT, BANNEKER, TUBMAN, HAMER, HOLIDAY, DAVIS, COLTRANE, MORRISON, JOPLIN, DUBOIS, CLARKE, SHAKESPEARE, RACHMNINOV, ELLINGTON, CARTER, GAYE, HATHOWAY, HENDRIX, KUTL, DICKERSON, RIPPERTON, MARY, ISIS, THERESA, PLATH, RUMI, FELLINI, MICHAUX, NOSTRADAMUS, NEFERTITI, LA ROCK, SHIVA, GANESHA, YEMAJA, OSHUN, OBATALA, OGUN, KENNEDY, KING, FOUR LITTLE GIRLS, HIROSHIMA, NAGASAKI, KELLER, BIKO, PERONE, MARLEY, COSBY, SHAKUR, THOSE STILL AFLAMED, AND THE COUNTLESS UNNAMED
We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter.
We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun.
We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us.
We are determining the future at this very moment.
We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone
Our music is our alchemy
We stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water and a hand full of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down supply the percussion factor of forever.
If you must count to keep the beat then count.
Find you mantra and awaken your subconscious.
Curve you circles counterclockwise
Use your cipher to decipher, Coded Language, man made laws.
Climb waterfalls and trees, commune with nature, snakes and bees.
Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day for today we are determined to be the channelers of these changing frequencies into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry, crafts, love, and love.
We enlist every instrument: Acoustic, electronic.
Every so-called race, gender, and sexual preference.
Every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge their responsibility to uplift the consciousness of the entire fucking World.
Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slain
Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slain
"Live in the worst town as a punk! ' Gland * ??? * automatic III '
- Violence action of the North American flavor skill it does!
The climb adventure which records record sale in the entire world more and more as a complete Japanese edition landing! The town, city where Mafia and all offenders blow the fact that it becomes the stage of this work and, accumulate. The protagonist here, handles the work from Mafia as the punk where the automobile thief is proud, this town the brassiere means with to be attached how without. Going to the Mafia place which nests in the town, it keeps obtaining guaranty by the fact that you receive work, you deal with the car where the corpse enters into the trunk, you turn off the boss of the gang which is hostile, keep handling such work in any case. Because Mafia has managed the store at the various parts of the town, if you go there, work can be received. The time perhaps, the partner who receives yesterday work there are also times when it goes to the murder, but....... "
Johnny takes metaphorazine.
Johnny takes Metaphorazine. Every clockwork day. Says
it burns his house down, with a haircut made of wings.
You could say he eats a problem. You could say he
stokes his thrill. Every clingfilm evening, climb
inside a little pill. Intoxicate the feelings. Play
those skull-piano blues. Johnny takes Metaphorazine.
He's a dog.
Lucy takes Simileum. That's not half as bad. She's
only like a moon gone slithering, upside-down the sky.
Like a tidal wave of perfume, like a spillage in the
heart. With eyes stuck tight like envelopes, and
posted like a teardrop. Like a syringe, of teardrops.
Like a dripfeed aphrodisiac, swallowed like a
Cadillac, Lucy takes Simileum.
She's like a dog.
Graham takes Litotezol. Brain the size of particles,
that cloud inside of parasites, that live inside the
paradise of a pair of lice. He's a surge of melted ice
cream, when he makes love like a ghost. Sparkles like
a graveyard, but never gets the urge, and then sings
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! like a turgid
flatfoot dirge. Graham takes Litotezol.
He's a small dog.
Josie takes Hyperbolehyde. Ten thousand every second.
See her face go touch the sky, when she climbs that
rollercoaster high. That mouth! Such bliss! All the
planets and the satellites make their home inside her
lips. It's a four-minute warning! Atomic tongue!
Nitrokisserene! Josie takes Hyperbolehyde.
She's a big dog.
Alanis takes Alliterene. It drags a deeper ditch. And
all her dirty dealings display a debonair disdain. Her
dynamo is dangerous, ditto her dusky dreams. Dummies
devise diverse delux debacles down dingy darkened
detox driveways. Alanis takes Alliterene.
She's a dead dog, ya dig?
Desmond takes Onomatopiates.
He's a woof woof.
Sylvia takes oxymorox. She's got the teenage
menopause. Gets her winter-sugar somersaults from
sniffing non-stick glue. She wears her V-necked
trousers, in the blind-eye looking-glass. Does the
amputated tango, and then finds herself quite lost, in
the new old English style! Sylvia takes oxymorox.
She's a cat dog.
But Johnny takes Metaphorazine. Look at those busted
streetlamp eyes, that midnight clockface of a smile.
That corrugated tinflesh roof of a brow. The knife,
fork and spoon of his fingers, the sheer umbrella of a
man's hairdo! The coldwater bedsit of his brain. He's
a fanfare of atoms, I tell you! And you know that
last, exquisite mathematical formula rubbed off the
blackboard before the long summer holidays begin? Well
that's him. Speeding language through the veins,
Johnny takes Metaphorazine.
He's a real dog.
(all appologies to Jeff Noon)