If You Don't Buy This CD, the Terrorists Win
by A.O.K. (Assault Of Knowledge)
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Walk Like a Man
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Tales from Planet Grolic
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Miss Greenlay
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Hip Hop à la mode
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Coffee Shop Girl
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Fake I.D.
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Unintelligent Redesign
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You Are a God
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about
While some rappers finance their music by slangin' dope, Omar “A.O.K.” Mouallem funded his album by slangin' books. In December 2007 the rapper/writer was commissioned to write a feel-good book about true and inspirational felines (Amazing Cats). The “Superstore
book,” as A.O.K. calls it, made it possible to finish and print If You Don't Buy this CD the Terrorists Win, his debut album three years in the making.
book,” as A.O.K. calls it, made it possible to finish and print If You Don't Buy this CD the Terrorists Win, his debut album three years in the making.
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- Track Name: Walk Like a Man
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[verse 1]
Fuck the intro
Go right into the LP
Release my blue balls all over the streets
With the flow that I honed
When I touched the microphone
And she touched me back
Now, that's a mutual climax
Rising from the ashes of the crass masses
Who embraced a culture
Of talentless rappers
I gave them premonitions
But they wouldn't listen
So, I spit in your face
Call it a baptism
Northern Alberta
Born and raised
On the Prairies
Where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, smoking
Little coffee shop drinking
Thinking more and more that my life is sinking
So I packed up my bags
It was all good
Got my ass out of the neighborhood
Took a WestJet flight next door to B.C.
Moved on the bigger things in Vancity, baby.
[chorus]
I walk like a man
Talk like a man
Doing whatever I can
Until I rot like a man
If I'm shot by a man
Body chalked by a man
Than I stand of the words
That I jot as a man.
[verse 2]
I'm a menace to the suit and tie
I shoot for the sky
I walk amongst the world
Like any dude or guy
I don't walk with a swagger
Or talk like a gangster
Put my life in danger
I rot like I'm paper
Fishing through my pockets
I got no cash
Just some change for the bus
And some words on a pad
Still riding the transit every day
Same losers every day
But we all know we're all the same
So it's okay
Some read
Or slap on their headphones and jam
Some take a shit in their own pants
(True story)
Whatever, let them laugh
Let them clap my exit
Let them have their Lexus
'Til the repo comes to collect it
[chorus]
[verse 3]
The most cynical, critical individual
Pulling wool over your visuals
At 10 second intervals
My ink dries
Before it spills to the page
You're a slave to the fakes that they make everyday
Like a factory of phonies
Manufactured homies
Assembled in a line
Like My Little Ponies
You should have pawned your gold teeth
For integrity
You said to me
You'd keep it real
You kept reel with two ee's
Cinema life, scripted by the most gifted
Ghostwriters, tighter raps
Once the cheque has been lifted
Written to your name
Branded by the one
Who carves words into your feet
Like you were made in Taiwan
[chorus] - Track Name: Tales from Planet Grolic
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[verse 1, rapped as A.O.K.]
Now if I had a nickel
For every particular angle
I tried to strangle this beat with —
I’d have a dime.
Cause my first approach goes a little something like:
“Bitches, hoes, tricks
Blood, bullet holes stitched”
Fuck it
See I don't wanna be the guy
That ruins rap’s reputation
When aliens from the sky
Land on planet earth
Millennia from now
Start digging into rocks
Carbon-dating the ground
They find:
Fossils and fish
In the sediments – bones,
Tools of another world
Something like a microphone
The excavation expands across the land
From Brookl-lan, to Newfoundland
Dusting clues of a culture
The mothership takes them back to Planet Grolic
Where they study the knowledge at anthropologic colleges
Under halogen lamps
The remnants of a man
Who self-destructed under pressures of his ignorance
Indigenous teeth
Caked with diamonds and gold
Air-Force 1’s
Lined with lime and mold
A menagerie of bullets, clips, and 10 guns
One 9, nine 1’s
Post 9-1-1
Diamond studded deities
It’s a Jesus piece
Religious overtones grow in Grolicans' beliefs
Call it the quintessence
Of all life on Earth
Just artifacts and weapons
Trifle to the dirt
And they’re about to write us off as artless organisms
But hold on
They see something shining like a prism.
A circle surface
Flat, with two sides
One with a silver lining
Another with the signing
Of A-O-K
Chicken scratched in black felt
One track, one chance
To tell the future how I felt
At this particular time
I put my life in a rhyme
The captain finds a way to read the data with his mind.
[verse 2, rapped as gangster rapper]
Pop-pop-pop!
My glock at the cross walk
Top these charts
Sit back
Watch these bombs drop
I know two words:
“Bling” and “Bling, bling”
From my pinky ring
Down to my slinky thing
I'm a fly motherfucker
I high motherfucker
Getting head in my drop-top ride
Motherfucker
Right about 9
I pulled up to a stop sign
Cocked my glock-nine
Started shootin' them up
[verse 3, rapped as a Grolican alien]
What a ridiculous civilization this must be
Just some twisted mutherfuckers
Trying to be the big cheese
Calling themselves G’s
Well it stands for graceless
Killing each other
Without any life replacements
Imagine their mortal faces
Portal through the ages
Corked in their places
By the force of their ways
Technology to explore the cosmic space
But they put it in their rims
To spin in one place.
Top of the chain
All species in their feces
Sunk their teeth into each other
Ripped themselves to pieces
Infinite potential but their instrumentals central
To their detriment, they ended all in one instant - Track Name: Hip Hop à la mode
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[verse 1]
I'm your average rapper
And for the fact that I admit that
I'm not your average rapper
My proper vernacular
Gets a smatter of clappers
So when the rapture hits
I'm big like gigantopithecus
Pop culture is like
Purple-monkey-dishwasher: random
Who thought it would be popular
For indie rockers, man
But I'll continue talking
'Til Sony records come walking
Into my home
And gives me an irresistible offer
I'm sauce compared to others
There's brothers in the trenches
Warming benches
Until it's a trend to be inventive
Trust me
There's no incentive for this
No busty women
Giving me kisses and sucking my dick
It's not like flicking a swtich
When you're kicking this shit
Switching to a better style
Ain't gonna get them wild
Cause the only one's that are impressed
Would make me a pedophile
So when I'm done my set
I'm incredible mild.
[chorus]
It's that hip-hop á la mode
Y'all know how I rap
With the abstract flows
It's that hip-hop
With the cream on top
Cherry stem tied when I spit it up.
[verse 2]
Your virility is killing me
Your masculinity
Fake like DVDs purchased in the Philippines
I never talk shit
Like I'm Mr. Anthropic
Walk the block with caustic thoughts in my noggin
Optimistic
Spit the gifted shit
Christen sheets with a lexicon of drawn visions
I rap for college kids
And book store pigeons
Cook County bitches who look but don't listen
I rap for Jews, Muslims and Christians
I rap for any ism in the world's prism
I rap for politicians and their opposition
I rap for commonplace faces cooking in the kitchen
I'm not an apparition
Just a transition of man
From ape to homo sapien
Placed in the land
Got the world in the palm of my hands
God damn!
That's how I feel when I'm gripping the pen
Slipping the tip across my pad
When I'm sitting in Zen
Tear those sheets
Crumple them
Then I rip it again
Kicking back with my chicken scratch
Let me get a hit of that
Weed rolled in loose leaf
To get my shit straight
So! Place your bets
Got a vendetta
Ready to get ahead of the game
What's my name?
I pen it in your brain
A-O-K
The Assault Of Knowledge
Getting brolic
With just a single salt of knowledge
Call it what you will
Super-mega-über-ill
Or just another underground cat's ink spill.
[chorus]
[verse 3]
Remain calm when I embed this bomb
Into your head like a God
Taught by Shayks in the mosque
Got lost in my rhymes?
Read between the lines
Find traces of ink
From the back of my mind
I consciously
Slip subconscious treats
For conscious MCs
That look beyond the beat
So get on your feet
Strap on your shoes
Take a walk with me
You got nothing to lose
These are the tools of the trade
The rules have been made
I ain't new to the game
So I choose how to play
While rappers wanna be 50 Cent
But they're just gentlemen
They carry no guns
Just the love of adrenaline
The elements of hip-hop
Irrelevant to these chumps
They dump the truth of music
Into sediments of slums
While malevolent veterans
Who know better
But they're set on disseminating hate
Like it is medicine
Shooting bullets into pages
A precedent is staged
To own more slaves
Than Thomas Jefferson
It's sordid
Morbid
How quickly they're conforming
If hip-hop is dead
Then I'm a fucking orphan
Case closed
I'm gonna take control
Make the mold
So I can break the mould - Track Name: Coffee Shop Girl
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[verse 1]
Coffee shop girl
I've been watching you
Don't be alarmed
I'm not stalking you
Just wanna talk to you
Get to know your name
Cause I've been calling you
“Miss Afternoon Latte”
A hot-tie
With a small, thin bo-dy
Black hair shining like my dark roast cof-fee
These caffeine dreams
Having me thinking of your eyes
Your smile
The one that says “I'll see you in a while”
Your style:
Fresh like the morning's first sip
I sit parallel to the till
Watching you mix
Won't you fix me a drink
That explains how you think
Create a link in the blink of an eye
Why don't you put your number on the back of this receipt
Don't concede
It's heat, please
I feel the steam rising for me
Never dividing me
Or my attention for you
So what you say, Boo
After work it's all about you
[verse 2]
I love these coffee shop girls
With their crazy hairstyles
It's wild
So many different colors compiled
To every strand of hair
While I'm standing here
Waiting in line
For this fine dime to get me the grind
Get me an iced Americano with no sugar or cream
Cause I like it pure and clean
Natural as my weed
She's a chocolate Frappuccino
With a dash of cinnamon
A hint of peppermint and a sprinkle of sin
So when I set up shop with my laptop
I always gotta choose
The seat
With the best view of you
Don't get it confused
You're like a muse
You light the fuse on my fingertips
Write some poetry to hit you with
We go together like coffee and a cigarette
I make you sweat
Get you wet, but not yet
First I serenade you with everything that I have
Give you a pen and my hand
you can give me the math
[verse 3]
So can I see under your apron
Are you shaving?
Just kidding
I'm cool with you saving
And keeping it hidden
For a Customer like me
With a custom smile
To drive you wild
Drive you up the wall
Blasting Biggie Smalls
You probably like Radio Head And Modest Mouse
Whatever, I'd wear leather to get you in my house
Arty girl with a hearty laugh
And cold stare
Freckles on her cheeks
And jet-black hair
With White Stripes
Her presence gives me The Hives
I wanna grab her hand
Climb the nearest Vines
I don't eat pork but I can feel Bjork
We be chillin, eating tofu
Listen to Bob Dylon
Or The Villains – What?
You mean thats not a real band
Well educate me girl
Gotta tell me where to stand
I'm sick of waiting in line
Behind these flirting yuppies
Call next, step to the till
It's time to love me
[verse 4]
My name's Omar
Call me whatever you like
In exchange for your number
So I can call you tonight
Go to the cinematheque
And watch foreign flicks
Felini till you feeling me
And I'm feeling your tits
Sorry if I sound insensitive
Just had to mention it.
No point in censorship
Let me tell you how it is
Tell you in Arabic:
Albi, tahi la hown
Bedi moos al-bizeek
Hoot iree be kisseek
The subtitles say I like you
And I wanna get to know you
And show you
A side of me when I hold you - Track Name: Fake I.D.
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[verse 1]
I don't get it
The truths embedded in the credits
Gangsta rap is a show
Not to be misled with
Reality on the streets
It's what they don't see
You think it's dope to be poor
And sell drugs to make money?
Need a smack or two
'Cause they laughing at you
Your perception is cracked
You lack the history to be black
The hood was 400 years in the making
Ever since the first slave ship landed safely
On the shores of Massachusetts
Beginning of a movement
To hold back a race without room for improvement
Three-fifths a human
Now one-fourth the nation
Half of incarcerated
You're attracted like a magnet
You wish you had the struggle and adversity
But you're just making up for your suburban insecurities
Achieve any dream
It doesn't matter
You got your whole life served on a silver platter
But in the hood
You've got few options
It's: Rap, crack, basketball or car parking
Bell hopping, vigilante crime stopping
Give your time to the youth with truth dropping.
[chorus]
Who you be?
You gotta understand who you are
You wanna be a star
But you’re far from it
Rollies and getting blunted doesn’t make you a G
You just a wannabe with a fake I.D.
Plastic, manufactured
Fake I.D.
Milli Vanilla bastards with a fake I.D.
[verse 2]
So out your ego aside
And take a ride with me
As we take a trip in my whip
And fly through the city
Pointing our your duplicates
Stupid kids with their Source magazines
Flipping through the pages that they don't even read
So they sit and they dream
Of material things
Inspiring gangstas
Delusional playas
Method actors
The way they take a role
Deliver every line with their hearts and souls
But they start to show
Their true colours and fold
When police show up
And they're back to the old
Mamas boys
Crying, “Why'd I sell coke and weed
When daddies allowance already puts gas in my jeep?”
Pleading with the police,
“Please don't take me home
They'll ground me for a week
And take away my cellular phone
I learned my lesson
So let me off with a warning”
They comply
He's back bragging to the homies
Telling the story how he was chased by police
“For three city blocks
I almost popped my piece”
They listen with their jaws dropped
Locked in his tale
As he states his claim
As the alpha white male.
[chorus]
[verse 3]
14, grade nine
Called myself Poppa Smurf
Dressed in flashy silver shirts
Trynna get up skirts
For whatever it’s worth
I was Ricky Suave
Everyday was an excuse
To part-ay in the hallways
Making the ladies swoon
Okay hardly
Grade seven chicks
Was my game
Before my shame started calling
I was what you would call a wigger
Busting raps about triggers and figures
And Nike kickers
Called myself a nigga
Well, nigga please
I was just a wannabe with fake ID
Grew up in High School
Found rules that I trusted
Keeping it real
Under the alias, Justice?
Used the persona
To identify my mask
Pulled up my pants and returned to class
Now I'm in the third stage
Not a sage
I'm a man
Call me A.O.K.
Cause that's all that I am - Track Name: Unintelligent Redesign
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[verse 1]
It's all spin
This theory of creationism,
The biblical belief
That we evolved from Adam & Eve
6000 years ago
In less than a week
The universe was born?
That's the theory they preach
We came from monkeys in trees
What a silly belief
Darwin was a crackpot
His teachings oblique
Scopes was a thief
Stole faith from Tennessee
So they charged him
Barred his license to teach
If God is a science
Then my name is Richard Simmons
I'm sweating to my oldies
From the bullshit they giving
They separate church from state
Lurk in space
Turn around
Impose work from these fake
Scientists
In an alliance with the state
Compliance
To tinker with our minds like an appliance
It's David and Goliath
Gotta take down these giants
They're lying
Trying to turn Christ into a science.
[verse 2]
We've got these fellas on the grind
And they're spreading their lies
With intelligent design
Trying to melt away the minds
Confiscate my Q's
For some Arbitrary A's
Sail away on the second ark
With two of every race
Every face looks the same
Behind the same book cover
Undercover God lovers
Trying to smother your choices
Creating all this noise just
To discover yours boys
And getting all boisterous
To spread the poison
Poised and positioned
To pontificate their wisdom
But if nobody listens
Then you've sullied their mission
Envision a nation under one specific God
Tossing every squad into the melting pot
Like that!
A recipe for destruction
Church and state
The junction of dysfunction
Punctuate your whims
And I'll continue to sin
Fight the cause
'Til I inherit the wind. - Track Name: Freedom is a State of Mind
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What's freedom?
Is it the right to vote in a booth?
Is it the right to screw the people our their rights to choose?
Freedom is an all-you-can-eat buffet
But in some places
Freedom is a meal a day
Freedom is the right to bare arms
It's the right to bare all
Freedom is the right to wear bombs
Run into a temple
Screaming Allah wah Akbar
Blow up a synagogue
And be delivered to God
If freedom is given
It can be taken away
Like life
Which is a freedom that is given the day
That you breathe
And you leave
The caves of your mother
Get slapped on the ass
And assigned a SIN number
Freedom is the hope that you cloak your dreams with
Like Jesus
Mysterious figures that bring it
Freedom is Michael Moore
Freedom is Ghandi
Freedom is Napoleon, Charles Manson and John Gotti
Freedom is forty acres and a mule
Freedom is the first amendment ever stated
Regulated
'Til the Patriot Act is created
Freedom is a school
That constitutes rules
If freedom is the law
Is freedom real at all?
We need wings to be free
Like John Livingston Seagull
You got to:
Live it to see it
See it to believe it
When you feel it
Hold it so nobody can see it
I believe
That freedom will make us go blind
Searching our entire lives
We gotta leave it behind
And find
Whatever brings light to the eyes
Happiness is freedom
Freedom is a state of mind
Freedom is a state of mind
It changes from either side
You can't define it
There's one way to find it
Gotta live it to see it
See it to believe it
Why?
'Cause freedom is a state of mind
