"The Man They Could Not Hang"
Produced by my good friend and
old-school partner in hip hop crime
Prince Pauly OPP for his mixtape
of the same title.
music written, composed
& produced by:
Prince Pauly (P.Oppermann)
lyrics & vocals by:
Kabal (K.Theodoropolus)
lyrics
(Yo Paully I see they got the ropes ready for us again...shit...Yo let's do this thing!)
(V.1)
I'm back on the scene with the hot sixteens,
Maximum Overdrive in machines like Christine/
Ripped spleen, drove over your heart,
Change your name to Napoleon Bones-a-Part/
It's not Mozart, but were always coming with the classics,
We get drastic like sniffing hits of acid/
Leave you in a haze that'll stumble for days,
Clubs, kegs, titties now it's rubber leg city/
You see me saunter like Frankenstein's monster,
Paul made the call so I'll conjure the slaughter/
One crass man, with one master plan,
To exact revenge, and attack avenged/
Blow em' back unhinged, tear the roof off,
Knocking doors down, clocking more clowns, rocking more nouns/
Than Dr.Seuss getting loose with Mother Goose,
A man you can't hang so you grab another noose/
(Chorus)
Come one, come all,
and witness the downfall,
of a so-called scoundrel/
The council, the, handout, the Gallow is tall,
The man they couldn't hang No Neck Prince Paul/
(V.2)
Diabolic, a psycho's logic,
Death Angel, through the park I frolic/
The topic of your stereo, hawking gold chains,
Punch lines like Mike Tyson boxing cocaine/
I rip the main frame, and trip insane minds,
Infect the lame brained with sick profane rhymes/
They wanna execute the excellence of execution,
Persecuted, prosecuted, then it's restitution/
Every time they hang me my neck snaps hard,
But Paully keeps bringing me back, back from the dead,
like I was Dr.Saavard/
This ain't the Last Illusion,
Resurrected with the vast confusion/
Black contusions, from old long nooses,
My future don't hold forgone conclusions/
Hangman's clinch, rope passionately pinching,
Hit me with another good old fashioned lynching/
(Chorus)
Come one, come all,
and witness the downfall,
of a so-called scoundrel/
The council, the, handout, the Gallow is tall,
The man they couldn't hang but you can call me Kabal/
(Epilogue)
An angry mob, as Hell's Bells toll,
The slow march, to the gallows pole/
The man in the black hood approaches,
I'm wondering just how good his rope is/
The noose is intact, and he takes a step back,
But every time my neck snap, I keep coming back!/
(X6) Everytime my neck snap, I keep coming back
Soulful, funky instrumental hip-hop with deep grooves; producer JD. Reid was "inspired by Madlib," & his fans will find much to love. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 24, 2020