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WEMBENYAMA

by BLAX

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  • Cassette + Digital Album

    BLAX - WEMBENYAMA (Limited Edition Cassette Tape)

    100 Individually numbered, high-bias cassette tapes. Each tape was hand dubbed by the artist with custom, numbered packaging that fits uniquely to each individual tape.

    Enjoy this one-of-a-kind audio experience.

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    includes track listing image, 11 x 17 poster for print, phone wallpaper image and Wembenyama lyric video.
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  • Full Digital Discography

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    releases

    Get all 16 BLAX releases available on Bandcamp and save 20%.

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of WEMBENYAMA, Dreamweaver [audio] - single, Intelligent Beings, Angeline, Straight Abused, FOUND, For Lovers, 10 minute pause tape, and 8 more. , and , .

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1.
DREAMWEAVER 02:27
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Dream weaver Black achiever Keep a cool cup of soul on ice Eldridge cleaver To the chest plate We swing meat cleavers At non believers And death to all snitches Haters and crass deceivers Who would ever believe The rhyme would proceed through Speakers, tweeters Tweaking from my voice in the receiver Move silent wit a big stick For wood riding beavers Magician on a mission Soothsayer Clairvoyant seer Keep a pocket full of crystals To love bomb a narcissist With amethyst missles It’s burns to the bones Niggas feel it in the gristles I notarized my rhyme book So you know it’s official Shiiit I’m from the Mil to keep it real Ten toes signed and sealed Sign myself don’t need no deal Just a bucket of duckets And four tires that squeal I peel off like vinyl stickers On bathroom walls Bring me all the dreams You thought would never be We’ll make them all Now who wanna fuck with Hollywood Colt? Roll up nigga we want all the smoke I met yo baby mama Heard she the goat of throats It’s pimpin young Wit the golden quotes Told mama calm down You be doing the most Trippin Tryin to flip off in my Beamer Pull over drop her off and act like I never seen her Keep swerving No tears here sadly For this revolution We gone need the pink caddy Cuz we the Grand Verbalizing Mack daddies My mom and my dad Real proud that they had me This Black boy A dream come true So don’t pinch or wake me up Till this here dreams through World’s greatest emcee From the city of the brew Single handedly murdering Whole bands and crews On cruise control Along treacherous roads It’s a fresh drink of water When I deliver the flows I suppose
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RIGHT A SONG 03:36
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Ayo we supposed to be richer How I work with you And you can’t see the big picture Supposedly supposed To be my rib like scripture Now we in this conundrum Like a fucking enigma I’m fumbling Phone arguments Words stumbling Words and actions hurt feelings Is humbling yet we numb again I love yo mama like she cooked food And sometimes these dimes Love to distract a good dude Can often turn a bright day Into a bad mood I’m in the lab today Pen and a pad today I had to pray I wanna see you Wanna slide by Spot you out the corner of my eye When you drive by Wanna relive the fame Maybe ignite the flame Hoping that the love between us Could maybe stay the same Though I’m knowing Things have changed Maybe i’ll write a song for you Keep you in my heart Maybe write a poem for you It’s cold during nights In the morning long for you It’s only you (x2) We keep it cookin Like the pot stove Hot like eating at Roscoes With no roscoe We do this shit for PNB Because we all grieve Life and love equally We all been through a lot I admit trudge through the shit If it’s any wrong that you did Acknowledge it I’m a family man With no fam to celebrate my accomplishments I’m smoking on grams up hella late This got me stressed out I’m still in love like we the best out Me and you against the world forever Fuck they talking bout Well maybe not Then try a different route Wish I could pinpoint The location to change your mind Like a army scout Love or lust or live a life in doubt The GPS is broken And the direction I can’t figure out I need correction Which way at this intersection Are we dodging bullets Or shitting over a blessing I done learned my lessons Maybe I’ll write a song Maybe i’ll write a song for you Keep you in my heart Maybe write a poem for you It’s cold during nights In the morning long for you It’s only you (x2)
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WEMBENYAMA 02:16
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Hopping out the Beamer I just got it cleaned Cocaine white call it medallin Couple thousand dollars Bulging out my jeans A black king baby that’s just in my jeans Real Niggas know what the fuck I mean Control a whole nation Like Idi Amin Every waking day I’m focused on the cream Off top like farmers I forewarn ya Don’t make them young boys Come bomb ya Like sheepskins Stack it through the week Spend dough on the weekend I am intelligently speaking Empire never peaking I shine bright like a beacon The rap deacon I hold sermons For the higher learning Address this letter For whomever It’s concerning BLAX God the soundtrack of the black God’s Box him up if he act hard I cop killer From the cop killers All trilla No filler Them boys will stop drop and yop For the scrilla Then tuck and roll All up in a fronto fold This rap is black gold In yo lungs like black mold Sold plenty things But never sell my soul To reach my goals Never will I play that role First round draft pick Wembenyama I’m going pro From the fo one fo Spook who sat by the door
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THE SUN! 02:10
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Perfect black beauty Children burst the fire hydrants In the summer To quell there skin From the scorching heat Grandmother sit in her porch and eat I offer peace to everyone and each On every corner off every street Stretch make the ends meet Blocks is starving we gotta eat The dominant never suffer defeat The competition all obsolete My vision sweet like good food Most reputable I’m a good dude Caught me in a good mood The sun love like a son’s love Reaching down to shine on everyone of us the feelings glorious Stay humble stay on the low But steady to ready go You never know who might maneuver slow I’m ridin low ridin dirty That’s Paul wall Beating down the block all Bass up in my system Make ya pictures fall Off the wall Mike Jack You never get the mic back I manifest and move forward levels Like a life hack I’m conjuring Conditions For my living this is not rap I speak it to existence Watch it happen This is all facts They all cap I’m one hunnid Ask them if they know BLAX

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released April 1, 2024

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