Niggaz With Latitude (NWL)

by Deacon the Villain & Sheisty Khrist

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Niggaz With Latitude (NWL)


released November 30, 2010

produced by Deacon the Villain (of CunninLynguists) with additional production from Kno (of CunninLynguists) & Kokayi
mastered by Change (
artwork by Lina Tharsing (


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Track Name: Call of the Night (Intro)

Call of the night
Call of the industry
carry us all away X2
Track Name: Satellites
Hook [Deacon]

Let’s talk through these satellites
we can conversate through space
you ‘bess forget about your alibi
‘cause they’ve already seen your face

Verse: 1 [Deacon]
I’m in the clouds, watchin’ like a huntin’ owl
you can’t evade, my gaze is bout 2 hundred thou
we cover miles, polar cap to polar
and unless you got a solar flare I’m over till it’s over
from the streets of the chi to a beach in maui
from the tip of nepal, through middle eastern valleys
I’ll snap you quick as mcgraw, I got a lightning flash
and we shinin down on that ass, we like a diaper rash,
pause… no applause for my cause
and you cannot see me coming, I’m the nothing, I’m the fog
sittin on my perch I got the earth under my claws
cleaning up your acts, sweeping the dirt under my law
look , it’s smartest crook you’ve never witnessed
all up in yo shower and we gettin closer every christmas
comin down yo chimney and u brought us through the towers
and we want our updates every minute, every hour


Verse: 2 [Sheisty]

The man watch me like Van Peebles in Posse
like drones in Afghanistan scan people with poppy
My internet connections choppy
maybe they’ve detected my downloaded copies of Shrek and Rocky, or Beck and Trotsky
The Annunaki
blacker than the puck in hockey
I’m leaning back in a truck sloppy sucking saki
Ponder the womb of Amun and the Illuminati
and how the lumens in the eye make the moon wobbly
I give a fuck about you dudes probably
I study the Code of Hammarabi for a hobby
I got two copies
Satellites in the air that could fairly capture
a hair fragment the size of a hair fracture
In the air a Black Fist
I’m on their blacklist
like I shared an air mattress with an Arab actress
To tell tell the truth I give a fuck about some Arab hackers
I ain’t scared of Arab jackers
I’m scared of crackers
And Fuck a Viacom
our governments icon should be an eye spying through a Nikon
You better watch who your eye’s on
cause watching me will get your motherfucking eye gone
I’m gone!

Track Name: Brave New World f. Natti
Hook [Deacon]

It's a brave new world X 6
Are you ready for this?
Are we moving to fast
it's a brave new world
and for that it may last

First Verse [Natti]

The system's dosage of pop, rock and soda pop
and urban legend with high voltage from culture shock
from nation's led by the same habits that vultures got
we need leaders (liters) like alcoholics with stomach rot
tomorrow's John Conner ain't watching Harry Potter
he's in the hallows of the ghetto training Rottweilers
or washing dishes at frishes for next-to-no dollars
cause you ain't solving delimmas if you don't know problems
this was the home of the brave before the pilgrams came
now it's the land of the free and we pay for everything
that's why I blow trees, rolled in old leaves
and drive through neighborhoods nicer than mine at low speeds
I been at Coolie High ever since they killed Cochise
boppin' my music at levels that shake the concrete
so there'll be no peace and there'll be no sleep
so wake the fuck up I'll show you the world that I see

Abbreviated Hook

Second Verse [Sheisty]

Our leaders elitist black and white like a zebra
we need to see the black and white like Adidas.
A cheetas hunger the real meaning of jungle fever,
we siege in thunder the real meaning of under Caesar.
Fuck a season move a legion in the cold of winter
my soul's like a cold avenger with a frozen center.
Night Ops a nigga sleeping when the Trojan enter
Cyclops the way we creep in like a Gojin ninja.
We fight the power like P.E. We fight the powers like BP
Some fight the power to be free.
Fuck a political party, nigga, this anarchy,
you plan to harm me watch me land with a land army.
These niggas throwing hand grenades and hope they land on me,
these motherfuckers so afraid they keep a cam on me.
And they watch the way I move so they can scam on me,
pull me over pat me down and put a gram on me.
And I ain't talking a Grammy nigga, I'm talking soft white - Orphan Annie nigga.
In other words The Man is watching what you hand me, nigga
so if I just keep walking, understand me nigga.

Track Name: Rip the Guts f. Soul Akoben (of Crop Circle)
First Verse [Deacon]

these pedestrian fools fueled by estrogen
I ride on em, pushing something equestrian
over rollin hills and we rollin golden wheels
polaroid ready, steady on our Olan Mills
we hit the streets ready, heavy frame, Chevy plush
my big foot crush anything my Chevy touch
ya engine flooded similar to when the levy bust
bet when I'm present every pheasant in your bevy blush
this here my "Nigga moment" let me put some pennies on it
I bet a 78 caprice'd leave yo Bentley haunted
u ghost ridin everybody swear they Johnny Blaze
till the wet paint drip on em and the fire fades
iron glaze reflectin' all yo imperfection
bet when we intersect the shit could cause an insurrection
8 cylinders of killin the streets
stampedin' behind a grill and a beat

Hook [Soul Akoben]

And all in time
with just our mind
We still will find
(You know we will rip the guts!)

2nd Verse [Sheisty]

Alas, I stash cash in the mini pod
the rims of Nimrod the path of a demagogue.
The semi feel the wrath of a demigod
440 gas that's the path of a Hemi Dodge.
We make strings for Geppetto out of heavy metal,
cause hard rock is just a pebble in every ghetto.
Where the levees settle and where every rebel
pushes heavy treble to every level to revel.
We drive cars for broads and whether Ford or Dodge
It's four cars in a four car garage.
I'm four bars from Mars and for my Mopar parts
I just use an old crowbar to lodge.
Yall cokeheads with no bread and Pro-Keds
and mopeds with old tires and no tread.
The quadraped with four eyes and four heads,
and a .44 mag for your forehead four dead, nigga.

Hook X 2

And all in time
with just our mind
we still will find
What's left behind
All in time
with just our minds
we still will find
(You know we will rip the guts!)

What's left behind X 2

You know we will rip the
You know we will rip the
You know we will rip the guts
Track Name: Chevrolet Doors f. Mino Slick
Hook [Deacon]

(All Day)
All day, ere'day, doing it the Chevy way
slammin' em Chevrolet Doors
(Everyday) x 2
Weaving through the game
move through every lane

(All Day)
All day, ere'day, riding through the airwaves
slammin' em Chevrolet Doors
Weaving through the game
old school, heavy frame, yeah

First Verse [Deacon]

I'm Caprice classic, feeling Cavalier
in the night sky, cold hangin' like a chandelier
light up the sky when i'm ridin' through the stratosphere
nigga we outta here, the rest of yall is out of gear
forget gas I could run on fumes
could find through the Hubble havin fun on moons
got nos in the tank, nasty nas in the deck
make ya movements seem idle when we charge down the stretch
wherever you turn, ladies pullin' uweeze
flashin' in the fast lane, showin us they rubies
I've earned stripes from these Talledega nights mane
if you ain't fast keep yo ass in the right lane
i'm in the sky, making it rain on dirt roads
hangin' with the satellites, watching the earth roll
Chevrolet doors KY on the plate
this for my KYLIENS, back to space, c'mon


Second Verse [Mino Slick]

Kylien, floating in the my space shuttle
cooler than Drew Breez in the Saints huddle
I'm known the make the bank double
I bang packs but this rap that's my mane hustle
No lames in my lane
SS Chevy paint job cocaine
plus I'm draped in the Polo
dress so fresh I should take me a photo
hold yo applause you are far to kind
bird to the law when I fall through shining
Shaft on the dash, got screens on deck
the bops go crazy when the king's on deck
top back, seats reclined
sweet lit, it's reefer time
so can I please get a peace of mind
I'm on cloud nine tryna ease my mind like....


Third Verse [Sheisty]

Heaven knows
ain't nothing like a 7-4 chevy with the gold Trues and Vogues.
Fuck your shoes and clothes you dudes snooze I'd rather cruise the coast
hit the beach sip some booze and toast.
Gut your oldsmobile I'm like the coldest nigga holding the wheel,
the closest thing to really holding the steel.
When I'm rolling with the top down it look like I'm posing Ill,
everybody stop frozen still.
What you say Rae the sun don't freeze?
We ride this motherfucker till it run on E.
Deacon's blowing smoke like it run on tree,
I got the wind in my hair and the sun on me.
Ain't a nigga alive can front on me,
ain't a motherfucking nigga alive can stunt on me.
I'm so high in clouds I'm angelic,
might as well blow the blunt on me. Have one on me.
Track Name: Niggaz for Sale (Interlude) f. Bianca Spriggs
Bianca Spriggs

Niggaz for sale!
I got red hot niggaz here!
Step right up and get your fresh cut niggaz!
Use ripe niggaz in your favorite recipe!
Eat some nigga pie!
Slurp some nigga soup!
Any kind of nigga you wanna wear I got it right here!
Nigga shoes!
Nigga belts!
Nigga naps!
Nigga lips!
Nigga tongues!
Nigga skins!
I say I got ya skinned niggaz here!
Beat some nigga drums!
Read some nigga books!
Nigga-nomics and Nigga-nisms!
Books on the nigga gaze!
Nigga mating rights!
I got so many niggaz they falling to the ground
like a sideways acid rain!
Niggaz for sale!
Track Name: American Greed f. Natti
Hook [Deacon]

They Don't know
they don't see
everybody in this bitch is strugglin' like a mothafucka
They don't know
they don't see
everybody in this bitch is strugglin'
can you hear me?
all we do is hit the streets and hustle
all we do is try to cover our needs
everyday is wearing down on our muscles
tryna satisfy American greed

First Verse [Natti]

Man, all of your hours, minutes, seconds spent
on rubber-neckin' round a person workin, stressin, when is your turn?
that's how a grimm expression bent above yo chin
I'm guessin comes from sweatin' mine instead of worrying about yern
spread out that couch invention from sittin in one
straiten up yo kitchen quick as Malcolm Little's perm
now let it burn, cause that's the pain that you earn
fuckin' off doing nothing constructive thinkin short term
train for the long run, regardless of outcome
yo train of thought is off track 'cause you off the wrong one
quit hitchin' rides and try buying yo own sled
you makin moves, but the problems they in yo own bed


Second Verse [Sheisty]

I know niggas with gold chains and gold watches,
who buy food from the Golden Arches loaded with starches.
These same niggas selling cocain in old apartments
Id rather go to marches, load the cartridge, blow the charges.
I might spark the revolution though and go to marshes
and build bows and arrows on barges only known to archers.
To yall the revolutions probably when you go to Marshall's
might seem like I'm going harsh but I'm so impartial.
Yeah I know it seem like I'm throwing darts
that could blow apart the lower part of Noah's Ark.
At the police department in the dark with no remarks
snitches get stitches bitches and so do narcs.
So while y'all go to loan sharks I study Joan of Arc
and the culmination of the Yeoman, bards, and Roman arts.
Statues, cathedrals
so if I'm coming at you bless you, achoo, the measles.
Attack you, bleed you, smack you, leave you
baptized in hellfire Matthew - read you.
The truth is we don't need you if American greed feeds you
this is a cesarean to de-seed you and re-breed you.

Abbreviated Hook
Track Name: Luther f. PackFM

Luther X 3
Martin Luther Jr. KANG!

First Verse [PackFM]

Let me start from the beginning at the top of the set
If it aint February then you might forget
For some our struggle was a fight to the death
That's why I'm far from civil with these rights and lefts
I'm similar to segregation, I got a dark side
And when it shows, niggas split just like apartheid
Outsiders wanna know, just how far I'll go
To lift up the hood like the engine in my car died
*Get yo' hand out my pocket!* or draw back a stump
Rowdy niggas stay in the back of the bus
Lookin out my window with my hand on a pump
Sawed off shotgun, raw dog, you not one
I haul off and pop one *RUN!* shots fired
My squad's Million Man March mixed with Watts Riots
Outlandish shit you never heard before
Like Black Panthers pumping their fists on Jersey Shore
We stand out like a protest with our leaders
You had a dream thinking ignorance could defeat us
It takes a lot more than a t-shirt to free us
So I stand behind these bars for life like Mumia


Is ignorance bliss or is ignorance a bitch? X2
is ignorance bliss? is ignorance bliss?
is ignorance bliss or is ignorance a bitch?

Second Verse [Deacon]

Snap shots, deac's Gordan Parks with a Canon
and I fly over haters, on my Tuskeegee Airmen
you can bring chains, bring liquor, bring famine
you'll never bring a nigga down, you could bring Samson
chairmen of the board, you the chairmen of the Borg
and I'm coming before pharoah, with just Aaron and the Lord
carrying my sword, I'm Harriet in a chariot
coming with the power of infinite Secretariats
the scariest slave, I'm Nat Turner in the booth
I'm Denzel in glory with black burners and troops
the Soujourner Truth and I'm here to put you underground
and I'm striking from the clouds where the thunder pounds
James Weldon Johnson from Compton
stompin, while these minority chords haunt them
hide under a cloth, i'm the fire on yo cross
and I'm burning until ignorance is mired in a loss, nigga!

Track Name: Black Dog f. Kno

Have ya seen the black dogs teeth?
Sharp like a knife
Have ya seen them tear apart a throat to take a life?
Black dog don't believe in sin
think of where the black dog's been
think of where he's been... today

First Verse [Sheisty]

Out here it's either kill or be killed,
so fuck a Miller Lite give me a Philistine shield.
It's like life got a guillotine feel,
I take a pill then moonwalk Billie Jean feel.
Have you ever seen an angel in a black halo?
that's like a black Kangol hanging off a black Pharaoh.
In fact, what if Taylor Swift was black?
They would have sent Ye some tailored shit from Saks.
I'm in the kitchen relaxed tailoring crack,
first layer them on a rack then lay em in a pack.
Bumping Ice Cubes "Who's the Mack,"
I let the track play through then I play the shit back.
You see if life is an infinite circle
I'm an infant in purple burping watching Ninja Turtles.
The blood curdles these hurdles get a ninja murdered,
This world is sin perverted a pearl that's been inverted.
In a cold, cold world I have been inserted,
so tell them Ben and Jerry niggas I invented sherbet
Some men live this shit other men have heard it,
but I'm the last to grab the pen and word it


Second Verse [Kno]

They called him Lucky, round his neck was the number 7
And ever since a pup he grew up tough with a crew of hellions
Because they knew the smell of some'n successful enveloped him
So they developed him hoping they could sell into relevance
A real mean bark with teeth sharp as feeding sharks
And the needed heart to exceed off in the fiendish dark
The deepest part? not the speed of his paws
But the need to seek an applause, his deepest of flaws
The black dog ignoring catcalls from slack jaws
Who'd just as soon drown his ass off in a sackcloth
But they'd clap when he'd snap and tear the back off
Another black dog, competition was the backdrop
With stacks dropped it was kill at will
But after years of conditioning he killed for real!
They acted so surprised, how could it be?
They kept their money and they put his ass to sleep
The black dog

Track Name: Nobody Speaks
First Hook

Everybody looks
but nobody speaks
everybody walks
but nobody stops
I'm going trough the streeets of our town
from the darkness ___________

First Verse

we no longer say hi, we just @ reply
barren souls so dry they'd make a cactus die
i see it clearer than the mirror where we practice fly
and hide our sadness under the mattress where blackness hides
I'm talkin' dark, darker than closets full of skeletons
we hide underneath a cloak of elegance
but what do I know, sweet chariot please swing low
and when the angels finally get here tell em we need mo
before we all faced up watching wild seeds grow
i feel the fire raging down below, feel the burn
dreams turned to ash, you could fill an urn
it's an emergency that we don't feel concerned
can't nobody climb this mountain alone
but since your neighbors ain't allowed in ya home
we sit inside and face these battles alone
I'm thinkin' maybe we got it wrong, Lord!

Alt Hook

I'm going to a brand new world
a world where people can live
a world where people can speak
a world ________

Second Verse [Sheisty]

This nigga asked me my name
but i pretended not to hear him as we passed in the rain.
Our movements like light beams fast as a train
or two ships in the night from a passenger train.
Call me invisible man
like when niggas from Sudan stand on Israel's land.
My thoughts so vivid you would think I use a visual cam
but in truth all I use is my hand.
And a hand is a weapon of war or peace
I'm a horrible beast unleashed at war with Greece.
Or the beast with teeth released to explore beneath
the coral reef where Leif's explorers thiefed.
And there is no power greater than speech
in fact, each who refuses to teach should be labeled a leech.
Thoughts are rays of heat that glaze like a person laid on the beach
so niggas running like you playing in cleats.
Nobody means none, noboby means not even one
nobody means we're probably done.
Where the earth will wither, that means the first shall disperse from hither
including niggas that immersed in rivers.
Including everyone the nurse delivers
that means the baby thats birthed that's nursed and shivers, or cursed and slithers.
Its clear he with an ear must hear
lest everything here disappear in less than a year.

Alt Hook

Track Name: Ascension

Reaching for the stars
I don’t care who you are
but don’t get caught up
reaching for that cool


My teachers always told me I should reach for the stars
that if I reached far enough I’d reach a creature from mars.
I kept reaching but the teachings wasn’t reaching my heart,
I said fuck it started reaching for cars.
To each his own some teachers teach us peace is shalom,
while others teach us it’s a brougham with the pieces of chrome.
Some of you dudes wear gold like tutenkamen,
while other dudes wear clothes like a buddhist shaman.
The way I drop jewels niggas is like this dude islamic,
but I rock shoes in hues that make Judas vomit.
See my aesthetic somewhere between Kemetic ascetic
and a dreaded heretic in a leather fitted.
And if the weather permited it I might have weathered blizzards,
I might have spitted where I rested but I never shitted.
Some will dissect my shit some will never get it,
some will say I was clever others whatever with it.
I’m like the nigga that meditated and levitated,
or like the nigga that’s medicated and never made it.
Some bitches handed me the apple but I never ate it,
my nodes control codes on which rap is predicated.
We live this rap shit but y’all niggas fabricate it,
some niggas map the genome others navigate it.
I’m in the labrynth on the sabbath with the staff of David,
you’ll never find my name engraved on an affadavit.
We ride in cars that hood niggas buy 20’s for,
in fact fuck the minivan doors just give me 24’s.
You know the types that get you whores you pour Henny for,
and drink plenty more till there’s not any more.
This is fair warning I’m like a bear snoring,
while the hurricane’s forming and the rain’s pouring.
I’m like a cancer in the brain that lays dormant,
y’all like answering to claims like paid informants.
The closest that I’ll ever be to in the air soaring,
is the pair of wings on my rare air Jordans.
Yall niggas is borin’.



Most’ll never get to bat at the field dreams
some people'll never see the sky, they in a guilliteen
everybody lives to die, and the inbetween
is duckin gorilla swings and facing the realer things
from a world full of soulless goals
I’ve seen children with eyes that were old as gold
to some the sky’s like the coldest joke
and if you reach for what’s high you might overdose
but through the blowin smoke, you gotta see this
our hopes and our dreams concieved by the elitist
we fall for the traps, we rats, chasing cheese
with the straps, tats, crack and rap, we making g’z
all this confusion got us losin’ by a landslide
and got the biggest mothafuckaz feelin’ antsized
the disillusioned, the disenfranchised
who wanna through the peace sign, but got they hands tied
why ask why, that’s what they wanna teach us
they’d rather have us sit in the bleachers and wait for Jesus
but I believe He’d rather we doubt what leads us
instead of praising what pleases, ascension

Track Name: Million Miles High

Sitting on my rooftop
I'm a million miles high
I hear strange voices calling
I hear strange people crying

First Verse [Sheisty]

All this pain in my brain is so intense,
its got me sitting in the rain for a rinse.
every strain against my frame so immense
I'm convinced that I ain't been the same ever since.
So in a sense my innocence is in a stint,
the cold breeze from the vent feel like wintermint.
Cold so I just throw on the winter mitts,
but when the wind emits it blows colder the winter gets.
It howls and I talking about the moving castle,
the owl when the moon is vast it maneuvers past you.
Yeah as far as Id and the Superego
I'm something like a kid with a super ego.
You'll never find me in a suit like a superhero,
im on the stoop or in the coupe, nigga, Super Negro.
Some niggas burn with envy I call 'em Sherman Hemsley,
they learn that I'm a Sherman tank with the Germans in me.
And there's something like a passion that burns within me,
fuck no I ain't fasting there's a worm within me.
Symbolic or otherwise my lymphs are symphonic,
The lullabies for nymphs with colored eyes.
See this is Panavision for the land a prism,
for every man with mannerisms that could land in prison.
If the writings on the wall they call it vandalism,
but if the writings on a scroll they call it man's religion.
I think this pain in my brain is an anneurism,
the damn condition of a man damned to man a mission. Man listen!


Second Verse [Deacon]

I'm found in a place void of sound
bound to my mission, I'ma destroy ground
I'm annoyed, on path to display wrath
and I'm fired by the fuel that the dismay adds
I see, blue seas, brown desserts
grey mountains, clown efforts
and bright lights from metropolis nights
but when I land it'll all be a necropolis site
yeah, tell God to go head and pull the choir out
ain't enough ocean on earth to put the fire out
am I savior? put you out your misery
or will I miss and let you re-write your history
cue the symphony, the timpanis the drum rolls
there's no ending me, no matter what your gun holds
if up to me you'll never live to see the sun cold
I plan to spare not even one soul, i'm comin'
Track Name: Final Call (Outro) f. Willie Eames & Bianca Spriggs
Hook [Deacon]

Call of the night
Call of the industry
carry us all away X 2

First Verse [Sheisty]

This nigga asked me was I raps savior,
I gave him some dap told him perhaps later.
Rap was built on the backs our black labor,
that's why I attack like a trapped gator.
I'm the black Ralph Nader,
the Alpha and the Beta more powerful than haters. You feel me?
They tapped my phone and scoured through the data,
and cowered when I said I was an hour from Decatur.
They thought I said I was the power of al Qaeda,
and that me and bin Laden were in Saudi Arabia.
This the return of Ramesses,
in a tam on a sham from the ram species.
From 3000 B.C.
listening to mp3's of 3 lectures by the man Nietzche.
Just me by myself in an Inipi,
pondering the oil wealth of BP.
Listen I often think about the Motherland, but quickly snap back like a rubber band.
And no offense to my brother man,
but brother how in the fuck can you be a black Republican?
Nah I know they say it's the party of Lincoln,
I drove a Lincoln to a party then I started drinking.
And after each Bacardi drink I think I started sinking,
until my eyes were no longer blinking, nigga.
My nigga Natti say "Bright Lights, Big City,"
got me looking for a white dyke with big titties.
Instead a mannequin lifelike, surreal, bitty,
interrupted by a knife fight real gritty.
The night life is still shitty,
where only the night lights could make a knife fight feel pretty. A pity.

Instrumental break [Willie Eames lead]

Second Verse [Deacon]

this man asked me if I was raps slayer
I chucked him the deuce, told him perhaps greater
rap was built over wax and a black fader
now it's black like the hearts of it's plaque makers
ask those scaling raps himilaya
about distress signals sent wrapped in a prayer
they had their humble eyes sat upon vega
but to stay they gotta live inside our laps like a geisha
where's Lauryn Hill, where's Hendrix
where's Thelonious Monk, where's trendless
Muddy Waters and a dirty telecaster
this the new age, slaves ain't gotta sell masters
a master's all about what sells faster
they don't care if rap walks inside hell backwards
bend the rules, keep the power and gold crowns
we gon' to shout round these walls till they go down

Outro Verse [Bianca Spriggs]

Drink to the unmarked graves of discarded lyrics buried in forgotten notebooks
drink to the unanswered prayers of one-hit-wonder beats
drink to rock star dreams
to cogs caught in the metropolis machine
to those who'd spill blood for a mic, we drink
to those who'd stand out by sitting down at the keys, we drink
drink to sixteen bars, a killer hook and a slant rhyme scheme
to staying up through silver lined nights
chasing down a north star pulse
to being the master of our own signal flares
our own talking drums
we drink to tomorrow
to tomorrow

Instrumental break [Lead by Willie Eames]

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