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This album is a collection of selective focus solo pieces and collaborations done by artists who participate in our Sunday morning erotic mic event. ALL proceeds go towards the show's airing. Donations are welcome.


released November 15, 2014



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Pantherion Prime Riverside, California

Pantherion Prime is a pen name of mine...

it is an dentity... a personality that I use to scribe...
and describe the spiritually erotic notions and annotations
of my works in esotericeand rotic poetry.

I AM a multi-disciplinary artist who creates through sculptures through
poetry and music that could... and would reflect
the very essence of me... as a matriarchal man.
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Track Name: BOOM! The Samuel L Jackson Challenge (I Can't Breathe)

Beanies… headwraps… and hoods
these American streets IS dripping with our people’s blood

our people are being murdered in cold blood by the minute
inside and outside the hood the police and the government is the real menace

lives cut short without a trial or a sentence
but we still marching asking the system for repentance …. listen

ain’t none of this hell out here gonna change
ya’ll begging for justice paid for with black lives ...but still coming up short changed

and ain’t nothing new about this here strange fruit
they murder our people in cold blood… and we march and go loot… they still gonna shoot
They turn witnesses into victims
And then tell you the grand jury
Found no proof

Tell me where all the real real soldiers at
when a ma'fuckin cop kill one of ours
ain’t no way his chest shouldn’t be wet

We don't need no race war
We need to target the one
Who took one of ours
Even the score


just another... shooting to you
with an electric EYE... on you
for an EYE... I... witness to... that
blood stained figure of mine... every
dead nigga... a good nigga
not really a really a real nigga
that that one that
ain't... really real to you... no news.
the ruthless... uproot of a youth
a senseless killing
when a tooth for tooth
of my kind... ain't ever good...
enough for you.
and you so... willing to look
and walk away
so I will not... fall upon my knees
nor will I call upon the please
of the calm of the god... give me the
god of war
the storm of your... just us...
just not us
not knotted
by the rope... of your
cut throat justice... I would not
trust in you... any further than I could spit
when I speak my mind
if the shoe fits wear it!
in ALL the things Im bout... to say
I would.... but hope and pray...
but not to you... to not be here
to sway... like fruit...
a moot point... at the end of the days...
no still I... at the
back of the line... no not back of the bus
nor bust cap in my back
no... I not
to ever.,.. again... fall prey
let us pray....

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."

Ezekiel 25:17


We Won't Die

As I watch
You take from me
My Sister
My Mother
My Brother
My Son
My Father
My Comrade
My One
Since hate began
Born of deep-seeded
And inability to understand
This shaking
This taking
This yanking from
Civilization to
All because
There is Favor
And Flava
In our
And you see it?!?
Yeah, we SEE it!!
Fuck a helpless
"Why?! How??"
Each one
Reach one
Channel the rebellion
It's past time for our OWN
Let's gather and sup
Drink from
Umoja's cup
Someone bang the
As I cook up this
I won't die
I'll galvanize
You won't die
You'll galvanize
W said WE won't die
WE'LL galvanize!!

© lilbabysoul/Aphro Ingenuity '14


They won't share the evidence
can't hear the plea
don't shoot me
I can't breathe
Hello Mr. Wilson
my skin is
your menace
My pigment death sentence
I can't breathe.


can't hear the evidence
can't hear the plea
don't shoot me
I can't breath
Hello Mr. Wilson
my skin is
your menace
My pigment death sentence
I can't breathe.
I'm afraid for you all
Because we have fallen victim
To this vicious cycle of repetition
Violated by vultures who feed
On our blood filled veins like vampires
Who suck away at us in broad daylight
Red Devils dressed in blue
That plot to white out all things black
Rest in peace Michael Brown
They attack us while our backs are turned
When will we ever learn that
None of this racial profiling will end
Until they send all us colored folk
To early graves
Or return to living our lives as slaves
I don't want that engraved on my tombstone
What do I tell my sons
When they eventually stare down the barrel of a gun?
I have to start my GoFundMe account
Because the way this road is paved out
The money will amount to paying for their bail
Or paying off their funeral
The unremorsed rituals of these racist rats who wear blue
Are Suckin the life out of our young kings daily
Their repetitive sins is causing my chest to cave in
Its choking me up
And I

Chrous: "I can hear my neighbor cryin' 'I can't breathe'/Now I'm in the struggle and I can't leave/Calling out the violence of the racist police/We ain't gonna stop 'til people are free/We ain't gonna stop 'til people are free."