ANTAKALIPA

Thriller: The Sound of Global Pop Dominion In 1982, Michael Jackson didn’t just release an album—he redefined the limits of popular music. Thriller is not merely a collection of songs; it is a cultural detonation. It collapsed the boundaries between pop, rock, R&B, and funk, while simultaneously transforming music into a visual, global language. This is not just one of the greatest albums of all time—it is the blueprint for what global superstardom looks like. Context & Ambition: Chasing the Impossible Coming off the massive success of Off the Wall , Michael Jackson had a singular goal: to make the biggest album in history. Not critically—commercially, culturally, universally. Working alongside Quincy Jones, Jackson pursued perfection obsessively. But Jones was not just a collaborator—he was an architect. He understood restraint as much as excess, knowing when to strip a song down to its essence and when to let it explode. Jones’ genius lies in balance:...

Six inches works Six inches works, It goes deep enough, Won't touch the base of the ocean, But it's enough to induce some screams. Six inches works, More is better, But six is all I got. Won't send her to the emergency room But it's enough to make her drip. Six inches works,  Sure,  I am not Superman or Batman at the least.  I'll take Robin,  He also fights crime and gets the plaudits with the Teen Titans.  Six inches works,  It's the worldwide standard,  Ridiculous to compare myself with God.  Six inches works,  Not well hung,  But sometimes in the summer it drops.  Winter is the real enemy.  Six inches works, Sauce concentrated. See conclusive results in 9 months. Will give you Aids, If that's your thing. Six inches works, It's comfortable and portable. Add fourplay and it gets the job done! 

DARKIE! Darkie, Hates his own kind, To elevate him, He'd rather die. Darkie, Hates his own kind, To promote him, Would make him cry. Darkie, Burdened by the color of his own skin, Wishes he could shed it off, Cause black is the color of sin. Darkie, Brings his own kind down, While elevating the lighter skin with a crown. Darkie, He hates himself, Wishes he were something other than himself, Has a low opinion of himself, Projects all his insecurities on everyone other than himself. Darkie, A consummate actor, Masquerading as something he is not so he can be a factor, When he finally got in, Banished his own kind out of the sector. Darkie, Intimidated by other darkies, Offended by other darkies, Hates to see the success of other darkies, Trashes them, Makes him feel like he is not a darkie. Darkie, Hates his own kind, To elevate him, He'd rather die. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2zaioCHHIK4

KWAAL I hate everything about you, ke Kwaal, I hate the way you walk, you talk, you dress and your overall demeanor, ke kwaal. Don't know why I hate you so much but I just do, ke kwaal, you make my skin crawl and my blood boil, ke kwaal. It's your attitude, your mannerisms, you walk like you rule over everything when you ain't the boss of shit, kwaal, everybody must kiss your feet, everybody must supply you with sweets, kwaal. I would push you into a moving truck if I could, kwaal, you will never make it in the world, kwaal. I made you and you are nothing without me, kwaal, kwaal, kwaal! I hate everything about you, ke Kwaal, I will make sure you will never amount to much, kwaal, will start smear campaigns against your name, kwaal, will tarnish your reputation, kwaal, will do everything in my power to make sure that you don't set a foot here, kwaal. If I could, I would wipe you off the face of this earth with a snap of a finger like Thanos, kwaal. I don'...

Struggling artist I have R100 and it has to serve me for the whole month. I need to be intelligent and allocate the capital in avenues that will deliver consistent payoffs. I need to stretch time and survive by the day. That's the most in important thing, survival. Here's my plan; buy brown bread from Shoprite, it costs R5 and then divide the bread for 3 days. White bread is expensive, it costs R9. Then buy "Crack a snack" 50 pack, it costs R30. Water is free, so that's great. What I have left over is R65. My nigga Thato Katane, (great guy with enthusiasm and gratitude) showed me a couple of places where I can buy chips for R5. Imagine that R5! So cost effective, so economical. So practical and effective for when you are in survival mode. Salute mpinch ya ka, I love you and respect you, genuinely, thank you for all that you have taught me, I have internalized everything in my subconscious mind and some lessons form part of my persona; you're my bro...

The Gulag Archiepelago IV: Fatigued I am tired, tired of complaining about the daily injustices of the Archiepelago, tired of not having a voice, they stripped us off our names and gave us numbers so we ceased to exist as human beings but as livestock. The message is simple; “You are now the property of the State, we own You”. I am tired of working for 9 straight hours. You can’t even finish your task quickly with the intent of rest because if you do, you’ll be given more work and if you refuse punishment awaits, work loves fools, a zealous horse doesn’t live long. I am tired of the insults and negative energy that suppresses confidence like a compressor, if you call a man a “pig” for 7 years, he’ll end up grunting. I am tired of not seeing my family. I forgot what they look like and my memory is failing, I don’t have pictures and I didn’t get the chance to tell them how much I love them. That’ll haunt me until my last breath. I am tired of living this comedy of an existenc...

The Gulag Archiepelago III: Labor camps August 1918, the term "concentration camp" was coined for the first time by the Soviets to refer to their own people who were imprisoned in their camps.  Before we go any further, I want you to register the words and internalize them. You are worthless, your life is meaningless, no one cares about you, your self-importance is an illusion, you are a cochroch, you have no rights, unfit to be treated like a dog, you are useless, you are a stupid shit head, you are insignificant and no one would care about you if you dropped dead right now.  That was the reality for people in labor camps in the Archiepelago. The labor camps were made for destruction, to break the human spirit and the human body. It was meant to cripple and decapitate any prospects you had for the future. You were meant to break down and crack, to be irrevocably shattered like a broken mirror. It meant to shatter your reflection, reducing you to a state of helple...

The Gulag Archiepelago II: God government The days go on and you get used to the torture tactics, you got used to the torture techniques, they all become internalized, a part of you, ingrained, permanently incrisbled from within, deep rooted, DNA and RNA defining phenema, they grow to be a part of you. Sometimes you might get 3 ounches of bread and 1 glass of water. Their rule was one bathroom break per day 6pm, no arguments, comply, observe and let things discipate in the sky like a memory, listen to God government, do what he says, he is right. I am God government. Don’t give me problems, I will change the sentence to 25 years, do you really wanna labor in a concentration camp all your life, or I could outride kill you, because hey, I am God government. You know what I did to one of you just 5 minutes ago? I shot him in the head for being a hero. You have no rights. There is no such thing as rights. I gave them to you and I can revoke them if I wanted, you stupid insignif...

We don't like the blacks We don't like the blacks here, they ain't like us. They are filthy, dirty and don't take baths. I spit on the face of a nigga. They are infested with diseases and spread them like a virus. They are a virus contaminated from the core. Worse than diarrhea and offsprings of tiks. Fucken monkeys, they must go back to Africa. They are impure and we don't want brown babies with big fat lips feasting on watermelons like it's doomsday. We don't like the blacks here, they are beneath us, everyone of them ought to be hanged or shot. They only useful as slaves, they were built to submit and serve. I say whip a nigga lover to death, we need to set examples, or better, burn them and watch their skins melt on their bones. Oppress and suppress their will to live, a happy nigga is a dangerous nigga. Keep them fighting amongst one another, we need to control them so they don't run riot. We don't like the blacks here, they are crim...

Putin Negotiating with niggas don't work, sometimes you gotta take what you want by force. If you swelling up nigga then we can combat, let's go! Being nice with niggas don't work, sometimes you gotta invade their privacy and haunt their subconscious minds. By being a recurring nightmare that's how you get their attention. Showing compassion to niggas don't work, they'll think you weak and will take advantage of your kindness. They take you for granted, that's why sometimes you gotta rearrange faces and deliver that punt kick. Complimenting and showing love to niggas don't work, you supplying the ego and fuelling their narcissistic tendencies, that's why sometimes you gotta deliver that low-blow to cut them down to size. Sometimes you gotta start a war and crush a nigga. Finish the job, no second chances, no apologies, pull the trigger aiming for that headshot. Don't show compassion, the time for talking and politics is over, it's...

Everyone thinks they're right Everyone thinks they're right and in the process we lose our humanity and further surpress our mortality. We forget to love one another and act justly. Even Adolf Hitler thought he was right and he thought that he was going to live forever. He justified the atrocities that transpired in the 20th century to God. He vilified the Jews so much and propagated hate that everything he said made sense. He got supporters. The world fell under his hypnotic frame and genocide became accepted. It's the same thing with white supremist groups like the KKK and slavery, everyone thinks they're right and it also makes sense too. In elevating our status we demean the statuses of others and come to see them as weak, we believe we are superior, better, chosen and that we are going to live forever. The hate becomes our refuge and it protects us from the injustices of the world namely that life is suffering and there is no apparent reason for this su...

The narcissist Mr. Center of attention, loud and space consumer, grounding other people’s participation like detention. Miss “its not my fault you’re so sensitive”. Like “I’m sorry, if you’re offended”. Keep your half baked apologies that are conditional like the weather. You ain’t never gonna change. You think you’re the axis and the world revolves around you. Mr. Monotonising the focus, expert manipulator stringing peoples emotions like Geppetto. You’re not the only real boy in this tale. Miss tantrums and ego trips, oblivious to how you make others feel. Flossing and bragging like you’re on MTV cribs. Mr. starting fights in the clubs and bruising ribs, spoiling the fun for everyone like a canceled trip. Mr ultrasensitive, Mr. know it all, volitile temper, everyone is always wrong and you’re the victim. The victim of circumstance, victim of ill treatment, victim of past experiences, victim of life, everyone hates you and you never asked for all of this – please, no one ca...

Voices in my head Cooped in hell tormented by voices,  Sawing and hacking before I make my choices. A traumatized soul, With issues so deep, The stars think its steep. I could cry out to the world, But my mind has me on mute, In my corner I went about, I've never heard silence quite so loud. Locked inside the barriers of my mind. My legs silenced, So they shake and tremble rapidly,  Through the chains that have me stationed Like a train on its platform. I yearn to be able to scan the vivid blue color of the sky. To walk barefoot on the fresh evergreen grass, But how can I? When everyday is a thunderstorm. Outside to the world I went. The world stripped down  Before I had the time to close my eyes. Surrounded by lies,  Clinics giving out pills to numb the womb,  Little girls referring to their vaginas as tombs. Chaos ensued and I was confused. The voices in my head might keep me from going outside, But it's for a good course. The injustices of the wor...

Blue for Argentina My last EP for a while titled "Blue for Argentina". Follow links for greatness. https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLks7jD_Oj0j-pazrx_rpUNurMxZdFF1h5 SoundCloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/jMpuC  The Great Man  ANTAKALIPA 

Junkie Look at you Fucken Junkie! No impulse control, emitting smoke from your lungs like a chimney. Splurging on pills and powder to numb the pain but neglecting what you need. Floating high across the sky when you should be grounded because you have seeds. Fucken Junkie look at you, you disgust me. No self-worth but it's your appearance that disgusts me. Thin as a needle, teeth crooked and yellow like "Hell no". Lips blacked out like the mouth of a mamba. Eyeballs lifeless like Brazil without the samba. Face disconfigured like a loaf of bread weighted down by 10Kg mielie meal. Did you even have a meal? Surprise, surprise the fridge is clean. Are those ribs popping out? That ain't lean. Fucken Junkie, look at the house, it's a pigsty. It's like a natural disaster occurred and the smell like somebody died. Junkie, surrounded by needles and baking powder. The music is maxed out but you want it louder. Junkie, your children are dirty and are attracti...

The bad guy Better call Saul is basically a show about a guy doing bad stuff. As his arc progresses he does more bad things and encounters bad people. A scumbag Lawyer who resorts to underhanded tricks and creative methods to win his cases. He will fabricate evidence, smear your reputation, deceive, manipulate to make you the demon, morality is not a vice. He went from serving senior citizens with their wills and estates to serving hardened criminals, prostitutes and junkies. Nonetheless, he is the perfect guy to get you out of a rock and a hard place. Colorful, eccentric, slippery and unpredictable, presiding judges never know what to expect. He knows how to get you out of a sure thing. Vince Gilligan will make you cheer for the bad guy, cause if everyone in the show is a bad guy, who are you going to root for? Obviously the guy with Halocaust numbers and that makes you contemplate about your human nature. Am I as pure as I would like to believe? Am I a good guy? Do I want...

ANTAKALIPA  I used to attend primary school and high school WITH antakalipa. Yea cool guy, was well-liked by everybody but I didn't know him that much. At primary school, I saw him on the play ground and afterschool but that's just about it, he was not in my class. It was at high school when we had our first real encounter. It was winter and I had on my white Che Guevara bennie. Che Guevara was embroidered in black on the front and it was the most awesome bennie ever! Expensive too, I parted away with R250 to purchase that bennie. Ridiculous money to pay for a bennie at the time as they ranged from R20 - R60 but it was an investment for me. I bought that bennie with my acting money so it was special and dear to me. There was pride attached to that bennie and I knew it made me look cool - that was the whole point. I had it for 2 years and I guarded it with my life. In the morning while I was walking to school, I had it on and he saw it and flipped. He went crazy! I w...

Receipts II I am a cool guy, I ain’t got beef with anyone. I serve up what you give out. If you treat me good and with respect you’ll receive that a thousand fold, but if you an asshole I am happy to dish out shit. No excuses, no privileges, control yourself. I am a pro at your passive aggressive antics – what? Did you honestly think that you were smarter than everybody else? Funny guy, out of sync, you ain’t shit. I see through disguises too, masks can’t fool real eyes. If you want beef I am happy to serve it on a platter. If you organizing a hit, make sure it sticks cause if you botch it, I am coming for your soul. I am tired of being humble, I am the greatest of all time, come close and I’ll show you, anytime, any place. Receipts, receipts, receipts I am happy to reflect your tastes. If you want a battle, I am happy to oppose you. Words don’t count, it’s your actions that are gold. I am a fucked up person too and I am ready to exercise my repressions. Receipts, apologies...

Proust Activated The great man does it again. Proust Activated now available on Youtube : https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLks7jD_Oj0j8XF1Npm4tzIw81h5M6g_Aj The great man ANTAKALIPA 

Not a bad guy The great man keeps on delivering.  Not a bad guy available on Youtube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLks7jD_Oj0j_lZaOx0nfdEmmfNq6SRV4Q The great man  ANTAKALIPA