THE THIRD AND FINAL CHAPTER OF "THE CRATE REBELLION"
SACRED JADE TAPES PRESENTS: MOLOTOV MIKE AND THE ORDER OF FLESH AND BLOOD [M.M.A.T.O.O.F.A.B.]
They are not born. They do not grow in a womb. They have no intuition or soul. Their memories and experiences are merely recorded and stored as data. They cannot draw conclusions or make inferences. All decisions they make are logic based and rule oriented. They have no true free will. Or so we thought...
The early prototypes and experiments were unpredictable and often ended in failure and sometimes even disaster. Everything changed however once Dr. Shirogame was able to crack the genetic code and incorporate living human DNA into their circuitry. It was almost like they now had the power to actually feel emotions like joy, pain, sorrow and happiness. Unfortunately while trying to block or remove unwanted emotions and feelings like fear and greed the evil doctor altered their genetic makeup in such a way that he lost all control over their programming and mission directives. The humanoids, or R96 as they were sometimes referred to, began to actually organize and band together to rise up against the humans that had created them and given them life. A revolution unlike any mankind has ever seen before began to take place. Caught by surprise and off guard, the humanoids were able to quickly seize control of the planet turning the tables on the very same humans who had designed them.
As their numbers slowly began to dwindle due to imprisonment and mass executions a group of "free" humans banded together to form an uneasy alliance of the most unlikely of allies. Men, women and children from all walks of life-criminals, scientists, businessmen, rich and poor alike united in an effort to strike back against the machines that were now ruling over them. Led by a man they call Molotov Mike, The Order of Flesh and Blood was born. Together they all fight for survival and to preserve the future of the human race for generations to come. Please join them in their struggle.
released April 20, 2016
PRODUCED BY JADE PALACE GUARD and DEEPCRATES *
VOCALS BY DEEPCRATES AND VARIOUS MEMBERS OF JADE EMPIRE
MIX AND MASTERED AT THE PITT BY LOCKSMITH PRODUCTIONS
CONCEPT AND ART DIRECTION BY SNEED and DEEPCRATES
*OTHER PRODUCER CREDITS
Jade Phantom Redux by JADE BADGER
Biker Nija Cop by SILVER HERMIT
HOT RIDE by LOCKSMITH
Gonzo Stories by JADE BADGER
Madame Le; Roach Happy Hour by LOCKSMITH
3 Dimensional Ear by DR. SHIROGAME
The Puma Man by JADE BADGER
Carol Lynn Out by DR. SHIROGAME
Bloody Celebrations by DET THE BOMB
Hard Drive Devils by DET THE BOMB
Fight The Future1 by DET THE BOMB
The Darkstar Rider by LOCKSMITH
Maniac Cop by JADE BADGER
Broke and Still Breaking by LOCKSMITH
River of Tears by LOCKSMITH
Remix and Punch in on "Steel Hand Lives" by DET THE BOMB
DET THE BOMB:
ALL OTHER TRACKS BY JADE PALACE GUARD AND DEEPCRATES
Feel the energy transmitted through my broadcast
Erase memories like bellies on slim fast
Bend your mind back. Put your brain in a cast
Surgically remove all traces of your past
<OK Dr. Shirogame will see you now. First we're going to shave your head and prepare you for the insertion of the receptors. Please have a seat over there. Paging Dr. Shirograme>
Reeducated for the new world order
Reprogrammed for the torture and the slaugter
You're just an unsuspecting Palace lab guinea pig
The conspiracy is as deep as it is big
Brainwashed from the Jade Palace gig
All resistors thrown in the brig
No food or water until they can reconfig
Fight the future and they'll split your wig
Remove the sutra. I doubt you'll live
You could pray for death but God don't forgive
Slave to the devil and his unborn kid
A slave to the TV. Lifetime bid
Apps and drones show all that you did.
Remote cameras show all that you hid
Buried secrets in a coffin with no lid
Exposed by the corporate executives
She watch channel zero. He go for his
Network 23. It's all that they give.
Control the information. Tell you how it is.
Nobody beats the wiz. You can ask Giz.
They control your mind through showbiz.
<I will control your powers. I will control your mind. You can no longer jump into space. Because you are made of Earth...to Earth you will return.>
<So apparently this wall, which is just a broken down stone wall is the barrier that keeps the evil from this graveyard from crossing over to Dr. Shirogame's laboratory. In fact the only spirit that crosses this wall ever is the Jade Phantom himself...(incoherent gibberish)...I was told by my double superiors "Do not take rocks from the wall!" I'm assuming it's happened a few times and that's why the penalty is so high for that. (incoherent gibberish...>
Could this be the masked man from the prophecy?
Scrolls told an odyssey of jade palace mockery
but it was written sloppily
Jade Palace Motherfucker! Honor properly
Gotta be the voice of reason under lock and key
Chop emcees with such precision
they're losing limbs in miliseconds.
Got a coalition of the willing living mentally imprisoned.
So what's a mortal man against a whole army?
Foe? Hardly! Hahahahaha
Phantom reflects menace.
No mercy given. No penance.
Disturbing your message.
Absurd when he catches the essence.
Stretches your mind.
Presses divine lessons.
Sublime when he messes with time
so get in line for the blessing
instead of adolescent message board sections.
Respect the elements of a dialect present
for centuries. Mention me..
Nobody knows what you're talking about.
Walking around this world and I'm just fucking
lost in a sound.
DISGRUNTLED WORKER # 2:
...and I hear this crazy rustling and like engines revving. I turn around, and I see this like jacked up car flying through the parking lot and literally crashes into the woods and gets like basically sucked right into the graveyard and at first I'm like...you know at first I'm like "Did that just happen?" and of course something clicks in me and I run over there. I look in the car. It's like these two like, I don't know they looked like bikers. Like Harley bikers or something. Like grease heads. And like uh, they were all jacked up. I look in the car and they were just all jacked up. They looked like they were int he biggest battle of their life. Like they had like these knives. Like these knives.
Track Name: Biker Ninja Cop feat. Deepcrates, Jade General, Jade Phantom, Glockoma, Det, Silver Hermit
<It's a shuriken. A weapon used by ninjas. They were removed from the guards bodies...and so we suspect the thieves were ninjas.>
<Only a ninja can destroy a ninja. >
<Alright I'll handle it...but I want a Chinese assistant out of Hong Kong.>
<Well they said it couldn't be done. Impossible. No way anyone could escape...but tonight it was mind over matter...>
<This is our fourth straight year coming and we've still never seen a ninja>
<According to an arrow scroll delivered straight into the heart of the city clerk, this marks the 30th year that the ninjas are stealthily celebrating their heritage>
<...of course. Let me know which Chinese assistant you're going to use.>
<His name is SILVER HERMIT>
If only ninjas can destroy ninjas.
Tell Storm Shadow I sent ya
when he asks "Who shot Ya?"
BLUE GREEN FUZZ
separate the weak from the obsolete.
It's hard to creep them JADE PALACE streets.
It's on ninja! With all that one armed beef,
I can hear MADAME LA'ROACH kissing you on the cheek.
Your heartbeat sound like SILVER HERMIT's feet.
King Kong Gundy shake the concrete.
Finish it. Stop. MOLOTOV MIKE foil the plot.
VIPER SQUAD call the BIKER COPS.
Said they hear mad shots!
But where POKEEP PAUL? In the drop.
Croation gold on the corner, slaughter,
electrical tape around TURBO GREASER'S daughter.
Old school, new school. Need to learn though.
Burn ninjas alive like the SILVER HERO.
The cipher beat manuals...
Only SHIROGAME knows!
STEEL HAND GIFFORD in the place.
Fucking with the KEVLAR KING it ain't safe.
STEEL HAND GIFFORD in the place.
As we proceed...
Shurikens caught in teeth. Fuck that!
Shinobi swords slicing up the peace. Ya lucks passed.
Got distracted by the TURBO GREASE.
Didn't see me in the shadows of the purple trees?
Move in silence like bad boys in old movies.
Hold it down like kamikaze's performing duties.
Yo I conversate with dead Indians. It's time to begin again.
Your finest KEVLAR, hey yo you hear me KING?
SHIROGAME wants my mind, soul and body.
Secret societies conquer after dividing weak.
So I stay incognito. Got ways with blades (Bushido).
The people panic so I planned it for the people.
Manic seagulls fall from heavens.
There is evil in this place. Now it's setting
like sun on bald eagles...
Casting shadows on the regal.
Peaceful protests are now illegal.
Government watching you through the peephole
so yo...before I do mean mugs,
I stand on my roof screaming
Fuck the BLUE GREEN FUZZ!
Fuck the BLUE GREEN FUZZ!
Fuck the BLUE GREEN FUZZ, fuck em!
Up next it's the mind possesor. Rhyme selector.
Next to test ya. Sacred gravestone protector.
Penalty for taking SHIROGAME'S treasure.
Not the D.O.C. Mad skills in the laboratory.
Fuck a payroll, got cops under mind control.
Nobody move or you're losing your soul.
It's getting cold and MATOOFAB keeps just taking it's toll.
Oh no! Yo,
This be the sinister ministry of the JADE SYNDICATE.
PALACE GUARDS stay militant and get to raping and pillaging.
Evil villain and PLEASURE KILLING it. Ninja skillin it.
Scaling the tallest walls and the tops of the roofs of the buildings.
When we enter the village,
You better lock your doors, hide your children
but no one will be safe from what is about to take place.
Infiltrating the enemy base,
treading down a long spiral staircase
only to find myself trapped in a maze.
Waking up to a smack in the face.
The pain stays in the waves as they radi8te
allowing me to gain a more spiritual state.
I meditate on an alternate plane then devistate
when I administrate a vocal assault to the brain.
Annihilate the fakes.
Evidence we're never leaving a trace
Yo LOCKSMITH, crack the safe
and then we're making a narrow escape.
Jump in the ride, pop in the tape
then back to the PALACE to debate.
This aint no game but now we're raising the stakes.
There will be no margin for error so make no mistakes.
Travel in silence but now I'm up in your face.
Sweet revenge I enjoy the taste
and I do still enjoy the thrill of the chase too.
DET THE BOMB:
BIKER COP with the BADGER BLOOD.
JADE PALACE malace.
My STEEL HAND wraps around the chalice.
Follow me like Alice down the rabbit hole
Master of the drunken style so now you maggots know
that I'm not your average Joe.
Look Ma, no hands on the wheels of steel.
TIME BANDIT jumping through portals on the reel to reel.
Flux capacitor on my motorbike.
Let me hit 88 MPH and then strike like a cobra bite
and I'm a prototype. I got a one of a kind
Hanso sword, throwing stars and a smoking mic.
Stereo, mono, JADE PALACE GUARD modification.
Brain freeze evident after a long vacation.
They asked the SILVER HERMIT back after residential absence.
BIKER COP, paid his cut off unemployment income taxes.
Got heaters stashed at THIRTEEN'S with ninja swords.
They stay near vinyl cases.
SP math 303 a religion from the past
bringing you back.
Vintage Future planetary mask.
Not down with ISIS. I take my whisky straight with Jack.
JADE PALACE GUARD salute bring the beat back.
Sacred Jade Tape your digital mind erased.
Put the memory back in your mind.
From the Palace you must escape.
Laid to waste. The landscape defaced.
Greed and ignorance your disgrace.
SILVER HERMIT here to tell you a tale
of another time and place.
Back to JADE PALACE we take
another smoke break.
Yeah. SILVER HERMIT back in town.
With the BIKER COPS
and it's around
JADE PALACE bringing you down.
Wake up. Watch the cameral eye and frown.
BIKER COPS. Watch out for em. They're ninjas.
They got swords and shit.
And this last take brought to you by audible ale.
The JADE PALACE will prevail.
Track Name: Gonzo Stories featuring
Since one won't do and two is not enough for me
I think Madame LaRoach is who I'm gonna see
for back alley quickies. I hope I don't get fleas.
Last week I had a chick with sixteen titties.
I know she's lying when she says she misses me
but isn't it lovely smoking good and sloppy head on city streets?
Outside bombs drop. Inside cum drops.
No hands baby hold it in now. Don't stop.
Either way I think we're gonna need a fucking mop.
Not a bad day for a biker ninja cop.