I.K.P.

I.K.P.

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Soul searching, story-telling music with an innovative punch over pleasant backdrops reminiscient of favored hip-hop classics. If you're concerned about the direction hip-hop music is headed for, this will be the current that breaks the persistent waves.

Biography

Rap artist I.K.P. is not your average entertainer. His worldly experiences and determination to bring a different facet to the current state of the hip-hop world provides the backdrop for the extensive depth in his words and appeal in his music. I.K.P. was born Kenny Margarito Alvarez to two happily married native Hondurans in the East New York section of Brooklyn, New York as the last of 6 siblings. His father worked as a merchant marine for over 25 years and mother works as a nurse in various hospitals and homes throughout her career. Being raised in Norfolk, Virginia during his teen years the young, shy prodigy discovered his interests in writing, drawing and collecting music. As early as 13 years of age, his hobbies included collecting music from CDs and storing them on his home computer, creating a digital collection of hits from all of his favorite artists. He grew fond of breaking down tracks and remixing songs with different music editing software and creating original CDs, impressing his family and friends. As he developed his ear for the creation of music, he subsequently began writing rap songs. To amplify his writing style, he acquired a penchant for employing various poetic devices to boost his level of lyricism. He showed strength in his English courses, which gave him the inspiration he needed to advance his writing talents, although he would not quite put full effort behind his academic studies. In addition, Alvarez found inspiration from his own life and the lives of others around him, often writing stories about himself and others to add more personality to his work in development. While in school, Alvarez would dub himself “Infamous K” around friends, who took notice to his interest in rap. As a pastime, he would often pass around notebooks for other aspiring artists to include their raps and display their skill. On his own, Alvarez had continued to write and develop his rapping skills through various outlets such as open-mic sessions and talent shows available in order to hone his performance skills and delivery as well as fostering his confidence.
While serving in the military briefly, he continued to find solace in writing and cultivating his other talents. But it wasn’t until early 2007 the young service member would receive devastating news that ultimately influenced his decision to pursue his dreams. Early January, shortly after the new year had commenced, Alvarez was informed that he HIV positive. Realizing he would need support more than ever to pursue his dreams, he informed his family of his status. It was then he discerned that the blank opinions of others would be unmatched to the unbridled support of his immediate family members. He effectively began planning ways to make his vision a reality. Eventually he would dub himself “Infamous K. Plus” adding the “Plus” to signify a triad of indications: first, as a compliment to his HIV status; second, attributing his growth in experience from his days as simply “Infamous K”; and finally, paying homage to his mission to produce positive messages in his music.
All of his efforts toward acuminating his talents had finally come to a culmination when Alvarez decides to invest in his own future by manifesting a demo CD to attempt a chance at notoriety. He began by purchasing his own equipment to create a makeshift studio in his own apartment. Using a single condenser microphone attached to a preamplifier and his laptop computer, Alvarez began recording tracks to his first demo, financing all the material, production, and equipment himself. He would gather original instrumentals from a myriad of hungry producers worldwide found online, and arranging them to fit his written material to create authentic tracks for his release. Now at age 22, I.K.P. would continue to reach out to his family for support in establishing himself. His first release, On The Verge Of Collapse, due at the top of 2008, initiates his mission in creating positive music, reflecting on his life and the lives of others has he has always done.

Lyrics

Devotion

Written By: I.K.P.

1.
At a loss for words I, pray silently
Just realized how much I hate being alone
See myself as an outcast like I just been disowned
No personal fulfillment, my chances long gone
It seem like the sorrow’s insurmountable
I’m at a point where any kind of love is valuable
Don’t say I’m desperate or misguided
See I’m at a crossroads looking for paths to survive this
So genuine and so carefree
Fortunate to have her husband for more than 3 decades
My man cheated on his girl in his first year
With her cousin, the couple be fighting like who the toughest
Hope my moms take care of herself, she diabetic
But she don’t care, defeat is something she never accepted
My devotion is something that’s so perfected
Cuz when reality bites so many lives affected

2:.
I lost weight, Mook found it, how astounding
How people like my nigga Zay remain so grounded
I know you’re not promised tomorrow
But what right does someone have to take it away
With the games they play
I’m getting thrown off course with the change of pace
Through all the turbulence I keep, the grace in place
B-B-Basically, Medusa and all the snakes getting chased away (yeah)
I want it so bad I can taste it
The ability to scrape faces, not a day wasted
To scaling back, but I do it so you can look past
All that I am, follow me on a path
To a journey and the destination is uncharted
My only guide is God or a goddess (why?)
My devotion, something that’s so perfected
When reality bites, so many lives affected

3::
The saline flow intravenously
For a second, thought I felt Jesus breathe with me
He trynna tell me I can’t do it all alone
But I persist; strong-willed, I need no assist
I can’t tell the difference between who God sends
And otherwise, exactly where my mind bends
Removing negative energy and impurities
Like antibiotics that flow from IVs
Through my thick skin
Couldn’t tell you which basket my heart sits in
I wanna love again
The love of my life is history, so I believe
The others that vie, they must continue to try
Or maybe I’m the one vying
For the attention I once had with my former
The problem with that I can’t just be a friend
Still got my heart which is where it ends and where it starts

Sweep

Written By: I.K.P.

Real talk, I kill ’em wit immaculate statements
Real talk, I kill ‘em wit immaculate statements
Real talk, I kill ‘em wit immaculate statements
Real talk, I kill ‘em wit immaculate statements

Verse 1:
Uh
Keep the nigga zoning while he boning
Fucking up his neurotransmitters like serotonin
I’m always ready for it but you never giving it
Even with all the Ritalin, still don’t feel you into it
I like getting intimate
But if you slim-cutters can’t cut it, run back to your tenements
This is for the bold talk, submission to the innocence
I gotta fire-bomb to incinerate ya remnants
It’s pivotal that I become the pinnacle
Master of crea-fuckin-tivity
Through the habitual ridicule
sending me cryptic sig-a-nals of death, they couldn’t limit me
Ya shit is disapproved so you in a bitter mood
Then you slow down product-fuckin-tivity
It’s pitiful the pussycats wouldn’t “Stick-to-you”
If death come in three’s, watch out for the trinity
The trinity…

Verse 2:
You must be boy wonder cuz you smoking “bat-shit”
Can’t blame you cuz my fuckin jazz is acid
Keeps you beating up the kitty cat till it’s road kill
You’re so fulfilled; the icy death left a cold chill
I came to educate, never hate so celebrate
You getting broke off so much you never get a break
My mom is like a timeless Christian
Through divine assistance, yet, I’m vindictive
If I’m a good person with a good heart
Book-smarts, ride Express, so I can look sharp
Why should I finish last, nobody likes that
So it’s more worthwhile to see an adversary get trapped
And with today’s good forgotten by tomorrow
Yesterday’s pain becomes easy to barter
More to gain working with paybacks
Something like a tax return, straight facts!
Straight facts...

Verse 3:
Rakim, MC Lyte, LL Cool; ya’ll grew up on
Nas, B.I.G., Jay; that’s who I grew up
T.I., Jeezy, Luda, Wayne; that’s what they’ll grow up on
The generations look ahead in disdain, but what for?
Everything has a snap
Back then it was more “Boom-Boom-Clap” and New Jack with the crack
Why are we afraid of change when they rap?
Music was never the same when they gave the mike so a Black
As long as there’s folk representing every face of hip-hop
It doesn’t matter how strong the 808 Bass
Bumps in the trunk of casual rap fans
We help influence the world, at a glance
The impact is just as important as where it came from
The Blues still in it, the soul still in it
The party still rock until all the liquors finish
Why can’t we support each other while they try to attack our premise?
I got the premise, the premise...

Git R. DONE!

Written By: I.K.P.

Ain’t Nothing left to say but..
JACO – SAGE!!(Git it done!)
Gemynii! (Git it done!)
Black Pearl (Git it Done!)
Dougie Fresh (Git it Done!)
How we do! (We get it Done!)

Chorus:
I know you sick of them, cuz you know they never get it done
I know you sick of them, cuz I know they never get it done
You trynna bring it on, then let’s (GIT R DOOOONNE!!!)
I gotta specialize so that’s why I gotta get it done

Verse 1:
I kick a spell from my citadel near Riverdale
My mental health endangering me just like a killer whale (Free Willy!)
Ya temple dwells with a bitter smell, I’m off the Richter scale
Officials hail, you digging dog shit when ya system fail (*dog growl*)
Sick as sickle cell, silver bells when they kiss and tell (*smooch*)
Stress kills, issues expel from my crystal shell-
Cigar pipe, keeps the civil hell to a minimal
If the bridges fell, then I guess you gotta bid farewell (bye-bye)
I trip a triple threat, split his knee so it’s critical (OW!! Muthafuckaaaaa!)
Get a little elf to hit a male cuz he getting stale
In comparison, shit’ll pale, he too typical
Sipping Zinfandel, chickens trail to get his dick to swell (*zip*)

Is you dumb? Don’t make me the uncivil one
If they know about me, they know I gotta get it done
Where you from don’t matter if you just getting some
If they know about you, then they know you get it done

Chorus:
I know you sick of them, cuz you know they never get it done
I know you sick of them, cuz I know they never get it done
You trynna bring it on, then let’s (GIT R DOOOONNE!!!)
I gotta specialize so that’s why I gotta get it done

I know you sick of them, cuz you know they never get it done
I know you sick of them, cuz I know they never get it done
You trynna bring it on, then let’s (GIT R DOOOONNE!!!)
I gotta specialize so that’s why I gotta get it done

Verse 2:
I’m in it for the fam, so I’m in it when shit hit the fan (*fans*)
Yes, I give a damn, till I’m finished I resist the hand
That glistens in the pan, that diversion has you switching plans
If I’m in demand, I get the sharks swimming in the sand (Ahhh!!! JAWS!!)
Difficult to brand, it put’s ya mission in the can
You listen to that man? That decision screws ya wisdom
My wisdom get chiseled to precision for these little tramps
I shift the olive branch up the colon of ya middleman
Flick ya likkel camp, gotta crush ‘em into milligram
A minute for the champ to get his dimwits assembling
A million Hondurans band, Brazilians, Dominicans
I’m bringing the business and, I’m reppin infinite (Huh?)

Is you dumb? Don’t make me the uncivil one
If they know about me, they know I gotta get it done
Where you from don’t matter if you just getting some
If they know about you, then they know you get it done

Chorus:
I know you sick of them, cuz you know they never get it done
I know you sick of them, cuz I know they never get it done
You trynna bring it on, then let’s (GIT R DOOOONNE!!!)
I gotta specialize, so that’s why I gotta get it done

Verse 3:
I see you in the ranks; GET IT UP! GET IT UP!
Money in the bank; GET IT UP! GET IT UP! (ha-ha haaaaa)
Let’s set the record straight, my bars bend but never break
They trynna regulate, them reckless featherweights
I use my extra weight to desecrate laws in several states
But, some stretch of fate, came fuckin test of faith
They question my validity, these second-rates interrogate
(Bloop!) I’m erudite, more info than terabytes
On server farms, scars on dons I leave my words upon
Don’t believe what you hear, fuck where you heard it on
Serve the onslaught to nervous jerks at the burst of dawn
Get the girdle, jump the hurdle, watch for the curse!

Chorus:
I know you sick of them, cuz you know they never get it done
I know you sick of them, cuz I know they never get it done
You trynna bring it on, then let’s (GIT R DOOOONNE!!!)
I gotta specialize, so that’s why I gotta get it done

I know you sick of them, cuz you know they never get it done
I know you sick of them, cuz I know they never get it done
You trynna bring it on, then let’s (GIT R DOOOONNE!!!)
I gotta specialize, so that’s why I gotta get it done

Discography

On The Verge Of Collapse - first demo CD.