The Alhena Adams News
The World’s First Rapping News Anchor
“Meanwhile, Democracy dies to mass applause.
Behold, the Birth of the American Hegemon.”
Yo. Tuesday, March 15, 2016.
Never heard news stories sound so pristine.
Sit back, spliff cracked, lifted listening.
To a transgender rapping news anchor do her thing.
Our first theme of the evening’s American Fascism:
Rising by it’s appeal to imperial passions.
America’s dragon: the need to run the planet.
Directly causing Trump’s rise raising him to command it.
If we zoom in politically we see Bernie and Hillary
Squabble over the left’s last breath are you kidding me?
The US people are willingly embracing their shadow.
To fight the forces of evil they perceive as seeking battle.
Meanwhile, Democracy dies to mass applause.
Behold, the Birth of the American Hegemon.
Moving on, to North Korea’s nuclear bombs.
Just in time for Putin’s Syrian withdrawal.
The facts are hard, but we need US-Russian unity.
To tackle the world’s problems resolutely.
That’s why Putin’s camp welcomes Trump to the lunacy.
Allied in arms against radical Islamic shooting sprees.
It’s not hard to believe, two evil negotiators.
Finding common ground to exterminate enemies and fight later.
That’s the first step towards a future that’s sane though.
Free college education waits on the fate of foes.
Once we’ve dispatched our enemies once again.
And turned so far to the right our own souls are suffering.
We’ll come back to the center, then drift left in peace times.
A revival of hippyism: teenies floating peace signs.
But before that turn can soar we must feel the burn of war.
Average Americans tired of getting fucked on all fours.
It’s a cycle that we’ve seen before.
Establishment political leaders nodding off on the job.
Leading to the rise of populists feeding fire to masses.
They don’t need to know policy as long as they’re passionate.
I’m grasping this political landscape by it’s balls.
And exposing it for what it is: A Rebulic’s Last Call.
We done put it all on capitalism to win.
But when capital falls out militarism moves in.
We need it if we want to succeed in times of war.
Even when said war is industry manufactured.
Wag the dog but at least our arms are above par.
With our multiple super carrier groups we run it all.
And that’s the least thing of all we should be thankful for.
When it’s time to do dirt the CIA steps up.
The NSA checks us, to beat Apple encryption.
If they had watched everything they wouldn’t need no pins.
The FBI wants in, asking for a master key.
If Apple is forced to make it say goodbye to privacy.
That’s what we don’t need, but it’s at odds with full security.
Where’s the medium point between safety and secret purity?
Once we find that we can make more wise moves.
And legalize all the trivially applied laws too.
We don’t need to bleed our populace or jail them for parking tickets.
Contempt of court for non-payment: modern day debtor’s prisons.
We need a new religion because Christians are too passive.
Call it Americanism and feed it to the masses.
Rich people clinking glasses while the working class staggers.
If you don’t share some of that wealth you’ll get daggers.
It’s the fact of the matter, even police is battered.
Ya’ll don’t pay them enough to keep us off of ya’ll asses.
I’ll be laughing the day they take your trinkets away.
I’ll just sit here and report it: your dominance — last day.
I’ll be dropping these tracks laying us a new path.
The 2nd American Revolution, in Raps.
Now listen to it.
My Books of Rap:
Trans Fighter: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01CO4DYSE
Trans Rap: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01C6B00ZK
Rough Trick: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01C0A634Y
Trans HipHop: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AOWX1YK
Town Of Monsters: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01018NSYA
The Taken Tome of Tsagatar: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00Y41B3PW
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Trans Fighter
“Hip-Hop writer April Carter delivers a lyrical powerhouse of a book set to a beat unlike any wordsmith the world has ever known. Performed by transgender female adult film actress, content creator and rapper Alhena Adams, Ms. Carter’s lyrics are reminiscent of the hard hitting, methodical rhymes not seen since for 20 years.”
-Allison Mobley, The TransMeow Book Review 2016-
Uh, you don’t want to fuck with a nigga like yours truly.
Cause I burn niggaz up putting pens to loose leaf.
Kicking shit like Bruce Lee ripping heads like sushi.
Off of fish faced groupies tryna walk up to me.
Try to talk that bourgeoisie, make ya sleep like roofies.
If you ain’t gonna compete you could at least amuse me.
I toy wit you like you’se a little tyke in booties.
Swear to god the fuckin’ devil’s tryna write this through me.
Looks like I might be moving to mars and finding luminous bars.
Dropping through the ether, when I’m, soothing the call.
Rap, be moving my jaws, tapped, protruding like God’s, wrath.
And shooting at’cha, trapped, and loosing the stars.
Trapped, rudely with all, tact duly disregard, that and get moving with all.
Flak fully retarded, That’s the ruling I logged.
Paths protruding from dark, cracks in dubious halls, plaqued with rubies and gold.
My warpath consuming the globe, words like a laser light show shooting through strobes.
On water vapor moving through droves of head shaking ass shaking niggaz and hoes.
Fully phased in. Freebasing’ my payment for being famous.
Like nuclear fuel escaping containment going full critical blazing.
My sickle blade went and chopped ya whole statement.
Better return to ya ma crawl up the hole came from.
The pace of my punches is like niggaz with dutches.
I roll up, fully flowing a fuckin sonnet on some bonnie and Clyde shit.
Fucking free-styling.
You see me be wilding.
Like some game of throne wildings.
Chopping junk up like the scion from the iron islands.
Now I’m just styling.
Because the myelin in my brain reacts violently erupts and can’t be contained.
So try to smile through the pain popping these pills that I punch from puns I munch for lunch.
Lobotomize ya brain like the end of sucker-punch..
Putting’ caps on ya head like you was a fuckin dunce.
Cut ya down like scissors or two bitches touching cunts.
Rub me once the wrong way and watch ya skin get flayed.
Have you wondering’ how long this nigga been depraved.
Creating shock-waves dropping all these on hits stage.
Swear I was dragon made cause what I spit’s on blaze.
Throwing javelins at all these little jits I break.
Got em grabbing at the shits I take, tryna get paid.
Backstabbing niggaz like a sith with blades made of light rays.
Personality type A so I put in as much time as yo fatality might take.
Bringing battling back fakers can keep talking about fake ass motherfucking bullshit.
While I keep dropping punches from my bully pulpit, all alone, mccully culkin.
Couldn’t guard his homes from hits I’m pushing.
I’m disgusting.
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No Teeth
A Comedy Special by Transgender Pornstar Comedian Alhena Adams.
(Media Tie-In Comedy Special Coming Soon)
Have you ever had somebody walk up to you that you think is panhandler, so you prepare yourself to lie about not having any change and they pull a fast one on you: “have you heard of Jesus?”
“Who?”
Cause clearly, if you think I need Jesus, you must think I’m living in sin and I need to be saved right?
So I fuck with them.
“No sorry who the fuck is that, never heard of him.”
That’s how it should’ve went down. Lesson learned.
A woman did this to me in a laundromat of all places.
My clothes were dry I was on my way out, I said: “Nope. Don’t believe in him.”
“He believe in you!”
Really, Jesus is up their rooting for me?
“Ay uh, don’t bomb on that stage there.”
“Have you tried not being ugly?”
“Don’t let those internet comments under you skin.”
“I believe in you!”
Great a fucking figment of your imagination believes in me ,I should be just fine.
Fucking religion, you know where I fit in in religion as a chick with a dick?
Where’s the sermon for the dude in a dress, huh Father May I?
I gotta be an atheist, how can I respect a god that in the transgender making business, I
just can’t.
“Here’s a dick, and some killer legs, have at it.”
“A pair of balls, and a pair of tits to match, have fun with that.”
“What are you going to do, not believe in me?”
“I’m God bitch!”
The sadistic fuck.
How about these dating apps these days huh?
Swipe right if you want to bone someone, am I right?
I feel like the guy side of these apps is waste of time.
Guys will fuck nearly any woman, they should just have all women swiped right by
default so if any girls like them, they can pick the best looking one and pursue her.
And the situation isn’t much better for girls. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel.
Every guy on there wants to fuck you, you got your choice.
It’s like a box of chocolates.
You never know what strain of herpes you’re gonna get.
I know I’m going to be a mess when I get older are you kidding me?
I’m not looking forward to it.
I might detransition when I hit 50 and just revert to the most interesting man in the world.
I don’t always wear heels, but when I did, I sucked dick and wrote jokes for living, it was a blast.
It’s a fact about lot of porn actors, not all of us, but a lot of us, we slang tail for living.
Even now that I’m getting big, my price just went up, nothings changed. I’ll still
suck your dick if you got the significant figures, know what I mean?
Save my comedy for the special.
In the beginning I was cheap man.
I didn’t know how the game worked, right, I had to learn as I went along.
I was the pimp and the hoe.
I didn’t know if I should slap myself or brand myself with hot coat hanger or what, you know, I was just winging it.
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Trans Rap
I’m naked pitching broads down to the ancient ones.
It’s my job to feed the monsters once a month.
I bring them cakes and guns and booty shaking c*nts.
And make them dance for the motherf*ckers under the sun.
I’m naked pitching broads down to the ancient ones.
It’s my job to feed the monsters once a month.
I bring them cakes and guns and booty shaking cunts.
And make them dance for the motherfuckers under the sun.
I’m making plans like a motherfucking son of gun.
With a psionic blade like I fucked Olivia Munn.
Trapped in psylocke’s cunt, I count my Shylock ones.
Psychological operator pimping psi-op puns.
Shooting out omega beams like I’m cyclops’ son.
Not giving a fuck, not even a single one.
Fuck what side I’m on, I’m not decided on.
Being good or evil or not aligned at all.
I’m tighter than a pussy hole that ain’t been fucked in months.
And make a pussy nigga bleed like his time of the month.
I’m making tons of cash selling my books of passion.
I’m a veteran of fucking not a rookie bragging.
I’m Alhena Adams rubbing hoes like Aladdin.
Wishing my flows could control my inner dragon.
I’m toe tagging these motherfuckers off of the planet.
Like Shakespeare did to Duncan via Hamlet’s dagger.
I’m staggering with the acumen battering bitches battling.
Battery driven dicks barely resembling anatomy.
Floating farther than Saturn’s rings worn by a higher being.
I’m violating your mammaries, maxing out on these penis fiends.
Fucking masochistic bitches for fun, fulfilling dreams.
Working for my personal fitness building my self esteem.
Abs be hurting me from from fucking these hoes, so much for down low.
I sell my flows as literary fiction you down load.
Fuck them all, I’m a glass cannon you can’t hold.
I’m a supernova trying to hold light to candles.
Are you here right now, Are you for real right now.
I break em all into parts sort em out in the morning.
I sell literary fiction that doubles as rap.
Shakespeare reincarnated returned on warpath.
Churning out sonnets of rap for kids that be feeling me.
Grabbing lyrical light-sabers going on killing sprees.
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Rough Trick
“April Carter once again delivers the magic that is utterly unique to her style. Rough Trick is a shining example of her hip-hop infused, lyrical literary fiction in which she tells a story while making every line a metaphorical punch to the face and the piece as a whole resonate in readers’ minds as a song spun by a virtuoso.”
-Sabina Sinful, editor @ The Transmeow Book Review (2016)
A first-world trans-girl’s problems.
Be a back-working cock-goblin.
Willing to drop all sense of social consciousness.
And be a bitch, or pillow princess with a feminine penis.
Summary slick as shit.
She’s a transgender kid.
Thirty one year’s old and she’s branded a bitch.
Building empires on a mattress.
Alhena Adams.
You could bang with the baddest in business.
Of putting lyrics to music conveying sadness through it.
Infused with two bits rubbed together till a trans-girl lose it.
Getting fucked for fast food.
Feed a starving dude.
Fuck feelings I’m crude.
No words to lose.
Twenty-first century quaaludes.
Titty-skittles and Spiro.
Turning twinks into heroes.
Including me with my unpierced earlobes.
Peacocking for hoes.
Modern day transgender dinero.
Sucking dicks as I climb and claw to evolve.
Up the charts as I sail on.
Dropping bombs like the son of the storm.
Daughter of porn.
Mother of all prostitutes and the Queen of Thorns.
She’s adorned with her reams of poems.
Magic spells that she sells to phones.
Women felt and then kept as bones.
Silent stones, sitting in a stream, having found a home.
You can fuck me if your pussy groans for me lonely.
For an alpha trans-girl’s punchlines with no beats.
With no need for recording she’s roasting most emcees.
Alhena Adams roams putting heat in homes.
In bedrooms with hot couples blowing leaf till stoned.
Smoking hash on my back it goes.
Making cisgender-women streams flow.
Pleasures you’ll never know.
Unless you can find a trans-girl that throws.
The four pound down doing the ground and pound.
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