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I didn’t plan for this, selective randomness
And in the animus
I would be an anarchist
But in life I am a slave to conveniences
I study geniuses and their thought process
If you’re receiving this, how is that not progress?
I’m so proud of me, they almost beat it out of me
So I would only be who I was allowed to be
A form of limitation, a life of imitation
Intimidation till your dreams seem so evasive
It’s so persuasive it’s easy to accept the changes
Before you know it, your dreams are in mortal danger
They need a champion who can fight for them
So tap me in, I fight to win
I’m a gladiator who observes behavior
When I combine the two it’s an exquisite flavor
So let’s have a toast,
Here’s to hopelessness
Cause sometimes in the dark is where you find bliss
I won’t define this but if you rewind this
You’ll find the inner-workings of what this rhyme is
It’s in plain view but I won’t blame you
If you miss the messages, I’m the same too
That’s human psychology, an odyssey
I’ll remain true to what I gotta be
And there’s probably some
Sort of a prophecy
That could explain all the things that have been lost to me
And what’s the cost to be free?
Can we afford it?
Is there a shortage of those who would support it?
And it’s historic the way the past is metaphoric
So the future is unsure of what came before it
And I am not prone to violence
Neither am I known for my silence
When my fate is decided, At least I’ll know I’ve been guided
By the merits of actions, integrity of my intentions
Compare it to my traction, times the sum of my inventions
Although it’s formulaic, it’s also altruistic
For those who missed it,
My history is more than the some statistics
From the pain that was inflicted
You can’t possibly calculate the range of my limits
I turned pain to passion with my lyrics
But I don’t know what you hear when you hear it
But every single listener, I cherish
I have survived through eras
I’ve improved through my errors
I’ve faced most my terrors
Like, thee abandonment of my endeavors
Cause I lacked the funding for fun things
So now I turn away from mirrors
It’s so hard to face this, but no matter the basis
Butterflies were caterpillars, it’s all different phases
Once I adopt that, no one can stop that
Vision which is clearer
If I apply it, others may try it,
Then our dreams could make a come back
And there’s no question what I’m suggesting
Soothes like aloe vera
Refreshing, so I am questing, avoiding the same traps
I was born a physical form, I shall not remain that
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What's Coming?
02:57
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Grindstone
03:34
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When I’m alone in lack of illumination
That’s when creation comes calling
I gotta be patient, I’m putting my all in
And it’s appalling how many years have passed since I visited here
It’s like a ghost town, perfect for facing my fears
Am I good enough? Is what I write the stuff of legends?
Or am I just another who’ll discover that time was of the essence?
I think it’s somewhere in-between there
That seems fair,
All this work I have put in, I would deem rare
This is a excavation of my best creations
And every statement will not end with exclamation
There is range in this, every verse isn’t the same as this
I find myself explaining this in many different languages
The mother tongue of the young, the lingo of the unsung
Or to anyone who can focus my aimlessness
Cause I’m an extrovert, and I’m an introvert
And It takes extra work to navigate, even for an expert
And this is text book on how to get your neck hurt
The drum pattern don’t respect the limits of what you can exert
So be cautious and prepared to meet your losses
And lost causes, and ALL monsters in closets
Up close and personal
That’s what these verses DO
At least for me, but you choose what works for you
To each his own, I reach beyond the great unknown
When I make these songs and I create these poems
To right/write the wrongs, despite cliches, words CAN break bones
Even if indirectly, even if all my loved ones try to protect me
Even if all of my peers respect me
Even if all of my failures reject me
I wouldn’t it trust it anyway, that would seem sketchy
This ain’t milestone, it’s a grindstone
Imma gonna sharpen my edges,
Walk blindfolded on ledges
Harness the power of the mind stone
But who will I sacrifice?
What do I love that much in life?
What is my appetite for the rapping life?
And what is my Vision for the afterlife?
I can not answer that, I’m still processing it
When I pass on, perhaps I’ll learn what the lesson is
And let my fate be shown publicly
I want the whole world to see exactly what ended me
Or what hindered me,
Sometimes I remember the past
How did I last? You have to ask?
I mean that literally…
Do not belittle me, do not consider me
An easy target, physically or mentally
Or emotionally, that side’s the most of me
But best believe it’s not a means of controlling me
This is emotionally stability, you feeling me
An exercise in who I could really be
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Following Me
02:07
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Shady figures, shadowy dwellers
Curb servers, dream peddlers
Life meddlers, some are hecklers
Some would edit us, rather credit us
It’s what I said it was, back when I said it first
And when see em gathered, I’m gonna yell ‘Disperse’
And, watch ‘em scatter, collect the data
Of all their actions, which didn’t matter
Or so they acted, but now they’ve retracted
The previous notion of their interactions
Fingers are pointing, it’s so disappointing
But I guess every soul needs some anointing
Even the wicked, and conflicted
Wait a minute…something is missing
Ah, there I spy it, being all quiet
Imma walk up behind and surprise it
Cause I surmise it’s still in disguise
I can see the hate in its eyes
Even from it’s back side
From the way it attracts flies
From it’s demeanor I can tell it has spat lies
I follow it to a high rise, it splits in two,
Part goes off to the dark side
Down an alley way, which should I follow
The fulfilled or the one that is hollow
Each is desperate for different measures
Of life’s treasures, hidden pleasures
Public pressure, it could it break you
But the wrong path, how far will take you?
I’m on the striaight and narrow, no monkeys in my barrel
This is serious, haunting as a Christmas carol
It’s all perception, it’s all balances
Since my conception, I’ve faced challenges
By now look at me this is the best me
From how long it took, I lost the recipe
This isn’t memory, this is instinct
This is medicinal for when the skin breaks
But for my prey, I wouldn’t share a prayer
WAIT…I just realized I’m walking in a house of mirrors
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Misdirection
01:43
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What is the state of your sanity currently?
How do you account for your vanity
More importantly?
What is your certainty
I wouldn’t hurt MCs
Purposely
Preferably for a certain fee
But it’s been quite a while since my battle days
Am I a shadow of myself? Maybe some ways
But like sun rays, I bring better days
Is there better way to celebrate than escape
From what is ailing you, there’s options available
All you do is just your schedule
Mark a time to start
Then when to end it,
for all the fun that you have intended
You deserve it, don’t be nervous
You can go anywhere this earth is
That’s a lot of places, I’ve seen a lot of cases
Where the cure was simply some new faces
Or exploring night till morning
Just do what you feel is important
This is your time, hopefully I’ll get mine
In the near future, I’m in line
just a few in front of me
I see this opportunity, coming along nicely
I will enjoy this, already predestined
On this voyage, I won’t need a profession
This is off time, I’ll spend it offline
Hello nature, take me into your design
Show me your beauty,
bonding with nature does something do me
Come back feeling like a new me
So if you knew me, come re-meet me
It’s SOME changes, not completely
But significant, assuming I stick with it
You know how difficult that can get
Maintaining cause your brain’s aching
At the train station
Or on your drive to work
Pain for faking like it’s ok
Things are going your way
But in truth, life hurts
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Prelude to a vow of silence
This wasn’t based on science
It’s from the same root causes that produced the Mayansi
If my horizons are based on my compliance
I predict it will restrict my future triumphs
BUT this Ain’t about me
It’s about WE
An analytical look at what we could be
But let’s go back to where it came from
When the world was more in tune to the same drum
Back when caverns, housed inhabitants
Hunters, gathers, how did they handle this?
I didn’t read this, I just believe this
Is possible, I’d guess call it logical
They drew on walls to communicate
So the whole tribe’s ideas could integrate
Gain an understanding of all their life’s planning
It was so glorious, yet at a disadvantage
When time didn’t allow for you to sketch a thought
And, your immediate surroundings could leave you caught
In danger, it could be stranger
Or a bear, or a lion, or a alligator
It depends on your region, and the season
And, in certain cases, what you believe in
Superstition it ran rampant
It was magic if you couldn’t understand it
But understand this, time demanded
That man evolve the way they interacted
I would imagine that’s due to traveling
Across the map, human expansion
Discover new tribes, try some new vibes
Finding ways to talk, that could save lives
It took time but we got sophisticated
In the ways that we communicated
Not just for safety, there was commerce
I would assume merchants were among the first
Pure entrepreneurialism, true wisdom
Eventually engulfed by imperialism
Some see unity as a form of lunacy
They traded savagery for their diplomacy
That started class wars, racism and as for
Communication, well, they formed a task force
Of so called scholars, philosophers, and doctors
Politicians, religion, and no shocker…
Also the wealthy, please lord help me
Thinking of this is so unhealthy
But I’ve gotten this far so I’ll just push forward
They saw where the world was going and couldn’t ignore it
They wanted to hoard the information, build a board of education
And keep the poor from innovation
They hated differences, including skin tints
Ignoring common sense, men hated women
Or so it seemed, they dreamed of domination
And, one weapon of choice, communication
Twas a sin for certain skin to learn a language fluently
your own tongue become unsung, forced truancy
But what’s stronger than hate? That would be greed
Natural resources and other basic human needs
And desires, that inspired
The evolution of communication a few levels higher
‘Learning the language of strangers could save us
We’ll interact despite their odd behaviors
This is bus-i-ness, it’s not commiserate
We gotta socialize with the illiterate’
That is the way they thought, that’s what their school’s taught
It was a school of thought, that had a blind spot
That’s oversimplifying, but that’s another tune
I gotta make my point so I can end this soon
Fast-forward to age of innovation
Radio stations, television and transportation
They saw dollar signs, that was our decline
In least in some regards, look again, you might find
The transition from the morse code to the telephone
Caused the brain to have no need to develop on
Relied on sciences, various appliances
Oblivious that the brain was designed for this
It’s all evolution, inner-solutions
The body will adjust, make improvements
But it takes time, more than a century
Generations of discoveries and misery
But gradually, I believe we would learn to achieve
To evolve as a species
But there’s no progress if there’s no problems
We need challenges, so we can solve ‘em
If were not slaves of technology
Possibly we’d be speaking telepathically
So, on three, let’s all try to be intertwined
To set free the mind
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This is eternity
A means of returning me
Back to my truest self
Or is it stepping forward?
Does everyone have a goal that they’re stepping towards?
Who has the blueprints, who also isn’t a nuisance?
I got a little piece of mind, not trying to lose this
But I treat it carelessly
Guessing I wasn’t prepare to see
My life improve so suddenly, how embarrassing
Because I trained for this, thought I was made for his
I went from pain to bliss in the flick of a switch
When life gave me gifts, I gave a kiss on the wrist
It’s just gesture, nothing extra
Enlarged for texture, so you could listen to this
Feigning support is not only a trick of the rich
That’s from experience, I gotta lotta of it
When it comes to baring my soul, I’m not moderate
This is extremism, this is the keen wisdom
That you gain from waking up with your dreams missing
If this is hide and seek, well, I am a patient man
I don’t need pride to speak, I wrote this free hand
With a clear mind, I do not fear time
51 suits me fine...
It’s a great fit, four decades past the basics
Advanced engineering, it’s my spaceship
And, I’ve BEEN airborne, this is a broadcast
From wherever I was at last....
And, while you’re listening, I’m probably drifting
In space, or on the chase for the next place that I’m visiting
Greeting citizens, I come in peace
I come to learn, I come to teach
I come to earn, I come to reach
Across the threshold of the time
Redefining my prime, realigning my shine
Now I’m as bright as a star, but not the kind you can find
On a chart or online, I put my heart in my rhymes
I’m not saying it doesn’t happen
I’m sure many stars enjoy rapping
But fame is a black hole, corrupted but natural
Attracting both those who can flow, and those who lack soul
It’s indiscriminate, it lures you in with its benefits
For the onlookers, they just pretend that it's
a matter of moments, before they figure out where they’re going
To a place where they can finally see the wheelbarrows roll in
It’s a endless quest, I’m not immune to it
I’m just in tune with it as I’m pursuing it
That doesn’t ruin it, but it makes it harder
I’m trying leave a legacy for my grandson and my granddaughter
And of course their mother, I’m not a lover
I’m just a passionate brother
I use that word a lot, but never frivolous
I keep the passion stronger than what the sickness is
Cheaper than therapy, safer than surgery
It just occurred to me, what’s your emergency?
I got your messages but I couldn’t decode em
I need a specialist or audience with who wrote em
I’m not a pessimist, I’m not a street soldier
I’m not a optimist, I’m not a freeloader
I AM complex, I’m simplistic
Depends on context, relies on physics
It’s ambivalence, or at least its equivalence
The countermeasure to describe all my differences
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