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Redefine: How To DJ
01:59
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Let’s bring it back to the basics
Two turntables, a few line cables and a mixer
Vinyl Addicts picks the records (Spontaneous, Stizo, Oats)
Meanwhile you kids smile from styes I transmit
Even losing a battle to me for an MC in an advancement
For a chance to glance at the blueprint of MC excellence
PLUS, an exam-ple of what being true meant
These days, slang phrase, defies definition
How is it in Hip Hop DJs have lost their position?
We’re only rhyming cause they needed sidekicks in the 70s
To say their ‘yes, yes y’all’s’ then we evolved into MCs
But, DJs, there’s more than sampling loops and storing them on disc
The only way you’d be cutting something and getting open is if it was your wrist
(“So, listen close to what I say…”)
(You gotta do it like this)
Suicide, It’s a suicide, I’ll push you aside
If I don’t see you slide the crossfader from side-to-side
This topic’s untouched so I guess it’s just me left to write (left-to-right)
rhymes like these to back forth (back-n-forth) the spotlight
on the culture’s creator who paved the way
by plugging their system up to the streetlights
These days DJs talk more noise than what they make
Buying DMC videotapes just to bite (BITE)
But, their experience is comparable to a virgin to sex
‘cept for the fact, they ain’t coming tight
Like my financial position…
I guess the DJ before your name was written in the form of fiction
Regardless
Let’s preserve the vinyl so the wheels revolve forever
or at least as long as the planet
I rock like granite, but don’t take me for that (granted) or you’ll wish you hadn’t
(all wishes will be granted)
MC’s, the reason why I diss you, is because you are style-less (stylus)
Like the needles your man should be using for cuttin’ instead of frontin’
Meanwhile, my style’s based on wantin’ rappers to try me
The A + what I do is who...I...be (AMC)
Yeah, it’s me, he who got more wins than side B
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Redefine: How To MC
02:40
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(scratch hook: “I”m going to show you all what rap really means” 3Xs)
I gotta be honest, I’m getting frustrated with MCs who come out and promise
To always lyrically astonish
Then based on their LP having lower sales than expected
They compromise their skill level their next record
I know that most can’t understand this
But the way that I stay focused, I remain a fan of this
And on the low, developed more flow than Prince Namor
To slay more men than Attuma in Atlantis
And, I know the chances of acquiring all the finances
To fulfill ALL my dreams OFTEN seems to be just that (a dream)
So, I adjust that by balancing writing rhymes with working full time
And in my spare (time) further design
The blueprints to a business whose existence is congruent
with supporting those pursuing what I spent 21 years of my life doing
And, that’s being AMC, a DJ, producer, and a B-boy, then act as an outsider
look out for the human beat box and the graf writer
My main point, MCIng is an artform
that is important where you start from
You gotta be a fan first, fantasize on writing your first verse
And when that thought’s finally born, perform it for your friends
If they recommend you pursue that, then do that
Accumulate confidence and start bombing s**t in public places
Until you’re leaving ciphers and stages
getting compliments and staring at startled faces
My next suggestion is your true test for your new quest of artistic expression
Best achieved by stepping those best believed to be the nicest in your section
for verbal slugfest because putting heads to rest builds a street buzz best
Then MCs and producers will be eager to work wit cha
That’s when studio time finally comes into the mixture
BUT, don’t switch your style to get richer
Just... broaden your conceptual picture
And convince the crowd to get wit cha
Cause the industry’s designed to make you think the way they think
Desert you when you sink and leave you on the brink
Of psychological breakdowns, so...I’ve...found
That it’s best to trust my instincts
And, place my faith in under connections
Cause I’ve seen proof of their roots at spots such as Lower Links
(What up Duro)
And, I’ve been rocking live since the biggest rap shows…
hmmmm...were done at roller rinks
So, I give nada...about what the masses think
(vocal sample: “the old school taught me how to be a def mc”)
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Yeah, I’ve DJed at clubs, parks, parties
and now on a radio station (WNUR)
That fascination came in ‘82 carry crates
for this kid named Nate
(Stuttgart, Germany)
For the weekends I couldn’t wait
To be in the booth to pass him Sugarhill and Enjoy records
to placed upon the plates
And, I’ve been dancing to drums and riffs
since about...what, ‘76?
In ‘81 that switched, it did not stop
I just became better known as Kid Pop Alot
Soon waves, bounces and ticks got mixed
With swipes, sweeps, and handspins
and then freeze for the flicks (CLICK)
And, always had bad penmanship with a bic
So, never travelled the path of graf, but I always admired it
Flashback to ‘79, recited my first rhyme mimicking the lines
of Rappers Delight and King Tim III, a year later
I started subbing in my own words
(to Funky 4 + 1 More)
Words became catch phrases which eventually
caught the attention of my subconscious
to be more conscious of what was written
Sentence structures with fluctuating rhythm patterns
Made for splattering men at gatherings
at school cafeterias...or recess
My main aim is to be superior and to be fresh
...and never regress (NEVER)
So, talent show harmonizing
evolved to street battles disarming guys
By taking titles and breaking egos (ego trippin’)
mine own present in rhymes ciphers
and the privacy of my own mental state
Whenever the pen skates across white sheets
when I write to beats
Only a few lines to delete before the rhymes complete
Now, I’m prepared for practicing
and it’s no accident if certain lines I repeat
I’m adjusting how to let it hit to the beat
Improvising, word revising
exercising different forms of delivery
Pure emotional output be the focus of all my energies
Black Out…
and let the rhyme flow in sync with the blood in my arteries
Then sit back and arrange the track, place drops in proper spots
to accent metaphors, punchlines, and otherwise pertinent info
And when that’s done…I finally have an instrumental
Lay the beat to track one or possibly isolate a few elements
There’s really no telling it varies with each studio session
Then lay my vocals to next available track
after a little bit of, ‘1, 2, 1, 2 mic testing’
Exiting the booth to rewind and review and redo
until it is as perfect as I can work it
Then, back in the booth for back up vocals
and fill in any blanks between the verses
Some might think I’m done, but to me it’s defeating the purpose
To make a Hip Hop song without the DJ, it’s damn near worthless
it might as well be wordless (True)
(“It’s amazing what human skill and ingenuity can accomplish”)
…Nikoless Skratch, thanks for your services
Now, let’s gather around for the mixdown
let’s see how the snare and kick sound
In comparison to the vocal tones and baselines
Master it to DAT then, it’s all set to be mailed off to manufacturing
Yeah, it’s a long process, but when you factor in the fact you win
some fans for life plus musical immortality
for the tapes and wax you send
To retail for resell, promos to DJs for replay
At clubs, radio, (and) mixtapes with cuts, scratches and relays
And all that other hi-tech stuff they be doing these days…
Man, I love it, If you can afford it, please buy it
if not f**k it, dub it, just get my name out to the public
And let ‘em know about this flow that I’ve been nurturing to grow
Since ’79, but it’s the transposing year (’97)
that I choose to gear my efforts
Into the methods that I’m describing upon this record
(This is how to make a song)
Or perhaps it’s just a cassette
Pressing vinyl is expensive and I do not have the cash yet
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Patiently waiting this date marked upon my calendar
This ain’t a local date, this one’s an out-of-towner
So, I make preparations
Phone a hotel operator, they offer reservations
So, I take ‘em, make ‘em for the entire weekend
Like to make my dates last, limit the sleeping
Explore them entirely
Create an experience worth writing inside the pages of my diary
Block out any others who have their eye on me
Completely focused on the present
Project my presence in an essence
That’s as intense as it is pleasant
Coinciding with the touching of your heart
It was a labor of love from the start
And your completely approval will remove you any guilt
Because i know there are others who have built
Pleasure centers in your brain
But, when I enter the main frame, I reconstruct
Conduct demolitions of all inhibitions
Massive renovations, my impassioned inclinations
Result in...standing ovations
And, let’s keep the lights dim til the night’s
Then, when the click on I can take as a light show
In honor of tight show
But, then again, it may not go so well, who can tell
I just react of blind faith
Cause no matter who’s there, or where THERE is…
Every show is essentially a blind date
EVERY live show is a blind date
(Scratch: “And our intent it to please the crowd”)
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“Who are you? Where do you come from” (2Xs)
One of my first memories, the Cook School playground
Spending countless amount of hours on the merry-go-round
On that school’s roof is where I once lost my kite
Both of those so symbolic to the cycle of life
Going around in circles, hung up in what towers above you
Sometimes all you have is your family to love you
And as I reminisce of that which got me like this
That small town’s at the top of my list
No regrets from always moving around
But, I never had a place that I could call my hometown
As I looked deeper I found, it was there all along
I’m giving praise to that place on this song
I remember comic books in catholic school with the nuns
(What up Dave)
Grass-stained uniform pants from my all recess fun
Both got me in trouble, but it was fun with my friends
And, given a second chance, I’d probably do it all again
And, that young you don’t know where your path lies
It’s there I was baptized, cleansing demons from past lives
And there was still times I had tears in my eyes
But, now I realize those cries are a part of our lives
And, the world’s a rough place, I guess I learned that from y’all
But, on the real, to this day, I’m still touchy about frogs
If you don’t get it, cool, it’s a personal song
But, if you do, then it’s for you it was written all along
I remember the batmobile, held it tight in my hands
(Uncle Ty)
or my first time inside of an ambulance
(Uncle Chris)
Not as a patient, just for the sake of observation
Late night’s, scanners tuned to the police station
(Uncle Eric)
Sitting on the waterbed with Nichole playing Intellivision
(Aunt Pete)
Intrigued by the piranha in the fish tank in the living…room
Broke out the boom box so I could walk to several spots
(Sharp GF-575)
Show this town how I get down with the ill pop lock
(What up Lee Eldridge!)
I was sort slick with the tick
Switch to the uprock, drop to the hand spin real quick, oh, so hot
That’s what’s wrong with my wrist, result of a swift style
I was never the one like a misdial
Yeah, I felt like a local legend
Coming to town felt like opening doorways to heaven
Aight, enough self-admiring
Let’s get back to more important things
\like getting excited watching Spider-man
(Spider-man, Spider-man)
OR front porch jazz sessions always live
Wide-eyed when I saw you had the Roland 505
(Uncle Chris)
Locked myself in the house until I mastered it
And, when my birthday came, you know I had to ask for it
(got my own)
And, I got it, and my first self-produced demos is what evolved from it
And, once I got my SP-12
I was given a stack of records I could sample from as well
(Gramps)
Well, I had to make a dub of ‘em, which was sort of cumbersome
But, peeps still asking, ‘Ehere those drums come from?’
(What up Stedy Serv!)
Let’s see…Maceo Parker…B.B. King…
Yeah, lo-fi but still banging on low bias Maxell cassette tape
I could play in the Hyundai for a jazz and blues escape
First saw Wild Style on Night Flight, snuck out that same night
Window screens came out easy, couldn’t quite fit them back right
(Uncle Ty)
It was Eddy and I, those two fly guys
Representing the 3D Crew…that’s right (What up Capri)
One day in ’85, we saw quite a sight
Beautiful girl riding by on ten speed bike (Nichole)
And, as she passed by, out came Uncle Ty
‘That’s the girl I want you to meet’, Well, alright…
We had some good times, for long talks we’d make time
There were rumors of love through the grapevine
But hey, what can I say, didn’t quite go that way
But, we’re still connected to this day
Plus, it opened doors for when I next rolled in
My cuz (what up Steph) introduced me to Ms. Colleen Colemen
(What up Kim)
Beautiful, intelligent, somewhat angelic
I remember our first kiss like it’s the present moment
Yeah, I got deep on y’all, cause I was sort of sweet on her
And for the record, I really didn’t cheat on her
That other girl try to play me, say she had me, sadly mistaken
Gladly faking to make me look badly
But, I’ll own my part of the blame, I was there all the same (true)
But please…let me explain
For my cuz to hang with her friend,
I was there trying to play the game (and I lost)
I should’ve known to switch the plan, when on the way there
the sideview mirror of the van hit some kid, BAM!
He flew a bit, flipped, hit the grass, ‘Damn’
Now, what’s that all about man
Sure, it was accidental, but it’s messing with my mental
Thinking ‘bout all the wild things that we have been through
The kid was fine, took home, told his fam, they were alarmed
it was awkward but all good, they knew we meant no harm
Perhaps karma still had to have its say
As that’s the day of the incident of the one that got away
OK, I’m dramatizing
I was only 15, before 16’s it was full pages and harmonizing
Yeah, I can sing a song, you got a crew? Bring ‘em on
Your whole staff can feel my wrath then I’ll push them along
And, I can meet you at the down downtown plaza
(“Downtown Galesburg”)
To prove who's the master, poetics with the precision of N.A.S.A
So, count the heads I fly, competition beddie bye
MCs step up please, you can all try
And, that’s what I was on, rapping or breaking, or I was gone
Off to the next spot, or back HOME…
“Gotta let you know where I come from”
“Galesburg, Il”
“Far from the bright lights of the big city”
“Gotta let you know where I come from”
“Galesburg, Il”
“Far from the bright lights of the big city”
“Gotta let you know where I come from”
“Galesburg, Il”
“Far from the bright lights of the big city”
785 South Henderson, where good food is always simmering
For as long as I can remember when
Grams in the kitchen, serving food until we’re comatose
Gramps with the late night fire pit pig roast
While us kids catch fireflies in a jar
The next morning playing frisbees with the cousins in the front yard
And, walking Sandburg Mall was just cool to us
Eating Karmelkorn, drinking Orange Julius
Then, Railroad Days once June hit
Hanging out from High Noon until the moon’s lit
I know I paint it like a paradise, but take this here advice
Sometime’s amongst the beauty is where the terror lies
I can’t let it slide, BUT I’m moving past that
It’s hard to see in the dark, the monster’s abstract
And, Imma let you know, I forgive, but don’t forget
…Aight…time to let it go
‘Turn on the radio (90.7 FM WKKC), Vinnie’s the jock?
Pass me a blank tape, he’s going play some Hip Hop’
And, don’t sleep on these small towns, we held it down
Legendary stories they’re just not world renown
So, to my fellow military brats whose surroundings have been boundless
This is homesickness for the hometown-less
And, I wrote this just to get my tales heard
Of what took place in Galesburg
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AMC Verse 1:
Lo and behold the tainting of purity
Bare witness to the balancing of insecurity
Simultaneous, rarely is self-expression ever painless
When your measure of greatness is based on your public statements
Don’t try to make this make sense
As I paint this, each stroke of genius makes the meaning mean less
Counterproductive...thus I’m reluctant to even discuss
BUT, what if I’m wrong?
Hmmm...it’s not waste, just openly embrace this as my apology song
And, then I’m gone
Vertebraker Verse:
Wretched, excessive enamel drenched in unmentioned.
Forgotten phantom impressive smashing the license of question.
Pressed with the weight of a lesson, stressed by the rate of its size.
Capsize my name in my message, remember me when I die.
Dismember me when I rhyme,
Imprison me back in time.
Just cuz a star goes unnoticed,
You better believe that it shines.
And I’m that burning terminal terminus bound to terminate.
Chained to a fate raised insistent, that I must Vertebraek.
Concept Verse:
I'm the difference between the light of the beam, the darkest of dreams that started with me/ How do they honor me, honestly I'm gonna be honest and utter apologies comically/Enter the odyssey, end of the prophecy, enter the end the constant anomaly/oddity-ology, opposite prodigy, etched in memory ID-ology/I see all of me (I see all of me) you see glimpses (you see glimpses)/so addicted, so conditioned, so conflicted, hope's my mistress/And I love her, but there's no hope in distance/bursting bubbles, blowing kisses/to the part of me that's hard to read when no one listens/... And no one listened.
SCRATCH HOOK:
(“Substance vs Style”)
(“Try to dissect my rhyme and see if there’s a pattern”)
(“Cause I rhyme different”)
(“Try to dissect my rhyme and see if there’s a pattern”)
(“Cause I rhyme different”)
AMC Verse 2:
I don’t want much out of life
Just to make peace with myself, man, nature, animal, and god
Have a strong bond with my daughter,
Change live through music
And build a family when I find a compatible wife
Is that asking too much?
is anyone else even asking for such?
If so, let’s compare notes
I’m willing to share my approach
Cause I know somewhere within despair their lies hope
Lies choke the air passage of inspiration
So if someone claims to have all your dreams in one neat package
Please beware of their aspirations
Character assassination is the choice weapon
for those whom feel forever left in the shallow end of the mainstream
Deep rooted dissension, once deemed dormant and important is possibly what’s distorting
What may seem like harmless expression of one’s opinion
But, I feel an artist who harshly judges art is bound to leave smudge marks
on their own means of making a living
It’s EGO driven…
(“Hmmmmm…..that’s different”)
(Cause I rhyme different”)
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Dear self, I’m writing this because it’s urgent we speak
Time is of essence, I know someone that you really should meet
It’s like you have so much in common that it’s hard to believe
And, you extend their existence every breath that you breathe
And, I won’t lie, they got some problems they need to work out
Emotionally stressed, Socially depressed, you know what I’m talking about
BUT they’re well on their way, end of a path that was hard
To find peace within self, plus, recently they found god
Or, whatever you wanna call it, I know you’re touchy about that
The same with them, man, I learned alot from you cats
Like how to keep myself inspired and express how I feel
Realizing knowing’s half the battle but it’s useless until
You put thoughts into action and you strive for your goals
You learn to master will power to maintain self-control
With both of y’all talking that, it helped it all makes sense
I’m convinced, it’s no coincidence I got you both as my friends
The three of us should get together, pick at each other’s heads
And, we could probably form a plan to cure the mental dead
With that said, I’ll cut this short, let you sort through the facts
I’m reluctant to even send it based on how you may act
I know your virtually a loner, hey the same with us too
We’ll give you space when you need it, expect no less from you
How ironic, a crew of those who’d rather be by themselves
But we all need a friend for good emotional health
What not start with yourself, learn to love who you are
Then your potential to love others is as infinite as the stars
The three us building a bond could great place to start
Form a friendship so strong it touches god in the heart
And, who could ask for more than cure for all of your pain
So, think it over, write me back at the first sight of rain
(“Talking To Myself, Talking to myself”)
(“I’m guided by self-awareness”)
(“one on one session with yourself”)
(“Most of the time myself I’m kept to”)
(“Talking To Myself, Talking to myself”)
(“I’m guided by self-awareness”)
(“one on one session with yourself”)
(“Most of the time myself I’m kept to”)
(“I’m guided by self-awareness”)
(“Most of the time myself I’m kept to”)
(“Talking To Myself, Talking to myself”)
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Children of A Lesser God
03:50
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Witness the rise of Nikoless, perhaps the last of wise lyricist
Capsize your mental premises with brainstorms virtually limitless
Finally a lyricist not lost in material images
Composing sentences that mixes truth and fiction
to see who’s truly listening
(Who’s Listening???)
My rhymes times my mind’s capacity
Might find you prone to rewind the verse
to search for signs of blasphemy
I’ll passively respond rather sarcastically while answering the questions
mindless masses always seem to ask of me, LIKE
‘How ya living?’ ‘How you write with such precision?’
‘What’s your financial condition, plus position on religion?’
(One) I’m living life in this physical cage
struggling through miserable ways
Hoping that my spiritual stays PURE, AND
(Two) My written method stretches my creative parameters
Downsizing the accomplishments of all these amateurs
(Three) monetarily speaking, I’m rarely reaping in the benefits
Needed to succeed within this business
(Four) For those still listening, isn’t possible god isn’t
responsible for your existence?
Based on my experiences with experiments
Plus, this dream that I had, here’s what a possible theory is
Why would god create planet
initially based on water, sand and granite
Then, grant it life with the creation of vegetation
Take that idea and expand with the animal population
And then invent men who would only condemn it?
Here’s an idea...perhaps he didn’t
It was perfect paradise and satan couldn’t stand it
So, HE answered with man,
What we perceive as mental advancement
Is what he implanted so we would gain the upperhand
Eventually act underhanded
And, eventually revert the earth
back to what is was before its birth
FIRST, we became ravenous
Consuming the flesh of this planet’s rightfully inhabitants
Continue to follow me, to learn how tech-nolo-o-gy
Began to swallow up nature and pollute every ocean,
Every river, every lake, and every sea
And, for my for lesson, let’s question the legend
of the angels who lost faith
When god supposedly created the human races
Perhaps the story is factual based
just the character a little bit misplaced
MAN represents animals with god truly gave birth to
The ANGELS represent man, who defy god
because as children of satan they’re supposed to
‘It’s just a theory...from a dream...don’t...I’m just the messenger’
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_ _ _ _ Bangin'
01:52
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So, what set are you claimin’?
Hispanic, caucasian, black or asian?
Honestly I’m lacking patience
And it’s downright aggravating
Dealing with these half-ass revolutionaries
And their so-called solutions and theories
Refuse to carry the burdens of their own shortcomings
Need to look inside self and try to sort something out
No doubt, it’s gonna be hard
When you’re emotionally scarred
and claiming devotion to god
Meanwhile, chastising those he made in your likeness
I can see some the faces and hear the comments
of those who may not like this
But, despite this, let’s face it
although there’s varying races
and different shades of faces
We’re all the same species
I won’t inherently put any man beneath me
Cause any man could teach me, ANY man could deceive me
ANY man could be the one to extend his hand and help the needy
BUt, not just any man is automatically my kin
Because we share a similar skin
That sort of thinking is similar to gang ties
where the brain tries
To justify love or hatred for another
Simply on the basis of (COLORS)
And, pride is something you gain from an accomplishment
But you were born _ _ _ _, you really didn’t accomplish it
And, no particular man is ruining Hip Hop, that’s a myth
It’s a culture, so it reflects life
so it began dying from the moment it began to exist
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Break A Leg Willya?!?!
02:43
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Psssst, hey...
Your work day dragging on? You feel a little upset?
Sneak a few extra break cause you NEED a cigarette
Finally friday rolls around, now you’re sporting a smile
After your ruff work week, you NEED a night on the town
How’s about a club or a bar? You NEED liquor and sex
One night stand, plenty of drinks in hand to help you forget
So Monday morning you can rise, self-respect still intact
SURPRISE...satan has a sick sin(se) of humor
snuck a sign on your back
It seeps through your skin, intertwines with your spine,
Interfaces with your souuuulllll…
But, you won’t get the message til you link a clear path to your mind
But, I can read the words staring right in your eyes
Let’s see, ‘Kick me, I’m stupid, I sold my soul,
two of the oldest sins are false worship and lies’
Well, I almost NEED to laugh, but I practice restraint
In case satan’s somewhere watching,
hands still drippin’ with paint
I could help you, but I ain’t, I tried to warn you up front
But, you ain’t listen when I told you all your NEEDS were just WANTS
(Needs vs Wants)
Plus, for once, help yourself, form a means to your ends
And sure, take suggestions from your family and friends
The difference is the final choice and follow through
Is it you, or just them?
And, since I just dissed about 85% of society
there’s no time for no names
So, this goes out to boneheads with lame brains
Loosely planted upon a weak frame
So, you NEED a little crutch for support, yeah, I feel ya
But, at least break a leg...will ya?!?!
(“Stop looking for answers outside yourself”)
(“To me that is a crutch”)
(“Stop looking for answers outside yourself”)
(“To me that is a crutch”)
(“The science of putting sucker ducks on crutches”)
(“The science of putting sucker ducks on crutches”)
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(“The skillful way I recite my poetry”)
When I first started rhyming, the mic was more a recreation device
than an occupational tool
But, these MCs these days seem to flow one direction
Reminiscent...of gravitational pull
And, I got no patience for a fool intent on taking their full LP
to tell me their so called reality
BECAUSE let’s be realistic
The true essence of artistic expression
often consist of projecting a presence somewhat inconsistent
with your present living condition
When words are heard they provide imagery
Providing the opportunity for the listener to
mentally enter the scene of the situation
your placing in their perception
The more description given in what’s written
then the vivid the reception
Creating a mental motion picture
and you’re the main attraction
But, an actor hasn’t really mastered the art of acting
without the subtraction of some of his NATURAL ACTUAL ACTIONS
Perhaps you could try something new
Cause no matter what you do, part of you will shine through
Furthermore, an equally important fact
if you’re already doing that
Save the act for stage shows and tracks
In person, try reversing your personality back to reality
Not the person you are when rehearsing
a verse inside of your own mental state
Exaggerated images got MCs acting so fake
You couldn’t ID’em with their own dental plates
And, that’s partially attributed to their own appetite
Too much smoking and drinking, led to less thinking
now they have to over-bite
to stay in the spotlight
Their previous insight, no longer in sight
Or rather yet earshot
The mere thought of your rhyme stanzas, which take no creative chances
Make me wanna burn your rhyme notebooks pages up
like the opening credit scenes of bonanza
(“Taking the time to make a small suggestion”)
(“Just use your imagination”)
(“Taking the time to make a small suggestion”)
(“Create a character on the microphone”)
(“Taking the time to make a small suggestion”)
(“Yeah, Expect the unexpected”)
(“Taking the time to make a small suggestion”)
(“Just use your imagination”)
(“Taking the time to make a small suggestion”)
(“Create a character on the microphone”)
(“Taking the time to make a small suggestion”)
(“Yeah, Expect the unexpected”)
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Dear god, thanks for the sweet memories of…
(thank you)
PAIN infliction, emotional addiction to self-hatred
Is all I held sacred
My childhood may have seemed so simple
But sometimes I simply couldn’t take it
Striving to make it isn’t something simply done
It’s so much easier wishing live was simply done
Cause I got nothing to live for, so much more to die for
Even more to cry for, and not much to try for
No one to relate with…
And even worse,
not being able to convince those who I think I may relate with
to go out on a date with…
Ahhh, it’s so hard to focus
Especially when a situation just seems so hopeless
I shed my tears on paper and hope my emotions wouldn’t notice
No longer concerned with being the dopest
Like these MCs with punchlines
but forget to tell you what the joke...is
I don’t get it, then again, I don’t want it
Life’s a ball of confusion, I’m just trying to live with it, as I live on it
And, I don’t rap about rappin’ no mo
I done did that for twenty years, so what I need that fo
And, I don’t rap about what I do
Because that’s a little too bit personal for me to be sharing with you
I rap about what I feel and philosophical views
(WAIT, WHAT?
Cause when it’s all said and done, all your left with is clues
Forced to search for your own answers, choices, beliefs and decisions
About society, humanity, addictions, and religion
OH, and did I mention, I’m a spiritual man
with enough love in my heart to inspire god and satan to join hands
But, that’s only on my best days, which go through me like x-rays
So, I expect days of depression in succession
to be the ultimate life lesson
While most people think about their day and how to spend it
I spend mine thinking how, if and when I should end it
I need someone to talk to, try to think these things out
But, there’s no one, I’m feeling lonely
maybe I’ll ask my brain to hangout
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13. |
First Steps
07:39
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(AMC Verse)
Brainstorm form flash floods in mental regions
Providing flows that I believe in, like priest believe in god (I believe)
But, modern idealism doesn’t parallel with my intuition
This shell of flesh seems less important than I was taught
(“The Flesh Is Weak”)
So, I sort through the mysteries, review the histories of evolution
And, question, if life is a problem, should death be a solution?
As long as you don’t force it because
it’s essential it takes its natural courses
And then unseen forces
evaluate your soul, calculate the pros and cons
Determine if the soul moves on
to the spiritual plane or become imprisoned in a mortal once a-gain
For suffering and pain…
Through which you must endure
and through that process the soul becomes pure
But, if you continue to give in to temptations
Your trapped in life cycles until the days of Revelations
And, it’s too late then for repenting for sins
you’ve been committing for eternities
Engulfed by hell’s flames, which burn eternally
Spiritual suffering
And, only holy water can be snuffing them hell fires
Prophets of god got that elixir
Never heard of god’s prophets in hell, you get the picture
Fix ya wrong doings now, the coming of the last days isn’t long now
You’ve gotta be strong somehow (gotta be strong)
Despite your foul environment, survivin’ it’s a requirement
to gain passageway into the massive gates of paradise
Take this here advice, you need it,
god will bless those who heed it
And, condemn the blasphemous ones who don’t believe it
I let it be written, so you could listen, learn, rewrite, and read it
Forever…words for you treasure
(Scratch/Sample Hook)
“Try to purify my soul” (4Xs)
“It opened my opened my eyes more that the flesh was weak”
“Flesh was weak” (3Xs)
“Cause the flesh is meaningless, it remains amongst the dirt”
(Nikoless Verse)
I’m willing to sacrifice my life like Jesus Christ
if I thought it could save humanity
But, needless to say,
I feel I’d get the same results I do when I pray
But, I DO believe in god, I believe he’s moved on to the next project
The next steps to perfect the formulation for new life
And, when he finally forms that equation
That’ll begin the days of Revelations
And, while the majority of mankind
proceeds in panic and run around in panic like they’ve lost their minds
that’s probably when you’ll finally find
me poppin’ bottles of champagne
saying, ‘Hey, I can’t complain’ (“The flesh is weak”)
Cause without my daughter and Hip Hop, my life is just a wastin’
Sometimes that’s the way I really feel (Sometimes)
Never concerned with makin’ a mil
just make enough money to make a meal
for my daughter, put food on the table and help support her
One day I hope to have a son
Then, I can die with a smile on my face, love in heart
Hip Hop in my veins and fly rhyme on the tip of my tongue
I got time right? I’m only 27 years young…
(Scratch/Sample Hook)
“Try to purify my soul” (4Xs)
“It opened my opened my eyes to the fact that the flesh was weak”
“Flesh was weak” (3Xs)
“Cause the flesh is meaningless, it remains amongst the dirt”
(Formless Verse)
I contemplated suicide when I was young
But my mom put a fear in me if I took my own life I’d damage myself severely spiritually
(thank you)
So, thanks to my pops for giving me Hip Hop as an alternative
to learn to give my all, even though I know I was born to live a life to die
But, not till my time’s up will I know
if my soul will roam beyond the barriers of the ozone
Or teleported back into flesh and bone (“The flesh is weak”)
So, I strain my brain to gain essential knowledge
And a wider worldly outlook
Erase the pain by writing words inside of a wide-ruled notebook
The long time that it took, left me with stacks of rhymes
And, in the process, nearly lost my mind
Mentality split in three, psychologically challenging me
When we reformed, I was reborn with the same physical form
But with the addition of locks of wisdom (dreadlocks)
Serving as symbolism for my escapism from mental prison
Plus, my lust for material success was suppressed
With less interest in how many woman I could undress
I focused my emphasis on the presence of a stronger spiritual essence
A well needed adjustment…
negatively received by those surrounding me
Some comments that were made….still be astounding me
So, I separate from all those except for those I’m bound to
By blood, sweat & tears through years of friendship and trust
Some matters to personal to discuss
Plus, and in certain times my mind goes blank too
So, excuse me if I never said thank you
So allow me to immortalize your memory with words of truth
spoke in a vocal booth, from memos that became demos
that I hope to press into 12” singles with acapellas and instrumentals
BUT…it ain’t that simple
Still, that’s one of few promises I’m bound to
So, Eddy, Zeke, Lynn, Michelle, and J Pratt, thank god that I found you
Cause you helped me find me
and once again define me as mentally healthy
So, for eternity I’ll internally love all thee above…spiritually
Cause you always believed in, even when I questioned my own beliefs
Cause beneath my smiles of the flesh and my confidence of the surface
my life was a mess, and it left me feeling worthless
and that’s when I learned this
The road to self control
cost me a toll of an all -time low financial setback
Depression set in, substantial enough
I thought I’d never get back on track
Falling in that same trap, visualizing my name on a stone for my tomb
Until my second time in a delivery room
I regain control of my soul through the birth of Alyssa Nikole
So, I’m at peace with you even though our relationship didn’t hold (Stacey)
We’re bound together for life to make sure hers goes right
No need to argue or fight, we’ll move on with our lives
We can still stay apart,
still a part of us will shine from that seed of life we sparked
And, I’m still searching
for the person to be instrumental in my re-emerging
as a child…innocent and young
So, I can possibly see me through the eyes of my daughter
and my yet unborn son
And, if that day comes (IF)…yeah, Imma write another one…
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14. |
Loss of the Unfound
03:03
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It often seems my poetry is all I have left to hold close to me
I choose to believe I’m the one that’s been chose to be
god’s clay creation, molding me,
until he perfects what man is supposed to be
And, as flattering as they may sound, I still drown in sorrow
Wishing the world could see (sea) me pond-ering thoughts
Trying to reverse (rivers) my em-otions (oceans)
so they’re not so shallow…
Self-supportive to the bone marrow
Scientist at work trying to find the antidote
for the cure that my heart harbors
For what I once perceived as a poisonous arrow
I nearly perfected the formula,
but still I failed to break the curse
which ironically, just made my uncertainties worse
I’m currently seeking reprieve
in the possibility it’s time-sensitive responsive
Since I recently felt brief moments of love and passion
I mention that for the sake of being openly honest
However, previous life lessons
suggest a broken promise
that’s based on the premise
I live about as positive as positive
Formed a brain clouded with doubt
into one that’s clearly logical
And, yet and still I feel emptiness
that which most sparks my interest
always exits my life leaving only the residue of remembrance
Leaving a gaping hole
Through which I’m hoping the pain will escape my soul
BUT, the light’s far too bright, it scurries back to the dark
where it feels safe and secure
I suppose that fact it hides within me is why I feel IN-secure
…
And there’s PROBABLY nothing more pure
Than being POSITIVELY unsure
About SOMEWHAT specific events in life
That MAY definitely hold the answers to the questions
You are SORTA ultimately searching for
And, I can only imagine how hypocritical all that must sound
But, that’s the result of the loss of the unfound
This is the loss of the unfound
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15. |
Blindate: Love H.U.R.T.S
05:42
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Perfection is a matter of perception
Based upon your personal preference and the basis for your point of reference
In my case it’s simply searching for a person not overly immersed in
materialistic imagery, someone that can promise me
a relationship based on trust, respect, understanding, and honesty
But obviously what i’m asking ain’t all that likely to happen
Since my years of searching seem to suggest that qualities don’t
even exist within ONE person
And it’s worse when you became impatient
then finally make the acquaintance
with whom you thought was impossible
... but only to run into multiple obstacles
Perhaps it’s logical
to placed in the situation that i’m facing
I met a person so amazing
That our every conversation
is another reason leading to me believing
she’s the best of god’s creation
And, although her physical appearance
is merely a fraction of my attraction
I assure you, she possess(es) nothing less than the beauty
of a goddess in the flesh
Her beauty’s all encompassing
Beauty is her smile
Beauty is her love for her child
Beauty is the way she doesn’t allow
the ignorance of others to control her
She holds her composure
With the sensibilities of someone who seems so much older
She uses common sense
We’ve had so much in common since our first time speaking
I finally found the courage...to ask her out last weekend
I have to admit,
I had my doubt about it reaching this point of progress
I was even more surprised...that she yes
I sense that she holds some interest
But something prevents it from being presented
For instance,
Our experiences with past relationships
have us both a bit defensive
Plus, the consequences…
Of dating someone you work with
But, I feel it’s well worth it, can’t hurt if we try
And let Trust, Respect, Understanding,
and Honesty be our guide
I’m willing to give my all on my quest to find fate
But is it meant to be?
Well that I don’t know, it’s at best just a blindate
...since our first time speaking…
Or maybe it was an illusion
that reality was eventually forced to weaken
I guess all I’m trying to say was stated six words after this song was started
At least to this day, I can say no other person’s responsible for me
ever leaving a relationship broken-hearted
It’s always been me, searching beyond the surface
Spent the last ten years only dating for a deeper meaning and purpose
And all too often over-anxiousness allowed me to perceive those
traits even if they didn’t truly exist
While simultaneously ignoring others, which soon became
painfully obvious
And, oddly, it’s much easier to express this than I expected
Then again, perhaps it’s unfortunate if it’s become inevitably accepted
There’s no one person to fit that ‘perfect’ description I’ve envisioned
Another set back on my search
Having an idea of love, but no person to match it to...
Truly indeed, love h.u.r.t.s
(‘Love, trust, and truth, and understanding is forever’)
(‘Perfection rules the ignorant, love’s not blind’)
(‘Love, trust, and truth, and understanding is forever’)
(‘Love’s not Blind’)
(‘Love, trust, and truth, and understanding is forever’)
(‘Love’s not Blind’)
(‘Nothing remains sacred’)
(‘Love’s not Blind’)
(‘Nothing remains sacred’)
(‘Love’s not Blind’)
(‘Love, trust, and truth, and understanding is forever’)
(‘Love’s not Blind’)
(‘Nothing remains sacred’)
(‘Love’s not Blind’)
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(‘Every chance he got, he would tell everyone about her’)
Have you ever known someone whose smile touched your heart?
So brilliant you made the act of observing an art
What I searched for was inside and I just knew it was there
Once I spotted it, I was startled and blinded by it’s glare
A breathtaking experience
Creating communication interference
Words elude me in the presence of her beauty
Her essence was truly luminous
I held on to hope that time would be in tune with us
Now, I frown down upon destiny which seemingly conspired to ruin us
How hard must I try to clear my conscience
Constantly asking myself why, unmasking my
insecurities, thinking which kept us apart, was my weakness of being shy
When we last spoke I’d learned to cope with this
Confidence replaced my hopelessness
Yet, these words never left my lips
One distraction after another led to yet another opportune time
Slipping away into obscurity
Now the phrase, ‘See you tomorrow’
May one day force tears to pour from me
Thus far I haven’t let them flow because I know I had to let you go
And, I find comfort in the hands which took you in, god bless your soul
Any by now I guess you know, I waited patiently in vain
Regret waiting for tomorrow since tomorrow never came
And I had no idea where you had been
I thought only I lost a friend
Wasn’t till several months later, I learned how this story would end
Or should I say begin, as you transcend the physical
Where material gain is critical, pain is a ritual
(‘return to the essence’)
Love is an oddity, and god is invisible
Or should I say intangible
When life is unmanageable, and success seems unimaginable
And you react, differentiates the man from the animal…
I respond like that animal because it feeds off its needs
While the man’s mind is clouded by selfishness and greed
Pardon me, I’m known to go off on a tangent
In hopes to gain and share a greater overall understanding
And, I got so much more to say, but we’ll speak again
At least that’s my mindstate
But, who can be sure when and what will occur…
Death is a blindate
(Dedicated to Lynn Craig, Rest in peace)
(‘Every chance he got, he would tell everyone about her’)
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In the battle for right and wrong, right usually wins in the end (sometimes)
But wrong finds itself superseding for the time being
As a child I was given love and affection
But felt emotionally beaten for no apparent reason
The naked eye never seeing my needing for treatment
I created an alter-ego so when I spoke to people
It was in the tone of confidence and humor
Masking the psychological tumor that sought to consume
the factions of my brain which struggled to keep me sane
I guess I never realized that if my silent cries went unheard…
I would eventually collapse in pain
But only socially and emotionally
I often got glimpses of satan’s hand attempting to motion me
I admit, curiosity nearly got the best of me
But I was able to wrest free courtesy of the powers invested in me by destiny
And apparently my parents were preparing me for these very goals
But how could they have known
And, how I could know, when my parade was getting rained on
It was actual the waters that would eventually cleanse my soul
The purest form of water is a teardrop
And if I ever shed ‘em again, I wouldn’t dare stop
I never appreciated life until after I hated it
I learn to respect death once tasted it and embraced it
Now I’ve asked them both to marry me
(The Thanos Complex)
A love triangle soaked in sincerity
Where the phrase, ‘Till death do us part’
Is more than mere words or fading memories (so much more)
It’s the truest of prophecies
Sacrificing one love for another
Knowing I may forever feel misery
I may forever feel misery
I may forever feel misery
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(“He opened his eyes and saw death sitting there”)
(“And death gave back each of these treasures for a song”)
We’re both a stepping stone to pure existence
Although we approach with good intentions,
often met with resistance
(Both) Logical, yet misunderstood
Both view as being who should appear within a hood
BOTH longing for love since we’ve been spiritually reborn
But BOTH constantly denied,
it’s like by god himself we’ve been scorned
So much in common, inevitable is our bonding
Currently at odds but when she calls I’ll be responding
Life is haunting, so it’s her that I’ve been longing
Touched my hand last October, then let go, she’s just taunting
Please love, don’t tease me, take me, don’t leave me…
Interrupting by Adam screaming, ‘LOVING HER WON’T BE EASY!’
Ah, he’s so envious, praying to god to put an end to us
When it was he who turned his back on her
leading to an end of trust between them
Twas an act of unjust honor, vanity or insanity
Whatever…
it is truly the sickness that spread throughout humanity
And like her, I’ve found the cure
but all this pain of endured is in vain
If she fails to feel the same
She loves me, she loves me not....
(“Only her soul can set my soul free”)
(“Only her soul can set my soul free”)
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Have you ever opened your eyes, awakened from a dream
Realizing life as you know it is not quite what it seems
You feel cold eyes upon you and dark clouds above you
So out of touch with reality only your family could love you
When that day came for me, I arose with suspicion
Maybe it’s false intuition or silly superstition
Nevertheless, I left my house, head clouded with doubt
More curious than concerned to what this day would bring about
Brought back to reality by an overhead cry, ‘WATCH OUT!’
It was as if something quicker than reflexes reacted
Preventing a large falling fragment of glass from leaving my skull
severed and fractured
I froze for a moment, then resumed walking, still looking back
Envisioning an alternate timeline where my lifeline was cut short
Body collapsed without my soul inside for support
Lost in thought, I stepped off the sidewalk
And was nearly halfway across the street when the heard the tires screech,
Smelled the burning rubber, eventually saw the semi
Mere inches from where I stood, the scared stiff survivor
The loud sounding of my heart pounding drowning at the yelling of the alarmed driver
Feeling a mixture of annoyed and paranoid
I know my theories on existence has some holes,
is death trying to fill that void
Naw..why should I try to apply logic to the situation
When more than likely it’s my own psyche’s creation
Based on the pre-existing reservations today may bring forth something hideous
So, I dismissed it as coincidence as I set foot upon the city bus
I picked a seat, but had a instinct to move
And, as I sat back and got relaxed, finally thought I might adjust
When suddenly I witnessed a car lose control,
spin and slam directly into the side of us
Hitting in the exact position
where I was initial sitting with precision
And that’s when I finally took full notice
of the contents of my peripheral vision
the same imagery I had vaguely saw during all three near catastrophes
A dark hooded figure off in the distance with its back to me
(What is this?)
Patience exhausted, I lost it,
thoughts became irrational
Exiting the bus, screaming at the figure,
“I have some questions I want to ask of you!!”
Slowly he turned til he was facing me,
there was nothing but darkness in place where his face should be
He never spoke a word to me,
but instantly it occurred to me, ‘The grim reaper’s trying to murder me!’
and instinctively ran off with an immediate since of emergency
But, no matter how fast I ran or swiftly I maneuvered…
he couldn’t be alluded, and I knew it (I knew it)
But isn’t life worth trying for? Or should ignore my fears
And let death persevere, and use the hands of fate to dry my tears
No time to think, I feel the end is near
And, yeah, I’ve been here before,
but never have I been quite so sure
Furthermore, he currently has me cornered in a closed off corridor
Nowhere to hide, no to place to run and here comes
But, the tears are done, no longer am I fearing ‘em
I’m ACCEPTING this, no matter what his method is
My execution shall be effortless
With his final step, he slips his hands from his robe and there’s a scythe
Clutched within his fist, and as his slowly bends his wrists
and lifts to deliver his dark gift
I sit motionless...EMOTIONLESS
And, then I notice this opening appear in mid-air from nowhere
And hear a scream that only he reacts to,
\I’m froze stiff as a statue
And as I stare into the portal,
I witness the exiting of a woman who appears to be mortal
A scene more surreal than words could ever describe
She looked directly into his eyes and began to cry
As she asked him why had he done this
She said, he had no right to among us
I assume ‘us’ meant humanity,
he answered with, “Why are you mad at me?
When every man is deceased, only then are we finally free
God has forsaken us by making us the most feared
It’s not fair, it was just one mistake
How long does god’s forgiveness take?
I’ll no longer stand by and wait
Plus, the punishment was unjust, condemned to eternity of
humanity trying to avoid us, and curse us,
when we’re the first ones
So why shouldn’t I thrust my blade into their every chest
And let the flesh return to dust
And when it’s all said and done we can finally Rest In Peace
And be released from the consequence of just a brush of satan’s touch’
She listened silently but intently to his every word and felt his pain
Cause it was too her own
She motioned for me to leave them to be alone
She began to hold him and told him
they must be strong and hold on to their faith
And, as I walked away, I tried to put it all in perspective
Could it be as I suspected?
He mentioned they were the first ones when he spoke about humanity
Which left me truly amazed as I gazed back at ‘em
because I sincerely believe
That I was in the presence of…you tell me.
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This is the dawn of the genesis of genius
Mental powers unlimited like dark phoenix
Finish this LP with the keenest of intellect
Contrast of convenience reminiscent of the internet
A double-edged sword is forged
There’s so many doors to explore
You become unsure if you’ll ever find the answers
PLUS, there’s many obstacles to divert you
Exercise the most frequently voiced virtue (patience)
And, when you’re finally on the verge to understanding
Then my words will finally alert you
To the deepest of the world’s ills
And rest assured I’m not just talking bout mic skills
I feel, the intentions of this planet’s inhabitants
Has been taken for granted, forsaken
So god will damn it in the form
of the abomination of armageddon
So are you getting your proper spiritual advancement
Undergo the soul advantage
The final placement of your soul is something you control
Based upon your actions and the contents of your mental factions
Instead of just partying and relaxing
Try practicing the art of abstinence from
Acts that lack any significance to spiritual upliftment,
Mental enrichment, emotional consistence, social indifference
Every bar that I write’s a life sentence
Locked in a three dimensional existence
Whose only intention is apply unconventional wisdom
In an attempt to a system of ignorance
By civilizing the civilians,
from savagery to a state of intelligence
With physical and philosophical evidence
That questions the relevance
of the myths generation’s been telling kids
That’s been a hindrance to their development
Why do we choose to confuse ‘em with cartoonish half-truths
More watered-down than a Pop tune is
So by the time they reach adult stages…
Nothing changes
Their brains over-flooded,
overly cluttered with trivial information
Making for a pitiful situation
A cheap imitation of righteousness,
a plastic relationship with god
Making it hard to break free or for anyone to get through
Plus, you view life merely based upon what YOU do
Not taking into consideration all things man previously has done
Which psychologically helped shape what you’ve become
In preparation for the spiritual stage, it’s essential to engage
in rigorous mental exercising,
extensive revising of our most basic beliefs
Cause most of what we naturally believe in
Has the potential to be deceiving
One of the first steps to personal achievement
accepting that nothing is beyond questioning
And based upon that reasoning
some of the most simple ideas can become puzzling
For example, take a word such as ‘fact’
When in actuality, no such thing truly exists
It’s an illusion
Based upon a mass belief system erected to avoid confusion
And, while that system holds great purpose
without the consciousness of the means in which it exist
it times it came become worthless
In turn, lowering the self-worth of the individual
Creating a chemical imbalance, complex mental challenge
That fuels the physical with lust, greed, jealousy and violence
The all-consuming attributes, all I ask of you
Is to unmask your true self (who are you?)
And who else can achieve that but you
But only once you realize life isn’t your true purpose
It’s the incubation process, used to cleanse the parts of the soul
So they can again become whole,
and travel beyond the earth’s surface
Love, money, power, desire and ambition
are what most often hurt us
Divert us from our goals
But those aren’t sources of evil
It’s more so the average mind’s of people are simply too feeble
to properly process these objects of possible positive concepts
Mainly because we view them as means conquest
May I suggest to let things naturally progress
Because the less you strive to impress
The more you suppress stress
Leaving the time for the mind
to consume some more important issues
And when you let them digest you, you’ll finally bear witness…
god is powerless
He sacrificed himself by creating life on earth
By dispersing his existence
Doing so in confidence that man, nature and animal could co-exist
But under-estimated man’s hunger for dominance
There’s a sort of ironic sentiment in what seems to be
The supreme being’s lack of common sense
Yet, still morbid, and these are metaphors,
not blasphemy, god forbid
I have these horrid visions in my brain
Of god in chains
His limbs pulled in two different directions
His skeleton snapped into two separate sections
His flesh yet...still...stretching
Seemingly on the verge of being from being torn
But not till all three of his creations (man, nature, animal)
Learn to co-exist, can god be reborn
AND, I plan to transcend all of this in due time
So when you seek for the true words of god…
You can simply read my mind
You can simply read my mind
(“Savage in pursuit of happiness”)
This is the genesis of genius
(“Savage in pursuit of happiness”)
This is the genesis of genius
(“Savage in pursuit of happiness”)
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(‘Truth is the first casualty, and the last wound to heal’)
This year I’ve unbandaged some old wounds
to see how they were healing
Some been there so long, nearly grafted to my skin,
so once I begun peeling
It resulted in ripping the shotty stitching
I had done so many years previous
Leading to them bleeding,
and thus knowing I must tend to them receiving proper treating
Recleanse and disinfect them
Cause even the dead skin of a wound needs to breathe
Plus it opens lines of communication
And, let them know, I let the bitterness go
And learned to love them,
simply based upon what I’ve learned from
And, I don’t mean to make it sound so easy...trust me
Even the memory of my childhood tears
left the resulting irony turning...rusty
And because I got so many material things I asked for as a kid
I was considered spoiled, now it more so relates
to the fact that fate seems late reading my expiration date
And, I always said, ‘I’ll work extra hard now,
So I’ll have more time and money with my daughter
when I became more successful’
Now, my daughter moved a thousand miles away
My time with her gets debated by lawyers
That I have to work extra hard to pay for
And I can’t think of much that could be more successful...
Alyssa Nikole’s the guiding light for my soul
On the long ride to righteousness
But with the light gone so far away, I fear I may stray
Lured by detours, leading me back to from whence I came
So I must endure, no matter how immense the pain
Cause I got goals, so I must be willing to walk over hot coals
On the pathway to positivity...
So if my sunlight has become moonlight
I’ll travel diligently into the night
Instead of waiting on things to improve themselves
I’ll personally take those steps
Until I breathe my final breath
And even then, I’ll have left a legacy
Of undying, dedication and hard work
And that’s a triumph within itself
(“I have nothing left to give”)
(“Back to my past, then forward to my future”)
(“Look inside of self for god”)
(“Look inside of self for god”)
(“Look inside of self for god”)
(“I’m grateful for the opportunity to make a difference”)
(“21 techniques”)
(“I’m grateful for the opportunity to make a difference”)
(“I’m grateful for the opportunity to make a difference”)
(“21 techniques”)
And although some might appreciate my passionate poetry
How many will wholly interpret properly?
Being it’s the brainchild of my own demons and angels
Which reside within me, and that’s private property
But recently I’ve been made aware
It’s healing to share both your passions AND your pains
So I carved the whole world a skeleton key
And if you’ve gotten this far, I trust you got yours
Which I hope that you’ll use...responsibly…
(‘I have nothing left to give’)
And, I’m aware of some of the great things I already accomplished
And I KNOW there’s more to be achieved
In on the eve of what could be my worst year ever,
I never believed
That true success would be effortless
I knew from the start of the challenge,
it’s all about the art of balance
And Formless equals X (7 X 3 = 21)
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