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Since putting up the new website, we realized that we had overlooked an important piece of content from the old Blackbook section - lyrics.

So, here they are again, the few songs that we did have, anyway. They are a little sloppy and ill-formatted, so they may read like excerpts from Charles Bukowski Run With the Hunted or something. But there is no doubt to their relevance. Plus, there is some insightful artist commentary included in Qwel's portion.

Also, I must warn you that the post itself is really long, so if you are looking for something specific, get your scrolling finger ready.

In the future we hope to put up more lyrics, and organize them alongside the track listings in our Releases section, but that's just wishful thinking for now.

Read on to access lyrics from:

Qwel - The Rubber Duckie Experiment
Qwel - The Harvest
Qwel - Dark Day
Qwel - Freezer Burner
Mestizo - LifeLikeMovie

from Qwel - The Rubber Duckie Experiment

THE RUBBER DUCKIE EXPERIMENT

I know how funny it was money laughed and cracked the see-saw (the imbalance of canned laughter)
Teachin’ I’m batter cake-like right, we wanna be raw
He’d thought he thought, we tap dance in cleats on piggy-back snakes
To light the mic among other things cause it gets me back safe (self-justification)
Cause today might be the happiest day that I’ve ever seen with my own 2 I’s
So you know I’ll have to hold ya to your frozen alive campaign lies till’ we mobilize
Open the globe (Shakespeare) from Rubber Duckie view lucky for you we grow the prize (soma)
Cure (Phillip Morris), times four, climb the bottomless pit
To bust it real in detail he’ll hush your oxygen fix(devils in the details)
The world’s end in "girlfriend" Cleo’s moccasin grip
Go cop a fifth of dogma ego wisdom and wander a bit
To contour ya favorite snakes’ insides wave high to the Duckie
If you’re real quiet, you can hear his guts cryin’ "trust me"
To lust the traps set in stone for you to stumble kids
Flips mics to crucifixes make ’em useless like us mumblin’
’Bout somethin’ that he can’t comprehend
Shape lines to play tug of war with the truth and shoot a friend
Time to double the proof or send the troops to justice
Hip Hop’s an army wife now and shouts the pendulum’s a musket
She’s loved by better men, but we can learn to pretend
Heard it’s all good in false hood ya’ll can murder with pens
I testify the ends don’t justify your venomous means (bling)
From Genesis to Dreamcasts pervert the message with speech
Cause today we’re gonna live the lessons less than we teach
Nail us to the page inspect it, and resurrect me
To name a snake by the shape of his prey
We pray to eat and leave this place of clay pot gods and pagan make-belief
About something that he can’t comprehend
Shape lines to play tug-a-war with the truth and shoot a friend
Sink your feet into this thick black tar
The son of smoke-rings
In brush strokes in coffee stained ghosts who toast to daylight (notebook paper)
Don’t it seem the time to pray right, in this dream with no sleep
Fluttering smoke rings with feet print living breathing thinking late night(like smoke in the dark)
To hold the grayest pages tightest leap these purple hurdles worded vertically
No strings, hopin’ the pages stay right (anti-writer’s block)
All night with slow drinks on the brink of patience’s cold sting (refined seven times)
To cast the die (The cast’ll die) to live this lie alone and greet the playwright
Someday we’ll live together but now it’s better we love the same fight
Only prey, this ain’t life, I made a fool of us in plain sight
In front of the school the rulers struck me down
Gave me a mule in a bucket and a str8 knife
To scrape along the bleeding snake bites
For you to see me, do battle with me to shape this clay mic
Cause today might, today might be the happiest day that I ever seen with my own 2 I’s
Over somethin’ that he can’t comprehend
Shape lines to play tug of war with the truth and shoot a friend
WIND INSTRUMENT (When in doubt, leave)
* The title, in essence we’re all a form of instrument, your shape and size determines your tone range and as lyricists we replace the pitch & tone for words & emotional reminders that act as a tone. So our words are our notes. The definition of a musical sound is a note, just like the definition of your meaning is a note. The same way that 2 people can hear the same song, and one will break down and the other cat isn’t feeling it whatsoever. So experience gives you the wisdom to listen.
* I wanted to see how many people observe things the way I observe things, cause this is exactly how I see it. We’ve agreed that our art is an explanation of our art. So anything can justify itself. We made ourselves kings.

- The poem that starts it off is meant to show a deep encounter that can happen between 2 strangers. The man is doubt.
I’ll be the dirty britches you don, born with torn knee
God warned he loved the red earth, smirked and spawned me(adam)
I found him in a pawn shop, guitar with 4 strings
Between rusted trumpets and busted keyboards with worn keys
"There’s no warranty", said a man with orange teeth
A splintered toothpick, but whispered music in his warm tea
I wrapped my tongue around the frets, and hummed the tune of scorched feet
Said I’ll take the trumpet too, and made his tuning fork weep
He said "This trumpet ain’t for sale, plus I ain’t the store keep
I used to play your guitar, now I’m just the floor sweep
Now these bones are only sweet tones that old boards creek
This flesh crumbles under the rumblin’ El like better men before me"
"see you, me, your misery... should form a 4-piece"
"well Who’s the other man?", he said
"You’ll understand when you’re free
See them chains ain’t really chains, there only anchors you’re weak(when holding an anchor its best to let it go)
Take them shackles off your ankles son, be thankful you’re free"
He said, "Well son of course you’re dizzy", busy callin' four three (Atheism)
I played it west on North plus way up north on Morse Street
I thought well how come he don’t play no more, playin’ poor me
He said, "I do, I just stopped when I heard the door creak"
Blow ya horn, the children chose to name ourselves
I call myself King Crab, but kinged the claws Qwel
CHICAGO, with lost souls & moes singin’ all well
Lords with vices and shifty eyes that blinked once and saw hell
Brothers of selfish struggles, liquor stores and Arabs
Baby’s dads’ hustle for money, gainin’ chunky/bloody face scabs
It ain’t funny; they’ll shank your drunken yuppie cake ass
Where rockheads don’t fall for dummies (whoops), cause they love the taste bad
My sky’s a jail cell ceiling with butane tags
A whole town of motherfuckers, just a few claim dad
It’s tribulation, stationed on this doomed train path
A time for patience, I walk Jeshua’s truth sake pact
The same light that Sike puked under like 2 days back
Had a tight KizerCAB on it, right, dues paid fat
Still my windy prison shines within like Kool-Aid packs
The shitty brick upon brick to chill the blue flame math
With insanes, canes & hats to get your toupee snatched
With boxcars & snake eyes the place where Tuesday’s crap
Will lead to funerals on Friday, but dude ain’t mad?
It’s the insanity that made a man of me in this swamp
On Blackhawk where backtalk can get your family stomped
Where hammers swinging banshees sing to please the phantoms we fought
Who play dead like basehead fantasies & candy fiend thoughts
Where cats spittin’ typically will leave you mammary soft
Where cops kill the cipher guarantee, calamities cross
666 lost on the banana heat tossed (actual # of murders – Chicago 2001)
In my city, where the law pities the granite street boss
To call God green as Cabrini as this planet veers off
Don’t fool yourself it’s war callin’ this Sodom sty home
Those that conquer shall be saved, come my father my throne
We made ourselves kings....
The fat & happy Rubber Duckie squeaks
It’s hell within these dim streets streaked with wind burned curbs
The belly of the beast where demos speak in sin slurred words
Anguish as deep as language barriers and gifts worth work
Where cats scratch for sacks of herb until that cistern burst
Where serpents won’t wait their turn to stick that intern nurse
Where winter hurts if you ain’t from here (Imagine that)
It’s mistletoe town for death flirtin’ with brim turned herbs
Where handshakes and paper worship is what kids learn first
It’s Lady Liberty’s disease plagues with pimp fur shirts
Crowned victorious, drown warriors in skin turned Earth
Like it’s the homicide that makes you modify your path home
Where draggin’ (dragon) feet near crackin’ (crack and) concrete will get your back broke
I promise monsters exists and hiss at crystal glass souls
To shatter martyr flesh the art of death, this shit’s a black hole
Where cops stop to give their arm a rest and launder that dough
Rockin’ Kevlar amour vests, hard enough to cap slow
The lung cancer murder capital, puff to excess
Dumb deaf & blind, 99& the last math toll accessed
Pastor knows stress where madness don’t rest
The best rappers snap back to back to shit on assholes
Where misery seems to plateau and dreams are commodities
I pray for earthquakes to break this hypnotic monotony
Cause the mics will see to justice, all we gotta be is patient
We just bought the lock and key, and got repaid with abomination
The biggest lies fall between us, let the fat & happy still feast
I’m laughin’ at me too, still smokin’ Phillies
The windy city’s just the tip of it, the wicked chill streets
But those that conquer shall be saved, come my father my peace
We made ourselves Kings
The fat & happy Rubber Duckie squeaks
We made ourselves Kings
I got a one sided penny and a one trick pony
One is the loneliest number
So I’mma flip it I’mma beat this dead horse until it speaks
Please leave me alone in my slumber
(Who gets it?)
HOST
Narrative about a schizophrenic on the red line watchin his own reflection
Rubber Duckie rains (reigns), mangled drum drops that drips taps
Call it what it is, or call it what it ain’t - that simple(?)
Hat cymbals (symbols) crash to fascinate assholes to mask the mad simple
Crippled asshole with a magic bag of dimples for your cancer
Rubber Duckie laughing answers out, well why you hackin’ riddles?
That sunset there looks just like a painting, ask a black widow
She’ll tell you that we made it, but she taped it to your back window
The pasty cream of cynisdom, inner wisdom tastes like being abstract
I think thee protest too much ("No I’m not, no I’m not") but it’s just a hint though
A GLIMPSE OF A JOKE ABOUT A BROKEN BRITTLE SOLDIER SWOLLEN SINGED THROAT
With hopes and dreams but fell asleep in a heap of insults (Awww...)
The bride of free speech fucked her brother the Rubber Duckie grins so....
I’m leavin’ it up to you signed the un-wackest with 6 thumbs
It’s like I must be bitin’ both of us that spit dope
The illest period (.) Nope. Etcetera dot dot quote (..")
Shit on your inner wicked stepsister and her knock knock jokes
Rip your little Osh Kosh style and hotbox the hemp rope
Those that don’t teach question mark (?) Dot end quote (.")
Rubber Duckie rains coats to dead man in mosquito piss puddle
What you lookin’ at? Your reflection’s up here, but it’s subtle
Your thoughts see it best dark in artificially lit tunnels
At least part of us writes, grip the Duckie tight with white knuckles
But the way I dance with us, glancin’ up at frightened chuckles
He ain’t nobody, but my twin will rock the mic just like I’m quite humble
The funnel spiders and black widows spin nets in case I stumble
Before I find my spot, to finally get it off my chest

Who the fuck I am and not why I’m not
Rubber Duckie’s got glue boots and one trick(horse hooves)
Your moon is made of cheese, man, shake believe until the sun skips
He’s glad you think about him when you write and all
But after all is said and done, you learned I love you
Then we can all
Peep the drum drip taps
Amongst your sunlit scraps
And Turrets
Um um
Boasting in the post script
How the oceans got froze
No shit
Who voted
I musta missed the meeting again I suppose
Supposed
Walking The Plankton
(be you do what you do,dr.pepperits getting hot in here s.. . ...it aint hard to run circles around targets cause there all lined up.



from Qwel - The Harvest

The "IT" in "Keeping IT Real"

I hear tons and tons of arguments about what "real" means in the term "keeping it real". Serial killers keep it real by serial killing. I think where the phrase hinges is more relevantly the word "it". What are you keeping real? My personal definition of "it", I think it’s the same "it" from "Just Do It"....

But brothers would it kill us to change?
And chain em up in prison when it filled em with hate, cause ain’t a difference
It’s pound for pound the literal weigh
Stay down for now
It’s crowns are minutes away
And hey, to each his image, with satan lickin his fangs
But sang bandstand freedom in it’s business of slaves
Who paid Jay-Z and Mantan to give it away?
Shit’ll take some new brand pants to get us to stay
Make haste
To the pinnacle, infinite, made of mineral clay
Today we’re diamond, nickled, crippled out of critical rate
A little wisdom with some rhythm to pray
A place within em, livin grace as original as the middle of gray
His cynic cake and Antoinette with a tyrannical taste
Faith abandoned
How we wise if even famine obeys?
Now we’re swimming with the salmon to calamity’s lake
With granite feet, shaped from vanity and grammy speech "thanks"
The late great planet E
The hand of greed squeezed, fannin these flames
Nine to five will be the ant theme, but man, it’d be great
Time’s a lie, Yah’s alive, why’s it man that we praise?
Anchor hands and canvas feet
Like, damn if we say
Standing deep beneath the, deep between the span of these banks
It might take a Barbie chant to get the answer dj’ed

But man it might change us to stay
Straight line em up and shoot em when they cued em for fame
It’s the same unnamed shooters, through the hoop with the flames
Saying truth is the rain, remain luminous and true to this or lose it in vain
Computer Judas rather view it through the tube in his brain
Supersized, eyes swollen open, two to a cage
Mother funded dungeons, running on punishment budgets
Someone’s up to something
Govern it, two to a plane for fame, sing it again, a cell
Scream it, a gain, a name
Losin it paid us well
Keep it the same and bang
Claimin the realest real
To reel in your favorite slave
Peeling the seal revealed for real
His name remains the purest
See the trees for the forest
Born to be the force of meteors or screamin it towards us
They’d sort us off in sections
There deception ignores us
To sort us to the new world
Or new world orders
For motherfuckers that would maim us to prey
Aim and pay em off as senators
The predators bait
Fate inevites the snake
Like, whatevers your flav
Pay the rent for your president
We’re peasants or slaves
Which is better?
Richest debtors get a whip whipped instead of a say
Let it fix itself, while dangling from venomous fangs
Your name is sediment
The bestest threats to get you to break
To make the exodus from genocide
The letters we paint

But brothers would it kill us to change from vain, jiggy, diddy, viddy what you give me to up jump the boogie
But man it might change us to stay the same shitty, gritty, cities hittin kiddies with fronts, stunts, and hoodies
Sissies with a name and claim to fame, woody looking goody, it’s all boogie to beat beat beat
With deceit seat seeded and conceit’s teeth gleamin, the truth gets diluted to me me me
Broken Wing

A Satan dis.

Dah nuh na na nuh
G4 fo sure, we’re goin to war son
On his snide pride lyin with a smile and forked tongue
Stealin with his eyes, chillin back of the forefront
Will’s design to ill the mind, but here the fourth horse comes
Screamin come freedom in this season of drought
Masonic demons meet in secret, we believe it aloud
Without the greedy, grubbin, ducky hands just feet in the clouds
Swingin sickle at these anti Christos, keeping us down
Blingin, heathen at this bloody freak-nic, geekin to drown
Crowds of weekend warriors, but Meaty seeked so we found
Never peace on this earth, reserved for sleep in the ground
Awaken only perfect in to keep the weakness without
But who’s that creepin in the teachin without speakin a sound?
The loudest deacon fell asleep and shrouds his speech with a doubt
Yah’s fallen singer, fingers you down to scheme and a shout
Blinded eyes screamin, "why?" tryin to beef with the how

(on the ground)
Wonder how with no wings, but we’ll both fly
Only a fool would bring war on the Most High
(is that your broken wing)
Is that your broken wing? misery lovin company, huh?
Hopin we both die

He who’s living in vain, though it’s given us blang
And paints life in image, gimmicks in this splintering frame
Tainted gift, that fallen angel clipped, crippled and lame
Limpin for sympathy, bitch-like, but his riddle’s his name
His fiddle dribbles out the brittlest twang, the vain cynical
Derail the faith train to enflame your fame, literal
Brang pain, vain to maintain the slaves brains, and claims of brave ways, but can’t stay safe and hidden though
It’s either beefin or vegans or white Jesus in the middle road
Posed for sold simpletons
Frozen in a glimpse of hope
Focus dimmed and interscoped
Floatin winter’s splintered boat
Notice hiss in intervals
Lotus twigs and integrals
Known as bitch to flitty hoes
Golden grip and fixing votes
Sold us six in Christmas "ho’s"
Broken scripts and videos
Jokin jist skinny bows
Locin shitty city folk
Hopin if the kiddies quote
They’ll see him as the pinnacle
Yah

My eyes open high to the bloody horse soundin
Real birds and bees, honey forty four thousand
Comin on this cloud with a quake and a loud wind
Singin with this, Jesus to the drum of war poundin
We found him, now’s the season, ain’t no reason for doubt, shit
If you ain’t bout it, bout it, you’re about to get drowned kid
Til all praise Yah’s triumph, Zion, this mountain
All that realized, I find my ties at his fountain
Bounce on witherin, slitherin ain’t no side round it
Or way to stay out, to catch the snake on his down rip
With triple six brow, frow toutin this foul chip
Blazin, amazed at how this truth just sounds sick
Fakes ain’t forever like the weather just sound bit
When lightning strikes twice on my mic and resounded
We wonder in the thunder ground without the dumb proud shit
To see you on His judgment with a Blount and a crown vic
The Siren of Liberty Island

The statue of liberty. If it walks like a duck, and talks like a duck...

I once was asked how to make liberty’s idol last for centuries
I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy
She’ll be standin with her back turned, burnin, smirkin towards her enemies
She better be hollow from head to toe with horns beamin out respectively
Just ask pretty penny about her copper torch, shorts, and bad data
Must’ve made her mad, well, the way she turned her back away to fuck her neighbor
Green with envy, seen the ending with her forced force torch a saber
Ashamed of sister liberty, gimmicky sourced, and faith flavored
Both whores and finicky sports to play the game
Left sores and razor pissins, different day, the same invader
Drift away
It’s the way to ensure the surest source for paper
Ya’ll can either respect her cheddarish scepter or be a slave to
Ya’ll get me, God bless these snakes, bally fakes, and alley-gators
Walter Raleighed hate, coca-cola bottle flavored mothers and brothers without a say to
Or way to make the rent, pavement played and spent hence, cavemen make the sense
And fences for cash prayers
And past tense saviors
The same bitch’ll make you fly two planes just to awake ya
Dresses like a million bucks in cash favors
Makes me wanna Ralph Nader, ask Wheezy, Alpha Beta
It’s fast feces and mass sedaters, evil masked to master bait us into class rags
And mass graves through crack crusaders
Snakes with smart chips that wanna vaccinate us
Make us fat and racists, mad and rapists, glad it breaks us
So she cages us like larouche in the bottom of her blackest basement
Makes us fags for fads to keep us in our padded places
Hacks a cackled crash and asked us where our scattered faith went
Trash in her left hand, rats in her right, laughin how the rats altogether rappin, masses jaded

Stacked like a brick shit house, the louse that hates
On the shortest route to doubt for clout on an out and out to bait you
Shapes youth and euthanates truth do for take two
Soon as Pfizer breaks through she swoops her prey, elusive ain’t who
Just do it, flew into two traders, it’s today’s news
Right behind her back, gravity’s angel, with a great view
See she’s a true novice, (novus), ordo seclurum
See a skewed vote is just more dough to secure em
To a view broken and short rope to lure them
To a lewd token choking fool, blue for no insurance, boat cruise ignore the current
Divorce court adjourned with Gomorrah burnin
Squirmin like a whore in church, service to her person, worship through her purse width
Perfume fumes and vermin, loop de loop nooses drew in cursive
But why’s she cursin
Starts with lie (li) ends in birdie (berty) fly, a little worm told me it’s perverted
Give me your huddled masses backs so we can crack with burden
I once was asked how to make liberty’s idol stand for eons
She’d brandish a torch with no light on some stolen land she peed on
At the base it’d be a rat race poem for her to rest her feet on
The whole world stirred green with envy like that sheet she dons
I once was asked how to make liberty’s idol last for centuries
I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy
She’ll be standing with her back turned, burning, smirkin towards her enemies
She’d better be hollow from head to toe, with horns beamin out respectively
Deuterium

Water, ice, vapor...Father, Son, Holy Ghost.
The first verse is a bunch of men in a cave watching a water drop leftover from the flood trickling down a cave painting (peep how it’s formless water and formless God). Second verse is specifically ice on frozen water (peep how it’s Christ, tangible God, and tangible solid water). And the third verse is a mirage in the desert (peep how a mirage lets you see your desire, you’re thirsty , you’ll see water, hungry, see food. Same as the Holy Spirit shows you what you need)

I be water globed gold sole host particle from flash flood
As random routed path as math magnified caves splashed in ash mud
Travel back before your wahs, laughs, graf, grass, and cash was
The dew on day one back to the past before your planets axis even had a sun (Son)
Ran a canyon swam a mountain’s mouth and sprouted out a mustard seed
See to me it’s nothing could just as easily drown you or be what you breathe
Enslaved by plastic I weep and dream of the days when I once was free
The cleanest cumulus polluted and looted to fuel someone’s greed
Leaks your blood, sweat, and tears crystal clear freeze unreluctantly
From Mariana’s trench to mama’s breast through the dead who plundered me
I hum the breeze at high tide seas come and gusts the thunder sings
Under me your lives cry to my sky and plummets drink
Beating heart of the oasis taste it sacred thirsty subtle sweet
Perfect puddles deep sleep for worthy burning learned humble feet
To whisper misery released shudders huddled in sputtered streaks
Rinsed the filth from you heat spilt guilt in ill destructive streets
Conduct your sleep in pure silken ripple linen luster sheets
Or faucet leak rung peaking beat enough to hunt or interrupt your dreams
The father all upon this earth as we know it
The catalyst for Yahweh the drops He made will keep it flowin

I be solid H brother 2 O sole life preserver
Swelled wells expansion on the word thirst quell the flames of Hades
The last and first to burst fizzle crack or ice to ice burgle crash your worldly crash fast and return back to the state that shaped me
Draggin crosses crossed it skate the Bering straight then frost bit
To coughin water mains exhausted bangin and sang the drains freeze
To cease the faint tinkin leakin change speed to demon shrieking faucet
Autumn answers me by name to grant the sleepless brains peace
Paint trees with gleamin fangs ain’t no thing to rain sleet
Or stave heat or pave streets where your seeds play or make you wait Gene
I make panes creak where reigns cease to streak when cans of paint wheeze
Hands and knees on fourths teeth on thirty-seconds beat angrily
Naw thankfully we ain’t your bling but you can walk this lake with me
To much waiting (weight) peep displacement or thawed the faithless that sank beneath
Fractal of the sacred three but me the block form as matrices
Fate proceeds where track froze predators prey patiently
Gold chips brick and brittle riddle PhD’s that play degrees
But ain’t got and ain’t got to say to me
If only they should teach shiver snakes while they pay for heat
Though they breathe through faith I’m that breath that they can see that they need that ancient seed

I’m that quenchin vision drenched and risen from the sun’s burst of heat
Deep image that the thirsty seek creepin through this desert
Headed horizon line serviced and blurred beneath these birdies wings
Though the diverted see their pleasure the deserved servants see their measure
Peep me these lessons essence means pressure
Guessers need not flirt and see
I can turn this unworthy earth debris
Or work your levers
Who the Heavens turn through burn you meek debtors worship me
The heat to wet ya peep sweat to leave ya festering
Hot tempered
Checked battlers the catalyst through which the message breathes
Question who el crease swell the reference to heads of steam
Above this mezzanine of schemes deceit hell respects this cream
Not the bull spit cash cause really everything’s acceptions me
Perceptions peak at threece concepted each a section breathe the lesson drink the lesson
Omnipresent streams of deep perfection
Set in presence effervescence wetted rest in peace
Said in me
Set it free the best reflected energy to the scent the cent degree
Where v in victory is five the second letter I is three
See in perspectives twenty twenty t is crossed respectively
Let the receptive see
The Network featuring Mestizo

I was inspired to do this song off that movie "They Live". I’m trying to be kind of like the high-tech ear plugs, so you can hear what the radio is really saying, translating the doublespeak. I feel like that scene in the movie "Network", where the guy demands all the viewers to get up and open their window and scream "I’m mad as hell and I’m not gonna take it anymore!" Mestizo’s character is the television.

Don’t you love it when I hate you and choke your brain
You know it’s hip hop cause I spelled it wrong
Naw, glam glitter bitches hit the road to fame
Game’s spinnin in a circle till it’s loced insane
Flawed thought walked in the middle of the talked bought brought
Brang and taught as auction block
Nauseous slop
The marquee spot
The coffee’s hot
The offer’s not
The faulty top
In tangy malty froth
Come to salt these crops
Bobby socks change to Barbie stocks
With the stop dot dot dot dot plus go to commercial
Your work load fold, don’t you turn the dial
Run a mile in a circle, unlearn a child
What you earn when you burn into ashes in urns
With the dirty cash, smirkin murder smile
That’s when the party stops
In the Audi ox
Plus the blazin hot Bacardi stocks
Marky Mark rock the same chop block
(Way back in the day?)
Don’t you hate it when I love you and probe your dreams
You know it’s hip hop when it’s out for self
Singing double thinking time
Slingin choking screams
Going once going twice
Oh, it’s sold for cream
Sing along with the pawns of the broken king
Seen the check comin, runnin, then he sold his queen
To the piece with it’s claws in the golden screen
Think long, think wrong, what the vultures teach
Floatin thousand dollar liquor, while your culture sinks
Beep beep in the jeep, why you focusing?
I never ever let you roaches see the lotus leaf
Who freed you from the mold so your soul can sing?
I showed you wealth, in a way, it’s what you owe to me
If you leave now, please, now it’s only me
Don’t release that remote, where you going, B?
All alone I can’t control my control machine
I thought you loved it when I hated you and sold you things
Don’t leave me dog, I need you like this golden bling
Like a hole in the dome, and a phone in the jet, and a step to the edge, till I know you bleed

I got rims on the yacht
Spinners on the watch
Trigger on the cops
Dinner on the moon
Been around the world in a pearl balloon, saloon stocked, on the rocks, and you heard the tune
Capathy

Song about how desensitized America is about guns. ’As cheap as toasters and as easy to use as cigarette lighters" to quote Kurt Vonnegut.

Coward human got a gun, he’s down to shoot it, run
Bow before his outward spouting power
A flower slumps in the slums
A crushing flood on someone’s love, someone’s son, someone’s done
(Buck, Buck, Buck, UHHH)
And the rain sings like, I don’t care
And the train howls like, I don’t care
But where them thugs at, so other thugs know just who to bust at
Some dumb ass brats who buck at other thugs, but miss as much as tap
To cap a total stranger’s rug rat
Waitin on the bus mad
Not another mustard...puff...slug through lung and lunch bag
Fuck cats actin adamant about thug ass philosophy
But oddly enough never changed a diaper or diaper wrapped colostomy
Rap about zaggin rags, I highly doubt it
Let the dragon out on babies babies, now ain’t a side round it
(I don’t care)
Drowning flowers ain’t a thing, not for cowards fraid to sing
That goes for cops up on Howard
Panoptic tower made of heat
It’s raining steel nails through tissue boat sails and gales of dollar cream
Hail increase like collars, fathers martyred out of ink
Think how slaughtered daughters’ mothers weep it out without an ounce of sleep
Salty heaps of sniffled "why’s" crystallized round her cheeks
Sees the skies as just clouds now
Shouts in her pillow wet
But where my killer’s killers?
To fill in her children’s silhouette
Chillin, building hell, feelin well, killin something
Blood for miles, high as a horse’s bridle, demons runnin, Jesus comin
Told em
Hold em to an unrepentant sentence, senseless muggin
Desensitized eyes, shruggin pride, to deny your lungs from pumpin
He’s the hardest motherfucker ever fucked a mother
Brother bucker
Bust at thunder in his slumber
Up to pluck your number
Peace,
The Harvest
Rubber Duckers, he’s retarded
Swingin his sickle, gleanin brittle garden, marksman sucks you under

I don’t care
Road Atlas

The introduction (first verse) starts with a state of affairs. Second verse is a fable about atheism according to a saw. The conclusion (third verse) is feeling like Atlas.

Expanding time man I’m needle whistled breeze at cactus edge
Teehee giggle shreiks the greedy beasts but guess why rap is dead
Hence this pen is atlas
Backing this ball of madness
Cracked and dead
Set in math and headin fast
To crash this anti-accident
With heads and monster markers
Dueling friends and Brutus’ secrets
Sleepless months the hunter seeks the meekest fueled on foolish weakness
Let’s move to move to the peaks of mars
Ain’t seen the ocean’s deep yet
Sing the pros and cons of congress
We’re the only beast that regressed
With songs about thongs dog as long as we keep the beat fresh
And drool before this crippled pope
And droolin speech it’s greed fest
These thugs need to think hard
Scarred murderers with weak hearts
And stars sellin souls for dough
Misleadin folks like we god
There’s an ethos
Learn to read think seek the release of enoch
Not the fable feebled knee knockin locked label weasels that greed bought
Stock options and say so netards bob to j-lo
And playdoh freezing from mock copped rocks that they copped from jayho
Can’t wait to repay these snake a-holes that claim they slang they yayo
But ate souls from Harvey section eight to Agatite and Hazel
With satan in the waitin room your favorite toon and baby cradles
Gotta stay in Scripture pray it hits ya
Cause on this rip death’s an angel
Sickenin as fake Christian grins and pagans spinnin in bank rolls
Makes us grim and stay stone and strays kids from the way home
It’s simple subtle suckled since infancies slithering fables
Whispering winter upon it’s finger tips just to skin this maple

I sing of that harvest
I sing of that breeze
And stingin footprints and fingernails
And deep inhale this sleep
I must admit though
When it flips snow
Rain or hail I tweek
It’s the bad knees in the jealous rebel in you telling you that it’s me
I sing of that harvest
I sing of that breeze
And stinging footprints and fingernails
And deep inhale this sleep
I must admit though
When it flips snow
Rain or hail I tweek
It’s the bad knees in the jealous rebel in me telling me that it’s me

I seen it all the saw sings
The carpenter’s not real
I led my teeth along your long desert
And measured what I can steal
Saw nothing of worth
Some furniture along the way I guess I shaped
Stainless orphan he said
I’m the dust this table must be my name
Stained glass hand grooves in the handle
Man I seen it all I mean it
Ask any handsaw that’s a handsaw
Man naw I leave paintbrushes bleedin
Busy describing what I’m a paint when I’m a paint but why am I painting...
I’m table oasis with no places left set to eat at
Ego clinks his teeth on his shovel
Hand me to me to reap the feedback
Right as rusty nails slightly tapped rings peels of lightning see that’s
The problem....
He’s a plumber and of no use to the screwy nails
Pretending he’s pretending he’s pretending
Jesus coming gunnin demons runnin ummin to see the Son at summit
Feedin this greedy media beast sleepin with these youngins in it’s stomach
Turns mine signed turn mime now it’s gimmicks in his mic check
Ripping nothing on purpose
To purpose this image in our likeness
Like like
I guess these little rich bitches must think we like stress
Right right
From fondulac to Iraq and back it’s life’s test
and life’s ledge and red lights and dead mice and what nike says
And trife heads and meth pipes white dreads and at life’s ledge
We read it right they wrote it wrong
And left all of these mics dead
Couldn’t see the writing on the wall
Through all the ballers at the hype fest
Spittin eat drink be merry dog cause tomorrow your life ends
And it’s as real as that solo serpent
Rollin for dough low in his nice benz

Chicago ’66

The record industry hollering at an artist through the character of a pimp from the sixties in Chicago hollering at a prostitute.

How they pimpin slippin backwards like not it hypnotic and it’s not a game
I got fame in the back and he came with the snake in the closet but not a name
And it might be yours if you like these scores unlike before you got it made
Just pay us homage and promise to bring dollars to the bottomless safe
With a diddy and a video to show my tricks
And a chip on your shoulder when you pose for flicks
But still owe on the throne from the poster splits
I control the mix and you know this shit
Mint foldin holdin his golden gimmick to limit his focus
Hopin this molten image prison was a prison long before he sold it
All this shit’s mine like what’s yours
But what’s more I got it quoted
To the dot o six with more tricks to record so the office door sits open
Endorsment forces in cohorts of sorts was poking
At a subtle promotion to slow the drop in hop hip profits from slopin
Go get it my precious go getter business is cold weather sped up
Whether it upsets me though I figured cold cheddar would know better than bust
I meant dough from the show and a cut from the front
We’ll chat about the rest and invest in the past just as fast as we know it’s successive bumps

Go ahead and get it darlin who’s a star
Anyway any minute gotta prove your heart
Penny saved let me get it it’s the floozy’s part
Gotta work for the turf and the jewels we bought
First time I seen you line front
Shinin like a movie star with a rhyme like a diamond mine and a mind like a ruby heart
You’re who we are
The smarts and the jewelry art
Did the charts mark stars when you fell to the milky way
You’re a dime to duke would I lie to boo
We in it like silken suede
I love it when you get it flip hate it when you don’t misses it’s hypnosis in strippin pole position grinning gold so most of the pros I know won’t wanna miss it

Don’t stop get it get it the world gets so little when you’re rich
Strut switch it up a bit strip stiff upper lip hookin in the public fish
It’s your one to six and the funds you get from your publishin and politics
You can fly to the top if you ride with the don and sign on as the bottom bitch
Pocket stitches poppin out of nitches miss just give me what you love hit me with a dub
You’re the sun and the moon and and the diamonds shinin so pretty in the club
You’re rollin with the king’s king holder of the bling bling
To see that the sluts get out
Till the dough gets back where the quotient at get a told ya slap with a note attached explainin fact
There’s love in the game sweet thang but you can’t put a fold in that
When it rains bring change king plays coach’ll take ya where the coats is at
Obey what we say or the week day grind in the line of the oprah mat
Get paid in sheep’s hay ho if we say so vultures where the cultures at
It’s spin like a ’lac in a cal de sac
Or just tic tac toe where the o’s get slashed
It’s all about love if it ain’t about love well love with a bogus laugh
The coldest acts only homey but the holding pact coulda told ya that
Keep the change and your name in the street when the seasons and they change cold and fast

It’s a shame what a motherfucker do today with these snakes out here givin loot away
See it’s all in the wrist and the grip of the fall if it’s all a ball shit shoot away
Mang dig it chain thickness
Just jot that blotch on the dotted line
It clangs and fixes itself to riches but listen misses what you got is mine
Apologize if it’s crass just get that cash and bring it back
My hoes hit the scene in tact with the fattest bling where the green is at
See I see to that
Where the grievance pact I seen it just this morning some corny type refused to front us recording rights so we sued em for performing warning

Ugly Hungry Puppy

It’s about insincere, greedy ass, two-faced, fish in the barrel shooting, lowest common denominator, rapping, Nuevo riche, politician, poets...or the lack thereof.

Screamin everybody, anybody, nobody, ain’t it funny
Insincerity just made me a whore
I got this feelin that you don’t love me like I love me
Cause if you did you’d give me so much more
Of your money and your time
Spineless putty, fudge a rhyme, lines of slutty hussies
Tee-hee, love’s a dub at the door
Me me, buck for support
The biggest duck in the source forged, struck for stubs he tore
War bucks, shucks, but what was it for
I forgot a lot of odds and ends, like God and friends, and lonely faces
Mostly sacred places that we fucked on tour
We trudged on fore
Sport a grimace for the anti witness sickness
Spittin candid candy Christmas
Slipped his slough on the floor
Given just us rewarded, trusted lust at the rusted core
Sinkin fink with double wink and nudge in accord
I only seek relief
Anomaly
Anomaly of honesty
Not the easy wanton skeeze, nobody loves and adores
It all got muddled up so subtlety
Releasing love between greed and greeting hugs and easy drugs, I mean direction was the purpose
Once at least, even if only puddle deep
But you all disappeared once my tongue touched the reflection reflecting on the surface
It didn’t taste much like I wanted it
Switch,
My buds must be off a bit
Often it’s the audience that clutched the reward
Tell em what they want, shit if you want what they got
Struck so suddenly, I can’t believe it never sunk in before
We can patronize the fatherless and march em to the bottomless pit
Shit if it fits, antagonize a cliché
Garbled garbage, so called artists flip, and ego guarded martyr trips
But peep the rattle hinds and neat fangs
Babble minded weak ways
Cattle rhyming these days
Apple shined and sweet glazed
Grab those diamonds, greed pays
And makes the climb go each way.............................I know
Tell em sit around and heads’ll geek to kiss the curb
Then we’ll sell em fish a noun instead of teach em fish a verb
Seven diadems in the flesh, stress like, what should I wear?
To dribble spittle to the middle safe, like, fuck, should I care
Screamin, everybody, anybody, nobody, funny
Insincerity just made me a king, bling
I got this feeling that ya’ll love me like an ugly hungry puppy
But if not then please save me three seats
And maybe we’s me
And maybe you ain’t, tainted self hell
With patients like Kavorkian
Narcishorties sang the cd
At least the pattern formin habit for the early fish to grab
Shit, at most, awaited latest was the lamest release


It’s all about the unit, push love
Love, assuming it’s love
If you insist, love
Somebody, anybody, this tomb isn’t love

Where I Go, There I Go

I figured if you’re cynical about love, you’re pretty much fucked. For those that can relate.

When times get rough, you’re my diamond in the now
Lining in the clouds
Smiling with a child
Cry to get it out
The why to stick it out
Through stress in silent sittin bouts
For being patient with this weak man
While his mind is flippin out
Just a million miles between us, venus
Yah made your eyes emblazoned sapphires for me
Like ain’t a half a smile between us
The way your cheeks spring up
Sweet tongue
Hung behind meek doves
Thinking thirst through this drought aloud
The singing clouds I speak of
The mother to your mother
To my sons
Your love is thunder
Sung from Heaven
You’re my sun and water, daughter of redemption
Mentioned always in my silence
My asylum in your iris
Every shade of silk I dream in
Deep secret streams that I confide in
Spring breeze greet the green leaves
United with this dry wind
Like diving into violets, gliding free, no one’s an island
She’s a diamond tree
Pearl limbs like nag champa
Purr grin like myrrh samba
I thank Yah with words
But burn when they’re not enough
It’s the psalm I’d spit to Christ twice, wife,
Your tears are ice swans
My gift to life, light like
Your embrace, the grace of white fawns
Arriving dawn that I’ve awaited life-long, when she yawns
Right palm and arm, the softest song sung to the farthest heights and nights when he’s gone
Nothing to offer thee right, like my life in this song
A flight to leave, no night of sleep, it seems to frightfully wrong
It feels like life’s a drink of soul
To hold my wife in these arms
To seek the greatest heights to seat you
And decipher these psalms

Just a million miles to dream of
Your kiss is Indian summer swings and sweet plum
To see you sleep like Spanish moss
And hear you breath sun
Dare to compare you to the clear blue and the deeps I speak from
Like kingdom come, prepared for two in moments, life, the roses she hung
Light forms through ballerina fingers
Man, she sings when it’s funny
Strummed like honey harp strings to the heartbeat of the breeze and just loves me
Fit puzzle piece
Your cheeks are peach trees in Eden sleep in sweet shade
To make the seven seas between us shrink in a blink
Where we can dream of the day
Sea sprayed, Sonoma sunrise eyes, and tiger lily lips
Witness the Tigris spilling over and over, pupil solar eclipse
Big sky iris
Divided by the cutest nose in existence
Violet misted horizons and mystic islands in the distance
Just to sit in silence
With water rippled fingertips to violin
How this mile ain’t an inch to climb
Smiling your winter pines
Pygmalion hips and thighs, and a mind I’d die to hide in
Flip script to it’s just a twisted trip we’re sittin side by side in
Treasure of Poseidon, who can find the finest incense
Kiss the edge of prism light
Like misses life
Thistle less inset
Crimson grinning rose
Timeless, chiseled in stone
Throne silken linen
Just a million instances from home

Ruby Ragdollenne

A song about a real life back up dancer. Dead in her bathtub with the whole world standing around finally looking at her face. The conclusion is a man who knew her walking out into the ocean and never turning back.

Please doctors don’t worry, not that Ruby liked to be burned
She truly was the dreamer, mommy’s secret singer
Would just rarely let a lover beat her
Lest she had it coming
Well, once or threece maybe, that’s it
But who’s something
Daddy used to hum it with a smile on
But never with the lights on, long nights just numbin
Slutty perfume, and ruined pork roast, soaked wardrobe
Scars
Ruby grew up with bubble gum cheeks runnin
Streets
Sweet child, steep summit
Plummet, pink tile and all (Tylenol) a weak stomach
The driest eyeball, waterfall calm, dream caught, night crawlin, subtle "aw nothing"
The humming birds sang they saw nothing
But soft rain hanging from the plumbing
Flooding from her grimace
Image hiding in this furnace
Soul soakin in the summer like it’s breaking in her sunburn
Monsters in her road home, she knows them by their number
Her daughter named her mother, she was weeping drunken tangos
Sunken under vanity table, in shrunken angles
Rusty angels fuckin with my day dream, the chuckling stain sings
The drain chokes, the day goes on
But not a day goes by
That she don’t sing those songs
So the day you fly is the day I died
Today I die

Dear weeping Ruby, tears streaking cheek bones
He moans, he remembers everything, singin three feet of sea foam
It’s getting deeper Ruby, we failed you as your brothers
Your genesis was a whisper
But exodus like thunder
And ever since the summer I died
I’ve been under high tide
I can’t take it no more
This pain wading my time
I’m weighing me down, dear Ruby
Would you mind if I hang around
Dear truly
Would you mind if I stayed and drowned
Red Ruby
Would you hate it if I painted out loud
Dear truly

Pain staking His palms He can make it along
But can’t make it alone
There’s strangers playin your song
Can’t wait for that long, in Yah’s cradling arms
The Creator of all, imperfect Ruby
A Little Something

Just a little something I wrote.

I thank Yah for the effort that He set in my soul
And for His Son and all my brothers who perfected my hope
For all the times and the love that I neglected to show
I’ve grown better through this stress in the regret that I’ve known
The molten fire deep inside us that remembers us home
Yah got us, it’s on us to select direction to grow
For the depth of the effortless breath that swept through my soul
The respect never expected but accepted as gold
Through this December flesh session flows reflect in the cold
The lessons represent in essence the measured length of the road
That’s the truth has been the truth before sex ever sold
Wept for control, and countless soldiers folded from pressure alone
This flesh is just snow rolled wet protecting this stone
Keep the stone nice
Christ swept your debt from the throne
See there’s demons in between us, that fiend to step on your stone
To ascend to Heaven, just as evil as deception is old
Let it be known these are the end times, demented headlines
With plenty of venomous sedatives sold to hone your dead mind
To find we wanted it like cancer but need it like bread lines
Receive a chip quick as needle prick, deception and lies
The next step, perfected FEMA with their techs in our spines
Rising fever, TV reality, the message denied
It’s in the enslavers favor that we’re deafened and blind
Create an image in his likeness, suspended in time
Yet the Divine set a design to try the depths of your mind
Side step the nets in nestled mines to find a cleansed soul
Set in stone Heaven’s throne His shine reflect in your eyes
Yah’s elect all collected in a second to rhyme
It’s best described in my mind as a child when I’d wake
And just knew that school today would be too much to take
Sweaty palms praying, Father, please, I’d much rather play
And in that instant of wishing, realize it’s Saturday


I thank Yah for His presence and conception of light
Cause in this struggle only the humble catch the lessons in life
I thank Yah for ever and for sending us Christ
For the Message and the Blessings
For the rest of my life

I thank Yah for His reverence and conception of love
Cause this deception is perception, sense perfected Above
I thank Yah for the rains and for taking my pain
I thank Yah for His Son and for the sake of His name


from Qwel - Dark Day

Explanation: It’s the ladder builder on the tower of Babel realizing what he’s doing. It comes to him while he’s drifting away from an argument over what day of the week it is. So he decides to climb to the top and leap....into a mass of people...standing in line...for his job. Basically us.

Funny, this doesn’t feel like the long path to Monday
Save the mundane, stomached and run along all lined and one lane
They debated once, the top moss even understood that the gate swung the one way
Thunderin hinges hinged for fund’s sake
So snakes get guns
and we get one ways to walk along or get the run-around
sun spun about the sun rays
son spots touch the ground runnin
sung a song about a Sunday
rung around the wristchips
but punch the punchclock tock in the smug face
his retort sorta slurred from blunt fangs, please bare with me people
he sang,
"cant you heave more,
you can be the one to reward,
one, two, three, four
plus you’ll need us just as much as we need you to use your muscles so listen
once you reach for what you reach for you’ll seek more and need more and be more and be important to the work force mister
missed her shot again and hit her in the midst of her liftin blisters
whispered six tics that made her cringed figure whimper with a shiver
go get those splinters on your own time go find gold mines hope I don’t find you in me
human being consumed in greed and dude just thinks it’s winter
funny but it feels more like a Tuesday two ways to tweek it money
a few days straight to the weekend hungry
clumsy with his reach hence sixth sensed it coming
to the tune of something and second comings
and everybody standing and gurgling assuming it was money singing
but won’t you help us to help you spell this world a better market
art to sell you self sufficient hardened godless charred and chopped in startin blocks
crops for rocks and garden props or stop to chart it
garbage plots slop to harvest bartered stocks and living breathing children
killing children
building it higher
fire spilling out of the sides and climbing back up to the top again
or toppling in his hot descent
with target in his altitude
just found it out this afternoon
and ain’t been back since third smoke break or so
heard jo say "that he was wrath consumed"
oozed a laugh through his gaseous fumes
hacked and hobbled past the masters
smashed battered black and blue
grab that ladder
graspin bruise
if they’d have him rack his wrists just stackin bricks past the astral blue
he’d rather catch it master view and with a laugh and a leap he’d ask of you..
"when the rains fell was the pain felt
Enough to make the masses move?"
Tuesday passes hump day fast on "just imagine someday’s" avenues
Packs of mules and plastic schools the fattest cracked stools
To catch it babel view who asks "whats it matter, he aint mad at you?"
Just had it through with stackin scaffold passed as dues
Scuffed and clattered sqeaks numb his thumb cling to rusted ladder rungs
"Just imagine em" run and scatter, "that a bum"
now stack em up where the splatter was
fashionably sad, but not an option
watch em get docked to add it up
flash back to smoke break smash the butt
hold the last drag a sec or fashion up
stretch crack your neck
shuffle past the gaggin mass of flesh
the whole mob mad intense and mob focusin
"on what?" he asks
somebody dares to laugh, "a job opening,
and I’m hoping if the ladder craftsman postion isn’t loaded with a quota to piss
then I can hold it can mold it in golden control of control and I’ll open with this...
’I can heave more bricks than a corps of war pics and a four horse lift
I can be your I can heave more
One to reward
One, two, three, four
I can eat more shit than a corps of war pigs and endure more miles
I can clip more boards than a four armed hoard and adore more chips
I can stack more stacks than a tour whore pimp with a four four smile’"
Who knows what a minutes might do when they pay by the mile
And the kids are right right and the bricks are tight tippin to the inner light
Bright when it hit us right when it hit us
Height with a sight limit
Living life isn’t flight
Shit, hit em like a grip of bricks
And his slippin grip made em feel all high and mighty
Friday nightly be kinda flighty, more lightening like though
Slowly and slightly overworked
Used
Workhorse bruised
empty
Dead doornailed
Babylonian
"Only ifs"
Dripping through his head in twos
Explanation: This song is basically trying to capture a moment in an emotion. The emotion coming out of the frustration of everybody asking you for something you don’t have (bill collectors, landlords, etc.). Trying to squeeze blood out of a stone. Squeeze and squeeze but it won’t bleed. You’ll bleed first.

This world feels like crumbling plastic, tumbling backwards, crashing down
Glass and bubbling acid splashing back, shudder and smash unto the ground
The trumpet blasts been howling for days
I pray for my Savior to come from the clouds
The trouble we found amounts to nothing
In respect to that rumbling sound
Thundering round this mountain, fumbling crowd mumbling wondering how
Thumbing their numbers and dust in their slumbering gowns
Under the sun just hustling louse
And huffin and puffin and fuck it forget it
It’s nothing, just suffer it out
What a grim pout, summer of sin, the fun’ll begin and some’ll get down
Some will get found and some will get singed and some will get big and some will get proud
And some will get humbled from pummeling mustard seeds
Drown with the shuffling clouds
Juggling clowns, sniffing his doubts, drowning in ritalin, tripping his now
Bow to the drugist, the towers just plummet but how he just loves this drifting in doubt
Fixin to dowse us down in splintered debris and this isn’t me, the hisses agree
Physics of heat the vicous deceit and gimmick emcees and distance between
The images beaming to limit his thinking
As if it drips from the flickering screen then it’s bigger than dreaming and thicker than blood
In the winter of grievance
And bitches and thugs
Figures of demons and simpleton heathens with cynical love
Shit’ll go bust if kids’ll grow up
Justice is reason in flux with the season
And read it and breath it and shit or get up
Enough with conceit and us limping in slough
Huffin and puffin and wheezin, believin in nothin but
Me me me now now now
Hey listen to me, I got something to say
That’s why I sing about me
I name it anthrax is xanax is half bar is fat scar
Is double dutchin luncheon
Rubber duck artists motherfuck your rapstars
Brothers drugged by dragons in dungeons
Running ads, sucking black tar
Son it’s sad, but daddy and mummy and sissy and bubby give a shit if you listen to missy and puffy
It’s fishies and puppies and ribbons and lovely and pretty and fluffy
And rusty and jagged and maggots and money, it’s funny, you’re laughin, somebody’s blastin a gunny at the front of the studying class
Half of them bloody the other half running
Hated the tv, made it to tv, hatred is easy, we made it this ugly
Faded to nothing for nothing
But pagers and cellys and nature is leaving and bleeding and plugging and bugging and bleeping and love it or leave it or keep it this cuddled to huddle in secret
it cuddles with weakness in men, when will we see that this beacon’s pretend
you get hemmed if you try to wake a sleeper from the deeps of his slumber underneath all you’re gonna see is red
all this greed and this death
and this grief and this debt
that we perfect
that beasts project
an infection of freaks injected in streets projected
ain’t that a neat effect
when the lesson is green and the leavings a blessin we agreed hence
with a seed to fence
the keys to benz, a disease to boot, a scene to shoot, and a g defense
and a tweeked effect on a peaking crest
a weakminded fly to buy my weak cassette
if he’s a friend he better let you burn a copy of this shit and observe the script for what Jesus says
He’s returning kids, better turn to Him and learn the hymns
So we can leave this stress and this mess in the furnaces where the serpents sit
And it’s sweet revenge


Explanation: I was reading Exodus, and I noticed that all the plagues that were sent to them were things that they worshipped. And the plagues were basically what they were giving God only twice as much. So then, I thought about how that would translate into modern times, so I go through different cities and plagues that I think would be brought on now. Such as "X-mas" trees, the big media kings...etc. Basically you don’t have to be some amazing prophet to know that the world has it coming back for what we’re doing.

Who can stand before Yah, lobbin cali at the ocean
Coast a clearin, hear it close
Hold it fast, she lacks devotion
Though she acts mad, ol’ fag it up and had it up to roses
Pad her pretty grave, the gypsy slave cackles at the notion
Save the wine, broken city scape, the windy plagued with locusts
Smokin furnace, burn it down, highest tower made the lowest
Hoin slizzy flitty flake too busy makin dough to notice
Bloated kitties fishy graves
This shitty lake a overflowin
Coal and hale upon the babel apple, magma that floats it
Molten glass and plastic tabernacles scattering roaches
Packs of squealing running rats
Duckin locust approachin
Below the darkened sky, the harlot cries, gargling ocean
A swarm of flies through the london sky, the coming rushing tide
Shine the lust of her blister clusters, flush her rusted pride
Gushin eyes, arising dust
Flood arriving just in time
For the lice to hike the channel, and the mice to wonder why
For all the neon and x-mas trees, disease and the freon, and next best things
To all the kings and their peons and excess fiends
Better check what ya’ll be on or expect these
For all the neon and neon and x-mas trees, diseases and the freon, and next best things
To all the kings and their peons and excess fiends
Better check what ya’ll be on or expect these, rubberducks
But who can stand before Christ, plague of lice upon paris
Kersosine rain lighting ignite that wind she inherits
To flare the decadence she wears
Singe the hair of the ferret
Her marriage in ash, double edged flamin sword, who can bear it?
Save the oil with a plague of flaming boils upon rome
Quakin crust to touch her lust, outweigh the spoils of her pope
Her royalty choked with smoke and the soil she emotes
Her blasphemy wrapped in latin speak, turmoil she wrote
Do-se-doh upon tokyo, strings in bejing
For all the carnivals in brazil and the places we sing
The barbie dolls mardi gras and loddy shakin for beads
Daddy’s little heathen freakin cancun and breakin for spring
Who can stand before the Spirit smilin, hear it in silence
Pray to see the second coming daily, end this asylum
Ain’t a thing to be afraid of
Ask the blessed few that’ll find Him
The heathen screamin peace while the flamin sword’ll divide em
For all the neon and x-mas trees diseases and all the freon and next best things
To all the kings and their peons and excess fiends
Just better check what ya’ll be on or expect these, rubberduckies
For all the neon and x-mas trees diseases and all the freon and next best things
To all the kings and their peons and excess fiends
Just better check what ya’ll be on or expect these, rubberducks
Explanation: This is just observation of addiction.

She figures this forming of mourning, this morning of haunting is hopeless
And copes with the storming of ugly with born again vultures
Belonging, that the song that she’s longing to sing
Is ringing the stinging of wanting of opiates
Only-ifs
Hopes she gets over this holiest mountain
The focus blips out of it
Down a bit lower
The loneliness fits like the rope she grips
So closely it hinges
Sees only it
Cold and rejected, perfected alone we can see it
Co-exist
This oubliette name of it, new regret
Who forgets how we fuck up, don’t deserve it
The purpose no secret, she seeks it and flirts with it
Percosett weakness and weekends of nervous sweats
Wrenchin her guts and her mind
Obstructin her mind
Clutchin the rungs but there’s drugs on the climb
Whisper, the sun doesn’t shine
Flickering candles, the annals of time
No bickering, fickle mechanical, anna go blind, anna go blind, anna go blind, anna go blind
[then the verse just repeats in double time]
I see her sitting in her favorite corner
Figuring on her fingers and toes
How she figures she knows what everyone else is thinking
Only she knows
Besides me
Explanation: Blaming people, specifically when your shit is messed up. The splinter in your neighbor’s eye and the plank in your eye parable.

So somethin else is wrong with some else
What else is new?
To tell the truth we knew it all along
I in the self in you
Hidden plank deepened inward
Eyes out to snicker splinters
Find mouth to whisper
Hiss to slither
Rippled snide snout
Sliding down the winding ride of your faults
When oft advising his salt
An awesome line of naught, provided you’re wrong
When all that I did, hide it inside of me
Lost within the pride in we
Finally blaming, named it "other"
Your blunder made a god of me
Judger of our brothers
Another king amongst dumb oddities
Monopolies on properly being
Agreed hypocrisy
Forgot to see his Father peakin
Sinking out of, singing out of key
Sinkin down the stream but leading out to sea
Thinkin bout the "we" without the "me"
Lost in the waterfall’s deeps
Bring a song, with all to call it we can call it "I’m clean"
When all in all I’m chalked with flaws, lost in all that I bring
When all is fallen, I’m the heart of fault in all that I’ve been
Well somethin else is wrong with some else
What else is new?
To tell the truth we knew it all along
I in the self in you
I in the self in you
So many greedy beady self appointed pointed eyes
Sorta nice to see these seedy weaklings shrinking, deeply mortified
Finding sores, the easy sport applied to minds for disassembling
Lessons through that index finger
And hence it’s never me
A weak defense I guess but it works
In certain tendencies
Serpent gently squeezes your brain
All it needs is his name
And fangs to greet us, freed up fingers to aim
Who falls the shortest scored before the mourners
Reap what you blame
I see what you done
I seen what you do
Imperfect man, a stupid animal
A handful, this mechanical zoo
The camera close zooms
Who can answer? though the cancer soaks through
View opposeth, blew the roses open, stance just so true
Few are chosen, dude, I voted, notice the focus on you
When few are chosen, dude, I voted see the focus on you
Well somethin else is wrong with someone else
What else is new?
To tell the truth we knew it all along
I in the self in you
Seen the pride in everything when you flawed
Lost in my pride for too long, stuck in my eye for too long
Well somethin else is wrong with someone else
What else is new?
To tell the truth we knew it all along
I in the self in you
Seen the pride all in all when you flawed
Logs in my eye for too long, stars in my pride for too long

Explanation: The general Chicago cat riding the train, and it’s really rainy and shitty. And you’re just all in the clouds, just grey. And then right before the lowest point sinks in, the sun starts to come out, bam. I used the train as the main notion because it’s like being on the same path, the path doesn’t change, your view on the path changes. And it just creeps up on your out of the blue like Indian Summer.

These city lights steadily strike him
Like a plague on his brain
His face strains to see what’s right
Fightin through the razor blade rays
The haze blindin his mind
While he’s takin this train
The grey gates
And the rain fallin upon the crates where they play
Just meditate for eight seconds but as he settles it sways
And makes it’s way through this ghetto in this incredible maze
We blaze the pace of great cellos played
The mellowest bass and the tone of zonin off, lost in the gloss of the yellowish flame
Saints and felons sit
And kids flip the metal with paint
Amidst the tainted "hello"s and fellows with cells
Jaded
It’s safest with his headphones left in it’s indelible shell
Sweltered storm starts to break, the grey melting away
Nods his head towards an elder, faded faces in panes
To pray a "thanks" out for this shelter, pain just fades from his face
It’s amazing to his faith to embrace the grace of the day
Shave the weight, the forming hate and shorties hangin this crate
Replace the swarming lack therefore with the patience of saints
Await the waking morning glory, breakin rays in his wake
Makin his way, the same train but he will make it today
And he might
Wake up okay unscathed to smell the roses
Stretch and yawn for the dawn once with all that would oppose it
Behold it, it’s light in this life, in the hopes the focus soaks in
And a token for the savin grace (thanks) that the Most gives
He witnessed stints where the showers flipped the hours to months
And binged for years upon the fringe of clearin clouds in his clutch
No silver lining in his grip without the power of touch
Missed amidst the dirt and shit from which the flowers just sprung
It’s funny how it does that at times
Reminds him ours is to love
Our duty through these gritty city scapes and how we’re just stuck
Under the thunder, weather changes though some drown in the rush
Round and round she spins it out, power found in the Son
The changed frame, same train, clangin howlin above
Then some shun the knowledge, when the rain came, some hours it floods
And rusts it down to dirt and powder but it’s powerful cause
Clouds clear to steer the light, life rises out of the mud
Round and round she spins
Sits down and down he sinks
Thinks it out without an inch
Without a glimpse
And hits him hard as ice and artificial life
Meltin out, sinking down around the brink
Of thinking about the change in man
And man about to change in me
And he might
Wake up okay unscathed to smell the roses
Stretch and yawn for the dawn once with all that would oppose it
Behold it it’s light in this life, in the hopes the focus soaks in
And a token for the savin grace (thanks) that the Most gives

Explanation: It’s basically showing two different sides of a dirty ass coin. The crack dealer confronts the junkie, and the junkie confront the crack dealer. I wrote it more in poem style, not so rhythm heavy. The story turns out the crack head is the dealer’s father.

He say "man on the street, why can’t you stand on your feet?
Brother, man, how could you sleep on the train?"
He say "It’s better than the cold, bro, I used to lay bricks, and started playing where nobody should play. I ain’t awaken one day and say it’s better this way. I don’t need your sympathy or your change. You lay the second brick crooked and look, the next will reflect it." yes, indeed, he took my cents anyway.
He say, "it’s ’how’ before the ’why’, like that tower to the sky. With man’s pride that had us lost in ourselves. Cause ain’t no power to the ’I’ with the clouds in our minds. It’s ain’t the ’how’, it’s ’why’ I’m locked in this hell.
I built this shit with my hands out of sand and brillo pads, sit and wish for helter skelter to end. "
He said, "be wise where you ride", then closed his eyes and just smiled, "I get high with a little help from my friends."
I felt tense when I heard it, like he could sense I was workin. Started hurtin like a sweat on my brain.
"man, I ain’t asked for this script, I just mastered this shit."
Just then some little shorty stepped on the train, they wasn’t stressin just playin
Though they was wet from the rain
But what he said was lead and sand on my mind
"I lost my pops to these rocks and got a mom block, and I’ll be damned if that’s the spot that she dies.
If I gotta climb these rocks to the sky
So I can watch when God cries
You think He cried when were starvin, pops gone?"
He answered not a reply, his arm just flopped to his side
A little piece of somethin dropped from his palm
His change clanged to the floor
The shorties playin no more
Just standin like they could sense shit was wrong
My eyes locked with a child’s, as I rocked to the aisle
I reached to peep it was a flick in his palm
I coulda died where I sat and spat "you lie" at that cat
"you ain’t nobody", but he wouldn’t respond
a black and white of my crib
a Christmas tree in the back
and nobody standing there with my mom

Explanation: Being bombarded with stess, to the point where your brain starts to burst. Like cats and dogs fighting in your head. Told through the analogy of ship (body), storm (mind) and captain(soul), trying to fight through a shipwrecking storm.

Its rainin frothin packs of rabid cats and dogs
Gnawin, clawin, scratchin
Fallin too fast to catch em all
In all appallin
Thought, a gaseous fog formin
Blastin fog horn warnin
Morning meets the swarm
Before the captian saw it all upon him
Recorded captian log
"tore the craft to boards, bordered by dissordered oars
shortened roars
flashin, crashin waves, blackish grey"
this aint his grave, anchor wade to shore
fragile clay embace its form,
agile wave is grace, the storm.......
This anger aggravates the stranger
Danger grabs at the waist stronger
The harder he hates, this oughtta be watery, just waits longer
When all that she takes, is all release
His palms reach to calm her
Soft beach breathin flotsam
Lost screams beneath the water
When the brainstorm poured him over board
He swore at that fate
It just made more torrent torment for him
And fortune wore at his faith
The rain pouring was the warning
Flash
Clashin wrath at black waves
Sure he saw the shore through the storm
But didn’t make it half way
The lightning flashed the mast, ash and cinders
Whizzin rapid splinters
Into the wintered tips of icy grey
"A likely grave", she whispers
He shivers at the frightning face of mother thunder summoned hither
Come to get her best of deafened shriek weakened to tweekin dumned whimper
Another flash of bolted glitter
Different side, the same inner
Reminds him pride don’t float
Quote
A sore sight for eyes of swimmers
An itch inside
For every hint of pride, another inch to swim up
Heard the thunder just once beneath the purple surface his tips touched
An influx of rushin hints
Thin lungs
Brushed against his chunkin sunken ship of pride, chips that didn’t splint much
This time he felt the thunder rumblin, chuckle bloaw, "now you feelin me, pride taste like salt water? But cant talk. awe, humility?"
Who willingly changes himself saves himself
It aint the they that they’s for
Saved grace in through pourin rain, came vain to tame the brainstrorm
Warned again and again and again, it aint the they that blames for
Its made for me, myself and I, so blinding rays can break forth
We made war upon the sky, why I aint surprised it stays warped
Entered the center I in pride, that my minds can pay for
Crashin waves clappin
Laughin at the late great captain
Hate, vain, gaggin, gaspin, graspin at the rain to catch it
Had it
Couldn’t hold it if he had it clasped
With that additude fashioned
Squeezed the soap too tight and mad
Had to imagine that it’d happen
An addict to his actions
Captain loved his life and lost it mainly
For fighting against those waves that could’ve brought him in to safety
The brainstorms poured him over board, he swore at that fate
Just made more torrent torment for him
And fortune wore at his faith
The rain pourin was the warning
Flash
Clashin wrath at black waves
Sure he saw the shore through the storm,
But didn’t make it half way
Explanation: One of them who was standing in line for the ladder builder job at the tower of Babel doesn’t get the position. Though he’s overqualified and experienced, he just somehow doesn’t get the job. Shortly after, the tower’s destroyed by a nuclear bomb. He takes it to be a personal message that he has to go on a quest to receive a message. He marches through a sand storm, and meets three people along the way. The third man gives him his message: should have took a drink.

Another plan, another man will stand up
I never been a fan of the phantom’s opera
The mannequins dancin with the anacondas
Rockin to the trance of the shock from chakra
Clocks spin the same way
They painted it aqua
No coincidences shown in mint
The offer
Frozen in the grips of his nimble little finger, swinging ripples in the middle of the air, it’s crop dust
Or send a sentimental glare to stop us
The element of fear, with incredible stock cuts
No heavy metal here
Just inedible rock guts
Inaudible pop hush
They outta go mock us
Ox busts, runnin tonka trucks in the hot mud
Returnin to the furnace with the surface of sod clumps
Herded with shotguns, burnin the God crumbs
Yearnin for top crust, reverted to see-saw
First we heard it, then we learned how to murder it, right
Who’s gonna sing me a song?
You better ring the alarm
Or better leave me a bomb
Or call it tourniquet tight
Observe the bird in freefall
With his circuits in flight
Serpentine strike might certainly lighten your load
Purple green glow, where should we go?
Earth can be cold, eternally snow
Suppose the vermin learned to burden certain sections
Of known discerning
Meant for learning lessons
Perverted best guesses
To determining less thans
"Well yes then, as earthlings we’re most certainly cursed"
As she curtseys at the dead end
Suppose she had free range to rearrange the questions to dress em to reflect the sextant
Yes I guess we have a quest then
Hence direction, immense deception
Sent with a message to request the quests end
Present the questions, present the quest’s end
Forms standing, worn, warped, shadows saluting
Grasp to handle the sand storm, pouring through his eyes
Pursuing his mind from what he’s doin
Putrid sky, "am I human?" he muses
Lashes loose
Magma, gashed and bruised
As the answer slashes through him
Rust hands, spewin, loosened quicksand
Sees a man on a sand dune
A looming question
Can it be the man with his message?
The never ending quest, that’s been pestering his head
Is it better if he never ever gets it?
What if it’s the truth he refuses to accept it, or chooses to reject it?
"Move feet" losin his direction
whoozie, doin it in sections
pullin through the wool breeze
shuffle through the glue steamed fume
just to view it for a second
man he gotta get at least a peek
Then he’s sure to get a little bit of peace, rest when he sleeps
or the lack therefore, cause the fact of the matter, piranhas swarm his sleep
wants a cease of the shrieks
it’s release he seeks
relief, belief on the brink of fallin
he needs a drink a water
callin it a week
leave, receive the order
forty feet, he’s on him
thirty feet
twenty
sun beat
three before he saw him
stump reach to greet an eaten arm
crawlin near the jaw, knees weakened to fallin
sinking, nauseous
the stink of brine swine and pinkish olives
speakin tweek to commas
not on his stop, a bit to wonder yonder
rotted eyes
like if he had a tongue, he’d laugh
expend his last action, to flip me off or get me off the path
a mind to hike just to spite him
leave him spiked in, or be like him?
Life like he remembers, except with no direction
As the deaf sender renders best guesses
And less sun just gestures westward
Head hurts, scabby tongue, hum under perchin vultures
Road to run, swollen gums
And the shadows circle like clock’s hands
And the earth starts to swarm around like it’s fish and not sand
What is this ripped wrist, deep in the moat of locusts?
Stranded, behold another man standin center, breast strokes to what he’s holdin
Shimmers golden in the bitter sun
It’s glitter for the hopeless
When he saw close enough, he must’ve started chokin
Any noise he would have uttered would have uttrly broke him
Funny, for the first time in this desert he was cold and frozen
Before he noticed he felt his mouth start to motion
Then had his swollen croakin throat stolen by the time glass he showed him
Sand rapidly floating to the top, actually floating
Empty chamber, half empty chamber, last overflowing
Said he could show him to path, mustn’t show him where the road went
Told him the trick to floatin through the locusts is in the wrists
Keep your hope open like your hands, stranded, only ballin your fists
Appallin thought, for want of water
And he’s off with a wish
Fought through the locusts of with broken salt gnawing at his wits
March, marshmallow blister
And a paw at a glimpse
Then off in the mist he gets a glint from the fog
Peep, he no longer trusts his eyes
Thinks, he must admit he’s been wrong
Grit grips at his knees and eyes
He crawls, each thought spent for breathing
Heaving distance shrinking in between each claw
Then he saw a hand reaching long with a sheet in it’s palm
Couldn’t grab it if he had to, the heat was too strong
Peep, neatly, flew it perfect view, not thinkin too long
Said, "I got a message unless it’s a drink that you want"
Down to seconds left, sweating, death blinked
And met the heading
Head and neck getting set for sleep
Gets to reading along
Hit him like a riddle in the middle of a fist fight
Right, like he bit a nickel, lickin on a nine volt
Mind jolt
Mine shows an image of a chicken climbin back inside an egg in spirals
A picture of an infant, slippin on a tight rope
Give it a cycle
Is it that the instant that he listened to the message
He was spinning in the wreckage of lifeboats
Known that he was destined for the quest of the highroad
Heat shook and beat, weak, please look at these
Peep, appalled at all the shoulda woulda coulda took a drink
Explanation: A response to the Jam Master Jay Dr Pepper commercial. When I saw it I was utterly disgusted by how fucking gay advertisers are. Would Coca Cola have had Vincent Van Gogh’s left ear in a Dr Pepper commercial? Not to compare Jam Master Jay and Vincent Van Gogh artistically, but credibly. The scene is very indicative of hip hop’s lack of legitimacy. An artist trades his life for his art, so I made a free Coke commercial with two different examples. First example is a painter, painting a picture of man’s achievements until now (in reality it’s him putting his head to the canvas and blowing his brains out through the canvas). The second example is a pianist fighting with his piano, beating the shit out of it (in reality a man with his hands in the bathtub with a toaster being electrocuted). I wanted to literally paint a picture with words for the first part, and literally play the piano with my words on the second part.
Always,
Coca Cola

Man, I seen this sleek graf piece of japanese baby shadows
Blasted black back against the foundation of half cracked knees
How could the artist catch the perfect and exact beauty of the little faces
From ten thousand stacked feet
Cynical laugh "must’ve had mad reach"
Flash, freeze frame
Made efforts, remembered to paint the faded jump rope froze in half leap
Man’s canvas masterpiece
Banana ants and apathy
Hands danced to slash thick apple on this last patch of green
Fat squeeze
The master painters heard the ground cry out black streaks
Deep ash, piles of salmon pink and sweet corn yellow
Rusty red dragon stabbed across my sky, so subtle
Greasy cobalt streaks from black squares, puddles of pear bubbles
Puncture holes double as burgundy moons over dim plum meadows
Mint stamped oasis, and grey aphids of charcoal statistics
Scrapping scarlet cross mustard crust
Maroon and hunter critics
Purple mistress, circles of tin spin under burnt umber crimson
Instances of living under vivid lemon wings
With quick orange flickers
Flash
Ripped the canvas in his mouth and his coarse grin full of slivers
To join the outer phoenix with the inner scenic
Initialed with white warm splinters, seen it
He sang "so carpenter, how you paint ivory fences with red hands and hammers?"
The left stumbles like the right dances
His full ring of keys answers
Be hardest tinkling C
Sharpest stinging B
Carpal tunnel visions, listen with heart and soul
So soul can pump beat literally
Heart can spot mind, mind can rock earth
Stuck prey alarms the spider in her dark cave
Soft purr
The faucet spring a leak on spoon and greasy saucer ring
To father sing this autumn breeze
Strangle this queen who knows the thoughts he thinks
Constant pacin back and forth
Crawling this long haul of keys
Song is out of reach now, down stretched palms to maul the beast
He calls his sleep out
Twistin sheets, spotted monstrous, mistress
Starvin queen, darling clouded dream catcher, chattering snarling teeth
Right back at em
Call it holy matrimony
Fire ax and sharp C’s
Laughing, foaming at the soul
Swollen, charred reach
Arm locked, arched back, scarred deep
Rippling water
Tapping feet on beat
Rhythm dwindling, softer sleep

from Qwel - Freezer Burner

Who's the Boogieman?
Man sometimes i feel the soul lift right out of my body
who wants to scare me with a shotty
come get flamed like mohatma
screamin mohammed at ghandi
or rip you outta your name
the freezerburner make you proud of the pain
the freezerburner sent me let me introduce myself
the speakin furnace verses earthquakes, typhoons i qwelled
but dude i sell, q, unconcerned with who i melt
it's through the turns, that these pussy's spoonin like it's soup that i smell
the ice'll burn em like the crews that i felled
like they two by twelves
when i'm the truth stop tryin to fool thyselves
it ain't suprisin news for fools, it's just the boos that i yelled
fuckin with chi is suicide, that ain't a bullseye hell
you peep my mic jus like a glimpse of the after
skippin bricks from the rafters
while your tryin to fix your shits in the masters
crimson incision rap deliverence rapture
mad sinister laugh
ya little craft came in blisterin fast
but still spinnin when you get it, as if these nurses are rappers
with raps in their purses
trapeze at circuses, with behemoth, no net
imhotep, the genius version
while you curse at your surgeon
that shit's for certain
meaty creep up on that ass like fema (femur)
ya'll bitches faker than shiva
i bring the rain, and seen the flames through the freezers
while make believers keep the sheep leapin
i speak with discernment
you ain't the boogeyman comin out the closet, freezerburnin
Id Glue
it's a dirty swilrin vermin pool
we're living at war
so many spirits think they're flesh
depression, stress, and flash floods
guessers pressin buttons
what they givin that for?
cause if it's mortal they can tax it
pass the cup and i'll pour
a double heap of what' she'd have us drinking
thinking fast forward
blink us back past to present times
a splintered ass board
her withered map depicts distraction
on this glittered glass orb
but gets him back to his attachments
his gimmick flashed sword
we're livin slack, like bad riggin cap
in frigid mast storms
and riding piggy back on vultures' hopes and skinny black horns
i'm sick of biggy macs, and sissy hippy cats act like it's lovin
it's blasphemy like blastin peace
the beast at the summit
when somethins after me most naturally, the cream rose above it
most thugs playin they street
my style is steam roll to crush it
but whatyou tryin to be
i'm tired emcees
that lie to me tough
its just ducks or lusting rust, still steppin 93 up
but couldn't touch it with a devin hook
i suggest pretenders never look directly at it
emphatic your tender foot
all hooded fashion, flashin, camera gamera
stamina rappin
lit my square on the beak of the phoenix
passion it fastens
hidden gagging gasp breathers, believe in his fast retreats
speakin past the beef
to each his piece
dreamin roads that lead to rome
teachin homes beneath the ceaser's throne
bleeding greenish gold freezin cold
yo but we don't speak it
weak shit, like them scensters' poems
just speak it in it's bleakness
just cold peaks to leave alone
it goes on and on
and don't change
like being broke or being dope, trust me
this motherfucking world'll drive you nutty, or slutty buddy
lustin for that money
my riches never rust dog
but why you're riches lookin rusty?
like buddy dumb and buckin heat, so proud of yourself
but sonny, tryin to clutch this peak now
right outta this hell
right out this self cause this wealth's illusion
jester's best confusion
they shoutin just approve it
shootin saints and restitution at arm's length
i bomb snakes
the speech in the light
from martyed father seekers
plus the lost
the theif in the night
don't give two fidducks what you spit up, get up and kiss the phoenix
hunny fortyfour thousand redeemed
while kings are stuck blingin
more like demons dreamin angels
masons schemin angles
rebels reppin fashion
or ducks singin star spangled
remember the things you heard, my word, the demon murderer
to serve the Most, in Jesus name
amen, the freezerburner uh
I Forgive 'Em
he said sonny, welcome to the coca cola roller coaster
sold it and stamped on a mutherfuckin soldier poster
it's funny, what money make men do
it's tenchu, send em through the freezers he bled through
it's lead do, some said it through the cracks in the sidewalk
my brethren
instead i grew through rap in his blind spots, forget it
phoenetics
i forgive em, just rhyme hot
pretending you ain't acting
thunder captioned
for crime-nots
time knocks for passion
hard to catch it with minds locked
or peakin through the keyhole
blinkin blindin his cyclops
missin like the link is
off to frost in his pine box
but thinking this sinking ship should be sailing or sellin
hail em or hate em
jealous women looking yellow in limelight
my style particular, vernicular to give blind sight
can't find a sicker word, or back the verbs with his spine spikes
who figures there's gesture rappers with styles kinda mines like
i sluff the sickness off my brain and forgive em
tell em riches plug the drain
some listen, plus it rains
some miss it, and shrug it off like all it is what "i'm sayin"
cause they actin they think we actin
don't detract from the statement
a rat race to the helm
but no one rose rap's ship
i hold back but quote
i can't believe they wrote that shit
wish i could give all ya'll some dro and you smoke that ish
mad at the rubber duckie fuck em on that kodak strip
but i forgive em
they hittin on they brokeback trip
a cold ass wind
my city kiddies, know that flip
from spittin froze raps to kojack or throw back bins
or four packs of two eleven, q controls that spin too
it's wind tubes with ginzus and Yah through your thin soup
truth to pimp that limp too
or crimp up your lips through
hiss boos and critics
on the diddick like "sissboom"
i forgive em (lip poppin noise)
sissy's like "this dude"
tools the freezerburner
seize or heard
brutus comin, like Jesus seen judas frontin
and rappers love attention
teach or learn and speak to heat the furnace
it's why the thinker thinks that he's thinkin
he's just confused at who's burnin
i sluff the sickness off my brain and fuckin forgive em
tell em riches plug the drain
some listen, plus it rains
some miss it, and shrug it off like all it is is "i'm sayin"
cause they actin they think we actin
don't detract from the stated
Read Writer
they couldnt slice through the calm with the knife in his palm
they rather die again than try to thaw the ice in his walk
taught to fight with his wits but aint no writin him off
who hiked the icy abyss to strike the lightning with psalms
and all he might be is the frighteningest unlikeliest being
the red rider might not
who wants to fight him to see
between the hightening screams the bloody fight is his steed
the speed of light like to spill your life twice in the street
beneath his knife he can sight a weakness slice it like steam
drink the cream of fear hear the shrieks of pikes in the stream
with rusty icy spikes as his teeth
his hands is his eyes
and made of sand to swing his scythe to the wheat
the beast he ride breathin chaff sings and laughs at the masters of war
disasterous roar your likes is his feet
unrighteous retreat the mighty defeated from lightning beamin from his sword gleemin orange
and formin white from the heat
of his pheonixish stare whats there to reap the feindishest mare
prepare to sleep and be the air that bares his life when he breathes
tightening reach bleachin bones life from the seems
streakin lightning streaks to shrink you home right where you blink
you better write what you think and better think what you write
think is it tight enough to repeat when you plead for your life
recite it meek as fuck or deep enough to flee from his flight
or be the reaped in the wind to see the thief in the night
they couldnt blast through the grass on the path that he stalks
they rather die again then witness tracks of ash that he walks
gaseous nostrils seething hostil laugh the cracks in his thought
brought the wrath apostles talked seething acid and salt
catch your breath fire red stag laughin after you
shadow that the battleship castes over smashed canoes
hooves dabbed in drool bruised stabbin cruel
stomach have to excuse the tools
just passin through
your blackish glue
fuelin matches
fuming wax caccoons
strike your light back to christ and then smash your tombs
through the sith hits review your life in blacks and blues
relaxing cool then flash back to you the splashing pool
gaggin ooze and loosing grasp on his gouging blade
drowding in you hopin hooves can put you out your pain
flamin sword singing flesh through the pounding rain
as you awake to the heavens and the surrounding saints singin
Saved
since before i peeped the theory from the low end
water deep three feet high and risin
before i started smokin
now it's smoke to my nose and eyes when
i stop to realize where this ride went
was it just the eyes of my youth
like the coupe she keeps passin me by in
went from straight up suicide to suicide we scrutinized it
who remembers your walkman
hopin there's still juice to rewind it
knowin you knew the whole shit through and used to flip it through the silence
faded tapes that faded away
truth the desecrated grave she lies in
they never reminisced when she crossed over to the other side
it was a black sunday with a black moon on the horizon
outcasted so the setting of the sun beefed with its risin
ladies met brendas baby a ray of hope to take some pride in
clear blue skies but aint sure whos side it was that euthanised it
but aint the devil happy as fuck
just saw her daddy get bucked
and laughed it up in the magazines that they’d never ride in
plugged her uncle with the same gat
that she snapped at her daddy's light with
this crap saved my life and my soul
so many times that i know
there wasn’t any sign of light in this hole
for every rhyme that’d take flight from my soul
just know that there’s at least 5 sittin behind us spittin from the writers of old
she was such a good child i don't get it
how she went from poor righteous teachins to hit the road to the riches
admidst the hos and the bitches
its like a whole different misses
i ponder on the shortys around and how they drowd in her driftins
as im sippin this crown buggin
bout the sound
and how what they missin
is that shit without the glam and the glitz and its glistenin
now its the cameras pick
explicit amateurs with canter to spit
when we were fans of the shit we had cause
and aint a man can tell me different
when shut em down just got you open
and krs just made us listen
we had it made and paid in full
now we're the bullshit rendition of rick the rulers and dreses
hip hop hooray with the fishes
just into jewelers and dressers
misused the message to get it
shit was schooling or reppin
now it's forget it or dead it
this new shits like a fool with a weapon lettin loose at his wedding
kinetic proof in his love so now this love's gonna get him
his pathetic excuse for prophetic
just to profess his concessions
she blessed my life with her strife without an honorable mention
how long can man dance on her flesh
until his god resurrects it
this crap saved my life and my soul
so many times that i know
there wasn’t any sign of light in this hole
for every rhyme that’d take flight from my soul
just know that there’s at least 5 sittin behind us spittin from the writers of old
Fallen Rome
who knows what you been through
but they tell you you're all alone
that we're on our own
that's a lie
it's fools gold but they spend truth
and they sent you to fallen rome
but when in rome
fall in rome
for all that i been tthrough
and all that i meant to
and all that i am
i'll never call this home
or never fall in rome
the God i repent to, the God that i spend
the God i reflect who's the God i neglect
and all along i knew it all along
and all alone i blew it on my own
you're a man not a god
it whispers his ears
the tipping chipping bricks of rome
and homes as prisons and fear
it ain't apparent to him
so they tell him there's none living in here
when roaches won't live in they fear
enthroned the images clear
it's dividends beer and weapons
lepers "swellowed" down drunk
from his kingdom's sprouted rusted root
has grown a hollowed out trunk
but not without tons
of hallowed loot and down followed routes trudged
pops without sons and guns and bombs and moms without none
and ours without love and mouths without grub and lost direction
stars without shine and suns reply and rely on rome’s succesions
dependant on romes and the crumbs that it throws
succuming to cold a frozen sun its crumblin though
for all that i been through and all that i meant to
and all that i am ill never call this home
ill never fall in rome
thawin thrones and manic depression
and fallen souls gnawin antidepressants
lost and cold with the vanishin blessins
this frosted globe with the mannequin dressins
embossed in gold lost in foggy projections
haulin stones we just thought we’d erect us
The Cyclops
man my mother sees my death in her dreams
though she whispers when she says it its like deafening screams
screamin lift me towards the heaven lord the lessons that i sing
pleading please receive my brethren as the lessons that i seek
she decrescendos trembling remembering me as a shorty
like so many warnings towards my glory on the other side of morning
lord dont let my brothers cry before thee
or adore me
those that mourn me know theres more in store
im somehwere else recordin
still she worries and feels a blurry vision
spillin warm weep
i see the steam risin from her cheeks like angel feet forming
jesus reachin forth receives me gleamin
redeemed in scorched heat
beneath the warring horse good mourning
like angel feet storming
where aint no sleep snoring
and hate dont keep forming
this mortal ache can leave and make believe kings will be rewarded
father order takes his seat we peep us weeping like my mother
on the other side of this mourning stuck in reaping for my brothers
feels like a fight against time without a second to waste
feels like awaking to cold sweats with death's breath in my face
every second i get is a second i get to set this record straight
we're called to step this lake but break
cant hesitate and levitate
feels like a race against my fate without a second to lose
a taste to second guess my faith without direction or proof
but they cant take me till you take me lord perfection in you
hellish recollecting upon your death bed
nothing left except truth
she cries shes always there too late to save me
i reply
that not a bird shall fall out the sky without his eyes appraising
the place it takes me when i say it
makes me hate me when im faking
makes me gravely grateful
thankful for this day
for my baby, for my lady, for my brothers, for my father, for my mother
getting up from under my blunders
heavens cup that others discovered
centered the sun conductin the thunder
betterered the eye stuck in the wonders
said it to i the medicine does work
settin to rise restin from done works
word to the wise edits my mother
set it to pride set it assunder
set it to love get it unearthed
so much is said in one word
one sec one breath yet its unheard
one test one left caressin confessin one word
confessions one word

feels like a race against time without a second to waste
feels like awaking to cold sweats with death's breath in my face
every second i get is a second i get to set this record straight
we're called to step this lake but break
cant hesitate and levitate
feels like a race against my fate without a second to lose
a taste to second guess my faith without direction or proof
but they cant take me till you take me lord perfection in you
hellish recollecting upon your death bed
nothing left except truth

Machinegun Monkey
aint seen a monkey turn to man i seen a man turn to monkey
in a club sippin bub callin lovin what it isnt
what it is is if you listen to the hissin of the embers
from the fire in the cave then we amazed at the image
projected on the wall from monkey man blockin shadows
babels like its livin
battles to tell the difference
man’s devolution with monkeys sellin solution
shadowed confusion of he cave evolved to television
a monkey to a man
a mother ape wont kill her babies
only humans inhumane
we piss in drinkin water
evolve into potatoes in the cave yo watch the flame grow
cave evolve to condo
flame evolve to cable
abel then turn to cain though
turn Sun into Seiko
label the painter what it paints and cain into abel
made nature into God and faith an imitation fable
hellish sellin salvation and brothers brothers fade estranged bros
but man is still a man though his fam is full of hate though
this is evolution cause it fits his self solution
destined for destitution best guess is evolution i guess
and digress to catch the heavens revolution
teachers lyin in your schools
why we taught to be monkeys
why we off,lost and fought
cause we thought that we monkeys
created in gods image not survival of the fittest
the effects that we witness is cause we taught to be monkeys
Cabin Fever
just when i can't take no more, staring in the face of when it rains it pours
the snake scraping straight through the stains to sores
like fade ain't weight but tryin to break my door
it's like the more i shake, the more i hate this floor
i hate this life, with ice my main supports
ignore inner advice to slice my veins for sport
denying my pride just like i ain't the sort
when that's a lie
i'm as weak as the pay reports
thirty days on the road, ain't made a buck and tryin to save my voice
hoist away at my ego, me my favorite choice
just like we made our graves, but probably blame our boys
as i turn this greying page, gaining fame to avoid
today the same day again
just like i anchored this void
can't measure all the treasures that this pain done destroyed
i painted it, avoided naming it, for blame it'd employed
came and hit me like a gypsy, tipsy, claiming it's coin
did me like windy city misery, with grace of the ancients
prayin for nathan, but the will to see the will for the faithless
gave it to me as a gift to do the will of the faithless
and gave it to me as a gift, if you want it take it
i couldn't leave it, how those motherfuckin cheeibum sang it
bangin in my soul, takin it's control, total freedom
a man within this whole, not shown alone, but shone the kingdom
and Jesus sacred throne, over cherebum singin
and here i am a man, just to stand and receive Him
and all i am is a man in the flash in this pan...
we wallow in depression, stressed to face the odds
that's cause while we in this flesh we away from God
heads will hollow out your blessins
lessons they been taught
came from guessin ass professions that them laymen bought
it's outta reason how them demons try to stray you off
ain't got a thing that they believe in
save the way that they walk
it's bullshit, like any men claiming that they ain't wrong
like it's all the same, it ain't
when we done sang new songs
i hold it closer than my name and my life
than i cling to my wife
and know it's higher than the rain at it's heights
messiah's throne, who shone it brighter than a ray of froze light
kept me going on the longest of roads
and on the coldest of nights
and then it showed me this mic
just like it told me to write
and dog you owe it your life
like you control it, just notice if it wasn't for his light no one would notice
the light that you opposin is the life that you holdin
playin with his might in handing frost bite to the frozen
see in his works within the earth or universe if your chosen
teachers learnin freezer burner lurkin fumes to the focus
when we searched it seen it perfect just remember who spoke it
we wallow in depression, stressed to face the odds
that's cause while we in this flesh we away from God
heads will hollow out your blessins
lessons they been taught
came from guessin ass professions that them laymen bought
it's outta reason how them demons try to stray you off
ain't got a thing that they believe in
save the way that they walk
it's bullshit, like any men claiming that they ain't wrong
like it's all the same, it ain't
when we done sang new songs

Don Quixote
when all awake it dawns on don quixote joustin the reaper
me thinkest that this ride keeps burrowing deeper
but dont wanna disturb the sleeper
peep the sleek designs seeing even sleepers minds wanna peek
see mimes wanna speak
free the eyes to the ether reaper runnin
see the sun is shrinkin winking eye
shuttin deep runnin from my sheets
me and infomercials' shadows battle in my burlap skin
a jagged shattered glass runway
but somedays i burn laps in a circle envious of hurtlin sheep
on this wurblin heap of blurred trash bins
and in tracks in image slurred laugh back as a friend
what act of vengeance is this
it turns my mattress to lead
this ashy lance of burnt matches
distractin this head
don quixote lonely throne only smashin ahead
when all awake
pacin back and forth actin the thinker
i think myself into this wall a thinker
dont want to disturb the sleepers
peep the weak and weary mind
for sleep theres clearly nearly either barely time
or staring peeks in here to climb
he can hear the eerie chimes
remindin him what time it is
this silence he sits in insistin a hidin position inside of him
listenin ridin him figitin twistin his linnens hissin and kissin his mind again
his mind again wanders into a flickering candle
dimantleing the wick it seems to dance for the kings of the channels
it narrows his features and creatures sing to sting to the marrow
the singing sparrows that he’s reachin for just thinks he’s a scarecrow
sleep isnt fair though and sleep doesnt care
he pleads it an earful but sleep doesnt hear though it leaves in dispair
High Tithe
ain't this the livin we aint' living right now
hours tickin ours missed it cause they flipped the lights out
spit it right and right about now it is written
about to get even more vicious imagine it
freezin cold confusion sight the blizzard
digits swoll from grabbin it
diggin em gold for havin it
back slid if this shits happiness
is neonintey future drama
futurama shoot your mama sue your father on a tv show
i know the truth your honor
but peep the proof just aint so easy quote
when folks back east are broke
bro and we aint spoke since easter
we need some dope speakers yo some old sneaker jokes
so souls can seek it
not this screen bleepin in between em
teachers hold it quote it
close
it seems like nowadays
everybody can speak their mind except christians
if i was lying about how i'm buckin
these rubber duckies would listen
if i was rhyming about the club and all the bub that they missin
they'd love this hissin
and love the system
dubbin it wisdom
some claimin christian on the surface while they churches is prisons
shits some prisons are churches compared to the love that they're given
it aint religion shit is war
but they don't know they own bibles
i mean they own bibles and all but they don't hold to they bibles
buyin gold for they idols
the kind that's sold at revivals
and stressin flesh in the cess pool instead of soul for survival
sellin they own to the rival and getting thrown in the spiral
ill be naive for now but peep the clouds for throne on arrival
they got ears but don't hear it aint like it's new can i get an amen
it's not like it's new can i get an amen
standin scared and ensnared by their fear
can i get an amen
take a stand it aint no chance that you’re here
can i get an amen
i aint no ant to the man and his plan
can i get an amen
yall gettin got in fear
so take off all your gold
like sinners lost in here
but not forgotten though
dont you dare take the word of a man for the word
you gotta search God to know
cause on this rotten globe i walk alone so i'm responsible
with obstacles abound
unsound
confound the opticals
found the key to the kingdom in freedom
yeshua unlock the soul
most the flock controlled
we got the arrogant priest
the greed apparent
lulled to sleep for the american dream
swoll broken snobby ears probably wont hear it from me
when most peeps be sleepin now but be preparin to weep
here’s the seed you can cherish it or bury it deep
we're gonna sing with those cherebum
learn to tear through the wheat
cant speak for them the end is near as clear as the beast
the new wine and a time to share it at the marriages feast
they got ears but don't hear
it's ain’t like it's new can i get an amen
standin scared and ensnared by their fear
can i get an amen
take a stand it aint a chance that your here
can i get an amen
i aint no ant to the man and his plan
can i get an amen
seems like nowadays everybody speaks their mind except christians
but we aint welcome in your schools so how them schools turn to prisons
since the system hid the wisdom and put a chip in our prism
spilit a twisted vision
so now we don't divide the light right listen
if it isn't polite my bad there just isn't room for opinions
it just so right it's sad devils advocates wanna blab while they miss it
insight the abicus blackslidin while sinkin divisions
wisdom so deep that if you don't get it you don't get it get it
they got ears but don't hear
it's ain’t like it's new can i get an amen
standin scared and ensnared by their fear
can i get an amen
take a stand it aint no chance that your here
can i get an amen
i aint no ant to the man and his plan
can i get an amen
The Fourth Reich Of The Rich
how many shorties born in debt to day
cause aint no question we was raised to be a slave in the system
victimised by the initials missile get they headins straight
thinkin wishful in the midst get stuck for debtors rates
not the holly ghandi or john d rocka on his get away
like jesus on the tables in your temples flip your cheddar plates
the more things change they stay the same feudal serfdom
twice the burden and toil but now the soil aint worth none
it’s funny when moneys backed by lies plus interest
but everybody clutchin for they lives what is this
we dummies nobody in they mind admits this
image blinded so nobody in they eyes aquitted
when every infant is a number
every number a limit
reduction quickens at the cypher we convinced its infinite
we can approach the hocus pocus till the focus diminish
lonely vultures grabbin riches his lonely throne in this prison
you haul 16 tons yall and what do you get
besides another day older colder deeper in debt
it seems for everyone forgiven
a million forget it
indebted
instead of resistin listen this is his weapon
we left decisions for the heavens
what if heavens within us among us
it aint metaphysics its physics they’ve hidden from us
no kiddin
you spit some real shit and youll get strung up
but sell it out and get a class or mass to spit in front of
and none of these greedy fuckers give your mind respect
were easy to control and mold with our minds on stress
plucked my i from the iris of the irs
we tryin to die hard or scared for the imf
yellin fuckem from my chest and leapt from zions crest
kept my eyes on the prize python eyein my neck
left bygone for buygones at saigons desk
comply yall and buy on naw rely on death
you haul thirty two tons yall and what do you get
besides a number for your name and disability checks
they lock you up for shit they do we pay facilities rents
its kinda silly aint it not really to the childrens defense
just like the DA that we pay whos building this fence
press sneaks like a dj but ill in a sense
been killin it since when eve ate just buildin interest
rates a peakin secret treasure keeps him fillin his chest
just like breath to a hethen keeps him ill and arrested
or aquitted or shit it might-ite get him elected
next elective selected rewrite the right to live objective
checks and balances by gallons and metallic infection
defective prisms for the difference the mission projected
how many messages we given wrong but livin this lesson
born indebted to the system of the thorn and the credit
performin it before a senate board (bored) ignorin i said it
you haul sixty four tons lord and what do you get
besides a scepter you can bow before now before death
an hour before pow and out the clouds like power of breath
towers of debt collectin cobwebs but now we got calluses
alice just challenged her class so its off with her head
offered her severence silver plattered like the baptist and said
servant aint nothin for certain cept these taxes and death
just like a serpent double fanged laughin slashin the s
envision it these bitches savages to grab at your sense
tobacco debacles to shackle followers hollowin grapple they dollars to shackle knowledge in
the
closets of colleges
hollarin it if you hear me yall in actual affect
it aint natural the fastened hold the national debt
the castle moats the lasso rope when the castles your neck
you haul sixteen tons yall and what do you get
besides a castle for a tyrant and a life in his debt
they walk you in a hurdled circle and charge you to step
charge you at birth charge you in court and charge you at death
Elijah The Prophet
when you gotta be a man and stand on your own
this globe cold to the bone
an expansive road leaves him standin alone
the printed stamp to your soul the controlled support beam purports to support dreams it
distorts
sinkin warped boards to contort seems
the floor sings its creekin warnings just pourin through me
stuck fuelin fumes like a dune in the dessert
life in fumes to the heavens
fightin wolves through the shepherds
feels like elijah the prophet reforms these tools into weapons
removes prides eye from the socket
yet infused with our brethren
when still alone like rocket man stance refusin these blessins
when it feels like you cant carry those you love on your shoulders
depressions boulders hold us down just like the stress it gets older
the colder that we grow the farther that we wander from fathers
dishonor our brothers be bad examples to sisters
alone its madness to phathom to break you down where you standin
prayin not to feel alone upon our overcrowded planet
when you gotta be a man and stand on your own this globe cold to the bone
an expansive road leaves man standin alone
upon our overcrowded planet
just like elijah the prophet
its the longest hardest road to walk alone
but its the wisest among us that find somethin to love and take hold
and if you let go you’s a sucker
thats the word from my soul
not suggestin that we love this worldly just lustin for gold
cause it’ll rust before you clutch it,just a functionless hold
its just the dust that we was raised from but love can save souls
with paved roads made for strayin its to dust that they go
and just because they say it loud you cant be proud and trust they know
sometimes its frustratin
all this mistrust lust plus hatred
its just satan fuckin with us cause his judgement is waitin
weghted like a ton of rusted boilin chains
toilin graves its coyish flames
a slave facin his boilin lake
hell is hate to the core
love is joy and grace
time and space recoiling facin dunes of hot sand
immesurable treasure in rotted clock hands
no man is an island smilin’ acceptin gods plan
for when it feels like im alone but not forgotten i stand
gotta be a man and stand on your own this globe cold to the bone
an expansive road leaves man standin alone
upon our overcrowded planet
just like elijah the prophet
Practice For Hope
it breaks me down to think how we've grown
but i still see you as a shorty, i'm the sucker i know
i realize it but don't believe it and hopefully you'll get home
my soul to keep we both the suckers not just bustin in poems
receivin letters gotta stack of em scratch on my soul
like prison bars with clenchin fists grippin
it's practice for hope
i read a kite flown like nine times
and slide out a pen
to recollect upon our youth and truth like nine outta ten
when cinder blocked locked and hollowed
right's a hard walk to follow
tomorrow's never promised
honest, but honestly i trust that God knows
our struggles, Harvey to the Jungle
it's hard to be humble
when all we sees trouble and poverty bubbles
and policies stumbled
some fam man
when i cried all i can
tried to be the bigger brother
hide my smile in my hands
to swallow piling sands of time slide in
Mike got a daughter
i try to hit you with some hope and sight the mics i done slaughtered
i brought it to 'em like we said we would i see you sometimes
in the strangest heinous places painted faded sunshine
you’re like a shorty to me still son
ghost is my celly
remembrance of yesters essences
much love your bro qwelly
I think about it sometimes i think about how we’ve grown
I think about you still a shorty, who’s the sucker i know
i realize it but don't believe it and hopefully you'll get home
my soul to keep we both the suckers not just bustin in poems
i think about it when i'm eatin this burger
how you aint free to eat burgers
just stuck for lust sleepin with murderers
it turns this burger into sand in my stomach who knew
that we'd be livin our lives decisions
skewed hued through a skewed view
a cruel youth produces bruised fruit
philosophies land fill
systems inducin cats that curiosity just cant kill
its lock and key and stand still no sleep for our brethren
treatin kings just like they slaves COs readin our letters
depletin our centers and leavin weepin mothers in winter
it drives our fathers to insanity when families splintered
cause a letters never a hug and now my windows just pain (pane)
sittin like a shitty whisper in its rain painted frame
this pain painted brain strain for prayin burstin insane
cursed to burdens here were chained to this earth spin
it turns us into monsters fightin beasts from its belly
i still be prayin for your freedom every second dog love and peace qwelly
it breaks me down to think how we've grown
but i still see you as a shorty, i'm the sucker i know
we realize it but don't believe it and hopefully you'll get home
my soul to keep we both the suckers not just bustin in poems
Asceticism
for when it all falls down
around the shoulders of soldiers
and preachers and leaders and teachers
yall can tell em who told em
we wore our souls like the sneakers that keeps our feet from the embers
they swept the streets with our scars
the starvin body remembers
recollect upon his corners
gotta get it if its possible
but lots of little fools just fell in december
whatever
opt to stop and rob him cruel
same shit kept him out of school
movin rocks
or swoopin cops
that kept him chained to the weather
it never changes it seems
this hole keeps burrowing deeper
dirty heaps getting higher messiah dying to reach us
the leaders hiding behind us
pretend their minds are on Jesus
when miles of fetuses dying between the lies that they feed us
teachers buyin it and sellin it
pin naive to the genius
the childs eyes aint seen the wind
but his mind can perceive it
receive the secrets of life and be a light through this bleakness
use the teachins of right and truth to fight through this weakness
when all passes to ashes with the cash that we gathered
can cats imagine reactions after we add up what mattered
man the chatter among us will numb our ears to the shatterin
rattlin nashin of teeth resounding ringing like saturn
patterned circling excuses used as tools would just shatter
because we knew the truth but humans wanted proof on a platter
with loosened grips that grapped for dollars hollered oops from the ladder
scattered the youth at the bottom amidst the bruised and the battered
with twisted music and rappers preoccupied with his fashions
and cynic lying politians
tied and blinded with taxes
actin thugs cuttin in winding lines
to climb in his casket
madness the sign of the times
messiah dyin to catch us
why we tryin eye on the prize and dyin to ask it
if cats is fine with it fine
if not then why aint we after it
its like we rather just laugh
or pass and nap or rap a bit
or haggle over trash and die to try and cash it in

from Mestizo - LifeLikeMovie

Mestizo- eyes see through you- lyrics written in 97
(first verse)
stickin' my nose in some
place where it don't
B Long, A short attention
span when it comes to am/fm radio band.
The feeling I possess is unexplainable
like being the first human
To sink his tenticles
in a non-gravational land
although extraterrastral
who won't be held down
by the aggravating sound
of societies labeling
my presence is unlike any other
unabling these peons
to place me on the spot
to be torn apart
from the inside out
like black talons entering
the torso disassembling
on moment of impact
exploding in the gizzard
dismembering membrane
from vehicle battery
causing narcolepsy
caught sleepng on reality
quick to question whats wrong
with these kids today there
in sane like N-E
penny pinching law enforcment agent
who pratice brutality in the honor
of the great american system
killing in the name of the lord
cleaning up the dirt up off the streets
like we are also not of this existance
so getting angry and killing you
will just give me the compensation
In competence
so I maintain by low keys of ambience
lock myself in a prism of musical energy
like earthly trance daning kids
cause I will not be a victim
of brain manipulation
a mind of my own biz
surfing on these low forms
meaningless words of teeth chattering
and false looks from souls portals
no deciving... Mestizo
(chorus) eye see through you
me and the identity
of other entities connect spiritually
sharing metaphor's
positioned comfortably
in the spirit of a tree
getting back to original habitat
passing knowledge back and forth
with my brother the monkey
climbing back reality
with no memory of the money
dumb-founded by the beauty
with no contemplation of the worries
seeing past all and any
categorizing self-being down-sizing
no judgment on outter apperance
cause I can detect when souls crying
trying to cover up distorted emotions
with hard eyeing ...
(2nd verse)
eyes see through you
imitation of the norm
like when bruce willis shot
goldy hawns body
of forced enhanced youth
death becomes you
are always wearing a mask and suit
burying your true thoughs and feelings
like hells spawn
come on now
last call to join reality
before humanity falls into
one of the last categories
of non-existance
ignorant minds dead consciousness
while I reach levels
of shamanistic brainwaves
exercising mind power
other deities
planning the site of our graves
the all knowledgable
saving a certain form of dna
while the no scale
pale
controling diseases
die in there caves
make way
while I use poetical crow-bars
forcing opening minds
feeding facts
to cells that dwell
under the control
of a make believe religion
thats guiding your decisions
with lies and propaganda
the devils eye is the camera
constantly watching
over protective
luciferian's objective
to replace truth with gods and religions
books of your savior backed up by no proof
of where they come from
little do they know
our original history is little by little
starting to show
already been
invaded by your so-called little green men
who in reality look like you and me
the normal human
who grow there army with in
reproduction of the human system
new born old souls
humanoids smarter than your government
guess whos running your government
stupidity
ignorance is bliss
seperating your mind from all actuality
runned by long time
mind manipulation
and reverse physicology