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Old 06-07-2018, 05:00 PM   #1
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"Phantom Thread" (2018)

"When I've gone back to work, it's always with that sense of inevitability. That may be a complete delusion, but it's the one that I need to get out of bed and go about my business. That sense that I can't avoid this thing. I better just get on with it. " - Daniel Day Lewis

......

I'll strike when the iron's hot when writing this dialogue
Like lighting a fire off of dry weeds and pyre rocks
It's providing the final spark of ideas archived as art
Finish what I start, my journey's a learning tree now I embark...

This kid rose from skid row, you only leave remarks
I'll get those streets re-tarred if YOU'RE the streets, retard
I'm underground with a bone to pick like cotton farms
Thought I saw a fossil arm but it was a false alarm
Seems my delivery's off but don't get me wrong...
My final song is a timeless bomb inside an empty swan
Direct y'all mindless speech because I cause scenes
But I dont know how I re-spawned for the life of me
You rhyme hot? Please, you guys drop memes
Tongue tied on screen like that dumb Tide pod thing
Spill your guts but can't heal the cuts they grew to be
If there will be blood I will just hide in Plainview it seems
This ain't the phantom thread where Daniel Day Lewis leaves
Cuz you reap what you sew in a tight knit community
Tighten it with impunity, I'm betting you can't breathe
If you circle around my necks drop that's noose to me
You'll die alone with no dial tone,this is not Scream
Y'all dead men walking like headless zombies in Ichabod's dreams
Can't get the skinny on me, check my body of work
If you ever flipped this on me it's probably inverse
I could care less if I'm a little short sighted nerd
Hard to find binoculars as far as I'm concerned
I turnstiles fast, was into rock then found rap
Now like a concert bouncers task, I got this down pat
I can extract DNA from ghosts and package it
But if human beings factor in, the monkey genome is accurate
Free roam like Maximus, the key to life we know is Lazarus
So if the window of opportunity is closed then shatter it
I won't prevail with facts I just state opinions kid
But I can scale it back if you want to weigh in on this
I crave big tits and a fat ass to bang
So I keep one fed ex like it's Cast Away
That's some heavy shit, avoid the late toilet spray
I'll coin a phrase and employ the state of Detroit today
Can't stand to date, go out on a limb with a bandaged leg
Don't gotta amputate to feel phantom pain
You'll never see me walk away on a hobbled peg
Must have been my doppelganger that was gone for days
I brought the gang, yeah the whole shebang, record the rape
I'm the modern Norman Bates on The First 48
Write when inspiration strikes and ignore the date
Throw in the towel if you can't support the wait, Daniel Cormier
Struck by hurricanes you find yourself in dire straits
You can rain on my parade but I'm the wiper blades
I hibernate in cyberspace, awake with violence for days
I'll take this forum by storm drains like IT's foreplay
It's like a family portrait the way you forfeit...
Into the frame, but torn edges remain important
Fortunate to say the lease, you'll be paying more rent
Or locked in a mortgage 'til you lay in a morgue dead
A self absorbed waterfall never goes off the edge
I toss in bed and thoughts embed, guess I forgot the rest
A far cry from my silhouette now my pillow's wet
There's still no death worse than when we feel regret
So if I get one chance then I can build the rest
My statue on a hill suggests that I'm STILL the best
Can't avoid my phantom thread, I ghostwrite with a poison pen
Poised to foil your plans so you don't spoil the end
Your boys and ya fam won't beat this drunk geek
I'll serve you in the pub G, bring your circle down to nothing
Too proud for bluffing, no lady luck plays into love
You want bang for your buck then pay for a slut
Take a bunch of arrows mid air and shoot it in her
Speaking on what Cupid delivers makes her two lips quiver
Skin burns sweatin' bullets, I might mimic and school kids
Like Nikolas Cruz with the white supremacist movement
Select groups rhyme online and even fewer try
It's do or die like suicide hotlines keeping you alive
So if you decide to phone it in then most will arrive...
At the same conclusion as 'mines' driven over roadside
I invent a line and vent it wide, hope the vents align
It's like a participant ribbon, in any event I tried...

I'll strike when the iron's hot when writing this dialogue
Like lighting a fire off of dry weeds and pyre rocks
It's providing the final spark of ideas archived as art
Finish what I start, my journey's a learning tree now I embark...
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Old 06-07-2018, 05:01 PM   #2
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"The Sound of Music" (2017)


"You brought music back into the house. I had forgotten." - Captain von Trapp

~Commencer~

I planned on wowing you but guess now I’m screwed
Like Howard Hughes with power tools he's not allowed to use
Who’s around to view? Face me in a powder room
Like John Wayne Gacy, I'm just clownin' dude
Back in the 80's I was all about the booze
Until I woke up on Kevin Spacey's couch at noon
Execute cows in Buda, pest, that amounts to movement
If truth is said 'in jest' watch how I'll consume it
Puke this up, excuse my French but now I'm fluent
A verb or noun? That's stupid, I'll announce the union
Like the Vegas shooting coward's news clips
The crowd is movin' when I’m raining bullets down into it
Mount the crucifix then crown the Judas
Make a vow, abuse it, how proud is Cupid
Roses are red... You know how it's concluded
If violets are blew my favorite flower's tulips
On my insurmountable huge dick, to hell with illusions
Underground in ruins is where I found the blueprint
If you soil yourself I'll put down my roots bitch
Number 2 in my field, go plow the manure
Can't denounce the rumor that I astound the viewer
Broke in as a rookie now I'm a profound intruder
Stole a few dead presidents, look at their jowls movin’
If your shits tight I just might make your bowels loosen
Devour humans, bounce your huge head now your toothless
Egos get Brown(e) and bruised, Ronda Rousey’s proof
Guess now it's boosted like the sound of music
When you leave your vehicle in a bad town in Houston
Wreck-ignition cuz I yank keys, pal I'm ruthless
If I'm hounding you then I'll give a pound to prove it
Your house is useless, I’ll tear down the roof quick
Ya crown molding like an old king too proud to remove it
In natures drought what you layin' down is fruitless
Can't get respect I earn man, Robert Downey Junior
Sonnen you like Chael or no clouds in Bermuda
Forever a pillar of strength with one frown from Medusa
Keeping count from the womb, I don't have to induce it
I produce hits with new kicks, my style's a shoe in
Jot it down on computers, in an hour reboot it
If no vowels have moved then I'm not allowed to improve it
Started in 2002, my iCloud hasn't been new since
About illusive as John Emil List as a fugitive
I'm loud and a nuisance, my allowance is two cents (Canadian)
So they threw me in the Loony bin of talented youth kids
Spit like Taz would spew 'til I'm basked in drool then...
Drown you in a Lazarus pool next to Ra's al Ghul's pit
I'm Heisenberg and icebergs, I take down ya crews quick
My patience wanes like doc strange finding out who Bruce is
What weighs more, ten pounds of bricks or ten pounds of toothpicks?
The truth is they weigh the same amount you doofus
I'll mute this until silence surrounds my tombs lid
Then write it down since it's all I know how to do...

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Old 06-07-2018, 05:12 PM   #3
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"Scarecrows" (2014)

Hey, they say you were the needle in your hay day
I’m a staple in this forum, we ain’t on the same page
I judge a book by its cover if the author’s the same
Can’t stomach my pain, you buckle under the weight
Suffice it to say posting underground’s a waste
Unearth rappers til they garbage floating in outer space
I’ll face the music, I see-notes when taking bets
And serenade ya death like Syrian children laid to rest
Get it? Serin aid ya death? That’s a bit of a stretch
But I’d rather pull a muscle than sit on the bench
I guess I’m walking through those in hot pursuit
Fucking tools, y’all just screwdrivers like prostitutes
I alter time space continuums while you sang in a booth
So I’m makin’ Neptunes while you make inept tunes
Fans betray you then hop off the bandwagon
Do combat in Spanish faggot, you lost in translation
They say religion is blind so I maced a reverend
I guess I’m hell bent on going straight to heaven
You an internet legend? That fame can’t feel right
How many people can recite ya rap name in real life?
Drop boatloads of rhymes with nothing to show for ‘em
So I’ll only throw you a lifeline if you postmortem
(Post more them) I use brackets til I got it mastered
(This pattern rescued more bars than Jon Taffer)
We’ve battled before, Christ, not even in rap terms
Perhaps you’re thinking it’s one AD like a half turn
Now man-dating a policy just sounds a tad iffy
You politically correct, a tax hiker like a grizzly
Attacks hiker, get me? You got to leave the track
The road to success takes you off the beaten path
There’s a methadone to my madness if I take the lab
A maniac fixin’ to do good like I’m breaking bad
How insane is that? Well I draw on white walls
So when I lash out I don’t mean above the eyeball
Try to-face your fall, I’ll leave a dent in your plot
Leave bodies bullet riddled, you a questionable shot
Caught between a rock and hard place when y’all drop
Cuz I nod off like a starving wolf with its paw caught
I’m on top but deep down I’m violent as fuck
Won by the skin of my teeth now I’m biting the dust
Might as well cut the act like a director that yells
Rappers are push-up bras, we know they flatter themselves
I’m putting you under dog, give the trigger a squeeze
When I say money talks it’s just a figure of speech
Evening odds all day, I will banish the human race
So chalk full of lines I can vanish without a trace
Made my last ditch effort infiltrate Satan’s dungeon
Dragged in heaven’s gates, I’m a gateway drug bitch
I got an air of superiority, medicate the lungs quick
Fuck rap, you so gassed I can’t even say you toxic
If y’all sick I control the weather you’re under
Whether lightning or thunder I’m low key like Thor’s brother
Being the ninth world wonder means I don’t exist
I usually telegraph my punches, this time I phoned it in
“Stupidity’s a talent for misconception”, that’s a quote
Credit goes to Edgar Allen Poe, how apropos
Now everyone is ravin’ about my last two posts
Not knowing I just recycled some old trash I wrote
I chose fresh concepts but the best were canned
What good is a shelter if the bombs never land?
If I pull a rabbit from a hat it’s no magic act
I’m just a creature of habit with no habitat
All these buffalo bills got me cutting back
So I wait with bated breath before I shut my trap
Hip hop bumps ya tracks but when fronted cash…
I’ll bet you go pop like it’s plastic bubble wrap
So keep this under wraps like a boxer’s hand
This is not channel surfing, this is On Demand
Go with the flow? Going mainstream is not the plan
I’ll lie in a sea of emcees til I reach the promise land
Number one in my field, who’s the second around?
No one, on the real, like a projection countdown
So laugh out loud asshole, we know rap is a joke
Show’s over scarecrows, go back-to-your-posts…
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Old 06-07-2018, 05:22 PM   #4
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"Slippery Slope" (2013)

It wasn’t a rocky start we were more like boulders
I can’t afford for her to give me the cold shoulder
This slippery slope is torture, why won’t we talk?
I fall for her harder every time she blows me off
I know it’s wrong sister getting ya number on twitter
I never once considered falling in love with a stripper
All it took was two twenty’s to ignite the passion
But that be-hind sight, it was great while it lasted
Let me take you back; it starts in blind date fashion
Her body language said ‘not part of my age bracket’
That ain’t matter, her type seemed harmless to me
Must have been love at first site like E-Harmony
Things started off hot and heavy but god damn
I forgot my only condom on my one night stand
Go figure a gold digger’s after my damn wallet
Is this a long distance relationship? I can’t call it
We text often but she won’t shut up on the line
Everything I say rings true, she’s hung up on a lie
Now she’s pregnant with mine wanting child support
This vile whore never even fucking tried to abort
I got a coat hanger who needs the trials and courts
So engaged in battle I could have filed divorce
Then I see a report about her four teenage kids
A match made in heaven became an old flame quick
Basically I’m just tired of seeing her number
I loved her with every fibre of my being, so I dumped her...

I fucked her mother in fact, how ironic is that?
In nine months flat she will be calling me Dad
Seems I have a secret I never intended to keep
That time I called her sister? I meant it literally
A younger twin by 3 minutes, a spitting image of me
Now I’m spreading my seed around the family tree
What grows from that will be a plant or a weed
Someone cried uncle and my aunt has just screamed
As I’m raping my niece who turns purple and bleeds
I make her look in a mirror, ‘It’s nothing personal, see?’
I squeeze the belt on my neck as I struggle to breathe
My niece vanishes the second I cum on my sheets...


All that’s left is regret; I get a bottle of bleach
Pour it on the bedspread to dissolve my release
What’s written in these posts is the solvent I need
It’s a slippery slope until rock bottom is reached
Rap is verbal masterbation, how far did you read..?

Obviously.

You as much a part of the problem as me.
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"Pattern Recognition" (2013)


I’m poetry in motion, the opposite of dead weight
Each catch phrase makes headway in a dead brain
I levitate in the dead space of limbs I amputate
My hand can break metal gears solid, phantom pain
I’m so creative I could impregnate an aborted fetus
So ahead of time I digest food for thought before I eat it
Armed to the teeth like Jaws on a feeding frenzy
I’ll make light of any subject that seems too heavy
I’m dead-lee you can brand me Bruce or Brandon
Approach accidents waiting to happen with reckless abandon
My pattern wrecks ignitions and dismantles your style
Now you got a host of bare grills, yeah, Man vs. Wild
To freestyle you still have to plan the process
To know the opposite of time first understand the constant
I jot this on loose leaf hoping the rest will fall
If leading progress keeps you honest I’m sodium pentothal
Question solved but still you battling uphill
Trying to hide ya whack as fuck like Italian snuff films
I AM justice, every sentence has its appeal
I guess I’ll never be shit like a prisoner’s last meal
Hate me or love me, say this here is not real
In any case I’m money like deal or no deal
You a cabinet mirror reveal, a fucking cheap whore
I think everything I write sucks until I read yours
If the world’s short sighted I’m a panoramic view
You a camera zoomed on a Hispanic in his panic room
That means you close minded so dress accordingly
I disguise weak lines inside metaphors, you see?
You need editors it seems but I’m not one to talk
If I ran this bayou like a croc you’d be swamped
Guy’s pierce ya brain with mementos they forgot
Breaking all source codes in your train of thought
Like Bond you always played by someone different
I’m Tom Hardy, call me the bane of your existence
I put you under the gun but if you brought any weapons…
You lost Mayan-tension like December twenty second
My intention, get it? My flow gets you light headed
You’re so middle of the road the yellow line’s jealous
A light turnout only shows my higher power
You just here to read what I radiate like Geiger counters
Fuck ciphers, go off yourself like Looper dude
You’ll come unglued like stickers on a rubik’s cube
I’m old school, back of the class in a rocking chair
I’m spit balling here, but aren’t you wet behind the ears?
If objects in the mirror are closer than they appear…
You won’t see me near like a James Holmes movie premiere
You pale in comparison ‘til I kick the bucket
What’s the definition of insanity? I’m a far cry from it
Meaning I’m not redundant, don’t believe the lies
Like thinking the planes that hit the towers were CGI
Check this… psych, it’s no link it’s just underlined
# <- you call this a hash tag, I call it a number sign
Some write rhymes on Twitter but come night time…
They couldn’t soak up the limelight with a bud light lime
As of late I don’t reply, seems the crap you sayin’…
Aids in your recovery like small pox vaccinations
If I want a place to filter myself I’d use Instagram
Long story short I’m at war with your attention spans.
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"Post-Apocalyptic" (2012)

......

I inspire doom when I’m in a violent mood
Ya time is through like the moon when the sky is blue
Exact science made you wonder what pie has proved
But you ain’t really fly like automatic pilot dude
Since you have troubleshooting you probably a user
Change monikers but stay monitored on ya computer
Why go back again? Some say I’m drawing the future
I’m so happenin’ but they still call me a rumour
You don’t catch on so shutting my trap is useless
Rap is fluid like rapid movement in rapids stupid
You in a dry spell, I’m disappearing at sea
Let me remove all ‘doubt’... I ain’t hearing ya B
I’m the total package so mail this care of me
Seems you Bangkok dangerous like David Carradine
Felt to your pockets, few tricks up your sleeve
Once I pool my green take it as your cue to leave
Truthfully there will be mutiny if you muting me
I’m dead pool ten mutants deep and refuse to speak
So take a clue from me and can the detective shit
I put the pot in the kettle and planted the evidence
I paved your road to success then you decide to quit
With lines so makeshift you should be driving stick
There’s dumb luck in every bar and sentence I’ve said
I’m a fucking canuck, pardon my french like Quebec
On the brink of success like hockey rinks with one net
I can’t even the score unless your goals are not met
You’ll get totalled like addition, my mind’s a weapon
Think it’ll ever stop spinnin’? Dream on like Inception
On the rocks again, I came forth so I’m not meddlin’
Must be too-tired, I just spoke on what I’m peddlin’
Stop the presses, chances you got that message...
Non existent like punches with no pop culture reference
I’m a sitcom, 0110011001110101, the pilot episode
I’m so over your head it might as well be binary code
I bought my bitch gold when my crotch unzips slow
I am talking deep throat like The Washington Post
More bomb than Arlington Road, drop and explode
The devil’s in the details, God’s in Cliff Notes
If this seems a lil’ longer than some verses you wrote...
It just means I’m killing one bird with two stones
I sound like a broken record that you may hold
But whatever I say goes... so if you sane, bolt
That flow’s so long winded a tornado got twisted
Yet all this multi-tasking won’t get the job finished
It’s a brainstorm not a rainstorm, know your limits
Can be ill naturally but weak if you over think it
Since these kids go all out spittin’ rhymes per hour...
I can’t let my guard down like a prison’s sniper tower
I’m sealing fans in wet concrete under ceiling fans
Each punch packs a wallop like building dams
This my red dead redemption so you of course split
So whipped I go to town on you on some horse shit
I’ll devour cowards every hour if you’re fortunate
I say the important shit, I’m this forums fine print
So you my bitch if you don’t read the words I spit
Your signature defeats the purpose of the terms I give
Try my patience like shutter island I’ll shut ya eyelids
If you digest what ya eyes-red call me your highness
You got a hype man on stage but the crowd is quiet
They don’t buy it, he won’t help ya sell tix, Len Bias
Summon mine when air gets thick in ya own mind
I punch with a pair-a-normal fists when I ghostwrite
I’ll give you first prize so I can avoid spittin’
It’s like kinder surprise the way I gotta toy with ‘em
This rhyme was inscribed on timber in the valley
The paper you write on is literally litter in my alley
Your rebuttal better be not another text to read
Cuz if one of you flex on me it’s just muscle memory
I’m half human half machine so if y’all cut deep...
You would see nanotechnology in my bloodstream
These nanobots instil a leap of human abilities
‘Til we sit at the bottom of pools and never breathe
Live in ‘virtual’ realities and run at Olympic speeds
Then we’ll breed an even smaller inauthentic being
See if technology shrinks with each step that we reach
That’s evolution, which means God is technically me.
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"Cutting Room Floor" (2009)

......

I interrupt these re-runs to bring you something off beat (not literally)
While channel surfing the airwaves, I cut in a live feed
You only skim the surface jumping in with both feet
So be discreet, you have to start shallow to get deep...
Writing on a wall is left in doubt, most is routine
I’m writing on AWOL, absent without official leave
I’m under siege, lately all who gun for me...
War ship the ground I walk on like navy on submarines
In today’s industry who can judge a record’s worth?
Those who front in lines get in, it’s first come first serve
Make a name for yourself and you can kill the term
Vets won’t say it, they use other words to fill their verse
They’re real concerned that some might find the top
But everybody has a massive ego, justified or not
So to define hip hop I won’t involve you
It’s like Clark Kent in a tie and jacket, not ya strong suit
I’ll prove your target’s off, come sling those arrows
My presence jars your thoughts but leaves no air holes
A rare post, ergo… this is it for me
I got the Guinness record for sleep, the rest is history
All enemies wanna test me when my stock is falling
Only weapon they have against me is not responding
Honest reply’s come first then some supply banter
But none of you bystanders are up to my standards
I’m Bruce Banner, incredibly hulk to your abomination
Bombing nations living near a Barack Obama nation
Jobs now are lame kid, I’m not allowed to explain it
Sounds radiate when you’re pounding the pavement
Buy real estate in the realest state, here of all places
I got an apartment complex, yeah, fear of small spaces
Plan to factor in a rhyme, I don’t want a statement
You’ll just manufacture some lye like project mayhem
You must copy verbatim, nothing ever new’s done
Kids click their own threads just to get their views up
Post enough you’ll get ignored, I guess I’m to blame
You run rough shot in forums, I take my time and aim
Step to me on my turf and watch your lawn decay
Every thought I say hampers ya style like laundry day
My thoughts outweigh anything you’re free to state
No debate, you Palin comparison like Tina Fey
You need a break, seems your brain mentally retired
Y’all just hate cuz I got it made, no assembly required
I’m asteroids on steroids, I get astronomically higher
If a psychopath is logical I’m a pathological liar
Every topical I make inspires, a true premonition
Nothing you fruits spittin’ ever comes to fruition
Every time I spit it brains race a mile a minute
Each line is like quick sand, it takes awhile to sink in
What was I thinkin' writing this never ending story?
There’s a thin line between being clever and corny
It was only dubbed World War 1 during World War 2
It’s not the first of its kind ’til the formula’s reused
Why make ‘part 2’? Think we want something more?
What makes you think we’ve seen what’s come before?
Edited scores are underscored on the cutting room floor
They say the third time’s a charm, but we move forth
Your drops get no love, too far fetched in this forum
Like operator phone plugs, you hard pressed to switch boards
So better record your best lyrics before I get serious
I’m a born n’ bred lyricist, you just born inbred, period
I’m here to give that Blair Witch Project scare again
But it’s the music that blares which projects arrogance
Hungry for success, you hate the fact that I earn fans
Large cravings have you stark raving mad like Iron Man
I’d rather make sense then force it, sure you’ll fault me
But there comes a point in time when you outgrow multi’s
Y’all pre-writ a bunch, but got none in the archive
Your style’s a pub with no drunks, not one single bar fly
I believe I’m fair and impartial, what I see is reflected
But I don’t sacrifice truth for the sake of being objective
Feed disconnected, the conclusion I had to reach...
Is just another blunder under illusion of masterpiece.
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"Lyrical Storybook... check it" (2003)

ayo,

Warm-Up

from the mind comes the passion, blown like a nuclear reaction//
contracting through the madness, & goin past each immovable faction//
the flows patent, everything you've mastered...i've past-it//
and compacted ya back and shit, leavin wannabe's up in traction//
yall paralyzed from the neck-down...where's ya respect-now?//
you got too high on ya'self, so be prepared for the let-down//
as I melt-down and spit liquid, I get u lifted till ya bones-shifted//
cause the Universe is known gifted, in my presence u cant rip-shit//
bytch, im always on the move, i've never bein known to pause//
just rippin' yall even without probable cause..what?, no applause?//
lol, god damn the flows soluable, ever-expanding and valuable//
with way too much obundence of thought to be allowed in ya skull//
yall sounding dull, like being in another room & pounding a wall//
while Im constantly growing, meaning im not around when u fall//

Rising Action

If yall choose to start shit, you'd better be prepared to end-it//
cause im constantly being aware of what ya career intended//
fear's imbedded, in ya eyes and the stares pathetic//
double the anethstetic, yall gonna need a pair-a-medics//
click and send bytch, I verbally dispense and wreck-shit//
as I diabolically disect and inspect each message//
Im expecting the aftermath wreckage to reflect the senate//
cause rap is drugs, & its suger-coatin' politicians like diabetics//
its the universes higher methods that relate to the heavens//
instigatin' fate to not only make, but to strike fear in peasents//
Im wantin' yall to feel my presence as i teach lyrical lessons//
cause they toughin' up veterans and every spiritual essence//

Climax

realize....I take target practise on yall stagnent emcees//
cause the fact that yall aint improving is amazing to me//
Im blazin' the trees, causing forest fire emergencies//
leavin' yall stumped, & forcing you to retire with urgency//
going down to the wire alertly, even as yall observe me//
so u can see i dont fold under pressure, i handle it perfectly//
Its the pleasure of burglary thats got me stealing ya salary//
and its that very same jealousy thats gettin' you mad at me//
but these lyrics appeal to real-tragedy, cause thats where the talent-be//
holdin' down the human anatomy with an even stronger power then gravity//
You'll need exactly satellite-precision to remotely use my vision//
with split-second decision, cause its the difference between real & fiction//
and realize that pickin' my brain will only have u thinkin' insane//
maybe then in vain...you can invision my sickening-ways//
thought process can isolate, and you'll be missing for days//
Universally spittin' so-bright, im even rippin' the shade//
and lifting the weight, and placing it on your-shoulders//
so if u rock a mic, im hittin' u with the force of four-boulders//
cause if you in the "game"....you gotta play for all four-quarters//
but you'll still only make a dollar-a-day like convenience store-owners!//
so take complete notice, cause my lyical ability can break-modems//
and will make ya motion seem slow, fake, and un-focused//

StoryBook Ending

Universe be breakin the sound-barrier, spittin over 1000 decibals//
always on-target with a direct bulls-eye from the head of a bull//
charges are federal if you are behind bars that aint legible//
lyrical-picasso, the pictures i paint in ya head are incredible//
from ya head-to-ya-skull, I verbally cause chemical reactions//
the lyrical cause for rappin', brainwaves stimulate the passion//
and instigates even more actions, as time is continually passin'//
cause yall be comin-up-short, like gay-porn with mini-me actin'!//
still think you can defeat-me?...you obviously must be dreaming//
cause I'll battle ya whole crew and "clean-house" like Spring-Cleaning!//
you've gotten sworn to secracy, now that your done reading me//
cause this whole meeting is confidential, & is being handled discretly//
thats why yall cant soundly beat-me, i suggest no men-test this//
or even try to digest-this, instead just look-up and send-blessin's//
its a bit-risky, but i automatically free when the pen-beckons//
*so close this thread now*
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"Dead Presidents: Conspiracy Theory" (2003)


Originally posted on SOHH.com

All the way, from Abraham Lincoln to JFK//
what would it be like if they lived to see today?//
the public was led astray, cuz in fact the truth might hurt//
Dead Presidents is money, that should tell us what life's worth//
and its doin' life's dirt that eventually makes mud//
they say money doesn't grow on trees, but thats where it came from//
and it's the almighty dollar where the fascinations caught//
the very same thing that caused Kennedy's assasanation plot//
to say the least, that's what made the beast//
that had him killed cuz their were those afraid of peace//
couldn't save a peice of mind, a bullet released that wrong//
all just so the country could have a war in Vietnam//
cause war makes money, and JFK was against it//
so they hired some shooters up in buildings, behind fences//
soldiers from trenches or government agents, I'll stab at a theory//
either way, it was obvious this was an elaborate conspiracy//
it's kinda scary, to not know why this guy's in heaven & understand//
its enough to make one suspicious, Im thinkin' 9/11 was planned//
a sacrifice, think about it, this was better for war//
cuz every American displayed patriatism like never before//
remember war makes money and power, they had to have two//
the government needed other country's support, now they had an excuse//
this was the society's abuse to begin following past instructions//
now Uncle Sam needs you to fight for weapons of mass destruction//
this and 9/11 is why soldier's went to battle Sadaam's gun//
there's been a war for almost 2 years, why havn't they found none?//
cause the threat isn't there, it seemed they proceeded with haste//
government blamed Osama for 9/11, the public needed a face//
so they came up with a purpetraitor that was completely fictional//
as long as it was on television, society would believe the ritual//
to deceive the people, is to make fools of those that fill the border//
this in fact just proves, Dead Presidents still give orders//
it's so deceitful, cause money is the root of all evil//
the government keeping top secret documents hidden from the people//
from rigged elections to assasinations, society's blind for 75 years//
and when the truth is finally released, it's history and nobody cares//
it's these scenario's that should've gotten people today suspicious//
what is right or wrong, what is real, what can we say is fiction?//
peices of the puzzle aint fittin', it makes society's core shutter//
why is a certain peice of paper considered to be worth more than another?//
freedom of speech has a stutter, so why are people killing and fighting?//
when the government being fought for thinks of us as children in hiding//
principles and emotions colliding, "United" States filling the best precedents//
war, what is it good for?...I'd say about 8 Billion Dead Presidents//


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"Body of Work" (2008)

“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” - Ralph W. Emerson

......

The web sights eyebrowse are just a waist of time
This is my body of work, another faceless rhyme
Keep you in awe like dentists, you legging behind
When I drop Jaws like Spielberg in seventy five
Bombed outta my mind, I’m a tear-a-wrist in vain
Frankenstein with no spine wouldn’t pick my brain
You bald your eyes out, yet it’s a hair too late
You can sell your soul but there’s still hell toupee
Take strength and smarts, but don’t leave me parts
Cuz like a body’s autopsy, there’s no beating heart
In the bowels of every city, you staying at large
The skinny is you choke artists have trachea scars
Secrets are word of mouth, said tongue in cheek
So chew food for thought with both wisdom teeth
Rip all tendons in attendance, that’s my tendency
I gave you the cold shoulder to stop sweatin’ me
Kept abreast like silicone, you got facelifts free…
In the belly of the beast like ya mom’s pregnancy
But this ain’t T.V., I’ve yet to graze anatomy
In a grind I get on ya nerves like a painful cavity
Your girl’s junk in the trunk is taking a backseat
Cuz she sticks out like a sore thumb hailing a taxi
It’s ‘humerous’, I get a kick outta tearing kid-knees
That’s a funny-bone like Team America’s sex scene
Your beer belly’s hung-over, your umbilical leaked
Now you got a bigger navel region than the military
You can taunt me, but none of those tonsil fade me
I got skeletons in my closet like John Wayne Gacy
Skin crawls like baby’s, it torso much as well…
I donate to the Red Cross, cuz I know blood-sells
You no pimp, you a pimple; I’ll scar your chest…
If you pitted against me like pock marks on flesh
You go down to defeat like an undertow suggests
I’m so fly the bags under my eyes go unchecked
To let reader’s digest, put my appendix in books
But few can stomach it in my neck of the woods
I’ll shut ya trap for good, break your rib cage off
Expose urine-testin’ like major league baseball
Take your pulse on impulse, I’ll have to lap you
We at each other’s throats like an Adam’s apple
Live in a cul-de-sac, you can’t call-ya-sack whole
Cuz y’all some dicks… fuckin’ stuck up assholes
If I finger ya girl’s pussy, I get caught red handed
For that period, I’m all forehead like Ted Danson
Aliases love-handles, so they beef-on-the-side
I can see most skin-ya-hide like beaten housewives
Get it, skin-your-hide? It’s difficult to stand by
It’s a gag, but that ‘reflex’ worse than a vampire
Palm trees with your hands tied, you lack a point
Now I can taste-bud whenever I crack my joints
Trying to draw first blood has your arteries failing
Don’t just go for the jugular like Barnum & Bailey
Fucking numbskulls, go scalp tickets to concerts
Flawless, my features are chiselled like sculptures
Look at ya ugly mug, you brought on this mugging
Got too many ‘defects’ like a communist country
I tend-to-heal like Achilles, my knee-jerk reactions…
Get you stuck in the temple like Caesar’s assassins
I’m everlasting like melanin, I’ll cave ya melon in
I used defeat and urine lines to make ’em relevant
I could wrap this up with organs found in ya skin…
But to come out ahead like birth…

I’m a go out on a limb.
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"Ensemble" (2006)

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I’m tossed in jail for the weight I’m holding, I got to bail
Talk to Atlas, we go weigh back, we’re both off the scale
Then I lost his trail, here’s a cop out, I was taught to fail
See me with-out-lines, then you know what chalk entails
People need peep-holes to stop and stare, and God’s aware
He dropped us bare for His own personal comic reel
He made clear D-Day’s near, so killin’ them fakes here
Is more of a staged career than William Shakespeare
Silly you break mirrors, masks just hide true vanity
It’s this blue planet full of animals that define humanity
Sky and sea finally meet, vapor means text is gassed
Sweating laps settles that claim you’re the best at last
Pressure cracks a checkered past, the color is red or black
Thinking too fast to interact, what sort of chess is that?
Living with baby’s Mom, one hit and she’s staying gone
Then paid installments, the battle minimum wages on
Banks is robbed by dashed hopes, that shows I stash those
Letting my cash flow until I’m flat broke like back roads
Long ago seems faded if, songs of old keep taking hints
You ain’t spit… you say shit you want associated with
These bugged ensemble hits keep up on-some-bull sh!t
Got a full clip on an empty stomach, not to fool with
Y’all stool pigeons presumed innocent, who you kiddin’?
Cruisin’ for women in a blue Honda Civic, cool your engines
The shoe ain’t fittin’, you got something to prove then spit it
Though few may listen, music’s given you a superstition
In the tune of symptoms, so those who are truly the sickest
Rule villages shooting more victims than Munich’s Olympics
Then sit in confession booths to seek the truth from reverends
If sleep’s a view of death, then dreams are proof of Heaven
Guess I’m sharing more text until my hearing goes next
I don’t respect attempts to carry-out threats in stereo sets
Scaring most vets, tearing those heads from fans you seek
In sand so deep, I’ll bury amputees in some Cancun beach
Since tans show heat, plan to see if skin cancer bleeds
Cancel treatment, and don’t question this answer please
Beef’s a standard recipe; I know what you expect to see
If it’s a cannibals flesh you eat, don’t Hannibal lecture me
During this hour I’m speakin’, it sounds more like preachin’
Attend church on Sunday yet God left town for the weekend
I’m just proud that I’m breathing, for another absurd reason
But the only secrets worth telling are the ones worth keeping
In words is meaning; but a head of a horse while you sleeping
Says more than priests preaching, metaphorically speaking
Led in the door is intriguing, dead on the floor is deceiving
Since Saw, when Jigsaw gets on all four’s before leaving
And Adam’s screaming, minus Eve in the Garden of Eden
Pardon the treason; it seems they had it harder than we did
Regardless the season, I always put my heart in to pieces
Never charging a fee, it’s made me a target to these kids
Who sink markets routinely, it’s in the cards of Houdini
History broke Da Vinci’s code when the art got too greedy
Since this heart isn’t beating, witness darkness receding
Into the night with a little light, let’s just call it an evening.
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"War of the Words" (2008)


“Karma's only justice without the satisfaction. I don't believe in justice.”

- The Way of the Gun

……

I’m feeling annoyed in ways I don’t really enjoy to say
However I still avoid clichés to fill a void these days
Fukk what voyeurs think, waiting on bars your boy will bring
You’ll see what I have in store and get charged for loitering
Can’t destroy the scene, the proportions of my theatric vision
Are monumental like Jamaicans talking in psychiatric clinics
I’ll ask help, to figure out why my strangest lines reach ya
I drop knowledge, yall pass out without the faintest idea
So if you have it in for me, you jealous of my infamy
Proof in this wide industry, you’s a b!tch like bigamy
Better be all aware, of what fag teams might call a dare
I got a hold on your click… they drag queens like Solitaire
I know you starting to care; get fans through your old ways
It’s just a shame your margin for error expands to the whole page
Now ignore the weight; fighting light might be kinda stupid
But weather the storm, and lightning strikes twice without a union
Punches swervin’, bluffings’ certain if you say nothing’s hurtin’
Cuz yall uptight pussies, and I aint talking about fukking virgins
Where dissing’s concerned, I live & learn without missing my turn
So all my words are just water under the bridges I burn
Plus these universal sun beams will leave your world hungry
Now you got more fam-in trouble than third world countries
Hunt these veteran crews, Hell with the proof, I’m telling the truth
I have to give the Devil his due just to level with you
Then you’re severed in two, and I don’t need metaphors yet
Until one judgment day you won’t live long enough to never forget
Watch vets pile up before my eyes, like the sins of my Father
A waste of time, fuckin’ signs on their heads reading “Why Bother?”
Then you got the other side, these mouthing off young bucks
On some ‘I’ve been to prison’ sh!t, yeah, you got caught, dumb fukk
There’s always free cheese in mousetraps, so throw a fit and cry
They want to be criminals more than they want to commit a crime
But I guess, in this war of words, we all step on landmines
And isn’t that how it always ends? …

Every God damn time.
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"Zodiac" (2005)

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“The killing spree initiated by a man known only as The Zodiac, has to be one of the most intriguing criminal mysteries the United States has ever experienced. No one is sure exactly when it began; nor do we know when it will end. All we do know is that for over 22 years, someone has managed to outwit the authorities all the while taunting, goading, and ridiculing the police while he maintained his cycle of vicious killings, often within sight of the authorities that sought him.”

Based on Actual Evidence; All Excerpts are Authentic.

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I.

A student of Riverside’s College, found dead in the parking lot
Chen Jo Bates, 18 years old, the only evidence; a Timex watch
At 12:23 AM the time stopped; police found a partial palm print
Then they received a letter, as did the papers, this is how it went:

...I AM NOT SICK. I AM INSANE. BUT THAT WILL NOT STOP THE GAME. THIS LETTER SHOULD BE PUBLISHED FOR ALL TO READ IT. IT JUST MIGHT SAVE THAT GIRL IN THE ALLEY. BUT THAT'S UP TO YOU. IT WILL BE ON YOUR CONSCIENCE. NOT MINE. YES, I DID MAKE THAT CALL TO YOU ALSO. IT WAS JUST A WARNING. BEWARE...I AM STALKING YOUR GIRLS NOW.

6 months later, a message sent; “Bates had to die” the note said
The only signature at the end contained the letter Z, in gold pen
December 20, 1968; police puzzled over the riddle of the note
While a woman discovers two bodies in the middle of the road
By Lake Herman in Vallejo, 20 miles north-east of San Francisco
David Faraday & Betty Lou Jenson, shot close-range with a pistol
Amidst this ridicule, there was little evidence around to scour
Yet some saw a mysterious man driving around for about an hour.

II.

July, 1969; Darlene Ferrin & Michael Mageau stopped in their car
Their last sight was a flashlight accompanied by shots from afar
Darlene died instantly, but Michael lived to tell the night’s tale
And who he saw; a pudgy man, 5’8, 25 - 30 years, a white male
Who left calmly, climbing into his vehicle, he started the engine
This detached behavior began his relentless pursuit of recognition
Taunting Vallejo authorities with calls & letters, almost unusually
A call came just minutes after the Ferrin & Mageau shooting spree:

“I wish to report a double murder. If you will go one mile east on Columbus Parkway to a public park, you will find the kids in a brown car. They have been shot by a nine-millimeter Luger. I also killed those kids last year. Goodbye.”

Police then traced the number, they couldn’t believe the location
It came via payphone at the corner of the Vallejo police station
A passer-by picked up the ringing phone, it might all sound odd
He saw a pudgy man drop the phone & drive off in a brown car.

III.

The newspapers received three letters, each with 1/3 of a code
If solved, it could identify the killer who wrote them the note
The many stamps on the envelopes held the encryption method
Baffling police; it would take a high school teacher to detect it
Working with his wife at home, a break from teaching lessons
They saw a pattern, broke the code, revealing the eerie message:

I like to kill people because it is so much fun. It is more fun than killing wild game in the forest, because man is the most dangeroue anamal of all. To kill something gives me the most thrilling experience. It is even better than sex. The best part will be when I die. I will be reborn in Paradice, and then all I have killed will become my slaves. I will not give you my name because you will try to slow or stop my collecting of slaves for my afterlife.

All letters contained a Zodiac sign, surely with concentration
It’s a celestial belt in space that encompasses 13 constellations
2 months later, September, 1969; the fake leads had grown tall
When the Napa Police Department received a strange phone call:

“I want to report a murder -- no, a double murder. They are two miles north of Park Headquarters. They were in a white Volkswagen Kharmann Ghia.”

IV.

The operator on the line asked for the location of the witness
But to her surprise, the voice replied, “I’m the one that did it”
The police arrived to discover what they had indeed expected
Two bloodied victims; Bryan Harrnell and Cecilia Shepherd
Cecilia died from stab wounds, yet Bryan survived the attack
Describing a “pudgy man with a big hood and clip-on glasses”
The hood fell to the man’s waste; on it was the Zodiac symbol
Police found the sign carved in Cecilia’s chest, and both nipples.

V.

October 11, 1969: Paul Stine, a cab driver, was found dead
Slumped over in his seat, a single gun shot wound to the head
A witness said that he saw a black man, as he sprinted away
Two police men were at the scene seconds later to give chase
They asked a pudgy man, who said the criminal ran up the street
They followed the lead, but it was misinformation they received
They headed back, yet the pudgy man was nowhere to be seen
The next note from Zodiac proved that they had been deceived
The police, having trouble matching evidence in their database
With only partial palm and fingerprints, nothing to have a case
The calls and letters would indicate a man of low intelligence
Yet some believe his I.Q. was higher than most expected it.

VI.

Schoolchildren make good targets. I think I shall wipe out a school bus one morning some time. Just shoot out the tyres, then pick off the kiddies as they come bouncing out.

October, 1969; police received this disturbing note from Zodiac
With many bloody fragments of Paul Stine’s clothes attached
Fortunately it was never carried out; he wanted to be a star, so
Zodiac phoned police to get air time on the Jim Dunbar show
7:41 the next day, Zodiac talked live with lawyer Melvin Belli
The Oakland police tapped the lines, of course they were ready
Yet during the show, they struggled pinpointing his placement
Zodiac would hang up & call back from 15 different locations
In November, when it was clear the police were a bit unfocused
The San Francisco Chronicle received a note with extra postage:

This is the Zodiac speaking I though you would need a good laugh before you get the bad news you won't get the news for a while yet PS could you print this new cipher on your frunt page? I get awfully lonely when I am ignored, so lonely I could do my Thing!!!!!!

Then in December 1969, with the elusive killer still at large
Attorney Melvin Belli received this unusual Christmas card…

This is the Zodiac speaking I wish you a happy Christmass. The one thing I ask of you is this, please help me. I cannot reach out because of this thing in me won't let me. I am finding it extreamly dificult to keep in check I am afraid I will loose control again and take my nineth + posibly tenth victom. Please help me I am drownding...

VII.

From ’70 to ‘74, 10 notes were sent, proving words are weapons
The Zodiac indicated his body count had risen to thirty seven
Zodiac – 37, SFPD – 0, the note read; fear had struck again
Then the letters abruptly stopped, the terror had come to an end
That is until 16 years later, leaving authorities confused more
When the New York Post got a letter postmarked in New York
It described the four recent unsolved murders as good as gold
Supplying graphic detail only the true killer could have known
It should have shown police clues intertwined from the last line
The letter ended with the chilling words; NYPD – 0, Zodiac – 9.

……

The Zodiac killer claimed he chose his victims by their astrological signs.

Nobody knows if the Zodiac is still alive. The original investigators have all retired.

"Everyone remembers the Zodiac," says Mike Rustigan, a San Francisco State University criminology professor. "He was the embryonic precursor of what was to come, from Son of Sam and Ted Bundy to the Night Stalker. Until Zodiac, most victims knew their killers. But he made people ask, 'Why would someone systematically kill strangers, people he didn't even know?' That was the question that kept people awake at night. It still does."
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"Ameliorate" (2003)

19 and seen as a vet, my verbal wisdom is heaven sent
each line is a met-a-five projected from my 7th sense
so what I suggest would seem bleek, after I make ya fluids leak
Im that part of ya brain that makes you think your unique
so that should tell you something, if you look into it deep
150 feet under the sea, I've trained to battle wherever we meet


It was all dream, that's what Hip-Hop was to me//
like love for free, I wanted to be an mc so desperately//
that it was stressin' me, the very thought had me so shook//
not knowing what was in store, until I grabbed a notebook//
I started to write, & created an image that I was not like//
too cold to talk nice, my own words were given frost bite//
I was writing raps, filled with the content of knives & gats//
what kind of life is that? not mine, I was blind to the facts//
I had to be reminded at last, that my brain could open passed...//
all the petty bullsh!t fast, or therfore my hopes would be dashed//
in school I was out-classed, but no one tests when I rapped//
it's like I found my track, and I had the rest of yall lapped//
yet for the longest while, I was struggling to find my style//
commercial rappers never influenced, my creativity was in denial//
but every night I'd write, my thoughts on page after page n'...//
'till success was in-sight...yet never once stoppin' my trainin'//
this euphoria had me fadin', thinkin' everything I wrote was nice//
but this came with a great price, and the bill was my social life//
but I was more than enlightened, in fact I broke that very light//
I could drown out anybody, human-being cut throat is a scary sight//
just try to understand, my goals for this art were planned//
up from the depths, yet underground...I musta started in Japan//
thats kinda outta hand, I know, but too much talk will abuse it//
living through music, old-news is saying fuck constant improvement//
nowadays train of thoughts ruined, if u dont have thoughts to train//
ignorence has never swayed, so a cold-shoulder is kinda hot in a way//
I control the lever to ya brain, Im a veteran in this game//
do a number on me and get ate, like the letters in my name//
and if its all the same anyway, then any advice is lame//
I came to shake things up, consider this the dice in the game//
kinda insane, isn't it messed?, improvement saves the weakest rep//
so yall look forward to ya future, cuz I aint even peeked yet//


19 and seen as a vet, my verbal wisdom is heaven sent
each line is a met-a-five projected from my 7th sense
so what I suggest would seem bleek, after I make ya fluids leak
Im that part of ya brain that makes you think your unique
so that should tell you something, if you look into it deep
150 feet under the sea, I've trained to battle wherever we meet


and on a final note...


if yall act numb to a joke, I'll stick ya tongue down ya throat//
cuz typin' on the I-Net AINT-SAYING-MUCH...guess yall DUMB-AS-A-POST!//

im ghost...


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"The Multiverse" (2003)

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Im the Universe, so I affect everything within the atmosphere//
usin military tactics here to completely destroy ya rap career//
you react from sheer fear when cancerous traits are near//
I spit sick beware, even your reflection see's a fake in mirror//
so be prepared, cuz the truth is suntin' u may not like to hear//
especially after u put behind a wheel after I spiked ya beer//
and ya sights impaired, you go blind when the lights blared//
20/20 vision turn into a permanent picture of the nights air//
I dont fight fair, im swingin' punches 'till my rights tear//
now your paralyzed like your hair, and thats even despite care//
and I'll happily share my knife, cuz its got plenty of points//
so take its advice, or knuckle up and I'll empty ya joints//
that sh!t deployed couldn't make sense with seventy coins//
it's a twisted joy, it seems u spittin' to a heavenly voice//
a deadly choice to make, cause im verbally ready to destroy//
while u continue to seem fake...just another celebrity ploy//

so you'd better enjoy rap, if you plannin' to employ that//
you spoiled brat, your a$$ keeps droppin' that soiled crap//
...... and it's all my sh!t, so I want my toilet back//
ya plan get foiled packed, show me where the termoyle's at//
so I can join and snap too, constantly reacting crude//
...to ration food, basically just doin' what Iraq do//
I'll smack you wit my fist, and punch you wit my open hand//
Im nasty as sh!t, my power leads to another broken man//
its past being a risk, you spittin' jokes that I cant stand//
so after seeing the fifth, all u can hope for is a cat skan//
now your whack plan has got you livin' in traction//
all because you had a seatbelt that you didn't fasten//
now right before ya eyes, you see ya life passin'//
maybe next time you'll think twice, & take the right action//
what a sight to imagine, your whack carcass insults the hearse//
so despite ya battlin' tactics, u on ya back with thoughts to burn//
too bad you didnt stop to learn, too bad u didnt assault me first//
now you just another victim...

this is the Multiverse...



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"T.H.I.N.K" (2003)

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we as a species are so complex, we all mentally cross paths//
and in some functions, subliminally effect every thought we have//
but it's by our very own free-will, that we are allowed to change//
therfore a border remains, until we activate the full power of the brain//
their are those who are insane, but who can deny the possible genius?//
thought process is pre-determined in the months inside, as a fetus//
food for thought no longer feeds us, it seems what we have is wastin'//
the brain is capable of anything, thats why we have imagination//
it's just our minds placement that stops us from reaching these goals//
so in reality no one speaks their mind, they just speak what they're told//
exchanging heat for the cold, is constantly trying to change the future//
technologies advances are bold, but our brains the master computer//
and we are all hooked users, in a time warp of past and present//
thats why we have dreams that seem forever, but really only last a second//
if we mentally attack with pressure, we can become proceedly clever//
there's no reason why we cant see ahead, afterall, we can remember//
make changes with a better ploy, and plan the rest to be forgot//
cuz the word "impossible" becomes void, if we can manifest thought//
every transparent idea stopped, and then we can see this through//
cause we'll open our brains lock, and make our dreams come true//
but would we have a clue what to do?..this wouldn't free the people//
cause we're all human, so face it, all we would release is evil//
everyone would be deceitful, and its not the time to trust the crazy//
...or is it?, mass paranoia is the mind suffocating//
in need of air, ironic, look at all the errors it now contains//
all creativity is taken and flushed away, another decade down the drain//
we are all slaves, we know it, everyone of us is told the same//
cuz presently the mind has a hold of us, but we need to control our brains//
I look forward to the day, when we will regain our voice//
but as of right now, it's sad, we are all slaves by choice//
cause with power we destroy, and so the question of life got heavy//
we're holding ourselves back in reality, we're simply not ready//
or maybe not willing, but their isn't a fault we wouldn't correct//
now imagine the thoughts we would manifest if we couldn't forget//
this after all, has the strength and power that preludes all//
cuz without it, we wouldn't possess the mentality to move on//
and stay strong, cuz at any instant the brain can fully activate//
causing a dominoe effect, therefore there's no coincidences, only fate//
if we could stay at this rate, we could recognize the real from ugly//
cause in every single human is a mind-state that could fill a country//
and mentality is so delicate, but strokes of genius happen alot//
its just we're not always listening, it gets disregarded as a passing thought//
therfore rarely caught, and our time here is for more than seeking advice//
the only question we cant even fathom, is the meaning of life//
weak answers won't suffice, so here's somethin to think about in ya head//
the very second you figure it out...

cancer..heart attack..car wreck..

your dead...

.................................................. ...........................................

T.h.i.n.k. about it...


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"The Final Solution" (2003)

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so many questions on my mind, im constantly tryin' to lift-the-weight//
like people with various eye colours, do we see the world in a different-way?//
even if we do, how would we know?...we aint really reflective//
green could be red, but described as yellow...its all in perspective//
various lessons taught to children, mothers must be bold-right?//
they carry kids for 9 months, but men do it their whole-life//
all day and all night....not many can see-this-through//
are we actually chosing are children wen we fail to reproduce?//
its hard to see the clues, especially since we're suppose-to-blink//
we were all given genes, but what affects how we chose-to-think?//
on the brink of insanity, cause our lifelines in our veins//
and what would we actually accomplish if we used 100% of our brains?//
could we levitate?, perhaps move objects without-touch?//
we want education on other subjects, but know absolutely sh!t about-us//
where do we get our ideas?, what is considered "creative"?//
suntin' universal had to create-us, cuz the same tissue is what we're made-of//
why are people different shades though?, god, why do we pray-to-you?//
do we reincarnate until we live right, or is it just deja-vu?//
so many of us need-proof, cuz so many of us were slaves-since-birth//
life on other planets?, what if we were the ones that invaded-the-earth//
sh!t gets on my nerves, especially wen it seems e'rythings in-a-crawl//
cuz if people have-nothing, do they realy have anything-at-all?//
it's this medical-slander, thats got people stressin' with cancer//
mentally or physically ill?..why does every question need an answer?//
when no one has em in life, so why do we lie down at night?//
I guess these questions are for "him" to know & us to find-out...right?//
cuz being labelled a type, is to wait for disaster-to-strike//
but how can their be life-after-death wen death IS the after-life?//

are eternal purpose is god-learning, but the devil might-burn-em///
so if god fail at his task, does the anti-christ become life's-serum?//
im quite-certain..cuz D-Day will ride-in on a wave of tidal-pollution//
to wipe us all out, maybe that in fact, is the Final-Solution//


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"U-N-I-Verse The World" (2003)

.................................................. .......................................

its easier to take ya life, but i know you dont want-to//
cause u gotta son, and the memory of the father haunts-you//
taunts you, thats why you have trouble trustin' males//
and why u were on-the-corner, husslin' for some-sales//
on a path destined to fail, just tryin' to pass-the-time//
clothes dirty, people thinkin' u nuthin' cause u lack-design//
stashing-dymes, hoping you can sell-em to feed ya baby//
hoping to put him on the right-path, but god-damn these streets-is-crazy//
even the government thinkin' u lazy, cuz u need the help of welfare//
but it aint even enuff money to eat, its just used up on medical-care//
life doesn't seem fair, does it? wen u cant even make a budget//
under the guns-muzzle, just tryin not to show ya son-struggle//
cause you love em, but you need a husband not to show-fear//
so u can stop working dead-end jobs that are taking you nowhere//
sh!ts so weird, theres so many people filthy rich, but aint-dirty//
it's really the poor families in dirt, who are working late and hurting//
but you've gotten through the pain, making sure that ya son was-raised//
yet you still havn't grown-up ya'self...so every night he prays//
utterly hopin' in-fact, that his mom would clean-up her-act//
but gets ignored in favour of crack, all he see's is her-back//
there's no reason for that, but all that matters to her is short-term//
the roles are reversed, now the son has to support-her//
even though he cant afford to, & his adolescense aint done-yet//
he realizes his mom used to look out the window at the son-set//
she definitely a stubborn-bytch, cuz drugs was makin' her lovin-it//
now the son supports the habit wit "free-money" from the government//
even though he wants none-of-it, he doesn't have-a-choice//
cuz his environment tells society that he doesn't have-a-voice//
and he's still just a boy, but is forever forced to be a man//
no surprise...he's known this since birth after his father ran//
not having a plan, confused, kinda like tryin' to read-a-stutter//
comes home everyday, and almost forced to spoon-feed his mother//
but he reads and grows smarter, his own expectations are raisin'//
so he doesn't fukk with drugs, he uses music instead of fadin'//
and its amazing, all of a sudden his whole point-of-view is changing//
even though he didnt wanna trade-em, but in reality, Hip-Hop saved-em//
and even paved the way for his future, fukk if he was a late-bloomer//
cause he's a man now, and his mom's even a straight-shooter//
no longer a cocaine-user, no longer as light as a feather//
it seems they're gonna make it, they've got their life together//
its a beautiful thing, mom, we've been through thick-and-thin too//
but i havn't felt this safe since i was a kid within' you//
so I thank-you, for all of life's lessons and giving me life//
cause now i realize the struggle was your way of giving-advice//
you were always right, so in the end, it was worth-it-gurl//
so take comfort in my name...its U-N-I verse the world......



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"Text Message" (2006)

......

If you’re allowed a breath once I decide to drown the rest
I’ll take your two pounds of flesh, and newfound respect
So don’t test the literature of those yet to give the terms
I’m going to forge my legacy, now check the signature
A seasoned vet leaving threats, my text severs every word
He talks crap then falls back, like September twenty third
Many learn they can’t earn in corrupt laundering networks
So cut a lawn during winter, and cut your losses it’s quicker
Talk and deliver, odd to consider you begging to get richer
But crash n’ burning as if bootlegging the best picture
Repeat offender; my car needs a minor service check
I’m a nervous wreck like a teen with no driver’s permit yet
I find your top ten; murder the best then hurdle the rest
Cuz I’m skipped over like choruses when no verses are left
A serum injects a harsh truth from me, one more time
Those that undermine my skill level are usually under mine
Now rappers tracking your spit when you laugh at their diss
Stuck up assholes after your shit like probes in catheter kits
Most battlers forfeit; one try and God smotes them
Fights atop pulpits is living proof, unlike DeShaun Holton
The gun’s smokin’; panic stricken you ran and ditched it
Yet dumb enough to leave fresh prints like Janet Whitten
Thus land in prison; but life’s a gamble that’s next to none
And I’m a high roller like smokers on their second blunt
Your text is done; saving up for another labored run
Cutting coroners like a slick scalpel blade with blood
If pain is love, then I guess its obvious bliss is hate
My God if this is the case, I’m the opposite of fate
The depth is bottomless to date, if I stay a bit lucid
Then I drink fluids to influence the way I think, stupid
You kids all talk, useless slang has since gone wrong
‘Lick off shots’? I think liquor on bitches with hot bods
Enemies are lethal as factions, so I get even and stab them
They each get stuck in the temple like Caesar’s assassins
To see their reactions, I’m broadcasting like lesbian flicks
Bitch craves a dick? Take the liberty like dictatorships
Fuck this grade four shit, it works into diction rarely
And I’m always lookin’ forwards like searching a dictionary
Found panspermia; the seeds hailing from space if birthed
Alienate the Earth like hunger surpassed the invasion first
Engrave my name in dirt; this message is not a death wish
So when I’m in my grave, all signs say, This Is Not an Exit.
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"Creature of Habit" (2007)

“The best way to break a bad habit is to drop it.” - Leo Aikman

......

Eager to be free of this mess; I have to go settle down
Either conceded or depressed, I have no middle ground
So I won’t stick around; your simple styles too tedious
And you an idiot if your lips move while you reading this
Few IQ’s are genius; now y’all broke in pieces
Cuz like a weak goalie, you count on post in-creases
Stuck alone on weekends, happy you found threads
But I don’t plug my own shit, because rap is my outlet
Y’all addicts… high in houses; not allowed to move
Room to improve? I’m definite, like a sound proof booth
Few manage to take a look, but the glance of a hater could…
Canvass your neighborhood like an amateur painter would
Barricaded in usually, I’ll take statements congruently
Enter a gated community and interrogate with immunity
Stare at this face of youth and see… y’all aging vets
But if you OG’s, it just means you don’t pay your debts
Save your breath and alibis, acting all gangster’s tired
The last time you jacked a car was to change your tire
Y’all fake suppliers, pushin bags of lawns you snipped
With outstanding warrants you took as a compliment
Problem is, your definition of what drama means…
Is probably being caught at sea without Dramamine
Not to freak out an enemy, but if we ever come to blows (no homo)
I’ll make certain his-panic shows like its Telemundo
Letters I wrote, I found they too cunning for imbeciles
I just patented every vowel, now say something original
Stuntin’ for videos? “Individuals” could’ve earned more
But what do they rock in-da-vid? … Jewels; I’m floored :rolleyes:
Your crew is dirt poor; you don’t show for their wealth
You Lloyd in Dumb & Dumber, only chauffeur yourself
I go back and forth, should I pass the torch or light it?
Relaxed before I write, once I act, I’m tortured by it
Short of violence, simple minds can’t learn rap’s terms
Here’s the secret, make a witty line and work backwards
It’s absurd, and I admit… I’m amateur compared to you
But think it through kids; I am mature compared to you
If you inspired others views, you can spin it many ways
But don’t brag, its better silent cuz they think it anyway
Like the cold war deterrent; yet anagrams explain better
Rearrange the letters; you’ll get the world trade center
Mark my words; failing grades still got me passed you
Yeah, my writing is taut… but this is not a classroom
Had to murder ya squad, then you changed your handle
Now I get verbal onslaughts like angry gamblers
C’mon, gather-your-thoughts like female Neanderthals
Who contrary to popular opinion, were actually blond
Facts can seem odd; the Bible’s a testament to it
But if I’m not the best at this, I’m the top impressionist
Thus under the impression, there’s no locks to reopen
Cuz the chains of habit aren’t noticed…

Until too strong to be broken.
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