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MC Poetic Tendency
MC Poetic Tendency
Johan Kablonca Productions
DJ JJBMarley
Jonathan J. Benson
The Man
A tangle of philosophic formulae
The phenomena of life
Uncompromising consciences
Crying destruction
Switching stances
From judge to companion
Appealing to righteousness
Tortured by doubt
Unconventional habits
Unprophetic conduct
Social outsider
The final storm
Clouds of disapproval
Stimulation of cultivated acquaintances
Outcasts with the clash of wits
Conception of the mission
Solemn thoughts of a glorious existence
The spirits of men
Intervening with the rights of others
Dead to decency and idealism
Smugly complacent members of society
The implication is plain
Laughin’ in the sunshine
Singin’ out of tune
Painfully careful
Strivin’ to leave the world a little more cheerful
As you pass on through
Tremendously sure
Proclaiming life the gift is to be enjoyed
Sublime disregard of criticism
Never explaining
Never reacting
Never apologizing
Just simply trodden on through
Pomp and circumstances meaning nothing
Trusting implicity
With time to be kind
Kindly indulgent
Hold your head high
Lords of the universe
Nobly thinking
Utopia
I know that ya know me
But ya dis me,
Ya dismiss me
And now that ya see me
Ya want everything to do with me.
But can't ya see,
You're just a shallow tease,
You don't love me for who I am
You're consumed by the fast cash and looks
And neglect to see that my head's in the books,
Ya dwell upon me
And overlook what my soul has to offer
All you're concerned with is the shallow,
Meaningless,
Physical attributes
Of an economic status,
I hope you’re happy in your big house,
Drivin' luxury cars
And playin' guitars
But to sit back,
Relax,
And indulge in conversations of whit,
Is truly legit.
The true riches lie within' the person.
I know that ya know me
But ya dis me,
Ya dismiss me
But I keep everything locked up
And won't talk
And I just might walk,
I said walk away
‘Cuz I don't wanna stay
When ya treat me this way
Lookin' back only brings heartache and pain,
So keep your eyes in the sky
And I know that sometimes ya wanna die
I don't know why ya can't reply,
Ya make me wanna cry,
When ya won't comply,
Ya mean everything to me
So why can't ya see
What ya mean to me,
I'm beggin' ya please
Don't be a tease.
Just talk to me and you'll see
Express to me your conjugated dictations
Construed in your soul without limitations,
Don't buy into classifications,
Just evaluate the situations
And live life in clarification.
I know that ya know me
But ya dis me,
Ya dismiss me,
Ya visualized thoughts that should be legalized,
But ya soon become ostracized
Now you're caught in your fantasized state of consciousness
And your moral essence lessons into hopelessness
And the reality at hand has a demand
That you can't command
I see the pain in your eyes
And no one can demise a solution to the pollution
That the institution initiates
And you compromise
And scorn the deities construed in your very own mind state
So don't make mistakes
Termination of rank and status
And integration of cultural relativity and reciprocity
Without allocation of power
Will defeat manifest destiny
Don't be a social Darwinist
Get specialized
And realize that new adapted styles
Should be individualized and diversified
Steer clear of impenetrable domination of organizational assimilation
Integration of cultural diffusion
Will unite a consistent,
Positive,
Progression of self-determination
The up-rooting of intense competition
And possession of material goods
Can drastically re-socialize
And culturalize
The greater existence
That we all mystify
And clarify as Utopia.
Laura
Said I could tell you stories,
And you could tell me stories too.
I still think of you.
I’m not so good with expressin’ myself.
I don’t know what to say or even what to do.
I went about things all wrong and I screwed up with chu.
But I do know this,
I miss you.
Said I miss you.
Said I can’t put it all into words,
I miss your walk,
Your sweet smile,
And your evervesant touch too.
But most of all,
I’m glad I got to know you.
I’ll always remember you.
Remember you.
The good girls are few and far between.
So thanks darlin’ for the memories.
I’ll cherish them always and forever.
Said, said I remember when we used to sit together,
And gaze at the stars.
Girl you truly made me see stars.
Looking straight into the dark abyss in the sky
And then in your eyes.
Ya don’t know a good thing until you loose it.
I’m not playin’ with you,
And I’m not sayin’ anything to you to make you feel sorry for me.
What I want to say from the bottom of my heart,
And give credit to where credit is due.
Now when I’m feelin’ blue,
I got my sweet, sweet memories of you.
Life’s got many roads in which we take.
Some good,
Some bad,
But the one I took with you,
I look back on with a smile,
It’s a shame that it led into a dead end.
But I love you.
And take it for what it is.
I’ll remember you.
Teary Eyed Sky
It’s a teary eyed sky
Mellow and calm these days
And in the evenings, too
Walkin’ thru this life
Is like trodden the eye of a needle
Make sure you slip straight into the eye of the abyss
Bein’ the master of your destiny
I and I can come true for you
I can be true to you
Livin’ it up in an altitude with an attitude
Not to pollute but to give back to the glorious high
Flyin’ high in the sky
Without a pain to stain my soul
The goal is to be kind
So remind yourself
In your meditations with any kind of situation
Tranquil thoughts is what should be sought
So don’t get caught
And remember it’s not
Always gonna be the way you fathom
So ponder and wonder and listen to the thunder
And you’ll see miraculous things with wings
Soaring above the clouds
Forgetting sorrows of a teary eyed sky
Driftin’ and liftin’ your mind to new times
With rhymes that are kind to the mind
Mellow and calm these days
Forgetting sorrows of a teary eyed sky
It’s a teary eyed sky
Mi Talk To You Slow
Ah bah and mi talk to you slow.
A little ratha bit differentiates the soul with a goal.
Who’s got their….
Who’s got their eyes on the prize.
An anomaly could exist that could switch your stance,
So take another glance.
And realize that adaptive styles scurd the aristocracy
To a flow of rhythmatic inconsistencies in need.
The structure of a monetary float currency
Coincides with the notion of faith.
You believin’ in dreams
Not construed in your own individual soul.
Ah bah and mi talk to you slow.
Remembering the times
Of an old universal rhythmatic pattern
Of the cosmological concept construed in your mind of a time.
Of a time long ago.
A universal bliss
That’s missed ‘cuz I’ve split.
Watch the bend of the mind of the time.
An anomaly could exist that could switch your stance,
So take another glance.
And realize that adaptive styles that are diversified from the norm
Cause root to miscalculate the conceptions of the delusional state,
That is represented as the standard deviation of the mean,
Brought to you straight from those that control you
And dictate societal restraints
And place you in a matrix of conformity
Complexity is the key,
So fathom a universal separation of the mind and body,
And realize the concepts of quantum physics,
And you'll see the boundless reality of your very own mind
And then maybe you can see that it's just a design
Ah bah and mi talk to you slow.
An anomaly could exist that could switch your stance,
So take another glance.
And realize that styles that take a chance
Lie within the space time continuum
And that you’ll remember ‘em.
Ah bah and mi talk to you slow.
Do Ya Know Who Ya Are?
Do ya know who ya are?
Are you a lost soul
With no direction
Or connection
To the misinterpretation
Of this shit called humanity.
I know you're livin' in vanity.
Spare your hypocrisy
Fuck bureaucracy.
You can stick your fake innuendoes
And slick conversations of whit
And just be legit.
Down with the hierarchy
And more power to anarchy.
Do ya know who ya are?
Are you a psycho-semantic,
With no antics,
Because you’re a manic?
But hey, you didn't plan it,
Damn it.
Just sit back and relax,
And take your medication,
Into a severe case of sedation.
Do ya know who ya are?
Ya cheat on your taxes.
The Earth is movin' off it's axis.
Ya got people gettin’ into their cars,
After partin' in the bars.
Ya 'bouts to have a sexual encounter,
So go have another beer at the counter.
Do ya know who ya are?
Are ya happy with who ya are?
Are ya content with the situation,
Of the nation on the implication
Of taking your liberties and giving limitation
It’s perpetuation of discrimination and intimidation
It’s not in your imagination
While you listen to the station,
It’s their persuasion of the application of dictation
While they destroy our nation and this great democratization.
So you better wake up out of your sedation.
Do ya know who ya are?
A Sly Rebuttal
How about an educated approach
Of a sly rebuttal to the ignorant
Who seem to conceive that they command this language
When they can’t even make sense of the structure
Of the pretense in my tense
Don’t you jest yet
‘Cuz I’m gonna slap you around another round
You can’t understand my dialect of the vernacular
So accept your fate and don’t make another mistake
I’m gonna slap your rap right off the map
You unintelligible fool who never paid attention in school
You’re about to learn the complicacies with these
You truly sound absurd so listen to my word
Don’ t bite off more than you can chew
‘Cuz my words will terrorize you
I’m tired of listenin’ to you
So here’s a new view
That you can’t reciprocate
What I fabricate
‘Cuz I articulate as I communicate
And I complicate as I conjugate and conversate
I’ll show you how to command as I reprimand
You should quit twit ‘cuz my wit is quick and slick
How about another mouth full
I’ll shovel it full
I’ll confuse you and loose you
And my language will abuse you
I’ll flip a script and put you in a crypt
I’m speaking and seeking to destroy what you deploy
You won’t be able to defend ‘cuz you can’t contend
Stop trying to utter your useless jargon
Because you don’t possess anything far within
Shut your pie hole and behold
It’s finally time for a new season
Where the flow of rhyme possesses reason
The Battle
Watch your back as I strike back
‘Cuz I got tendencies to cause casualties
Think twice ‘cuz I’ll make you pay the price
I’ll smack you around in every round
Put your gat back in your drawers
‘Cuz I battle with the cords of rhyme this time
True masters of lyrics don’t fear it
We use the Shaolin techniques applied to the vernacular
To utter what’s spectacular
We battle with honor as the samurai
It’s just you and I
Watch my lyrical ninjitsu
As I destroy you
I’ll box you like a southpaw
And give you a left and a right you never saw
Amazed in all the awe I saw your jaw
And knocked you out of our bout
Don’t doubt what I’m about
I got strategies of poetic tendencies lyrically in my dialect
That you can’t detect
‘Cuz I complex as I vex
Think twice in this trice ‘cuz you’ll pay the price
I can suffice in this fight
And knock you out of sight
In The Valley
In the Valley of the Shadow of Death
Op there goes gravity and oh the calamity
Beelzebub singin’ the reggae dub
On the way to the Celestial City
Experiencing misery
Wishin’ for a decision
To clearly see my destination
But dealin’ with misinterpretation
Screamin’ and howlin’
‘Cause I’m believin’
Beelzebub is prowlin’
Encounterin’ insanity
But convincin’ myself
To past the point of no return
Tryin’ not to get burned
Seeing depression hoverin’
Miserably beggin’
Trying to be escapin’
But pushin’ on through
Seein’ the prize in my eyes
Realizin’ that I’m a step ahead of the reggae beat
And this you can’t beat
So ya betta sit back, relax and watch me step off
‘Cause the pathway is narrow
And there’s no time for sorrow
Don’t matter if ya blind to the time
All ya gotta do is step to the rhyme
And you’ll see its time
To step ahead of the reggae beat
While Beelzebub is singin’ the reggae dub
Watchin’ the fusion of the confusion
And seein’ that you shouldn’t be misbelievin’
Because the pathway is dark
So don’t miss the mark
Listen to the mission
And you’ll see I’m convincin’
And maybe you’ll be steppin’
To a whole new realm
Where the rhythm of the funk lays the tracks to the beat
While Beelzebub is singin’ the reggae dub
Cursed
Cursed to traverse this Earth
While vexed in this complex effect
It’s a hex that affects your cerebral cortex
Within the purls and perils of this life friends don’t suffice
It doesn’t matter if there’s danger
‘Cuz most of your friends just become another stranger
Left to walk alone
You got to make it on your own
You’re responsible for everything that seems
To achieve your dreams
Cursed to traverse this Earth
While vexed in this complex effect
It’s a hex that affects your cerebral cortex
Happiness abides on the inside
It’s hard to find ‘cuz it hides from your mind
It’s an internal asset not an external facet
It’s a prison to your vision ‘cuz it’s hard to envision
It’s hard to hear clear ‘cuz it will veer from your ear
But steer near to your fear
‘Cuz it’s a mere emotion caught in the commotion of the motion
Have the gall to stand tall ‘cuz it’ll call
Cursed to traverse this Earth
While vexed in this complex effect
It’s a hex that affects your cerebral cortex
The Calling
I am MC Poetic Tendency
The Scottish Bastard
I got a wicked lingo that you can’t fuckin’ follow
I got a dialect you can’t swallow
But I can flow like you
‘Cuz I grew up like you
I’m a North Side loco
Y tambien yo hablo
Para yo soy un vato
Del norte lado
I don’t speak like you
But I can bust a flow better than you
So bite your tongue son
‘Cuz I’ll show you how it’s done
I’ve just begun
So listen to how it’s sung:
My rhymes aren’t hollow
The meanings aren’t shallow
I got a wicked lingo that you can’t fuckin’ follow
I got a dialect you can’t swallow
I creep in the shadows
To deliver my blows
I’ll show you how to avow
It’s definitely time now
The fact of the reason is seeing the connotation
And heeding the denotation
I got a divine notation
In my annotation
I deliver verbal animation
I put my notion
Into motion
With my emotion
And create commotion
I got a wicked lingo that you can’t fuckin’ follow
I got a dialect you can’t swallow
Watch my rhymes dive
Into jive
‘Cuz I know how to survive
And stay alive
I know how to place
In every case
With every chase
‘Cuz I’m not afraid to face
I got a wicked lingo that you can’t fuckin’ follow
‘ Cuz I got a dialect you can’t swallow
Boarder Rhymes
It’s time for danger
And there’s nothing stranger
To see you run in the face of danger
Even though things are a mess
You should stand and address
And confess your stress
It’s time to ride the wave
Switch stance and be brave
Don’t hide by the side
Let the board collide
Ride high with your stance
With every chance
Be the cat that rolled a fat blunt and performed a stunt
Just be sure not to biff when you hit that spliff
I love to face danger
It’s no stranger
I ride high in the face of danger
Boarder rhymes to the times
Goofy stance to the switch foot
Just put the other foot
Watch the glide of the ride
Carving the edge
And living on the edge
It’s time for danger
Don’t be a stranger
And face the danger
420
As I woke up in a daze,
I grabbed a big fat spliff and put myself in a haze.
It's the 420.
420
24 - 7
I got a big-o-bag of weed,
I got a big-o-bag of weed.
I got the stank dank nuggets on a stem,
Mean-green, purple-red haired, in-door hydro in a big fat sack.
Take me away,
From all this dismay.
My mission is to smoke the hand rolled spliffs and herb packed chillums
To send THC to my body’s hilums.
It aids my meditations on my situations.
Hazin' through the day
Is the way to stay.
Danktification
Is the only classification.
Swagitus Maximus has got to go.
Let the smoke of the kind bud flow.
The body is a temple
So don't make it simple.
It's the 420.
420
24 – 7
As I dripped the syrup on the wrap,
I can hear my soul clap.
It's the 420.
420
24 - 7
I got a big ole blunt,
I got a big ole blunt.
I got the stank dank nuggets on a stem,
Mean-green, purple-red haired, in-door hydro in a big fat sack.
Take me away,
Hazin' through the day
Is the way to stay.
It's the 420.
In the mornin',
In the afternoon,
And in the evenin', too.
Don't matter if you’re feelin' blue
Or if you’ve lost your cool,
‘Cuz there's always stank dank nuggets on a stem,
Mean-green, purple-red haired, indoor hydro in a big fat sack.
Take me away,
‘Cuz I don’t want my dismay to stay.
Hazin' through the day
Is the way to stay,
‘Cuz it’ll make your day,
It’ll take the pressure and make it lesser.
Sedation is the station,
It's Danktification,
That's my classification.
It’s the 420
420
24 – 7
Orion, Sirius, Aries, And Then Your Iris
Gazin’ at the tres Marias of the Great Nebula in Orion,
Takin’ it serious and then lookin’ at Sirius,
Starin’ straight up at Aries and then straight into your iris.
Energetic and hype to the reason
Can cause cognitive dissonance
Between the distance of your stance
And glance,
So take another chance,
Because the reason might just be the season.
Seein’ rhymes in times,
And galactical patterns in cadence,
Just might blow your intelligence.
So stayin’ up with the times,
Is an analytical view of a one-dimensional compellation of lines
In a rift of a continuum.
And it’s what you make of um
And it’s
And it’s wha cha make of um.
Can you comprehend or fathom what’s on the horizon?
Imminently within reach but distant as the Sun.
Pay attention to the insight of the assessment of the accepted wisdom.
Heed what’s at hand from the agenda of some.
Tenderness and compassion is what people should yearn.
What’s your trivial concern?
Alter your ego to a subsequent way of thinking.
Sorrows will always keep you sinking.
Don’t let it pass you by
It happens in a twinkling of an eye
Rememberin’ things all have a price
But it’s what cha believin’ in the trice.
Gazin’ at the tres Marias of the Great Nebula in Orion,
Takin’ it serious and then lookin’ at Sirius,
Starin’ straight up at Aries and then straight into your iris.
Emotional patterns of an analog signal, while mixin’ lows and highs,
Often hearing sighs to goodbyes.
Always a minimum and maximum potential to be relational.
The serotonin levels of happiness in your mind,
Aren’t always so kind.
Livin’ in a digital and optical humanity
Pride in our own vanity
Situating your mind in a whirl.
Twisting in a swirl.
Oh so devious,
With a spin so expeditious,
That the drain of a sociological and psychological stand,
Can’t withstand.
Proving that it’s not self-sustaining,
Quit your complaining
Alter the catch-22.
The dilemma is you.
A binary solution to the problem is to equate medication to sedation.
It’s addiction,
To which all is fiction,
Misbelievin’ in cosmological realities.
What such fallacies.
Misconstruing the deities elaborated in the mind,
Realizin’ time isn’t so kind.
It’s the moment for reciprocity from the aristocracy.
Cultural relativity should be the precedent.
A distinctive archetype that’s relevant.
Instinct provides the necessary knowledge of findin’ the hidden treasure
Love life and take pleasure.
Worldly wandering
And wondering
Grinning is the beginning.
Realize the audacity,
And understand that wantin’ is an eternal paucity.
Measuring dimensional occurrences is chronological division,
Allocating designated periods of duration can blur your vision.
Be au fait with the datum.
Merely switch and fathom.
Gazin’ at the tres Marias of the Great Nebula in Orion,
Takin’ it serious and then lookin’ at Sirius,
Starin’ straight up at Aries and then straight into your iris.
I Say, You Say.
I say yes.
You say maybe.
What do you say?
Ya make me.
Ya break me.
Your illusions in your eyes,
No longer match those in the skies.
I’ve looked into your dilated state
And that you can't mistake,
I hope we still exist
When everything is blown to abyss.
Because I can't resist
The utopia where we coexist.
The illusional forces search for peace and sanctity
In this crazy insanity,
While our delusional materialistic habitations
Wallow with the police and assassinations.
Corruption runnin' rampid like acid
While you act placid.
Pollution to the poor of mind and body
As you sell your body,
Controlling you,
Owning you.
No different from before.
It’s quite an eye sore.
It's the same song but with another melody.
This isn’t harmony.
Captive is the state your in.
This is what we live in.
Times don't change when superiority is the authority,
Because that's not the majority.
And that's my story of you and me,
You see.
But I still believe
And won't leave.
I’ll hold fast to my P's and Q's.
Even if you do have these crazy views.
You can use me,
Abuse me,
Isolate me,
Captivate me,
And rule me
You can oppress me.
And depress me,
Or be open to a new realm state.
But you seem to not fathom and keep making the same mistake.
Or seem to ration the concept of equality,
Because your soul has no quality.
Love you’ll never find.
So you live in and behind
Those materialistic walls and bars that you have built yourself,
Because you’re not happy with yourself.
And to feel good about it
You don't talk about it,
And lock everyone out
But I can hear you shout.
You’re the one that’s inferior.
You claim your spiritual entourage is superior
Due to your advanced carnal essence
But fate has the last presence.
You slacked and didn't listen,
And now you see what you're missin'.
But that wasn't my mission.
I just want a decision
To see a vision
Of peace and serenity
For all humanity
One Love to this pollution
Is the solution.
A Twisted Pursuit
As I awoke in a twisted pursuit of entrepreneurage,
I thought it was a mirage.
As I hit the ground hard,
You showed me no regard,
To aid me in this reality,
To show me validity,
To live life in some kind of clarity.
What is this state of affairs that stares at me in my face
Because it’s not fair in any case.
Why do I have to live in this condition,
Where you hold the superior position?
All you care about is your selfish self,
And everyone else about them self.
It’s just me, myself, & I to survive and stay alive.
No one ever listens to anyone’s cries.
I wish someone was able to demise
A resolution to this contamination of pollution,
To explain the situation with a justifiable elucidation,
To formulize a plan to revamp and re-socialize.
Something to mesmerize everyone’s eyes.
As I awoke in a twisted pursuit of entrepreneurage,
Experiencing reality in a mirage,
Mystifying validity in a smoke filled cloud.
Screaming so loud,
To live life in clarity.
What is this reality?
We got to revolutionize the specification of this condition at hand.
It's time the people demand and rise up and command.
You come telling me everything got a price.
Why didn’t I get paid when you took my heart and took a slice?
This is just slavery to the hierarchal power of an economic class.
Holding fast to the mighty cash
As our styles clash.
There is no union of the population in any nation.
It’s hypocrisy and bureaucracy.
Greediness to this crazy mess is responsible for this selfishness.
Justice and peace don't exist because everyone is raising their fist.
Freedom is a farce in every case,
It’s such a disgrace.
It’s a travesty to this tragedy of humanity,
A mockery of autonomy of liberty and sovereignty.
It’s a charade of parity and impartiality,
A true ridiculous situation of inequality.
I see how you regulate and take from the middleman not the supreme man
And lock-up the poor man.
I see how you use me and abuse me.
But lets get digital and technical
And see which direction I’ll go to deliver my blow.
Our styles truly clash and there’s no amount of cash to save you
When I come to thrash you.
You better watch your back as I strike back.
Be wary of my line of attack
Because I won’t be indecisive to crack your back.
I won’t vacillate to facilitate my hate.
My commencement of hostilities is about to begin for all these inequalities.
Beware of my odious tactical strategies because my ploy is to destroy.
I will leave you in a state which is unable to resuscitate.
You won’t be able to escape as I retaliate all my hate,
Because I won't hesitate to reciprocate what I deem is fate.
Be rest assured I know how to play you
Because of my odium for you and my hatred for you.
As I awoke in a twisted pursuit of entrepreneurage.
I wished it was a mirage.
But as I became fully conscious,
I saw just how malicious this existence was in this presence.
I couldn’t escape to a different landscape,
And even if I could it would be the same lame game all over again.
It’s just a circle, which relates all the hate that I can’t escape.
So now I can relate and don’t contemplate to hate.
A Better Reality
I've been lyrically inclined to write about life
Because nothing else seems to suffice.
And no doubt about it,
As I complain about it,
It's all a mess,
This I confess.
In this great abyss, there's no certainty or clarity,
Just conformity to the majority.
And that's the story see.
It’s the life of you and me in this reality, you see.
No one bringing ideas of reciprocity.
This life is an atrocity.
Just greed.
It’s all about the undesired need.
You lost your honor long ago,
But your mistake was to forget about fate as being your foe.
Your true desire can be seen.
And now you're a shallow entrepreneur of the almighty green.
You're a lonely dishonest fool seeking the capitalistic motto,
Living it up and driving a European auto.
You're a disgrace to humanity,
Who forgets humility.
You’re an eye sore,
Where’s the door,
To get me out of this mess.
And then nevertheless,
You saw dollar signs to prescribe me medication,
To put me in sedation
Because I sound depressed.
But you don't understand that my heart is pressed,
Because I can see things could be,
Very different for you and me.
Reboot this system
To a stable kernel of another system.
I believe in another reality for you and me,
A different life is the way it should be,
Where the allocation of the resources
Isn’t swayed by the outside sources.
Because there is a better reality out there.
But I can see the glare in your eyes as you stare.
But beware
Because fate is aware.
Reality Trip
As I deviated to the mean square root,
To raise you to the second power
And then maybe I’ll take the cubed root
To get ya back to the basic,
To get ya back to the basic,
Mother fuckin’ root.
I lost you in a binary sequential beat pattern
Of a rhythmatic structure of an algorithmic arithmetic,
To prove the universal cosmological universe doesn’t exist.
It’s only in your head.
Take another design,
Because I don’t like to see what’s on my mind.
Base it back to this reality trip
Of this crazy abyss life.
Writing jurisdictions of the cosmological universe,
Compounded and deviated
To the mean square root of all this evilness.
It’s just a mess.
If ya took a mathematical approach
With your analytical, political, institutional,
Straight down to the beat of a sequential binary executable,
Then maybe you could see that the script should be flipped.
Flippin’ it back to this reality trip
To this crazy abyss life.
Change the script
And you’ll change this reality trip.
A Player’s Night
I used to roll by high in the North Side
Dealin’ to my friends to make some ends
Six lbs of the swiggity swag swill
Half an lb of the diggity dank that stank
A vile of the liquid cid
A quarter lb of shrooms to zoom
And a hundred X pills
All for dollar bills
My work for a week at my peak
And then time started to sneak
And the day came in this peak
When the Feds came to my crib
Players don’t fib
Wanted to know if I robbed the bank
My stomach felt rank
Said the crook shook
Through my place on a motorcycle
I felt a whirlwind-cycle on spin-cycle
‘Cuz I had a cycle
My brother said caution with the wind
‘Cuz they’ll know you by your cycle
It was like a vision
I had to listen
They searched my estate and found nothing to relate
But photographed my jacket I used to score shrooms the night before
See my friend spent 10 and told me a week before
They’ll know you by your bike
So that night
I resigned and never changed my mind
Forever will I remember
A player’s night
Sit Tight
Sit tight
‘Cuz my rhymes tight
I will be at the top in a blink of an eye
This you can’t deny
‘Cuz my style is versatile
You listen to my shit on the dial
And won’t quit ‘cuz the shit is legit
I’ll show I can battle for the flow
My words are the mop
To get you off the floor before I rise to the top
There’s nothin’ that can stop
The dancin’ on the floor
‘Cuz this shit’s never been played before
Sit tight
‘Cuz my rhymes tight
I used to get high just to get by
‘Cuz I had to say goodbye
Askin’ why and then left to cry
I used to pray for my mom to stay
But she left anyway
I wasn’t actin’ sane and I used it for the pain
Then I found I couldn’t explain
‘Cuz it left a stain on my brain
I used to get high just to get by
I drank to forget the mess with my life
‘Cuz it wasn’t nice
The weed didn’t always suffice
So I started sippin’ on the booze with ice
This life isn’t always right
It’s a fight
My problems grew as the years flew
And I still didn’t have a clue
I used to get high just to get by
Caught in a cycle I crashed my motorcycle
Flew a 120 feet ahead and landed on my head
I broke both my collars
With no one to hear my hollers
And the lawyers took all my dollars
I used to get high just to get by
But now I express
What’s on my chest
With nothin’ to hide
‘Cuz the love of life abides by my side
Sit tight
While my rhymes tight in your sight
‘Cuz they just might
Take you to a new height
I used to get high just to get by
And I won’t lie I still get high
Don’t let life pass you by
Sit tight
While my rhymes tight
I used to get high just to get by
And I still get high
Watchin’ you sit tight
As my rhymes pass out of sight
Captured In Times
Captured in times
Twisting my vision to misbelieving what I envision
The miseries of humanity and the insanity
Rhymes that stopped the pattern
Of the flow of the rhythmatic pattern
Was useless pitter-patter
And doesn’t seem to matter
You in a brief moment of time
Captured in times
For a miss directed fraction
Of an analytical view of the action
Times that there's nothing to see
Times the times to be
Placing all aside and expressing from the inside
I’m begging to see you next to me
You and me
Stepping to the beat with our feet
Of a binary yes and no
Of a simplistic code so
When all is decided
One Love in a moment has collided
You in a brief moment of time
Captured in times
For a miss directed fraction
Of an analytical view of the action
Times that there's nothing to see
Times the times to be
And it seems to be
You and me
What Goes Around
What goes around comes around
So expect in another round
A different sound of hitting the ground
I’ve found we’re all bound to our fate
It will hound you when you make a mistake
You reap what you sow
This I know
I’m telling you so
Careful who you choose as your foe
‘Cuz you never know how it’ll go
What goes around comes around
So expect in another round
A different sound of hitting the ground
I’ve found we’re all bound to our fate
It will hound you when you make a mistake
Careful what you speak
‘Cuz you’ll reap a heap
And it will cause you to seep to deep
And then you’ll be left to weep
What goes around comes around
So expect in another round
A different sound of hitting the ground
I’ve found we’re all bound to our fate
It will hound you when you make a mistake
So wait before you hate ‘cuz at a later date
You might be the bate for fate
And then it will be too late for your mistake
Listen To The Sounds
Listen to the sounds
That go round and round
Playing on rhetoric of the predicate
Using sequential momentum to calculate
Like a reprobate
I got disconnected to the known universe
Lost in a verse to transverse
While others were dictating societal restraints
Elaborating their complaints
As they conversate
But they should hesitate and elevate to reciprocate
Listen to the sounds
That go round and round
Sometimes yesterday is the key
I'm waiting for patience you see
To grant me the sovereignty
For dignity
But to my dismay
You judged me anyway
It shouldn’t be
But it’s how you are not just to me
Resist the social trait to hate
And don't contemplate
Listen to the sounds
That go round and round
I didn't act accordingly to your set standards
But you’re the bastards
Sometimes I need to let loose
But you put me in a noose
Sorry for the mishap of your interpretation
But it’s your intimidation and misinterpretation
It’s my walk to take
Decisions are all our own to make
Listen to the sounds
That go round and round
Listen to the sounds
That go round and round
Forgotten
The scrutiny of times that pass us by
Moments leaving to be forgotten
Flash backs to recollecting
Distant memories of the ill-defined
Unable to define the vague occasion
Split second glimpses of a blurred instant
Never clearly seeing the views
Difficulty finding the point in time
Reminiscences of an unclear epoch
The hazy chronicles of a faint age you can’t recall
Can’t call to mind the secluded accounts of the outlying era
Desperately trying to remind yourself of the for-flung moments in time
Inaccurate recollections of a rouge stage
Trying to think of the far-off instance
Unable to summon up the undistinguishable spell
Hoping you can strike a chord with the isolated measure
Imprecise memoirs of the indistinct stretch
Can’t bring to mind the indefinite period
Hard to induce the remote diaries
Nothing rings a bell
The far-away journals can’t be unearthed
Nothing can take you back
Everything you dredge up seems unclear
Can’t stir it up
Can’t uncover what was once disregarded
Careful what you put out of your mind
Someday you might want to consider what you put behind
And then you won’t be able to evoke the phases
And reminisce of what was forgotten
Never Look Back
I don’t turn the other cheek and become meek
I turn my back and never look back
I don’t waste my time ‘cuz I value my time
But if you want to bout face to face
I don’t have any fear when anything is near
I smile in the face of death with every breath
‘Cuz I know my wicked stance has a chance
But I’d rather not waste my time
‘Cuz you’re not worth the time
Fate’s already dealt with you
‘Cuz I can already outwit you
Your life will always be the same
Truly lame
A life of shame and you’re to blame
You don’t have any game
But if you want to box it’s all the same
But what you should really do
Is look in a mirror and see who really hates you
I’ll step away and wait for you to attack
And turn my back and never look back
Blue
Every time I wanna spend time with you
Ya leave me to feelin' blue
I never know what to say
And it's always to my dismay
That I'm chillin by myself
Like a book left on a shelf
To deal with my sorrow
And wake up tomorrow
But it's cool to be blue
I'm happy when I'm blue
It’s your shortfall
I’m tired of tying to call
I feel like a book that got set aside
You'll truly never know what's inside
I’m wise to the compromise
You left me to feelin’ blue
But I know how to be true
And even though I’m blue
I'm happy when I'm blue
I found solace in my sorrows
I’m not worried about any more tomorrows
I just sing to my blues
It’s cool to be blue
Singin' the blues
I'm happy when I'm blue
Even when I got the blues
Because I don’t need you
Under The Sun
It doesn’t matter where you’re from,
We all live under the sun.
Don’t let the pain stain your soul
Or your heart turn to coal.
Spirits will fear it in the present essence
When compassion makes it’s presence.
It doesn’t matter where you’re from,
We all live under the sun.
Don’t let your beauty deceive you,
With a crazy view.
Thinking that you’re superior,
Is quite inferior.
It doesn’t matter where you’re from,
We all live under the sun.
Truly gorgeous people have splendor within.
You might be pretty and thin,
But if your heart is cold and grey,
True ugliness you convey.
It doesn’t matter where you’re from,
We all live under the sun.
Open your heart up for every mile,
And smile.
Be content
With every situation sent.
Love unconditionally.
You’ll reap conditionally.
It doesn’t matter where you’re from,
We all live under the sun.
Dreams
Don’t you forget about your dreams,
No matter what seems.
Hold your head high,
As life passes you by.
Learn to cope
Because there’s always hope.
Don’t let the pain stain your soul.
Strive to achieve those dreams as your goal.
Grab onto this life and be bold
And let everyone behold.
Be strong with every song you sing
Because you never know what it might bring.
Don’t say you don’t have a clue
And be blue,
Because that’s truly being a fool.
I know life’s not always cool.
Stride with your head held high.
Don’t hide and watch everything pass you by.
Live for your dreams,
No matter what seems.
Gaze across your seas of dreams and dive to see what’s underneath.
Look deep into your dreams and you’ll see what lies beneath.
If sorry has got you down
And everything seems to surround you all around, dive deeper down
And listen to every sound
Because your dreams can be found.
All Alone
I know what it means to be alone
As I sit here all alone
It always seems sad to see you go
Now I will be alone
It seems you had somewhere to go
I know what it means to be alone
I cried when I saw you go
You left me all alone
Why did you have to go
Why did you leave me all alone
I know what it means to be alone
With no one left to smile to
With no one to rest my shoulder to
With no one left to look to
I know what it means to be alone
Now I’m all alone
As I sit here all alone
I know what it means to be alone
Tossin’ Like The Ships
No more relationships
Tossin’ like the ships.
I want a good girl
To put my heart in a twirl.
No more bad memories,
Because of delinquencies.
No more relationships
Tossin’ like the ships.
No more time to loose,
‘Cuz it’s time to choose
No more pain and strife,
‘Cuz that’s not the life.
Style and class.
Never will we clash.
Steady as can be.
It’s life you see.
We’ve all been used
And abused,
Desperately confused.
It’s time to choose
And refuse.
No more relationships
Tossin’ like the ships.
Grab hold and behold.
Steady as can be
And you will see.
No more relationships
Tossin’ like the ships.
Times Do Change
Times won’t ever be the same not for me
I will be free and true to me
Free of it all
I’ll stand tall
Until I die, this I know why
If I had all the time on my hands to ponder
I still would say I wouldn’t know and wonder
I might never know what quite to do
But I do know it won’t be the choices you gave me to choose to do
I will make my own way and sway from conformity
And make my own destiny
I’ll never be accepted wherever I go
Because I hate everything that everyone is programmed to know
And now that I don’t waste my time
And enjoy my time
I have more time to excel to stand up and fight
For what I place in my sight
Yes, times do change
The pages range
Those of us who stop to look
Might change the path we took
A Little Thing
Thoroughly thought out
Fathoming and pondering
An oasis in a utopia
Collectively thinking
Amongst all odds
Entities with misconstrued beliefs
Blaming deities
Of a non-material realm
Claiming separation of mind and body
Yet clinching material wealth
And dictating restraints
Preaching but yet not living
Dreaming and hoping
Carnal absurdities
Misunderstanding needs and wants
Believing faith for the acquisition of riches
While overlooking love
Disgracing humanity
Killing brothers
For the assertation of an idea
From those that control you and own you
Blind to accept equality
While striving for supremacy
The dream is lost
Freedom is a farce
And anarchy to the aristocracy
Still not a solution
Pollution of the soul
Irrevocable damage
To the system
With no alternative
Hovering in the distance
A glimpse
A twinkle
Calculating mathematical probability
Using deviation
Of rhythmatical algorithmic binary
With an undisputable result
The solution was simple
A little thing
Shouts And Screams
Shouts and screams
In your dreams
Of all the lovely ladies
Drivin’ your Mercedes
It’s not wrong
‘Cuz she’s in a thong
You got dividends
To no ends
Everyone watches as you pass by
As you roll high
You cheat on your wife
‘Cuz you say she doesn’t suffice
Snortin’ the yeyo
Like a yoyo
And then wipin’ your nose
As the blood flows
Steppin’ in shit
With your $10,000 shoes havin’ a fit
Pissin’ in your pants
‘Cuz you couldn’t control it as the X made you dance
Bitin’ your lip
As you trip from that sip
Down the stairs
With all the glares
You sought
What could be bought
And didn’t yearn
To learn
And now it seems
I see what it means
And I don’t want shouts and screams
In my dreams
What I’ve Said
I don’t know.
Can you lyrically match and beat count to an algorithm and develop a flow?
Or did you loose your soul?
I lost my way long ago.
I’m an insomniac who doesn’t like to deal with daylight.
So I like to sleep my days away.
Living in a dream state and the slumber state.
Is there light at the end of the tunnel?
Or do you just have to stumble your way through?
I don’t like what I see in the daylight hours,
So I drift away in a smoke filled cloud sleeping on my mattress.
Everyone is self interested and wants a
Magical, mystical, phonetically sound, pre-fabricated, industrialized,
Systematical analysis of the statistical data set
Concocting hypothetical, theoretical solutions
To better exemplify the positive and negative correlations
Of more bullshit than you can handle.
If I confuse you
Then seek understanding of doctrinal matters of the psyche
And the development of the human character
As a product of the cosmological universe and matrix system
That is institutionalized to conform the masses
Into mindless god fearing individuals,
Who’s views are tainted with unsound arguments
That don’t conclude from well formed arguments from a set premise,
Mostly with premises that don’t have any correlation to each other
To conclude matters theoretically
And bewilder the underachiever of spoken
And written linguistical formulations
To manipulate the numerical calculations
Of neuron transmitters in the cerebral cortex
And bewilder you just as I did.
How you say with faith.
Then does faith have a number,
Is it quantifiable or is it qualitative?
But don’t forget qualitative sets can be numerical
And quantifiable data can be manipulated to suggest theoretical solutions
To hypothetical premises to conclude even more bullshit.
Find truth.
In what a number?
Yeah, it’s all binary code through your eyes
And every process is mathematically defined.
You could Venn diagram me
And make plausible assumptions of a set of premises
And set me in or outside your classifications
But the truth is that my mind is my numerical universe
Only to be traveled by me
And used to generate quantifiable results to equate solutions
Of universal truths to figure out all this shit I’ve said.
Java Script
Ain't got no luck
And now you see that I'm stuck in a rhyme of a funk
Singin' tha blues
Writin' rhymes
Listenin' to the beat of the java script
To flip the digits to the sequential pattern of a binary executable
And then flippin it back to make ya see somethin'
That’s digital and technical
Don’t be a hater
Resist the social trait to hate
And soar to places to the outta realm of space
And don't contemplate
The directional pattern of the beat of the rhythm
And know that my lics express the tricks
It’s a new time and age to check 'n listen to the cosmological universe
Of that dark hole abyss in your chest
I'm a raggamuffin dj mc style
Playin' on the java script
Stuck in a rhyme of a funk
Mixin’ rhymes
Singin' tha blues
Writin' rhymes
Listenin' to the beat of the java script
To flip the digits to the sequential pattern of a binary executable
And then flippin it back to make ya see somethin'
That’s digital and technical
I got disconnected to the known universe
While others were dictating societal restraints
It seems to be a game
Hello never came
And love could still exist
Ain't got no luck
And now you see that I'm stuck in a rhyme of a funk
Singin' tha blues
Writin' rhymes,
Listenin' to the beat of the java script
The Playaz Of The Hood vs. The Crackers Of The Burbs
Rollin’ around with the base sound.
Playin’ like you’re a gangsta when you come around,
When the fact of the matter is that you’re a meth-head from the burbs.
Pretendin’ you’re a thug as you roll around the curbs.
You cook your shit at your crib.
Don’t fib.
You’re an acne-infested tweaker
Listenin’ to gangsta shit on the speaker.
But when you come around a real hood and you’re lookin’ down a barrel pointed at you.
You’ll be quick to shit your drawers and change your view.
Don’t let it be misunderstood,
That’s life in the real hood.
Thugz don’t use Drain-O to cook their smack,
‘Cuz that shit is worse than crack,
That’s a fact you fuckin’ cracker jack.
Thugz get shot down in the street.
They don’t have chemicals in their crib to blow up the whole fuckin’ street.
Thugz fight their rivals,
That’s the skills of the survivals.
You steal from your own mother’s purse,
And then have the nerve to sing a gangsta’s verse.
You haven’t slept for days.
Your scrawny body sways.
Your recessed eyes
Shows your body’s cries.
It’s screaming why,
As you look like you’re gonna die.
You’ll be able to pass a drug test,
In three days without a contest.
But as the true playa hitz the bluntz, he’s gotta wait 28 days and he’ll never get the job anyway.
But that’s alright ‘cuz I’d never wanna work next to your fuckin’ cracker ass anyway.
This is what separates the playaz from the hood and the crackers from the burbs.
Get Used To People
I said,
Ya better get used to people looking your way,
In every which way.
There’s people looking mad and sad,
Irritated and infuriated,
Vividly livid, while enraged and outraged.
Some are heated, while other’s are feeling defeated.
A little are irate and seem to hate,
Some are just annoyed, while others are overjoyed.
A few are feeling desolate, some are throwing a fit.
Others are feeling blue and there’s even a few of you,
Who have even lost your cool.
They look at you and they accuse you of being a fool.
But they’re the tool.
The number one rule is to alter your view and look out for you.
I know it’s sad and it definitely makes me mad,
But no one is going to look out for you, except you.
I know we’re all looking,
I’m looking, as we’re all looking,
For something out there, as we stare.
What it is I don’t know and we might never know.
But when I sense I am tense I hop the fence to a different existence
I understand that it’s all determined by the plain of existence
That we’re liven’ on at that exact moment in which we’re looking.
Make sure you say what you meant in every moment whenever you’re looking.
Do ya follow me?
Why don’t you come with me and follow me.
Or did I confuse your mind?
Do you know what you’re trying to find?
Let me convey what I say in another way
What are ya gazing at, while you’re glancing at?
What are ya staring at, while you’re glaring at?
Are ya faded, drunk, sloshed, wasted, annihilated, or inebriated?
You‘re frizzled and frazzled.
You’re cashed, fried, lit, high, danked, blunted, baked, zoned, and stoned.
You’re illin’.
What’s the feelin’?
You’re dosin’.
Are things flyin’ through the sky?
Are ya pillin’?
You’re peekin’.
No you’re candy flippin’,
As you’re tweakin’.
You took the marchin’ powder,
Now things are rushin’.
Are ya trippin’?
No you’re mushin’.
I’m boomin’.
Things are zoomin’.
You’re shroomin’.
Did you drop?
I hope this feelin’ doesn’t stop.
Hey look I got a fuckin’ balloon and a lollypop,
So what if there’s a cop.
My friends are huffin’.
I see you puffin’.
My eyes are always this red instead of being normal.
I don’t like being formal or do I mean normal.
I like my pupils in a dilated state.
I know you can relate.
Every aspect is a different plain of existence that’s the difference.
So what are you living on, as life is going on?
There aren’t any wrongs or rights and we shouldn’t fight.
There is a rule, it’s one you learned in school, to treat each other right.
We’re not going to make it, we won’t ever make it,
If you judge me and I judge you because it’s a stupid view.
No matter what plain you’re playin’ on with whatever song is on,
Don’t do anyone wrong.
Just remember to have a good moment in time with every point in time.
Ya gotta have a good time, don’t waste you’re time.
Try to be kind and remind yourself you’re just like everyone else,
So try not to hurt anyone else.
And ya always better get used to people looking your way,
In every which way.
I Gots To Go
And now, I got to go,
I got to go.
I don’t know where,
But I got to go.
I’m goin’ somewhere.
Can ya tell me where?
Are ya goin’ there?
Said, ya got to go.
Are ya goin’ with me?
Can ya stay with me?
Or do ya have to go?
‘Cuz I got to go,
I got to go.
Said I gots to go,
I gots to go,
I gotta go with the flow,
With some kind of style that’s versatile.
I gotta prove my groove.
I like to smoke the dank with some kind of stank.
I like to fly high way up in the sky.
I don’t know why.
I know you’re listenin’ to me to see if I’m lyrically sound when I’m around.
Ya wanna see if I got the groove,
If I gots the groove,
Ya wanna see what I can prove.
I can see you glare and stare,
‘Cuz ya got a whitety boy on the mic
But you never know I might knock you out of sight on the mic
Or you might have to convey and say,
“Son ya betta sit down ‘cuz ya don’t sound to good.”
But at least I gave it all I could.
So hold up,
Hold up.
Ya gotta give credit to where credit is due
Because someone will try to sue you.
The whole problem is that ya talk to God-damn much
With whatever you touch.
If ya just sit back, sit back, and hit that spliff and take a whiff,
Everything is gonna be alright,
Everything will be alright.
Don’t spout out as you shout,
It’s about closing your mouth and reframing from trying to clout.
Listen instead of trying to utter chatter and attempting to batter.
Instead of delivering a whack as you take a crack at and smack and attack,
Try opening your ears despite all your fears.
Cogitate and ruminate as you meditate and try to relate.
It’s all about what you ascertain and gain,
Then you’ll understand as you stand that it’s not about raising your hand.
Simply, basically, merely, and purely
Ya gots to learn to think wit’ your head not wit’ your fists
And reframe from spoutin’ out from your mouth
And try listenin’ to what everything is about.
My Shouts & Hollers To My People:
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To my mother Patricia for loving me
& giving me the gift of knowledge.
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To my grandfather Joseph for telling me to find work that I enjoyed.
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To my brother Raphael & my sister Jenny
for encouraging me to follow my dreams.
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To my friends Jon & Denise for accepting me
& loving me no matter what.
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To my friend Louis for telling me he didn’t want to play his guitar
in front of people unless he knew it was really good.
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To my best friend Joe-Ben for being there
& being my friend since youth.
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To my cousin Kriste for her caring ways.
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To my niece Nadia for inspiring me.
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To my nieces Sophia & Teresa for making me smile.
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To the Dearings for being there & taking care of me.
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To the North Side in Denver.
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To the Lower East Side in Manhattan.
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To the United Kingdom.
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And for Scotland.
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