reality is reality but once inspected a duality. flesh and soul. lies and truth. live life with one eye of social conscienceness and one eye with faith in God. Catholic. Rapper. Engineer. making the world a better place every day.or so i try.
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You Be You. I Be Me.
Bee you. TihfuLL.
I must confessa’ That my existence feels lessa’ Even though I shouldn’t My feelings are a messa’ Pain Leads me to understanding of truth I feel robbed Of happiness, bitterness, and youth I can’t even be bitter So I clench my teeth and smile Still open myself to people So I can still laugh a while But I’m hurt Taken aback I know this is when it counts So I Ain’t tracing back That trail is already laid I’m making two fists Wishing to take a step And wondering what way One fist has a hiss The other a blooming flower How are I gonna fight the power Of darkness The same way I always have Seeing me for who I am And nothing less Truth, authenticity and LoVe. I need GOD. I confess.
I feel so vain And maimed by intelligence the relevance of our existence is so hard to grasp and will pass before it truly starts… . how fast our unruly hearts. . . . stray from the path that hath been lit so every bit of nature can co-exist under the guiding hand of GOD
We’re fightin enlightend Bafoons With carnal animal instincts Who like bombs and booms the ruins speak proof how do these criminals stay aloof Ancient echoes ring with truth And as new leaders seat We watch history repeat What feat mush be accomplished To abolish evol from all lives I strives so hard to be gentle But I swear it’s confused with me Being mental
Rental thoughts expire And require a prompt return To the earnest story tellers Who fabricate thieves Who sees the breeze through the trees And says the leaves But move on their own And make you doubt yourself By telling you you’re a clone Your identity has been bought And while you sought out To learn They made you write your reality on one paper And then watch it burn No one hears your cries If you’re red out The vize only hidez The red eyes But not the lies That are so real you could touch them Lets all rush them and change the range we live in
Bin in So much distress But blessed to keep goin And flowin With time and nature Rate ya self at whatever you want Be nonchalant With the thoughts that inspire But you’re required To transpire Through acts That backs your beliefs Cuz reliefs must be focused on your struggles Don’t expect life to be all fun and warm snuggles To juggle more than one life Is not right But might be necessary If you bury One life Inside of many broken others Brothers please get me Sisters please respect me I just wanna set me straight
Not to foolz youz But when I can I kik it with the gurus Knowers that know With patience to tell Intricately speakin And understood so well Fifteen years old, eighty Or forty five Appreciation and experience For what it means To be alive And it’ll survive through me In different ways It revives Comes alive And won’t die with me
This is a victory song. when it plays it's like my mind is at the top step, running in a circle, and dancin with his and her arms up, just like in Rocky.
I want to be as free as the spirits of those who left I'm talking Malcom, Coltrane, my man Yusef Through death through conception New breath and resurrection For moms, new steps in her direction In the right way Told inside is where the fight lay And everything a nigga do may not be what he might say Chicago nights stay, stay on the mind But I write many lives and lay on these lines Wave the signs of the times Many say the grind's on the mind Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wonderin' where I'm Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized We got arms but won't reach for the skies Waiting for the Lord to rise I look into my daughter's eyes And realize that I'ma learn through her The Messiah, might even return through her If I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through her Furs and a Benz, gramps wantin 'em Demons and old friends, pops they hauntin' him The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun When drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones Walk like warriors, we were never told to run Explored the world to return to where my soul begun Never looking back or too far in front of me The present is a gift and I just wanna BE
- Common (song, Be)
If you've heard it you know where I'm commin from, but this song is beautiful art and soul inspiring. the beat starts, sounds like it's just a standing bass. it's a somewhat simple beat, but deep and gentle. Then it picks up and continues as a beautiful melody and once the rythem is established a synthesizer kicks in with a mellow electronic sound and it harmonizes (kik's it accapella) with the bass and goes through it's proccess, and then the beat get's another layer of harmony with a clear strong paino. Again following the initial beat of the bass, but with different timing, and this simple, harmonious beat is soooOOoOOoOOoOoo beautiful it almost murders me every time. . . .and just when you feel estatic Common jumps on ship and moves your being.. . ."I wanna as free as the spirits of those who left, I'm talkin Malcom, Coltrane, my man Yusef.. . . " oh, OH oh OH.... OH! !
This message is shiver shakin. The beat is Kanye. The flow unstoppable. This song feels like victory.. .. . and I just wanna BE!!
“…. .while they sayin ‘how the fuk hee du dat?’. . cauz I’m rappin like I can’t be reached.. . if you’re name ain’t arrested development… . then save you speech!” – KRS One
Has anyone heard the new Dead Prez album? ?. . . . well new to me I guess. I just checked it out and it dropped March 2004. It’s called RBG: Revolutionary But Gangsta. .. it’s a cook book. It could be marching orders, or a sneak peak to what’s inside. Their so much about resolve, discipline and true revolutionary organizing… .. Here’s the first song called Don’t Forget Where U Came From. And it’s all spoken at a normal rate with a rough ass beat playin throughout.
HeeRz: .. .
geeZ. I looked and looked for these lyrics and I can’t find them anywhere. Not to be mr conspiracy, and all Dead Prez’ lyrics are crazy radical, but are these ones a little bit extra then the rest and must therefore not be accessible. I’ll look for them some more and if I can’t find them, I’ll write them out myself. But for now. Let’s the police state up. Namely black on black killin. And since I started off with KriS, it’s kinda kittin to hit it up right now too.
Buck buck buck-buck-buck, buck-buck buck buck! All rude bwoy lissen up! Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop Stop shootin black people, we all gonna drop You don't even get, paid a whole lot So take your M-60 and put it on lock! Take your four-five and you put it on lock! Lookin for your people when you walk down a block Here in America you have drug spot They get the black cop, to watch the drug spot The black drug dealer just avoid black cop They're killin each other on a East Coast block Killin each other on a West Coast block White police, don't give a care about dat Dem want us killin each other over crack Anyway you put it it's a black on BLACK Black cop black cop black cop Black cop black cop black cop
Thirty years, there were no black cops You couldn't even run, drive round the block
Recently police trained black cop To stand on the corner… . and take gunshot
This type of warfare isn't new or a shock It's black on black crime again nonstop Black cop!! Black cop black cop Black cop black cop black cop
Don't be the sucker.. Don't be the sucker comin into my face.. Don't be the sucker..
Here's what the West and the East have in common Both have black cops in cars profiling Hardcore kids in the West got stress In the East we are chased by the same black beast The black cop is the only real obstacle Black slave turned black cop is not logical But very psychological, haven't you heard? It's the BLACK COP killin black kids in Johannesburg Whassup black cop, yo, whassup?! Your authorization says shoot your nation You wanna uphold the law, what could you do to me? The same law dissed the whole black community You can't play both sides of the fence 1993 mad kids are gettin tense Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop Stop shootin black people we all gonna drop You don't even get, paid a whole lot Take your four-five and you put it on lock! Take your M-60 and put it 'pon lock! Take your uzi, put it on lock! Black cop black cop black cop Black cop black cop black cop
I didn’t get much sleep last night, but I still feel like a billion mucks. I’m listening to some Digable Planet – Reunion Mixtape, and it’s allL g00d. But let talk some music and shit that poppin over at the wonderful house of Benny. Really there’s tons everyday if you LoVe all music, but here’s a few highlights that I dig hard and are straight hips hops.
August 14th – Aesop Rock Labor Days .. . .. he’s dark. Unconventional in flow and voice modulation and straight in charge of his flow. He commands with his voice and till fill you with dark beats, but more so with the lyrics and the images that get painted in my head stroke by stroke, by word.. . .. . if you’re done downloading his music, go up one or two directories and look around that server, or whatever it is.. .. root directory, and you’ll see lots of hip hop lying around.
August 16th – Outkast. Ther double disk is there and their killer. This is the first chance I get to listen to them and man! what musicians they are. Andre izz cooler than cool, and he kills is on the last song after bringin in throughout. He sings and he make music. Speakerboxx is rump shakin, booty dancing, shoulder salt shakin hype with mad mad rappin.
August 17th – Beach boys and Kanye West college dropout remix. This is some dope shit. I think you’re really goin to like it.
August 19th – Sage Francis.. . he’s nuts-o and can rap like a mutha. I think he’s from the east coast, and I’ve heard a bit of him (I couldn’t download it, but I still completely recommend it, I can’t access rapidshare here at work… .. itz a bitch) and he is renown by hip hop heads and he funny as fuAk. .. . …. … .. . Also on the 19th is Eminemz (underground? ?.. … really early) album Infinite from 96 I think and he sounds young with very on point with his rhymes and flow. The beats are totally unrefined and you get a feel for where he was at in his career. It reminds me, of early 90’s rap. And if you really dig his crazy flow, but not all of his latest work, you’ll dig this. He talks about shit emcees talk about when their getting started. Like when Pac started and he made a song about The Case of the Missing Microphone.. . . I got home, and said where’s my microphone?? . .. . don’t quote me on the name of the song or the lyrics, but that’s the gist of it. Em, talks about backstabbers, and being lyrically tight. It’s cool shit, but if don’t have it loud, or pay attention to the lyrics, or really appreciate hip hop usually it might sound monotonous cuz he doesn’t modulate his voice the way he does now a days. But his now known and recognized rhyming style is totally there and fun to hear. Check check it out.
August 20th – If you go down to the bottom this post there is a link to another site ‘e-junkie’ and she/he has a link to Kanye West’s upcoming album. Late Registration.. . . I’ve heard a lot of the songs that are dropping on that album, but I don’t have them all and I’m dieing to hear them and also to hear them in order the way he’s layed them out. I loVe kanye every day of the week. This album is for sure goin to be dope and if you heard Common’s last album ‘Be” U NO what time it is! ! Kan-yaYo brings it. Again. It’s rapidshare, and so I have to bide my time and wait for the album to come around to me somehow. So yeah. I loVe music. It’s fun. It heals the soul. It brings people together. It makes me dance. It’s a form of expression. It’s nice. I like it.
There are some things that hurt me and I wish were different. Among those are different encompassed concerns. A few things to really ReaLLy struggle for are: .:. Proportional Representation --- Indigenous Human Rights .:. Equal Right for Women --- End of Domestic Violence .:. Educational System Reform --- Simplicity in Life to have more opportunity 2 Live
Bright lights are blindin and the crowd can’t be seen. The stage is just the guitar, microphone and a being embodying carefree confusion, desire, and the past.
Hello? ? ? Is this thing on? ? Hello? ?
.. . this next one Here’s a little diddy I call Pencil Perfect. It was inspire by a spanish studying rabbit jumper and goes a little like this.
You say the family is looking For a new house. An unkept ruin could prove to Be better. Listen to my car from afar. Long seemless expensive heads. Roots, trees, and fruits. Where are they going. Adopting loops and street prescriptions Studying the hands slight Caressing the lines Contracting the uncomforts We go to the station as told Gather in groups You go We go Discomforts are so apparent To those Who have already experienced them
When I’m tired, my passion runs thin my patience runs out the purpose gets fuzzy maybe I wasn’t gifted with spellin but with a perfect pencil, my lazy eye cousin shifted fifth telling no telling what a felon is sellin pushin picks and packs revelin in his work when it works takin alley cat walks when he lurks goin on ahead because the backwards is erased splitin fingers in half because he likes the good taste sleep invasion was the charge and crime committed depravation was too short and never fitted spirits way too diminished start things that’ll never be finished or better not till the will is instilled and infused with sleep to freak the weak me out
ashes and ashes stuck to the air and rise with the wind lashes from facists pluck the most fair, eyes on their end
I must not know what LoVe is Cuz I’ve LoVed too many girls But my LoVe is evolving without seekin to change more conscience and pure not scared to lure the unsure maybe infected to go on a selected tour sittin between romance and rage while conversing with Many Age ancient and young she never seems to change my steps reps past and wish to last past change my feet meet the beat and say how you doin?? Seek unique speak but not For you ruin rather for undoin the bad glue-in makin marriage of money and masters dice up and divorce run another course clean up and do their chores
bust my head and my heart wake up on the edge of a ledge with a wedge in the hedge the edge is the end the ledge is the bend the wedge is a friend and the hedge is Bolivia this isn’t all meaning fiending it will kill ya still ya seeing it will thrill ya and ya know maybe I spread my fingers wider and let all the sand go
Iz it all prespective, introspective, or just being selective?? Following someone elected, or trailing back, feelin forgetted. Rainin bullets and not gettin wetted.
So the other day I downloaded something off of Benny’s site and the whole Album (Brother Ali – Shadows on the Sun... see the Aug. 4 post) is pretty good. The guys is a mad rapper, and he’s crazy religious. In his fifth song Dorian he’s talking about tumpin some guy who lives in the apartment across from him and constantly beats his wife all the time. And the second song that killed me emotionally is his ninth song Picket Fence… . Songs that killed me lyrically and beat wise are the first three or four of the album. He ripps right through’m
I was up and out my mothers house at 17 Been a grown ass married man ever since Family reunions, I'm talked about but never seen Cause I learned that some of them can be your nemesis Got a lot of scars on me, I'll now tell you the stories If, you promise not to take offense Homie, sit back then, hand bring the beat in I'll try to find a place that starts to make sense now The first time I was pushed out blind Cold and naked, spanked on the ass to breathe An immigrant from heaven on earth with a WORK VISA I announce my self with gasps and screams Before black and white supremacy, heighted my innocence I was living out life behind the picket fence Happy go lucky scared of no one With the only exception, I'm allergic to the sun Didn't know I had a image that a camera couldn't capture 100% Allah's manufacture But then came the laughter, and outside I'm battered Picket fence shattered I saw my self as a bastard tagalong, harassed and spat upon By the children of slave masters who passed it on The saddest songs been sung at the hands of who I call the race from hell Its a disgrace from hell Fell face first in the self hate
Burst into tears when I hear my own hellish name cursed If I seem timid, its only because every mirror that I saw back then had the earths ugliest human being in it And with that said, they would kick me till they got tired or I act dead And I, have to tell ya'll that the obvious part That I always feel free when I'm talking to God Alone on the playground, Friday afternoon And the, old sister who hums gospel tunes I saw her notice getting closer She approached me and put a knowing hand on my shoulder And booked my feelings Cause she looked at me in a way that adults very seldom look at children And with the wisdom only earned by years She read my thoughts and she welled up with tears and said
"You look the way you do because you're special Not the short bus way, I mean that God's gonna test you And all of this pain is training for the day when you will have to lead with the gift God gave to you Grown folks don't see it but the babies do And there's a chance that you can save a few" And time will prove that, she started my movement She didn't tell me to take it – she told me to use it
The second time poppa ripped the womb open early And exposed me to the coldness life prematurely Where mom's love used to live, now housed denial And when that decayed, it made it bitter and spiteful But me and my runaway, we share something special Rode into the sunset, can barely can tough the pedals No strings attached, screaming, "fuck Geppetto" We may live in the gutter, but we cling to each other
A week before my son came, I caught a bad bounce And had to step to mom with my hands out And momma proved the two of us could not live in that house She lied to the police so they would throw us in the streets And separating from you, is something that I feel I must do Its not that I don't love you, its more that I don't trust you Its been a year since I've seen a living relative And it's just now that I'm starting to live But while I'm sitting here, choking on tears wishing that I didn't care Feeling all alone in this hemisphere, I swear upon everything I hold dear And then my wife comes near, and I hear a voice whisper in my ear
"You're going through all of this because you're special Not no superstar shit, I mean that God had to test you And all of this pain has been training for the day when you would lead us with the gift God gave to you Your parents might not see it but your babies do And there's a chance that you can save a few" And time will prove that, she started my movement She didn't tell me to take it, she told me to use it
"I don't know what my next step is going to be. but it's not until now that I think. Before now, I wasn't afraid of doing the wrong thing. Now I don't want to lose you. Own insecurites drive others away (edit. ,sometimes). So I look up and take my next step."... .. . I wrote this a couple of days ago on a paper, and now that I read it, I remember that thinkin it through like this helped me do what I needed to do. But reading this again right now, I'm glad I don't think this applies to me. .. . hahahahah but it did two days ago... .. hahah. LIFE.
You can say no regret But better yet Is to not forget what you met what you set what you meant and how that sent you here
like, here. At this point in your life. Everything that has made you be who you are.
One needs to focus on those things that are preventing you from ‘BLANK’… . . but before you can focus on those things you need to identify them. Right away I think of exercise and eating healthy. Not bingin on herbs n liqs, educating myself more, and takin more strategic actions to contribute in the transformations of the world. Those are the things that go in my ‘BLANK’.
The other day I was talking with this guy who has much wisdom from his many years of livin. I don’t even know how much information (for a lack of a better word) will be lost once he passes to the next life. And he was sayin that which I wrote above, about needin focu, and I said amen (just not in that word), and then he went on (cuz we were in the middle of a meetin and there was six of us) sayin, you know, in many of the poorer places of the world the people see something that need to be done, they organize, and do it. Here, people want to get everything all perfectly ironed out before we act.
So true. They have the willingness. We have the resources. How fucked up is that? ?
There are many things that people look for to make them happy. Happy is the end result most people are lookin for, and that is the final appeal that most things are marketed to us through. But that happiness is offered through security. Personal Security and also monetary security, so that we don’t ever have to worry, and feel safe. It’s offered through pleasure, cuz if youR always in pleasure then youR always happy.. .. . supposedly. Likewise, purported sources of happiness are to lie within success (HA hahaHAha Haah), dominion, power, STATUS, seXineSs… . .you know. All that shit.
But I think that real happiness comes from peace of heart. When you’re at peace, everythin is all good! How one achieves permanent (… .. really more like sustainable) peace of heart (some may say explicitly peace of mind, but that could be trix, it about the heart baby!.. . .then the mind) is the another key ingredient, but not what I wanna talk about.
I just want to talk about the person you see walkin around in an every day sort of fashion, being happy. I see it stemming from either arrogance and a feel of superiority, or from peace of heart. When you think that everyone is lesser to you, it’s easy to be happy, even when you know it’s a lie, and you’r constantly dodging bullets. You’re happy. And when you have peace of heart, which is followed by peace of mind, then you walk right though the flames, you pick yourself out of the mud, you carry people on your back for miles and kilometers, and you’re happy. .. . …. . And you’re happy… .. .. . And people who aspire for that happiness, don’t have to engender the nasty traits that are the foundation of arrogance and false security… .. . . Life is hard. But I’m begginin to think that part of the master present of free will that we received, is the present of not knowing. If we did now everything, we would not experience a lot of emotions. Like fear. And if you think about it. A lot of other emotions would not be felt if we knew EVERYTHING. So I’m beginning to think that we as human beings were created with the intention to go through the huge array of emotions and that’s what makes us feel complete, and alive. Life is such a beautiful Struggle. And we just gotta keep on. Doin the best we can.
and even as a crack fiend mama, ya always was a black queen mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy— trying ta raise a man
- Tupac, in the song Dear Mama
What y'all want? Unconditional Love no doubt Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off It don't fade It'll last for all these crazy days These crazy nights Whether you wrong or you right I'm a still love you Still feel you Still there for you No matter what hehe You will always be in my heart With unconditional love….. .. . .
Come listen to my truest thoughts my truest feelings All my peers doing years beyond drug dealing How many caskets can we witness Before we see it's hard to live This life without God, so we must ask forgiveness Ask mama why I got this urge to die Witness the tears falling free from her eyes Before she could reply Though we were born without a silver spoon My broken down TV, show cartoons in my living room
HEY!
One day I hope to make it A player in this game Mama don't cry long as we try Maybe things change Perhaps it's just a fantasy A life where we don't need no welfare Shit with our whole family Maybe it's me that caused it The fighting and the hurting In my room crying Cause I didn't want to be a burden Watch mama open up her arms to hug me And I ain't worried bout a damn thang with unconditionl love
In this game the lesson's in your eyes to see Though things change, the future's still inside of me We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark So you will always be in my heart…. .. with unconditional love
- Tupac, Unconditional Love
You will always be in my heart. With unconditional Love… . . I remember driving to work one morning down this road that’s a pretty straight strip on the way out of town, cuz I use to work 15mins outuv the city and it was an early morning deep into winter so both sides of the road where just snow with little mountains on either side from what had been pushed off the road and it was really black out cuz the sun wasn’t anywhere near. And I was just crying so much. Life was so tortured and I felt my heart being ripped from the veins in my chest. Being twisted and pulled mercilessly. I couldn’t have cared less about anything. Life seemed as empty as the dark fields of snow, and in my head I was drivin to a place where I was goin to print money for a fat white man, that was sitting behind a mahogany desk, who had pig like features with a cowboy hat, sharp demonic teeth, a revolting laugh, and sweaty palms. While little kids stared me in the face and one by one, without a word, told me that they were dieing because of me. Because of us. I told them I was tryin to help, but didn’t know how.
There before my eyes I could hear the cries of people yelling for freedom. Marching in unison with every hair, fibre, and cell in their body gleaming with brilliance of white gold, and then fallin one by one into the river of blood as I cried out to the heartless mechanical soldiers. Cried out from my kneeling position with my arms full stretched towards them pleading for them to stop. Just knowin a bullet was soon to hit me.
I drove down this road on my way to work crying uncontrollably, and this song would make me reflect on everything that my parents have done for me to be alive. For me to be an engineer and now be making money for this rich oil company. I thought of how they escaped imprisonment, torture and death, and I had lived a sissy life. This song gave me so much strength and Love for my mom. I understood what GOD’s unconditional LOVE means. And I resolved not to ever give up. I put the song on repeat, and still I get too lost in my thoughts to learn the lyrics. But I can still sing along. With unconditional love.
Man that school shit is a joke The same people who control the school system control The prison system, and the whole social system Ever since slavery, nawsayin?
[verse 1] I went to school with some redneck crackers Right around the time 3rd bass dropped the cactus album But I was readin Malcolm I changed my name in ’89 cleaning parts of my brain Like a baby nine I took a history class serious Front row, every day of the week, 3rd period Fuckin with the teachers head, callin em racist I tried to show them crackers some light, they couldn’t face it I got my diploma from a school called rickers Full of, teenage mothers, and drug dealin niggas In the hallways, the popo was always present Searchin through niggas possessions Lookin for, dope and weapons, get your lessons That’s why my moms kept stressing I tried to pay attention but they classes wasn’t interesting They seemed to only glorify the Europeans Claimin africans were only three-fifths a human being
Hook: They schools can’t teach us shit My people need freedom, we tryin to get all we can get All my high school teachers can suck my dick Tellin me white man lies straight bullshit (echoes) They schools ain’t teachin us, what we need to know to survive (say what, say what) They schools don’t educate, all they teach the people is lies
You see dog, you see how quick these motherfuckers be to like Be tellin niggas get a diploma so you can get a job Knowwhatimsayin but they don’t never tell you how the job Gonna exploit you every time knowwhatimsayin that’s why I be like Fuck they schools!
[verse 2] School is like a 12 step brainwash camp They make you think if you drop out you ain’t got a chance To advance in life, they try to make you pull your pants up Students fight the teachers and get took away in handcuffs And if that wasn’t enough, then they expel y’all Your peoples understand it but to them, you a failure Observation and participation, my favorite teachers When they beat us in the head with them books, it don’t reach us Whether you breakdance or rock suede addidas Or be in the bathroom with your clique, smokin reefer Then you know they math class ain’t important ’less you addin up cash In multiples, unemployment ain’t rewardin They may as well teach us extortion You either get paid or locked up, the pricipal is like a warden In a four year sentence, mad niggas never finish But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t be a doctor or a dentist
Hook(first part of hook twice)
Cuz for real, a mind is a terrible thing to waste And all y’all high class niggas with y’all nose up Cuz we droppin this shit on this joint, fuck y’all We gon speak for ourselves Knowhatimsayin? cuz see the schools ain’t teachin us nothing They ain’t teachin us nothin but how to be slaves and hardworkers For white people to build up they shit Make they businesses successful while it’s exploitin us Knowhatimsayin? and they ain’t teachin us nothin related to Solvin our own problems, knowhatimsayin? Aint teachin us how to get crack out the ghetto They ain’t teachin us how to stop the police from murdering us And brutalizing us, they ain’t teachin us how to get our rent paid Knowhatimsayin? they ain’t teachin our families how to interact Better with each other, knowhatimsayin? they just teachin us How to build they shit up, knowhatimsayin? that’s why my niggas Got a problem with this shit, that’s why niggas be droppin out that Shit cuz it don’t relate, you go to school the fuckin police Searchin you you walkin in your shit like this a military compound Knowhatimsayin? so school don’t even relate to us Until we have some shit where we control the fuckin school system Where we reflect how we gon solve our own problems Them niggas ain’t gon relate to school, shit that just how it is Knowhatimsayin? and I love education, knowhatimsayin? But if education ain’t elevatin me, then you knowhatimsayin it aint Takin me where I need to go on some bullshit, then fuck education Knowhatimsayin? at least they shit, matter of fact my nigga This whole school system can suck my dick, beeyotch!!
- Dead PreZ, They Schools
Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream... . .merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream.
Banter Banter. Endless talk. For those who aren’t emotionally drained. Common, let’s walk. Personally I’m tierd. But in so much bliss. Life and work, balled up in a fist.
I would very much like to draw attention to a couple of websites. The first one I just finished reading a post from August 6 and I died lauging. Laughing and Laughing. It’s a girl I don’t know at all, and barely ever comment on her site, and someone who I esteem a lot and see much greatness in. It’s The Hot Librarian. Check her site out, if you wanna laugh your ass off at pointless matter and aren’t easily offended.
Next on the list is this guy who is fuckin the music industry hard. And I’m all for it. It’s about the artist and the listener. How are we suppose to be able to enjoy music when we have to pay 15 bucks for a CD. When the radio is garbage cuz their paid off to play songs being pushed by huge companies and .. . ….. I’m kinda chilled right now, so I won’t really get into it. Let’s save that one for some other time. It’ll be fun. I’m a workin up to being a big advocate of media reform, and the music industry is right in there. SO. About the website right. You want full ablums. You got it. Hey how about random music you’ve never heard of…. . yup! Well…. .. what if I wanted to search the world using google to find directories just full of music, and I wanted to customize the search to find exactly something rare. .. . ummmm. Uh-huh. Hahhaha ok ok. Enough already right?? So I present you with (something you probably already knew, so go ahead and disregard my great hype) It’s Benny’s MP3’s. Check that shit out for sure if you don’t know about it. It’s my greatest source of music right now.
There’s a great Cuban Musician that just passed away this last Saturday. Rest in Peace Ibrahim Ferrer. He was the leader of the Buena Vista Social Club and he had amazing solo work too. He rocks the party, he rocks it tight. Descanse en paz. Umm, the rest of the stuff is pretty deep and or AAAAAAHHHHHHH! ! ! ! ! ! so. I think I’m goin to leave it for maybe tomorrow or something… . peace everyone. One Love… . JuleZ
I don’t think I’ve posted this before, but if I have…. Don’t’ worry. Come along for the ride and enjoy.
Let’s live life without a rude attitude Prove we’re not crude Attract the opposite sex without being lewd No need to be qued Dude that should be viewed As being straight natural But the feud is supernatural So it’s hard to be factual Angels on Angels And som got locked down Separation from God hard So the dev just shut down Any good feelings, Intentions and knowledge he had Turned inside out into deranged bad There’s no insecurity in purity And evolz not a fad I’ve had sad realizations and even sadder degradations faced my fears rightly and kept all my true relations with the people around me the one who surround me and especially with the ones that hound me and clown me you see me is who I be and I was designed by the Three Fees are not to be charged For large fences being barged Neo-liberalism straight choking the free world Crap crooked companies Stop flocking the real herd Those that are listening Make sure that you’re pure That you share the good news And thar your words are heard These puppet governments are a disgrace to any race And so obviously absurd
Where are we going to be If we fail to see reality For what it be Where are we going to be If we have no unity Where are we going to be Without solidarity Disparity runs rampage And We’re led to believe we’re all damaged Do they not see they’re facin The true present of divine creation Stop lacin the truth with lies And let the herd open their eyes Take out the gag that’s bin Suffocating us so Not letting us grow Curtains are coming down It’s the end of the show Let the past be the facts Not the present you want to last These people are starving They’re not meaning to fast Please! Stop the sleaze And pull back the wool You’ll never be satisfied You’ll never be full
-JuleZ (August 13, 2004)
What’s up. I hope you liked it. I wrote it almost a year ago. I gotta get on this shit. Memorize it and start lightin the mic! ! ! thanks for reading. Thanks for being you.
"You got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat, Virgo crew baby run the streets.. . . . let's go... let's go... . . and if you don't know, now you know" - Doug E Fresh on Virgo... . . the human beat box. That song is off of Nas' Street Disciple Album. Disk 2, song 4.
[Intro - echoes] The revolution is here, the revolution is here people I said it once, I'll say it twice You gots to be ready The revolution is inside of you People, the revolution is here, yeah
[Hook] The revolution's here No one can lead you off your path You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh (yeah) No one can change your ways (rock with me for a second) No one can lead you off your path (come on) You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Yo, I heard it's said the revolution won't be televised But in the land of milk and honey there's a date you gotta sell it by Otherwise it just expires and spoils And these folks jump out the pot when the water too hot Cuz the fire boils inside You go to church to find you some religion And all you hear is connivin' and gossip and contradiction and You try to vote and participate in the government And the muh'fuckin' Democrats is actin' like Republicans You join an organization that know black history But ask them how they plan to make money and it's a mystery Lookin' for the remedy but you can't see what's hurtin' you The revolution's here, the revolution is personal They call me the political rapper Even after I tell 'em I don't fuck with politics I don't even follow it I'm on some KRS, Ice Cube, Chris Wallace shit Main Source, De La Soul, bumpin' "2Pacalypse Now"
[Hook] The revolution's here (yeah) No one can lead you off your path (uh uh) You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh (ha ha, ha ha) No one can change your ways No one can lead you off your path (uh uh) You'll try to change the world ('scuse me) So please excuse me while I laugh
[Verse 2] Yo, I speak at schools a lot cause they say I'm intelligent Nervous cause I'm dope, if I was wack I'd be irrelevant I'm like the dope in your tracks until your high is settled in You leanin' to the left, the laughter's the best medicine But the troubles you have today you just can't laugh away Stay optimistic, they can change, it's gon' come like Donny Hathaway You have to pray, on top of that, act today Cuz opportunity shrivel away like Tom Hanks in "Cast Away" Everybody pass away, the past will pay, the family mournin' Everybody act accordin' to the season that they born in You fight in the streets, start bleedin' 'til the blood is pourin' In the gutter, mothers cry 'til the Lord be livin' by the sword and All that folks want is safety, they goin' gun crazy The same reason Reagan was playin' war games in the '80s The same reason I've always rocked dog chains on my babies The struggle is beautiful, I'm too strong for you to slave me
[Hook] The revolution's here (yeah) No one can lead you off your path (uh uh) You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh (ha ha, ha ha) No one can change your ways (yeah) No one can lead you off your path (uh uh) You'll try to change the world ('scuse me) So please excuse me while I laugh (yeah) The revolution's here No one can lead you off your path You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh No one can change your ways No one can lead you off your path You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh
[Outro: Talib Kweli] It's a beautiful thing that's happenin' right now Right now G Yo, I'm rockin' with my man Hi-Tek on the track right now We fightin' the good fight The Beautiful Struggle Yeah, let's go
The third song on Disc II of Till the End of Time is probably around my top 5 favorite Tupac songs. It's so hard to say that cuz there are so many good ones, but this beat is just intoxicating. you get absorbed right into it and you never want it to end.
One two.. to a nigga nature, haha.. No need to cry now, go wipe your tears, be a woman Why you actin surprised? You saw the bullshitComin fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too So why you, bound to fuck wit fake guys too Aint nothin' hard about it why you lookin sad? Shoulda though about it Say you learned, I truly doubt it I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love Gettin freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Dom Perignon Knowin I'm a cash getter still I, remain calm Let you chill with me; plus you was smiling 'til the bill miss me That's what you get for tryin to dick me Missed me with that "Buy me this, buy me that" syndrome shit Bitch get a job if you wanna be richGettin mad cause I cursed and I scream I hate'cha Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me?
[Lil’ Mo]
Kissed the girls, made them cry Thuggin life, and gettin high Why you gangsta, all the time? That's a thug's nature Though sometimes, I can deal with it I realize, that I'm feelin it It's a love and hate relationship but that's a thug's nature
So I was thinkin about perseverance the other day and an image came to my head. I would stick man it up, but maybe some other time.
I take the patience to fill up my hand with as many pebbles as I can carry. A big cone, and a deep pile. I know where I’m starting, and I can see where I’m goin. And every time I drop them, I get down and pick up every single one I can see, then straighten out and keep walkin.
It was such a deep visual when it first hit me and I thought about how it would be impossible to find all the pebbles each time, but just right now I realize that I would probably see knew ones any ways, and then I pictured myself walkin down the side of the street under the shade of a really big tree and a baby bird getting pushed by her moms out of the nest to learn to fly and the bird crashin right into my hands makin all the pebbles fly everywhere. How could I get mad about something like that? ? I wouldn’t. Another understanding I felt today is that one can only follow GOD out of LOVE and not fear. It has to be pure wantin. Not that it’s an absolute like that, but I’m just sayin.
WEST SIDE! ! ! ! riDe oR DiE bitch. .. . hahahhaaha......... . ok. I can see someone (much like myself in the most simple of musings) gettin their grandma to pose WESTSIDE while takin the picture. I don't know who this is, but it's soOOoO funny, and you know it's pure jokes! ! !.. . Ride or die hahha WHAT? ? !
excuse me But lady liberty NeeDs glasses AND So Does mrs Justice By her side Both the Broads R BliND AS BaTs Stumbling Thru the system JuSTicE Bumbed [bumped??] iNTo MuTulu aNd TrippiN’ oN Geronimo Pratt But Stepped right over Oliver AND his crooked partner RoNNie Justice sTubbd her Big Toe on Mandela AND liberty was misquoted By the iNDians slavery was a learning PHASe Forgotten with out a verdict while Justice is ON a rampage 4 eNdangered Surviving Black males I mean Really if anyone really valued life and cared about the masses they’d take em Both 2 Pen Optical and get 2 paiR of Glasses
So here is a couple a good ways among many to change our world for the positive. Our first example today, Over in the left corner, weighing in at Linguistics pounds… . wearing facts, talks, and debates WE HAVVVE NOOoooOOoooOAM CHOOOOMMMMMMMMMMSKY.
So we have that at our disposition. Noam Chomsky is a scholar and MIT professor I think. And he takes a topic, studies it, analyzes it, go to the place or countries being affected, does more research, and then shares his collected information. There’s so much available truth being ignored and being kept hush hush to the general public. But there’s so many Noam Chomsky fans, appreciators, that it could be cult. Like Star Wars or something. But for good reason, so check some out if you can. The second link, in crazy cool, but check it for yourself. Hopefully it works. It worked for me, but then all of the sudden stopped? ? ? I dunno. The link is really not working for me now. The homepage is www.nw0.info In the right corner. Speakin about war and poverty, wearing sandles, green, and beads… . kkkkkKKKAAAAAAAaaAaaaAYY NAANNNNNN.
He’s the dusty foot philosopher, which means, in his words. A man who talks about what is beyond the clouds the way an educated person would, but who is poor and has not read books and still talks about what is beyond the clouds with perfect accuracy. That’s a dusty foot philosopher.He comes hard and quick. But yo. I gotta bust outta here. Sorry to cut it short, but my bro just rolled up from outta town, and it’s time to shine. Have a good weekend all. LiL! ! .. . .everyone else! !.. . .the whole world and everyone I Love! ! ! Peace ya. One Love for ALL.
// I tried postin this late friday afternoon, and it just showed up right now. What up. Monday's suck so bad sometimes. -JuleZ
Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole block staring I will never understand this society, first they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies flee when they see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While I'm starin at the world through my rearview see I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While I'm starin at the world through my rearview They got me starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die we Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers They got me starin at the world through my rearview
- Tupac (Staring Through My Rearview)
Now I love this song. LOVE this song. LOVE this SONG. But it wasn’t till right now that I realize his hook is sayin ”Go on baby scream to GOD, he can’t hear you”.. .. .I always thought he was sayin CAN hear you! ! ! that kinda sucks, but I think I’ll keep singin along to it like that still. And for real I know GOD can hear us. Our every thought and feelin, but he gives us complete choice to do whatever is within our ability to do, so we don’t usually do God’s will, but rather our own and so the world is messed.
But still yet. I’m proud to be a catholic, but I won’t exclude anyone ever. And I wish for other people to be as inclusive with me as well, but Catholics have been marred the same way Muslims and Cubans have been by ignorant, non-tolerant points of view that arise from hidden to full force media propaganda. This is being perpetrated to get people to ignore the true facts about certain key topics and rather than disseminate information and have intellectual conversation, enlightening people with history and facts, the name of the game is to fly a few high banners with misrepresenting verbage and get the population to polarize. Giving dominion to the non sensitive, arrogant, greedy by supplying them with endless banter and unfocused reason. This is obvious, and only swallowed by some. But it’s also unspoken, and needs to be passed on to light candles of hope and bring good news to our broken sisters and brothers.
Sound the trumpets. We’s bringin some noise! ! ! Everybody speak on it yo!
"If everyone who wants to see an end to poverty, hunger and suffering speaks out, then the noise will be deafening. Politicians will have to listen."- Archbishop Desmond Tutu
.. . . to all of the people out there with their hearts broken. It sucks. But Life is a Beautiful Struggle.
I don't usually post full songs, but here's the full lyrics to Let Me See remix by Talib Kwali and Morcheeba.
[Talib Kweli] Ay yo the prophet is without honor In your own country, people swear that you ain't shit because they know your mama So much drama at the crib it ain't fit to live And that survival of the fittest shit will split your wig Cats master doin' bits of illegitimate kids is splitin' dutches Dealin' with the physical and caught up in his clutches My way of life bum-rushes pullin' no punches Silence is golden and all I'm hearin' is hushes, when I'm shinin' MC's pay attention I rise like a ascention see more than three dimension to the situation we facin receivin energy So you see who your friend and who your enemy
[Morcheeba]
Crashin back down to earth I've found We can love Oh let me see All of the places I can be Oh let me know All of the places where we can go
[Talib Kweli]
Yo we rock on shed like light the break of dawn Stand strong like the words in God's song B-Boys, make some noise and B-Girls, rock the world and
[Morcheeba]
Falling apart right from the start Crawling round Oh let me see all of the place that I can be Oh let me know all of the places where we can go
[Talib Kweli]
A blind man feels the wickedest taste is exquisite He can hear me lound and clear and smell fear in the air Without sight he gains in-sight and lets me see his true self not what he wants me to precive him to be Preception is deception Without the facts you keep guessin That's the image in the mirror so we Eternal Reflection Forever manifestin' the cleverness in the lesson Dropin' with authority with no doubt, no question Yo my man's blazin' more cheeba Blowin' out like speakers Keepin' y'all open wide like receivers We rock on shed like light the break of dawn And we stand strong like the words in God's song c'mon
[Morcheeba]
Show us how to stand up stong Waitin' for you takes so long Shadows leave us standing naked We can't fake it Oh let me see all of the places that I can be Oh let me know all of the places where we can go
[Talib Kweli]
B-Boys, make some noise and B-Girls, rock the world and B-Girls, rock the world and c'mon and Pick it up yes and we put it down, yes we put it down Another Hi-Tek production Talib Kweli, MCs ain't got nothin' Blaze up... more cheeba, more cheeba Cheeba, everybody say cheeba, everybody cheeba
That’s what they say. Every single muthafuckin day.
Well.. . it’s not Dre Day today, but I was thinking more along the lines of is he alive? Is he alive?? Any curious bloke or loving fan has inevitably come across this question as a part of a conversation or in meditation of this hero. I never new that Pac was alive until sometime in 1997 while ridin in the back seat of my homebro’s ride as he was pumpin All Eyes On Me constantly. First impression, and ride or die, East and West, watch your mouth, pay your respect. Pac died on Friday the 13, September 1996.. . . supposedly, and maybe. For years and years I knew deep in my hear that he was alive. It was all to obvious with what everyone said about the missing information around his death, how supposedly there never was an autoposy and no one saw his dead body and there’s no pictures and he was incinerated or buried the very next day and how he changed his name to Makaveli, who was some guy from the past who faked his own death, and how he depicted himself being crucified which implies life after death. . . . or never having been dead at all. And at that time, the popular belief among the people I knew and what I heard is that he was hidin out cuz there was just too much heat and it wasn’t worth it, cuz he had everything he wanted and just wanted to chill. And that at his convenience he would resurface and punk all the suckers and he would reign with greatness. We all know how cool that would be. But looking at things in this way is not understanding of his beliefs and ideals and what he was leading up to in his struggle for social reform and fair equity to all that were being held down in an ongoing way through many methods of black oppression. I don’t know what his vision was exactly, and I don’t think he had just one, but it was along the lines of the black people of America uniting and taking what was rightfully theirs because they were never going to be handed it. This brought him to issues of gang violence, drugs, hatred of women, and the deeper more sublte topics of heartbreak, friendship, family, and life. And from what I understand, his persona was a reflection of his environment and is not a glamorization, but rather an authentically hard gangster life. So he would also speak extensively on the game, women, men, and other things related. He had a very kind and beautiful soul, and was devoted to God and his fellow man.
As for me… . . I think he’s dead.
I’ve only seen two documentaries on Pac, and one of them only once. Resurrection is one, and I don’t know the name of the other, but it had him mom and some of the OutlawZ on it. And it was watchin that second documentary and hearing his mom, Afeni Shakur, speak on it. She was like, people are always speculating if he’s alive or not. Whether he really died. What they don’t understand and what they don’t know is that if he was still alive he would not be hiding somewhere in hidin biting his tongue watchin everythin take place. He would be in the center of the spotlight shootin his mouth.
And with that I was like, yup. He would be. I guess he’s dead. And that was all it took for me. Since then I found his poetry and have heard more of his music and have loved him even more. I pray for his soul to go to heaven. And yeah, I think he would be chin checkin left and right if he was around. And it’s sad to think of him as dead, but it’s not to look at his lasting effect. And so he lives on. May God have mercy on all our souls, and may you rest in peace Tupac Amaru Shakur. June 16, 1971 – September 13, 1996.
[2Pac] Now I clown around when I hang around with the Underground Girls use to frown, say I'm down, when I come around gas me and when they pass me they use to diss me harrass me, but now they ask me if they can kiss me Get some fame, people change, wanna live they life high same song, can't go wrong, if I play the nice guy [shock G] clamin that they must have changed, just because we came strong [2Pac] I remain, still the same [Shock G] why Tu'? [2Pac] cause it's the same song
- Tupac (Same Song)
oh! This is a treat, especially to hear and not just read!! This is the first song Tupac ever rhymed on, and after that he just never went away. This is when he was back up dancer and random task guy for Digital Underground and they gave him a chance to spit a verse. He killed it, and you can watch that part of the music video in the Pac documentary "Tupac Resurrection".. .. Such a good movie and a really good Soundtrack, except for the last half of the last song with fifty. and Eminem is also pretty good in one of the songs, but he's ok. I like him, but I really don't feel the way he's all over Tupac's work. He take away from Tupac's music, rather then adding to it, and I really didn't like the way he had Obie Trice and friends on the Loyal To the Game Album. That's why I haven't listened to that album much, but I'll probably give it another chance again. There still great new Tupac songs on that album. Anyways. Hopez youz enjoyz. Laterz.
I'm young, but not that young. And likewise old. What's told is bold, never clever thoughts bought. nor sold. One Life. One Love.One End. One Begining.
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