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.
20051031
What da deal??
So what’s the deal?? Being for real?? Expressing what I think And what I truly feel?? Every layer that I peel leaves vulnerable exposure. So to feel adequate I always search for some closure But in one sense or another I couldn’t be no further There’s feelingz I resist Cuz my thoughts can’t co-exist A weird melody of emotions And notions Regarding everything around me There’s bitterness and hatred Please! don’t let them surround me if they get too close I’m toast Cuz it’s revenge I hate the most Dealing back what you get Is only met With more regret So I’ll forget the last line And let things heal with time I climb On top of other people Carrying others It just seems all too feeble I’m and Able …… ……. Body and soul In a fable.. .. ……. .. with a rabbit and a hole A smiling cat Looking right at me A big top hat Offering me more tea What do I see?? Superficial Reality! What do I see?? Hesitation and anxiety! Who can I be When I barely get reality I’m just an actor Playing out my part But I’m a bad actor So I’m falling right apart I won’t truly express It’ll just depress you And It’ll depress me too Maybe I don’t have a clue And should relax But even that comes with a tax The facts were never hidden In our lives They’re given straight, Just surrounded all by lies I really do care And make my best effort to share I hear Mr. Intentional As my words of accusation And what’s a trip Is me and Lauren have got Absolutely No relation I do everything With only good thoughts in mind Just don’t put me on repeat Or too often rewind I’m kind I think But pushed off the brink There’s not even time to blink Let alone think I just react So I’m short Or plain whack On attack I’ll strike Before you strike me I need So much humility My token ego Is broken And I don’t want it back But it returns Fiery hot As it burns The pride is inside And I alwayz try to hide Rather than show off Maybe it was better to be numb to the pain Wasn’t so much of a drain Or a strain All I have to offer is a smile And a kind word Sometimes I have money But to offer is absurd Word? Yeah! Haven’t you heard?? In this world You offer kindly money And they’ll think it’s really funny I know that it’s an escape (herbz) but there’s not much I can do without a cape
- JuleZ (October 6, 2003)
I wrote this on my lunch break two years ago, after I had been reading poem after poem out of The Rose that Grew From the ConCreTe. I was able to tap right into what I was feelin and put it in rhyme. I think that this was formally the fist rap I ever wrote down and the one I’ve shared the most when I rap for people. It still remains pretty true to my outlook and way of living, but not so much for the actin whack and on attack, and feelin owned by my ego. I’ve been able to overcome that since, but those are very big elements of my life at that point in history and so if I ever perform this song or record it, I don’t think I’ll take that outta the song. I’ll talk more about each line next time I get a chance cuz there’s so much meaning to who I am and my transformation as a being. It fuckin runz deep. But nEwayZ I hope everyone is doin weLL and that he woRLd wiLL change for the BeTTer one daY.
I really wanna post but I have absolutely no time for everything, and this webLog is a representation that sometimes things just have to give. I proposed to have daily lyrics to have that as a minimum, but to only have someone else's lyrics posted all week wasn't my intentions either, regardless of how dope they are. They're intended to be complimentary material to the real posts, so tomorrow is a new day, and I'll try and bring it. but shit needs to get done, so I'm doin it. Peace ya, and word SeaWeed, I feel ya. LiLz... . .I'm tryin. Peace and Love to everyone.
I wish to post a lot more real content, but life just izn’t cooperating. Here’s today’s tounge tied Tuesday, words from Mumia, and somthin from Makaveli the Don Killuminati.
I guess to America I'm a disaster A slave that was destined to own his masters Independent in every single sense of the word I say what I want, you fuckin little sensitive herb This is America, I thought we had freedom of speech But now you want try to control the way that I speak And O'Reilly you think that you a patriot? You ain't nothing but a motherfuckin racist bitch Fulla hatred, pressin a button trying to inject me But I ain't got no motherfuckin deal with Pepsi No corporate sponser telling me what to do Asking me to tone it down during the interview Tryin' to minimize the issue, but I'm keeping it large I love the place that I live, but I hate the people in charge Speakin is hard when you got strings attached So I'm a say it for you cause I ain't got none o' that And if you didn't understand what I spit at your brain Aiyyo son, let this little nigga explan:
[Pinocchio] I got no strings to hold be down To make me fret or make me frown I had strings, but now I'm free I got no strings on me
To think about the origins of hip hop in this culture and also about homeland security is to see that there are at the very least two worlds in America. One of the well-to-do and the struggling. For if ever there was the absence of homeland security it is seen in the gritty roots of hip hop. For the music arises from a generation that feels with some justice that they have been betrayed by those who came before them. That they are at best tolerated in schools, feared on the streets, and almost inevitably destined for the hell holes of prison. They grew up hungry, hated and unloved. And this is the psychic fuel that seems to generate the anger that seems endemic in much of the music and poetry. One senses very little hope above the personal goals of wealth and the climb above the pit of poverty. In the broader society the opposite is true, for here more than any place on earth wealth is more wide spread and so bountiful. What passes for the middle class in America could pass for the upper class in most of the rest of the world. They're very opulent and relative wealth makes the insecure. And homeland security is a governmental phrase that is as oxymoronic, as crazy as saying military intelligence, or the U.S Department of Justice. They're just words that have very little relationship to reality. And do you feel safer now? Do you think you will anytime soon? Do you think duck tape and Kleenex and color codes will make you safer? From Death row this is Mumia Abu Jamal
- Mumia (off of the Album Revolutionary voL 2, by the artist Immortal Technique)
They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harrassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands up, throw me up against tha wall Didn't do a thing at all I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete Coppers try to kill me But they didn't know this was tha wrong street Bang bang, down another casualty But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality Who do you blame? It's a shame because tha mans slain He got caught in tha chains of his own game How can i feel guilty after all tha things they did to me Sweated me, hunted me Trapped in my own community One day i'm gonna bust Blow up on this society Why did ya lie to me ? I couldn't find a trace of equality Work me like a slave while they laid back Homie don't play that It's time i lett'em suffer tha payback I'm tryin to avoid physical contact I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack They got me trapped
Rizzzo.. . . Philly know's his name aLL too weLL!!!
Ooooh. I didn’t want to post these lyrics, but because I didn’t want to, I am. I feel so repulsed, pissed, and hurt and just overall uncomfortable, but I know it’s a reality and that Pac chose to make this song, so I’m keeping it real versus feelin good and forgetting my feelings. We have to keep shit uncomfortable because it’s a fantasy bullshit lie to think otherwise. Who wants to know about a police man killing a baby in front of his mother by stomping on him with his boot??!! (Read it all, or look 7 paragraphs down!!) No one. But the atrocity against humanity is real!! And deserves attention outta respect and love for those who are imprisoned by hate, sexism, or RaciSm. By anything!! It’s hard to have compassion if we don’t understand and so it’s sooo critical to find the truth, and once found be true to it. Peace Angelique.
I grew up in a home where no-one liked me Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight me Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress Just another pest, and yes I was nervous Blood sensor tests, I just don't deserve this I wanna tell mom, but would she listen She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix in So... now I lay me down to sleep Lord don't let him rape me If he does my soul to keep Don't let the devil take me Can't concentrate I contemplate in my classroom Thinkin how my step dad, raped me in the bathroom Every day I make class, and yet I'm missing periods The thought of pregnancy is in my head and now I'm fearing it I gotta tell mom, before she sees me I told her how he G'd me, and she didn't believe me Callin me a slut cuz my butt's kinda big so Still that ain't no way to be talkin to your kids though I can't believe the way you call it Gotta believe in him, and dissin her own daughter Time for me to break and find another That's when I discovered The ways of the days of a part time mutha
- Angelique (verse 2, Part Time Mutha from 2pacalypse)
There’s nothing left to guess about water abuse in the west. We better start living with less, cuz by 2025 the world’ll be a water stress mess. Yes, what’s best is less loss cuz the cost is great. Shall we state our fate so you may relate to the decisions you make and what’ll happen if you wait? Canada has 20 to 25% of the world’s fresh water. The importance of this will not miss as the world gets hotter. Ask a father, a daughter, a mother, or brother, about seeing a human being die every 14 seconds for lack of physical contact with what’s held back behind our sink. Let’s now think about this next link. 100% of our cities have access while 81% of Afghan cities lack this, and the exactness of this whackness isn’t resented, but the need is presented as we see that biology will only keep man free of death, and with breath, for 5 days without hydrogenated oxygen. So why are we dumping toxins in? Let’s talk again with our government about conservation versus commodification. You say “Talk again? When, then, was the first time?” Ah-huh!! No public accountability for the unsustainablity when used with oil, industrial farming of the soil, massive damn devastation, or mass deforestation. What we’re facin’ is the death of a nation because some people are making money off our lives. Protecting corporate interest, while pretending to serve the public. But the earth is a princess, it goes without speaking that we love it. But do we? Do our actions reflect our introspect?
This is the mission out a small time thing Let me tell you bout what happened when the phone went I was chillin' at the crib with this girl named Wise She was kissin' my brain, caressin' my third eye When the phone rang, I couldn't believe it Told myself to forget it, ignore it, leave it But just when things started goin' great It rang again, I said hold up, wait Picked up the phone, "Yeah who the hell is this?" Somebody said, "This is serious business Hip hop is dyin' it's all Darth Vader So pick up your mic and swing your light sabre." The Skywalker, the fly talker from the T-dot We got, beats and lyrics to get you up Kick in the door, wavin' my ASR Who got my back? In fact it's Figure Four I keep it raw, cross the city just like gore Rappers are claimin' to be hardcore But never no more
I’ve been given so much In a rush It’s touched me I’m waiting for it to run out But no doubt It still comes Runz Right by my side A galaxy wide Why do I deserve anything When I’m off note Don’t know the words And can’t sing My wing scares me it flaps too loud and I get confused between accepting the gifts and thinking I’m proud even my breath is too loud silence is not golden it doesn’t exist cuz I can’t resist thinking I can think myself Blinking Winking Sinking with style On the brink of a piLe of nothing So what But naught Is the fear Of flying?? Dieing?? And the second wing pops With a PoP As I drop And am caught In a Shocking Sudden Suspension Not levitating But a surprising attention To my bodily retention By unanticipated Automated Flapping feathery attachments OH! The gifts just come I’m out done And Undone Appreciate and Wait but I don’t believe In fate So I hate To take What I make As predestination So Little hesitation Even less Anticipation Just history Visionz And What I’m facin Like the woRd GOD Used With lower casing Not stating ONE Created aLL For aLL Let the words sink in “It’s last caLL" so light last matches and hope it catches big cuz after the fire from this little twig it will no longer be there for you it will no longer be there for me only as part of our memory I can’t bear to be stiLL, can you?? What should we do?? And how should we view What’s due To a few billionz Williamz To bee and buzz Or not With the drugz 8 hour hugz The present is a gift And Common Sense, I wanna Be
Watch me flip and rip On the freedom tip Open your mind See the point of the ice pick I stand tall While my brothers Still choose to crawl Black power, it’s in effect yall But you don't understand You're still a slave to the man Prepare for revolution Some sucker say we're free I gotta disagree Half my posse's in the penitentiary So I'm a drop and kick the science With defiance Because I have no alliance With suckas who choose Not to act Black When they are Black Get out my face with that You better ease back Cause Mandela did 27 hard ones Not in a windowed room But in a barred one While his wife had tears in her eyes The man is a hero He needs a Nobel Prize But that will never happen So I'm gonna keep rappin' Freein' my brothers' minds From their entrapment To silence the Ice, they'll probably Put a bullet in me But I'm prepared to die And Mandela's free!
They finally did it (whats that?) They stole the mic i grip Now that its Gone (whats wrong?) I'm feelin' tired and sick (How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long When i woke up (what happened brotha?) My Microphone was gone First I paniced (how?) I put the cops on the case But they was stumped (damn) Without a clue or a trace So as sure a smoking cigarettes is bad for your health If i want my microphone back i'll do it my self So I picked up the phone (For what?) I called Dizzy (Whats up?) My Mics gone (Wurd?) Lets get Busy Before I told Dizzy what I wanted to Do He was over at my house with the TMS crew He said (Word is out on every mouth on the street Now that its gone its not long 'til your beat) And then it hit me (DAMNNN) I got a battle at 6 With out my microphone I'm guaranteed to get whipped Ya might think its unbelievable But word to the strength When it comes to rockin rhymes Im a musical nimth They Gave me other mics But yo it wasn't no use I tried to rock it (one-two one-two) But I couldn't get loose I said forget it Ya microphone or not And I got to do this Give it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?) It'd be the first time I lost But if I beat 'em it'd finally prove that I'm the boss I grabbed my leather jacket Walked through the streets Was hopin and payin Strictly dope won't get beat I begin to get hyped I was ready to fight Yo I was confident that I win To hell with the mic! I hop on to the stage Dizzy started the beat The sucka shivered Because he tasted defeat Then I signaled to Dizzy Bust a rhyme wit my head Perpetrator fell back (HA!) And then he was dead I was happy as hell 'Cause I was lucky that night Put my hand in my pocket And there was my mic haha
Fresh Feminine Beauty is brought to us by Jean Grae, and I didn’t even know until I looked up the lyrics to this song. *SeaWeed* recommended her to me the other day and ever since I’ve seen her all over the place, and in this song particularily I’v been listening to the Roots latest album the Tipping point the last few days and this song I’m always down with cuz of the meaning behind the chorus. We all want something to be done about something, and it’s so nice when someone does it for us, or gives us our role to do, but reality is.. . that someone (or a group of people too right) has to be the one organizing the shit and makin sure that shit goes down. Someone has to look back at the events and see how things could’ve played out differently. Somebody has to be there to answer for shit, be the mark for the enemy (this isn’t totally necessary, but necessarily ends up happenin all the time), someone has to do a whole bunch of fucked up shit so that spoons dips into the milk, grabs some cereal, and gets into the mouth. What I’m sayin.. . what they sayin iz:
Somebody's gotta be there when it gets ugly Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it Somebody's gotta come up with a plan And be there when the shit hits the fan I hope ya'll out there understand Look man it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it
Mic malevolence defies violence I inherited Others just rentin' it like rooms at the Sheraton I gotta jones like Vanessa in the devil in- And y'all cold like a show in the Netherlands Cold shoulders and frozen aortic valves – So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different Gifted – use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell They'll just richochette nigga aura's hard as hell Before there was ain't hard to tell The mic's cycle coincided right with mine as well Since a minor I walked with the spine upstraight I learned to rhyme to feed the dinner plate I scraped barrel – even dined up on wine and steaks Cuz in the bone same marrow that apartheid chased The narrow margin with the haves and the have nots Will get smaller as I approach – so watch your stash box Fox logo if your fave is local Get bruised till you're the color of the Laker's logo This is work niggas
So fo’ three throw thurzit comin runnin with one on the beat talking with his mouth, one nasty ass rapper, and one durty mouf. DougE Fresh, Nastradamus, and Luda doin that thing that Virgo’s do. This is totally a song I put on repeat and try my best to rap along to. Now that I’ve seen the lyrics maybe I’ll do a bit of a better job now. I’m so known for singin along to songs without knowing a single word. . .. what can I say… . I like to sing. These guys have a mastery over their style and they kik it old school with this twisted with their unique freshNess
[Nas] Uh, she says some life is too hard She says that she wanna come build and with the god Promise me that she gonna play her part Cuz what I spit gets straight to her heart And she damn fine, feet hammertime Damn if I mind Long as the butt bubble in back of your waistline I don't waste time, I gotta GET GET on it Just you and me, two glasses sip on Patron and In the club scene where I met Miss Green Eyes She walked by asking me "Are you Nas?" "Why?" "If you was I'd be totally TWI" "What's that?" "Totally With It. T-W-I" "Ha, well here I am" "Yep, I'm the man" "Bartender, put a Cosmo in that girl hand" So here we standin' before I begin Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem Tongue skills, yea I like that Now we on the right track Straight to my Phantom called 'Africa Black' Ever since then, she been yappin' her track Told her friends now they hollerin' behind her back Sing
[Ludacris] Now I was so fresh and so fly in diamonds When I stepped up in the club even my eyes was shinin, "bling!" A little cute thing said, "What's your name?" I put my necklace in her face and told her "Read the chain" UUMP, UUMP some stuck up Told me "Shut the fuck up" BLA-OW Ludacris is in the HA-OOO-OUSE The needle hit the record, they was playin this song All the ladies hit the floor and it was uh-uh on Live forever like 'Fame', let the Leroys dance While I'm laid back chillin in my b-boy stance Could be a little pop lockin if your girl's tops droppin But watch for cock blockin all my coochie stock options But later for that ASDAQ throw 'em on the fast track Make 'em swip-swap Nasty N.A.S pass that Honey in the black cuz I'm feelin her curves She looked down and what I had And said WA-WA-Word Why only serve one when we can serve up two Then at the bachelor's pad doin what the Virgos do And these women so shy, but get loud undercover So we can have sex, but I can't be your lover! Sing
There this song on De La Souls album ‘Art Official Intelligence’ and it comprised of three two verses and then the next song is something that sounds like bucket drumming and someone freestylin trying to sound life Phife Dog. So the first verse is this girl called Indeed and she kicks it with really tight flow and fun story telling. I really LoVe singing along to this song as loud as I can while I’m driving or dancing in my room. Oh!! Did I mention the killer beat that jumps in like two lines into her rapping.. . .. THAT’s what kiLLs me the most I think. I’m such a beat junKie!!
So peep it – you see this girl who been poppin MAD shit about you So I want you to get into it a little bit I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that
[Indeed] I was sittin on my lunchbreak, grittin my teeth It's the last day of the week, Man what a relief My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff so I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff That's when I seen her, steppin out a rented yellow Beemer This local ghetto Fame rap cat her name was Tina She was braggin she was goin on tour The same shit She was screamin since the year before Ever since the De La Soul vi-de-o, she seen me on the TV Heard that she was holdin a grudge and tryin to see me Workin underground circuits and mad cyphers of people When she asked who was ill, all she got was Indeed She wanna battle (what?!!) and it wasn't hard to tell All that I was thinkin bout was tryin to smoke my L I had four hours left And I was tired as hell Plus it was 12:55 almost time for the bell She had an ill screwface mug, frontin like she know Joe Gangsta bitch profile, boppin like allegro Forty-below Timbos, fatigues saggin Pullin all her money out her pocket while she's braggin on her gold fronts with her name on it Her ice finger roll hand g-low while she claim fame on it I peeped the steez then I crushed her with ease just for interruptin me while I was rollin my trees
Our separation from each other ‘s lives is only more greatly magnified as we inspect the callousness we, as Canadians, have to the needs of everyone living south of the U.S. There is no comprehension of what people’s common struggles are, how their current reality came to be, and what their aspirations are. Yet we do catch flashes of pain and necessity and at times we are inspired to help and do.
But what would we do differently and how would our lives change if we saw the direct connection with our lifestyle and their livelihood?? Our livelihood and their lifestyle??
As we work to help and improve the situation of others, we are ignorant to oppression, imperialism, and are blinded by stereotypes and misinformation.
The majority of our citizens see South America, the Caribbean, and Latin America as nothing more than a warm getaway, that’s inexpensive, exotic, and has some local poor. There is no sense of responsibility or regard for the deeply rooted poverty. We are not visibly held accountable by anyone, and we do not feel the guilt for their suffering and exploitation. Yet we try and provide relief and offer solutions. Yet we try and give people reasons for why they should give of their time and wealth.
Unbiased, objective reporting on Latin America will begin to draw people into the realization that not only do we have a role to play in the future of Latin America, we currently ‘are’ playing a role in Latin America that is intertwined in privatization, corruption, genocide, and exploitation. Reality is, that this is true. Awakening to this is unpleasant and highly undesirable, but as our world keeps shrinking to the size of one city all things will become more evident. As important as our connection with the earth we will be drawn to the mirror and will see our connection as living beings.
Our response to such a discovery will be dictated by our maturity, compassion, responsibility, and our will to live.
Unforgivingly, the misrepresentation of how we have, and are still trying to dominate over all the races in Latin America gives us a false sense of what our duty is, and how we may actually change for the better. We have minimal compassion, little understanding of what, and why.
The significance of true reporting on the dreams and the future of Latin America goes beyond the latest fashion trends, sports statistics, and space shuttle voyages. We must demand the authentic representation of people’s voices from over 50 countries. We need to create a culture of understanding, connection, and hope. We so badly need to open our eyes, ears, and heart and begin to work towards living as an ideal global community filled with respect and dignity, equality and justice. We are moving towards a singular community, let it be one that will reflect all good learned from our history.
I don’t frown But my head is down My teeth are clenched And I’m drenched in sweat My eyes are squinted As new thought are invented The tears are runnin But my fingers ain’t fumbling Legs catchin up To the runaway train It been hijacked (and from my prespective) it all seems in vain on collision course with its tail hear the wail of the poor No decision worse Than the hail To the fail of the sure Meca-robots Programmed With cool slang And A colored tour Maybe faux dreads And nice allure “Baby, I make ends yeah I lie, but I’m pure” Fedz and a Prez Who spreadz the same lies Have hi-jacked our train Shit Hi-jacked our lives We’re poppin rivets From the tracks And will rebuild Once it collapse But will we relapse To halves Who have And have not Animal Farm Fraudulant Pigs* Who once knew but forgot what they sought hard after laughter.. .. . isn’t it all about the after life?? Not if you got wonderful kids And a wife Not if you have will to live n build this life accepting the gift that we’re each a star past the clouds not counterfeit consumer junkies just lookin for more WoWz.
- JuLez (October 11, 2005)
* Dead Prez has a song called Animal Farm, and it’s totally based on George Orwell’s book, Animal Farm, and they have this part when the Pigs announce to all of the Farm Animals that now that they had been liberated, the pigs we’re going to be in charge, and that at that point the horse says you fraudulent pigs, we know you’re fuckin style, and he cuts his tongue off.
What it is... wHat iT iS.. . wHaT it Is.. . WhaT iT Is
The Mos BeauTfuL BoogeY Man
Straight off of Kanye College Dropout Album, Mos Def bring it with two, and a few times three, words. It might leave your tongue tied, and it might not, but what is clear is.. . . everybody MOVE.
Two words, United States, no love, no brakes Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, black folks Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy capsules Presidential scandals, everybody MOVE
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this Game ball, lock shit, dump off, cock shit We won't stop shit, everybody MOVE Two words, BK , NY, Bedstuy Two hawks, too hungry, too many, that's why These streets know game, can't ball, don't play Every traffic, one lane, everybody MOVE
Two words, Mos Def, black check, hot shit Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got this Game point lock, long pump cocked We won't stop, everybody MOVE
I took out the Chorus throughout, but left it in once at the end, and the opening line 'Pac, you certified crazy' is some guy named Governor, and he also does most of the hook with Pac speakin over it. This song is crazy and I don't know what album it's off of, or what the real original beat even is, cuz I've heard so many different versions of it. But in my mind, the original beat is sampled and almost exactly like "Just The Two of Us.. . . (we can make it if we try.. .. " or whover they sampled it off of themselves. That same version is pretty scratchy, raw, and unfinished. It's sounds so gOod! ! !
Pac You certified crazy
[2Pac] I got to work with what you gave me Claiming' I'm a criminal and you the one that made me They got me trapped in this slavery now I'm lost in this Holocaust headed for my grave G I told Sam he could fuck the war and got a busted jaw for sayin' fuck the law and if you wonder why I'm mad check the record What's a nigga got to do to get respected? Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested And if I don't say yes a nigga's quick to get arrested That's the reason I stay zested I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin' restless Walk around ready to light shit up And since my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts Buck, buck is the sound as I move up Other niggas pay attention when I'm fool, bust They make a nigga be a killer I used to be a dealer But they wanted to see who's realer Now them same mothafuckas wanna murder me And I wonder If the Lord ever heard of me -uh I need loot so I'm doin' what I do And don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes There was no other destiny to choose I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' nigga blues
Poppa need brand new shoes but what the fuck can a nigga do My little boy got to eat too So why must I sock a fella Just to live large like Rockafella? And did you ever stop to think I'm old enough to go to war But I ain't old enough to drink Cops want to hit me with the book And you're hooked on my I don't give a fuck look Make your rules I'm a break 'em No matter how much you make 'em You show me bacon I'm a take 'em So don't you ever tempt me I'm a fool for mine Nigga and my pockets stay empty to my brothers In the barrio You livin' worse than the niggas In the ghetto so I give a fuck about your language or complexion You got love from the niggas in my section Got love, you got problems with the punk police Don't run from the chumps get the pump from me We ain't free I'll be damned if I played a trick For a blonde hair blue-eyed Caucasian Bitch Down with my homeboy Rich Fuck a snitch and a groupie ass bitch And the nigga with a cellular phone Leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone -That ain't right And you wonder why we blazin' niggas Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the niggas -What's up kid And they bound to be fuckups too Drinkin' forties of brew singin' nigga blues
Why did you slang crack -Cause I had to Why did you pack straps -Cause I had to Why did you jack the scratch -Cause I had to A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent
Can't you see, we're raised to all be thugs Make's us do the things we do Got to let a Outlaw make moves -A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent
I got home last night around 10:30 with a really close friend of mine and I was showing him the graffiti I’ve been putting down on my fence, and it works really well cuz my fence is white, and one of my friends left me with blue, yellow, black, and white spray. So we get to doin shit, and then 20minutes later it was just getting cold so we ran into the house and chilled right out for a couple hours, and on the way back out he told me to try and analyze the graff he’d thrown up and one of the things I said is that it looked like a drawn bow that was shooting up into the sKy. So I’m drivin my homeBro home and I start telling him a bit about my blog and how I have MakaveliMonday and FreshFemaleFriday and I was goin through that cuz he was just telling me the other day about some mad girl emcee by the name of FrEe whose on Canibus’ album, and I wanted him to tell me more about her cuz even though I don’t know her, she sure sounded FreSh. So starts spittin some of her lines and one of them was ‘stranglin niggas with my bow’ and it was then I decided that yeah. I would feature her sKiLLz just on my bro’s recommendation and lookin at her rhymes, I know she’s tight. So I’ma do my homework, and try and get her music, and hopefully you’ve heard her on the Can-I-Bus album, and already dig her!!
Free Be the one rockin shit, special operatives Specializin in weapon diagnostics My survival tactics be drastic, like Rambo I'm stranglin niggaz with my bow and arrow elastic Whoever said you couldn't be five feet and thoroughbred never witnessed the cerebal cortex in my head How many gigabytes does your hard drive hold? or does your hard drive fold once the signal hits the node? Beyond mission control the theory behind your thought Marie Antoinette, behead me, I still rock While you choke and suffocatin off your own testosterone I'm known for breakin levels down to the values unknown A specimen with extraterrestrial estrogen kick your intestines in, sell your testicles to Mexicans I bring the force like a nutcracker Annihilate rhyme hackers, Navy Seal linebacker The last Oedipus remains, Unclaimed So if you buck against Free you better tattoo your name on your teeth – I disintegrate those that oppose Disintegrate hoes with they assholes in they nose I suppose you wanna run your mouthlike a castagnette I put bitch niggaz to rest in the bitch bassinet
the best Tribe called Quest. I think it's three members, but I'm really not sure. I'm having a hard time with that. I also thought that the Roots were three, but it seems that they're not. .. . I dunno. but here we go, here we go, I'm a let if flow, Tribe called Quest. .. . needs no intro.... .
Honey, check it out you got me mesmerized With your black hair and fat-ass thighs Street poetry is my everyday But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way If I was workin at the club you would not pay Aiyyo, my man Phife Diggy, he got somthin to say
I like em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Hatian Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation Told you in the jam that We Can Get Down Now let's Knock the Boots like the group H-Town You got BBD all on your bedroom wall But I'm Above the Rim and this is how I ball A pretty little something on the New York street This is how I represent over this here beat Talkin bout you
Yo, I took you out But sex was on my mind for the whole damn route My mind was in a frenzy and a horny state But I couldn't drop dimes Cause you couldn’t relate
Here a couple of really nice things. One is ThiS. which i'm not sure what it is, but it seems to be a lot of Tupac's work with some guest interludes and maybe new remixes or something. I'm just in the middle of downloading it, but already I'm passin it on, cuz I think it's goin to be fresh. Comes to us, courtesy of BennY. And the next is a follow up to mighty Mos deF. He made asong recently called Katrina Klap. and you can watch it heRe. it's straight political, and really speaks for itself.
So there's this one Mos Def song where he starts up rapping and then right away gets interrupted by this little voice who sounds kinda youngish and totally digitized. just like the voice in Kanye's song School Spirit. And So Mos blows him off and keeps on rhyming and this 'kid' just keeps on jumpin on him and dissin him, so Mos and him converse some, and they end up respecting each other. The beat is so old school, it, to me, izz old schoOL. It's too fuckin sweet and the rhymes rrrrip it. This is halfway into the song:
You see my name is Mos Def and my style will never pest Brown skinned body-rocking MC I got the black zodiac and you know it's never whack Sagitarius Definatley You see it's me and lyricist and we're getting serious about to make another hit I tell your homeboy chill cuz' his style ain't ill but it's straight up counterfeit
You seeI'm fast or bent orSweet then bullet and when I'm on the set All the hip-hop fans just raise they hands because the one and only mighty Mos Def You see I come into the party in a 'B-Boy' stance I rock the mic so viciously So all the real 'B-boys' and real 'B-Girls' never know others better than me
[Voice] I said heyMos Def you can't steal the show You ain't the only MC out here with flow I'm the Pro-Castro and I'm letting you know That I get on the mic and go toe to toe
[Mos Def] Well cool young brother and just slow you role Cuz' your arm's to shook to have mic control See I get on the mic and jump off your case You best get out my face and stay in a child's place
[Voice] See I get on the mic because I know I can And I'm fresher than you because I know I am So when I jump on the stage you better step back Because your name is Mos Def but you're really Mos Whack
[Mos Def] Uh listen up little brother you ain't grown The sun is going down you need to take you butt home And don't come outside with your whack freestyle You should have kept it in the house like Debbie Galler When I grab the microphone people scream my name The ain't no sesame street this is a grown-man's lane See you best heed my words and listen up Or I'm a tell your momma to whip your butt
[Voice] Well you ain't my daddy and I'm letting you know That you can't tell me when it's time to go See I get on the mic and show you what it's about Cuz' even my momma said knock you out
[Mos Def] Well if you didn't know baby boy I'm a tell ya You need to learn to respect your elders But since you here And you think you got skill Then get on the mic and show your real
[Voice] Well I'm the devastatin never fakin Always keep your body shakin Steady rockin never stoppin' Keep your body always jockin Rock the beat, shock the beat Till it's time to stop the beat Steady moving show improvement Keep the party keep on groovin
[Mos Def] Well hey young blood that was fresh You just got one hundred on your MC test You got a soul-shocking body-rocking set you see You need to pack up your bags and get down with me
So jam on it, so jam on it I said jam j-jam j-jam on it I said were rocking to the bright early morning I said jam j-jamj jam on it
Eminem’s opening track on his ’96 album ‘Infinite’ is also called Infinite and he slays the track. Leavin mortals with they’re tongue tied in several spots. It’s so much fun to listen to, and his beats are so basic and raw. He starts of with a really cool beat that would be awesome to kick it too, but then as soon as the raps start it goes all high hat and raw, and that melodic beat only comes back for the hooks, end, and here and there, but this just more so puts emphasis on his voice and rap style which is crazy!!
Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin, cause they be actin maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks spun My rhyming skills got you climbing hills I travel through your mind into you spine like siren drills I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants With some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more cartoons than animation My lamination of narration Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing I turn the stage into a barren wasteland... I'm Infinite
You heard of hell Well I was sent from it I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' Instruments Now I'm trying to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm Infinite
Makaveli Monday on Tuesday, means we need more Tongue Tied Lyrics for today!! It turns out I registered for a full day of professional development the other day and it was a seminar offered to help train you to be mentally tough. It was put on by a lady who has trained musicians, Olympic athletes, and like, big businessmen. So with the constant bullshit always trying to get shoved into our heads and plus seeing how I live a life that goes a teeny tiny bit contrary to what are jacked status quo lifestyle kindly requests us to do, I thought it would be very practical for me to be ‘mentally tough’. Not that I would give it up if sh1t ever when down, but being that much better at something like this seemed worthwhile, and work paid for it. So I was also on call for work the last two weeks, so yesterday morning, I was like shit. I’m gonna sleep in, and roll into work a little bit later. I get here to work and I’m chillin, doin this and that, and then I jump onto my bank account and start fuckin around on it, and I was lookin at the bill for my registration course, and was like. Oh yeah. I wonder when that is?? So I’m sitting here at work yesterday morning and I check my registration confirmation, and fuck!!! It’s going on RIGHT NOW!! Soo I booked if from work, got my ass down there, and checked that shit. And it turned out to be so insightful emotionally and phsycologically, but it didn’t take spirituality into account at all, I found. So at the end I thanked the Lady facilitator for hookin us up like this, and we had been talking quite a bit throughout the day, cuz my hand would shoot up incessantly to volunteering or participate, and so after I thanked her I asked about spirituality and how that all fits into everything. And she said that it did, but that it was a follow up to everything we had been talking about all day cuz you had to be healthy and eat, before you could contemplate God. I told her that yeah I agree with that, but that I could relate to things she had been sayin and completely agreed with lots of otherz, but that I came about it from a spiritual angle. She said, well yeah. It works like that too. So I guess that’s all I wanted, was to hear her say that she did consider that true, and that made me feel even better about that shit I had been learnin all day cuz she has thought about a lot of things and wasn’t relaying the information lightly.
Under cool things to share is some ways of defining common terms, and some emotional understanding. It’s probably quite debatable, but all in all I think it’s pretty insightful.
Anger – Desire contaminated by helplessness Sadness – Rage at being attached to a desire we cannot fulfill Resentment – Belief that other have limited my opportunities to fulfill my desires Fear – Desire for the future contaminated by helplessness
-> So I thought that this was a different way of looking at things. And with this kind of perspective you can better understand why it is that you feel what you feel, and you can not get it confused with other things that you might try and resolve, but will leave you feeling the same.
There’s lots more, but another things I felt really crazy helpful to realize was that the suppression of negative feelings leave you numb to it’s polar opposite, attached feelin. Like say joy and pain. Without one, the other doesn’t exist, and so if you try and suppress shame, to a point where you don’t feel shame for anything, then you won’t really feel proud of anything either, and for sure not to the full amount that you would if you accepted your feeling of shame whenever it is that you feel it. So knowing that, or feelin that, you can then see the relationship between different tensions: Happy – Sad Pride – Shame Powerful – Powerless Adequate – Inadequate Connected – Alone Safe – Insecure Confident – Anxious, fearful Success – Failure
So yeah. Talk talk talk your ear off already, so let’s fuckin thug this shit out with some old school Pac, off of Strictly 4 my N.I.G.G.A.Z. ‘One nigga, teach two niggas, teach fo’ niggas, teach mo’ niggas.’ I LoVe that bit when I think it’s Mussolini who’s sayin that. .. . has anyone noticed how all of the outlawz are named after crazy violent dictators?? Kadafi EDI Mean, Kastro. .. . .. Hussain Fatal . .. . my brother pointed that out to me the other day. One of my favorite lines in this next song is “Pump ya fists like this -Hollar if ya hear me -PumP, PumP - if ya pissed” … . no wonder the cops hated him and people demonized him. nEwayz.
Here we go Turn it up Let's start From block ta block We're snatchin' hearts And jackin' marks And tha punk police can't fade me And may-be We can have peace someday 'G' But right now I got my mind Set up Lookin down tha barrell of my 9 Get up Cause it's time to make tha pay back phat To my brothers on tha block--better stay Strapped black And accept no substitutes I bring truth to tha youth tear tha roof off tha ol' school oh no, I won't turn tha other cheek in case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we gotta make it smash Blast How long will it last, till tha broke get more cash Until then Raise up! Tell my young black males Blaze up! Lifes a mess don't stress Test I'm givin what we prayed for That you’re livin Bless! Much love to my brothers in tha pen See ya when I free ya If not, when they shut me in Once again, is there no one else strapped Keep ya hands on ya gat Now ya boys watch ya back Cause in tha alleys of cali i'ma tell ya Mess with tha best and tha vest couldn't help ya Scream, if ya feel me See it clearly? your too near me Hollar if Ya Hear Me
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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