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.

One LoVe for aLL.

20051027

wanna wanna

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.

20051025

TounGe TiEd TeChniQuE

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

- Immortal Technique (Freedom of Speech)

FrEe MuMia

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)

TraPpEd

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

- Tupac (Trapped)

20051021

PreseRve ConTroL and NeGLecT


Rizzzo.. . . Philly know's his name aLL too weLL!!! Posted by Picasa

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)

Peace, equality, democracy??? Iz this what the governments really works towards?? Posted by Picasa

MOVE !! Posted by Picasa

20051019

tHe WaTeR sTresS MesS

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?

- JuLez (October 18, 2005)

aLL in aLL it's FanTasTiqUe

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

- K-OS (Fantastique)

20051018

OnE cReaTed aLL foR aLL

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


- JuLez (October 18, 2005)

Point a da iCe picK

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!

- Ice T (Prepared to Die)

mY misSing MiC

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


- Tupac (Case of the Missing Mic)

20051014

FreSh FemiNiNitY

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

- Jean Grae (Sombody’s gotta do it)

FreSh NaSty MouF


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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

- Nas, Ludacris, Doug E Fresh (Virgo)

20051012

WiKed WiLd

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

- Indeed (Set the Mood)


OH!!!. . .. I love this shit!!!!

LA. .. . but noT the City of AngLes

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.

20051011

I sMiLe

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


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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

- Mos Def (Two Words)

2Pac. .. . Why'd you sLang cRacK

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

- Tupac (Cuz I Had To)

20051007

FreShFemaLeFridaY



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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

- Free (Patriots)

20051006

ThreeTrowThursday

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

- Tribe Called Quest (Electric Relaxation)

20051005

More more MoRe

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.

I hope you enjoy. One LoVe.

WiggityWiLdWhenzDaY

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

- Mos Def (Jam On it)

20051004

TonguEtiEdTuesDaY

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

- Eminem (Infinite)

MakaMonMon


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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

- 2pac (Hollar if You Hear Me)