Bare my souls grace
burn green to probe space post haste
showin' God my smoke face
stoned pain breaks the choke chain
blown brain, toned bass, explode rage
problematic ashes
burn your house of cards
to expose the magic, tapped in
the 2nd Latin rapper
to leave your skull baffled
bones shattered, automatic closed casket
fast lane, I've blown past it with no manners
broke bastard to so lavish
toed tragic, exposed passage
radiated flow savage, fantastic damage
pragmatic cult classic
toe taggin' stolen masses
spit gasses, soaking matches
when hope passes
til then I'm killin' masters with chrome hammers
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Notebook Sickness
Down a couple of shots and beers
fear liquidates my tears
what am I doing here?
should I be armed to the teeth, warfare
dreams remove evidence of elements
that protected youthful resemblance
reminisce about the decade of decadents
sick of riding the bench
next to the stench of death
this is my last hit, short of breath
paranoia extorts cops hunting for sport
another pull off the Newport
societies reflection is fact that doom implores
what you think the movements for?
distort dissection of past transgressions
cap aggression Smith and Wesson
packed with lessons
genocide always intended
swept under the rug no mention
unless levied as leverage
jettison political medicine
devastation, end game declaration
final move cultural castration
Grown Up Rap
I’m broken, damaged
rocking Sean P the savage
pen ink the automatic package
distracted from empty fridges
mental sickness reaching all types of frigid
sleep with sinners fight the emotional winter
cold broke, no soap, roaches, rats,
dead love, ducking lead slugs
off with my head
Wastelands back from the dead
rewind selector, lyrics measured
born from conjecture
cock the the lever
bullet to your dentures, unpause the rebel
my life is mental film stock, dead stock
America First code for oppression
protesting in the streets disconnected
hands up don’t shoot
I can’t breathe either
watching these pigs kill off American dreamers
Arrogant
I awoke from a winter slumber
waiting on my ticket to hell’s hot summer
pen with the hustle of gunners
swing the lumber
and watch the fear of god man handle you
illustrate the violence from my mandible
for sinners sake
put the content of my mind on a dinner plate
watch the world eat it up
like Hannibal the cannibal
shots cracking your clavicle, so masterful
pictures painted from anguish
makin’ my language nickel plated
look in the mirror
filled with anger and hatred
testing my patience
my arrogance is so blatant
Windy City in my blood
lovin’ my cadence
get out of my business
unless you’re running with payments
I’m so shameless
Substance
Frolic in the depths of knowledge
the clock is the heart of life
thinking mundane as seconds tick through one vein
minutes are blood flowing one way
emotions stab at my watch
now I got nothing but time on my hands
bland lifestyles turn heads toward the promise land
media used as contraband
children running the streets in undergarments
immigrants struggle with the dollar
getting the American dream started working as INS targets
while their sons move weed, dodging misdemeanor charges
martyred militants claiming I God
making me guilty of spiritual conviction
visions of guns with violent motion
followed by coffins locked and closed in
hugs and roses, drugs in heavy doses
blunts roasting when memories are toasted
done choking, lying to my own psychosis
emerging from the smoke uncloaked
with my pen as the staff of Moses
hoping to free loved ones
to live life the way destiny wrote it
beyond the way history told it, molded from Augury’s omens
caught in Lucifer's notion, birthed in pyramids
underneath each brick is 26 alpha numerics
words of wisdom glitch in the system, uncaged from the matrix
my physical still held down by gravity
making me a victim of my own tragedies
constantly attacking the man in me
If my thoughts were beings on other planets
engaged in Star Wars, claiming Vice Lord
would they throw up endorphins?
took the game and morphed it
with resident evil kneivel cerebral cortex
sold my way to drop top Porsche’s
Seasons Change got 5 mics in The Source and
I got women with breasts perky and gorgeous
like Halle Berry in Swordfish calling me papi
triple platinum probably, this song features Ja Rule and Ashanti
my fan base just multiples then
getting your undivided attention was my intention
fuck the previously mentioned, birth earth lessons
banging straight out the box like vaginal prosthetics
focus shifts to scribing a magnum opus with such magnum force
I’m forced back to the closet rocking back and forth
eating strange fruit with the spirit of Aaliyah
telling me my soulmate is more than a woman
moving to a glimmer of suicide in my left eye
if I used a 45 to blow my own mind
would I be amongst the greatest of all time
transforming optimum rhymes to collide with Optimus Prime
making me a semi truck
speak divine righteousness it exists in my lungs
money stuns the populous into dicking over god
like a hermaphrodite Israelite masturbating in the face of Christ
what I write is a danger to my group, soon to go solo
a living version of Public Enemy’s logo
combat politics more crooked than Debo’s eye
making the system collapse quicker than Hank Gathers at the half court line
Strung Out
Once commanded a literal understanding
of commandment tablets and Quran fragments
making my mathematics tantric
wasn’t baptized so I couldn’t claim Christ as the savior of my life
hated the fact he turned water into wine
because wine became water to my father
He beat me, my brother and my grandmother’s daughter
as he led his lambs to the slaughter
three souls drowned in the thoughts of the brain washer
making it harder to believe Heaven was branded beyond the granite
church made me pay to search for the creator of earth
they turned religion into a system of pimpin’
watching angels back handing planets knocking my world off it’s axis
true meanings unmasked
teachings we believe in written by a drunken heathen
known as the king of England
plights of Israelites partially removed due to so-called moments of clarity
now known as Hebrews we knew only to seize the moment
making anything before us ancient, the future adjacent
complacent with struggles of previous generations
denying the enslavement of entire populations
Black men confined to join a nation
telling me god is a fragment of my imagination
because the man who created him was pagan, lacking pigmentation
millions became Malcolm Little reading behind dictionary pages
spiritualization treated as pussy so we could face it
still I’m Max from Pi, drilling holes in my brain
to relieve frustration of not deciphering 216 character equations
Black Monday
Rap went commercial
when will it return to program?
nomads become cliche within themselves
as more become product on the shelves
I lay between urban decay and suburbia
society giving my mind a hernia
troubled youth shackled by George W
so I smuggle truth into entertainment
the battle for my allegiance
began when my bloodline was pillaged by Spaniards, who’s my savior?
eyed by enemies a genetic failure
inches from inquisition
commissioned to seek retribution for the movement
until Ras’ tooth pick is saluted
diluted brainwaves become seismic
enriched with stolen jewels of Osiris
snatched off the belt of Orion
I emerged on the horizon
resting on the dark side of the sun
came with 4 Horsemen disguised as Nimrods portrait
birthed dormant in the earth’s uterus
moving through universes with verses to versus
the version of the person I am and will be
photograph my shadow, I’m still me
kill me by electric chair on a Friday
mourn me on a Saturday
bury me under moonlight on a Sunday
all because 6/18/79 was a Black Monday
SELLS
Push beyond 3rd millennium
triple optic adamantium, ink 5th pentium
dream theme music, bent on dominance
30lb magnets amplify my subconscious mind
baptized in stigmata’s bloodline
selling my spritualization, education, lyricism , liberation
which was a mixture of alcohol and a naive fifteen year old
don’t hold dicks like a lesbian chick who can’t make a fist
lip balms, spit psalms as blood drips from my slit palms
cut with the sword of Islam
so my genetic code is told through every musical mold
men trading products of their semen to keep their pockets creamin’
death for treason, forever speaking artistic languages
voice of slaves shackled in chains and whips
yet the same chase chains and whips
cane and chips, fame and tits
what part of the game is this?
all the dick of Pac and Big
what, you forgot about Ra and KRS dismantling ample men
before Jay and Nas started batting?
been sniffing too much Ether
wish I could marry wack MC’s
so I become a wife beater
waking hip hop from its epileptic seizure
Live From Inner Thought
Sometimes I just want to
do drugs and drink
it's too hard to think
madness on the brink
the missing link
skeletons emerge from the closet
brain celibate dancing the devils mosh pit
John Malkovich with a gun to my head
in the cockpit
counting down the clock ticks
rain pours to wash away the toxins
not knowing who God is
grew up catholic chilling with convicts
learning the block pitch
dealers cutting up the drop ship
definition of context
money knots swelling up my pockets
running from the darkness
bullet proof dodging the glock kiss
38 in the game of life still a novice
verbalizing my written correspondence
live from inner thought
dead man walking amongst lost prophets
backed in a corner running out of options
BBQ & Chaos
I’m indelible sworn
born from the fire that burned slow
untouchable within my Company Flow
load the chamber when my money gets low
stone cold existence
pain bleeds from the pen
watch my soul get christened
deadlights glisten, shot of adrenaline
Pennywise specimen, shape shift acumen
the first cuts accurate
Rob Sonic Plaster Man
Mr. Magic rap attack
came up with bboys selling gats and crack
out the backs of Cadillacs
rehash the battle axe
cooking up bbq and chaos
98 Jordan in the playoffs
Oz’s in paint cans
selling hydroponic to white girls with spray tans
smack the shit out of you
like Sean Price adlibs on playback
Berserker Fury
Don’t let ‘em push the button cousin
who let the dusted gluttons in the function?
this ones dedicated to the baby boomers
daily gloomers who maneuver through the future
with scalpel and suture gettin’ the world wide open
takin’ back the stolen notions that
there’s no hope for the hopeless
while the soulless steal our token
forcing us to roast the potent
pour the Molsen holdin’ our emotions
while they steal the word from the pulpit
ignoring the fact the globe is more corrosive
focus, chokin’ on nuclear wind
back then when me and Stukin the kid
where boozin’ the gin, cruisin’ for chicks
not realizing sin was the movement within
penning anthems for the masses
bringing forth this classic
unleashing the magic of the manical ox
who unlocked the lock that my mandible got
birthing my own radical rock
letting go of fanatical plots
I’m going down in a blaze of shots
rot in eyes of judge and jury
feeling my berserker fury
Skeleton Key
Soul unrested my minds infested
with other peoples questions
I’ve never taken the time
to relieve my own tension
open up my thoughts and find
where the scars are impressed in
how does it make you feel
you don’t know the reasons
for your best friends lessons?
where there’s pain you find the connection
what about that little girl
you tried to give the world?
hope you didn’t mess up her vision of life
by putting your heart where she isn’t
regret getting her name
tatted on your wrist yet?
it’s being a father figure from a distance
it’s unfortunate you can’t live through intention
happy birthday baby, maybe one day
you’ll understand what you been through
when you feel sadness
that’s the Devil trying to get you
remember I’m always with you
til then I’m an empty seed
left with my heart for a skeleton key
Dollar Billed Pyramids
In God I trust
knock the dust off my faced in value
I’m chased in volume
encased in volume of money, cash, hoes
bloody stash nose
her body has those curves
that instill the thrill
to kill bills like
some coked up Beatrix Kiddo
in the back of spliffed out limos
without the tinted windows
suckin’ for the fiscal
her bodies oh so sinful
to the instrumental of
Can’t It Be So Simple
lookin’ at this girl there’s nothing
she won’t get into
while her son’s at home
smashin’ on Nintendo
she’s blowin’ on them whistles
down to the creamy gristle
gettin’ whipped by pistols
just to feed her kiddo
100 dollar billers
make her titties jiggle
thinkin’ my God, he’s never gonna uplift you
Wonder Years
What’s wrong with that man Daddy?
I don’t know, keep staring
he’s a freak show
legs sponsored by Calico
police peek through the peep hole
and see the tears of Calixto
huddled over Nico
blood fresh off the needle
witnessing the last time
the rush fuckin’ pleased you
fold your hands son
here comes the church
and the steeple
then the people who tried to piece you
and your mind as feeble
holding onto drugs
as the reason God won’t keep you
my soul became see through
flash my confined mind to the 1-9-9-9
at that time when I took a blind sign
to a nines shine
seconds away from resting my sublime mind
on a Pink Floydian wall
outsiders think Freudian thoughts
appropriate laws lay under fears
to get me through the wonder years
From After Years Of Television
Locust Myst
Oh my God I’m in fight for my life
struggling to see the light
I lift the last bit of rubble and bricks
to wake up to a sunless kiss
surrounded by the locust mist
face severely burned upper lip blistered
greeted by mother natures nuclear winter
accompanied by apocalypse her twin sister
feet splintered Jesus now I know how Christ felt
when the non believers dealt their hand to sinners
nailing his soul to wooden fixtures
which mirrors the reflection of a society
bent on self propriety
eyeing me a dead weight
not a contribution element
cursing my melanin I don’t ride the dick
of a mule or elephant
words once heaven sent become here say
like knowledgeable abdominal follicles
off the Devils topical
funny how Armageddon changes your perception
continue to move through the wreckage
looking for medics or where enforcement is
come to remains of an orphanage
dead children, burning buildings, gone are my feelings
it’s bad enough I’m dealing with the scenic
piles of dolls plastic and pissy mattress
oh shit a survivor maybe he knows what happen
Notice The Unnoticed
Back where it all started
asleep and half hearted
half man half martyr
lookin’ to unmask the masked target
bumpin’ I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead
loud and obnoxious
quoting the Koran
for good grace of the prophets
cuz the devil ain’t no locksmith
find solace in parallel elevation
of public transportation
scopin’ inebriated faces
lookin’ at life as makeshift
sharing the same hustler nature
same lustful hatred
reaching for the hand of God
with a closed fist wrist broken
carrying the weight of the hopeless
even God notices the unnoticed
same line, same mind, same grind, same find
the grass is always greener
even for the dense
drawn from a dead end sketch
cuz they didn’t even know
when and where to make the catch
American Graffiti
Breath radiation of Saturn
splatter actors faster than the teachings of the master
terrorists exist in all forms of attackers
from the White House to country side pastures
leavin’ Cube’s banter fractured
what does it matter?
all that matters is the matter that lives in the here after
bending over pastors for making children a prophets bastard
pillaged for monetary stature
becoming wannabe rappers like condoms that have been nutted in
true art on punishment
to put it in laymen
my statements are laced with hatred and anguish
crashin’ New York Jets like demented Joe Namaths
patience run thinner than diarrhea Steven King novels
hostile coke sniffers become president mouths limber
gambling freedom for nuclear winter
injure democratic communism as holographic Kennedy’s
snipers wish they could hit ‘em
the governments an immune system
rejecting the cure for the sickness
with crooked crucifixes
as the middle class and needy
become the sacrificial lamb for American graffiti
When Lightning Strikes
Speak with dominant hammers
as a kid surrounded by guns
drugs and recognizable cancers
so I searched for definable answers
within West Side country grammar
world broken down in multiple fractures
16 bars, Sistine art, pristine knots
mislead God’s which breeds odds
self lord and master
welcome to life after
the bastard word crafter
bumpin’ ghetto blasters
echoing His Majesty’s Laughter
basking in alpha matter
emerging from the womb with 30 tattoos
no stab wounds or clap wounds
all this gun talk and no Papoose?
that’s like a black dude growing Hitler’s mustache
packin’ gun racks
screamin’ I love crack
reality bites mics
when my lightning strikes twice
Transformation
Blood and tears the familiar libation
Gemini’s twin sky pacin’ bloodlines sacred
half jazz musician, quarter addict and beautician
walkin’ with the skewed vision of the people
in case you missed it
you asked for my past
well I’m that fragmented piece of glass
screamin’ when oppression shattered my American dream
it’s not hopeless til the masses take notice
and the country bestows it
imagine me unfocused
a place you don’t want to be
like a child abductor claiming to be your ex lover mother fucker
puncture the skull structure of Usher Raymond
with angered patrons who like gats and spiked bats
painted a picture so perverse
Chili named it after the hand of God engraved it
terrorists laughing in the face immigration
taking retribution for Iraqi oil spilled faces
now my thoughts have no factual basis
cuz my brain is complacent
in the playstation generation
take heed to my social commentary declaration
Chi Mil Triangle
Cannibalism exists within my metabolism
fanatical wisdom is encrypted in a radical system of inscriptions
to imprison what I’m livin’
I bear witness, givin’ you the naked truth
the government killed wives of Black Panthers like Ray Caruth
entertainment proves savin’ beseeched me
each second I become an endangered species
demons visit me in dream scenes
indeed there’s an increased need for peace
released into space I face my thoughts jarred
after I sparred with astrological czars
composing Allah akbars on Tabernacle shards somewhere between Earth and Mars
God’s son surrounded by 93 billion wannabe stars
shrouded in mystery, I consume the moon swallowin’ American History X
pretense to lobotomy
obviously my logic is lost in basslines and mosh pits
young minds embezzled I wrestled with dirty money
movin’ for currency so I spear mints
listeners don’t hear shit begin defecation
becoming the illest thing walkin’ the street
since the first AIDS patient classified by the World Health Organization
Rise
Dance on the rings of Saturn
with the son of the master
manufacture cadavers and 88 tusk hammers
to shatter the mask
reflected in the ceiling of glass
bask in my ominous past
sippin’ the blood of man out of autonomous flask
walkin’ a prosperous path with fraudulent math
flash an oculus mass
crash a paranoia agent construct
conduct Zeus’s electricity
through ethnicity showing multiplicity
drowning oppression crowned in liberty
synergy passed on through struggle of song
and lovingly psalms
carry the muscle of God in palm
guiding the lost in anonymous cause
until we’re freed and gone
from devilish jaws hold the applause
in the name of Allah and Mary Magdalen’s son
the battle has begun within the shadows of the sun
until we stand as one
Life Blood
The Devil enters my soul
my breath becomes cold mid winter
with a sudden inclination to injure
overwhelmed with visions to hit her
the first blows delivered
insert evidence between psychosomatic elements the precedent
for what Kane and Abel told
strengthen the hold, mangle her throat
gouge her eye sockets
runnin’ out of breath reachin’ where I God is
my God it’s six hundred sixty six seconds beyond logic
my rage becomes toxic
to the point,I step outside my body to watch it
with no concept I’m monstrous
down the road, I’ll be a secret amongst the prophets
bludgeon her chest, feel her ribs knockin’
talkin’ with hatred and love
tasting her blood, raising her stumps
sky ward, onward christian soldier
fold her in half, enclose her in sacks
and relish the fact
I’ve sent mankind on a murderous path
you do the math
Relics Of The Boombap
Brown boy, brown boy, turn that shit down
relics of the boombap, the superlative sound
relatives and friends buried underground
public enemy of the state said date, ‘88
pre adolescent kids diggin’ through the crates
lookin’ for an escape to fight the power
cower in the presence of cowards
who siphon the powder through the nostril
hostile rap groups blamed the neighborhoods desecration
responsible for another elevation
anticipation of riding the El
entangled in protection of Guardian Angels
from crooked cops who want to detain you
lookin’ for answers to a case that went stand still
calling you a cancer descendants of Black Panthers
CVL’s and the Stone solid/
at seven not wanting college
because I had an education
of Rakim’s and Chuck D’s knowledge
Monumental State Of Mind
This is an open letter to Hilary
Senator McCain and Obama
I don’t care where in the world is Osama
the scapegoat of a monster
who Mr. Bush had us believe
if he were in prison terrorism wouldn’t exist
ignorance is bliss myth of fingerprints
here’s the list of things that need to be to co exist
bring the troops home from Iraq
give us the peace sign back
I know it was about saving face but this goes beyond that
you gotta dead the Patriot Act
it mad Arabs the new black
Islamic racism made me choose
between patriotism and my belief system
I’m rolling with God to the finish
women got the right to choose don’t close the clinics
then you gotta silence the cynics on this immigration sickness
all we want is our piece of the pie and our vision of mastery
whether it’s McDonald’s, in the fields, or factories, give us amnesty
God Bless America, home of the brave, soul of the slave
land of democracy and lack of oil
to the victor go the spoils