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"Rap Music"

2009-05-22T01:51:00.001-04:00

More songs
More crack
More bitches.
Saggin' pants, toolies, and switch blades.
Air forces, snackin' Benny Hannas, and uptown fades.
Pushin' bricks like a mason
Cuttin' niggas like Jason.
Pull you by your bootstraps
Scared a nigga
Call it shootin craps
(bowel pun).

...fucking rap music.

"Absent Minded"

2009-05-22T01:35:00.002-04:00

Like played pick-up lines
An absent mind runs stanzas all day.
An assembly line of philosophy travels through neural networks.

Couplets, concepts, characters
And a lil 'litteration
Bake in my cerebral microwave set on high.
Endorphins water my growing smile as another
Empty sheet of paper is slain.

"Some Shit"

2009-04-03T02:44:00.001-04:00

Fillin in lines just to say I wrote
Finishin a book I don't wanna tote
Bullshittin shit and writin shit
Just to be like "I'm creatin' shit!"

With my jank ass paper
And my broke ass pens
Actin like words are my only friends.
"One more letter, just one more word"
I'm writing on logic running on "absurd"
(Flip!)
Another page
Completed as I scribble my passive rage
Of an ugly ass book coming first of all
When I learned that poetry was my call.
Keeping this up till I get somethin real to write
My own wake's dust I'm finna bite.
Etched in green
By a poet with body lean
Is shit on paper if you know what I mean...
(Lemonade break)

...Finished with the glass
Now back to a pad of shame, cuz this poem
Playin that game of
"Put it on paper, It'll come out right
You gotcha own style
It's gonna be tight!"

Yeah well it best be, that's all I know.
The back of my head's what I have to show
For the couple of days of watching the rain
With the flick of the pen another stanza slain.

Now that I've gotten that out the way, the next couple of tracks from my mind's album will probably have that bubblegum feel to them!

...Peace.

"Symphony of 11:03pm"

2009-01-28T23:51:00.010-05:00

House thumps my speakers.
Police floor it just outside.
Sirens blare and
Highbeams slice the night air.

Silhouettes of leaves, twigs, and habitats for some ridiculously cute wildlife caress my window.
Stroking the pane's frame like the stick...thingy used on violins.

Each car passing develops in sound.
The familiar "vvVROOM!"
Grows and fades on the
Asphalt percussion section.

My mind's tuxedo professionalizes my pen
Waving to and fro.
Conducting the wind section of the back of my head.

Electro Runs My World

2009-01-27T21:13:00.004-05:00

"Drums (written to the instrumental of "Drop" by Rich Boy)"

2009-01-27T19:07:00.005-05:00

LISTEN TO THIS LINK:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ir8CwkFS074

THE FIRST STANZA STARTS 9 SECONDS INTO THE SONG.

Steady with my head knockin'
Instrumental drums rockin'
Got a brother trippin' on a beat like he pill poppin'.
Lighting booms and thunder claps
Blowin' brains and speakers blap
Help the mind be dignified as it dances in the trap.

Save ya'self, but leave me here
With every "skat" my thoughts are clear
Leave me in a slum with this drum as I write by ear.
Silence is the violence to the art that I compose for you.
Now liberate yourself and go berserk like you supposed to do.

Bring it back and bring the drums
Maul this cookie into crumbs
Rip apart the drawing boards
Retrace the steps with only one pen
Take
What
You
Have
Known
With
This
Ink...
Let it be shown.

Drums electrify the spark that gets me through the long haul.
Drums are the hands that I throw when up against the wall.
Drums'll be my pace maker
When I have an old ticker
Revivin' and energizin' just to make the beat sicker.

Hey.

2009-01-27T12:57:00.007-05:00

How's life?