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you choose who you are in life, so it is foolish to resent the need to work-geoff ryman
mind melding, flip the page/
time melting into age/
im belting this array of words into the general disarray/
not here to make history/
I'm here to make philosophy/
how i got heres a mystery/
and what I'm here for isn't quite as lost to me/
and really quite possibly/
the shit is in the bag like colostomy (gross)/
but its all medical here/
time draws to a close been a helluva year/
struck a few poses all juxtaposed with/
the higher self that i been hoping is near/
and near it is i know/
and i clearly hear the spiritual/
every time you hear my baritone/
smell my pheromones you know there it goes/
and there i go with it/
body solid prolly cuz the mind prolific/
naughty sorry commissary style go get it/
im a man of fire I'm a man with a mission/
theres not a plan like this one/
cuz they aint playin like this one/
MVP him am greedy/
him a want it all but ill share with the needy/
hit the snare let it feed me/
feed me a beat i need it like a peace treaty/
kill it so i sleep easy/
fill it to the ceiling know its real when you see me/
and if you don't I'm missing you/
i hope you keep everything i give to you/
its all precious mind over message/
mind over matter doesn't matter if you acid/
burn through the bass/
but those who burn bridges get spurned and disgraced/
I'm just learning the pace/
and i aint worried about taste/
if you like what you hear and you know what you feel/
than god dammit, I'm right in my place.
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the moment one gives close attention to anything even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious awesome indescribably magnificent world in itself. -henry miller
life is perspective, scale subjective/
its all about how u see hear feel and when u felt it/
some people say its facts or the racks that get u wealthy/
so its racks on facts on racks put facts on wax until they meltin/
an now we drowned in info, and unless the kids is sheltered/
they all ADD an nympho an their minds is helter skelter/
welter weight goin for that belt of the most important human/
champion of that ego we go so far but aint movin/
can i get my own tv show? so you can see wat im doin/
an im doin anything that i can in the ring no holds barred i aint losin/
unless i am, than we all are, damn, see the cop car?/
dont worry any press is good press sacrifice yoself at that alter/
and dont falter and dont think dont learn and dont progress/
dont question all the things that you are told you must possess/
im sorry i digress, let me zoom back into micro/
when you live in the public microscope you change like brother michael/
all our idols either die or they live to fall from grace/
its all about inner peace, thats wats outside outerspace/
once the lenses get too big, its back again to small/
call it I and WE or the GOD in ME or call it spring to fall/
its all seasons and change, time is just a ripple/
the observer, the observed, we are both and thats the riddle/
im talkin fish in the ocean and bird up in the sky/
its a different existence but to swim is to fly/
and if u lived on the sea floor, man don't u think ud see more/
but mans creating monsters in each other like we're igor/
whos dr frankenstein? is it you or is it I?/
is god some fucked up scientist whos hypothesis went awry?/
and i want to cry and break my bonds, jump out these petri dishes/
im tired of being reincarnated to learn a lesson/
im tired faded and stressin, wired jaded and guessin/
mired down in depression the cures in my possession/
the solutions nutrition, not your beautician/
teach yourself your value and forgo that tuition/
exercise and stretchin, divine intervention/
and youre divine so love yourself until you come to fruition/
and i am just a man, better yet a musician/
so i do wat i can with the tool in my hand its a mic so wat is missin?/
you. my audience, let me adjust our ambience/
soundman turn the lights down low and turn me up in my monitors/
woo, im kinda nervous but the efforts wat its good for/
and as it stand wat you find depends on wat you look towards/
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Genes and family determine the foundation of the house but time and place determine its form- jerome kagan
its really been a while since im walkin with a mild limp/
they told me i should break a leg so i went an slipped/
i laid up in my bedroom, crisis existential/
they told me i need therapy to live to my potential/
but all i needs this pen, and maybe just a notepad/
and compared to where i been its not so bad...its not soo bad/
its been so long comin, feel like i been runnin/
breathin hard beatin out my chest my heart is pumpin/
bleedin from my eyes, tears on my pillow/
they told me love heals all but it feels like loves a killer and i know/
it takes time, you take urs cuz u kno i took mine/
and though i never met u i feel i done u wrong/
they tried to teach me different but this is my song...this is my song/
its nature versus, but nurtures working/
the path is windin, buildin up inertia swervin/
im drivin, its not a porsche or a suburban/
its a rocking chair on the porch like I'm mister picture perfect/
a portugese man of war, the sting is hurtin/
its lethal evil eagles flyin an they wings is workin/
god bless the brave america the home of/
my parents visit the grave where i buried my diploma/
chose this music over, school i am an artist/
the truth is sobering an thats cool cuz im regarded as/
a fool, caught up in the balderdash/
i got the heat that cauldron has a pinch of oak and alder ash/
eye of newt an rat, blood and tooth of bat/
a curse upon and word is bond yall deservin that/
im here to murder rap, and beat the murder rap/
and relocate to a place where they never heard of rap/
or cockin burners back im burnin daylight and im dreamin/
about the youth in the struggle they fightin an they screamin/
im gettin steadily older, its weighin heavy my shoulders/
are getting stronger tho so soon ill be the perfect soldier/
the perfect storm, the wind is blowin/
im at the eye of the hurricane, curlin an hurlin boulders/
titan to a god, lightning to a rod/
the trident on my fitted is akin to wallace sword/
brave heart fast mouth thru which i do my speakin/
like they may take our lives but were comin for our freedom.
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to get really high is to forget yourself, and to forget yourself is to see everything else, and to see everything else is to become an understanding molecule in evolution, a conscious tool of the universe-jerry garcia
psychedelic swirls, worlds into being and/
my life isn't lost yet but sometimes its like the meaning is/
hey are you seeing this? or am i just lone wolf'in it/
this fungus got me howling at this moon faced girl I'm with/
and she don't know I'm morphin' cuz she just snorted morphine/
some lines have hooks on the end of em and some peoples nature porcine/
pig like greedy intelligent but needy/
irrelevant to the treaty that we made like peace is easy/
its not. so we work. and we lose ourselves in play/
and i just absorbed this tab so lets lose ourselves today/
I'm on that high, that roll, that acid in my throat/
digesting what we think we know til eventually we throw up/
and its neon and we're scared, cuz thats not really right/
these thoughts turn to blackness but this pill is pearly white/
like its chalk,so we draw. on the sidewalk of this earth/
til we shrink to the size of our consciences and jump right off this curb/
and then we fall thru a rabbit hole where spiders move mechanical/
and spin webs of stainless steel until we feel like robot animals/
robots will rust, no gods but us/
no history just myth because history is dust/
granules. hour glass. a millennium or an hour passed/
rewinded to those days when i was a kid it was so sour patch/
so sour diesel, so power to the people/
so hippie trippy flipping flicking paint upon an easel/
this pallet is ballet, these colors dance for me/
and they melt til i become one with resplendent blasphemy/
don't blow my high (high) if you don't know my pain/
and yes i speak in bullet points designed to blow your brains/
im so cobain, so curt, so terse? naw loquacious/
we have a say in how we love so i vote voracious/
veracity thats truth, tenacity thats youth/
an acid trip turned passionate thats death and heres my proof/
you know me. you've seen me. ive lived this life before/
and it could all end so abruptly thats what I'm writing for.
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yesterday is but todays memory, and tomorrow todays dream. -khalil gibran
stop me can you help me? save me from myself/
i can only see in sepia from a frame up on that shelf/
am i just a memory, were we just that moment/
is there life outside this haunted house or are these phantoms signs and omens/
i know this, i own it, i remember what this feels like/
do i rest in peace with this memory or do i drag it in to real life?/
im caught and im weary in this wash of dim confusion/
if i cant stop abusin these than how can i make new ones/
memories are where you find me now/
memories are where i rest/
memories are books and pictures on the wall/
memories are ghosts walking through these halls/
now i see the reason, some memories are forever/
memories are the means for having roses in december/
now my rest has turned to restful, peaceful and recharging/
and these walls i felt were closing in have become my secret garden/
and its hard to see these ghosts now as less than invisible friends/
reminders that its not over we move on when the physical ends/
so my eyes are looking forward now but the past is never past/
i sleep hand in hand with my memories in the shade their shadows cast/
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so the lover must struggle for words- ts eliot
loves a crazy one but i keep t t t tryin/
i dont mean to st st stutter but this beat has got me cryin/
eyes tearin suddenly im laughin this music is an itch so efft effit i scratch it/
the tunes a wound i wont let it scab over/
they got the flavor twisted like snyders of hanover/
my bodys lost its mind, my mind has lost its heart/
my heart is lost in yours so thats where ill have to start/
lights flicker on a quite nice spitter/
preparin to deliver cant wait for the right weather/
not just my look its my art what is different/
im feelin allright cuz im smart young and spittin/
im unapologetic but its not what i predicted/
im watchin scenes flash like they on the wall projected/
im probly doin better than wat some of yall expected/
im sorry if im hy, is this the smokin section?
im not used to bein out im usually investin/
my time in something different somethin better than this fiction/
this club is literally smoke and mirrors thats deception/
yall are wilin out an im some introspection/
i kno i got some peers out here but no connections/
probly cuz were all tryna figure out direction/
indigo children in the midst of indigestion/
belly of the beat been rumblin for a second/
lets the fever sweats out lies and misdirections/
wise but im professin i got ignorance in spades/
the journeys never over no matter wat preacher says/
im eatin that apple red the knowledge thats forbidden/
my atoms split this eve so im seein double vision/
2moro ill be whole, psh who am i kiddin/
the truth is life is ruthless and its cold thats why im shiverin/
lucky for the most part, definitely blessed/
i got love that lasts forever as it infinitely stretch/
my ego is an issue im workin on it slowly/
in a world of 7billion hows it fuckin feel so lonely/
apathys a well, my buckets spillin over/
these rhymes are like a will i need it all off my shoulders hold up.
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revelation can be more perilous than revolution-vladimir nabokov
deep sorrow for the love i have squandered and lost/
but now im steady on the path that i wandered across/
i got a hunger for lust, so im under duress/
and a girl with a philosophy hiding under her dress/
sometimes she wonders and stress because i strayed from the fold/
that means i cheated im a bastard i dont need to be told/
im just a piece of the whole she brought some peace to my gates/
my land was lost in chaos im just a preacher of fate/
dont need a collar, theres not a leash to escape/
i been a dog now i need a dollar seekin some change/
with no aloe, i feel the sting in my marrow/
arrows on my arms for the ghosts of the gallows/
all hallows eve and the sparrows/
leave when the leaves on the trees turn yellow/
seed of the farrow, rye in my whiskey/
fire in my belly turns fright into frisky/
the light thats within me gutters and dims/
this alcohol is the muhfuckin brother of sin/
i gotta stop and i say it often in need of aid and succor/
im tryna stand on my own cuz im not a paper pusher/
so ima seek and start a career and keep speakin/
on this mic to my peers while i fightin my fears/
i fear none who's judgin? i hear some say it appears im here sloughin/
cousin. lyrically im better than most/
and i dont lie on the mic so this is better than boast/
all that i hear is so shallow and empty, mic lames/
cross wires for the spark that is startin these bright flames/
these false pyres, these idols to fame/
are idle hands so the devils at the height of the game/
illuminati or not, you worship status and symbol/
than youve made your own choice and that choice is a limbo/
choose love, and most of your bars would disappear/
think of the kids that are learning what you spit in their ear/
you dont care? cool, get the fuck off the mic/
you get what you put out, so your constructing your life/
whatever is obstructing your sight/
is in ur history so understand youre under the knife/
remove the tumor of trauma, ignore the rumors and drama/
restore ur equilibrium harness ur chi or ur mana/
ur god self king and queens, divine human beings/
ur so much better than the cheddar diamond chains and rings/
if these words ring true please repeat as mantra/
i will overcome my darkness, i will conquer/
i am whole connected to the worlds love/
praises be to the lord and lady here and above/
hear me true for i speak it i peeked behind the curtain/
the arts the architect which is redesigning my hurtin/
in my heart i got the topaz, peekin thru my candor/
beginning of a new world, mosquito in the amber/
gemstone precious, diamond in the rough/
no tricks up my sleeve but im rhymin off the cuff/
the timin is enough and the flows embalming fluid/
the beats a portal i am immortal and falling through it/
while the worlds are overlapping, the thread is far from common/
the pillars of humanity while im writing a column like paper paper/
paper paper fuck the news/
keep saying fuck the system til it starts coming through/
were just maggots in a rotten body, no sarcophagi/
we see the problems in the power so we occupy/
my occupation as a spitters kinda selfish/
i need something holistic to keep the people healthy/
when u see me, kno im more just a rap dude/
i ink these stories so these verses are my tattoos blood simple.
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this project is hatched from familiarity. i held the producer when he was born, grew up with him and his siblings reading mythology, philosophy, and fiction. i have explored my psyche with literature...drugs...love. the baby that i held is his own man now, and he gifted me these beats. these are the words that ensued.
released September 6, 2012
Production-Gene Munger
Lyrics-Nathan 'MC Hyphen8d' Fihn
Engineer-Jay Battle at The Battlefield
Album art and track art stolen from Vladimir Kush