A-List's Open Mic

2006-09-24T07:54:00.000-07:00

Fuck it(broke rapper verse)

I'm spitting with honour but craving to eat,
Just sit in the corner,I go insane on the beat,
It's so plain to speak,with the beat banging hard,
But the pain is too deep,and these damn things scar,
And we can't think far,but we see these kids on the street,
This kid's like a freak,wish that food shit was more cheap,
He's freakishly thin,ain't eaten for days,
Gets squeamish and spins,eyes fixed on the street in a gaze,
Same look of grief and of rage,we've seen it before,
It reeks of a plague and your dream is a whore,
She promises pussy and takes all that you've got,
Tells you "You can push weed!" but your plans fall and you're caught,
Or you study hard but ain't got money for college,
Rappers say "Fuck these bars!" and get funny with chronic,
They can't cut it without the connects they haven't even got,
Lose hope and fuck it,nobody checks for talent,just floss,
Ain't no work unless you got contacts,life is a bitch,
Wanna put a bet on that?I bet you ain't surviving this shit,
So sick of the smoke and the lies,give me some cause or some bread,
What use is keeping hope alive when I'm already dead?
That faggot shit sure sounds nice in a rhyme,
But I see mice in the shrine,virtue's lost,only vice in my mind.

2006-09-24T07:46:00.000-07:00

Don't love me

Don't love me, hate me,despise me,leave me alone,
Don't touch me or take me,just leave me at home,
All I feel is the dome,i'm numb,I feel I'm dead,
So I deal with and hone,but I'm stunned,no feelings in head.

They said i was a difficult child,raising difficulties,
Like,"Look at this kid he sulks right?",adults tried to kick and sculpt me,
But no beating or abuse could make up for any of it,
I feel what's the use,I now rap what not many would spit,
But many would fit me into a category so I changed that,
Not a fucked up kid,me,think you had the story but i took the game back,
It's not the same facts,we all had tough times right?
If I could take the frame back,through these buzzed rhymes write,
Could I stop my father,maybe teach my mother what's right?
I'm lost,I'd rather be crazy,see I smother all life,
A brother's all right,atleast that's what he tells the people,
He suffers all night,the beast inside make the terrors of hell so feeble,
He felt the steeple he stands on matters more than the pain inside,
Who'll cry when this man's gone?This rapper flows,but it's insane,he flys,
Only to fall so hard,but can never show pain,
The man you call a bard,but trapped on his own soul train,
Can't control game,the clown uses make up and jokes,
To try and not expose pain,while the junkie takes up on dope.

Don't love me, hate me,despise me,leave me alone,
Don't touch me or take me,just leave me at home,
All I feel is the dome,i'm numb,I feel I'm dead,
So I deal with and hone,but I'm stunned,no feelings in head.

I don't know love but hate is what I've always lived with,
It seems so fucked but wait,you can go ahead and call this shit sick,
But the known devil is better than the unknown Lord they say,
So on no level or weather can I even try and stall their play,
This is my role and I play it par excellence,
Even when spiiting my soul admits what this bar confesses hence,
I don't mess with sense,this is not a logical thing,
All The stress this kid vents,u know I'm lost in the swing,
All i got is this thing,you call it music,
But it's the cost of the ring,you see all this new shit?
I'm married to the rhyme,'coz rhythm saved my life,
All i carry in my mind,every thing I braved I write,
I pretend it's ok so people won't show fake concern,
Go to my friends?Shit,no way!All the shit I take I learn,
In the hate I burn,maybe even reject the lil' love i get,
The bitterness I never waste,I earn,till I cease to even love myself,
All that exists is the fact of who I am,nobody cares but me,
What I spit in the raps,try understand,this is a rare bust,see,
I never say this aloud,and there's a reason for that,
Not 'coz A-List is proud,but 'coz i may laugh but inside I'm bleeding in fact.

Don't love me, hate me,despise me,leave me alone,
Don't touch me or take me,just leave me at home,
All I feel is the dome,i'm numb,I feel I'm dead,
So I deal with and hone,but I'm stunned,no feelings in head.

Ok Mr. Therapist,should I lie down on the couch and speak?
I bet you never miss,you can tell me just what my mouth will speak,
"Well son,let me see,your father abused you and you were mentally disturbed,
But when hell's done,you grow larger,you do hip hop,try and vent what you heard,
Have issues with love,higher comfort level with hate,
So as you spit through the thugs,more hatred than even the devil could take,
"WRONG!Mr. Doctor,I'm not a textbook case you study,
I'm strong,I opt for the next look,you're fazed,you're cruddy,
Now got a knife on your neck,how about a second opinion man?
Lived my whole life for espect,now I done wrecked a million plans,
I'm not suicidal,I just wonder if death is easy,
Hey what if i pull this rifle?Bet you never ever felt this queasy!
"But son,relax,we can sit down and talk it out!"
Don't be dumb,I'm taxed,there's nothing to talk about!
So give me a pill and I'm out of this shit!
I spit free,I'm ill,don't make me shout at this bitch!
"But son,there's nobody there!We're the only ones!"
I'm just stunned,nobody cares!She won't leave me alone,she comes!
"But who is she?Would you like some water,have you ate?"
Shut the fuck up!Can't you see she's the daughter of all the hate,
She's come to take me,but I will get you bitch!
That's what the downside of hate be,it just won't let you live.

2006-09-24T07:37:00.000-07:00

Real Fucking Story

A real fucking story,this ain't no fictional tale,
When your soul's rushing slowly,and the visions is pale,
The friction,it sails,sets you on fire,you burn,
The water's right next to you but you too tired to turn,

So when you too tired to turn,you just lay in your rest,
Thoughts lay in your chest,the eyes is sayin' the rest,
And prayin' is best,but who do you pray to?
Pray to be blessed and you pray he'll save you,
Like the lil'boy who used to play with the toys,
Now he don't play no more,and he shakes in his voice,
Ever since he met the candy man,just a matter of candy damn,
But can he plan how to stand,he can't,
Not after what happened to him that day he'll never forget,
What's been happening since,he wakes up in sweat,
Middle of night,screams of silence echo in head,
This riddle of life,the day he lets go,he's dead,
But it's like a bunch of thorns he's holding hard,
Feels like the crunch is gone but his soul is scarred,
That man touched him,would anyone even try and understand?
But his mom wants to wish it away and dad's too busy being a fucking man.

A real fucking story,this ain't no fictional tale,
When your soul's rushing slowly,and the visions is pale,
The friction,it sails,sets you on fire,you burn,
The water's right next to you but you too tired to turn,

She's a girl.Or is she?She doesn't know anymore,
Her eyes are misty and all she knows is the hole,
The hollow empty space where her soul used to be,
The pain looks at her face,says,you'll get used to me,
I'm part of you now,I'm not going away,
It's so dark in the grounds,all she knows is the taste,
Of pure bitterness, hurt,strife and misery,
Every moment hits her chest,last night she didn't sleep,
To keep the dreams away,she clutches her hands,
All that she's seen,she prays as much as she can,
It's not her reflection in the mirror she sees,
It's the pain and depression,she gets thinner it seems,
As if something's eating her inside,she suffers in silence,
The world's defeating her cries,even the chuckles is violent,'
Coz she cries when she laughs and she dies when she cries,
Soul dies in her gasps although it tries to survive,
When she looks at the mirror,the mirror looks back,
As if asking her how the fuck she took that?
But did she take it ot did it take her,
Is this God's way of sayin' he hates her?
Now her faith stirs,she's tryin' hard to keep it alive,
But how the fuck she gon' do that when she still sees him at night?

A real fucking story,this ain't no fictional tale,
When your soul's rushing slowly,and the visions is pale,
The friction,it sails,sets you on fire,you burn,
The water's right next to you but you too tired to turn,

You want to turn away,not deal with this,understand,
Pretend this don't happen 'coz you feel it just can't,
As a man or a woman,you can't figure or comprehend,
Like "I can't help you,I'm not that strong a friend",
But one must be stronger than all those who think they're stronger men,
Or women as the case may be,I didn't write this song with pen,
Wrote it with pain,wrote it with blood,wrote it with soul,
Wrote it with what you cope with,wrote it with mould,
Like fungus that is formed and grows on the surface,
We'd be dumb fucks if we didn't try to grow,let it hurt less,
Try deal with shit, fight what we have to fight united as one,
If you feelin' sick,who knows,maybe that might just be done,
Which is needed,or maybe not,maybe a fraction,
We all have something and still we do lack some,
And that is the catch son,it's so fuckin' apparent,
Maybe it's time to stop being a guardian and start bein' a parent,
On that note the song is ended with a hope for relevance,
Through all the smoke,the remanence,of what they never sensed,
And that is the force,the power you must pray to,
'Coz it's you yourself and nobody else that can fucking save you.

2006-07-12T09:55:00.000-07:00

Lyrics for Flow Of the Century(on my album)

It's A-List man,I got the flow of the century,
Lyrically dope is what you know every venture be,
A-List insane,it don't get sicker than that,
And I keep getting iller and slicker in fact,

Okay,before I get on and bust this the way that I bust this,
Get in the bus,sit,it's time to discuss this,like is it just this,
Or is it justice,now you adjust it,you see this is greater than lust is,
So no need to fuss,bitch,'coz you know this,man,if it's A-list he must spit,
And if he does spit,you will finally comprehend and figure,
What his buzz is,by God he has been now sent to trigger,
When he vents,it's sicker,than a test tube of cancer cells,
You see the pencils flicker,they don't answer well,
To the questions he's asking,and now a question you ask,
To the expressions he's maskin',you cannot lessen the task,
But you curious why he refers to himself in third person,
Is it because he's a psycopath who then observes persons,
Has two voices like Norman Bates did,
Is he on that fucked up "oh my god"Norman Bates shit?
But he ain't born in hate,kid,
You see this form is basic,
Through this song he says shit,and doesn't refer to himself as I,
Not 'coz he's plain sick,but 'coz he wants to die.

It's A-List and I got the flow of the century,
Lyrically dope is what you know every venture be,
A-List insane,it don't get sicker than that,
And I keep getting iller and slicker in fact,

Incase you forgot who's flowin' now,it's the indian emcee,
And fuck the site goin' down,online till six million and three,
That's how long I plan to live,I'm a man,I spit,
Whatever,I plan my shit,handle this,
You know what,I dismantle spits,
At the same time you know that the challenge is,
My talents sick,so with my talons,shit,
I fly in the sky and show yall who I be,
A to the L to the I-S-T,
That's right,I'm on top of the heirarchy,
And my fire be,to never retire,see,
'Coz none of you cats could decipher me,
My cyphers be on top of my game,
That's right,that's why I'm so cocky and vain,
My name is A-List and I'm on top of the playlist,
So just let me get on the mic and let me say this,
Now they ask me,"How can you rap if you're Indian?
"Bitch Ass Pussy!I never asked for opinions!",
Being Indian?Fuck being a nation,
I'm everything,I'm lyrical inspiration,
I'm hip hop,I'm not a man,I'm a bird,
I fly in the sky,now you may have heard,
That I observe cats to be iller than me,
Are really fictional,that's right,I'm a killer emcee,
And this filler it be so ill,
At the same time can't help but respect my skills,
And now the beat's going out,my producer's excited,
'Coz you know me,I'm on that hype shit,
I just won't stop rapping but the beat's going on,
But you know I can't help it,I'm just flowing strong,

So I got the flow of the century,
Lyrically dope is what you know every venture be,
A-List insane,it don't get sicker than that,
And I keep getting iller and slicker in fact.

2006-07-05T10:00:00.000-07:00

Now a bitch is a female dog,but once translated in slang,
You see a few of us,we trail God while the rest basically hang,
Of those a few like to criticise and hate for no reason at all,
No matter the weather or the shit in the sky,they say 'tis the season to fall,
These few are the bitches around,their culture,it don't really exist,
I'm at the feast and I sit with my crown,look,the vultures clearly are pissed,
Then there's the other bitches,the ones that claim to love you,
All the hugs and smothered kisses,but the game it bugs you,
You get this odd feeling but you ignore and set it aside,
But like the wall's peeling,you go like it's expected,it's iight,
Till when the plaster slips off,the bitch was fake afterall,
Now them bastards is lost,no cushion to help your ass's fall,
So the bitch fucks up your perception of relationships,
Now your shit's stuck up,all the hurt stressin',now you hate this shit,
View all women as hoes,just like them other bitches fuck your musical spirit,
Started spinning in flows,now fake cats dictate how you bust and spew in your lyrics,
So you hang with only prostitutes,both literally and also in metaphorical form,
Now this thang it constitutes,the concept that's called in this song,
Now these are the bitches,but if you let them affect you,
Then you're what a bitch is,they dissect and they wreck you,
So you gotta be a dogg,walk on and not pay no mind,
It's amazing how these dudes all talk but never say no rhymes.

2006-07-05T09:52:00.000-07:00

If God was an emcee,each man must be a bar in the verse,
And the lord can't be bent,see,there's no barring a curse,
You can't censor the almighty power,can't change or tune the station,
And the divine mic be powered,with the death you soon be facin',
You confused,you pacin'?Let me explain my theory in fact,
Pay heed to this communication,the thoughts i'm exploring in rap,
When a man dies,his life energy is converted to a different form,
What can't fall can't fly,you can observe the things in a storm,
Thunder,lightning,the showers of rain,all seperate forms of same energy,
There is no such thing as power in vain,now what you lames never see,
Is that energy will forever be existing in one form or the other,
Weak is just one form of life while strong is another,
It's all the same,physics combined with metaphysical facts,
So I done called the game,i know he lays lyrical tracks,
And we are the bars,life is the beat,so you gotta ride it with style,
But so often we struggle and fight with the beat,he just writes shit and smiles,
Thinking he's got some hot rhymes,but he makes a mistake,
Forgets these bars they got minds,but there is a way out of this state,
Now the rhymes may be stunning and heat,but it's not a hot track,
Unless the bars are one with the beat,but once you got that,
A harmony between the rhymes and the beat,between life and the living,
Now go re-read the line and repeat,where you see a mic,I see a vision.

2006-06-11T14:19:00.000-07:00

Leave me alone with a pad and a pen in a room with a light,
'Coz all I have at the end is the tune and the mic,
Or the beat and the flow,i'm better off left alone,
It's more than the heat or the cold,it's the best of domes,
I never left the zone,I often felt alone,
So i melt the cone and just rest at home,
'Coz home is where the heart is according to the wise,
But where is home if you're heartless?I pray to the lord that i'll survive,
But the sword and the knife,like the keyboard and the pen,
Are but parts of the chord that is tied, I see more than the men,
And less than the gods do,so I'm stuck in the middle,
Maybe the lord's through,done with adjusting the riddle,
That is humanity,maybe he's resigned and gone,
Maybe the true clarity of rhymes in songs,
Is the new meditation,the way I find what is divine,
The key to blessed creation,these lines lost in my mind,
So fuck everything other than that which i write on,
Most of these emcees suckers,the spirit's weak and the fight's gone,
But i still write songs,'coz this shit's the only friend that I've had,
So at the end when my life's gone,I wanna rest in peace with my pen and my pad.

2006-06-11T14:03:00.000-07:00

This is the life,so i guess that must be the death,
When I'm sick on the mic,bust frees up on the deck,
Don't discuss g's but I rep,hip hop till the day i die or stop living,
It disgusts me and I've felt,gotta take from them what they not giving,
I don't just write rhymes,I breathe rhythm,fuck a rhyme scheme,
Use the fire to light minds,i've been spittin' all my mind's seen,
When I'm kicking these lines clean or when I be profane,
Cats is flipping,i see their eyes gleam,it's like green,so plain,
Green the colour of envy,red the colour of rage,blue the colour of sky,
I've seen these suckers,they emcees?i colour my page,and which colour am I?
I'm black,the colur you get down when all colours absorbed,
Though by fact,my skin is more brown,but now the puzzle is solved,
I do hustle and ball,not dealing drugs or pimping hoes though,
But I tussle and fall,get up and spit thinking flows slow,
Or with a faster rhythm,flip it whichever way i happen to feel like,
And whenever this bastard's spitting,it's like rappin' just feels right,
So the reason i rap is the reason the sky is blue or the rain is wet,
Or the reason in fact,why we breathin',this mic,this dude,it's so insane and yet,
It makes perfect sense,this is the life,so put that instrumental on,
I can write verse with pens or just spit on the mic,these bars meant for songs,
So fuck this,let me hook the mic up and record some heat,
No time to sit and look,this tight bust is all I need.

2006-05-05T11:14:00.000-07:00

What do you see when you stare in the mirror,what looks back at your face?
Is it a man who's a killer or is this kat's just a waste?
What do I see when I look at my reflection,put it plain,who's the man in the mirror?
The earth's shook in all directions,i'm like a hurricane.ohh fuck,dammit I'm iller!
A lone warrior with my heart in my soul and my soul on my grind,
So i'm sorry world,but even in dark i don't fold,it's gold when i rhyme,
I might not have enough friends but it's cool 'coz i got enemies enough,
They ask me when the spittin' and visions end and I can't believe these fucks,
I'm so determined i caused determination to change it's mind,
Standing on the center line,there's no equations,just me,the game is mine,
It's strange to shine when everybody swears it's not possible,
They called me insane to rhyme but I didn't care,it's all obstacles,
The only way to stop the bullshit is to shoot the bull in the ass,
And yes it does get hot when I do spit,it's like matchsticks pulled in a flash,
Striking the matchbox,set fire to all that touches the flame,
So fuck all these cat's talks,i don't care,when I spit the rush is insane,
So what do I see?I see a man that don't give a fuck about shit,
Or a shit about fuck,he knows what's it about,it's about spit,
The hip hop religion's priest,that's all I see,that's all I live for,
So I see a lyrical priest that "roasts" rapper's balls but still he spits "raw".

2006-04-29T20:02:00.000-07:00

You never were my friend,just another bitch on the sidelines,
And what ain't started can't end,now i see this live's mine,
Look in my tried mind,you either on or off the A-LIST train,
Not a very wide line,it's thin,can't believe I had to take this pain,
All of it so fake,so vain,i swore I would have done whateva for you,
But now all the faith is sprained,so me and you forever we through,
And it still hurts whenever I see you,it reminds me of what we used to be,
There was a time I thought I might need you,now shit just amuses me,
Like it's useless, see?So i use this key musically,
I'm already used to loneliness,gotta make loneliness get used to me,
So i try cruise with ease,but sometimes I'm reminded,
And no fucking words can express how fucked up my mind is,
So now I don't trust nobody,I see you in every person I meet,
I don't give a fuck,no buddies,just me writing a verse on a beat,
It's a curse I repeat,stuck in a loop of solitude,not that I mind it,
Anywayz it hurts to speak,so i just stick to the heart that I rhyme these lines with,
Stick to myself like i was a folded piece of paper stained with glue,
Just live in my hells,i'm the perfect example of what pain can do,
And once I've explained it through,get off the stage and back in my corner,
They said it gets better with time but this cage is in fact getting stronger,
I'm trapped in,I conjure maybe some form of escape but then I stop mid-way,
'Coz all I ever seen is hate,so I just grab the mic and let the hot scripts spray,
Maybe it's better this way,maybe this how it's supposed to be,
So you know it's whateva,it's played,fuck conversating,I use my flow to speak.

2006-04-02T21:16:00.000-07:00

Five dudes step in an elevator,press the floor switches and wait,
But just a few floors later,lift's stuck,peeps gettin' late,
And this peep,he just shakes,he's nervous and sweaty,
He feels the curse of his fate,others ask him to chill it already,
One of the dudes asked for help on his mobile,so they just had to relax,
And they'd get out in no while,but then the dude layed out the facts,
His name was Salim,he was a suicide bomber in disguise,
"Believe me,I say what I mean,take a careful look in these eyes,
Do i look like I'm joking?And if I am,how come it ain't funny?
So unless they get us open,we'll all die,I know that often some see,
My cause as one that is lost,but atleast I would have died for my purpose,
But now this fall has cost me my mission and us the toil of our workers."

In the wrong place at the wrong time,
Now as the bond breaks you know the song's mine,
But it could apply to any situation or person,
And this right here what we facin',life blesses few and does curse some,

Needless to say,shit was getting heavy and twisted,
And them people were "Hey!Surely you ain't alone,you were assisted,
So who was it?Tell them to switch it off if you don't know how,
Talk to your bosses!I been through war,I won't go down,
Not like this,I got a family to feed and dreams to fulfil,
I swear my life's gone by with such speed,I have so much to do still,"
But Salim mantained that they didn't work that way,
And at camp,he'd heard kats say,by the earth that lay,
That anyone touching the bomb would set it off at that instant,
Period just two seconds long,he hadn't looked at it since then,
Everyone panicky,except this one dude,he's calm like the sea,
Face reflecting gravity,he spoke,"The reason I'm calm is I'm free,
I know that yall don't wanta die,but i do,so it's not really a problem,
I'm sick of looking life in the eye,yall either have families or got friends,
I was gonna kill myself later anyway,but I'm sorry yall stuck here,
But If it's the last thing i say,I'm ready to die,fuck fear!"

*Nervous man who talked of being at war lunges at Salim and triggers the bomb.There's a slight beep beep for two seconds and then a shattering explosion*

In the wrong place at the wrong time,
Now as the bond breaks you know the song's mine,
But it could apply to any situation or person,
And this right here what we facin',life blesses few and does curse some,

2006-04-02T21:05:00.000-07:00

Creativity is the daughter of strife and the bride of life itself,
Exist in two states like water and ice,and realize these hells,
My eyes, they spell, put alphabets into words I pronounce,
I curse and I pounce, when I write a verse and announce,
What I announce in verse,like I'm in court under oath,
Like a fountain,that bursts,then floats under smoke,
Or just dust that rose from the marble and stone that collapsed,
When I bust that flow, I go from my dome,yall flow from your ass,
Like the hoes and the cash,but what the hoe look like?
And did yall notice the cash, the serial numbers don't look right,
Hip hop was born in africa,kats used it to pass on messages in code,
So you get agressive with your flow,but I'm sensing it's a load,
Of bullshit,coming out a bull's ass after it eats,
Yall use effects like gunshots and laughter,it's sweet,
But to create,you must first be creative, you see,
Let me now give you a sample of what creativity be,
When the sun shines on the grass after the grass got wet with the dew,
When you get rhymin' on tracks,that's what i'm expecting from you,
The feeling of pure truth,of god's work in front of our eyes,
So when you do secure booth,I advise you to hunt for the cries,
Of the forefathers whose souls still float in the sky,
You can drink all you can and smoke till you die,
But you won't be high as that, it's like the heavens descended on earth,
When you spit as fly as that,then you sense that all of your work,
Upto this point is but a shadow of the tail of the dragon,
Then you spit on this joint,flow is hallowed,like the visions they say they imagine,
At the end, the white light, you can see that everytime that you spit,
And then you can brag about how your rhyming is sick.

2006-04-02T20:56:00.000-07:00

If life is tough,death must be easy,
And you might bluff,but check on the CD,
On the backflap,as well as on the side,
After the wack raps and the talk of being fly,
The talk of being high,you'll see where the genre is written,
Now you see it right,slowly gettin' stronger in vision,
Hip Hop/Rap,the only evidence that would suggest,
Any connection or sense of what was expressed,
By the pioneers,now all you have is diamonds and floss,
The music's dyin' here,and somewhere even the rhymin' is lost,
We used to have musicians,now we just have producers,it's sad,
And no more true spittin',emcees went from voices of the future with pads,
To jokers with shining gold in their teeth but it's ironic to see,
How they never shine in flows,it's so weak,all the chronic and weed,
All to get high,but they still get low,a contradiction in truth,
But in all the sex,lies,where'd the respect go?Just a buncha fictions,the youth,
Forgot what hip hop's about,like when Kool Herc first spit out a rhyme,
Lemme tell you what hip hop is now,gotta get this shit out my mind,
When I spit out my lines,and it's dope and it's true,
When I get out my grind,and I bring hope,when it's through,
What is left in me is the spirit of hip hop,the emcees religion,
Whenever an emcee felt vision,or when an emcee fell spittin',
Got back up again,that's hip hop,the passion,the art,
When you smack up the game,take the light and start smashin' the dark,
When you open your mouth and it shines,not 'coz of the shit in your teeth,
But 'coz what you're about is your rhymes,and what you spit is unique,
Hip hop's gone greasy,it's dying 'coz death is easy,you get it?
To keep it alive we be tryin',with these keys that we blessed with,
But life is tough,so it's a struggle,and that's what I'm tryin' to say,
But we gotta fight,be tough and hustle to save hip hop from dyin' today.

2006-03-12T09:31:00.000-08:00

Anything that doesn't kill you(another random verse I wrote)

Now anything that doesn't kill you only makes you stronger I've heard,
I swore to keep my will true so I must try honour my word,
As long as the heart pumps blood that is oxygenated and pure,
With the life force I jump up,this love's too sick for any hatred to cure,
Crawled out of the pit,body sliced all over,holding in my vital organs,
Fall out of the shit straight into the piss,get out,pray to the lord then,
Soldiers surviving war's stems get choked by the roots of peace,
Or the kids traumatised by god's men,they are called men,but the truth it speaks,
Expose to the youth these beasts,so what kills you and what leaves you alive?
Leaves you a life that you can build through strength and breathe and survive,
Playing russian roulette with a loaded revolver,when suicidal tendencies reign,
When your soul is so wrecked,you tryin' to holler,but who's gon' tend to the pain?
You pick yourself up only to fall back on your knees,slip and break your bones,
Keep dialing for god but he don't call back,it seems love's gone on leave,only hate's at home,
But you either dead or alive,there's no between,no transitional phase,
Everything you said in your life you either mean,or all the damn spittin' will fade,
So if you already dead and gone,it's an unfortunate end to your life,
But if you heard or read this song it means it ain't the end that's arrived,
And if it ain't the end you survived through all that happened to you,
Thus making you more strong and wise,that's what anything that don't kill you happen to do.

2006-03-06T09:55:00.000-08:00

Just another day(story in rhyme)

It's just another day,I should be chilling at home,
But listen to what this brother say,this day I wasn't chilling alone,
Well technically I was alone 'coz the only other person was dead,
Now the trigger's squeezed,in his dome,was the ballistic version of lead,
I'm cursing,"I'm dead!" 'coz when the police come I don't have a chance,
I'm reversing my steps,examine what i've done,so i poke at his pants,
To see any evidence of a gun or a weapon so self-defence is an option,
I find a wallet and many cents along with a pen but no guns,so I'm lost son,
Only other choice is to keep the body concealed and remove all proof that it happened,
I'd seen this in film but this body is real and now the truth is I'm snappin',
Need to pull it together,so where can I dispose of the corpse?
Where he'll stay truly forever 'coz he was my neighbour,he's known by the cops,
And they know I owed him money,they know the fights and the threats,
Even though his loan is crummy,just for that he'd try snipe my respect,
So I'm a suspect the moment they know that he's no longer alive,
I wish the tec I hadn't chosen, but he tried to dishonour my wife,
So I take his body and my face brights up,I got the solution,
It's great!So shortly,I take a knife up and start,no confusion,
Take a couple of buckets and put them aside,fill a cauldron with soup,
I let out a chuckle like "Fuck It" and think of the garden and stoop,
Pull out the mixer and plug it into the socket and go,
Look at the soup and it's stirred,then I empty the dude's pockets and clothes,
Strip him naked,pull out a cleaver and chop him to bits,
Once done,take a breather,then take his watch and his shit,
Wrap it in a bag to throw away later,then keep his body parts in the bucket,
All cut out,throw them in grater,then mix till his body parts is like nuggets,
Put 'em in soup after I washed off the blood in in the drain,
Then went to the loo,but I wasn't there just flushin' in vain,
That way no evidence of blood being washed away was left in the house,
Then i put some carrots and chocolate cake in as well,then i felt that it's now,
That it's ready,a true gourmet dish,so I put off the gas and packed up the soup,
And so none of the boys say shit I had it dropped off by someone back at the loop,
This corner with charity houses,soup kitchens and shit,
No need to be panicky,now sit,dudes now sippin' his lip!

2006-02-21T11:44:00.000-08:00

Pen and a Pad

All I need is a pen and a pad,or a chalk and a slate,
Not the friends that I've had or the promise of fate,
All I want is the state,not the props or the daps,
Feelin' haunted of late,all I got is these tracks,
All I got is these raps,these words,these rhymes scribbled in notepads,
Like on the blocks with the cats and the curbs,addicts hold on to their dope-bags,
That's how I hold on my rhyme book,'coz I'm a junkie for flow,
So I flow songs till I find truth,these chumps see me and go,
"Yo you seen A-list,he's obsessed with his rhymes,he's in need of some help",
They say my dream's aimless,stress in my mind,not in greed of the wealth,
But in need of the health,mental in nature,they say I'm insane,
My issues are both fundamental and major,I play with my brain,
For these rhymes i conjure,pen in my hand and pad on my desk,
From my mind they come pure,like a prayer I got my hand on my chest,
After I'm done,like a prayer to God in respect of what is divine,
The bastard has come,feel like a slayer with sword,ready to check on the swine,
With my neck and my spine,straight like they say the righteous path is,
The shit I rep in my rhymes,always pumping just like your heart is,
Only it pumps blood,while I pump lyrical life into markings of ink,
Your body is pumped up while this miracle light reaches hearts and it shrinks,
The darkness,till illumination is universal like the label but no marketing price,
And all the heart's blessed,inspiration can burst through and turn sharks into mice,
And all the above were done not by some powers I pretended I had,
But this was all possible through the strentgh of a pen and a pad.

2006-02-17T12:07:00.000-08:00

One two One two

1,2,1,2...A monotonous beat providing my soundtrack,
I'ma come through,this son grew,not on these streets,you see before I found rap,
I was raise by my folks,well mostly my father,
He used to drink and he smoked,now as I grew larger,
He started getting strict,he had a funny way of discipline,
So I started getting whipped and the lashes were just sinking in,
So after him drinking gin,he'd make me march,called it exercise,
His breath was stinking,hm would tell me how my chest must rise,
Keep my posture straight,1,2,1,2,keep on the beat,
And now my shoulders shake,whenever I speak on the beat,
'Coz the rhythm reminds me of when my self-respect was taken away,
Lost in them visions,my mind be,so full of pain I can't say,
My father lived by the rhythm but his death wasn't in sync,
Like the disharmony hidden,came up on him,crushing the link,
A freak auto accident,but the son of a bitch was an impeccable driver!
Maybe some stress taxing him,god knows,the event left no survivors,
The car's phone dial tone was dead,beeping 1,2,1,2,
Imagine him trying for survival alone,who will come through?Some dude,
Found his dead body,and now raindrops on the roof forming that rhythm,
Eulogies will be said shortly,I feel nothing like my soul's lacking vision,
I never loved the man,as a kid I dreaded his presence and later just ignored hm,
So I touch his coffin with hand,felt some sorta essence,a peace of mind flowed in,
He was dead,I was the one who had to live,my dad was some dude!Dumb fool!
So I just shook my head while blessing his spirit,and my tears fell on him,1,2,1,2....

2006-02-17T11:44:00.000-08:00

Dreams

This right here is the work of a real lyricist,
And it's quite clear, the earth ain't where my lyrics is,
I spit the kind of bars that defy gravity,
And even though my mind's scarred and my eyes panicky,
From the danger I sensed, I still hold on to my calm,
In my brain's chamber I'm tense, a snake rolls on to my arm,
It's skin is so cold, I feel a chill in my spine,
It spins and it rolls, this shit's so real in my mind,
But it's not,this no jungle,I'm in the middle of the street,
On the block, now you wonder, is this a riddle to a beat?
Or is a postmodernist abstract mode of expression?
Am I just talking shit or is there a moral or lesson?
Does the snake stand for society and I be humanity?
Choked by the heirarchy, do is seek the meaning of true sanity?
I'ma have to stop you right there,'coz that's not what this is about,
I had a nightmare and now I'm just spitting it out,

It was just a bad dream, no cause for alarm,
You saw a bad scene, like a dead rat that falls on your arm,
Eyes turn red, and then it starts biting your heart,
At night you're in bed, and now you ain't liking the dark,

Little kids shiver at night 'coz they think the bogeyman is around,
Their lips quiver with fright,what if the bogeyman comes down?
They look at the closet door, if it even shakes they run,
Even drop to floor, all they night they wait for sun,
Some sleep with a night light but despite all you do,
Can't escape that night fright, hear the spirits calling you,
"Come on to sleep where pretty dreams you dream,
Where everything's sweet and it all seems so clean,"
Till the surface dissappears and you see the other side,
Where it's all very clear, you're in for another ride,
Where the mothers cried, every step has a landmine,
This ain't no other side, this just a man's mind,
You search but you can't find a way out of this mess,
You try but but you can't climb, you just lay down in your rest,
But what seems like rest may be a whole other thing,
It could be a dream like death, that your soul smothers in,

It was just a bad dream, no cause for alarm,
You saw a bad scene, like a dead rat that falls on your arm,
Eyes turn red, and then it starts biting your heart,
At night you're in bed, and now you ain't liking the dark,

They say life is a nightmare and death is when you awake from sleep,
And they say you see a white glare, so maybe all the hatred and grief,
Is all a dream, in the words of Christopher Wallace,
I remember the walls so clean, in that room where I was searching for knowledge,
In one of my dreams, though you could call it a vision,
And though it seems like an alcoholic with spittin',
'Coz I'm addicted to this, but there's more to the picture,
So as I'm flipping scripts and putting my soul in these scriptures,
But the dreams you see define the kind of person you are,
And it's me who is flippin' and cursing these stars,
Spittin' and hurting these scars, 'coz if your dreams define your humanity,
Then think about it, your nightmares define the cruel clarity,
Of the monsters inside, the dark side of the moon,
The roster of vice, the heart flies in a swoon,
Till you don't see them nightmares, them nightmares see you instead,
And that's the truth right there, the buzz you feel in your head.

2006-02-15T09:27:00.000-08:00

Nothing to smile about

I'm sorry if I ain't enthused about the new style's out,
It's not that I'm fused,I ain't got much to smile about,
But I ain't cryin',rage gleams in my eye,
Yes I am trying,fulfil my dreams till I die,

Have you ever been hated to the point where you couldn't take it?
All that they debated,like all your beliefs are just fake shit,
Pac said it best,it's me against the world,
But i feel dead in chest and it's still me against the world,
Peep this,a rapper among poets and pseudo intellectual groupies,
Busting deep shit,you know it,these intellectual groups be,
Looking down on me,like he's just rhymin' words,
Say he's clowning,see,never saw me as a diamond in dirt,
They write in fancy language,I speak like peeps usually do,
Fuck their pansy chants,hey,it is often usually true,
That is shit sounds hi fi,it's just a pile of a crap,
But they make it look like I say all these lies,it's wack,
Since I couldn't cut it,since I'm not as much of an artist,
You know what,fuck it,I don't write,I musically fart shit,
But what sense does it make,to glorify that which inspires no truth,
You see I find it's just fake,I may be an asshole but I ain't no chuth,
I mean fine,put me down,all I do is just rap,
Just an ability to rhyme,it's not an art,just a skill,it's a knack,

I'm sorry if I ain't enthused about the new style's out,
It's not that I'm fused,I ain't got much to smile about,
But I ain't cryin',rage gleams in my eye,
Yes I am trying,fulfil my dreams till I die,

As a kid I saw my dad beat on my mom,
And now shit,I see kats beat on my songs,
But i swear by everything I hold holy and sacred,
I'ma make you my fans till you fucking hate it,
Yo wait bitch,I ain't pissed,my life's a bed of thorns minus the roses,
Full of hate,shit,so sick of these retards who suppose shit,
I spit flows bitch,but that ain't even the half of it,
I see the doors close quick,I ain't no comic or laughing wit,
As a little boy i was told I wouldn't amount to shit,
My scars were my toys and to learn math i counted hits,
Another scratch on the wall,just more blood in my eye,
Now my back's on the wall,I'm stuck in the mud and I try,
I'm like the Dixie chicks when they said they were ashamed of Bush,
Putting up with bitch weak shit,but ain't just another lame to push,
They say it isn't personal,but rap music just isn't good,
First I cursed these dulls,now i know it's not about being misunderstood,
It's about racism,it's about hypocrisy and a hatred of truth,
So I try face these men,do what I can to change it in booth,
But it ain't workin',it's like an attempt to be crushing a wall,
And my soul's hurtin',my face shows I'm bustin' my balls,

I'm sorry if I ain't enthused about the new style's out,
It's not that I'm fused,I ain't got much to smile about,
But I ain't cryin',rage gleams in my eye,
Yes I am trying,fulfil my dreams till I die,

I remember my dad with a bat,about to beat the fuck outta me,
I know it's sad and it's wack,so when I bust out these frees,
There's a certain intensity,don't be fooled by the surface,
But i'm now sensing me and my entire life is just worthless,
I'm hurt with so many things I can't define or pin-point,
But I'm hanging onto the link,connected by a thin joint,
I sit and I spin coins,in the dark in a straitjacket,
Never said i was homophobic but yes,I do hate faggots,
Talking of homos,my dad,he almost paralyzed my mom,
And I was so cold,but now my rhymes are strong,
Not obsessed with the past,but I'm not one to forgive and forget,
Thoughts expressed through this mask,if he looks in my eyes,he'll see his own death,
I make jokes,but the clown never smiles under his face,
I never fake chokes,my style is to never be dazed
, I stood up to my dad at age twelve,and with that spirit i took rap,
I left behind those day's hells,and my motto is to never look back.

2006-02-15T07:01:00.000-08:00

The lyrics blog-"Tired"

Now the point of this new blog is to put some of my rhymes out there for ppl who are intrested in reading my lyrics(can i atleast pretend that such ppl exist?..lol)...u know..i freestyle a lot..but i write a lotta stuff too..so whuteva..if u feel it..lemme know..or if u don't...it's all good man...

This is a track i wrote recently..haven't recorded it yet....but it'll be up soon....it's called "Tired"

Tired of the bullshit,tired of the hate,
I'm just so tired that it's stupid,I'm tired of my state,
I'm tired of all that,matter of fact,I'm exhausted,
So I'm like fuck all the crap,I think I just lost it,

Sick of not getting credit,it's not even funny no more,
Now i've always felt sick,at first these dummys ignored,
Then did the first rap shows here,I'm a pioneer bitch!
Everytime I bust that flow it's clear,I done pioneered shit,
Always thought my friends would support,was wrong I guess,
So as I vent and it's dope,through my song my stress,
I express,'coz this bitterness,it hurts a lot,
In my chest and my soul,even when I curse the block,
With verses hot,that's the only therapy for me,
But I been feelin' worse a lot,maybe my therapy's weak,
Nah that's not it,I done figured this out,
Need to open the latch on shit,address what triggers this doubt,
This ill will,why do I feel alone and unappreciated?
Despite my real skill,kats do show me love,so why do i feel so hated?
It is the root of that emotion that I must find in this track,
So I look for the notion while putting my mind in this rap,

Tired of the bullshit,tired of the hate,
I'm just so tired that it's stupid,I'm tired of my state,
I'm tired of all that,matter of fact,I'm exhausted,
So I'm like fuck all the crap,I think I just lost it,

The truth is,you can't comprehend my genius,
When this youth spits,every syllable spent is serious,
And when I said it's genius,I really meant it's genius,
Even when I vent mischevious,though I never said it's tedious,
It's still what I do,this my life,my game,
This mic,this frame,even the strife,the pain,
The lies,the lames,take away hip hop and I cease to breathe,
Cannot survive,I'm sane as long as I strive to seize this league,
The day I quit,my heart will stop and my lungs collapse,
So even though it's dark and hot I gotta run,I gasp,
Catch my breath,witness hypocrisy and double standards,
Till my last I rep,but I got a bit of a troubled manner,
I expect my friends to understand but they just full of shit,
And I'm just full of this,I can't pull no clip,
Which is good,otherwise I might blow my brains out,
These mood swings are murder,you think you know my game now?
Just 'coz I put my name down?Fuck you bitch!
Yall say wassup but I'm on some "Know what?Fuck you" shit!

Tired of the bullshit,tired of the hate,
I'm just so tired that it's stupid,I'm tired of my state,
I'm tired of all that,matter of fact,I'm exhausted,
So I'm like fuck all the crap,I think I just lost it,

I'm the lone ranger,see me in the corner with a pen in my hand,
I don't know strangers and I can't make friends,understand,
I'm stuck in a cycle of bitter hate and loneliness,
Seeking a rifle,'coz sometimes it's only stress,
At other times the amplitude peaks to the vertex,
And God,I can't see you,and you ain't done shit about the hurt yet,
Contemplating suicide 'coz sometimes it hurts to breathe,
I wanna be through with life,feels like a million souls is cursing me,
Fall on knees,face smeared with tears and grief,
So if you call on me,I might just be near the creek,
Neck broken,hanging by a rope from a tree,
Embrace death open,I close my eyes and I'm free,
My heart feels broken and my soul is dying,
In the dark I'm pokin',to fill this hole I'm tryin',
But then again,I can't even kill myself,it sucks,
'Coz despite all the pain,I still feel myself too much,
To go out in the night and make my exit silently,
No,I gotta march and fight,show what I'm blessed with violently,
So i keep on living even though I'm still lonely and cold,
Only time I feel alive is when this homie does flow,

Tired of the bullshit,tired of the hate,
I'm just so tired that it's stupid,I'm tired of my state,
I'm tired of all that,matter of fact,I'm exhausted,
So I'm like fuck all the crap,I think I just lost it,