The Chase

pick your pleasure: money, women, fame, drugs, things/

run after these til your legs quit and lungs sting/

but how is the pace between your two ears/

slow it down can’t party like every night is New Year’s/

if you’re always chasing means you gotta stop and smell the ends/

are you good to other people, do they call you their friend/

make ambition work for you put that bitch out on the streets/

don’t let her run you ragged trying to impress the right peeps/

check twice you’ll never know what coulda been if you don’t take the leap/

hustlin’ might not get you nowhere unless you move your feet/

don’t forget about those you came up with and the ones you left behind/

learn from their mistakes but don’t judge them in your mind/

follow me I’ll show you my way/

ripped off from people who did it better/

back or forward you always gotta pay/

no one does it on their own or copies anyone to the letter/

Feminist Verse

some people waitin’ for y’all to realize it’s true/ others they hatin’ but they not sure who/ to blame so things stay the same/ fools ain’t got the brain to change/ or maybe it’s the heart/ their attitudes are like a fart/

their ego smells/ they treat women like they just crawled out of hell/ ladies are trying but you pushed ’em and they fell/ they’re trying to take care of us, talk sense to us/ just stop for a minute like the bus/

I’ll beat you to a dry pulp like snuff/ so you’ll know what it’s like to be treated rough/  she gave you life, she cooks your food/ the least you can do is maintain a good mood/ swallow your pride before it’s chewed/ the message is legit but the rhymes are crude/

if all you see is pussy I know who the bitch is/ we gotta help each other light up flip them switches/ stimulate the mind too connect strong like hitches/ you can’t buy someone no matter how much riches

u & i

WHAT YOU WON’T DO FOR LOVE

YOU DO WITH A SHRUG

 

PUT DOWN THE DRUGS

 

LIGHTEN UP YOUR MEAN MUGS
YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE SO BE KIND

 

KEEP YOUR EYES MOVING AND YOUR MONEY ON YOUR MIND

 

ELIPSES CROSS IN SPACES YOU FORGOT ABOUT

HOW DID YOU KNOW TIME WAS OUT

 

BUT ITS ALL GOOD WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE

AT LEAST GOT THROUGH IT WITH NO KIDS

 

A BALLAD TO YA MANIPULATIVE ASS NOW GRANDE

WHAT CAN YA DO IT’S KIND OF STRANGE

 

NOW YA KNOW WHAT I THOUGHT

ABOUT THOSE CROCODILE TEARS I WROUGHT

LOOK IN THE CEMETERY BURIED UNDER MY PLOT

A BLOCK FROM THE FRIED CHICKEN SPOT

BODIES ROT IN BLISSFUL HARMONY

GRATEFUL DEAD HOLDING COURT IN THE ARMORY

Borrowing Lines

Ain’t nowhere to run to. There ain’t nothing here for free

I butter my skis and jump off

Laughin’ it up like Bernie Madoff

My heart and mind clash sparks spray off

My AK JK this man fights with his words not his guns

I just wanna run-

Shit

Got my dome split

Decisions decisions kick your ribs until the bone splits

This track I own it

Racism Time on his chariot

Blazing dabs your joint barely lit

But I gotta stay clear and focus

Git up git out and get something

Don’t let the maze in your eye cast dice

Move unseen cause cartoon terror like mice

Don’t test unless you plan to sacrifice

Push yourself you can do it eat your rice

Sumo champ selling all my movie rights

That’s my dream or something close

Play close like Glenn skiing on toast

Epic Rap Battles of Literature: Uncle Tom vs Lil’ Eva

TOM: Well child it looks to me like your time has done come/

but ‘fore the good Lord calls you up Imma tell you somm’/

we ain’t gonna miss you it was all for show/

matter fact we was all glad to see you go/

you just a proud kid but you think you’re an angel/

you think you see me in heaven, you deranged yo/

Jesus this and Mary that/

St. Peter snatch up the welcome mat/ when he see you smilin’ his face be flat/

handin’ out your nasty hair what? why don’t you quit/

you couldn’t breath the air ’cause you smelled your own bullshit/

talkin’ love joy peace oh gimme a break/

you were still wet behind the ears your words were empty as space/

having faith is easy when you profit off the labor and suffering of another race

 

EVA: Tom I thought we was friends but that was so cold/

I guess you get bitter when you always bein’ sold/

but Haley ain’t the only one flippin’ flesh you did some sellin’ too–ya sell out/

couldn’t save the woman on the boat ya just stuttered maybe she fell out/

you gotta get up stand up for you and yours or get the hell out/

picture me rollin’ up in heaven came up so fast I almost got the bends/

you the lamest excuse for a hero don’t try to pretend/

I could end this battle right now if I said I heard ya master callin’/

you hustlin’ sweatin’ pushin’ a plow, I’m singing with the herald angels, eternally ballin’/

you plainer than the narrator of this book/

moaning like Nixon you ain’t a crook/

but you sittin’ in a cell/ you got nothin’ like a hermit crab without a shell/

I’m an abolitionist and you right I dunno what it’s like/

but I do know you just got served by a little bald tyke

Emcee Name Poll

 

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Giblet Potpourri

Irrelevant to this post. A cannon by the capitol building in Denver

Irrelevant to this post. A cannon by the capitol building in Denver

Thanksgiving is over and that means its time to go shopping…for diet pills because you ate too much and that is the only way to lose weight–I’m pretty sure–but there’s no way I’m gonna friggin exercise, forget that! Or um, you are I mean. Seriously though, to me, the heart of that holiday has nothing to do with Indians and pilgrims or turkey and pie and definitely not with football, but everything to do with getting the family and friends together to share each other’s company and love regardless of how crazy a year it has been or who won the last election or what hours some heartless employer whimsically schedules you or one of your loved ones to work to make them money. But I feel so  bad for receiving any increase in pay for working on a holiday because I know that the company isn’t making any more money despite the fact that there are three times the clientele cramming into the place in the lead up to it…But seriously I love my job just don’t love doing my job.

Two rabbits are sitting on a log and two frogs come up and say, “You guys are sitting on our log,” and one rabbit says, “Oh, I thought this was the ducks’ log,” and a frog says, “How does that make a difference? It’s still not your log!”

I will be putting up a poll soon to get some feedback on potential emcee names, those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about: that’s okay your feedback services will not be required. I find rap to be a wonderfully potent means of expression. I hope that if I do make songs that people will hear, that I will bring heart into my lyrics and never have lines for filler, or for the sake of the rhyme, or just saying I’m some sort of bad@$$ in a way that I’m really not (let’s face it, I’m already such a bad@$$ in so many ways that I really don’t need to do that anyway. It wouldn’t be well, modest). I can tell you some of my favorite emcees who inspire me are: Brother Ali, Immortal Technique, Del Tha Funkee Homosapien http://youtu.be/o0xDGXotGIE (if you don’t know who that is click this link and listen NOW!! , Mr. Lif, Mos Def, Eminem (his old stuff), 2pac, Bizarre, Gang Starr, and Nas, among others. I am going to practice writing lyrics to a beat and work on my flow so to speak. I look forward to sharing my art with you all. Peace out and God bless.