Christmas in the sticks
Time to leave my concrete home
our Jungle's gotten crowded
while my country stayed alone.
Now Moments from the past
will age and reappear;
When I leave I will keep searching
for what I can't find here.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Flying
So many nights
I dream the air
great company
awaits up there
But every time
I touch the sky
I find myself
in the dirt,
like rain.
or, mud.
I guess.
I dream the air
great company
awaits up there
But every time
I touch the sky
I find myself
in the dirt,
like rain.
or, mud.
I guess.
Shoestring Poetry
How long did it take this morning,
deciding that today you would
relegate yourself to the sex toy aisle?
I should say something about
degradation or stereotypes or something.
Damn you've got an ass.
~~
She spends the ride telling her mom
how disappointed she is in her brother
for his willingness to take
what he hasn't earned.
I want to lift her chin
so she can see
how beautiful the sunset is tonight.
~~~
A boy and a middle aged guy
with a skateboard
board the train.
The boy tells Blonde jokes,
the guy tells dirty jokes with crass language.
They laugh and smile.
This kid will be real popular next recess.
~~
Sit down next to a man in uniform
smell of cigarettes and sweat,
at least he's found a cause.
That's something.
deciding that today you would
relegate yourself to the sex toy aisle?
I should say something about
degradation or stereotypes or something.
Damn you've got an ass.
~~
She spends the ride telling her mom
how disappointed she is in her brother
for his willingness to take
what he hasn't earned.
I want to lift her chin
so she can see
how beautiful the sunset is tonight.
~~~
A boy and a middle aged guy
with a skateboard
board the train.
The boy tells Blonde jokes,
the guy tells dirty jokes with crass language.
They laugh and smile.
This kid will be real popular next recess.
~~
Sit down next to a man in uniform
smell of cigarettes and sweat,
at least he's found a cause.
That's something.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
The Squirrel
Fresh off a winter of buried nuts and long naps,
the furry little beast with cute, tufted ears
has come down off his tree to sit next to the bike path
that runs between Jamaica plain and the rest of Boston.
A path I battled a flat tire on for an extra hour on my way home last night,
in search of my bed
only to find myself deserting it not 4 hours hence
to repair my broken wheel
and hurriedly retrace my path back to a place
I sorely did not want to be.
Here the tiny creature waits,
watching a lone walker several hundred feet away before turning
and eyeing me with his glossy pupils.
My thoughts stared him down
willing him to leave our meeting till another day
but instead he crouched,
and waited until I was near parallel with his position,
adjacent to this pavement now bumpy from the tree roots
burrowing beneath it.
Suddenly he sprung!
Out onto the path and directly into my turning wheel,
reeling around and colliding again with my foot,
then scampered off to safer foliage.
There's no art in that.
He's just dumb.
the furry little beast with cute, tufted ears
has come down off his tree to sit next to the bike path
that runs between Jamaica plain and the rest of Boston.
A path I battled a flat tire on for an extra hour on my way home last night,
in search of my bed
only to find myself deserting it not 4 hours hence
to repair my broken wheel
and hurriedly retrace my path back to a place
I sorely did not want to be.
Here the tiny creature waits,
watching a lone walker several hundred feet away before turning
and eyeing me with his glossy pupils.
My thoughts stared him down
willing him to leave our meeting till another day
but instead he crouched,
and waited until I was near parallel with his position,
adjacent to this pavement now bumpy from the tree roots
burrowing beneath it.
Suddenly he sprung!
Out onto the path and directly into my turning wheel,
reeling around and colliding again with my foot,
then scampered off to safer foliage.
There's no art in that.
He's just dumb.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
The Blues
(Sung - minor blues)
It's just a short term memory, I don't remember no one
It's just a short term memory, I don't remember no one
Come clouds come winter, I won't remember the sun
[change, major blues, uptempo]
I woke up this morning, and nothing seemed alright
I woke up this morning, and everything seemed wrong
You've been on my mind
(Spoken)
They say that slavery was mother to the blues,
an infant torn inch from a dark womb by oppression and loss
in a birth so painful as to make a race cry out in Harmony.
They say Hate was the father, a strict patriarch that disciplined regularly,
using a whip to carve quarter inch reminders into aching backs
just to be sure this child never forgot how to moan.
I disagree.
(Sung)
I woke up this morning, and wished it was the night
I woke up this morning, and wished it was still the night
It's easier to hide when I can, turn out the lights
(spoken)
They say you must be depressed to sing the blues
They say you must have given up on life,
They say you must be beaten down, trod upon,
and so forsaken that you have given up hope,
with nothing left to give but the story of your pain.
I disagree.
I disagree because I believe that Love is the mother of blues,
the mother of music, mother of us all. The Love of yourself,
of hands and skin, of neighbors and family,
of Nature, of god, of Life, of Life,
The love of Life.
Love is our mother and although father may dwell in anger
we know it is every child's destiny to rebel against their father.
The Blues was born adolescent,
and like adolescence every sentiment has more meaning in the blues.
The sweet taste of honey, the sting of the it's maker,
your sweetest kiss, the sting of it's maker
are amplified in by love
into a celestial experience only people can understand.
(Sung)
In every joy, the memory of pain
In every loss, the promise redemption
in every sorrow, the search for love
(spoken)
The blues is a story of a people
and it is ever watchful, waiting for the next chapter
You see, us people, we're forgetful.
When you are stung by a bee, how quick are you to recall the sweet taste of honey?
When your mother dies, how long until you recall the way she tickled your belly as you laughed and squirmed away to hide,
waiting for her to come and pick you up against your half-hearted protests?
The next time you fall in love, how long before you remember what is to lose something truly dear to you?
We are forgteful, We are short term
but the blues is long term,
and the blues do not forget.
The blues remember, remembers because we can not.
Remembers the smile you had when you struck out on your own for the first time because you didn't need all that crap your parents put on you
Remembers the tears you cried when you found yourself hurt and alone, struggling to find an identity you felt comfortable in
Remembers every single person who didn't follow you out of dodge
The Blues remembers your first love, your first hate,
the first time you ever embarassed yourself in front of a crowd
and how we all told you to wear a belt with those pants.
The blues remembers that though summer's green and yellow whisper love poems in your ear
Winter's grey embrace will soon shut out every sound but that of your heart beat.
Though we may forget about
the blood ran hot, the blood that ran cold,
the blood that was property and the blood that turned
blossoms of hope into strange fruits plucked before their time
The blues does not.
All I'm sayingis, it might behoove us to remember
to ask every once in a while,
and let the blues to remind us.
(sung)
I woke up this morning
you were on my mind
I woke up this morning
you've been on my mind
I've been sleeping with the dreams
you never left behind
I woke up this morning
Just to see the suns first light
I woke up this morning
to watch it chase away the night
I believe,
yes I believe
that everything will be alright.
It's just a short term memory, I don't remember no one
It's just a short term memory, I don't remember no one
Come clouds come winter, I won't remember the sun
[change, major blues, uptempo]
I woke up this morning, and nothing seemed alright
I woke up this morning, and everything seemed wrong
You've been on my mind
(Spoken)
They say that slavery was mother to the blues,
an infant torn inch from a dark womb by oppression and loss
in a birth so painful as to make a race cry out in Harmony.
They say Hate was the father, a strict patriarch that disciplined regularly,
using a whip to carve quarter inch reminders into aching backs
just to be sure this child never forgot how to moan.
I disagree.
(Sung)
I woke up this morning, and wished it was the night
I woke up this morning, and wished it was still the night
It's easier to hide when I can, turn out the lights
(spoken)
They say you must be depressed to sing the blues
They say you must have given up on life,
They say you must be beaten down, trod upon,
and so forsaken that you have given up hope,
with nothing left to give but the story of your pain.
I disagree.
I disagree because I believe that Love is the mother of blues,
the mother of music, mother of us all. The Love of yourself,
of hands and skin, of neighbors and family,
of Nature, of god, of Life, of Life,
The love of Life.
Love is our mother and although father may dwell in anger
we know it is every child's destiny to rebel against their father.
The Blues was born adolescent,
and like adolescence every sentiment has more meaning in the blues.
The sweet taste of honey, the sting of the it's maker,
your sweetest kiss, the sting of it's maker
are amplified in by love
into a celestial experience only people can understand.
(Sung)
In every joy, the memory of pain
In every loss, the promise redemption
in every sorrow, the search for love
(spoken)
The blues is a story of a people
and it is ever watchful, waiting for the next chapter
You see, us people, we're forgetful.
When you are stung by a bee, how quick are you to recall the sweet taste of honey?
When your mother dies, how long until you recall the way she tickled your belly as you laughed and squirmed away to hide,
waiting for her to come and pick you up against your half-hearted protests?
The next time you fall in love, how long before you remember what is to lose something truly dear to you?
We are forgteful, We are short term
but the blues is long term,
and the blues do not forget.
The blues remember, remembers because we can not.
Remembers the smile you had when you struck out on your own for the first time because you didn't need all that crap your parents put on you
Remembers the tears you cried when you found yourself hurt and alone, struggling to find an identity you felt comfortable in
Remembers every single person who didn't follow you out of dodge
The Blues remembers your first love, your first hate,
the first time you ever embarassed yourself in front of a crowd
and how we all told you to wear a belt with those pants.
The blues remembers that though summer's green and yellow whisper love poems in your ear
Winter's grey embrace will soon shut out every sound but that of your heart beat.
Though we may forget about
the blood ran hot, the blood that ran cold,
the blood that was property and the blood that turned
blossoms of hope into strange fruits plucked before their time
The blues does not.
All I'm sayingis, it might behoove us to remember
to ask every once in a while,
and let the blues to remind us.
(sung)
I woke up this morning
you were on my mind
I woke up this morning
you've been on my mind
I've been sleeping with the dreams
you never left behind
I woke up this morning
Just to see the suns first light
I woke up this morning
to watch it chase away the night
I believe,
yes I believe
that everything will be alright.
Studying (a flo)
STudy flo
My head's been cracked open and
things keep falling out
someone suture me up
and stem the flow of doubts
that cut into my confidence
evidence that providence
lost faith my seed will sprout
Stuck back in the corner to small for a home
3 walls 4 racks and a case of beer incase my dome
so many people ask for smiles and paper I seem to favor
but I just want peace, quiet, books,
I just want to be left alone
Friday Sunday Thursday Saturday
could've been my choice, could've been my voice
while your boys been out causing problem I've been earning a check
checking the rhythms of varied sound systems
use my eyes, use my ears, I can read what's been written on walls
so sugar salt the rim and be sure that it glistens
for when the limelight hits to chase that taste - listen
It's been a long night, I find it hard to concentrate
I'd rather procrastinate and listen to my roomates
fuck off and fuck around with nothing better to do
than drink, get high and assassinate my chances
of falling asleep in the near future
It's a long night ahead
My head is cracked
Give me sutures
My head's been cracked open and
things keep falling out
someone suture me up
and stem the flow of doubts
that cut into my confidence
evidence that providence
lost faith my seed will sprout
My heads been cracked open
things keep falling out
someone suture me up
and stem the flow throughout
a time of misery
that follows me a history
of Hillary's and pills that be
manufactured at distilleries
all working to box you in
and I want- out
My head's been cracked open and
things keep falling out
someone suture me up
and stem the flow of doubts
that cut into my confidence
evidence that providence
lost faith my seed will sprout
Stuck back in the corner to small for a home
3 walls 4 racks and a case of beer incase my dome
so many people ask for smiles and paper I seem to favor
but I just want peace, quiet, books,
I just want to be left alone
Friday Sunday Thursday Saturday
could've been my choice, could've been my voice
while your boys been out causing problem I've been earning a check
checking the rhythms of varied sound systems
use my eyes, use my ears, I can read what's been written on walls
so sugar salt the rim and be sure that it glistens
for when the limelight hits to chase that taste - listen
It's been a long night, I find it hard to concentrate
I'd rather procrastinate and listen to my roomates
fuck off and fuck around with nothing better to do
than drink, get high and assassinate my chances
of falling asleep in the near future
It's a long night ahead
My head is cracked
Give me sutures
My head's been cracked open and
things keep falling out
someone suture me up
and stem the flow of doubts
that cut into my confidence
evidence that providence
lost faith my seed will sprout
My heads been cracked open
things keep falling out
someone suture me up
and stem the flow throughout
a time of misery
that follows me a history
of Hillary's and pills that be
manufactured at distilleries
all working to box you in
and I want- out
Saturday, February 27, 2010
When will you come down?
Fire racing, fire chasing, fire we set free
Torchlight guide, fires blazing
Shepard that we lead
Fire-fire-fire racing
chasing towards the trees...
I am awake. My eyes are open.
I will see souls stripped bare tonight,
I will see bodies stripped of their clothes,
I will see people stripped of their humanity,
I will see bodies stripped of their souls.
Realize that anger is pain.
Realize that Heat rises.
Brother, when will you come down?
My head feels so tight I could scream,
yet our mouths remain shut
a vice, a weight pressing on the sides of the skull
like an ugly crown, a demons headdress,
the devil's blessing bonded with skin we use
to escape the fate of those bonded with skin
we liken to our shadows,
and rid ourselves of both by the light of fire.
Anger is pain.
Thy kingdom come of fire, of heat
of fists, spit, and blood
Father! I am paralyzed by the steadiness of your hand
and light in your eyes as you tied the knot.
How clean you look, standing to watch the pendulum swing
back and forth,
back and forth,
as the breeze counts our sins.
Mother! Your sweet voice brings comfort no longer, but instead
haunts me in its silence. All I hear now is the echo of your screams
as they introduced you to their friend the flame.
Sister! Look not upon charred flesh as a darkening of skin,
but a darkening of souls. Hung here is the ugly hearth of your patronage,
cold hearts alighting in helpless tinder with vigilante sparks.
Sear your brain with the pain he felt as you watch the infernal smoke
rising so black into the night.
This is no dream, you're eyes are open.
Realize that heat rises.
Brother! When will you come down?
Thy kingdom come upon us, come uppance
all come to soon and gone in a flash
what purpose, what justice of our divine wrath?
what divinity so wrathful to lead our smiling descent to the gates of hell
and watch approvingly as we hold our brothers down, laughing as they drown in pain?
Hold your revelry for but a moment,
and you will hear minds crack in this inferno
You will hear our souls dry, wither, and waste.
You will hear a body burn.
Realize
air becomes more and more scarce
as muscles clench tighter and tighter
until they're ready to break with tension
and flail out to destroy everything within reach
screaming freedom while wrapping the chains
tighter around all of us
tighter around our throats
to keep us from speaking
tighter around his neck
to keep him from breathing
and higher, higher up the tree
Brother, when will you come down?
Fire racing, fire chasing, fire in the trees
Torchlight guide, fires blazing
Shepard that we lead
Fire-fire-fire blazing
Fire we set free...
--
We of the South have never recognized the right of the negro to govern white men, and we never will. We have never believed him to be the equal of the white man, and we will not submit to his gratifying his lust on our wives and daughters without lynching him." - South Carolina Governor and Senator Benjamin R. Tillman, 1900.
Look first at Stacy, then turn to the little girl in the summer dress, looking at Stacy, and then to the man behind her, perhaps her father, in the spotless white shirt and slacks and the clean white skimmer. They will stand there forever, admiring the proof of their civilization.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Ink
My eyes are tattooed with the ink of your skin
images, shapes are all just a guise
for the visage of you that makes my heart sing,
Love and obsession are much the same thing.
Your hair is knotted with grease and grey matter
synapse fire I can feel in my chest,
feel your heart beat, inhale your sweet cream colored scent
though I left thousands of miles to lie
westward between us
as you set in the east,
bedding your Venus right beneath the blankets of snow
I can't melt
no matter how hot I think am.
I can not touch, and I can not look
because you're design is inked in everything I see
Your curves lounge in every shape and shadow
Your laugh in every crowded hallway,
My thoughts have been branded with your silky iron.
It might just be really bad timing,
but you and me, we could've been something physical,
visceral; two dogs in heat with no catch between us,
no pounds except the pound of flesh
pounding in our chests as we pound each other
into happy oblivion.
You the fire, I the smoke.
Tangled up and awash in orange glow
hot with your heat
as you writhe beneath
pushing me up into the sky
Paws without rabbits,
Honey without bees,
Ink without paper.
I can paint you razor blade incisions without blood,
just the scarlet flush of pain and pleasure
slithering up your back until it overtakes your tongue singing
the ecstatic white rolling through your eyes out the top of your head
and back down to rest in the nape of your neck
while you recoil to strike again.
You-me
knock-down
drag-out
no rules and no holds barred.
Hit me so hard that when it's all over I can still taste your blood in my mouth.
One for the ages.
You,
Girl,
Snake,
Eden,
Woman.
My eyes are tattooed with the ink of your skin,
colors and shapes are all just a guise
For the image of you that makes my heart sing
Love and obsession are much the same thing.
images, shapes are all just a guise
for the visage of you that makes my heart sing,
Love and obsession are much the same thing.
Your hair is knotted with grease and grey matter
synapse fire I can feel in my chest,
feel your heart beat, inhale your sweet cream colored scent
though I left thousands of miles to lie
westward between us
as you set in the east,
bedding your Venus right beneath the blankets of snow
I can't melt
no matter how hot I think am.
I can not touch, and I can not look
because you're design is inked in everything I see
Your curves lounge in every shape and shadow
Your laugh in every crowded hallway,
My thoughts have been branded with your silky iron.
It might just be really bad timing,
but you and me, we could've been something physical,
visceral; two dogs in heat with no catch between us,
no pounds except the pound of flesh
pounding in our chests as we pound each other
into happy oblivion.
You the fire, I the smoke.
Tangled up and awash in orange glow
hot with your heat
as you writhe beneath
pushing me up into the sky
Paws without rabbits,
Honey without bees,
Ink without paper.
I can paint you razor blade incisions without blood,
just the scarlet flush of pain and pleasure
slithering up your back until it overtakes your tongue singing
the ecstatic white rolling through your eyes out the top of your head
and back down to rest in the nape of your neck
while you recoil to strike again.
You-me
knock-down
drag-out
no rules and no holds barred.
Hit me so hard that when it's all over I can still taste your blood in my mouth.
One for the ages.
You,
Girl,
Snake,
Eden,
Woman.
My eyes are tattooed with the ink of your skin,
colors and shapes are all just a guise
For the image of you that makes my heart sing
Love and obsession are much the same thing.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
And also...
Some unused hip-hop stuff. a couple lyrical exercises in here emulating some peoples writing styles and what not.
They call me a cracker 'cause I eat cheese
I can't really argue with that
because I really do enjoy cheese...
Be an MC
Get up - Stand up - Let me see your hands up
I said Hands up! Can't you see this is stand up?
Better mind your manna's 'cause I'm a Bruce Banna'
say the wrong thing and I might just smash ya' -
Bash ya - trash ya while I say
Cow-a-bunga baby, do you like me when I'm angry?
now c'mon children let's all play nice
I am a rhythm junkie and this is my vice
here is my lighter and here is my spoon
inject the beats and we all get loony
I'll make you believe that crazy shit
when I'm up in your head like Joseph smith
I can cause bad dreams in the might
Move your hips kate bush like -
'Wuthering, wuthering wuthering heights!'
so bow get down, I am the new prophet
you could call me gibraltar by the way that I rock it
The D Moe B be moe MC, the best maybe just wait and see
well p2p e r o p
brb t-ttly talk to you later gotta go now bye!
+
Weezy Styles
Keep me up like viagra
nicotine, caffeine, dopamine sandman
call him the bag-man
'cause he brings me paper baskets
full of zip lock bags and
-Damn man- My feet took hands and
ran to Istan-bul -
-Fool honey with tongues I don't understand man-
'cause I can - can
I'm gonna push buttons like a boy named boojee
Fuck up the pace like a kid named Cudi
Fuck up the game like a guy named Rudi
Man that won't shut up 'cause he don't give a fuck
So sue me
unh
Here's the forward lateral
you and your crew, well you're all just colateral
damage to my shrapnel - thoughts-
roam coast to coast with a hat held like
apple pie in the sky
I'm getting hungry, I guess we better get hiiiiiigggghhhh
+
Oh look at that
We're back in your house again
slipping in I'm slithering
so silky smooth your glistening
and explode like nitroglycerin
If your speaker's got cones
then this is what you dip them in
with a sound so sweet and cool like ice cream
make you want to break out and make your own scene
If you are ground then I am the power
I got the charge to last for hours
Gimme the sweet and I'll give you sour
You gave me your daughter she gave me her flower
So tell me petunia, where is the metal?
I thought you had it covered with a rose petal
I can't hear it, but I can smell
I know when I pass through your layer of hell
Sweetest apple of my eye,
call me william tell
Please take a step back,
I've got fruit to sell.
+
Sadist playlist leaning on a tasteless rascist
gonna be wasted - basted- to dry for hatred - faceless
don't waste this chance to make this miracle reality
gonna be a new breed climbing up the old trees
dress up like a newsy - nose free- never caught
standing to feel free so let me be- acosted by your
news team on a cross beam, so dock me - down-
mock me - up- it's so costly making anarchy
jesus joseph mother of mary
who gives a fuck?
+
In a world where kids sell drugs to babies to support their baby
that's pregnant with their kid
who will never be a baby much the same as they did
on perilous streets where the goat billies the kids
who can't escape the grid
locked insanely in a prison not of his own creation
or his fathers or evil men
but instead by the indifference of the masses
complacent and lazy
so believe me when I say
oh baby...
sitting on a busy street as hip and jive collide
with the smell of unwashed hands and feet
bodily unrest from the booze or lack of sleep, I -
Hear you whisperin' in the ear of your lover
mumbled to yourself as you sleep in the gutter -
light that cigarette and suck it like a teet if you're
going to tell me nothing ever tasted so sweet
-
In justice we'd trust if our justices weren't corrupted
disrupted as an american regime assaults the american dream
using america's means to achieve unamerican ends
but when would my schemes justify another mans means
or worse defining where where his dream ends?
please allow me to mention a dissention in the ranks
because we're losing all your pensions to scoundrels thieves and mountebanks
-
I'm back like a prophet
so get ready to cough it (up)
get your's before I stop it (up)
because I am more profitable than the most hospitable hospital
that I see you at,
with your mario messiah who never tires like sonic the hedgehog
drinking tonics and all pissed
about the death of the sega
yo there went a major player when we lost it
so all the players say aw shit
what? I thought you all was catholic
but don't get me wrong
we can go on and on
cause this song is a bong
and I ain't gonna stop rich
'cause I'm all about the long hits
especially when its
one of my favorite topics
so get ready to go when I flow on pokemon - kids!
So, Fuck ash catch'em. We be the greatest
and my ass'd dispatch'em if he ever had to face this
actual master, I'm like a natural disaster
with relentless hits that keep on coming
only faster and faster
in a barrage of, endless ferver
I'm the relentless pervert
who's got you on his server
from when he hurredly scurried worried around your house
because he's thirty and dirty and you might think he's kind of nerdy
or you might think he's a perv-yes
he was all the while word-less
he caught you in a short-dress
got pictures of you shirt-less
and unless you best the vets your best bet is to let it rest and just
forget, about it
pretend that you don't know, about it
resend that im text, without it
until you can't ignore, how it's
on every screen and every teenagers dream
collecting the cream and it makes you want to scream
Do it - Miky and the Sex Machine!
-
Well my name is DMOB I come to get respect
if you want to rhyme then I'll dance eclectic
follow all the clues I'm a rhyme detective
the name is dmob memorize respect it
So inspect this, mystery
Move to the left keep my symmetry
Move to the right, I'll rock the same
Now I'm moving on up
well that's the name of the game
I'm so calm as I handle this
You might just think I'm a pacifist
but don't be fooled by this manifest
'cause I'll kick you in the fucking teeth! What?!
Well my name is DMOB I come to get respect
if you want to rhyme then I'll dance eclectic
follow all the clues I'm a rhyme detective
the name is dmob memorize respect it
Well inspect this, here's a mystery
Scooby-dooby doo who's the best mc?
Who's got the flow? Who's got the meter?
Who will blow your mind then blow your speakers?
Your teachers were right, shut up and learn
Who's always there with the quick return?
who rock your body like he rock the mic?
'Who is the hotty with the body so tight?
See through the smoke and you discern
Who got your people shouting, _hoof_ Burn!
Who is this mad man, who could he be?
well olly olly olly oxen free!
Would you expect the DMOB?
Hell yes, Hell no! No one expects me
a sluth in the night a real noir detective.
-
Now see here's your problem
you get no Sun
You hide in the basement from
every One
You say it's ok 'cause
you get work Done
But hey there- hey man-
where's your fun?
`-
I was born with dinosaurs
who came and forswore
the gladdest of all whores
to knock on your door
In these times of war
You better find your metaphor
and keep it in store
to rock it real hardcore
-
Like hootie and the blowfish you just ain't (got the) metal
I rock like a boulder you're more like a pebble
I hold like gibralter you succumb to the devil
You know I'm the Luke Skywalker man you ain't even a rebel
They call me a cracker 'cause I eat cheese
I can't really argue with that
because I really do enjoy cheese...
Be an MC
Get up - Stand up - Let me see your hands up
I said Hands up! Can't you see this is stand up?
Better mind your manna's 'cause I'm a Bruce Banna'
say the wrong thing and I might just smash ya' -
Bash ya - trash ya while I say
Cow-a-bunga baby, do you like me when I'm angry?
now c'mon children let's all play nice
I am a rhythm junkie and this is my vice
here is my lighter and here is my spoon
inject the beats and we all get loony
I'll make you believe that crazy shit
when I'm up in your head like Joseph smith
I can cause bad dreams in the might
Move your hips kate bush like -
'Wuthering, wuthering wuthering heights!'
so bow get down, I am the new prophet
you could call me gibraltar by the way that I rock it
The D Moe B be moe MC, the best maybe just wait and see
well p2p e r o p
brb t-ttly talk to you later gotta go now bye!
+
Weezy Styles
Keep me up like viagra
nicotine, caffeine, dopamine sandman
call him the bag-man
'cause he brings me paper baskets
full of zip lock bags and
-Damn man- My feet took hands and
ran to Istan-bul -
-Fool honey with tongues I don't understand man-
'cause I can - can
I'm gonna push buttons like a boy named boojee
Fuck up the pace like a kid named Cudi
Fuck up the game like a guy named Rudi
Man that won't shut up 'cause he don't give a fuck
So sue me
unh
Here's the forward lateral
you and your crew, well you're all just colateral
damage to my shrapnel - thoughts-
roam coast to coast with a hat held like
apple pie in the sky
I'm getting hungry, I guess we better get hiiiiiigggghhhh
+
Oh look at that
We're back in your house again
slipping in I'm slithering
so silky smooth your glistening
and explode like nitroglycerin
If your speaker's got cones
then this is what you dip them in
with a sound so sweet and cool like ice cream
make you want to break out and make your own scene
If you are ground then I am the power
I got the charge to last for hours
Gimme the sweet and I'll give you sour
You gave me your daughter she gave me her flower
So tell me petunia, where is the metal?
I thought you had it covered with a rose petal
I can't hear it, but I can smell
I know when I pass through your layer of hell
Sweetest apple of my eye,
call me william tell
Please take a step back,
I've got fruit to sell.
+
Sadist playlist leaning on a tasteless rascist
gonna be wasted - basted- to dry for hatred - faceless
don't waste this chance to make this miracle reality
gonna be a new breed climbing up the old trees
dress up like a newsy - nose free- never caught
standing to feel free so let me be- acosted by your
news team on a cross beam, so dock me - down-
mock me - up- it's so costly making anarchy
jesus joseph mother of mary
who gives a fuck?
+
In a world where kids sell drugs to babies to support their baby
that's pregnant with their kid
who will never be a baby much the same as they did
on perilous streets where the goat billies the kids
who can't escape the grid
locked insanely in a prison not of his own creation
or his fathers or evil men
but instead by the indifference of the masses
complacent and lazy
so believe me when I say
oh baby...
sitting on a busy street as hip and jive collide
with the smell of unwashed hands and feet
bodily unrest from the booze or lack of sleep, I -
Hear you whisperin' in the ear of your lover
mumbled to yourself as you sleep in the gutter -
light that cigarette and suck it like a teet if you're
going to tell me nothing ever tasted so sweet
-
In justice we'd trust if our justices weren't corrupted
disrupted as an american regime assaults the american dream
using america's means to achieve unamerican ends
but when would my schemes justify another mans means
or worse defining where where his dream ends?
please allow me to mention a dissention in the ranks
because we're losing all your pensions to scoundrels thieves and mountebanks
-
I'm back like a prophet
so get ready to cough it (up)
get your's before I stop it (up)
because I am more profitable than the most hospitable hospital
that I see you at,
with your mario messiah who never tires like sonic the hedgehog
drinking tonics and all pissed
about the death of the sega
yo there went a major player when we lost it
so all the players say aw shit
what? I thought you all was catholic
but don't get me wrong
we can go on and on
cause this song is a bong
and I ain't gonna stop rich
'cause I'm all about the long hits
especially when its
one of my favorite topics
so get ready to go when I flow on pokemon - kids!
So, Fuck ash catch'em. We be the greatest
and my ass'd dispatch'em if he ever had to face this
actual master, I'm like a natural disaster
with relentless hits that keep on coming
only faster and faster
in a barrage of, endless ferver
I'm the relentless pervert
who's got you on his server
from when he hurredly scurried worried around your house
because he's thirty and dirty and you might think he's kind of nerdy
or you might think he's a perv-yes
he was all the while word-less
he caught you in a short-dress
got pictures of you shirt-less
and unless you best the vets your best bet is to let it rest and just
forget, about it
pretend that you don't know, about it
resend that im text, without it
until you can't ignore, how it's
on every screen and every teenagers dream
collecting the cream and it makes you want to scream
Do it - Miky and the Sex Machine!
-
Well my name is DMOB I come to get respect
if you want to rhyme then I'll dance eclectic
follow all the clues I'm a rhyme detective
the name is dmob memorize respect it
So inspect this, mystery
Move to the left keep my symmetry
Move to the right, I'll rock the same
Now I'm moving on up
well that's the name of the game
I'm so calm as I handle this
You might just think I'm a pacifist
but don't be fooled by this manifest
'cause I'll kick you in the fucking teeth! What?!
Well my name is DMOB I come to get respect
if you want to rhyme then I'll dance eclectic
follow all the clues I'm a rhyme detective
the name is dmob memorize respect it
Well inspect this, here's a mystery
Scooby-dooby doo who's the best mc?
Who's got the flow? Who's got the meter?
Who will blow your mind then blow your speakers?
Your teachers were right, shut up and learn
Who's always there with the quick return?
who rock your body like he rock the mic?
'Who is the hotty with the body so tight?
See through the smoke and you discern
Who got your people shouting, _hoof_ Burn!
Who is this mad man, who could he be?
well olly olly olly oxen free!
Would you expect the DMOB?
Hell yes, Hell no! No one expects me
a sluth in the night a real noir detective.
-
Now see here's your problem
you get no Sun
You hide in the basement from
every One
You say it's ok 'cause
you get work Done
But hey there- hey man-
where's your fun?
`-
I was born with dinosaurs
who came and forswore
the gladdest of all whores
to knock on your door
In these times of war
You better find your metaphor
and keep it in store
to rock it real hardcore
-
Like hootie and the blowfish you just ain't (got the) metal
I rock like a boulder you're more like a pebble
I hold like gibralter you succumb to the devil
You know I'm the Luke Skywalker man you ain't even a rebel
Unused Lyrics
going through my lyric box, and came across these guys who don't look like they have any outlets in the near future. They range from joking to serious to who knows what. Thought I'd put them up just so they have somewhere to be, let me know if there's any you think stand out.
Summer
and on these long- summer nights
when I can do no wrong - still I can do no right
or so they say
You wear those worn-black tights
You'll keep my eyes wide open-and my mouth shut tight
so let's just say - we did it anyway
the sky is black - the ground is blue
my head is soaking - but I'll follow you
On a night like this I've got nothing else to do
but seek out some adventure - pretend that dreams come true
If I'm not back by sunrise just wait till tomorrow night
when the sun comes up again I'll be dreaming by its light
If you give a foot then I'll give a rub
If you've got a smile then I've got some love
You take the cougar and I'll take the cub
You save your money and I'll save my stub
So let me dance outside in the middle of the night
Let's scream let's shout let's break something
to prove that we're alive
I can't feel the ground but I can sure taste the sky
I've found it hard to catch my breath
ever since you caught my eye
Say - don't say - oh hell just
say it anyway
if it's something if it's nothing
just as long as you say something
I just want to hear you while I can
soon you'll understand
Stay - don't stay - oh hell just
stay here anyway
it could be something it could be nothing
I like to think that we've got something
and you,
are surely something.
_+_
(Don't) Drink to this song
This is a love song
throwing up to alcohol
a pretty sad tale
about what I hate most of all
You see there's a little standie on my shoulder
he tells me what to do
and tells me what to say
and the best advice he ever gave
was that you're doing it wrong
if you don't hurt the next day
Don't drink to this song
You can handle that, for just so long
Don't drink to this song
or scratch that, and drink along
He's an angel and a devil
my worst best friend
elegantly disheveled
in an uptown trend
He scolds me, he holds me
he gives me high fives
he tells me where to touch
and when the time is right
Don't drink to this song
You can handle that, for just so long
So don't drink to this song
it's against the point but you'll sing along
Don't drink to this song
If your head doesn't hurt than you're doing it wrong
_+_
Will it be Grape juice or wine?
Do you want good times or fine?
Do you want your confection with candy on top
or simply cigarrettes on the side?
Started out in front of a tv
learned my lessons from a bugged bunny
Maming and a drop
could never break my bones
Then came the years when we discovered sex
and in with it came the skin-a-flex
oh the new found pleasure
in being alone
now everyones a critic
and they're saying more so
but I still love all these cartoons
...and porno
and when it's time for goodbyes
is it tears in our eyes?
Will we shake hands
or hug tight and cry?
Will we share our grief
or hold the belief
if we keep it inside
that it's not just hiding
_+_
When I was younger I used to think
that everyone and everything was - make believe
Yes everything and everyone just - wasn't real
and now that I've grown older well
well it's the same deal
Maybe your a figment of my, imagination
or maybe you're just like, that old radio station
that I never heard but thought about
and baby you're what I dream about
and now you say I've got to believe
You were never with me
I keep trippin' or the world's just trickin'
my already blurred sense, of reality
My vision keeps flippin', I feel like I've been stricken
with a condition I call lonely
Still you're just a figment of my - imagination
baby it's getting harder to - be so patient
so c'mon girl let talk about it
I promise not to shout it out if
You won't try to make me believe
You were never with me
_+_
The soul and the fox are lying together
with stonewall jackson between them
the joker and the smile are toking the while
down the upstairs where we can't see them
so keep a dilated ete, and don't be shy
to remove these knives stuck in my atrium
and they love each other as shadows love the sun
yes I need you, but I'll never be the only one
So gimme my
self - medication
self - medication, dedication to medication
Giveth spirit, giveth heart, giveth strength
when you're giving pain
This clown's in love with celluloid
I watch wrapped up in cell-o-phane
It must be magic how the magic managed
so mixed up in hair
the world's an ocean - my head is swimming
I might be choking, but I swear
I will be there
with my
Self - Medication, Self - Medication
dedication to medication
Swallow me chewed
whole me first
stitch me down
and dress me up
cut me closed
open me in
help me hard
'cause I need some - Fuck
Self -Medication
_+_
My balls have a chin strap
My face is going numb
I'm shaven and exposed
and looking pretty dumb
if I sleep on your couch
will you let me in your head
can I hold real still
and pretend that I am dead?
My balls have a chin strap
My stomachs pooching out
I've got cuts and I've got bruises
I don't want to talk about
If I hang with your friends
Will you finally think I'm cool
if I hold my breath
like I'm drowning in your pool
My balls have a chin strap
as my insides tear apart
they're reaching for my liver
but they'll settle for your heart
If I party real hard
will you tell me it's alright
will you take me back home
to pretend for just one night
My balls have a chin strap
this strapping chin has balls
I've started wearing neckties
and screening all my calls
Now I'm finally moving up
so will you be moving out?
where do you think you live
when your head becomes your house?
_+_
Old timee
I - will set the world afire
You'll - be overcome with hot desire
We - will bask in the heat of the night
and then I'll - love - you
When I drop bombs you will see
People scream and they will flee
But I'll hold on tight so you don't take flight
and then you'll love me
To prove my love is true
I'll burn a city or two
We'll skip through the flames
to my hide away
to waste the days
we'll play the games
that only lovers can
'cause I'll be your man
and then - I'll love you
_+_
We'll I'm a true blue roller with a possee to match
keepin jerry off the button that's why I'm on the attack
they never made a chain that could - keep me
I've come to rock - knock-knocking with my golden key
I'm a runaway child from a dead frontier
give me your daughters watch them - disappear
read my paper if you're looking for a show
if you're ready for action, if you're ready to go
You gotta - break in- before you -break out
When I'm done you know I've come
you'll all be tossed about
I'm gonna - freak in - to make you - freak out
I want to run let's all get dumb
'cause I can't hear you shout
YEAH!!!!!!!
(claps)
Well I'm a good looking nazi hatin son of a bitch
keep an eye on the wall and a trigger finger twitched
With a 37 barrel and a 52 hide
Looks like I'm all loaded well I'm ready to ride
_+_
Lady in purple I can see
Lady in purple I can see
down - down
Lady in purple come with me
Lady in purple come with me
now- now
I want you to go down while we go up
show you my soul while I'm stuck
in you
Purple in transit
Purple in between
I want it on the floor
I want the skin beneath
Purple in plastic
Purple in between (your legs)
You want it on the floor
You want in between your jeans
push you up against the door
and show you what I mean
Lady in purple lets be free
Lady in purple wait with me
up - down
Lady in purple come with me
Lady come with me
Lady come with me
I said come with me
Now
Cut the small talk
Let's fuck.
_+_
I'm a little upset, with you
You fucked me good, it's true
You'll learn to regret, what you've done to me
Catchya if ya catchya but you can't catch me
I'm a little wily mr. coyote
I'll keep on running and I'm running till the day I die
If you ask, I couldn't tell you why
Catch'ya they'll dispatch you put ya on the team
blisters on your hands from rubbing on their feet
run that course if you've no heart to defy
Me I'm just look for some TMI
_+_
American Spirits
So the west's finally been won
Blood red dirt awash in red red blood
Brushed aside in search of gold
Beneath this setting sun
This land has just begun
To show the riches that lie beneath her
I want to pierce a vein, hit a bleeder
She asks for lips, but your a teether
So we finally have won
Let the stone mason be as rich
as all these dead men should
The rest of us live on to make sure
their story's told
to the children who'll grow old
Beneath this setting sun.
+
Born into the night
bright lights to run me down
broken in a fight
revived for another round
you went away
came back and held me down
I went away
came back and you'd skipped town
It kills me to see you hurt
my heart's stuck in your brain
With serotonin - and the rain
Keep mine high, don't despair
I can't fix you,
but I'll be there
Summer
and on these long- summer nights
when I can do no wrong - still I can do no right
or so they say
You wear those worn-black tights
You'll keep my eyes wide open-and my mouth shut tight
so let's just say - we did it anyway
the sky is black - the ground is blue
my head is soaking - but I'll follow you
On a night like this I've got nothing else to do
but seek out some adventure - pretend that dreams come true
If I'm not back by sunrise just wait till tomorrow night
when the sun comes up again I'll be dreaming by its light
If you give a foot then I'll give a rub
If you've got a smile then I've got some love
You take the cougar and I'll take the cub
You save your money and I'll save my stub
So let me dance outside in the middle of the night
Let's scream let's shout let's break something
to prove that we're alive
I can't feel the ground but I can sure taste the sky
I've found it hard to catch my breath
ever since you caught my eye
Say - don't say - oh hell just
say it anyway
if it's something if it's nothing
just as long as you say something
I just want to hear you while I can
soon you'll understand
Stay - don't stay - oh hell just
stay here anyway
it could be something it could be nothing
I like to think that we've got something
and you,
are surely something.
_+_
(Don't) Drink to this song
This is a love song
throwing up to alcohol
a pretty sad tale
about what I hate most of all
You see there's a little standie on my shoulder
he tells me what to do
and tells me what to say
and the best advice he ever gave
was that you're doing it wrong
if you don't hurt the next day
Don't drink to this song
You can handle that, for just so long
Don't drink to this song
or scratch that, and drink along
He's an angel and a devil
my worst best friend
elegantly disheveled
in an uptown trend
He scolds me, he holds me
he gives me high fives
he tells me where to touch
and when the time is right
Don't drink to this song
You can handle that, for just so long
So don't drink to this song
it's against the point but you'll sing along
Don't drink to this song
If your head doesn't hurt than you're doing it wrong
_+_
Will it be Grape juice or wine?
Do you want good times or fine?
Do you want your confection with candy on top
or simply cigarrettes on the side?
Started out in front of a tv
learned my lessons from a bugged bunny
Maming and a drop
could never break my bones
Then came the years when we discovered sex
and in with it came the skin-a-flex
oh the new found pleasure
in being alone
now everyones a critic
and they're saying more so
but I still love all these cartoons
...and porno
and when it's time for goodbyes
is it tears in our eyes?
Will we shake hands
or hug tight and cry?
Will we share our grief
or hold the belief
if we keep it inside
that it's not just hiding
_+_
When I was younger I used to think
that everyone and everything was - make believe
Yes everything and everyone just - wasn't real
and now that I've grown older well
well it's the same deal
Maybe your a figment of my, imagination
or maybe you're just like, that old radio station
that I never heard but thought about
and baby you're what I dream about
and now you say I've got to believe
You were never with me
I keep trippin' or the world's just trickin'
my already blurred sense, of reality
My vision keeps flippin', I feel like I've been stricken
with a condition I call lonely
Still you're just a figment of my - imagination
baby it's getting harder to - be so patient
so c'mon girl let talk about it
I promise not to shout it out if
You won't try to make me believe
You were never with me
_+_
The soul and the fox are lying together
with stonewall jackson between them
the joker and the smile are toking the while
down the upstairs where we can't see them
so keep a dilated ete, and don't be shy
to remove these knives stuck in my atrium
and they love each other as shadows love the sun
yes I need you, but I'll never be the only one
So gimme my
self - medication
self - medication, dedication to medication
Giveth spirit, giveth heart, giveth strength
when you're giving pain
This clown's in love with celluloid
I watch wrapped up in cell-o-phane
It must be magic how the magic managed
so mixed up in hair
the world's an ocean - my head is swimming
I might be choking, but I swear
I will be there
with my
Self - Medication, Self - Medication
dedication to medication
Swallow me chewed
whole me first
stitch me down
and dress me up
cut me closed
open me in
help me hard
'cause I need some - Fuck
Self -Medication
_+_
My balls have a chin strap
My face is going numb
I'm shaven and exposed
and looking pretty dumb
if I sleep on your couch
will you let me in your head
can I hold real still
and pretend that I am dead?
My balls have a chin strap
My stomachs pooching out
I've got cuts and I've got bruises
I don't want to talk about
If I hang with your friends
Will you finally think I'm cool
if I hold my breath
like I'm drowning in your pool
My balls have a chin strap
as my insides tear apart
they're reaching for my liver
but they'll settle for your heart
If I party real hard
will you tell me it's alright
will you take me back home
to pretend for just one night
My balls have a chin strap
this strapping chin has balls
I've started wearing neckties
and screening all my calls
Now I'm finally moving up
so will you be moving out?
where do you think you live
when your head becomes your house?
_+_
Old timee
I - will set the world afire
You'll - be overcome with hot desire
We - will bask in the heat of the night
and then I'll - love - you
When I drop bombs you will see
People scream and they will flee
But I'll hold on tight so you don't take flight
and then you'll love me
To prove my love is true
I'll burn a city or two
We'll skip through the flames
to my hide away
to waste the days
we'll play the games
that only lovers can
'cause I'll be your man
and then - I'll love you
_+_
We'll I'm a true blue roller with a possee to match
keepin jerry off the button that's why I'm on the attack
they never made a chain that could - keep me
I've come to rock - knock-knocking with my golden key
I'm a runaway child from a dead frontier
give me your daughters watch them - disappear
read my paper if you're looking for a show
if you're ready for action, if you're ready to go
You gotta - break in- before you -break out
When I'm done you know I've come
you'll all be tossed about
I'm gonna - freak in - to make you - freak out
I want to run let's all get dumb
'cause I can't hear you shout
YEAH!!!!!!!
(claps)
Well I'm a good looking nazi hatin son of a bitch
keep an eye on the wall and a trigger finger twitched
With a 37 barrel and a 52 hide
Looks like I'm all loaded well I'm ready to ride
_+_
Lady in purple I can see
Lady in purple I can see
down - down
Lady in purple come with me
Lady in purple come with me
now- now
I want you to go down while we go up
show you my soul while I'm stuck
in you
Purple in transit
Purple in between
I want it on the floor
I want the skin beneath
Purple in plastic
Purple in between (your legs)
You want it on the floor
You want in between your jeans
push you up against the door
and show you what I mean
Lady in purple lets be free
Lady in purple wait with me
up - down
Lady in purple come with me
Lady come with me
Lady come with me
I said come with me
Now
Cut the small talk
Let's fuck.
_+_
I'm a little upset, with you
You fucked me good, it's true
You'll learn to regret, what you've done to me
Catchya if ya catchya but you can't catch me
I'm a little wily mr. coyote
I'll keep on running and I'm running till the day I die
If you ask, I couldn't tell you why
Catch'ya they'll dispatch you put ya on the team
blisters on your hands from rubbing on their feet
run that course if you've no heart to defy
Me I'm just look for some TMI
_+_
American Spirits
So the west's finally been won
Blood red dirt awash in red red blood
Brushed aside in search of gold
Beneath this setting sun
This land has just begun
To show the riches that lie beneath her
I want to pierce a vein, hit a bleeder
She asks for lips, but your a teether
So we finally have won
Let the stone mason be as rich
as all these dead men should
The rest of us live on to make sure
their story's told
to the children who'll grow old
Beneath this setting sun.
+
Born into the night
bright lights to run me down
broken in a fight
revived for another round
you went away
came back and held me down
I went away
came back and you'd skipped town
It kills me to see you hurt
my heart's stuck in your brain
With serotonin - and the rain
Keep mine high, don't despair
I can't fix you,
but I'll be there
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