Who knew you fellas
could get loud as Vuvuzelas
it aint our fault were misinformed hearing what our teachers tell us
try to compel us
with stories of sailors
but Columbus ain’t alone
african statues made of stone
found on mexico’s eastern coast
got a story of their own
but it largely goes unknown
like the racism of Woodrow
Wilson
these stilt men
we prop up until were jilted
until our intellect is wilted
our heroes more then human
this is more than mild bemusement
this is why confusion
gets passed down thru generations
like the teachings of Confucius
to get to the truth root of it
takes a lot more questions
alot more than sixty seconds
of a rap on a blog
take your time to digest it
then do your own research
on where your teachers went wrong
Posts Tagged ‘hip-hop’
Your Teachers Were Wrong
In Uncategorized on June 15, 2010 at 9:13 pmI Eat Beats liketheywere Fried Meat
In Best of... on June 10, 2010 at 4:16 amI eat beats like they were fried meat
the only way i’d get beat, is if you were 5 me’s
so try me
go off like a metal detector, don’t shit get by me
I’m limey as they come
stole a fifth of vodka to trade for a fourth rum
do the dumbest shit
i can come up with
like dinner after your 5th Jaeger
I come up quick
you get sewn up, and done up, split
like two tens right before i hit
like the weed before the pipe is lit
i’m mischievous but on some righteous shit
so if you’re deceiving us, i’ll get you in the tightest grip
twist your spine til your vitals quit
and your last breath admits
then i’m gone, like dust in the wind
yeah right yall know i’m on some bullshit
i’m the man behind the curtain, go ahead, pull it
The Rabid Vision
In Uncategorized on June 9, 2010 at 5:34 pmImagine Vision
a rabid villian
rambling thru the backstreets and villa-
ges, pillaging
eyes cold, chilling men
to their spine/soul, illing them
finding gold along the road
but mostly lost in his own
zone a pariah
on the dark side of the fire
burning for his art the way the blood is in his heart
the way every poem starts
the same
with a blank page
the way they cover weed smell by burning sage
the way he puts words together as though he’s in a rage
focused and in a cage
until he says everything he needs to say for the day
then he’s gone
back along the road
in search of another poem
A Weekend In Reverse – Go Celtics!
In Weekend Rap-Up on June 7, 2010 at 6:05 pmLakers lost to Boston
ain’t that awesome
with summer finally within reach
spent the afternoon chilling at the hidden beach
ain’t that hidden, that shit was pretty packed
didn’t do a damn thing all day but relax
Saturday’s a different tale
started drinking ale
at 3 in the pm on our brewery tour
don’t worry it was nothing like Coors
naw we had some flat earth
it’s worth a taste if you’re in the twin cities
come on meet up with me
soon as you enter
we’ll party at a Ukranian event center
for the wedding of a close friend
to say stop, we don’t know when
we keep go-ing and go-ing
leaving lesser party people ghosting
i’m truth telling not boasting
Friday night laid low went to get him to the greek
I was geeked
puffy was actually funny
definitely worth the theatre money
that’s all for now, a weekend in a verse
now for all that’s, a weekend in reverse
A Diary in 4 Parts
In Uncategorized on June 4, 2010 at 9:07 pm1. The Beginning
down town from James Brown
the shouts of the crowd rained down
i felt hot sparks hit the hot ground
in a hot black middle of a midnight town
2. Death
old men wander whittle life down
to a bone or a piece of home
found on the ground
picked up and forgotten
left inside a pocket
left up at a bus stop
with a picture inside a locket
3. Life
of a girl who meant the world
to a man at one time
but now is just a ghost lost in the middle of a rhyme
caught between the lines
like words left unsaid
sometimes she thinks she’d be better off dead
4. Fate
but there’s a soul on a bus on the road she can trust
on his way to her door through the sun setting dusk
up set at once, he is determined as twice
and bets his life as he rides through the big city night
I’ll Fight You Memorial Day Weekend
In Weekend Rap-Up on June 3, 2010 at 4:13 pmMemorial Day
I loved you in a horrible way
woke up saturday
mad at friday night
mad at the red dragon
and it’s drink special delights
mad at lakefront tap house
for getting our ass tossed out
screw them, we got character,
they lost out
on the way to sleep
the gyro shop said stay away please
just cuz we knocked over there in-store AC
so I caught Z’s best I could
on an uncomfortable couch
woke 9 oclock the next morning, i was glad to be out
7 pm came
i was doing the same thang
back in uptown to put some drinks down
flippy cup champ, the talk of the town
random old dudes partying on the porch
bag of wine, can of beer, liquor of all sorts
then the time came to head to Mortimers
is there ever a good time to head to mortimers?
whatever, i spoke some sort of words
tried to order hours d’oeuvres
instead went back to Jays
smoked more herbs
woke up with my head
on an inflatable bed
630 am, eyes blood red
wondering when this weekend will end
that night, i just kicked it real light
watched movies and chilled right
it was cool but left me with nothing left to write
whatever Memorial day
i’ll get you next year
you got it coming your way
Haterman vs. Taylor Swift
In Uncategorized on May 26, 2010 at 8:56 pmTaylor Swift
can i pay you not to exist?
you posh as shit bitch
I wanna slap you out your abercrombie and fitch fit
you make me noxious, sick
every time i hear that 15 song at the gym
I openly cringe
hoping it is
n’t what i know it is
your off key
you fall flat
your cutesy persona
is a gag worthy act
I wish kanye west never made you famous
your duet with Stevie Nicks was quite aimless
i’m pissed I can’t avoid you anymore
you and all the American idol whores
besides, your too tall
looks like you ate giraffe legs
it’s time someone out there knocked you down a peg
though I don’t got an ego
i know this won’t matter
i’ll keep hating
your pockets will get fatter
it will make me sick to my stomach and bladder
and all her fans will just throw applause at her
But know this
when the show biz
lights go down over your dome kid
it’s only your soul that they’ll look to be owning
understand your making millions off grown men
with nasty thoughts of getting your legs open
I’m not creating
I’m just saying
this might be a game you wanna reconsider playing
in the mean time, i’ll be steady dues paying
and hear your song at the gym and start gagging
Outta My Head
In Uncategorized on May 25, 2010 at 4:50 pmNothing ever works out for me
don’t know why
i thought it’d be different this time
this time this rhyme would change they mind
but instead it backfired, got stuck on the back nine
got caught in the crossfire, one last time
for old time’s sake
a few more times and my mind’ll break
they’ve done all they can to push me to the edge
i’m trying not to lose my head
now my cars breaking down and I’m deeper in debt
I don’t put money down, I only lose the bet
doing all i can to come correct
to pay my rent
to stay afloat
but at the end of the day it’s just a goddamn joke
cept it’s nothing funny bout being broke
might as well not even get on the boat
cuz pretty soon they have to throw me a rope
and even if i get the rope
i’ll probly choke
it’s only a matter of time before they get my goat
So i try to stay chill but I’m losing
i try to stay chill but i’m losing
seeing yall on autopilot cruising
right thru your life like you do this for amusement
i know we all got problems
but yours aint like mine
i’m trying to decide which 40
your trying to decide which wine
bitch fine,
i said all i can say
see you tomorrow, that’s enough for today
Rap I Found #3
In Uncategorized on May 21, 2010 at 6:50 pmThis one was on my computer dated 5/26/2006. Likely some random thoughts in the night.
Just craves
To living lush days
Nothing pays like having bucks pay
That’s why the rich as such stay
If our hands do dirt there’s are mud caked
Create viscious ways
To keep U.S. at bay
You must be far away
To not notice the decay
Or you to close
Like microscopes
This cats too whacked
Thinking his rhymes are dope
Impact’ll Hit jaws
like backs to rickshaws
Spit bars fatter than rush Limbaugh
Yall all thin plus yall aint this tall
Shit on me? I’m too quick I switch stalls
Get wit broads in the back of department stores
I’m crazy
Your lazy wit’ your Jay-z imitating
But I don’t give a fuck, fuck you pay me
Rap I Found #2
In Uncategorized on May 20, 2010 at 7:11 pmThis was on a piece of paper with a bunch of Hot Box stuff written on it. I think it was for a Hot Box song that never came about, probably about 3 years ago now. I think it’s pretty tight.
Cha Cha Ching Cheddar
shred a meta/phor into lettuce bet it/
all on the second hand
my time has come
after 15 minutes i’m making record demands
start to lecture my band
even heckle my fans
Vision giving blessings to preachers
lessons to teachers
between us?
a fence and some bleachers
Bleach white Nikes
northern lights for my reefer
When I’m hungry I move fast
I don’t think
I swim you slow sink
you looking kinda bitch kid, hold my drink
I know what you think
don’t say it
i played out that record before you ever played it
your dumb son
i mean your brain is on delay kid
You could have a piece of the pie
and not now how to bake it
