This song is beautiful.

Nothing personal

Coked out,
bleed clean,
hit the bottle, test clean.

Down by the docks I mean.
They sent me under the overpass.
Second shack on your left.
Just watch your ass in the parking lot.

Romantic Interlude #9

Tame the wild beast
Unleashed from the east
Coast boasting numbers

Fateful eternal slumbers
Grateful pacific shore
Hollywood glamor whore

A plate full of poison
They let their boys in

Hoisin BBQ smell
As we all dine in hell
They sell out our lives

Soon will be raping our wives
Formed hives take some time
Mending slowly is no crime

So sublime is this bliss
All forgotten with a kiss

Sdrib

Birds go south
And I don’t have wings
Neither do they after colliding with things
If it isn’t a plane then the damned six pack rings
Oil spills bring disease and mass genocide
USA represents imperialism worldwide
Subsiding on trash when we could provide
To migrate south I might take that ride
But if I was I bird then I would have flied

Choir Music

Black on Black
Brown on Brown
White on White
We all fall down

expressions in said sessions

overstated impressions

about our people’s regressions

into secessionist chimes

Polluting our history and changing the times
Writing in names to cover up crimes
Somebody gotta start now droppin’ them dimes
Miming Joe Stalin shows how far we’ve fallen
Stomachs are full now a-nature’s calling
Overhauling is needed to dump this noxious waste
Before the rot gets so foul life loses it’s taste

Homeless Romantic

Take a ride to Civic Center
Don’t be afraid to enter
It’s just RAI-DER chanting
Junkies raving and ranting

Exchanging banter combustible
Bruce Banner
Soon we’ll have bar codes with an
ID scanner
This manner of disorganization comes from lack of
education
Politicians and Corporations control your
TV Radio station

Digital masturbation this new nation’s greatest worry
West rained out after east
got dumped blizzard flurry

No jury Supreme Court
takes democracy from us all
Money buys lives on NASDAQ
market rise and fall

We fight ourselves for scraps thrown from higher laps
Selling out our raps and singing about busting caps
From upon hills chilly
winds blow
evil grows
I’m trying to write it down so everybody knows
Those who oppose chose to ignore common facts
In this new USA built awarding weapons contracts

Artery Bleeding

Unite around the flame that’s drowned
When Katrina flew New Orleans bound

Long legged beautiful Mississippi mouth
Imported goods came up from the south

On riverboats people could steam
Just Native’s names left like a dream

Lyrical mud plays a silt jazz plan
What happened to rebuilding it man?

Diagnosis Murder

Vapid nurse’s curses flying up and down the hall
Standing room folk, choked pressed against a wall

Blood pressure check, wrecked physical appearance
Vomit stained, crazy train, waiting for doctor’s clearance

First hour towered, flowered in excruciating pain
Babies crying, people dieing weighted on a cane

On the clock ring, ding there goes another name
Ask a shady lady from which desk it came

Bitch attitude, rude comments leave her mouth
Another pale female calls me from the south

Some poor block the door, finally make it inside
With the hope, like a dope, health care they provide

Interview sick quick I thought relief was mine
But instead just dread waiting in a longer line

Dehydrated, exacerbated finally a single I.V. prick
Decapitated, dilapidated hope to anyone that’s sick

Police chat, fat and lazy next to a man they shot
Pulled gun and run when they stopped him for some pot

Doctors nice, came in twice, a hard working type of guy
There is no bread, patients dead I just have to wonder why

Most rich people think this shit is a just a joke
I ain’t fucking laughing cause it’s life when you’re broke

Athens Shuffle

Retired to the back
Motion still as a plaque
Patches mend together
Brain aware of weather
Lines around his eyes
His constant disguise
Speckled cheeks run brown
Just not a proper noun
Against all but belief
He sought shelter relief
Blood of a Christ
Still a poltergeist
In banished minds
Superstitious kinds
Loving himself first
Unquenched thirst
By club and fist
You get the gist
Free to move around
All the trash He’s found
Combing down the beach
Next meal at the reach
Any Popov holiday
Top off everyday
For the nights cold
Tents are not sold
Muddy cheeks get wet
On the steps he set
Trying to figure god
Illegal hardware mod
Breaking images divine
But only a sip of wine
Out of the shelter
Lady he felt her
Got snap kicked dick
Muay Thai is sick
Police cuffed vagrant
Fragrance is flagrant
prayed Poseidon of the sea
Truth doesn’t set him free

Holy Speared it

Spiritus Sanctum
off the bankboard I banked ‘em
Wave to the crowd
Thanked ‘em
Proudly auditory
Not for the glory I sank ‘em
Free throws bro gimme points
Don’t need ‘em
Cut with greed and proceed
to make the net bleed
Left hand lead reverse
Could it get any worse
Heard you curse when I poked
Which provoked alley oops
Bombing troops from outside
Way out wide
Corner three on the way I provide
Cutting so set your feet and don’t slide
Blocking foul then on the floor you glide

Fauxlice

Rapid fire liars telling us the economies dire
While wall street homeboys have cash to wire
Fall further into debt to wage wars of terror
Crept into hills yellow and dusty an error

Not aware of a spare
attack plan gas spurned
Dare to take whats not earned
inside ideals so blind
Way behind racial lines
it’s embedded in our minds
FUCK finding retreaded ways of peace
behead the military POLICE

Orientation [For my A-Unit]

Famine looking feminine idol dolls
Make any person need to take some midols
Headaches pound through hallowed halls
To sell some clothes you buy at malls
To self esteem being crushed like the American dream
Fabric of image busted up right out at the seam
Not tryin’ to hate on a man’s CREAM scheme
Not lyin’ to the beautiful until their view is full
Of dull things fools need to look cool
Woolen sheep pulled along at a creep
Steep cost comes in at all your money honey
So you can imitate a playboy bunny
But if sunny days exist without light
Soon we’ll begin to know our left from right

Raider Salvation

Broncos sterile trying to be virile
Raider Nation salvation in peril
Scare no one with five wins
Pigskins don’t fake Janikowski
House keys in a bowl hire
Cable desires disconnected douse
Mickey mouse picked like a louse
Sick of it, but there will always be hope
At least we ain’t smokin’ the Lion’s dope
Dirty logos can be cleaned with soap
True Raider fans wont need to cope
Traitorous plans will impede the advance
We’ve got to give this guy a chance

You heard what?

Microphone tail coils down, constrictor boa
Cyclone spun tight right, nice to know ya
Sound abducted travels far, receiver
My words unraveled now make a believer
Have faith to have taste, Mixing board
Savage disciples choose to record
Disc jockey bumps hockey, hard hitting
Not cocky, just look good where I’m sitting
Stocky villain, in who’s face I’m spitting
Sorry, I’m quitting
That was uncouth as rum mixed vermouth
Juice pineapple so the cane can grapple
Loose lymrics, just parlor tricks
Playing games like pick up sticks
Dropping names for chicks
Fans who demand less content
For all the weak music they sent
American continent should repent
Fifty Cent bent, I guess pays the rent

Murderous monster preamble sampled

Elephantus trampled

herder words obscure
Tusks as horns
adorned ivory so pure

Mourned dieing
left through cities swept
Wept youths truth

who’s lies unsure
Ill begotten sickness
that has no cure

The quickness passes namesake
Baking till we get cake
Fakin’ Jake snakes to escape

Six to twelve months
probation red tape
Eating grapes
man is a monkey

We still apes sellin’ rape
right funky
Turnin’ a kid into a junky

All on vid youtube
chunky no lube
Boob tube history

unless live
John Madden jive while
we strive

Sports style perfection
internet connection
Streamin’ broadcast controls your election

Tearin’ up trolls
Gladden Fields
Double axe wields
Trouble attack shields

Tense moments cease
Now is comin’ the police
¿Can’t those fucks give me a moment of peace?

My strong love – cha cha cha

Shouldn’t have done it raw
Huge Bill Bixby
Couldn’t picture a draw
Still with me

Smashin’ into their hearts
Not through breast
Feelin’ sweet like a tart
Untouched chest

Blessing and confessing
Stressing for undressing
Couldn’t get you off my mind
Love I’ve been repressing

Kill Bill will
Make sharp points for my song
Ill skill trill
Who knew you’d last this long

Providin’ and Dividin’

now
the game widens
Cut left
boom cross,
right break
zoom defender’s lost

Pretender cost his team a layup
so pay up
We way up
on the rim
Dim say double up
court retort is your play
Can’t import
behind dribble passing trailing Two
What the hell you
gonna do?
I do well as
you sell your jump pop
Hittin’ your men
fell low Five
your ball drop
Four live bump stop pick

Damn that’s slick
Foot behind the line

That counts hat trick

Three from the post
To the One
Sounding like a gun
Fast break on the run

It’s under
your basket ill and still
Come back son
when you got some skill

Old Jazz Hand

Beats is defeats this unglamorous morass
To move your feets is unique to complete this
Never obsolete, clever use concrete
Who’s always pointed measures
Blues flowing all togethers
True a weathered feather floating
Not tethering gloating of repeated riffs
Whiff, spill a slip up
FRUSTRATION
Still it’s OK pup
Improvisation fills our cup

Gaza Strippers

Philistines to Ottomans
territory blast
Egypt and Israel just part
of the past
Palestinian authority where
no peace last

Hamas boss at a
cost PLO style
Meth said
break bread with rockets
Plugged in sockets of
occupation
Frisked at every station
Living abominations
frustrated

Dominated waiting to
Be emancipated but not
from existence
Resistance low so send
ef sixteens
To kill preteens at class
in school

Gunning running men with their tool
Genocide depends
on what fool side
Israel’s hope isn’t peace to provide
Israel can’t bring back those who died

Number’s Crunch

Accountant fountain pens write clarity with money
Making figures so big the zeros look funny
Faking profitable years pigeon holed bugs bunny
Fears broken yolks now the eggs are runny

Gunny Sargent dies on patrol added to the death toll
Oil fires burn hot spewing fumes blacker than coal
Invasion Iraq about black gold fueling the whole
Economy’s modern disease on wheels broken roll

Haliburton spurting lies to disguise murky Blackwater
Thinking rebuilding means a license to slaughter
One man’s bloody shirt is another’s son or daughter
Soon they ran towards Iran when shit got hotter

Play me
Slay thee
May see
Hey we are in
control