tag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:/blogs/lyrics?p=3Lyrics2024-01-12T17:58:03-06:00Short Fuzefalsetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/73331242024-01-12T17:58:03-06:002024-01-12T17:58:04-06:00The Era That Doesn't Know<p><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">From the land of marks & pimps</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">shotgun pumps and a sharkish grin</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">get dumped with a heartless grin</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">throwing up the five star fin</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">cousins bent off juice and gin</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">moving with ruthless sin</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">po pimp black and gold caddies</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">stacked up with white walls</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">always had me dreaming fancy</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">Mexican blood dancing</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">with my Southern grand daddy</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">teachers couldn’t stand me</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">gladly chilling with B-boys</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">breaking on the smooth pavement</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">dusting off my gang colored shoe laces</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">move with Do Or Die and Twista</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">like them dudes made it</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">shaking up my new language</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">hood famous from K-Town to Austin</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">bullets in the wind</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">proceed with caution</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">Magic had the speakers knockin’</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">money flow had suburban sponsors</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">if they scuffed my Jordan six</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">welcome to the West Side</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">where we watch you fold on the blitz</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">after we snatched the gold off your wrist</span></p><hr><p><iframe style="border-width:0;height:120px;width:100%;" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1497612944/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1022076562/transparent=true/" seamless=""><a href="https://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/escalation">Escalation by Guilty Simpson</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/73331232024-01-12T17:53:12-06:002024-01-12T17:54:58-06:00So Hard<p><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">Came up Independent as fuck</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">crushed by dumb luck</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">life’s road bumps</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">wouldn’t let me hold love</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">ran with blood lust</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">punch up numb nuts</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">bum rush the show off, a slow burn</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">my soul yearns for a growth spurt</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">post earth</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">sex sells, with no shirt</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">watch the dough surf</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">drown underneath the dope perch</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">no search</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">age is nothing but a number</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">too old for hot boy summer</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">go slumber</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">album drops, sold low numbers</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">bummer off the quantity over quality</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">still do it for the love, no animosity</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">honestly, my bars are for the homies in yard</span><br><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);">but why is it all so hard?</span></p><hr><p><iframe style="border-width:0;height:120px;width:100%;" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2036805581/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2832993220/transparent=true/" seamless=""><a href="https://mantisthemiasma.bandcamp.com/album/cold-soul-2">Cold Soul 2 by Mantis The Miasma</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/70982032022-11-08T16:41:57-06:002023-10-16T09:50:49-05:00Drowning In My Own Skin<p>Born three months premature <br>Cerebral palsy, no cure, blood impure <br>hated mirrors, afraid of my own glare <br>owned the fear, because of that <br>I walked with a thousand yard stare <br>it’s hard to share the pain <br>where to place the blame <br>of how you get to a place <br>where you hate your own face <br>mixed race, disavowed sin <br>drowning in my brown and white skin <br>settled in mundane phases <br>escaped through books <br>escaped through paintings <br>sculpted anguish from broken language <br>hope and hatred roped in habits <br>that I wasn’t a real Mexican <br>because I didn’t speak Spanish <br>tell that to cops, tell that to teachers <br>tell that to preachers <br>who told me I’d be saved <br>if I prayed to a white Jesus <br>navigated seasons trying to fit in <br>the only respite was with my black friends <br>my dark skinned father <br>was the pinnacle of cynic <br>pushing me to date white women <br>because he thought they were rich <br>and had a clean image <br>for years I couldn’t pin it <br>constructs tried to make me <br>a slave to oppression and the system <br>then I found the rhythm <br>they said I’d never walk, I did it <br>they said I’d be dead by 25 <br>I’m alive and living <br>they said I’d make nothing of rap, I’m spittin’ <br>I did it, I’ve done it all <br>Ive broken down the walls <br>breathe and pause <br>once lost in the jaws of hell <br>compelled to expel the generational curse <br>and prove my own worth</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2667463892/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=783064759/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/70982022022-11-08T16:39:50-06:002022-11-08T16:40:15-06:00The Numbers Game<p>Two alcoholic fathers <br>Haven’t spoken to Mom in 5 or 6 years <br>should have wrote this off 5 or 6 beers <br>the truth is, <br>this came after 5 or 6 tears <br>rebuilt self <br>after struggling with mental health <br>finally displayed emotions <br>on a level shelf <br>selling my mettle for spiritual wealth <br>they crucified Jesus <br>just so white supremacy <br>could wear his skin as pelt <br>sin is felt deep within my bones <br>trying to hit different astral planes and zone <br>so my soul can finally find a home <br>with full attention on self reflection <br>tried to save a lot women <br>but how could I save them <br>if I couldn’t save myself? <br>in my dreams pacing Orion’s Belt <br>let the hollows melt until the pain is felt <br>playing the shameless cards I was dealt </p>
<p>Pain, rage, growth, pain <br>Sun after rain, win, lose or draw <br>play the numbers game <br>play the numbers game</p>
<p>This second verse <br>will address the hurt <br>and self imposed curse <br>placed on my daughter, as your father <br>you got my best pieces <br>but also my worst demons <br>keep breathin’ and play each day <br>as new life leases to unlock your secrets <br>I’m sorry your transformation <br>started in your mother’s imagination <br>and my pitiful exaggerations <br>our communication became complacent <br>your heart became a weight station <br>for our mistakes <br>that’s the reason it aches <br>don’t be afraid to chase happiness <br>in the face of depression <br>you may never disconnect it <br>but never let it <br>stop you from breaking tension <br>take each lesson as a step <br>to your new direction <br>remember self reflection <br>I’ll always be <br>the one you can run to <br>no matter what, I will always love you</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2667463892/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2516091480/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/70982012022-11-08T16:36:23-06:002022-11-08T16:36:23-06:00Hell's Moshpit<p>Salute DOOM, hot spoons <br>smooth over beef rap <br>like yo son, we don’t need that <br>arthritis in the knee caps, my speech snaps <br>Rudy Ray Moore blaxploitation <br>my pen bleeds big boy hatred <br>Channel 66, the inspiration <br>don’t you dare change it <br>my dads drunk, escape the anguish one way <br>thank god it’s Kung fu Sunday <br>bask in the sun blaze, night fall hits <br>out comes the fists and gun play <br>bruises on the rib cage <br>older me clicks the gauge <br>pain was coming of age <br>liquored up or sober <br>got smacked up for falling over <br>my range of motion was viewed as weakness <br>trapped in the stillness <br>born to a man who didn’t understand illness <br>scorned by the bleak shit <br>years later, reach for the pill hits <br>it still sits deep inside my mind <br>violence forever apart of my design <br>looking for signs and escape routes <br>to kill off the self doubt <br>with the words that come from my mouth </p>
<p>Held hostage in Hell’s mosh pit <br>My two fathers <br>One didn’t bother <br>The other was a monster <br>They both lived the same mantra <br>To breed hate <br>Making sure love was the imposter <br> </p>
<p>Death proof, soup and chilling <br>lord willing, life keeps living, mighty moves <br>‘92 Jordan’s had me feeling fire proof <br>where I’m from the guns go pop <br>in my my later years <br>surrounded by Funko pops <br>alone with my thoughts <br>when the sun glow drops <br>swimming in records of legends <br>getting lost in within the expressions <br>disconnecting from bastard majesty <br>escaped the broken role model <br>I got from the step father factory <br>magically, I paint visions of escapism <br>sitting as an inmate in this made prison <br>lay with the blade twitching <br>listening to father number two <br>abuse my mother in the kitchen <br>no choice but to stay vivid, my brains livid <br>fame kisses my name <br>as the pain lane switches <br>cashing in drained wishes <br>that the pain listens</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2667463892/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1993059432/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/70973202022-11-07T13:27:43-06:002022-11-07T13:27:43-06:00Love Letters To The Lost<p>Once fell in love with someone <br>who put junk in their veins <br>blood paints art through the jugular pain <br>my brain sprung from the childish game <br>when our lips once touched <br>while she was on that succulent plane <br>pumped with lust <br>like it’s my time to be saved <br>slave to the passion <br>primed to be laid, so I cashed in <br>from what I thought was true love <br>born from chasing the dragon <br>there’s no escape an addict won’t stand in <br>whispers in the dark, closed caption <br>going from taste to taste <br>love song to a ghost crashing <br>hoping the rush stayed forever lasting </p>
<p>Pour a drink and raise it up, ghost <br>Roll a blunt and blaze it up, ghost <br>Love letters to the lost <br>can’t make it up <br>can’t make it up <br>can’t make it up</p>
<p>Writing ghost love letters <br>return to sender <br>in the death of friendships <br>and the art of dead enders <br>focused strain through the words <br>living, the great pretenders <br>surrounded by the stench <br>for as long as I can remember <br>my lyrics live as my breath of life <br>only a few will enter <br>for how long? Who’s to say <br>not much time or room to stay <br>this is for Gajah, shout to Dumile <br>living behind the mask <br>wondering what DOOM will play <br>god soothes the pain <br>weed mutes the brain <br>while the sun in my heart <br>disputes the rain</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2667463892/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=268727063/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/70973002022-11-07T12:53:59-06:002022-11-07T12:54:01-06:00Comfort Food <p>Blood stained clothes of the tragic <br>hit the laundry basket <br>maneuvered with shooters <br>was too scared to get blasted <br>so I kept the blunts lit <br>with zippos and match sticks <br>a rose in concrete, penning classics <br>product of my environment <br>dodging entitlement, how survival fits <br>elders telling me that heaven exists <br>but no invite sent, spite death <br>alcohol spiked breath <br>who knows how many nights <br>of insight I got left <br>in my room smiting enemies <br>from where God rests <br>ah yes, the duality of man <br>makes me heartless <br>friends ducking charges <br>no food in my stomach, fuckin’ hardships <br>CPD moving targets <br>GD’s and Vice Lords spark clips <br>meanwhile my arts slick <br>realm of a troubled youth <br>rocking a bubble goose <br>bangin the Wu-Tang W <br>trying to feed my soul <br>with some comfort food</p>
<p>Comfort food <br>Food for the soul <br>When your thoughts have no home <br>Where do you go <br>When the house of god leaves you alone</p>
<p>leaves you alone <br>leaves you alone <br>leaves you alone</p>
<p>As I cross the 40 threshold <br>packing nothing but mental and metal <br>turning flesh cold <br>rocking fresh gold <br>flexin’ pressed jeans and beaters <br>pouring out drinks <br>for homies in the ether <br>3 finger ringers were the best teachers <br>down to the pimps and street preachers <br>rocking jeri curls and half moon ceaser’s <br>class clown was my best feature <br>getting noticed by girlies in the bleachers <br>cuz my fits got cleaner and neater <br>nothing like a fresh pair of sneakers <br>dodging coffin feeders <br>taking knowledge from leaders <br>getting money from tweakers <br>cracking parking meters for game <br>getting paid was the aim <br>winds of change came <br>started to bang to maintain <br>hold your breath <br>hat broke to the left, taunting death <br>moved in silence <br>while others were talking mess <br>feeling pressed <br>failing tests, getting pinched <br>hearing the county bars clinch</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2667463892/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1845303993/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/70972992022-11-07T12:49:57-06:002022-11-07T12:49:58-06:00No Home<p>Sun colored Jordan’s <br>soak in the calamity it’s gorgeous <br>ripping wax, pass the torches <br>been rhyming since Nas <br>snuck an Uzi on the island and Wu Tang <br>was signing five percenter science <br>formed an alliance with gazelles <br>sitting amongst the lions <br>darkness sleeps when the sunrises <br>God smiles down on the horizon <br>even if my demons aren’t silenced <br>grew up to escape the murder rate <br>this is my Purple Tape <br>bought with funds off the service plate <br>scratch the serial <br>bullets move past your head <br>catch the burial live in stereo <br>here we go, another walking miracle <br>my march is imperial, Darth Vader <br>fuck your saviors <br>can’t wait to meet my maker <br>I’m tired and feeling uninspired <br>until it’s time for the last dance in hell’s fire</p>
<p>My thoughts have no home, here we go <br>finding my soul, oh no </p>
<p>My thoughts have no home, here we go <br>I’m dying too slow, oh no</p>
<p>Haunted pianos pen vaunted preambles <br>shattered dreams left in unseen shadows <br>life is prefix for death <br>I don’t want to die <br>but I can’t wait for my last breath <br>disconnect my souls stem <br>from the doldrums of every day life <br>bleed from the slice of Americana <br>dull screams in my head with marijuana <br>party with demons insecurities conjured <br>insanity slows enough to ponder <br>wander the land like a hopeless ronin <br>open up my heart to God <br>oh god, not God <br>me and him are always at odds <br>my faith is a ticking time bomb <br>my life is a complex sign on <br>with plenty of hills to die on <br>drowning in a world full of icons <br>sign off the scions who fight for <br>war, pain, cash, drugs <br>last one to die, turn off the light <br>and cancel this plight</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2667463892/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2445246138/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/70972912022-11-07T12:44:14-06:002022-11-07T12:44:15-06:00This Is For My Brother <p>Don’t let those demons shame you <br>I hope that hope hope can save you <br>fuck that god we used to pray to <br>he left the world to slay you <br>I know the pain it changed you <br>It fucking changed me too <br>lots of death and anger <br>to hastily graze through <br>the memories strain it’s pretty painful <br>sitting with selfish hatred in plain view <br>life expecting you to play through <br>estranged moves, life it caged you <br>stay tuned, at least the art stayed true <br>you changed to a ghost from different angles <br>shadows drowning, found in addition <br>admission, lonely minutes <br>plus wars of attrition <br>fighting friction inside the sickness <br>I’ve tried to be there from a distance <br>returning the support system <br>like you did for me when I had the same visions <br>the clock is ticking, now you’re playing chicken <br>putting out fires in Hell’s Kitchen <br>my heart is liquid <br>hoping to get a call or message <br>so we find the leverage to get reconnected <br>I miss your love and friendship <br>wishing I could share my successes <br>emerging from the trenches <br>see you on the next bender <br>always remember, no matter what <br>I’ll love you forever </p>
<p>this is for my brother <br>walking through the dark days <br>this is for my brother <br>fighting through the the dark ways <br>this is for my brother <br>fighting through the hard days <br>this is for my brother <br>walking through the hard ways <br>this is for my brother</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2667463892/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=668451752/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/70972902022-11-07T12:41:16-06:002022-11-07T12:41:17-06:00Graduation Day<p>Once bought a tec with a body on it <br>it took a life, I put a profit on it <br>soldier of crooks and books <br>threw some knowledge on it <br>penning street topics <br>graduated to drum loops and polyphonics <br>pen and pad, watch me molly wop it <br>getting high before the Bulls & SuperSonics <br>live from game six <br>after souls of friends lift to the abyss <br>codes of streets switched <br>in my world there was no Good Day blimp <br>sick of death didn’t want to be next <br>smoked out against the headrest <br>reflect on the temptress, feeling neglect <br>wondering if… <br>the seed in her belly is mine or his? <br>infatuation came and <br>turned my life into graduation day <br>looking to get paid <br>now my daughter’s walking <br>I start stocking my pockets <br>with dough and logic from hydroponics <br>no more nonsense, you fuck with mine <br>you get to kiss the glock tip</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2667463892/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1373002148/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/70972892022-11-07T12:37:43-06:002022-11-07T12:37:43-06:00The Chronic (Pain)<p>Drawn from a broken stencil <br>my end view is in the rear view <br>endeared through as a stolen rental <br>focused mental pushes my physical mettle <br>dreams of bio mechanical metal <br>fed through my exoskeleton <br>tattoos scribed on my skin <br>to distract from my melanin <br>pain swings like an anchored pendulum <br>molecular structures of muscles <br>hustles down a beaten path <br>my face hides the pain <br>underneath an uneven mask <br>every day my strength is leaving fast <br>reaching for the flask and pain pills <br>my souls crushed, the pain kills <br>my brain aims faith at the strained ills <br>my body is an anvil <br>steps are mountains climbing up an anthill <br>sleep is a scant thrill, crawling to a stand still <br>my fight against the chronic pain <br>is done with moxie, every second mocks me <br>coupled with cerebral palsy <br>the countdown to death haunts me <br>moments of relief taunt me <br>in a hospital bed on the mend, breaths paltry <br>the sun rises again <br>feeling saucy after sponge baths <br>return to the streets ducking gun claps <br>whatever god owes me, he better run that <br>in the next life, I want a stunt man <br>until then, I’m in a psychotic stance <br>hoping to rebuilt as a bionic man</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2667463892/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2297243893/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/70972882022-11-07T12:35:14-06:002022-11-07T12:35:15-06:00Soul Circus<p>Came home with 150 in my pocket <br>starting over, heartbroken and jobless <br>fighting depression and logic <br>surviving in hell’s mosh pit <br>clean slate locked in, clock tick tockin <br>pain was coming of age <br>while my demons played <br>in the blood of the slain <br>images of failure burned in my brain <br>never feeling worthy of praise <br>freed from my cage <br>smoke and mirrors <br>plus liquid courage fueled my rage <br>burned both sides of the flame <br>fed game because I was told <br>the heavens were there to uplift you <br>not pin you beneath the surface <br>waiting for the real world <br>to up the heat on the furnace <br>couldn’t find service in churches <br>that shit made me nervous <br>well wish wishes coming from lurkers <br>my souls murdered <br>seconds tick as currency <br>to pay off the death merchants <br>stay behind the turret <br>to avoid the slaughter <br>failed my label, failed my daughter <br>smothered by my father and mother <br>I became a ghost in the shell <br>in his own personal hell <br>inhabited by another person <br>a different version <br>kissed by bliss and ignorance <br>while I’m left alone to lift <br>the generational curses <br>while I suffer in silence <br>and pretend everything is perfect <br>amongst the suckers in the soul circus</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2667463892/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=3037957746/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/70972872022-11-07T12:33:11-06:002022-11-07T12:33:11-06:00Magnifique<p>My cat reached out to touch me <br>feeling punchy, loops dusty <br>suckers always talking about moves <br>I’m trying to get rich in my house shoes <br>life exposed over down grooves <br>concrete jungles are renowned news <br>it’s too late for you <br>if gun shots are sound proof <br>muggy junkie brown tooth <br>quiet moves, pen loud truth <br>endowed roots, cinema reel spoken <br>I’m poetry in motion <br>Ice Cube hittin the three wheel motion <br>Iron Trojan, money isn’t evil <br>it’s the hands attached to the enemy <br>flow changer <br>spittin, no brainers like a Kennedy <br>speak in a semi speech <br>like Pharaohe Monch flow patterns <br>closed caption bone shatter <br>catching shots from chrome blasters <br>hold a gold chain flow masters <br>went from broke bastard to so lavish <br>closing out old chapters <br>dreams to retire on the beach <br>flow silky smooth, Magnifique</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2667463892/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1354492232/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/70972862022-11-07T12:30:19-06:002022-11-07T12:30:19-06:00Han Solo Fur Coats <p>Chewbacca Chief Rocka <br>Han Solo fur coats <br>God body wisdom windmills <br>my odd body churns smoke <br>bloodline is Mexican birthed dope <br>sun signs burns scope <br>hope hangs on by a thin rope <br>my skin is cream sin soaked <br>cash rules everything around me <br>past moves, god forgot about me <br>scream loudly as stress overtakes <br>struggling to pay rent <br>wondering where the day went <br>stay bent, no other choices <br>to smother out the voices <br>once the voice of the voiceless <br>bullets cancel out the noises <br>drowning out my voice pitch <br>of course it’s surviving crash courses <br>torches coincide with rhymes like dimes <br>keep a box cutter on the center line <br>for when I open up minds <br>with my Operation Doomsday <br>copulation soufflé eases the mood pain <br>I wrote this to dead bent <br>won’t stop until I get every red cent</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2667463892/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=751843875/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/70504272022-08-31T16:37:25-05:002022-08-31T16:37:25-05:00Me And My Demons<p>Lamon said write a kama sutra <br>of pizza eating positions <br>back went out again, vicious <br>got nothing to go on but intuition <br>outliving God so I have the last sentence <br>fuck a last word, pen burns hallucinogenic <br>words so prophetic, after it’s over <br>me and the heavens became telekinetic <br>forever indebted to my indexes <br>visions of my grandmother injecting medicine <br>screaming protect your melanin <br>jail cellin’ it, spiritual celibate <br>death bed ridden sin <br>loving the pain my soul was written in <br>bathing in tears my heart is sitting in <br>expressing my rage through rekindled pens until my end <br>transcend doldrums pumped in brain stems <br>falling in love with my shot gun limp <br>from the land of marks and pimps <br>selling my story with a sharkish grin </p>
<p>Just me and my demons (yeah) <br>Get on down, get on down <br>Just me and my demons (yeah) <br>Get on down, get on down <br>Just me and my demons (yeah) <br>Get on down, get on down <br>Just me and my demons (yeah)</p>
<p>Multi syllabic christenings <br>school of Raebonics for the win <br>spitting blood against the wind <br>searching for the fire within <br>Autonomy Music spins within A Trains <br>into Manhattan, Fantastic Damage <br>padded for the pain junkies and addicts <br>hiding from sunlight, crying in the mattress <br>Air Maxes, fire and matches <br>matches the desire to pull ourselves higher <br>black and brown sires ripped from their thrones <br>souls spun through the globe <br>as their identity is bled from their throats <br>guns in the overcoat <br>collecting souls for the ghosts <br>starting wars from the money post <br>PTSD from the concrete rose, <br>I arose to new heights, fight or flight <br>back packing with my demons <br>in the dead of night, out of sight <br>living this life, living this life</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1093981541/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2336359304/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/69652562022-05-06T12:23:13-05:002022-05-06T12:23:13-05:00Scope Of The Guillotine<p>I only rocked Blackhawk jerseys for the trash talk <br>brash walk, machetes and hack saws <br>I never gave a fuck about Stanley Cups <br>duck bullets that blew death kisses <br>breath hinges on hisses, then misses <br>shape shiftin’, change pitches <br>blades kill some <br>while others inhale gun smoke <br>in Deadpool’s like Wade Wilson <br>Guillotine got its seeds <br>from Company Flow & EPMD <br>we are the lineage others pretend to be <br>blood on the crown with the head <br>as the center piece <br>bars bang like a dusted car chase <br>when Angel took a chainsaw <br>to the head in Scarface <br>linguistics are gangster scientific <br>end your career in a New York minute <br>going for the finish <br>to be amongst the greatest ever listed <br>from Chitown to SINY <br>in the end I leave your neck severed <br>screaming Wu Tang Forever <br>injected with the blood of legends</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3077295638/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2125547469/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/69652552022-05-06T12:18:23-05:002022-05-06T12:18:23-05:00They Can't Kill Us All <p>I’m just pieces of a broken man <br>from a broken system and broken land <br>smoking aces, fired from a potent hand <br>quoted love songs from an open land <br>fighting what this world has come to <br>lightning striking quick because fate <br>it wants to love you from its bubble <br>saving me from drowning and going under <br>frozen winters turned to focused summers <br>hopeless visions cloaked in hope is <br>peeling back emotions through hosted muses <br>smelling roses, my mind is lighting fuses igniting fighting music <br>auto pilot driving lucid to my life’s conclusion <br>thankful for feeling movement <br>forgiving God for being mostly ruthless <br>besides my daughter and a few others <br>it’s mostly putrid <br>stolen moments laying in my death bed fearless <br>with the reaper as my kindred spirit <br>no matter what stand tall <br>because they can’t kill us all</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3077295638/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2651532566/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/69652462022-05-06T12:04:36-05:002022-05-06T12:04:36-05:00Horseman Armor<p>I wear my scars as armor <br>a product of bars and smoke parlors <br>tattoos reflect sin of a martyr <br>daily me and god bartered <br>on whether or not <br>I should fold or walk harder <br>born under Carter, my era was made famous <br>by the pain Reagan painted <br>feeling shamed and caged in <br>the streets were a haven <br>moving through slums searching for crumbs <br>a genetic dump my limp said <br>I was too young to walk with shotgun pumps <br>Mexican born, I held a crown of thorns <br>feeling the scorn of not speaking Spanish <br>I gravitated to hip hop and black kids <br>they understood and made my pain vanish <br>being included in the movement <br>made me feel super human <br>it gave me protection from having my weakness dissected <br>words I projected became representation <br>for the anger and anguish <br>felt by my neighborhood nation <br>wishing I could save them all <br>with peace and salvation</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3077295638/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=4108272531/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/69652442022-05-06T12:01:05-05:002022-05-06T12:01:05-05:00Bare Hands<p>Moving through conspiracies and ultra violence <br>dampen culture and science <br>the vultures are non compliant <br>human rights became defiant <br>love, labor screams inside the echo chamber <br>boiling over with anger, what’s the angle? <br>anti mask, anti black, anti vaccine <br>more blood streams flood the streets <br>no justice, no peace, no compassion <br>tear gas quells the action, no reaction <br>attacked with lies and fake news <br>life and freedom, this is take two <br>history will know where to place you <br>make peace with the Gods you pray to <br>time will erase you <br>I’m from where the just and fair stands <br>I will forever destroy your hate with my bare hands</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3077295638/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2964832218/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/69652382022-05-06T11:56:41-05:002022-05-06T11:56:41-05:00Now They Know It<p>Sit back, watch the paranoia overtake <br>can’t shake these god damn shakes <br>bitten by the snakes <br>feel the venom raise the stakes <br>skate around the stench of death <br>clutching my last breath <br>is this my end? <br>friends stab me in the back <br>they didn’t think my soul would stand <br>lost women who claimed to be a catch <br>afraid to react when my heart attacked <br>expect me to pick you up <br>when your emotions crashed <br>a hopeless mass, broken stash, open cash <br>I hope it lasts, frozen raps <br>rolling with homies that know the truth <br>killing rappers in the vocal booth <br>speaking in coded roots <br>Guillotine heads rolling through <br>watch me bestow it <br>I know it, but now they know I know it</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3077295638/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1615911415/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/69652372022-05-06T11:52:17-05:002022-05-06T11:52:17-05:00Patient King<p>Woke up to a new era <br>welcome to the terror dome <br>where nuclear winter burn slow <br>give up your dough <br>and everything you own <br>here's a toast for gambling with your soul <br>politics play out over newscast and television shows <br>bagging up hatred and selling it as dope <br>trading melanin for hope <br>choking on elements of rope <br>hold my smoke <br>while I calibrate this scope <br>center rage <br>better aim <br>enter fame <br>letters played for the revolution <br>nothing's conclusive <br>protect one another <br>they got the guns <br>we got the numbers <br>looks like we're in for another hot summer</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3077295638/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=658909013/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/69652292022-05-06T11:38:21-05:002022-05-06T11:38:21-05:00Tape Deck<p>Soldier of rap culture <br>hills to die on <br>kill these slang vultures <br>bullet holes and lipstick <br>arraign my framed poster <br>tight around loose lips <br>fuck a flag <br>my moods gripped by quarantined vibes <br>serpentine wind through the minds grind <br>as the lines dry like the blood of my pen died <br>speak to dominant dreamers <br>Mexican brown reefer <br>as my new leader, Infinity stone seizure <br>cinematic vision as my dome pleaser <br>Guillotine is so ether <br>your souls can’t reach us <br>like leper’s who need Jesus <br>let my name reign for all seasons</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3077295638/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=3826889786/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/69652282022-05-06T11:34:11-05:002022-05-06T11:35:43-05:00Hills<p>Push the envelope <br>swing the pendulum <br>pens coated in adamantium <br>weapon x survivor <br>making my walk through hell fire <br>all the more liver <br>got god reclined in the clutch of Scott Steiner <br>Guillotine Scream Phoenix <br>my cannibal ox fiendish through all season’s <br>sick of blood in the streets, it ain’t scenic <br>shatter the glass ceiling, pick up the pieces <br>slash the throats of my demons <br>as a beacon of hope, slow to a slow coast <br>admire the pictures I painted over the years <br>facing my ears, fighting back tears <br>siphoning fears into gasoline speeches <br>to rattle these leeches <br>kill your masters and embody new leaders <br>watch their words burn into the ether <br>mess with my family, you’re greeted with <br>red dots, heat seekers and cleavers <br>pumped with holes until your body seizures <br>meet earth, buried in my hills to die on <br>Ghostface killing it, face covered in nylon</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3077295638/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=314279099/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/69652162022-05-06T11:29:53-05:002022-05-06T11:29:53-05:00The Product<p>Ignorance makes me want to leave Twitter <br>shutdown the whole system <br>and let the rhythm hit ‘em <br>surrounded by absurd turns <br>the world burns in the viral surge <br>some white kid threads the needle <br>with N words claiming that he’s equal <br>connections with people is illusion <br>cruising the echo chamber for bangers <br>dodging anger from wannabe stars <br>falling in love with avatars <br>experience marred from false hope <br>cerebral dope, non matching GOATS <br>and cut throat facts, sit back, <br>to watch people react <br>to hot trash takes from newscasts <br>like the world is full of iconoclasts <br>bask in my lineage of underground rap <br>digital dap and thirst traps <br>grab the burner <br>Guillotines crashed the server <br>shoutout to Dart Adams and Hex Murda</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3077295638/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1841861569/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/69539222022-04-21T15:10:36-05:002022-04-21T15:10:36-05:00Art Dealers<p>My life's candor <br>gets trapped in life patterns <br>wrapped in mics rapture <br>remain my pen master <br>art dealer, street pastor <br>ink anger bleed after <br>sleep in the minds of strangers <br>then dream after <br>light cannabis to green pastures <br>draw nightmares between screams, laughter <br>breed factors for change <br>engage in episodes of the strange <br>that enslave the plane for advancement <br>supply paint for grand standing <br>living on a pixelated earth <br>encased in bad graphics, craft magic <br>beliefs of dominance creeped in opulence scenic profit binge </p>
<p>ending hollow trends wearing graffiti on my skin <br>drums of war escalate sonic bids <br>mindful within, prideful within <br>to reflect psycho revenge <br>penning bars from hard marble <br>Frida Kahlo scarred sorrow <br>bangin street art like there’s no tomorrow</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3077295638/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1451280041/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/68889422022-02-04T15:35:23-06:002022-02-04T15:35:23-06:00Unusual <p>It’s the summer of ‘94 <br>hit the F&M store, looking for a score <br>Maxell chrome tapes, post haste <br>but I’m broke and got no papes <br>in for the slow burn <br>with hopes of no chase, move at a slow pace <br>case the joint with my cousins <br>scenario one when you got no budget <br>fuck it, they take one aisle, I take the other <br>my brother as look out as the runner <br>don’t get caught, no going under <br>scared of our mothers, not doing numbers <br>heat had us feeling like new lovers <br>ducking cameras like the two man cover <br>move with the stealth I could muster <br>so my demo tapes had that luster <br>fuck these security guard busters <br>FOR ALL YOU SUCKAS!</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=797868072/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2853122005/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/68857112022-02-01T13:58:39-06:002022-02-01T13:59:40-06:00Miracles <p>The further in life I get <br>the less I remember <br>looking to legends and mentors <br>as my protector, peep the lecture <br>take their gems and make em’ fresher <br>feel the pressure, on a bender <br>cuts to the bloody center <br>billed for services rendered <br>runnin’ jewels like Michael Render <br>here’s where hope enters <br>women popping over chrome fenders, <br>dough catcher <br>the window for success is so slender <br>many won’t enter, world ender <br>shot to your widows peak, the future’s bleak <br>hear my speech at the epicenter <br>Guillotine heavy weight contenders <br>fate always remembers <br>Heaven never was a lender <br>she always comes for the cheddar <br>keep 36 Chambers loaded like RZArector <br>wake up to the sun’s glimmer <br>sipping coffee from French pressers, <br>penning letters</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=739612116/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=3571533232/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/68488632021-12-22T08:12:24-06:002021-12-22T08:13:19-06:00Rebel Crowns<p>Blocks, gats and raps <br>ducking thirst traps <br>kids, cats and raps, a new path <br>Time had its hands around my neck <br>claustrophobic breathe <br>reflect on my gang days <br>I was Flavor Flav with a 12 gauge <br>masking the pain in a purple haze <br>looking to get my art framed <br>in the minds or galleries <br>trading in the corner for salary <br>which life was lived more valiantly? <br>electricity at my fingertips like Palpatine <br>paces stream free when your value’s freed <br>speech feeds seeds, whether it’s lyrics <br>or knowledge of the spirit <br>most don’t have their words cherished <br>until after they’re dead or perished <br>its why I’m mic doc’n like Erick and Parrish <br>dreaming of money in back packs <br>floating through Paris earning my merit <br>me and my daughter <br>share the same wild crocodile smile <br>keeping you a blade tip away from exile <br>broken rhythms with women <br>keeps filling up my ex files</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1633695009/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/65329572021-01-28T13:39:03-06:002021-01-28T13:39:03-06:00Gateway Drug<p>Bare my souls grace <br>burn green to probe space post haste <br>showin' God my smoke face <br>stoned pain breaks the choke chain <br>blown brain, toned bass, explode rage <br>problematic ashes <br>burn your house of cards <br>to expose the magic, tapped in <br>the 2nd Latin rapper <br>to leave your skull baffled <br>bones shattered, automatic closed casket <br>fast lane, I've blown past it with no manners<br>broke bastard to so lavish <br>toed tragic, exposed passage <br>radiated flow savage, fantastic damage <br>pragmatic cult classic <br>toe taggin' stolen masses <br>spit gasses, soaking matches <br>when hope passes <br>til then I'm killin' masters with chrome hammers</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2549821259/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=3411309622/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">BBQ & Chaos by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/65329562021-01-28T13:33:52-06:002021-10-04T12:32:01-05:00Notebook Sickness <p>Down a couple of shots and beers <br>fear liquidates my tears <br>what am I doing here? <br>should I be armed to the teeth, warfare</p>
<p>dreams remove evidence of elements <br>that protected youthful resemblance</p>
<p>reminisce about the decade of decadents</p>
<p>sick of riding the bench </p>
<p>next to the stench of death <br>this is my last hit, short of breath <br>paranoia extorts cops hunting for sport <br>another pull off the Newport <br>societies reflection is fact that doom implores <br>what you think the movements for? <br>distort dissection of past transgressions</p>
<p>cap aggression Smith and Wesson <br>packed with lessons <br>genocide always intended <br>swept under the rug no mention <br>unless levied as leverage <br>jettison political medicine <br>devastation, end game declaration <br>final move cultural castration</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2549821259/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2672109804/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">BBQ & Chaos by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/65329042021-01-28T12:52:33-06:002021-01-28T12:52:33-06:00Grown Up Rap<p>I’m broken, damaged <br>rocking Sean P the savage <br>pen ink the automatic package <br>distracted from empty fridges <br>mental sickness reaching all types of frigid <br>sleep with sinners fight the emotional winter <br>cold broke, no soap, roaches, rats, <br>dead love, ducking lead slugs <br>off with my head <br>Wastelands back from the dead <br>rewind selector, lyrics measured <br>born from conjecture <br>cock the the lever <br>bullet to your dentures, unpause the rebel <br>my life is mental film stock, dead stock <br>America First code for oppression <br>protesting in the streets disconnected <br>hands up don’t shoot <br>I can’t breathe either <br>watching these pigs kill off American dreamers</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2549821259/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1814213109/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">BBQ & Chaos by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/65329012021-01-28T12:48:03-06:002021-01-28T12:48:03-06:00Arrogant<p>I awoke from a winter slumber <br>waiting on my ticket to hell’s hot summer <br>pen with the hustle of gunners <br>swing the lumber <br>and watch the fear of god man handle you <br>illustrate the violence from my mandible <br>for sinners sake <br>put the content of my mind on a dinner plate <br>watch the world eat it up <br>like Hannibal the cannibal <br>shots cracking your clavicle, so masterful <br>pictures painted from anguish <br>makin’ my language nickel plated <br>look in the mirror <br>filled with anger and hatred <br>testing my patience <br>my arrogance is so blatant <br>Windy City in my blood <br>lovin’ my cadence <br>get out of my business <br>unless you’re running with payments <br>I’m so shameless</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2549821259/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=945073202/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">BBQ & Chaos by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/65091692020-12-28T15:45:37-06:002020-12-28T15:45:37-06:00Rich Sinners<p>Started moving weed in the 10th grade <br>to create my own legendary template <br>flirted with the drug game <br>when the homies said I’m next <br>time to graduate to the Pyrex <br>scared to move up from the dime flex <br>after pushing a key under sunny days <br>moving plenty ways after copping 20k <br>riding the money wave <br>burn the wire as the pinnacle of sires <br>and I ain’t talking about God or Jesus <br>Vice Lords riding coupes on leases <br>packing heaters dodging felonies <br>and misdemeanors <br>became a different dreamer <br>when I got locked <br>during the summer of Ether <br>fucking hood rats rocking Jordan’s and Fila's </p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1459714917/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2290490833/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">SUICIDE TONGUE- OBLIVIOUS ANIMALS by EVOLVE</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/64821522020-11-20T11:39:46-06:002021-01-28T13:35:16-06:00Substance<p>Frolic in the depths of knowledge <br>the clock is the heart of life <br>thinking mundane as seconds tick through one vein <br>minutes are blood flowing one way <br>emotions stab at my watch <br>now I got nothing but time on my hands <br>bland lifestyles turn heads toward the promise land <br>media used as contraband <br>children running the streets in undergarments <br>immigrants struggle with the dollar <br>getting the American dream started working as INS targets <br>while their sons move weed, dodging misdemeanor charges <br>martyred militants claiming I God <br>making me guilty of spiritual conviction <br>visions of guns with violent motion <br>followed by coffins locked and closed in <br>hugs and roses, drugs in heavy doses <br>blunts roasting when memories are toasted <br>done choking, lying to my own psychosis <br>emerging from the smoke uncloaked <br>with my pen as the staff of Moses <br>hoping to free loved ones</p>
<p>to live life the way destiny wrote it <br>beyond the way history told it, molded from Augury’s omens <br>caught in Lucifer's notion, birthed in pyramids <br>underneath each brick is 26 alpha numerics<br>words of wisdom glitch in the system, uncaged from the matrix <br>my physical still held down by gravity <br>making me a victim of my own tragedies <br>constantly attacking the man in me</p>
<p>If my thoughts were beings on other planets <br>engaged in Star Wars, claiming Vice Lord <br>would they throw up endorphins? <br>took the game and morphed it <br>with resident evil kneivel cerebral cortex <br>sold my way to drop top Porsche’s <br>Seasons Change got 5 mics in The Source and <br>I got women with breasts perky and gorgeous</p>
<p>like Halle Berry in Swordfish calling me papi <br>triple platinum probably, this song features Ja Rule and Ashanti <br>my fan base just multiples then <br>getting your undivided attention was my intention <br>fuck the previously mentioned, birth earth lessons <br>banging straight out the box like vaginal prosthetics <br>focus shifts to scribing a magnum opus with such magnum force <br>I’m forced back to the closet rocking back and forth <br>eating strange fruit with the spirit of Aaliyah <br>telling me my soulmate is more than a woman <br>moving to a glimmer of suicide in my left eye <br>if I used a 45 to blow my own mind <br>would I be amongst the greatest of all time <br>transforming optimum rhymes to collide with Optimus Prime <br>making me a semi truck</p>
<p>speak divine righteousness it exists in my lungs <br>money stuns the populous into dicking over god <br>like a hermaphrodite Israelite masturbating in the face of Christ <br>what I write is a danger to my group, soon to go solo <br>a living version of Public Enemy’s logo <br>combat politics more crooked than Debo’s eye <br>making the system collapse quicker than Hank Gathers at the half court line</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2834956138/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1877773702/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">Rules Of Evolution by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/64814292020-11-19T14:13:20-06:002020-11-19T14:13:20-06:00Strung Out<p>Once commanded a literal understanding <br>of commandment tablets and Quran fragments <br>making my mathematics tantric <br>wasn’t baptized so I couldn’t claim Christ as the savior of my life <br>hated the fact he turned water into wine <br>because wine became water to my father <br>He beat me, my brother and my grandmother’s daughter <br>as he led his lambs to the slaughter <br>three souls drowned in the thoughts of the brain washer <br>making it harder to believe Heaven was branded beyond the granite <br>church made me pay to search for the creator of earth <br>they turned religion into a system of pimpin’ <br>watching angels back handing planets knocking my world off it’s axis <br>true meanings unmasked <br>teachings we believe in written by a drunken heathen <br>known as the king of England <br>plights of Israelites partially removed due to so-called moments of clarity <br>now known as Hebrews we knew only to seize the moment <br>making anything before us ancient, the future adjacent <br>complacent with struggles of previous generations <br>denying the enslavement of entire populations <br>Black men confined to join a nation <br>telling me god is a fragment of my imagination <br>because the man who created him was pagan, lacking pigmentation <br>millions became Malcolm Little reading behind dictionary pages <br>spiritualization treated as pussy so we could face it <br>still I’m Max from Pi, drilling holes in my brain <br>to relieve frustration of not deciphering 216 character equations</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2834956138/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=200858322/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">Rules Of Evolution by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/64812702020-11-19T11:06:12-06:002020-11-19T11:06:12-06:00Black Monday<p>Rap went commercial <br>when will it return to program? <br>nomads become cliche within themselves <br>as more become product on the shelves <br>I lay between urban decay and suburbia <br>society giving my mind a hernia <br>troubled youth shackled by George W <br>so I smuggle truth into entertainment <br>the battle for my allegiance <br>began when my bloodline was pillaged by Spaniards, who’s my savior? <br>eyed by enemies a genetic failure <br>inches from inquisition <br>commissioned to seek retribution for the movement <br>until Ras’ tooth pick is saluted <br>diluted brainwaves become seismic <br>enriched with stolen jewels of Osiris <br>snatched off the belt of Orion <br>I emerged on the horizon <br>resting on the dark side of the sun <br>came with 4 Horsemen disguised as Nimrods portrait <br>birthed dormant in the earth’s uterus <br>moving through universes with verses to versus <br>the version of the person I am and will be <br>photograph my shadow, I’m still me <br>kill me by electric chair on a Friday <br>mourn me on a Saturday <br>bury me under moonlight on a Sunday <br>all because 6/18/79 was a Black Monday</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2834956138/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=755749523/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">Rules Of Evolution by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/64812512020-11-19T10:08:58-06:002020-11-19T10:08:58-06:00SELLS<p>Push beyond 3rd millennium <br>triple optic adamantium, ink 5th pentium <br>dream theme music, bent on dominance <br>30lb magnets amplify my subconscious mind <br>baptized in stigmata’s bloodline <br>selling my spritualization, education, lyricism , liberation <br>which was a mixture of alcohol and a naive fifteen year old <br>don’t hold dicks like a lesbian chick who can’t make a fist <br>lip balms, spit psalms as blood drips from my slit palms <br>cut with the sword of Islam <br>so my genetic code is told through every musical mold <br>men trading products of their semen to keep their pockets creamin’ <br>death for treason, forever speaking artistic languages <br>voice of slaves shackled in chains and whips <br>yet the same chase chains and whips <br>cane and chips, fame and tits <br>what part of the game is this? <br>all the dick of Pac and Big <br>what, you forgot about Ra and KRS dismantling ample men <br>before Jay and Nas started batting? <br>been sniffing too much Ether <br>wish I could marry wack MC’s <br>so I become a wife beater <br>waking hip hop from its epileptic seizure</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2834956138/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1557434828/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">Rules Of Evolution by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/64613782020-10-22T15:24:25-05:002020-10-22T15:26:42-05:00God Save Us From The Devil <p>God body in the human spirit <br>altercations and penning lyrics made you fearless <br>pain and anger love to be your muse <br>bullet riddled bodies still in view <br>frustration and hatred in the queue, let it stew <br>your city’s dying, what to do? <br>gold plated dreams and dirty faith <br>dapping up friends with empty face <br>kids disappear without a trace <br>I’m supposed to wait for the Bible quote to save the day, let us pray what a waste <br>drowning in the chase screaming into space leaning into taste <br>heathens in their place, demons in my face <br>Jesus on the case <br>easing on the weight rolling off my back <br>holding on the mask, exposing all the mass <br>trolling off the tracks, floating through the cracks <br>frozen all the rats, posing in the traps <br>closed in heart attacks, popping off the gats <br>holding off the threats, walking on the net <br>closing off my breath <br>oppression architects cashing all the checks <br>the devils silhouette <br>please release the rest <br>therein lies the fucking disconnect</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1489839225/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=4276343319/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">The First Stand by Guillotine Crowns</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/63477922020-06-09T15:35:36-05:002020-06-09T15:35:36-05:00Killer<p>I don’t cry when cops die <br>but you never ask why <br>blue lives matter is a lie <br>another sign of oppression <br>disconnected from protection and service <br>blue lights still make me nervous <br>is this going to be my last breath <br>sick of black death <br>and the same old stories <br>turned into blood orgies <br>a bullet in our head, now you’re sorry <br>all of sudden it’s some sort of allegory <br>stuck in the doesn’t happen category <br>if I show resistance <br>I’m complicit in non compliance <br>deserving of the violence <br>it ain’t science <br>cops exercise their right <br>to keep us silent <br>they wonder why we riot <br>we’re dying on this non freedom diet <br>White America wouldn’t dare try it <br>now you know why I’m crying <br>grieving for lost souls <br>in nightmares underneath my eyelids</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1910060258/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">Killer (w/ SKECH185) by Guillotine Crowns</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/63477292020-06-09T15:25:52-05:002020-06-09T15:25:52-05:00Live From Inner Thought<p>Sometimes I just want to <br>do drugs and drink <br>it's too hard to think <br>madness on the brink <br>the missing link <br>skeletons emerge from the closet <br>brain celibate dancing the devils mosh pit <br>John Malkovich with a gun to my head <br>in the cockpit <br>counting down the clock ticks <br>rain pours to wash away the toxins <br>not knowing who God is <br>grew up catholic chilling with convicts <br>learning the block pitch <br>dealers cutting up the drop ship <br>definition of context <br>money knots swelling up my pockets <br>running from the darkness <br>bullet proof dodging the glock kiss <br>38 in the game of life still a novice <br>verbalizing my written correspondence <br>live from inner thought <br>dead man walking amongst lost prophets <br>backed in a corner running out of options</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2549821259/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">BBQ & Chaos by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/59908002019-12-03T18:07:08-06:002020-06-09T15:39:10-05:00Origin Stories<p>As the seasons changed <br>so did my bastard frame <br>began to masquerade the pain <br>packed a faster blade <br>for a long time death was certified <br>never afraid to die, life verses time <br>love had me blind <br>written lines traveling the blue skies <br>survived a summertime of lies <br>reborn in the winter wars <br>return to the trenches <br>with Ghostface rifles in the kitchen <br>freestyle sessions with my henchmen <br>penning more bars than a prison sentence <br>had me disconnected from this dimension <br>at the mere mention <br>of hitting astral planes, flame your brain <br>hit the stage, taste of fame <br>bag the change, bang the cage <br>went from heartbroken to rap monster <br>where I’m from, you talk shit <br>we hit you with the pistol opera</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=863622367/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=4080935358/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">City As School by Uncommon Nasa & Kount Fif</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/58382202019-07-26T17:56:35-05:002020-06-09T15:39:46-05:00BBQ & Chaos<p>I’m indelible sworn <br>born from the fire that burned slow <br>untouchable within my Company Flow <br>load the chamber when my money gets low <br>stone cold existence <br>pain bleeds from the pen <br>watch my soul get christened <br>deadlights glisten, shot of adrenaline <br>Pennywise specimen, shape shift acumen <br>the first cuts accurate <br>Rob Sonic Plaster Man <br>Mr. Magic rap attack <br>came up with bboys selling gats and crack <br>out the backs of Cadillacs <br>rehash the battle axe <br>cooking up bbq and chaos <br>98 Jordan in the playoffs <br>Oz’s in paint cans <br>selling hydroponic to white girls with spray tans <br>smack the shit out of you <br>like Sean Price adlibs on playback</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2549821259/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=3239321882/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">BBQ & Chaos by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/58167322019-07-07T15:16:23-05:002019-11-07T18:02:28-06:00Champions<p>They say I'm too old for this rap shit <br>I'm just here to bring some balance to your actions <br>went from stashing semi automatics underneath my mattress <br>to under ground champion <br>gangsta rap lit <br>punishing you with bully rap clicks <br>memory lane induces bad trips <br>find salvation in the classics <br>exit pain stage left, stay fresh, pray less but me and God still on a first name basis <br>can see it on the prettiest of faces <br>dedicated to the homies catching cases <br>caged in the metal matrix <br>you're in my graces on these pages <br>without you I wouldn't have a chance to make it <br>shape shift, spray clips <br>weight lift the world off my shoulders <br>give Destiny something to be proud of as she gets older <br>money folder, surrounded by coffins and toasters <br>name in lights, signing posters <br>living life how I'm supposed to <br>cinematic vision, not in the material sense <br>but in the literal sense <br>to have my spiritual blessed </p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1155114438/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2003992334/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">Chekhov&#39;s Gun by Last Sons</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/49842602017-12-19T10:22:53-06:002017-12-19T10:30:06-06:00Generosity<p>Happy new year depression <br>it’s just me and you again <br>finding new ways to explore the connection <br>generosity what is it? <br>is it mom cooking for strangers in the kitchen? <br>is it one day without pain and sickness?<br>fighting to survive the new version of mankind <br>working full time struggling to pay my bills, popping pills, faith kills <br>went from heavy thinker to heavy drinker <br>once again on the brink of suicide <br>darkness paints realms inside my mind <br>violent by design unless I find something to supplement my next high <br>fighting time, struggling to stay alive <br>back to the point I don’t believe there’s a god <br>don’t you think that’s kind of odd <br>since I’ve spent years talking about the strength of our bond? <br>gone baby gone is the illusion of freedom of expression <br>making America great again <br>through systematic oppression <br>arrogance stopped us from taking heed to previous lessons <br>ostrich heads buried in the sand <br>until the epidemic scurried in the hands of those not affected <br>murders of my people where considered clandestine <br>until cellphones popped the pandemic <br>finally did America believe these klans meant it <br>generations lusting off the blood fetish <br>cultural appropriation took away our one weapon <br>well, I got my guns loaded come get it <br>let the bullets fly <br>I love my people, bear witness <br>I won’t stop until we’re cured of the sickness <br>and the oppressors recognize our image</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3328446886/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">&lt;a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/generosity" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/generosity"&gt;Generosity by Short Fuze &amp;amp; Uncommon Nasa&lt;/a&gt;</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/48362422017-09-03T11:51:54-05:002017-12-12T16:26:43-06:00Gods Aim<p>Chicago Bullish <br>tattooed in the name of Chicago bullets <br>Chicago ruthless <br>blood stained with Gods aim <br>disdain for Gods name <br>display my inner Gods pain <br>for Gods sake <br>who does God thank <br>when the winds of change reign <br>forcing my face an odd blank <br>I walk this odd plank <br>screaming at the skies <br>with Gods rage <br>turn with Gods page <br>pray where God lays <br>played in Gods day <br>happy in plans God laid <br>tapping into Gods vein <br>smoking out Gods strain <br>using faith to act out Gods play <br>it all works out in Gods way <br>praise to Yawah <br>live from the inferno of Dante</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1839353709/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1882017384/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">&lt;a data-cke-saved-href="http://manbitesdogrecs.bandcamp.com/album/written-at-night" href="http://manbitesdogrecs.bandcamp.com/album/written-at-night"&gt;Written at Night by Uncommon Nasa&lt;/a&gt;</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46800042017-04-21T10:27:15-05:002017-12-12T16:27:12-06:00Gods Waiting Room <p>Summon the many arms of Vishnu<br>to illustrate what I been through<br>born from a crippled stencil<br>automated Denku tenchu<br>walk with so much end view<br>people ask which God sent you<br>world’s built on penciled lectures<br>submerged in clockwork textures<br>so the masses don’t forget you<br>words Ginsu stick you<br>to the point the hands of fate won’t stitch you<br>mutilated cuts over Nasa’s instrumental temper<br>the previously expressed views represent Fuze <br>anything else is a flagrant fuck you<br>like when El Producto was shakin’ Russell<br>or when Kimora was takin’ Russell’s pape and hustle<br>suck it ride ride the snake head muscle<br>in IPod’s I’m God<br>uncivilized like Jews scribin’ Muhammad’s face in krylon<br>eating pigs in eye shot<br>rockin’ Mein Kamph<br>screamin’ my God this is what I’m on<br>from the top of Mt. Zion<br>battling Jesus Christ and Dylon draped in Izod<br>cross the pylon 7 points<br>like when 85 percent find God<br>my career won’t be defined by nine shots<br>lifter of gall to elevate a brawl<br>will the gangsters pop off?<br>Naw I don’t think they got the balls<br>bullet casings tappin’ your jaw<br>until my thumb compresses gun powder into your skull<br>defying physical law leaving onlookers in awe </p>
<p>I speak through revelations of man<br>to withstand the pressure of granite and sand<br>stained glass cuts the prophets hand<br>blood becomes toxic dislodging DNA strands<br>turnin’ Yaway to man<br>and for a moment my soul was hemoglobin<br>stolen where the remedies to destroy mythological enemies<br>which became amenities to put men at ease<br>then turn around and make the word of God an obscenity<br>makin’ the planet a universal centerpiece for sinful pedigrees<br>humanity rock carves, the rock starves<br>my shadow has no choice but to lounge under dog stars<br>waiting to shed some light on my insight<br>shove a knife through my eye socket<br>so my mind gets the point<br>anoint the circumference of world a perfect circle<br>summoning enough inertia to bring down<br>three dimensional sunspots to burn you<br>with no where to turn to<br>your views blistered in discontent during winter<br>like homeless alcoholics juggling bursting vodka bottles over exposed livers<br>shiver at the thought of normality<br>the heavens patterned me at the peak mastery<br>in kings majesty making my earth eclectic<br>birthing my music soul child<br>somewhere between the gangsta era and Afro centric</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3783206089/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">&lt;a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music"&gt;Lobotomy Music by Short Fuze &amp;amp; Nasa&lt;/a&gt;</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46799172017-04-21T08:48:09-05:002017-12-12T16:27:49-06:00Gorgeous<p>Dear journal my outlook has become nocturnal<br>with nothing to turn to spiritualism is segregated<br>wondering if the entrance to heaven is gated<br>or is inner peace exaggerated?<br>walkin’ with castrated brain matter<br>calculating deaths data into physical matter<br>wanting it the moment after<br>masqueraded declaration of struggle<br>secreted from amniotic muscle<br>vaginal walls begin to crumble<br>giving my eyes something to sun to<br>words of expression are muffled from artistic hustle<br>as the power of God comes through<br>the world just assumes then deducts you<br>while previous beliefs you’ve run to shun you <br>minuscule ridicule is burden of genius<br>in my dreamin’ I team with demons<br>to slap the be Jesus out Christ<br>with the might of mankind<br>to give him insight on what its like<br>to live a life inside his light<br>falling off the pedestal<br>readies you to be tailored for failure through anger<br>then turn around and praise her<br>for favors from the saviors you’ve already alienated<br>not realizing you’ve cut off your ears to think in silence<br>close your eyes and see the world the way God designed it </p>
<p>I’ve blown out the 24th candle on my birthday cake<br>to calculate the weight of mistakes<br>made against the world that ain’t<br>riding the faint taste of fate<br>as happiness escapes each time my heart palpitates<br>scowl in amazement at the smiling faces<br>that strayed from my graces on my training day<br>applaud change but I’m afraid<br>I’ve missed my opportunity to gain a leg on the human race<br>tainted pages paced with patience<br>parallel with endangered statements<br>paraded by abrasive language<br>ending the novel idea/ that I’m a descendant of Pangaea<br>I see a beacon of glimmer<br>as holy water simmers in sinners<br>as scriptured pictures become what my life is framed in<br>I walk in a misshapen body<br>oddly enough my tear ducts/ scream I don’t give a fuck<br>tears of joy deploy for a boy who’s become a man<br>has yet to understand God’s plan<br>that was predated when his soul took a vacation in the physical Matrix<br>and got caged in my hope floats</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3783206089/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=3849569926/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">&lt;a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music"&gt;Lobotomy Music by Short Fuze &amp;amp; Nasa&lt;/a&gt;</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46771482017-04-19T15:17:57-05:002017-12-12T16:28:29-06:00Don't Feed The Machine<p>I awoke somewhere between the war of ambition<br>teetering on the line of fact and fiction<br>getting burned by the friction<br>of self savior and victim<br>enriched with not so God like decisions<br>birthed within the laws written<br>plagued by the infinite question<br>whether religion is a creation of God?<br>or is God a creation of religion?<br>to keep us livin’ in the perforated image<br>christened in our own obsession and sickness<br>pushin’ the limits conjured by existence<br>life is a game of inches<br>but its hard to move forward<br>when you lack the vision<br>to judge the distance to the finish<br>a dishwasher in Hell’s kitchen<br>drowning in black holes<br>once covered by my burned bridges<br>walk a mile in my shoes<br>if my angels permit it<br>consumed by daily pace<br>getting a leg up in the human race<br>do my features still describe a human face?<br>capable of human grace?<br>wondering if I put my heart again<br>will there be someone who takes?<br>chase my convictions of spiritualism<br>didn’t inherit my fathers alcoholism<br>but I got his rage and pain<br>coursing through my veins<br>his muted traits is what my music makes<br>hold it back and let my dreams react<br>to the ghost of the man in black </p>
<p>Open time, open door<br>open mind, open sore<br>open scheme, broken dreams<br>broken breathe, don’t feed the machine</p>
<p>This one goes out to my biological father<br>who didn’t bother after takin’ my mother to the alter<br>sought to destroy his creations<br>pushing women to devastation<br>forcin’ them to touch elevation<br>rethinkin’ the scope of the presentation<br>separation all in a blink<br>lost soul in the drink reflect in the sink<br>oldest son on the brink of drugs and jewelry<br>back then that’s what suited me<br>listeners will understand if they knew<br>how the hunger pain were doing me<br>I thought weed, sneakers and women<br>were the proof of me<br>til friends were murdered brutally<br>bullet wounds shook in me<br>that the hand of God wasn’t movin’ me<br>now I’m cruisin’ streets with my grandmothers wisdom<br>she said not to be a victim of the system<br>be the voice of the people<br>shine the worded image on their sickness<br>show the children there’s more to life<br>than hustlin’ in front of buildings<br>there’s lots of things in the world that can kill them<br>that the world can build them<br>if they let go the feeling of the ceiling<br>and bring a difference element<br>with my last will and testament<br>this ones dedicated to my wastelands brethren<br>I’m sorry our music didn’t do a better job to better men<br>I guess the world wasn’t ready to take the medicine</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3783206089/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=3325168840/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">&lt;a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music"&gt;Lobotomy Music by Short Fuze &amp;amp; Nasa&lt;/a&gt;</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46770962017-04-19T15:08:31-05:002022-02-16T09:38:18-06:00Poison Makes Me Pretty<p>Welcome my world how to begin it?<br>limped into Nasa labs on a mission to quiet the cynics<br>overhaulin’ my life from a distance<br>civilence mic check one, two<br>couldn’t walk in God’s shoes even if I want to<br>its not that I don’t love you<br>its just I got another place to run to<br>giving pain the old run through<br>ask yourself this<br>what if your heart pumped you<br>full of women’s indignants<br>or watching your best friend<br>get overcome by addiction<br>then not giving the message of his sickness<br>then witness his younger sister<br>get imprisoned by promises of wedding kisses<br>mixing love for good dickin’<br>then herself turn to syringes<br>while the world says good riddance<br>no rest for the wicked<br>ever since I made the decision<br>to wrap my five digits around a pistol<br>made my final wishes cursed a couple bitches<br>squeezed the trigger<br>awoke alive as the voice of the underprivileged<br>ever since a Cannibal Ox told me to scream Phoenix<br>surrounded by pigeons fighting for crumbs and inches<br>protected by God’s vision<br>the peoples fist has arisen<br><br>Today pain placed a number on the age of innocence<br>I died a little inside when hardcore went impotent<br>bags under my eyes indifferent to images<br>of my grandmother injecting insulin<br>or havin’ to find my friend overdosed on heroin<br>for the sake of keepin’ this conversation spirited<br>why was life so hard<br>when I had to pull the needle from his arm?<br>wanted time to restart<br>when I had to call his wife<br>to tell her life changed<br>all because he found that vein<br>too selfish and vain to explain to his kids<br>he had no will to live<br>it’s shit like this that makes me want to reattempt<br>to put a bullet between my lips and french kiss death<br>what do I got to miss?<br>heaven won’t even tell me she loves me<br>the greatest love to never happen<br>heart broken in fragments<br>dead with passion my reaction<br>why won’t the hand of God touch me?<br>why does the devil try and fuck me?<br>I guess I’m what happened to ugly<br><br>Spirits of dead friends walk in the rain<br>soul rage paints with blood of the slain<br>8 blunts of flame straight to the brain<br>bounce in and out of sane<br>tryin’ to embrace 99 names<br>shaking the angst of deception<br>fallen friends, injections<br>time tested aggression<br>buried within the shadow of the half moon crescent<br>all I’m left with is the curse of God<br>oh God, I’ve cursed God<br>God damn it I hate this planet<br>and the fact I’ve taken my life for granted<br>while the rich allow the poor to to be stagnate<br>my spiritual conviction inches me closer<br>to believe love is wicked<br>hum du allah, pushed into the arms of a broken star<br>when the sun filled that void<br>while the dark side of moon left me destroyed<br>bring on the ‘noid heard a voice ask me<br>if I’m friends with God<br>or friends with Satan<br>It depends upon the situation<br>my dreams flip through pages of anguish<br>cleansed with wisdom of the ancient<br>chasing the life force that loves me<br>til then I ask what happen to ugly</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3783206089/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2289829798/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">&lt;a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music"&gt;Lobotomy Music by Short Fuze &amp;amp; Nasa&lt;/a&gt;</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46770762017-04-19T14:55:58-05:002017-04-19T14:55:58-05:00Pollination<p>106 DEGREE HEAT INDEX<br>DROWNING IN A SEA OF MENTAL IMPOTENCE<br>I GUESS IGNORANCE IS BLISS<br>WAITING FOR THE SWITCH<br>PECKED ON THE CHEEK BY FATES PERFECT KISS<br>MY INDENTS ARE STIFF<br>AT THE END OF MY ROPE<br>RATHER BE RESPECTED AND BROKE<br>THAN THE BUTT OF A JOKE<br>HOLDING ON TO HOPE<br>THAT I FIND MY PLACE IN HISTORY<br>LOOKING TO GOD TO CURE MY MISERY<br>BUT HE HASN’T BEEN A FRIEND OF ME<br>SINCE I LEFT JESUS STANDING AT THE MEZZANINE AT 16<br>KARMA STEPPED IN TO INTERVENE<br>AND COMPLETELY CHANGED THE WAY THAT I REACH<br>THE WAY THAT I BLEED<br>THE WAY THAT I TEACH<br>MY HATRED CAN BE FOUND IN THE PAIN THAT I SPEAK<br>AND THE RAGE THAT I PREACH<br>SPACE HOLDS THE KEY<br>TO THE PRAISE THAT I SEEK<br>THESE ARE THE DAYS THAT I LEAVE BEHIND<br>TRAPPED IN TIME<br>GIVING SIGHT TO THE BLIND<br>WHILE FIGURING OUT MY OWN DESIGN<br>WONDERING IF I SUFFER FROM THE SAME AFFLICTION<br>AS MY FRIENDS WHO FELL TO ADDICTION<br>MARIJUANA AND PILLS CHANGE MY POSITION<br>CLOUDING MY VISION<br>FORCING ME TO SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN<br>UNABLE TO FOCUS ON MY FRACTURED REALITY<br>WAITING ON LOBOTOMY AND TOXICOLOGY<br>TO TOUCH OTHER GALAXIES PROVING VALIDATION<br>FOR MY VERBAL MASTERY<br>SCREAMING FUCK THE UNIVERSE<br>FOR ALWAYS HARASSING ME</p>
<p>I REFLECT ON THE DAYS SPENT<br>FREESTYLING TO MYSELF ON THE PARK BENCH<br>CRAFTING MY WORDS TO BECOME A MARKSMAN<br>LEARNING TO HARNESS THE POWER I WAS GIVEN<br>WATCHING PENS AND PENCILS STIFFEN<br>TURNING INSTRUMENTALS TO LIQUID<br>LETTING THE WORLD KNOW ABOUT MY SICKNESS<br>PUTTING ON A MASK<br>LIKE DOOM AND STANLEY IPKISS<br>TO PROTECT MY PSYCHE AND FRAGILE IMAGE/<br>FRONTING OFF LIKE I WAS LIVING<br>DEEP DOWN I KNEW/ THE HEAVENS WERE LIVID<br>BECAUSE I TOOK UP RESIDENCE IN HELL’S KITCHEN<br>ONLY THE DEVILS LIPSTICK PROMISED TO FIX<br>THE FRUSTRATION I LIMP WITH WITH THE QUICKNESS<br>SOMETIMES YOU GOTTA LIVE INDIGNANT<br>TO APPRECIATE THE FEELING OF SUFFOCATION<br>POLLINATION, ELATION, ELEVATION<br>EMOTIONAL SCARS WORN AS MEDALS OF DECLARATION<br>BRING ON THAT NUMB SENSATION, HIBERNATION<br><br><strong>From Save The Horn</strong></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46770572017-04-19T14:40:23-05:002017-12-12T16:29:44-06:00Berserker Fury<p>Don’t let ‘em push the button cousin<br>who let the dusted gluttons in the function?<br>this ones dedicated to the baby boomers<br>daily gloomers who maneuver through the future<br>with scalpel and suture gettin’ the world wide open<br>takin’ back the stolen notions that<br>there’s no hope for the hopeless<br>while the soulless steal our token<br>forcing us to roast the potent<br>pour the Molsen holdin’ our emotions<br>while they steal the word from the pulpit<br>ignoring the fact the globe is more corrosive<br>focus, chokin’ on nuclear wind<br>back then when me and Stukin the kid<br>where boozin’ the gin, cruisin’ for chicks<br>not realizing sin was the movement within<br>penning anthems for the masses<br>bringing forth this classic<br>unleashing the magic of the manical ox<br>who unlocked the lock that my mandible got<br>birthing my own radical rock<br>letting go of fanatical plots<br>I’m going down in a blaze of shots<br>rot in eyes of judge and jury<br>feeling my berserker fury</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3783206089/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2406360268/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">&lt;a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music"&gt;Lobotomy Music by Short Fuze &amp;amp; Nasa&lt;/a&gt;</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46770452017-04-19T14:24:21-05:002019-11-07T18:04:13-06:00Skeleton Key<p>Soul unrested my minds infested<br>with other peoples questions<br>I’ve never taken the time<br>to relieve my own tension<br>open up my thoughts and find<br>where the scars are impressed in<br>how does it make you feel<br>you don’t know the reasons<br>for your best friends lessons?<br>where there’s pain you find the connection<br>what about that little girl<br>you tried to give the world?<br>hope you didn’t mess up her vision of life<br>by putting your heart where she isn’t<br>regret getting her name<br>tatted on your wrist yet?<br>it’s being a father figure from a distance<br>it’s unfortunate you can’t live through intention<br>happy birthday baby, maybe one day<br>you’ll understand what you been through<br>when you feel sadness<br>that’s the Devil trying to get you<br>remember I’m always with you<br>til then I’m an empty seed<br>left with my heart for a skeleton key</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3662266662/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1022012827/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">After Years Of Television by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46770052017-04-19T14:04:13-05:002017-12-12T16:31:38-06:00Doomsday Device<p>Hey yo peace God<br>I said peace God<br>over centuries many have tried to beseech God<br>unpiece and then reteach God<br>in their own vision and image<br>somebody please seat the cynics<br>but I didn’t convey McVey<br>and when the towers came down<br>I was angry my eyes were misty<br>that day I was a resident of New York City<br>you couldn’t shift me from in front of the TV<br>believe me my brain was bludgeoned<br>from hours of news coverage<br>that’s something I’ll never forget in my lifetime<br>but then we disrespect the dead<br>with talk of conspiracy theories and oil pipelines?<br>I was disgusted with negativity portrayed towards Muslims<br>like we got together at a function<br>and celebrated the anguish<br>that people felt searching for family<br>revolution didn’t come from calamity<br>now I’m supposed to give up/ my shot at mastery<br>because some terrorists got fed some bullshit at an extremist factory?</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3783206089/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2784816075/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music">Lobotomy Music by Short Fuze &amp; Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46770042017-04-19T14:00:05-05:002019-11-07T18:05:16-06:00Dollar Billed Pyramids<p>In God I trust<br>knock the dust off my faced in value<br>I’m chased in volume<br>encased in volume of money, cash, hoes<br>bloody stash nose<br>her body has those curves<br>that instill the thrill<br>to kill bills like<br>some coked up Beatrix Kiddo<br>in the back of spliffed out limos<br>without the tinted windows<br>suckin’ for the fiscal<br>her bodies oh so sinful<br>to the instrumental of<br>Can’t It Be So Simple<br>lookin’ at this girl there’s nothing<br>she won’t get into<br>while her son’s at home<br>smashin’ on Nintendo<br>she’s blowin’ on them whistles<br>down to the creamy gristle<br>gettin’ whipped by pistols<br>just to feed her kiddo<br>100 dollar billers<br>make her titties jiggle<br>thinkin’ my God, he’s never gonna uplift you</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3662266662/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2301369652/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">After Years Of Television by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46769612017-04-19T13:40:34-05:002017-04-19T13:40:34-05:00Wonder Years<p>What’s wrong with that man Daddy?<br>I don’t know, keep staring<br>he’s a freak show<br>legs sponsored by Calico<br>police peek through the peep hole<br>and see the tears of Calixto<br>huddled over Nico<br>blood fresh off the needle<br>witnessing the last time<br>the rush fuckin’ pleased you<br>fold your hands son<br>here comes the church<br>and the steeple<br>then the people who tried to piece you<br>and your mind as feeble<br>holding onto drugs<br>as the reason God won’t keep you<br>my soul became see through<br>flash my confined mind to the 1-9-9-9<br>at that time when I took a blind sign<br>to a nines shine<br>seconds away from resting my sublime mind<br>on a Pink Floydian wall<br>outsiders think Freudian thoughts<br>appropriate laws lay under fears<br>to get me through the wonder years<br><br><a contents="From After Years Of Television" data-link-label="" data-link-type="album" href="/album/413171/after-years-of-television" target="_blank"><strong>From After Years Of Television</strong></a><br> </p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46768832017-04-19T13:06:36-05:002019-11-07T18:07:05-06:00Locust Myst<p>Oh my God I’m in fight for my life<br>struggling to see the light<br>I lift the last bit of rubble and bricks<br>to wake up to a sunless kiss<br>surrounded by the locust mist<br>face severely burned upper lip blistered<br>greeted by mother natures nuclear winter<br>accompanied by apocalypse her twin sister<br>feet splintered Jesus now I know how Christ felt<br>when the non believers dealt their hand to sinners<br>nailing his soul to wooden fixtures<br>which mirrors the reflection of a society<br>bent on self propriety<br>eyeing me a dead weight<br>not a contribution element<br>cursing my melanin I don’t ride the dick<br>of a mule or elephant<br>words once heaven sent become here say<br>like knowledgeable abdominal follicles<br>off the Devils topical<br>funny how Armageddon changes your perception<br>continue to move through the wreckage<br>looking for medics or where enforcement is<br>come to remains of an orphanage<br>dead children, burning buildings, gone are my feelings<br>it’s bad enough I’m dealing with the scenic<br>piles of dolls plastic and pissy mattress<br>oh shit a survivor maybe he knows what happen</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=284352919/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2991300812/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">Rise Of An Empire by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46768742017-04-19T12:59:58-05:002017-12-12T16:33:39-06:00Break Down The Walls<p>28 degrees wind chill below zero<br>put on the cape its time to play hero<br>God the grind is so sterile<br>looking to freeze time like Hiro<br>realizing my life runs on batteries<br>the battery of my MP3 player<br>summoning demon slayers with clarity<br>Razor Fund angels staring me towards the sun<br>saving me from the flash flood<br>the battery of my phone<br>is anyone out there?<br>I know I’m not alone<br>call me to let me know<br>I still have a soul<br>cut me off at the knees<br>a walking prayer ain’t no pun<br>Jesus, someone had to loosen the clip on that gun<br>2001 the year I found God<br>my God help me break down the walls<br>to help me find my lost cause<br>it's detrimental to the sequential events<br>that spawn cause and effect<br>and the effect it has on the thoughts in my head<br>once left for dead<br>remember that time I asked for a sign?<br>and said if you deliver me a healthy baby<br>music doesn’t have to pay me<br>well the first seven years were a monster<br>but the last two<br>I’ve got got to reconnect with my daughter<br>but my music career still falters<br>coincidence?, maybe from the distances the cynics sit<br>relationships on kindred shit<br>looking for Sleeping Beauty but I’m Milicent<br>brain pumping militant an icy view<br>in to the ICU<br>shook to shit when I found<br>my brother was due<br>in the shooters class at NIU<br>God I see you<br>your soul ain’t see through<br>from the clouds you peek through<br>how do you do? Mr. me too<br>forcing me to bleed through<br>they say the deepest cuts teach you<br>forcing the heavens to keep you they need you<br>tattoos are martyr scars<br>look Mom I can ride my bike with no handlebars<br>maybe that’s why my legs don’t work<br>I know we always haven’t been on the best terms<br>but I want you to know<br>your persistence and measure<br>helped me make the best turn<br>thank you for helping me find forever<br>I hope you still got your dream catcher<br>break down the walls</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3783206089/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=289127319/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music">Lobotomy Music by Short Fuze &amp; Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46768732017-04-19T12:52:18-05:002019-11-07T18:08:20-06:00Notice The Unnoticed<p>Back where it all started<br>asleep and half hearted<br>half man half martyr<br>lookin’ to unmask the masked target<br>bumpin’ I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead<br>loud and obnoxious<br>quoting the Koran<br>for good grace of the prophets <br>cuz the devil ain’t no locksmith<br>find solace in parallel elevation<br>of public transportation<br>scopin’ inebriated faces<br>lookin’ at life as makeshift<br>sharing the same hustler nature<br>same lustful hatred<br>reaching for the hand of God<br>with a closed fist wrist broken<br>carrying the weight of the hopeless<br>even God notices the unnoticed<br>same line, same mind, same grind, same find<br>the grass is always greener<br>even for the dense<br>drawn from a dead end sketch<br>cuz they didn’t even know<br>when and where to make the catch<br> </p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3662266662/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=4165767833/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">After Years Of Television by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46768702017-04-19T12:47:47-05:002019-11-07T18:09:10-06:00American Graffiti<p>Breath radiation of Saturn<br>splatter actors faster than the teachings of the master<br>terrorists exist in all forms of attackers<br>from the White House to country side pastures<br>leavin’ Cube’s banter fractured<br>what does it matter?<br>all that matters is the matter that lives in the here after<br>bending over pastors for making children a prophets bastard<br>pillaged for monetary stature<br>becoming wannabe rappers like condoms that have been nutted in<br>true art on punishment<br>to put it in laymen<br>my statements are laced with hatred and anguish<br>crashin’ New York Jets like demented Joe Namaths<br>patience run thinner than diarrhea Steven King novels<br>hostile coke sniffers become president mouths limber<br>gambling freedom for nuclear winter<br>injure democratic communism as holographic Kennedy’s<br>snipers wish they could hit ‘em<br>the governments an immune system<br>rejecting the cure for the sickness<br>with crooked crucifixes<br>as the middle class and needy<br>become the sacrificial lamb for American graffiti<br> </p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2834956138/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2587086089/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">Rules Of Evolution by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46767432017-04-19T11:20:43-05:002017-12-12T16:35:59-06:00Master Peace<p>The history of the world has long been disputed<br>my existence was proven when I spawned micro organisms<br>and eventually the first human<br>reactions of dust and gasses<br>began a circular movement<br>for the universes improvement<br>for centuries scientists where clueless<br>on the origin of the solar system they lived in<br>numerical wisdom positioned them to believe<br>there was a mathematical equation<br>for the billions of galaxies created<br>not realizin’ I’m the scientific explanation<br>behind the big bang<br>nicknames Jesus, Jehovah, Jah, Allah<br>sometimes referred to as Buddha<br>maneuver through star cluster<br>as the cosmic ruler<br>99 sayings contained in my name<br>a reflection of you<br>the same as your physical frame<br>predominant psychologists tried to disprove my presence<br>in essence they manipulate thought traits<br>suggesting its deniable faiths were lost in<br>when you hear your thoughts talkin’<br>its me walkin’ through your subconscious<br>I am you, you are me<br>an extension of your belief<br>the very piece you need<br>to breathe and succeed<br>in the life you lead<br>indeed there’s war for your free will<br>when we fight temptations<br>and urges to kill<br>causing blood to spill<br>over things we instilled in ourselves<br>the sustainers of health, wealth and anything else<br>that allow creators to become devastators<br>morphing into sinful originators<br>take the knowledge I gave us<br>and use the word as elevators<br>to travel in your mental spaceship<br>to where the end of space is<br>and put a face with your denomination<br>ending all preoccupation of where your heart is<br>the one who guides you through hardship<br>as surroundings begin changing<br>I’m the one who you go the length with<br>patience is virtue of movin’ through Hell untainted<br>gaining the key to unlock the matrix<br>when you’re faced with challenges of anguish<br>hatred and misinterpretation<br>seek salvation through meditation<br>celebrate revelations of men<br>who’s intent was to have their life spent<br>sent with a message of divine intentions<br>and if you’re ever tested do not seek vengeance<br>use the lessons and script it<br>through the talent you were given<br>if they listen they will see I through the worded image<br>mission completed the word is seeded<br>deep within the minds of heathens<br>because there was a time<br>you didn’t believe in teachings<br>but you’ve utilized them wisely<br>remember this goes beyond me, I, we<br>in timely fashion actions speak louder than words<br>in turn be prepared to back the tongue you speak with<br>carefully choose who you lead with<br>and when needed seek me to find peace in<br>to each his own who’s condoned<br>the keeper of his soul<br>I exist deep within your bones<br>I shed light when we need hope<br>the teacher and master of all spiritual factions<br>inside all people of different races, creeds, ideas and passions<br>I’m everlasting and if you ever need to see a fragment<br>of my benevolent figure<br>stand in front of a mirror<br>to make the vision clearer<br>that you are the bearer of me, G-O-D</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3783206089/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1120226752/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music">Lobotomy Music by Short Fuze &amp; Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46767242017-04-19T11:01:07-05:002017-12-12T16:38:12-06:00Turn Off The Light<p>Good morning Jesus<br>today I’m not sure I’m breathin’<br>as another scar deepens<br>closer to the deep end<br>love begins to cheapen<br>every time I meet it<br>I feel cheated<br>indeed its the reason I’m screamin’<br>I am what I am<br>perhaps its my cynical attachment<br>to the planet<br>and my inability to understand it<br>unable to explain<br>I awake spiritless<br>reflection on the world mirrors this<br>cloakin’ suspicious appearances<br>in hollowed out bibles<br>cuz that’s where God will never find you<br>tellin’ my soul to find a new home<br>telepathically walkin’ the galaxy<br>to find out what my life means exactly<br>shadows movin’ past me<br>death metal saints breakin’ plates of yellow cake<br>tellin’ me it’ll mellow brains<br>sippin’ rose pedal rain<br>trippin’ on how cold metal tastes<br>still tryin’ to shake my attempted suicide<br>I can’t get it off my mind<br>one click away from my halo<br>love all colors of the rainbow<br>red sickles so the devil doesn’t get you<br>green clovers to stay sober<br>blue skies open up for the takeover<br>yellow cake to build you<br>remember God loves ugly<br>otherwise he would’ve killed you<br> </p>
<p>What should I do?<br>Wait for the uprise?<br>pop pills and waste in the sunrise?<br>war, famine, God, drugs<br>last one to die turn off his light</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3783206089/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=3371503008/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music">Lobotomy Music by Short Fuze &amp; Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46766912017-04-19T10:28:17-05:002017-12-12T16:40:02-06:00Bully Rappers<p>They say Karniege is ill<br>spittin’ arsenic pills<br>runnin’ through carcasses with carnivorous ills<br>that makes Short Fuze the bottom feeder<br>spittin’ the illest verse on track<br>since Nas ripped Ether<br>expect no response time<br>like when the God ripped Ether<br>knockin’ the meat rack off the meter<br>in Air Max sneakers<br>with uncommon color combination’s<br>that cause you seizure<br>like Ted Kennedy givin’ Travolta’s son<br>a drunken breather<br>cynical verses strike down Godless preachers<br>like rocket speakers<br>make sure the palms stay smoked<br>walkin’ a fine line like Beyonce coke<br>takin’ a blind side<br>like in the nine nine<br>when my minds shine<br>took a fine shine<br>to a nine’s confined sign<br>forcing me to hop a tauntaun<br>to find God with inside eyesight<br>that after a 100 years of rap<br>my minds grind will see my rhymes grime<br>as the aggressor on the time line<br>with insight that my designed plight<br>is set to burst the grammatical pipeline<br>with 20/20 hindsight I might<br>pen vernacular Godzilla<br>to incite fear<br>in wannabe killers and drug dealers<br>leavin’ em posers like Scarface action figures<br>as the Uncommon pillar<br>movin’ past y'all<br>any doubt I rap raw<br>ask God I start penning this curse<br>on the back of a fuckin’ tax form</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3783206089/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=86087668/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lobotomy-music">Lobotomy Music by Short Fuze &amp; Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46766812017-04-19T10:11:36-05:002022-04-28T10:58:28-05:00Beautiful Anger<p>Hello beautiful stranger<br>would you like a touch of my beautiful anger?<br>and wait for the world to us under?<br>talk to me maybe we can save each other </p>
<p>Excuse me sir<br>do you have a feeling I can borrow?<br>please rid me of my sorrow<br>take a look at the confusion inside my cup<br>and realize I’m a little out of touch<br>I’m 30 or 31<br>and for ten years<br>I’ve chased a rap star and love<br>can you tell me which one is more fucked?<br>want to hear something bugged?<br>three years ago I found out I had a daughter<br>don’t get me wrong I love her to death<br>and I would give my very last breath<br>to make sure she knows nothing but success<br>there are sleepless nights<br>when I’m worried about doing something<br>to fuck up her life<br>from where you stand you could never tell<br>no one was there to teach me how to be a man<br>or a father for that matter<br>never been one to look at the math after<br>until mistakes I’ve made come into factor<br>it all changes in the blink of an eye<br>when you get that sinking feeling inside<br>when you have no one to go to<br>to coach you and mold you<br>in retrospect selling drugs<br>didn’t make me feel too mannish<br>pitchin’ on the block like Greg Maddux<br>to party kids and addicts<br>cash stackin’ semi automatics and macs<br>in the back of four runners and Cadillacs<br>then expect God to look past my soul<br>like I had cataracts<br>took the mic as my battle axe<br>when friends started to catch death<br>from bullets and overdoses<br>not to sound precocious<br>but I didn’t know what the definition<br>of what a ghost is<br>till I caught the feeling of hopeless<br>cuz even the Devil notices the unnoticed<br>and when the answers are unfolded<br>and you’re forced to pick up your focus<br>and hold it with an heir of invincibility<br>until you relearn the meaning of humility<br>when you’re told by someone you love<br>your dream is a silly means to an end<br>that came too early<br>and you wonder why<br>I put my hand out<br>and wait for the world to burn me</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3783206089/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1405826074/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46766392017-04-19T10:02:05-05:002021-04-16T01:38:27-05:00When Lightning Strikes<p>Speak with dominant hammers<br>as a kid surrounded by guns<br>drugs and recognizable cancers<br>so I searched for definable answers<br>within West Side country grammar<br>world broken down in multiple fractures<br>16 bars, Sistine art, pristine knots<br>mislead God’s which breeds odds<br>self lord and master<br>welcome to life after<br>the bastard word crafter<br>bumpin’ ghetto blasters<br>echoing His Majesty’s Laughter<br>basking in alpha matter<br>emerging from the womb with 30 tattoos<br>no stab wounds or clap wounds<br>all this gun talk and no Papoose?<br>that’s like a black dude growing Hitler’s mustache<br>packin’ gun racks<br>screamin’ I love crack<br>reality bites mics<br>when my lightning strikes twice<br> </p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3662266662/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2469233456/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">After Years Of Television by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46766022017-04-19T09:41:57-05:002019-11-07T18:32:01-06:00Transformation<p>Blood and tears the familiar libation<br>Gemini’s twin sky pacin’ bloodlines sacred<br>half jazz musician, quarter addict and beautician<br>walkin’ with the skewed vision of the people<br>in case you missed it<br>you asked for my past<br>well I’m that fragmented piece of glass<br>screamin’ when oppression shattered my American dream<br>it’s not hopeless til the masses take notice<br>and the country bestows it<br>imagine me unfocused<br>a place you don’t want to be<br>like a child abductor claiming to be your ex lover mother fucker<br>puncture the skull structure of Usher Raymond<br>with angered patrons who like gats and spiked bats<br>painted a picture so perverse<br>Chili named it after the hand of God engraved it<br>terrorists laughing in the face immigration<br>taking retribution for Iraqi oil spilled faces<br>now my thoughts have no factual basis<br>cuz my brain is complacent<br>in the playstation generation<br>take heed to my social commentary declaration<br> </p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=284352919/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=131833652/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">Rise Of An Empire by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46765632017-04-19T09:29:25-05:002017-04-19T10:12:29-05:00Apache Cyborg (Remix)<p>All hail the Apache Cyborg<br>a lonesome eyesore<br>disguised as Vice Lord<br>to remove the mask of valor<br>following the eternal pattern<br>where the lives of the grander<br>reflect self lord and master<br>encased in beautiful disaster<br>revel in the cancer<br>answers swept under the wicked<br>in favor of sickness<br>categorized with uplifted<br>as God’s worded image<br>because they didn’t know the difference<br>between the two visions<br>a kin to pigeons<br>as survival of the fittest<br>soaking in the frigid<br>as a passenger in Hell’s kitchen<br>cleansing revenge off cold dishes<br>I sit as Sid Vicious<br>sippin’ the blood off an Oculus Fang<br>as documented strange<br><br><strong>From Scarlet Fever Digital 12"</strong></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46765612017-04-19T09:19:33-05:002019-11-07T18:32:52-06:00Chi Mil Triangle<p>Cannibalism exists within my metabolism<br>fanatical wisdom is encrypted in a radical system of inscriptions<br>to imprison what I’m livin’<br>I bear witness, givin’ you the naked truth<br>the government killed wives of Black Panthers like Ray Caruth<br>entertainment proves savin’ beseeched me<br>each second I become an endangered species<br>demons visit me in dream scenes<br>indeed there’s an increased need for peace<br>released into space I face my thoughts jarred<br>after I sparred with astrological czars<br>composing Allah akbars on Tabernacle shards somewhere between Earth and Mars<br>God’s son surrounded by 93 billion wannabe stars<br>shrouded in mystery, I consume the moon swallowin’ American History X<br>pretense to lobotomy<br>obviously my logic is lost in basslines and mosh pits<br>young minds embezzled I wrestled with dirty money<br>movin’ for currency so I spear mints<br>listeners don’t hear shit begin defecation<br>becoming the illest thing walkin’ the street<br>since the first AIDS patient classified by the World Health Organization<br> </p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2834956138/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2256533284/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">Rules Of Evolution by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46755742017-04-18T15:37:23-05:002019-11-07T18:33:54-06:00Rise<p>Dance on the rings of Saturn<br>with the son of the master<br>manufacture cadavers and 88 tusk hammers<br>to shatter the mask<br>reflected in the ceiling of glass<br>bask in my ominous past<br>sippin’ the blood of man out of autonomous flask<br>walkin’ a prosperous path with fraudulent math<br>flash an oculus mass<br>crash a paranoia agent construct<br>conduct Zeus’s electricity<br>through ethnicity showing multiplicity<br>drowning oppression crowned in liberty<br>synergy passed on through struggle of song<br>and lovingly psalms<br>carry the muscle of God in palm<br>guiding the lost in anonymous cause<br>until we’re freed and gone<br>from devilish jaws hold the applause<br>in the name of Allah and Mary Magdalen’s son<br>the battle has begun within the shadows of the sun<br>until we stand as one<br> </p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3662266662/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1834413450/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">After Years Of Television by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46755662017-04-18T15:32:46-05:002019-11-07T18:34:54-06:00Life Blood<p>The Devil enters my soul<br>my breath becomes cold mid winter<br>with a sudden inclination to injure<br>overwhelmed with visions to hit her<br>the first blows delivered<br>insert evidence between psychosomatic elements the precedent <br>for what Kane and Abel told<br>strengthen the hold, mangle her throat<br>gouge her eye sockets<br>runnin’ out of breath reachin’ where I God is<br>my God it’s six hundred sixty six seconds beyond logic<br>my rage becomes toxic<br>to the point,I step outside my body to watch it<br>with no concept I’m monstrous<br>down the road, I’ll be a secret amongst the prophets<br>bludgeon her chest, feel her ribs knockin’<br>talkin’ with hatred and love<br>tasting her blood, raising her stumps<br>sky ward, onward christian soldier<br>fold her in half, enclose her in sacks<br>and relish the fact<br>I’ve sent mankind on a murderous path<br>you do the math<br> </p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3662266662/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=2301396657/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">After Years Of Television by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46755632017-04-18T15:25:14-05:002019-11-07T18:35:52-06:00Relics Of The Boombap<p>Brown boy, brown boy, turn that shit down<br>relics of the boombap, the superlative sound<br>relatives and friends buried underground<br>public enemy of the state said date, ‘88<br>pre adolescent kids diggin’ through the crates<br>lookin’ for an escape to fight the power<br>cower in the presence of cowards<br>who siphon the powder through the nostril<br>hostile rap groups blamed the neighborhoods desecration<br>responsible for another elevation<br>anticipation of riding the El<br>entangled in protection of Guardian Angels<br>from crooked cops who want to detain you<br>lookin’ for answers to a case that went stand still<br>calling you a cancer descendants of Black Panthers<br>CVL’s and the Stone solid/<br>at seven not wanting college<br>because I had an education<br>of Rakim’s and Chuck D’s knowledge<br> </p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3662266662/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=712787935/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">After Years Of Television by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/46755532017-04-18T15:08:51-05:002017-12-12T16:44:46-06:00In Your Hands Now<p>GRANT PARK 2008,<br>100 GRAND ON HAND HOLDIN’ HANDS AS <br>HOPE SPRINGS ETERNALLY ACROSS THE LAND<br>FOR WHICH IT STANDS<br>CHANGE WAS AROUND THE CORNER<br>PUTTING TO REST THE GHOSTS OF CABRINI AND THE HORNERS<br>PROJECT MOURNERS TURNED POLITICAL SUPPORTERS<br>FINALLY PROGRESS WAS MOVING FORWARD<br>THEN CAME THE SCREAMS TO CLOSE THE BORDERS<br>AS A DOSE OF REALITY TURNED INTO A MALICE SCENE<br>TOPPLING THE BALANCE BEAM<br>EXPOSING THE FACE OF INTER RACIAL HATE<br>UNEMPLOYMENT RATES, NEW MILLENNIUM DEPRESSION AND RECESSION<br>LEFT PEOPLE DISCONNECTED FROM THE FREEDOMS THEY INVENTED<br>INCREASING THE TENSION FOR A SCAPEGOAT ELEMENT<br>WHO BETTER THAN A BLACK PRESIDENT?<br>SETTING THE PRECEDENT FOR FAILURE IN OUR PSYCHE<br>ALONG WITH OIL PIPE DREAMS<br>SO AMERICA I ASK NOW<br>THE BALL’S IN YOUR HANDS NOW<br>HOW WILL YOU ALLOW THIS GENERATION TO PASS DOWN?</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=142334162/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1530052477/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/toxicology-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/toxicology-music">Toxicology Music by Short Fuze &amp; Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/45427502017-01-09T12:12:45-06:002020-11-19T12:31:24-06:00Monumental State Of Mind<p>This is an open letter to Hilary<br>Senator McCain and Obama<br>I don’t care where in the world is Osama<br>the scapegoat of a monster<br>who Mr. Bush had us believe<br>if he were in prison terrorism wouldn’t exist<br>ignorance is bliss myth of fingerprints<br>here’s the list of things that need to be to co exist<br>bring the troops home from Iraq<br>give us the peace sign back<br>I know it was about saving face but this goes beyond that<br>you gotta dead the Patriot Act<br>it mad Arabs the new black<br>Islamic racism made me choose<br>between patriotism and my belief system<br>I’m rolling with God to the finish<br>women got the right to choose don’t close the clinics<br>then you gotta silence the cynics on this immigration sickness<br>all we want is our piece of the pie and our vision of mastery<br>whether it’s McDonald’s, in the fields, or factories, give us amnesty<br>God Bless America, home of the brave, soul of the slave<br>land of democracy and lack of oil<br>to the victor go the spoils<br> </p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3662266662/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=3858480798/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">After Years Of Television by W.A.S.T.E.L.A.N.D.S.</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/45427082017-01-09T11:32:23-06:002020-11-19T12:33:30-06:00Sun Crusher<p>My mind is a heavy fist<br>dealing with the pressure<br>waiting for the levy splits<br>fighting and shooting for the glory of men<br>wanting to bang Gloria Valez to Big Pimpin’<br>instead I was getting love fixes<br>from hoodrat chickens to Can I Kick It?<br>pitchin’ ducking thse cops guilty image<br>my sky had its limit<br>a ceiling with a glassy finish<br>right where God didn’t stop to listen<br>heaven was a gimmick and hell was my existence<br>imprinting the game on weight benches<br>writing the first line to my wake sentence<br>I practically raped penance to be an MC<br>then came the dirty deed,100 grand for 16 bars<br>like it was Ether time<br>and I’m wrong for being the one with a cleaner mind?</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=142334162/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1285966578/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/toxicology-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/toxicology-music">Toxicology Music by Short Fuze &amp; Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/44133972016-10-10T22:11:28-05:002020-11-19T12:36:20-06:00Addicted To The Horn<p>4 years under the radar<br>reborn in the graveyard<br>back from the dead with blazed bars<br>watched from a distance, amassing a hit list<br>bloggers play God, get called out<br>bang hard just to get a rep Gangstarr<br>turn around blame the same God's they held in such high esteem<br>walk the same conscience stream as me<br>then talk about the world crumbling beneath your feet<br>Bboy ill joyful kill spit devoid pills<br>one last high off the paranoid thrill <br>poison pen, boys to men living sinful <br>semi autos and pistols<br>weed smoke blowing out the window<br>taking in lessons from gin soaked kin folk<br>watching them turn to zombies<br>as their veins kissed dope<br>strength is a thin rope either fight or get ghost<br><br>Spent years pouring my life into these pages<br>chasing the ghosts of greatness<br>winds of change shape shift complacent<br>struggled to fight the demons I was faced with tainted<br>disappeared for a year to pen my magnum opus<br>instead lost focus<br>crushed by the weight of the hopeless<br>hopin' the love of my life took notice<br>choking on the mask I was cloaked in<br>emotion postponed inner growth of the showman<br>loaded weapons brought to the pulpit<br>speak corrosion going through the motions<br>at most It's the pressure of life encoded<br>ripping family pictures and smoked it<br>miss holding my daughter I'm folded in self loathing<br>mistakes I'm froze in<br>looking to God posted holding<br>got it sewn in, close it</p>
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<p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1033915609/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=406098545/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;">Autonomy Music by Short Fuze & Uncommon Nasa</iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/44133642016-10-10T21:56:39-05:002017-12-12T16:53:17-06:00Self Distortion<p>Self distortion headless horsemen<br>been a solitude fortress since Gorgeous<br>leaving Angels chord less<br>bearing torches<br>of course it's come down to me and God<br>and how much I've missed you<br>father you should've known I've got commitment issues<br>love my women broke with issues<br>groping pistols<br>ripping bone and tissue<br>up against a broken system<br>hell is a ferocious prison<br>filled with explosive miscues<br>designed to clip you<br>didn't mean to diss you<br>been dealing with my own misguided issues<br>dodging bullets aimed to hit you<br>me and death been finding ways to split you<br>but the heavens told me to reenlist you<br>cutting my soul down to the meaty gristle<br>came to NY speaking missiles<br>finding words that fit you<br>I'm sorry if I took your hand and bit you<br>I'm still with you<br>look in the mirror<br>afraid to kiss you</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1033915609/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1560843463/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/autonomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/autonomy-music">Autonomy Music by Short Fuze &amp; Uncommon Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/44133622016-10-10T21:48:11-05:002017-12-12T17:07:58-06:00Ghosts Over Your Shoulder<p>Bullet riddled riddles<br>waiting to meet death in the middle<br>traveling roads to no answers<br>no cure for cancer<br>6am time to be a slave to the masters<br>high blood pressure<br>short of breath<br>slowly dying from the stress<br>I could care less<br>pumped full of drinks and cigarettes<br>hoping my brain disconnects<br>when there's nothing left<br>hold for exposure<br>ghosts over my shoulder<br>ghost in the shell<br>frozen in hell<br>I'm 32 it hurts to move<br>pop these pills<br>lay still<br>God's coming for the kill<br>watch the world burn<br>for the thrill that's ill</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=3068479434/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=3315205533/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/halfway" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/halfway">Halfway by Uncommon Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/44079902016-10-06T21:30:46-05:002017-12-12T16:55:29-06:00Time And Space<p>Shut my eyes and pace the dark alone<br>hold hands with my soul and float into the unknown<br>the lights so bright I reflect incite<br>invite the pinnacle to receive answers from God<br>but is the love reciprocal?<br>cynical creation brought forth to finish you<br>human ingenuity foolishly expects gain<br>after that pain<br>disdain or ordain?<br>angel harps strain songs of forgiveness<br>even if sin is sickness<br>peaches pitted against apple core folklore<br>open up Adams to fathom the connection to the eve of destruction<br>bludgeoned the hearts of men<br>on a partisan basis<br>over time and faces<br>speak an elevated language<br>placed in calendars parameters<br>using the circumference of circumstance<br>to measure heavens diameter<br>broken back Atlas<br>words of wisdom cleanse the pallet<br>the challenge balance faith with religion<br>burst the scientific system </p>
<p>Breath stop watch<br>where will you be when opportunity knocks<br>reaching for the teachings of God<br>when the hand that feeds is bitten off<br> <br>I wish this feeling would last forever<br>sever ties with reality<br>to converse with the galaxy<br>to believe what God asks of me<br>end my life now to see what comes after me<br>is suicide blasphemy?<br>or a shortcut to heavens gate?<br>the question marks yanked<br>disguise my lies between time and space<br>step to the creator<br>he hides his face<br>my mind draws a blank<br>a few more lines to finish the picture<br>enlightenment hung on a unreachable fixture scripture<br>spinner of my own web<br>imprisoned in my own flesh<br>slide the cannibal ox across the cold vein<br>thoughts travel to different domains<br>blow angst on the drugs of Coltrane<br>where hope reigns,<br>show pain<br>soul stays<br>hope fades<br>show faith<br>finding peace at a mindless pace<br>between time and space</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1033915609/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=664520201/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/autonomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/autonomy-music">Autonomy Music by Short Fuze &amp; Uncommon Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/44079882016-10-06T21:15:32-05:002021-09-09T14:47:43-05:00The Darkest Place I've Ever Been<p>Where does it begin?<br>when does it end?<br>ever wonder how your dream tastes?<br>looking to death as a release date<br>no choice but to take it name by name<br>face by face and day by day<br>my tattoos are martyr scars<br>some look at my deficiencies as modern art<br>mind and soul ripped apart<br>pain hit the mark<br>searching for a quick way out<br>prepping for the final bout<br>wondering if my life is worth any amount<br>gun to the mouth<br>broken hearted in the darkness<br>joining the friendships of the dearly departed<br>from the depths of a closet<br>overcoming the logic<br>that I took God’s name and mocked it<br>inside my minds mosh pit<br>death grip locked in<br>time clocked sin<br>I blocked him<br>opting to lay with his angels<br>blood of the slain as my halo<br>looking at my life from a blurred angle<br>tears run down my face<br>wondering if I’m coward enough to leave this place<br>at such a violent pace<br>the Devils smiling face fills me with hate<br>taking control of a battered soul<br>follow the money down the rabbit hole<br>then tell me how you feel when you get there<br>disconnected guided to feel to fear<br>see my next vision real clear<br>load the clip<br>cock the hammer<br>only to find the answer was within<br>the darkest place I’ve ever been</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1033915609/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=3693603553/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/autonomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/autonomy-music">Autonomy Music by Short Fuze &amp; Uncommon Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/44079842016-10-06T20:54:20-05:002017-12-12T17:00:13-06:00Beggars Buffet <p>Today I awoke stretched and strained<br>a touch more insane<br>paranoid like who's to blame?<br>this is the day people's lives change<br>grab a tray and sit back at the beggars buffet<br>listen to what these thoughts contain<br>served on plates<br>carved from pain<br>seasoned by depression<br>doesn't it taste like you expected?<br>selected from the finest<br>spiteful delightful psycho writings I recite through the mic with<br>suffering nothing like it<br>happiness struggling to find it<br>whoever bares this likeness<br>help battle my identity crisis<br>generated excitement through gang handshakes<br>but died in private<br>like these are the people I'm supposed to survive with?<br>cried in silence<br>remembering the nights when I'd vomit violently<br>after catching ex fiancées cheating awkwardly<br>looking for a higher power to somber me<br>and still more rage<br>was all they had to offer me<br> <br>Sin learn binge purge<br>get burned in turn<br>I question why my minds gone away today<br><br>As the earth kept spinning<br>the circumference of my world became more rigid<br>karma became contingent<br>raw thoughts became cryptic<br>allowing me to excuse what being a kid is<br>the first time I got made fun of for the way I walk<br>broke the law<br>hit a bong<br>got into a brawl<br>saw a body outlined in chalk<br>went to a funeral and felt loss<br>the first time fuck God came from my jaw<br>and I became lost<br>realizing I needed to make peace<br>using writing as a release<br>making my life what is or isn't<br>the first time I figured out love wasn't wicked<br>held hands with a girl <br>and started kissing in the park<br>the first time my dick got hard<br>virginity gone in the dark<br>the first time we grew apart<br>leaving me emotionally scarred<br> <br>All these realities contributed to my individuality<br>I began to speak candidly about the world misunderstanding me<br>don't let the fat of the land engorge you<br>it's our differences that allow people to explore you<br>getting torched is a no brainer<br>the first time I took anger into a battle and ripped an MC<br>fate tempted me to take a dead mans energy<br>and put it into what I write<br>allowing him to finish living his life<br>the first time me and Augury learned hip hop was our passion<br>cultivating that talent into a record<br>feeling the pressure<br>we learned it was a difficult task<br>testing our love for rap<br>Denku came to the studio<br>and recorded America the beautiful<br>the first time I felt confidence in myself<br>Seasons Change hit the shelf <br>Rules Off Evolution hit the brain <br>we hit the stage<br>people screaming Wastelands<br>the first time I felt like a man<br>the second time I put a ring on my girls hand<br>our love meant something again<br>pledged we'd be together forever<br>the second time she severed our ties<br>the first time I looked into Destiny's eyes<br>and got reminded why I'll survive<br>this is the first time I feel alive</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1033915609/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=4019395206/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/autonomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/autonomy-music">Autonomy Music by Short Fuze &amp; Uncommon Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/44079692016-10-06T20:35:44-05:002017-12-12T17:01:54-06:00Perfect Health<p>Mind is a subconscious riot<br>soulless a kamikaze pilot<br>came up spitting underneath my eyelids<br>learned real quick what pick a side is<br>seen with hatred<br>Folks or People Nation<br>greed with graces<br>'86 came and went<br>a wreckless kid<br>6th grade viewed bitch made<br>for the way that I walk<br>switch blade killed all the talk<br>16 bricks built the wall<br>willed the law to represent it<br>descendant of jazz musicians and graffiti writers<br>fuck rap briefly seen working as mister weed merchant<br>emerging from white lines as I write rhymes<br>kept a clean burner<br>questioned my G merger<br>when I came close to see murder<br>police raids and schemes raised<br>hollowed out baseball bats <br>to hide the stash<br>notebooks to hide the raps<br>getting money where my mind was at</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1033915609/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=4236423357/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/autonomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/autonomy-music">Autonomy Music by Short Fuze &amp; Uncommon Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/44079492016-10-06T20:24:05-05:002017-12-12T17:03:35-06:00EPMD<p>Hooray for the clueless<br>throw your guns up and do something foolish<br>bullet casings to show you where the doom is<br>not enough bodies on my movement<br>commissioned NY to do this<br>my city didn't think I could prove it<br>Psychodrama on my side<br>a young buck viewed as a nuisance<br>tighten up the nooses<br>choking out the loose ends<br>fame is diluted<br>mechanical stale mate<br>beef with label mates<br>sucker MC's eating off my dinner plate<br>conversation for sinners sake<br>let me reiterate<br>I will obliterate, incinerate, any physical matter state<br>Baserker Fury heavens gate<br>watch the razor blades slash your face<br>violence I've seen replenished death<br>where I'm from you gotta know your lit<br>or feel the burn inside your chest<br>rest from the loop I was stuck in<br>Nasa percussion carries the weight of the universe<br>each word, a mass of andromeda<br>barrel heads rocking with Uncommoners<br>don't make records to profit up<br>mother fuck the populus<br>I'm here to reassert my dominance<br>and resurrect like Common Sense</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1033915609/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=1340141338/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/autonomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/autonomy-music">Autonomy Music by Short Fuze &amp; Uncommon Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuzetag:shortfuzeraps.com,2005:Post/44078852016-10-06T20:15:15-05:002017-12-12T17:05:21-06:00Chaos<p>Harbor Angels who sing songs of chaos<br>flashback to Jordan in the playoffs<br>waiting for the payoff<br>oz's in paint cans<br>waring with men who trade grams<br>opposite the blade hand<br>knowledge is to polish this Uncommon metropolis<br>inside the mind of an ominous optimist<br>guns and politics<br>moving into autumn bliss<br>hard and argues<br>defining who the target is<br>building where the market is<br>looking for the martyr kiss<br>hoping God will pardon this<br>souls to barter with<br>the measurement for my myth of fingerprint sickness<br>this is the point where the verses<br>take a turn for the worsest<br>all because some Pychodrama<br>taught me to live 9mm above your surface<br>I dear you, try to burn this</p>
<hr><p><iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=1033915609/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/artwork=small/track=844730499/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/autonomy-music" href="http://uncommonrecords.bandcamp.com/album/autonomy-music">Autonomy Music by Short Fuze &amp; Uncommon Nasa</a></iframe></p>Short Fuze