Me And My Demons 

Lamon said write a kama sutra 
of pizza eating positions 
back went out again, vicious 
got nothing to go on but intuition 
outliving God so I have the last sentence 
fuck a last word, pen burns hallucinogenic 
words so prophetic, after it’s over 
me and the heavens became telekinetic 
forever indebted to my indexes 
visions of my grandmother injecting medicine 
screaming protect your melanin 
jail cellin’ it, spiritual celibate 
death bed ridden sin 
loving the pain my soul was written in 
bathing in tears my heart is sitting in 
expressing my rage through rekindled pens until my end 
transcend doldrums pumped in brain stems 
falling in love with my shot gun limp 
from the land of marks and pimps 
selling my story with a sharkish grin 

Just me and my demons (yeah) 
Get on down, get on down 
Just me and my demons (yeah) 
Get on down, get on down 
Just me and my demons (yeah) 
Get on down, get on down 
Just me and my demons (yeah)

Multi syllabic christenings 
school of Raebonics for the win 
spitting blood against the wind 
searching for the fire within 
Autonomy Music spins within A Trains 
into Manhattan, Fantastic Damage 
padded for the pain junkies and addicts 
hiding from sunlight, crying in the mattress 
Air Maxes, fire and matches 
matches the desire to pull ourselves higher 
black and brown sires ripped from their thrones 
souls spun through the globe 
as their identity is bled from their throats 
guns in the overcoat 
collecting souls for the ghosts 
starting wars from the money post 
PTSD from the concrete rose, 
I arose to new heights, fight or flight 
back packing with my demons 
in the dead of night, out of sight 
living this life, living this life


Scope Of The Guillotine 

I only rocked Blackhawk jerseys for the trash talk 
brash walk, machetes and hack saws 
I never gave a fuck about Stanley Cups 
duck bullets that blew death kisses 
breath hinges on hisses, then misses 
shape shiftin’, change pitches 
blades kill some 
while others inhale gun smoke 
in Deadpool’s like Wade Wilson 
Guillotine got its seeds 
from Company Flow & EPMD 
we are the lineage others pretend to be 
blood on the crown with the head 
as the center piece 
bars bang like a dusted car chase 
when Angel took a chainsaw 
to the head in Scarface 
linguistics are gangster scientific 
end your career in a New York minute 
going for the finish 
to be amongst the greatest ever listed 
from Chitown to SINY 
in the end I leave your neck severed 
screaming Wu Tang Forever 
injected with the blood of legends


They Can't Kill Us All  

I’m just pieces of a broken man 
from a broken system and broken land 
smoking aces, fired from a potent hand 
quoted love songs from an open land 
fighting what this world has come to 
lightning striking quick because fate 
it wants to love you from its bubble 
saving me from drowning and going under 
frozen winters turned to focused summers 
hopeless visions cloaked in hope is 
peeling back emotions through hosted muses 
smelling roses, my mind is lighting fuses igniting fighting music 
auto pilot driving lucid to my life’s conclusion 
thankful for feeling movement 
forgiving God for being mostly ruthless 
besides my daughter and a few others 
it’s mostly putrid 
stolen moments laying in my death bed fearless 
with the reaper as my kindred spirit 
no matter what stand tall 
because they can’t kill us all


Horseman Armor 

I wear my scars as armor 
a product of bars and smoke parlors 
tattoos reflect sin of a martyr 
daily me and god bartered 
on whether or not 
I should fold or walk harder 
born under Carter, my era was made famous 
by the pain Reagan painted 
feeling shamed and caged in 
the streets were a haven 
moving through slums searching for crumbs 
a genetic dump my limp said 
I was too young to walk with shotgun pumps 
Mexican born, I held a crown of thorns 
feeling the scorn of not speaking Spanish 
I gravitated to hip hop and black kids 
they understood and made my pain vanish 
being included in the movement 
made me feel super human 
it gave me protection from having my weakness dissected 
words I projected became representation 
for the anger and anguish 
felt by my neighborhood nation 
wishing I could save them all 
with peace and salvation


Bare Hands 

Moving through conspiracies and ultra violence 
dampen culture and science 
the vultures are non compliant 
human rights became defiant 
love, labor screams inside the echo chamber 
boiling over with anger, what’s the angle? 
anti mask, anti black, anti vaccine 
more blood streams flood the streets 
no justice, no peace, no compassion 
tear gas quells the action, no reaction 
attacked with lies and fake news 
life and freedom, this is take two 
history will know where to place you 
make peace with the Gods you pray to 
time will erase you 
I’m from where the just and fair stands 
I will forever destroy your hate with my bare hands


Now They Know It 

Sit back, watch the paranoia overtake 
can’t shake these god damn shakes 
bitten by the snakes 
feel the venom raise the stakes 
skate around the stench of death 
clutching my last breath 
is this my end? 
friends stab me in the back 
they didn’t think my soul would stand 
lost women who claimed to be a catch 
afraid to react when my heart attacked 
expect me to pick you up 
when your emotions crashed 
a hopeless mass, broken stash, open cash 
I hope it lasts, frozen raps 
rolling with homies that know the truth 
killing rappers in the vocal booth 
speaking in coded roots 
Guillotine heads rolling through 
watch me bestow it 
I know it, but now they know I know it


Patient King 

Woke up to a new era 
welcome to the terror dome 
where nuclear winter burn slow 
give up your dough 
and everything you own 
here's a toast for gambling with your soul 
politics play out over newscast and television shows 
bagging up hatred and selling it as dope 
trading melanin for hope 
choking on elements of rope 
hold my smoke 
while I calibrate this scope 
center rage 
better aim 
enter fame 
letters played for the revolution 
nothing's conclusive 
protect one another 
they got the guns 
we got the numbers 
looks like we're in for another hot summer


Tape Deck 

Soldier of rap culture 
hills to die on 
kill these slang vultures 
bullet holes and lipstick 
arraign my framed poster 
tight around loose lips 
fuck a flag 
my moods gripped by quarantined vibes 
serpentine wind through the minds grind 
as the lines dry like the blood of my pen died 
speak to dominant dreamers 
Mexican brown reefer 
as my new leader, Infinity stone seizure 
cinematic vision as my dome pleaser 
Guillotine is so ether 
your souls can’t reach us 
like leper’s who need Jesus 
let my name reign for all seasons


Hills 

Push the envelope 
swing the pendulum 
pens coated in adamantium 
weapon x survivor 
making my walk through hell fire 
all the more liver 
got god reclined in the clutch of Scott Steiner 
Guillotine Scream Phoenix 
my cannibal ox fiendish through all season’s 
sick of blood in the streets, it ain’t scenic 
shatter the glass ceiling, pick up the pieces 
slash the throats of my demons 
as a beacon of hope, slow to a slow coast 
admire the pictures I painted over the years 
facing my ears, fighting back tears 
siphoning fears into gasoline speeches 
to rattle these leeches 
kill your masters and embody new leaders 
watch their words burn into the ether 
mess with my family, you’re greeted with 
red dots, heat seekers and cleavers 
pumped with holes until your body seizures 
meet earth, buried in my hills to die on 
Ghostface killing it, face covered in nylon


The Product 

Ignorance makes me want to leave Twitter 
shutdown the whole system 
and let the rhythm hit ‘em 
surrounded by absurd turns 
the world burns in the viral surge 
some white kid threads the needle 
with N words claiming that he’s equal 
connections with people is illusion 
cruising the echo chamber for bangers 
dodging anger from wannabe stars 
falling in love with avatars 
experience marred from false hope 
cerebral dope, non matching GOATS 
and cut throat facts, sit back, 
to watch people react 
to hot trash takes from newscasts 
like the world is full of iconoclasts 
bask in my lineage of underground rap 
digital dap and thirst traps 
grab the burner 
Guillotines crashed the server 
shoutout to Dart Adams and Hex Murda