Back where it all started
asleep and half hearted
half man half martyr
lookin’ to unmask the masked target
bumpin’ I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead
loud and obnoxious
quoting the Koran
for good grace of the prophets 
cuz the devil ain’t no locksmith
find solace in parallel elevation
of public transportation
scopin’ inebriated faces
lookin’ at life as makeshift
sharing the same hustler nature
same lustful hatred
reaching for the hand of God
with a closed fist wrist broken
carrying the weight of the hopeless
even God notices the unnoticed
same line, same mind, same grind, same find
the grass is always greener
even for the dense
drawn from a dead end sketch
cuz they didn’t even know
when and where to make the catch
 

Breath radiation of Saturn
splatter actors faster than the teachings of the master
terrorists exist in all forms of attackers
from the White House to country side pastures
leavin’ Cube’s banter fractured
what does it matter?
all that matters is the matter that lives in the here after
bending over pastors for making children a prophets bastard
pillaged for monetary stature
becoming wannabe rappers like condoms that have been nutted in
true art on punishment
to put it in laymen
my statements are laced with hatred and anguish
crashin’ New York Jets like demented Joe Namaths
patience run thinner than diarrhea Steven King novels
hostile coke sniffers become president mouths limber
gambling freedom for nuclear winter
injure democratic communism as holographic Kennedy’s
snipers wish they could hit ‘em
the governments an immune system
rejecting the cure for the sickness
with crooked crucifixes
as the middle class and needy
become the sacrificial lamb for American graffiti
 

The history of the world has long been disputed
my existence was proven when I spawned micro organisms
and eventually the first human
reactions of dust and gasses
began a circular movement
for the universes improvement
for centuries scientists where clueless
on the origin of the solar system they lived in
numerical wisdom positioned them to believe
there was a mathematical equation
for the billions of galaxies created
not realizin’ I’m the scientific explanation
behind the big bang
nicknames Jesus, Jehovah, Jah, Allah
sometimes referred to as Buddha
maneuver through star cluster
as the cosmic ruler
99 sayings contained in my name
a reflection of you
the same as your physical frame
predominant psychologists tried to disprove my presence
in essence they manipulate thought traits
suggesting its deniable faiths were lost in
when you hear your thoughts talkin’
its me walkin’ through your subconscious
I am you, you are me
an extension of your belief
the very piece you need
to breathe and succeed
in the life you lead
indeed there’s war for your free will
when we fight temptations
and urges to kill
causing blood to spill
over things we instilled in ourselves
the sustainers of health, wealth and anything else
that allow creators to become devastators
morphing into sinful originators
take the knowledge I gave us
and use the word as elevators
to travel in your mental spaceship
to where the end of space is
and put a face with your denomination
ending all preoccupation of where your heart is
the one who guides you through hardship
as surroundings begin changing
I’m the one who you go the length with
patience is virtue of movin’ through Hell untainted
gaining the key to unlock the matrix
when you’re faced with challenges of anguish
hatred and misinterpretation
seek salvation through meditation
celebrate revelations of men
who’s intent was to have their life spent
sent with a message of divine intentions
and if you’re ever tested do not seek vengeance
use the lessons and script it
through the talent you were given
if they listen they will see I through the worded image
mission completed the word is seeded
deep within the minds of heathens
because there was a time
you didn’t believe in teachings
but you’ve utilized them wisely
remember this goes beyond me, I, we
in timely fashion actions speak louder than words
in turn be prepared to back the tongue you speak with
carefully choose who you lead with
and when needed seek me to find peace in
to each his own who’s condoned
the keeper of his soul
I exist deep within your bones
I shed light when we need hope
the teacher and master of all spiritual factions
inside all people of different races, creeds, ideas and passions
I’m everlasting and if you ever need to see a fragment
of my benevolent figure
stand in front of a mirror
to make the vision clearer
that you are the bearer of me, G-O-D

Good morning Jesus
today I’m not sure I’m breathin’
as another scar deepens
closer to the deep end
love begins to cheapen
every time I meet it
I feel cheated
indeed its the reason I’m screamin’
I am what I am
perhaps its my cynical attachment
to the planet
and my inability to understand it
unable to explain
I awake spiritless
reflection on the world mirrors this
cloakin’ suspicious appearances
in hollowed out bibles
cuz that’s where God will never find you
tellin’ my soul to find a new home
telepathically walkin’ the galaxy
to find out what my life means exactly
shadows movin’ past me
death metal saints breakin’ plates of yellow cake
tellin’ me it’ll mellow brains
sippin’ rose pedal rain
trippin’ on how cold metal tastes
still tryin’ to shake my attempted suicide
I can’t get it off my mind
one click away from my halo
love all colors of the rainbow
red sickles so the devil doesn’t get you
green clovers to stay sober
blue skies open up for the takeover
yellow cake to build you
remember God loves ugly
otherwise he would’ve killed you
 

What should I do?
Wait for the uprise?
pop pills and waste in the sunrise?
war, famine, God, drugs
last one to die turn off his light

They say Karniege is ill
spittin’ arsenic pills
runnin’ through carcasses with carnivorous ills
that makes Short Fuze the bottom feeder
spittin’ the illest verse on track
since Nas ripped Ether
expect no response time
like when the God ripped Ether
knockin’ the meat rack off the meter
in Air Max sneakers
with uncommon color combination’s
that cause you seizure
like Ted Kennedy givin’ Travolta’s son
a drunken breather
cynical verses strike down Godless preachers
like rocket speakers
make sure the palms stay smoked
walkin’ a fine line like Beyonce coke
takin’ a blind side
like in the nine nine
when my minds shine
took a fine shine
to a nine’s confined sign
forcing me to hop a tauntaun
to find God with inside eyesight
that after a 100 years of rap
my minds grind will see my rhymes grime
as the aggressor on the time line
with insight that my designed plight
is set to burst the grammatical pipeline
with 20/20 hindsight I might
pen vernacular Godzilla
to incite fear
in wannabe killers and drug dealers
leavin’ em posers like Scarface action figures
as the Uncommon pillar
movin’ past y'all
any doubt I rap raw
ask God I start penning this curse
on the back of a fuckin’ tax form

Hello beautiful stranger
would you like a touch of my beautiful anger?
and wait for the world to us under?
talk to me maybe we can save each other 

Excuse me sir
do you have a feeling I can borrow?
please rid me of my sorrow
take a look at the confusion inside my cup
and realize I’m a little out of touch
I’m 30 or 31
and for ten years
I’ve chased a rap star and love
can you tell me which one is more fucked?
want to hear something bugged?
three years ago I found out I had a daughter
don’t get me wrong I love her to death
and I would give my very last breath
to make sure she knows nothing but success
there are sleepless nights
when I’m worried about doing something
to fuck up her life
from where you stand you could never tell
no one was there to teach me how to be a man
or a father for that matter
never been one to look at the math after
until mistakes I’ve made come into factor
it all changes in the blink of an eye
when you get that sinking feeling inside
when you have no one to go to
to coach you and mold you
in retrospect selling drugs
didn’t make me feel too mannish
pitchin’ on the block like Greg Maddux
to party kids and addicts
cash stackin’ semi automatics and macs
in the back of four runners and Cadillacs
then expect God to look past my soul
like I had cataracts
took the mic as my battle axe
when friends started to catch death
from bullets and overdoses
not to sound precocious
but I didn’t know what the definition
of what a ghost is
till I caught the feeling of hopeless
cuz even the Devil notices the unnoticed
and when the answers are unfolded
and you’re forced to pick up your focus
and hold it with an heir of invincibility
until you relearn the meaning of humility
when you’re told by someone you love
your dream is a silly means to an end
that came too early
and you wonder why
I put my hand out
and wait for the world to burn me

Speak with dominant hammers
as a kid surrounded by guns
drugs and recognizable cancers
so I searched for definable answers
within West Side country grammar
world broken down in multiple fractures
16 bars, Sistine art, pristine knots
mislead God’s which breeds odds
self lord and master
welcome to life after
the bastard word crafter
bumpin’ ghetto blasters
echoing His Majesty’s Laughter
basking in alpha matter
emerging from the womb with 30 tattoos
no stab wounds or clap wounds
all this gun talk and no Papoose?
that’s like a black dude growing Hitler’s mustache
packin’ gun racks
screamin’ I love crack
reality bites mics
when my lightning strikes twice
 

Blood and tears the familiar libation
Gemini’s twin sky pacin’ bloodlines sacred
half jazz musician, quarter addict and beautician
walkin’ with the skewed vision of the people
in case you missed it
you asked for my past
well I’m that fragmented piece of glass
screamin’ when oppression shattered my American dream
it’s not hopeless til the masses take notice
and the country bestows it
imagine me unfocused
a place you don’t want to be
like a child abductor claiming to be your ex lover mother fucker
puncture the skull structure of Usher Raymond
with angered patrons who like gats and spiked bats
painted a picture so perverse
Chili named it after the hand of God engraved it
terrorists laughing in the face immigration
taking retribution for Iraqi oil spilled faces
now my thoughts have no factual basis
cuz my brain is complacent
in the playstation generation
take heed to my social commentary declaration
 

All hail the Apache Cyborg
a lonesome eyesore
disguised as Vice Lord
to remove the mask of valor
following the eternal pattern
where the lives of the grander
reflect self lord and master
encased in beautiful disaster
revel in the cancer
answers swept under the wicked
in favor of sickness
categorized with uplifted
as God’s worded image
because they didn’t know the difference
between the two visions
a kin to pigeons
as survival of the fittest
soaking in the frigid
as a passenger in Hell’s kitchen
cleansing revenge off cold dishes
I sit as Sid Vicious
sippin’ the blood off an Oculus Fang
as documented strange

From Scarlet Fever Digital 12"

Dance on the rings of Saturn
with the son of the master
manufacture cadavers and 88 tusk hammers
to shatter the mask
reflected in the ceiling of glass
bask in my ominous past
sippin’ the blood of man out of autonomous flask
walkin’ a prosperous path with fraudulent math
flash an oculus mass
crash a paranoia agent construct
conduct Zeus’s electricity
through ethnicity showing multiplicity
drowning oppression crowned in liberty
synergy passed on through struggle of song
and lovingly psalms
carry the muscle of God in palm
guiding the lost in anonymous cause
until we’re freed and gone
from devilish jaws hold the applause
in the name of Allah and Mary Magdalen’s son
the battle has begun within the shadows of the sun
until we stand as one
 

The Devil enters my soul
my breath becomes cold mid winter
with a sudden inclination to injure
overwhelmed with visions to hit her
the first blows delivered
insert evidence between psychosomatic elements the precedent 
for what Kane and Abel told
strengthen the hold, mangle her throat
gouge her eye sockets
runnin’ out of breath reachin’ where I God is
my God it’s six hundred sixty six seconds beyond logic
my rage becomes toxic
to the point,I step outside my body to watch it
with no concept I’m monstrous
down the road, I’ll be a secret amongst the prophets
bludgeon her chest, feel her ribs knockin’
talkin’ with hatred and love
tasting her blood, raising her stumps
sky ward, onward christian soldier
fold her in half, enclose her in sacks
and relish the fact
I’ve sent mankind on a murderous path
you do the math
 

Brown boy, brown boy, turn that shit down
relics of the boombap, the superlative sound
relatives and friends buried underground
public enemy of the state said date, ‘88
pre adolescent kids diggin’ through the crates
lookin’ for an escape to fight the power
cower in the presence of cowards
who siphon the powder through the nostril
hostile rap groups blamed the neighborhoods desecration
responsible for another elevation
anticipation of riding the El
entangled in protection of Guardian Angels
from crooked cops who want to detain you
lookin’ for answers to a case that went stand still
calling you a cancer descendants of Black Panthers
CVL’s and the Stone solid/
at seven not wanting college
because I had an education
of Rakim’s and Chuck D’s knowledge
 

GRANT PARK 2008,
100 GRAND ON HAND HOLDIN’ HANDS AS 
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNALLY ACROSS THE LAND
FOR WHICH IT STANDS
CHANGE WAS AROUND THE CORNER
PUTTING TO REST THE GHOSTS OF CABRINI AND THE HORNERS
PROJECT MOURNERS TURNED POLITICAL SUPPORTERS
FINALLY PROGRESS WAS MOVING FORWARD
THEN CAME THE SCREAMS TO CLOSE THE BORDERS
AS A DOSE OF REALITY TURNED INTO A MALICE SCENE
TOPPLING THE BALANCE BEAM
EXPOSING THE FACE OF INTER RACIAL HATE
UNEMPLOYMENT RATES, NEW MILLENNIUM DEPRESSION AND RECESSION
LEFT PEOPLE DISCONNECTED FROM THE FREEDOMS THEY INVENTED
INCREASING THE TENSION FOR A SCAPEGOAT ELEMENT
WHO BETTER THAN A BLACK PRESIDENT?
SETTING THE PRECEDENT FOR FAILURE IN OUR PSYCHE
ALONG WITH OIL PIPE DREAMS
SO AMERICA I ASK NOW
THE BALL’S IN YOUR HANDS NOW
HOW WILL YOU ALLOW THIS GENERATION TO PASS DOWN?

This is an open letter to Hilary
Senator McCain and Obama
I don’t care where in the world is Osama
the scapegoat of a monster
who Mr. Bush had us believe
if he were in prison terrorism wouldn’t exist
ignorance is bliss myth of fingerprints
here’s the list of things that need to be to co exist
bring the troops home from Iraq
give us the peace sign back
I know it was about saving face but this goes beyond that
you gotta dead the Patriot Act
it mad Arabs the new black
Islamic racism made me choose
between patriotism and my belief system
I’m rolling with God to the finish
women got the right to choose don’t close the clinics
then you gotta silence the cynics on this immigration sickness
all we want is our piece of the pie and our vision of mastery
whether it’s McDonald’s, in the fields, or factories, give us amnesty
God Bless America, home of the brave, soul of the slave
land of democracy and lack of oil
to the victor go the spoils
 

My mind is a heavy fist
dealing with the pressure
waiting for the levy splits
fighting and shooting for the glory of men
wanting to bang Gloria Valez to Big Pimpin’
instead I was getting love fixes
from hoodrat chickens to Can I Kick It?
pitchin’ ducking thse cops guilty image
my sky had its limit
a ceiling with a glassy finish
right where God didn’t stop to listen
heaven was a gimmick and hell was my existence
imprinting the game on weight benches
writing the first line to my wake sentence
I practically raped penance to be an MC
then came the dirty deed,100 grand for 16 bars
like it was Ether time
and I’m wrong for being the one with a cleaner mind?

4 years under the radar
reborn in the graveyard
back from the dead with blazed bars
watched from a distance, amassing a hit list
bloggers play God, get called out
bang hard just to get a rep Gangstarr
turn around blame the same God's they held in such high esteem
walk the same conscience stream as me
then talk about the world crumbling beneath your feet
Bboy ill joyful kill spit devoid pills
one last high off the paranoid thrill 
poison pen, boys to men living sinful 
semi autos and pistols
weed smoke blowing out the window
taking in lessons from gin soaked kin folk
watching them turn to zombies
as their veins kissed dope
strength is a thin rope either fight or get ghost

Spent years pouring my life into these pages
chasing the ghosts of greatness
winds of change shape shift complacent
struggled to fight the demons I was faced with tainted
disappeared for a year to pen my magnum opus
instead lost focus
crushed by the weight of the hopeless
hopin' the love of my life took notice
choking on the mask I was cloaked in
emotion postponed inner growth of the showman
loaded weapons brought to the pulpit
speak corrosion going through the motions
at most It's the pressure of life encoded
ripping family pictures and smoked it
miss holding my daughter I'm folded in self loathing
mistakes I'm froze in
looking to God posted holding
got it sewn in, close it

Self distortion headless horsemen
been a solitude fortress since Gorgeous
leaving Angels chord less
bearing torches
of course it's come down to me and God
and how much I've missed you
father you should've known I've got commitment issues
love my women broke with issues
groping pistols
ripping bone and tissue
up against a broken system
hell is a ferocious prison
filled with explosive miscues
designed to clip you
didn't mean to diss you
been dealing with my own misguided issues
dodging bullets aimed to hit you
me and death been finding ways to split you
but the heavens told me to reenlist you
cutting my soul down to the meaty gristle
came to NY speaking missiles
finding words that fit you
I'm sorry if I took your hand and bit you
I'm still with you
look in the mirror
afraid to kiss you

Bullet riddled riddles
waiting to meet death in the middle
traveling roads to no answers
no cure for cancer
6am time to be a slave to the masters
high blood pressure
short of breath
slowly dying from the stress
I could care less
pumped full of drinks and cigarettes
hoping my brain disconnects
when there's nothing left
hold for exposure
ghosts over my shoulder
ghost in the shell
frozen in hell
I'm 32 it hurts to move
pop these pills
lay still
God's coming for the kill
watch the world burn
for the thrill that's ill

Shut my eyes and pace the dark alone
hold hands with my soul and float into the unknown
the lights so bright I reflect incite
invite the pinnacle to receive answers from God
but is the love reciprocal?
cynical creation brought forth to finish you
human ingenuity foolishly expects gain
after that pain
disdain or ordain?
angel harps strain songs of forgiveness
even if sin is sickness
peaches pitted against apple core folklore
open up Adams to fathom the connection to the eve of destruction
bludgeoned the hearts of men
on a partisan basis
over time and faces
speak an elevated language
placed in calendars parameters
using the circumference of circumstance
to measure heavens diameter
broken back Atlas
words of wisdom cleanse the pallet
the challenge balance faith with religion
burst the scientific system 

Breath stop watch
where will you be when opportunity knocks
reaching for the teachings of God
when the hand that feeds is bitten off
 
I wish this feeling would last forever
sever ties with reality
to converse with the galaxy
to believe what God asks of me
end my life now to see what comes after me
is suicide blasphemy?
or a shortcut to heavens gate?
the question marks yanked
disguise my lies between time and space
step to the creator
he hides his face
my mind draws a blank
a few more lines to finish the picture
enlightenment hung on a unreachable fixture scripture
spinner of my own web
imprisoned in my own flesh
slide the cannibal ox across the cold vein
thoughts travel to different domains
blow angst on the drugs of Coltrane
where hope reigns,
show pain
soul stays
hope fades
show faith
finding peace at a mindless pace
between time and space

Where does it begin?
when does it end?
ever wonder how your dream tastes?
looking to death as a release date
no choice but to take it name by name
face by face and day by day
my tattoos are martyr scars
some look at my deficiencies as modern art
mind and soul ripped apart
pain hit the mark
searching for a quick way out
prepping for the final bout
wondering if my life is worth any amount
gun to the mouth
broken hearted in the darkness
joining the friendships of the dearly departed
from the depths of a closet
overcoming the logic
that I took God’s name and mocked it
inside my minds mosh pit
death grip locked in
time clocked sin
I blocked him
opting to lay with his angels
blood of the slain as my halo
looking at my life from a blurred angle
tears run down my face
wondering if I’m coward enough to leave this place
at such a violent pace
the Devils smiling face fills me with hate
taking control of a battered soul
follow the money down the rabbit hole
then tell me how you feel when you get there
disconnected guided to feel to fear
see my next vision real clear
load the clip
cock the hammer
only to find the answer was within
the darkest place I’ve ever been

Today I awoke stretched and strained
a touch more insane
paranoid like who's to blame?
this is the day people's lives change
grab a tray and sit back at the beggars buffet
listen to what these thoughts contain
served on plates
carved from pain
seasoned by depression
doesn't it taste like you expected?
selected from the finest
spiteful delightful psycho writings I recite through the mic with
suffering nothing like it
happiness struggling to find it
whoever bares this likeness
help battle my identity crisis
generated excitement through gang handshakes
but died in private
like these are the people I'm supposed to survive with?
cried in silence
remembering the nights when I'd vomit violently
after catching ex fiancées cheating awkwardly
looking for a higher power to somber me
and still more rage
was all they had to offer me
 
Sin learn binge purge
get burned in turn
I question why my minds gone away today

As the earth kept spinning
the circumference of my world became more rigid
karma became contingent
raw thoughts became cryptic
allowing me to excuse what being a kid is
the first time I got made fun of for the way I walk
broke the law
hit a bong
got into a brawl
saw a body outlined in chalk
went to a funeral and felt loss
the first time fuck God came from my jaw
and I became lost
realizing I needed to make peace
using writing as a release
making my life what is or isn't
the first time I figured out love wasn't wicked
held hands with a girl 
and started kissing in the park
the first time my dick got hard
virginity gone in the dark
the first time we grew apart
leaving me emotionally scarred
 
All these realities contributed to my individuality
I began to speak candidly about the world misunderstanding me
don't let the fat of the land engorge you
it's our differences that allow people to explore you
getting torched is a no brainer
the first time I took anger into a battle and ripped an MC
fate tempted me to take a dead mans energy
and put it into what I write
allowing him to finish living his life
the first time me and Augury learned hip hop was our passion
cultivating that talent into a record
feeling the pressure
we learned it was a difficult task
testing our love for rap
Denku came to the studio
and recorded America the beautiful
the first time I felt confidence in myself
Seasons Change hit the shelf 
Rules Off Evolution hit the brain 
we hit the stage
people screaming Wastelands
the first time I felt like a man
the second time I put a ring on my girls hand
our love meant something again
pledged we'd be together forever
the second time she severed our ties
the first time I looked into Destiny's eyes
and got reminded why I'll survive
this is the first time I feel alive

Mind is a subconscious riot
soulless a kamikaze pilot
came up spitting underneath my eyelids
learned real quick what pick a side is
seen with hatred
Folks or People Nation
greed with graces
'86 came and went
a wreckless kid
6th grade viewed bitch made
for the way that I walk
switch blade killed all the talk
16 bricks built the wall
willed the law to represent it
descendant of jazz musicians and graffiti writers
fuck rap briefly seen working as mister weed merchant
emerging from white lines as I write rhymes
kept a clean burner
questioned my G merger
when I came close to see murder
police raids and schemes raised
hollowed out baseball bats 
to hide the stash
notebooks to hide the raps
getting money where my mind was at

Hooray for the clueless
throw your guns up and do something foolish
bullet casings to show you where the doom is
not enough bodies on my movement
commissioned NY to do this
my city didn't think I could prove it
Psychodrama on my side
a young buck viewed as a nuisance
tighten up the nooses
choking out the loose ends
fame is diluted
mechanical stale mate
beef with label mates
sucker MC's eating off my dinner plate
conversation for sinners sake
let me reiterate
I will obliterate, incinerate, any physical matter state
Baserker Fury heavens gate
watch the razor blades slash your face
violence I've seen replenished death
where I'm from you gotta know your lit
or feel the burn inside your chest
rest from the loop I was stuck in
Nasa percussion carries the weight of the universe
each word, a mass of andromeda
barrel heads rocking with Uncommoners
don't make records to profit up
mother fuck the populus
I'm here to reassert my dominance
and resurrect like Common Sense

Harbor Angels who sing songs of chaos
flashback to Jordan in the playoffs
waiting for the payoff
oz's in paint cans
waring with men who trade grams
opposite the blade hand
knowledge is to polish this Uncommon metropolis
inside the mind of an ominous optimist
guns and politics
moving into autumn bliss
hard and argues
defining who the target is
building where the market is
looking for the martyr kiss
hoping God will pardon this
souls to barter with
the measurement for my myth of fingerprint sickness
this is the point where the verses
take a turn for the worsest
all because some Pychodrama
taught me to live 9mm above your surface
I dear you, try to burn this