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Break Down The Walls 

28 degrees wind chill below zero
put on the cape its time to play hero
God the grind is so sterile
looking to freeze time like Hiro
realizing my life runs on batteries
the battery of my MP3 player
summoning demon slayers with clarity
Razor Fund angels staring me towards the sun
saving me from the flash flood
the battery of my phone
is anyone out there?
I know I’m not alone
call me to let me know
I still have a soul
cut me off at the knees
a walking prayer ain’t no pun
Jesus, someone had to loosen the clip on that gun
2001 the year I found God
my God help me break down the walls
to help me find my lost cause
it's detrimental to the sequential events
that spawn cause and effect
and the effect it has on the thoughts in my head
once left for dead
remember that time I asked for a sign?
and said if you deliver me a healthy baby
music doesn’t have to pay me
well the first seven years were a monster
but the last two
I’ve got got to reconnect with my daughter
but my music career still falters
coincidence?, maybe from the distances the cynics sit
relationships on kindred shit
looking for Sleeping Beauty but I’m Milicent
brain pumping militant an icy view
in to the ICU
shook to shit when I found
my brother was due
in the shooters class at NIU
God I see you
your soul ain’t see through
from the clouds you peek through
how do you do? Mr. me too
forcing me to bleed through
they say the deepest cuts teach you
forcing the heavens to keep you they need you
tattoos are martyr scars
look Mom I can ride my bike with no handlebars
maybe that’s why my legs don’t work
I know we always haven’t been on the best terms
but I want you to know
your persistence and measure
helped me make the best turn
thank you for helping me find forever
I hope you still got your dream catcher
break down the walls


Master Peace 

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


Turn Off The Light 

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


Bully Rappers 

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


Beautiful Anger 

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


Apache Cyborg (Remix) 

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"

In Your Hands Now 

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?


Sun Crusher 

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?


Addicted To The Horn 

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 

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


Ghosts Over Your Shoulder 

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


Time And Space 

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


The Darkest Place I've Ever Been 

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


Beggars Buffet  

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


Perfect Health 

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


EPMD 

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


Chaos 

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