Wednesday, January 9, 2013

camel crock maybe it melaz

nothing fancy my time to shine is just a stock watch
smoking in a hot box
stuck in a locked box
trapped box, i rapped rocks
hiroshima dropped box
in a honda two seater,
the high life is the only life that's a high for me, miller
oh higher please, will her
to the throne of the ceiling and seal her
like a subject pleading for his dear life
and theyve alreayd hung his dear wife
the poor mistress, i mistrust anybody with big breasts (silicone fitted lies, im sick of sharing pies
soon he'll have his own revenue
im reving for you
fluid as cruiseeee
ships movingg or hips grooving
to music movinggg
our souls
lost control so i dont know
which road im taking
but fuck it im living life no bucks such as
the hamiltons or benjamins
ill handle tons of pressure
ill bend ya fins and make sure you swim
never second guess ya
self
we ourselves so.... we only touch top shelf
cuase what yall smoke is what yall choke
i smoke top shelf to reach the starrrss, cloak
me in your unknown
i cross constellations consider them conversations with starss
star-crossing omigarrddd
im the mann working harrdd to hardly work
no hard hat
im setting goals
getting hoes
forgetting woes, actually more like forgetting hoes
and regretting woes
im betting oh
on anyone's thats repping me..whoa
ive never seen such a supreme representation of one man's dreammmss
beforee
im speaking with more conviction
the sound of my voice thickens
everything starts clicking
my mind starts to quiet
my soul starts to quicken
my blood swims violent
im alive, sentient being
sentiments freeing
from my soul
any lost and broken parts never choken taken a hold
forget what your told and follow your soul
forget what your told and follow your soul
never borrow a goal
nobody knows where tomorrow will go

 madlib misled instrumental


homies dont refuse the flow
casue they use the soul
and yall choose to know
what yall already know
that means complacency
or ignorance
which one breeds the other?
chicken and the egg
go fucking get a head
nah in fact get an exact replica of your soul
and then smash it. and realize nothing can replace your soul
ugh.
damn that was deep
am i talking to myself again
fuck

instrumentamoe
infinite control
finna letting go
cruising for a blow
snoozing til i slow


attentiong never paid me
cause i never paid attention
thats why i never attending classes
im pretending my glasses
are something more than what they are
raybans with x ray vision
essay missing
a few key subjects
sure but yall probably see more bets
than me im not a gambler
thats a lie im a ramblr
scramble ya



spit a flow lit the dro hit a hoe hit a low brittle nose little clothes ditto yo finna blow dinner soul

wearing witches clothes
switches flows
(girls always get surgery why is that?) bitches nose


second half of 1993 duy rap is dj signify spiller instrumental


the message dr dre
start right around 30 sceonds youtube
ya i get it uhhh
its the inner struggle
where the innards rumble
youre hungry but you stumble
to the kitchen
and yes you're bitchen...
you're feeling like you dont have enough
but one look outside and you know you're wrong
half the dudes in this world got it rough
at least you got a mic to flow some songs
its absurd
how people treat other people in this world
likes everybody's got beef
you wish you could trust everyone in this world
but everyone you meet you mistrust
you misjudge
like what the fuck is up?
you just want to smoke weed and connect with every neck of the woods
companionship cooperate, commerorate co-op cocreate congregate to congratulate
compensate company calm chill cool comedy less tragedy
instead of conning and conscripting
we should all collide i mean not in a bad way
no need to hide we can have it your way
comprimise its a pormise that resides in the hands of the people
i always preach about the moments, but i see a future shining bright
for us if we do it right
we have right now and thats it so make it count
stop waiting and counting on amounts
of money that wont come unless you stop fronting
and get up
outside and live life.
treat others right
(i see everybody as a brother
dearest brother i see them mistreated, beaten and sold
in this world thats turned warm people cold
and cold people colder than ice frozen in the soul
) sing this part hella swagged out
unsure if what youre eating is right in this life
so strange fruit
beef with peeps i meat, strange dudes
step oustide on my feet, never bare
afraid, im scared ill feign poor
ill get scarred and truly i care
but (use food references to metaphors....eating the wrong things in life...reference to adam and eve apple?)

was it worth eating the apple eve? was it worth gaining knowledge
becoming conciosu?
fuck yes
no sarcasm
blunt as truthful as can be
fuck it im tired of hiding behind walls of fakeness
caked up in make up made to believe life wasnt make believe...but it was..
whatever i believe i make
whatever i make i beleive


mix this with the beat ita a love think (remix) by nicolay the dutch masters volume 1.

Monday, January 7, 2013

these niggas lacking
im packing
my damn things
me and hip hop...
aint no damn fling
but i can damn sing
so im the wedding singer
got a damn ring
married thing
thats my rap mama
whilst i wrap ganja
twirl it around my fingars
the smell lingers
i finger her bee stinger
hee hee
she honey to my bees
hee hee
she give me the heebie jeebies
meniscus to my knees
habsicus to my bees
albacus to my threes

Monday, December 31, 2012

goals before you head back:

1) record with joe
2) fix up the flow club
3) exercise everyday
4) take parmesan for a walk everyday and relax
5) figure out which laptop youre taking down
6) figure out what you need for costco and what not
7) dude alright uhhmms

goals for today wednesday
1) clean up room
2) organize flow
3) organize raps onto word docs...
4) figure out homework figure out classes


i aint trying to sell out
dont care if it makes cents, it dont make sense
to me
dont care if i make cents/sense, since i do shit for me so fuck your importance


distant consistent persistent kissing (im as normal as kissing cousins (cousins kissing) is to americans before the civil war)
medicine visitin listen assitant proficient like hes good at fishing (profishing)

i reckon when i flow wreck it in a second, yo
leggo that ego before it gets a hold of your soul
flow out your nostrils no controlll
oh noooo
we bout to go but where should we go but up
not down cause im profound
prosounds for the pro hounds




i dont know how to survay (survive)
inner thigh sinner's highs dinner light
needa make room for the winning pie
thats the appetite apple of my eye
neophyte


cooking beats, thats the diet

ill sell a fly kit
my niche
hip hop my quiche
capiche?


this the midnight club we smoking weed around a smoking fire
while we smoking fire

you can bring the weed along and we can haev a read along....like drake said...
but what can we agree upon?


the soul is the sun, the mind is the moon, so when theres an eclipse im blind

the sun like the soul, the moon like the mind so when there's an eclipse im blind, im blind

the sun is the soul, the moon is the mind, so when there's an eclipse, im blind, im blind

Saturday, December 15, 2012

pointless broken ticonderoga

broke his dick, broke his wood with tights on doing yoga

jointless soaked in

treason, no trees son mo steeze forbreeze (febreeze prouncouned like forbreeze)

scumbag steeve 
adam sandler big daddy
scuba steeve


im fly so your btich treat me like a cock pit

a pit stop for her cock lips

co pilot mo higher than the optics in a satellite sat her right whatta night
the topic is that bitch you are the top pick
im the top pick so take off your top quick
love need no logic so lets get on it
giirll
lets hope you shaved not like them french arm pits
when our legs lock it i shoot off like a rock et
theres no stopping it our passion posinous toxic
kills like pollution to them tropics
girl lets romp it, im honest we on it til bombs hit
from north korea..shit
somber skit
calmer hits
warm mitts