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Verse 1
Welcome to the Renaissance
life is commin back /
muscles grab for bones
like mics to a track /
skin raps the tissue
it's an issue in fact /
counted down and out
but it'll never be that /
laid dead in a path
was Job in God's wrath /
thought he was his sheild,
his rod and his staff /
but the enemy was clever
he was sharp, he was fast /
savy with the words
couldn't hold to his ass /
rose dreams to the ground
like a nuclear attack /
and from the embers of night
arose a beast out the ash /
veins stratched like cables
that were filled with a charge /
and they began to pulsate
to jump start his heart /
a billion impulses
shot in every direction/
an electric infection
spread nerves candecent/
and a brilliant light began to shine
inside of the being /
as a poet emerged
with the drive to sing...
Chorus
Welcome to the Renaissance
A new day begins
a man once torn
now finds will to live
Welcome to the Renaissance
Something had to give
Broken to a point
& that point became his lead
Verse 2
When his pen hit the page
a fire ignited /
once an empty vessal
now full and inspired /
breath poured into his lungs
as he began to breathe /
power surged his essence
and eyes opened to see /
a once bleak scene,
was only black and white /
color seeped in
and became firm with a might /
forever changing his sight
as he locked in to write /
the story, the quest
the tale of an animant boy /
a glory, a mess
a scale that ended in joy /
but a fight, a war
a score that could never be settled /
he nestled in with the demon and wrestled the truth that fettered Jeopodo /
how to make a real boy
out a Moynihan /
how to be the kind of man
his father'd never been /
and how to find the person
that he was meant to be /
but the truth in the end
was something beyond belief...
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3. |
Static Evolution
04:30
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Static Evolution
Static Evolution
Was begun to end
And no path will lend a single red cent
Save the path at the fore it was meant
Though at a point it will bend
Make loop and resend
Energy back to the place it began
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Our karma set forth, what we doeth we must
We must or it kills us
But kill us it must
Because our time was spent exhausting the vent and thus
The lender that lent
The owner of debt
The blessing of breath
Has made an investment and expects what’s been spent
To flood in the scents of profits
Prophetically vised
The vision revised
Rewritten comprised
The sorted devised
The neatly surmised and categorized
Story apprized
With our demise
Was quite simply put…
A token
To all that which has been spoken
Now back at the fulcrum the balance of power was stolen
Less life to be lived than was told him
A promise unfilled with actions to build, and woven
Into every concern explosive
The tongue is a powerful weapon both curses and blessins creatin a mess in the mind and the body with soul in
Just no body knows it
Thought that road would be golden
But loath in the cold hearted notion
For holdin back the truth of emotion the channels now frozen and swollen
At some point in the life of a poet
A poet will find himself in a rut
Complacent
Grown stagnant
Erase it from memory where times spent
A record…
A record…
A rec…
a…
A record that’s scratched reliving a phrase it cannot see passed
Is the same as a writer whose taxed on his ass
Vexed on a topic
Acute microscopic
Translucent the answer
No power to stop it
The logic unsound it could be psychotic
Playing that record that record on scratch till I’ve got it
The feeling on top of is nearly narcotic
Searching through bones on optic atomic
Vibrations symphonic revealing the object as not to exist on the plan of R sight yet
Which, brings us full circle to the point where it’s chronic
An onslaught of dead ends that still, are not gone yet
But like a good writer
The depth of a subject is seen as a challenge to subvert and erect
It’s almost a precept to learn from the last set
Come to conclusions assimilate knowledge in the midst of the wreckage as record skips message these hopeless of questions fill in the vestige of poets intentions to finish the best writs yet life continues to push right on forth not waiting for us to make it all work
Now the “Garden of Eden” a mystical theme
And the “City Atlantis” to be sought and never seen,
!!OUTLANDISH!!...
But all that I mean is the reach is at hands width
Should I choose then I’ll have it
But somewhere we get lost thinkin our dreams are forsaken
And what cumbersome damage has surfaced and landed?
What troublesome stanzas have wrecked with this havoc?
Is that the left and the right are the faceless
And though they still hold the spaces in our brains should we take them when we know their unanimous inanimate ends are devoid of profitable options which leave a poet stuck lacking homeostasis
The basis, theses days and ages aren’t far from the places of ancient
The slave ship the whip the cage and these cases are no longer adjacent to these days at minimum wages
THEY ARE THE SAME SHIT
Can’t escape this tasteless pace of changeless changes aimless pages written phrase missed biased ages waistin souls spent
And this waste is piled on shoulders pound hold up no where right to turn left
Can’t escape this spaceship
Know I don’t belong here
BUT HOW TO GET AHOLD OF THOSE GODS I HOPE ARE UP THERE I DON’T KNOW YET…
Dreams are fadin quick from traces to traceless chase this end to its endless ends……….
And…
Find…
Myself there…
The unstoppable force, tunneling through the immovable object
And I thought to stop at, my forgotten prophets, reliving topics, from stethoscope to chest harmonics
The heart is
Of course the hardest instrument to tune and mimic but once it’s accomplished and accompliced with lyrics
A story unfolds and fades into focus
The laborious journey of a poet’s whose guns stick
On topic and sees it through to it’s finish
Because there is an end to the wastelands of a writer’s frustrations where those frustrations are exchanged for a days pick in the orchards of genius
Where all meanings are found
Statements are sound
And an era of quest is given some closure
As a linear thought is now known to be round
For it ends where it begins
And begins where it ends
An thus…
Is my…
STATIC EVOLUTION
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4. |
Always Been The Poetry
02:54
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Chorus
The center piece of me has always been the poetry
Whether acapella or I'm rockin on a beat
The center piece of me has always been the poetry
Whether on the stage or you catch me in the street
The center peice of me has always been the poetry
Burnin in my veins my words they come with heat
The center piece of me has always been the poetry
My lines cary weight with lines that dig deep
Verse 1
The poets reminisce, better than a kiss
diggin in book for somethin that really sticks /
to your ribs, like a bowl of grits, got you throwin fits
cuz my fist is in the air but never poundin ifs /
wish, upon a shootin star, that you cannot miss
dreams fallin hard like noodles in a dish /
top it wit a sause, now you got somethin that hits
like a punch to the kids and it fits /
like an old pair of chucks, or a warm seat on the bus
windows foggin up cuz my words kick up dust /
keep'em polished like my rims, never lte'em rust
like the knife in my pocket that I really know I must /
be ready to attack, with each and every rap
shhotin craps, it's a dash and I know I'm livin fast /
but alas, the past is half back in the math
the wrath of the caste a fact to fight back...
Chorus
The center piece of me has always been the poetry
Whether acapella or I'm rockin on a beat
The center piece of me has always been the poetry
Whether on the stage or you catch me in the street
The center peice of me has always been the poetry
Burnin in my veins my words they come with heat
The center piece of me has always been the poetry
My lines cary weight with lines that dig deep
Verse 2
Always lookin past the, steady movin fasta
the lack a magination, stiflin the laughta /
the craft of immaculate graph, none of'em wack rough
poet on his game neva half does anything/
the gavel swings, a sentence handed out
each syllable a symphony dances from his mouth/
orchestrated beautifully to never waste a sound
but silence................................... the most profound /
resoundsing, compounding effects
itchin the next, deep breath /
eveacuate chest, exedus death, the rest
voice to life, move and affect, compress /
heidelberg projects /
news kept in focus /
heart be the closest /
time be the dopest /
music in motion /
flowin till prose deaf /
ink leavin soul prints /
diamonds in romance /
follow through the moment /
PROFESS...
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5. |
Foolish Dream
04:30
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I have been thinkin lately Yeah, yeah… I know right, thinkin. But I’ve been thinkin, that I shouldn’t dream, well,... [more]
I have been thinkin lately
Yeah, yeah…
I know right, thinkin.
But I’ve been thinkin, that I shouldn’t dream, well, not of love anyhow.
For some reason, it seems the whole love thing has given up on me.
Its not their fault, well, not entirely, this battle worn heart of mine is calloused.
And is overgrown with with thick layers of fear woven together like a laberynth of poisonous raser-sharp-thorn-bushes, impossible to manuver and deadly.
Well…
That may be a bit of an exageration, just a wee…
But the point is that I have yet to find the one who can unlock the prison gates that hold this heart of mine pent.
What happened to bumping into your soul mate at the super-market
!!CRASH!!
Spilling all the contents in your arms, like
“oops, sorry…”
And falling madly in love, forever?
Where did the late night phone calls go?
You know the ones we use to make, just to hear each other’s voice?
Before there were text messages and short-hand-computer-jargin L.O.L.’s and O.M.G.’s?
Before MYSPACE, FACEBOOK and HTTP://WWW.EVERYOTHERSOCIALNETWORK.COM/?
And mail order brides from UGOTRANSLUTVANIA flooding my emails I never gave to anyone, I thought, I didn’t trust?
When you had to actually call someone, stop what you were doing, sit down, and talk?
Because if there was a cell phone around, it was the size of a suit case and it would give you a brain tumor just looking at the contraption?
Its like the world has gotten too fast for love and too short for forever and no one likes to meet in public anymore…
4 people at a table, with 4 other people all texting 4 other people at 4 other tables, with 4 other people all texting 4 other people at 4 other tables with 4 other people and so on…
Forgetting the waitress with the cute smile whom did her make-up just to be pretty at work.
But, don’t say hello, cuz you’ll spook the skin off the pour girl. And don’t ask her for her number without your FACEBOOK RESUME, pictures included and dated, prepaired and calibrated for instant download on PDA platform digitation.
What happened to walks in the park and awquard moments, not filled with the chimes of status updates, now those, oh so welcome interruptions? “I just had a penut butter sandwich, mmmmm…”
!!HOW USELESS!!
It’s like love isn’t meant to last, but is it even here any more?
How can I find it amidst this barrage of inqueries?
The world got so much smaller with all these devises and networks but all it did was crowd out Ms. Right.
Thought it would be easier, but awe well…
Just stay focused, build this company, turn this dirt into an empire, make music until my ears can’t hear and forget about this love thing, dreams are for kids, “SILLY RAPPER.” But I tell you what, silly or not, I desperatly wait to find the woman who can derail me like a car on the train tracks and consume me. A woman so worth while I could forget just what it is I am doing here. A woman so fun to be around and that made me feel so good I couldn’t help but be near, couldn’t help but call just to hear her say, “Hello.”
I miss childish things like dreams.
And that’s why when I walk through the super-market I carry my basket in my hands, because one day, when I’m all wrapped up in building my empire and being a successful musician and I forget about women, I’m just in a rush to get what I need all discombobulated in my head with plans and techicalities, I will clumsily bump into a woman, lose all the contents in my basket, and she’ll say “Hello…” with a twinkle-in-he- eyes, derailing everything I think is so inportant about right now… and she’ll show me, a glimpse, of forever…
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6. |
Be The Individual
04:09
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Chorus
Rock the ship Rock the boat
Make it tip over
Break the mold they cast you in
& Shake off all the covers
Rock the ship Rock the boat
Make it tip over
& be the individual
To weather troubled waters
Verse 1
Etched in stone like they know just who we are
Stuffed us in a box like we could not have evolved /
Threw a veil over eyes to be kept from seeing far
They wanna take away our rights but that'll start a war /
We gotta have our liberty and our right to persue
Any little bit of happiness when we are so moved /
Because of how pinched we are in this world of the new /
That even less than an inch would give up to us lots of room /
We're told when to be and how to be a human being
We're told how to walk, talk, act, dress, speak /
We may as well be jacked into a hive mind link
Cuz it seems that from birth we've been programmed how to think /
But he who dares to disconnect from the rhetoric of the system
Severs the only line left to us in this prison /
These telivision programs programin us by the billions
But who can beat the mathematic repetition...
Verse 2
Got us locked, got us punched, got us boxed in
Got a 9-5 and know that they be watchin /
Cuz those who got it how they want it don't want it to change
& will do anything they gotta do to keep it all the same /
Like they'll pay you just enough to keep you eatin from their hands
Like without an education you are not a man /
These companies take advantage of people in a plight
& you have to be available by morning day or night /
Yet dont give us the hours that we need to be alright /
& you can't have a second job they'll never match up right /
& God forbid you go to school you'll just be outa luck
Rackin up these crazy debts and screamin "WHAT THE !!!FUCK!!!" /
& yet you may just make it like so many of us do
only to find the walls of hell been rebuilt just for you /
But to step out of line so you can pick up the reigns
The vice of life will come upon never ending pains...
Verse 3
We built the system, all of us, even though we hate it
Been blindly going nowhere, just going for generations /
But so much changed in such a short amount of time
Can we maintain all the progress that we find /
We made economy the central nervous system spine
Now depend on it for the essence of our lives /
Not too many farmers left villages forgotten
Who can weave a basket or find water that's not rotten /
No more hunters foragers, we get it at the store
& We're buyin garbage cuz most of the world is pour /
We all know what happens when the money goes to hell
People die resort to crime, we're not livin well /
Stuffed into a box and made to fend for our own
Individuals are shunned for bein alone /
There's a cold paradox harbored in our midst
The likes of which is here because we have been remissed...
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7. |
Don't Wanna See Us
04:29
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Verse 1
Turn the day into the night, cuz I really can't deal with all the light /
The soul contrite, it will ignite, will not abide by the code of the law in a lawless sight /
When its better to rob and not to hide, cuz a nigga wont eat when the field devide /
When they weigh the cost and see my life, an expendable asset, feel the rise /
Inside my heart as my mamma dies, my father cries, its no surprise /
Starved to death and they called them lives /
Eagle eye keep a watchful spy, supress the rise of the poor with pride /
Defending my, my right to find, my bit of happiness inside the lines /
The sides are drawn, the fields are long, the man is strong, but the powers to be are deafly wrong, till kigdom come, and the war is won, they'll never see what has begun, inside the minds of mortal men, still holdin on /
To a world so torn, by the wars to protect what had never been owned /
Land and the water, air and the daughter, son to the slaughter, thirty piece martyr, goona get harder to earn a dollar, so you gotta be smart... /
Free to the be theif, whens he goona reap heat, repeat history, never could of learned to read, knew he couldn't see thee, gotta pay a fee just to be on the streets, what he learned from the enemy, guised as a friend to me, fronted some emphetimines, duckin from the police, genes not holy, eyes full of greed and forgotten homies, testimonies, all they wanna see are comodities, human body monopolies, prisonous atrocities, these slave polocies, are of Mephistopheles...
Chorus
Don't wanna see us BE
Don't wanna see us FREE
Don't want us in the STREETS
So, CAGES are soon to BE (X3)
Don't wanna see us BE
Don't wanna see us FREE
NO, NO, NO....
Don't wanna see us FREE
Verse 2
Don't wanna see this world, don't wanna know whats still in store /
Let the night fully overcome, wanna open my eyes and not be poor /
Wanna medical plan I can afford and not to be known by my credit score /
So many doors been shut in my face, I lost the trace, I caught a case, I'm facin time, gotta walk the line, and keep a watchful eye, cuz rivals ride, with shanks made out of whatever they find, damn its hard out on the grind /
I know it seems like a fallacy, but the tragedy is an atrocity /
Couldn't my actions possibly, have motives weighed collectively /
Why can't they see my family tree, and all the mouths that I have to feed /
I know the law like a nursery, ut now they caught me dispersin these /
Tripped up rock, put a knot in my sock, to hid from the cop while I'm on the block /
Feans double peckin think they missed a spot, me years from now, but no power to stop /
But I thought I had the game on lock, yet it slipped from me, like a memory, and I lost the key that kept me free, school never had a place for me, BLASPHEMY, but literacy isn't as common as they think it be /
& The fear of such, kept me a slave unto the streets, but perception painted me, as the enemy, of this society, its propriety is a mockery, hypocracy, cuz white collar crime infects the whole economy, and aristocracy, but all they get is a slap on the wrist, cuz it kept the rich, and I get twenty five to life for payin rent, ain't this a !!!BITCH!!! /
Might as well just dig a dicth, throw me in and steal my breath, call me NIGGER "IGNORANT", I see how they be figurin, like prison is a Heven Sent, as to say we're never ment, to raise the Hell up out of it, but WE RISE LIKE PHEONIX, !!!SUCK THAT!!!...
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8. |
!!!GOTCHA!!!
03:14
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Intro
Gotta Gotta Getit, Ga Gotta Ga Getit Good
Gotta Gotta Getit, Ga Gotta Ga Getit Good
Gotta Gotta Getit, Ga Gotta Ga Getit Good
Gotta Gotta Getit, Ga Gotta Ga Getit Good
I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha
I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha
Verse 1
You know that it's wrong but still you want more /
The Dream is too good for you to let it go /
Like a treat long awaited, I'm a real diet breaker /
Got you sneakin in the kitchen to freak Sum Mo Flavor /
(Gotcha) Theres excitement in the risk /
Of Gamblin ya bliss on just a lil bit a kiss /
All up in ya head bout if or not you should /
But you know if you Gotta Get it, then you know you got it good...
Chorus
Gotta Gotta Getit, Ga Gotta Ga Getit Good
Gotta Gotta Getit, Ga Gotta Ga Getit Good
Gotta Gotta Getit, Ga Gotta Ga Getit Good
Gotta Gotta Getit, Ga Gotta Ga Getit Good
Verse 2
Red yellow white black, ritch poor skinny fat /
Got a job, gotta rob, lots to love, flat in back /
Thick and toned, front is stacked /
Catchin eyes, no surprise, attraction wont discriminate, so neither will I /
If you catch the eye you caught it /
No gimmics lies or problems, just optics and ebonics /
Harmonics to the soul, desire takes hold /
Breath quickens, life stops for a moment and....
Chorus
I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha
I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha
Verse 3
I see it in your eyes, the way you're watchin me /
Dreamin bout a love but know it shouldn't be /
Know you got a man, who mostly keeps you happy /
Even when your makeups running and you hair is lookin nappy /
(Gotcha) The devil fruit is good /
Take it, oick it from the tree, you kow it taste good /
What you got is great but you need a little more /
But you know if you gotta get it then you know you got it good...
Chorus
Gotta Gotta Getit, Ga Gotta Ga Getit Good
Gotta Gotta Getit, Ga Gotta Ga Getit Good
Gotta Gotta Getit, Ga Gotta Ga Getit Good
Gotta Gotta Getit, Ga Gotta Ga Getit Good
Verse 4
See it watch it feel it dream it, schemin how she goona be wit me, steemin crush believin she love me, some who want they shall recieve /
A look a walk a stance a glance a pause /
Take the chance to do your dance, I may love you through your flaws /
Cause affectin awe, from my eyes into my heart /
Romance is but a part, attraction is an art /
The body is the canvas, welcome to the Renaissance...
Chorus
I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha
I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha
I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha
I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha, I Gotcha
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