Hello all...this is my follow up verse, talking to those men out there that seem to have a distorted view of courtship, hope you enjoy it!!
This is for the men, that like to treat women like pieces of meat/ I should write my thesis to speak of all the benefits ur mind ceases to reap/ Y’all don’t need Jesus to preach about the proper ways to attract a chick/ I should smack the shit out of you, coz for charming women, u lack the wit/ At clubs saying “watch me grab the tits, smack the hips, then tap the bitch”/ Is this really the way you should talk to a woman who could have ya kid?? And how y’all try an act legit with your next date really makes my head shake/ She thinking she’s got a real nice man but all u thinking is making a sex tape/ As men we gotta rise above negative stereotypes, but y’all acting like dead weight/ It’s no wonder that most women these days think all men are dawgs/ Coz y’all do things to confirm that mentality, from first period to menopause/ Hollering, whistling, and grabbing at women so from ur friends u can get applause/ Then of course, you got the young boys who look on thinking that’s how its done/ Growing in to men, and when questioned, just laugh and say “come on now, its fun”/ Seems there’s no end to the cycle, like the violence in the middle east/ I gotta stop now coz thinking about this topic gives me little peace….
Thought I'd share with you a verse that I wrote not long ago.....inspired by a suggested topic by one of my cousins. Enjoy....
Women & their quest for the perfect bodies This is for the women, obsessed with the quest to be the next top model Abusin their bodies, to be judged by Tyra and that messed up fossil I'm talkin bout that Janice lady, man its crazy how women go thru great lengths... Just to impress a few sickly lookin chicks and a handful of gay men... It doesn't make sense, maintain a healthy weight, forget unrealistic standards of beauty Man this planets gone kooky, girls gettin ass implants just to damage their booty... And thirteen year old girls gettin boob jobs, just to fit better in their tube tops.. Excited coz at the next concert they can jiggle them in front of snoop dogg So where are your parents when all this is happening???? Oh I know, you're copying ur mom and ur dad's out tryna mack again So without role models you browse the PC and watch the TV... Images fillin ya mind with perfect T & A on women sayin "you see these?" They say, this is what u need to attract the best mate WRONG!!!! This is what u need to get raped!! The next day u wake, feelin sore an confused... It's sad, this is becomin the typical stories on news Listen, its simple, if ur slutty, you'll attract guys that are like you Operatin on their animalistic urges, better be scared of what they might do Not the type to bring home to meet the fam, they aint the right dude Now followin this logic, I'm scared of what YOU might do.... So please understand how important it is to like YOU About this, the majority of mature men don't really care To find an average joe militant about ur caloric intake's extremely rare So relax, and please try to live a comfortable life... Your appearance is not what makes you a wonderful wife And remember to think twice if u decide to go under the knife!!
Haven't done this for a while, kinda feelin it right now....
A little somethin from my rhyme book, a.k.a The Blue Book...
I can't explain this gift, I came to spit flames inflict pain aimed to rip brains until bitch lames resist, sick like rick james, shit I'll split frames to bits, the game's legit, if you're in to fame an glitz, take Caymen trips to see dames an tits, engrave ya name in whips worth more than ya life, whorin ya wife coz at the end of the day ur broke and don't own your soul, grown old an moldy, golden oldie, cold an lonely, sold ya homie crack just to make ends meet, my pen's deep, known to make men weep in battle, I eat beef like sheep an cattle, can't be beat in scrabble, seek unique peeps who dabble in the art of lyricism, that dont shy away from constructive criticism, destructive cynicism is not on my life's menu, I dream of rockin shows at clubs and nice venues, I might lend you some money when I get stinkin rich, but until that time I only sleep between the blinking, bitch...
It is snowing heavily outside. I have never witnessed snowflakes quite this large. Forget large, pregnant is more the word, there are pregnant snowflakes falling heavily ouside. I am being driven by someone I cannot see, through blizzard like conditions that would make the best of us uneasy. When I say I cannot see my driver it is because he is invisible. I feel fine though, unperturbed by the unusual circumstances. We are travelling on a narrow road, a residential area. There are no cars to be found on the road, just piles of snow everwhere. The driver swears he knows where he is going, I have no idea, so I take his word for it. The destination is my place of residence described earlier in my previous post. We have been up and down the same street five times now. I sense that we have passed my stop ten times now but I am unable to pinpoint exactly where he is to drop me. I sense that he senses my sensation. He becomes defensive in his verbal communication which makes the tension in the car tighter than it has already been. He tries to make the mood a more jovial one by trying to engage me in superficial conversation. I politely tell him that I appreciate his effort to lessen the tension but it is past the point of no return and he would do well to keep his words to himself. I feel like throwing up so I open the window. A couple of the snowflakes give birth in my face slapping me with their watery progeny. I roll the window back up. As soon as I do this the driver says "We have arrived". He stops the car in the middle of the empty street, the next thing I know, grabs me, and throws me out. Before I can get up he zooms away leaving slushy snowy mud all over my person. I curse at him and make my way to my building. I walk in to the courtyard. It is empty. I open the shiny white large double doors that lead me to the shiny white steps that take me up to my shiny white floor. I see noone. I hear noone. I open the shiny white double doors and run down the shiny white corridor that takes me to my room. My room is as I left it. I walk to my bed that is in the middle of the room. I sit on my bed contemplating my life and what to make of it thus far. As I am thinking I notice that I am in my pyjamas. I do not remember changing, neither do I remember having any intention to go to sleep. I am not tired, however, I lie down and get under the covers. For the first time since entering my building I hear a voice. The voice says "The answer to your contemplation will present itself in your dreams, so sleep!" So I sleep....
I walk in to a large train station with extremely high ceilings and pigeons flapping and pooping all around. Many many people are hustlin and bustlin around, either shopping, or looking for their train platforms. All the men are in suits and all the women are in ballroom dresses. At the time, the oddity of this situation didn't register, but hindsight is 20/20. As I continue walking, I see a friend of mine in the distance. I yell out to him but it seems he doesnt hear me. As I approach him, he greets me and hands me a suit. As soon as this happens, another fellow escorts me to the mens room and points at the door. I ask him why he doesnt speak. He pulls out a pen and notepad from his pocket and writes down that he does not have a tongue. He writes down that he used to be locked up in an insane asylum and he cut his tongue out because he didnt want to talk to people. Strange. I have no verbal response to this but I am sure the expression on my face spoke volumes. I enter the mens room and get changed. I exit the mens room and was then escorted by the tongueless man to a poker table quarantined off in a VIP section of the train station. The vista changes suddenly and no more is it a train station but a casino with a jazzy 1930's vibe. There are many men and women sitting around the main poker table joking and laughing. It seems like they all know each other, and know me. I did not know any of these people. I approach the table and an old gentlemen welcomes me and tells me to sit on the empty red leather seat next to him on the left. I take the seat and start playing. Five minutes in to the game I look in the other direction and see a very attractive woman looking at me. I smile at her and go back to concentrating on the game. The next thing I know my hand is massaging her right thigh. I am surprised to find out I have no control of what my hand is doing. As soon as I discover this, another woman comes running at me out of nowhere yelling and screaming and carrying a pot of boiling water. I jump up out of my seat and run around the table, she chases me, I trip and fall. The next thing I feel is a burning sensation at the back of my head and my hair and skin fusing together. Surprisingly I am not in any pain at all, I just get up and leave. It is later disclosed to me that the woman who had burned me was my girlfriend.....
I woke up in a room that I had never seen before. I woke up to sights unfamiliar to me. I woke up in a building that was alien to me. A cold, industrial, grey, metallic building. A building with many stories. It must have been an old abandoned psychiatry ward in a remote town in belgrade, croatia, romania or some country like that....at least thats the feeling I got upon awakening. I looked around this room and saw empty white walls. No posters, no markings of any kind.......just white. Hospital white. The floor was white too. The room was completely empty except for the bed I was in. The bed consisted of a boxspring and mattress on the floor. I was wearing black pyjamas. This was odd. I never wore black pyjamas. I never wear pyjamas. That is besides the point. Two pillows, both white. The cover, black. The sheets, dark blue. I woke suddenly with no alarm. This was odd. I usually wake only to the sounds of my alarm. This whole scene was a bit off to say the least.
I stand up and have my clothes on already. Not a soul in sight, I start to panic. I leave the room, run down the dark corridor, also with a shiny white floor, open the shiny white doors at the end of the corridor, and exit. I rush down what seems to be endless flights of strairs, seeing and hearing noone during the descent. I finally reach the lobby and exit the huge double doors in front of me. I see a large courtyard with many people walking about. It is overcast and raining heavily. Something tells me this is everday weather in these parts. There does not seem to be any paved streets, just gravel....mud now!! I am in a hurry to go somewhere so I put my hoodie on and start walking. My mind is focused, intent on getting to my destination. I am in a walking rhythm, my gait, the swing of my arms, my breathing all trigger a semiconscious zone-like state. I suddenly have tunnel vision, hearing and seeing noone around me. I hold this one thought in my mind for a period of time longer than I have ever been consciously able to.....my destination!! I am not quite sure exactly how long I was able to do this for but all of a sudden another thought violently entered into my mindspace. The impact of this thought was not much different from being hit in the face by a brick. I staggered a bit but was eventually able to gain my balance. The manner in which this thought chose to enter my mindspace was surprising to me simply because of its inherent nature. If this thought were a human, it would possess the personal characteristics of loyalty, innocence, calmness, and happiness. The thought I am refering to is that of my sister and one of my cousins. It was a visual thought, a fleeting image of the two of them smiling at me. I smiled. The visual disappeared as fast as it entered. As soon as it disappeared, there, in front of me, in the flesh, was my sister and cousin. I spoke with them at great length. I do not remember what of. After the conversation, they both disappeared as fast as they first appeared. I kept walking. My intial thought returned to the forefront and all of my mental energies were focused once again on my destination. I picked up my pace because I could, for the first time, see my destination. I was thoroughly soaked by this point and was getting cold. This walk was getting annoying, the rain seemed to be getting heavier with every step. I was tired and hungry. I thought of stopping but decided against it in fear of quiting altogether......
What kind of angel awaits a soul that has never experienced the light of angels?
A soul that floats through life severed from love at every stage. A soul that always seems to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. A soul that acknowleges the benefits of this at times. A soul that is but an observer in the ebb and flow. A soul unscarred by the baggage of human relations. A soul existing but not living. A soul dying to cultivate deep roots. A soul sick of superficiality. A soul dying to be scarred to get a taste of life. A soul that feels alienated from the human race. A soul in a bubble, seemingly impossible to pop......
What kind of angel has been created to pop this bubble? What kind of angel awaits a soul willing to be led in to the experience of....
This is a poem/spoken word verse that I recently wrote....inspired by the beat to a song called Back on the Scene by an emcee called One Be Lo. www.myspace.com/onebelo. Great emcee!!!
Where my mind goes These karmic beats help to relax and sooth my mind I choose to find peace in these bluest times I chill with people with fluid minds, its how my crews defined I knew this rhyme was supposed to move in a certain direction But constant introspection and reflection makes my mind wander Where my mind goes makes time slow and what I find stronger I’ve tried to ponder over a topic and make it a whole song But I just have too much to say, and it always seems to flow wrong So it dawned on me….rhymes never to force, better get a divorce Or u’ll sever the source of creativity, May’s killing me with this rain and depressive shit I write impressive scripts with lessons stressing kids to stay fluid like water May the truest rhyme conquer, like survival of the fittest…. It’s the arrival of the quickest whenever I step on the mic, its on tonight I long to write songs that might light the spark in the next Mos or Technique But hey, most of the text’s weak, so I continue to beat u in to next week…. But let’s speak, about something other than battling…. I’m in ur brain takin u to another plain of existence Where pain is a distant memory and where u can reach fame in an instant Don’t complain like an infant….did I mention that I was feeling this track? Thinking of better days in a past life, just caught myself willing it back I rose like the rose in 2pacs prose but ur still in the cracks You got left behind, that’s what happens when you chill in the back I’ve given you less than half the story, now u gotta fill in the gaps…..
At what point did the mentality that one would rather be rich and guilty than poor and innocent seep in to the collective consciousness of humanity??? More importantly, what keeps this self-destructive engine going???
My latest rhyme.....spoken word over a slow heavy beat...sorry for the length, couldnt figure out how to seperate it in to verses without breaking up the flow or the ideas
The Death of Rap Never thought I'd say it but I'm wishin that rap dies Turnin on tv, I can't listen to wack guys Actin holy, like priests tryna christen an baptize The youth are too serious, I'm on a mission ta crack smiles In position to capsize ya crap lines with phat rhymes I hack minds, inject facts an psychology Like the behavior of that jackson guy bothers me Legendary status, seems to negate the ominous To find him guilty, there must be somethin wrong with us Loved for decades, never hintin at brain decay So his sick behaviors we easily explained away I maime an slay, these wack cats with my hustle an flow Me an hip hop go together like telephones, Russel, and Crowe Flex my muscle an show pros I'm here to dominate Inflect mental anguish until heads throb an ache Surgically remove hands and balls, so they can't rob an rape Break bones in both feet, so they can't walk an skate Chop dicks guillotine style, so they can't copulate Redirect pituitary gland signals, so chicks can't ovulate I'll stop you fake emcees, thinkin ur god's gift ta rap You're god's gift to the prison system, so bend over an lift ya sack Like immortal technique, I'm the truth in the form of hip hop You got loose lips, like female youth doin porn with big cock Adorned with big rocks, born ta grip glocks, hit cops an lick shots I'll break ya trigger finger in six spots, sayin u listen ta big pop Why you lyin man, I was told you like bumpin shaggy an rick roc The difference between me and you is that my shits hot I'll beat you in to submission with my flip flops I'm in a crazy mood, I may act rash an kill somethin Writin lyrics comes easier to me that math to will huntin Stupid ass is still bumpin, wack rap from the south Losin mad brain cells, you outta be smacked in ya mouth Attacked in ya house, with a variety of deadly garden tools Anybody can be a rapper, in these times were stardom rules Where reputation is built, by how many times you've been scarred an bruised My rhymes have been marked an used, by the best in the booth I'm stressed, I gotta get this off my chest an invest in a sleuth Coz wannabe rappers make a livin off of stealin verses Catch you at it, and I'll make a livin off of sealin hearses And when I'm feelin worthless, I kneal in service and get rejuvinated like black ministers when the preach in churches.... I find my peace in turkish baths, woods, and meadows There's a mental sickness present, and it's in hoods an ghettos On my street, some guy just got shot in the head Messin around with some guy's girl, they got caught in the bed Robbin the dead, a daily routine for guys up my street As well as women with kinky fetishes, wantin to touch my feet Money is the number one priority, when you struggle to satisfy basic needs And its even harder when your enemies keep planting racist seeds.....
