marching to the drums of my own beat chopped them from the new MC Paul Barman LP track 11 with Questlove, thanks legends making music's making my stresses strength lessen every jam session with the SP is a dance lesson depression doesn't stand a chance in that dimension make my share of mistakes and bad decisions but when i got into sampling i had a vision undeniable, had to give it a try or 2 gazillion to kindle a fire loop for flying through like Evel Knievel my feats will leave you people's noodles boggled like a newly wild beagle so fatal to egos my doodoo rhymes illegal but lets get back to the raps that you can find believable i'm a nincompoop on a sinkin schooner trying to keep it cool but i want it sinkin sooner i'm jumping in jump into the river even if its frigid as an inuit winter fighting with nature is when we get a temper like a waiter that expects strictly big tippers living with purpose is like swimming with flippers free as a bird, not a lemming with the herd i'm spinning with the earth until they put me in the dirt body nourishing some worms that eat my liver for dessert if i don't curb the sugar it could be sooner than later do me a favor, pretend when i say lunar equater it makes sense, i'm too dumb to create a correct reference, but the rhyme scheme made it worth the breath regardless, same way that from birth to death i'll be an artist, i was dancing just after my first steps i'd sing along with the wizard of oz and mary poppins mom's vacuum was a microphone to mini collins like most, early on i was into drawing like few i kept on with it through my teens then at twenty i fell in love with the SP and beat making became what would obsess me for a decade but the stage never seemed to request me center of attention was the last place i wanted to be had to reasses my approach at artistry got back to the craft that started me on this odyssey to my suprise it was kind of like riding a bike except i'd made strides since my mind was aligned with my body and soul as i'd chop the samples learning how to curate sounds and make them my own like now when sights ignite inspirado and its time to try to alchemize it like el dorado last time L town almost had a tornado outside felt kinda like the place to go jumping in jump in to the stream and embrace temperatures extreme jump in the steam of the spring is best seen from within jump in because being afraid of the current stings much worse than the pain of the plunge i'll say it once more, its time to jump in off of the dock into the lake stopping the clock isn't a thing got to move on swift in this game eye on the ball, swinging sustained life's not gonna stop bringing the pain but its alleviated when we sing in the rain or croon at the moon in sync with the phases or praising the sun for the rays as it blazes might seem trite, might be cliche but i need reminders just like you may these brains need training to travel off track before the easiest path is too deep to crawl back to the fresh snow, boundless as it is cold but with breath control it feels baptismal inhale fully and let it out slow in harmony with the wind as it blows

here's a bunch of words gearing up to serve ears with what they crave, hearing funky ways of steering what we say spirit to the brain, lyrics of the pain, lyrics of the joy lyrics that display we're one and the same much more than separate and different but the president's henchmen split us into rigid districts and bogus definitions so we never unify and revolutionize the twisted system with a new design that human kind can live with there are few things quite as sick as ag-gag laws that prohibit journalism about factory farm chickens cows, pigs and plants that we feed ourselves and kids with only other option's growing a garden and going vegan far from easy when forty hours a week gets barely enough to cover a fairly eventless weekend barley, hops and water bury the resentment but its there like a hibernating bear until hunting season and it starts tomorrow gotta stop drowning my sorry sorrow count blessings, everything is borrowed i love the moral of the movie Fargo appreciate what you have greed is dangerous as mustard gas so here's a message to the upper class take your bloody cash and shove it up your ass

rock with this festive rendition brought with the best of intentions plot twist, i'll tear it up relentless like a twister, render the area defenseless cause hysteria in stereo bars ensnaring you just to let you go claws of a bear couldn't get me open quick as dope instrumentals cooking grizzly poems raw food for thought, fresh out the ice box watch son rise without the sight loss clocked in tight on the target tonight and im launching the vibe, you can call it the lung shot shock like a thousand volts, skulls jolt brought brains to the brink so the soul's pulled taught A to Z but i got my own code call me crazy, i already know though so go crazy with me there's no need to think, just breathe in deep then out and repeat let go of everything just release and go crazy with this lazy ass riff that may be mad stiff i'm no Beethoven with the beat making unless your talking about that movie mastiff have not a clue what to do or what im doing but have lots of fun so i'm cool with the confusion jammin' on the one until i'm one with the music some call it the funk, i'm callin it the fusion looping the loops getting loose as loose gets loosing my head like Lucy Liu, get it? chopping with the intent of Honzo steel but its only the sample that im trying to kill vinyl and tapes i find at Goodwill even applied there for dibs and good deals beat making is the engine, drawing is the wheels rapping's air conditioning, Hip Hop is the grill on this conceptual art-mobile call it the Chop-O-Matic like Ron Popiel until the loan's paid in full, there's no chill call me crazy but you know I know still so go crazy with me there's no need to think, just breathe in deep then out and repeat let go of everything, just release and go crazy with this raw joint thats far from on point i'm not a wiz with the composition just a loon on a mission to rock until y'all join go crazy when i say go crazy, i'm saying comparatively, completely insane isn't fun for anyone just the same as never risking anything, its a game but its serious and its name is balance the aim is meaningful fun building talents the way i see it, each action's an art as long as it bonds the hand with the heart when we get better at anything we get a little bit better at everything neverending ups and downs some time spent stagnant some leaps and bounds some ecstacy some devastation its always been the way it is with creative meditations nobody's perfect still we can ace it once in a blue moon just takes some patience and strong will against high regulations i play wack-a-mole with my expectations i expect failure i respect the challenge i accept the anger of uncorrected balance i celebrate wins and learn from the losses bad sportsmanship disturbs the process respect self respect others respect earth respect the universe respect God respect Jesus but most of all respect deez nuts my bad, i'm mad like Al Neuman a new man annoying still, and dumb but less than when i didn't try hard as i could to make it good and peaceful peace y'all

planted the seed, watered the soil have what i need, want the whole world jamming in peace but i'll settle for a handful of peeps to pop this kettlecorn salty but sweet, proper metaphor all the mood swings of a toddler, maybe more like emu wings its quite clear i'll never soar except in my dreams, its a nightmare i can't abort now i seem like a winer that cries for sport see i was writing this right after the bike that i adore got a flat tire for the second time in four days, and thats dire since its my form of transport- ation and i work like two miles north of my residence where i'm like two hundred dollars short of this month's rent, nothing new but i'm not a sore loser, just a loser thats also sore, to the core could be a lot worse, surely i'm not cursed in the middle of a little growth spurt with my artwork mechanical pencils, posterboard and markers are essentials to mentally go to war and conquer my inner monsters to keep me from going more bonkers dont need a sponsor to quit, just need my focus sharper using sharpies keeps the sketches growing stronger can't redo a second but we can stretch the moment longer when we do our best with what we have the entrance to heaven opens or at least the path can't control the world but the self is right here going too fast or slow, shift to the right gear its up to you and only you, i swear just like i decided where to put my snare autonomy is like god to me i worship at the alter of the SP i plug in the RCAs and escape up into my happy place, outer space puffing on some potent stuff like johnny blaze getting open as the ocean to surf the sonic waves kicking poems with the motion, the verse is on its way from the lungs, up the throat, through the mouth it sprays through the air to the ear canals and brain of you there hearing how weird the styles remain back with the flow that is a cold rapid that goes from pad and pencil to mouth and the throat, then microphone over these drums into those in your earholes which transmit this language to your mind which decides if the rhymes is worthy of your time if it is, cheers, glad to be here if its not, cheers, i'm glad to be obscure i'm concerned with the process far more than the outcome to give the progress a hard core notably overly obsessed for sure but until i figure out my exit its more war not business-minded but savvy enough to know that my talent's value goes up the more i practice which is more effective the more i focus on the current objective and if i double my wage i can double my free time and become less befuddled by the bleak grind not slavery but what is it called when living within your means means not living at all each late fee is like a kick in the balls but also a flame beneath the ass of my art so if my songs seem sicker than y'alls i thank my bank in part for thrashing my heart it strengthens the passion when its ravaged apart then saved by the music like a magical dart nature is ruthless with a capital R but complaining is useless for the most part escape is true bliss, escape from confines of the mind and the walls that make us inside i was writing these raps on a ratrod ride not to be satisifed until the lake was in sight come along with me on a ride to the lake buzzing like a bee is my bicycle chain said that like Yoda since the rhyme is the aim who even cares what i'm even saying isn't life just bizarre in the craziest way? it is right? or am i crazy insane maybe its a combination, okay but i'm not a complete abomination today come along with me on a ride to the lake bike rattling like a rattling snake i take the trail all the way from hell to my favorite hill where everything is chill i can see for miles and breathe with certainty that the air is clean, i can see a million trees and just three machines, bike, phone and speaker simplicity makes the inner psycho serener or is it more serene? i don't know, geeker am i bullying my gaggle of streamers nah just bullshitting, professionally certified, sir if i serve a fly verse can i earn a fiver for my verbal fire? does my word design stir the iceberg that ties serpentine neural fiber up tighter than vipers when strikers its my birthright sure as i wore a shiner when writing this Yoda would say hot was the day tried to beat the light, did not want to wait hopped on the pedal with all of my weight chain slipped off and i fell on my face jumped up and got right out of the way told a passer-by that i was okay walked slowly home hoping i wouldn't faint bump on my dome about the size of a grape got back to my place began chopping a break and making this beat as i started to think all of the cranium nodding it takes might strenthen the membranes guarding the brain so maybe all those creative nights that may have seemed in vain, they might've saved my life same with my fall for humbling me to get a helmet and quit rushing my speed coming through feeling cool but not too cool to do what i got to do

stormed this way ten years before it made sense made it to the wizard and was awarded patience made it through the blizzard, survived the flood saw it right in front of my eyes once when lightning struck i think that thunder is still in me gut feels tinny, wonder if it conducts electricity recently all i want is simplicity can't seem to settle in this city intrinsically Flynn relates, you can sense it in this beat since the pain is ubiquitous endlessly there's a day and a way that everyone you know will leave only to return like the forest leaves, hopefully we never know much for certain on these odysseys until they close the curtains the plot proceeds in between the turbulence and monotany its up to us to seek for something worth the suffering i searched up and down and what i found is having fun and spreading love around if we get together and gather round we could tether the clouds and rope heaven to the ground no reverend but devout to blessing with the sound whether practicing myself or passing mixes out or with illustrations of my illest favorites showing them hoping to promote some of the greatness that motivates this soul to stay creative even though its been feeling so emaciated in this generally cold and crazy nation don't love socialism, dont hate corporations just know the system's broke when their only regulations are written for the filthy rich by their filthy bitches puppet politicians giving speeches with no transcripts for millions and stealing from the generous through donations to fraudulent foundations as if its not enough takin a third of our stuck wages the evil fuck faces deserve a thousand deaths and they'll recieve them because thats what a coward gets they want us powerless so they can sip blood from chalices and molest our kids in their disgusting palaces and the blind wonder why everyone is out of it corruption snowballs until we do something about the shit i don't know what but won't let doubt get me down a bit i put on a good song and get down with it its how i been manifesting the catalist to flip frown to grin and lesson the chances i flip out again