Universe of Thought

Lyrical Magicians: The reply

Thu, 01 Sep 2011 09:49:44 -0400

Without your permission

I’d like to abate your affliction

Sinful diction remitted, acquitted

Like innocent crucifixion

Transmissions exonerate every emission envious

Elevating your eloquence

Expurgating your excrement

Dissociate your mindstate

To the elements

No confederate

…

Laying out the Challenge.

Tue, 02 Aug 2011 23:42:09 -0400

Here it is: I can turn anything into an intelligent rhyme. Give me a topic and I will make a dope, intelligent verse out of it.

Example:

What is this about? :

10 friends, not all of em there, missing a fifth. When I get weight, divide it by 9.8, we never miss. What i’m left with, I move with the bestest, at the speed of light L7, I aint got the energy you know what the rest is.

Answer: E=mc^2

How I live.

Thu, 28 Jul 2011 20:33:54 -0400

I live my life my a cartographic schematic,

That I found in the attic, left by an addict,

Who was killed by the machinations of a pneumatic mechanic,

Using science mathematic, and equations quadratic,

Making observations in situations dramatic,

I re-write these lines,

And re-sight these rhymes,

Explode like the minds,

Of a thousand philosophers star gazing at star maps,

Looking for star signs,

Listen to my word play,

Rise on the third day,

See why im so fly my names begins with the bird Jay,

(James begins with a J, get it?)

I’ll go ahead and spit a metaphor,

That’s what it’s better for,

I’m the big cheese, that’s what they call me fetta for,

Handy Man

Sat, 25 Jun 2011 18:06:12 -0400

I’m the whitest kid you know when i flow so go figure,

But i’m cheap like Geico so my friends call me a nigga,

But it’s just because I’m lazy,

I conceive ideas so I don’t have to have a baby,

I always use protection you can call me crazy,

My words are electric,

Opponents scream “Bro don’t taze me!”

The shock make you itch, I got a pocket full of tricks,

Like I beat the rabbit and the kids for the kicks,

I split ya bitch, if she checkin’ out my mix,

Like a bag of chex mix and she hungry for a fix,

……………..

That’s why they call me the handy man,

EPIPHANY!

Wed, 13 Apr 2011 11:41:07 -0400

Add pictures to my posts to make them more interesting!

Swag

Wed, 13 Apr 2011 11:40:24 -0400

I pulled my swag out the dryers,

Pulled my flows out the fryers,

Now I’m wearing all my ego, my words tasty like your Breyers,

Go ahead and admires,

Get to spinning tyres,

Now I zoom out the room tyre tracks blacker than Richard Pryors.

Click clack

Thu, 31 Mar 2011 13:29:00 -0400

Click clack with my hat back in a black hatch back talkin all that chit chat like I was fat a cat. Cards in my hand like baccarat, did you miss that, then snap back, don’t dis-tract, on this-track, you might mis-hap, hear this clap, on this rap, my fist pack, more heat than a gun cap. Now roll back, fresh tic-tac, is this whack? Does glass crack? Do you understand a word that I’m saying from my mouth when my tongue flap, and the air that the vocal chords vibrate re-tract the ignorance from your brain that the streets at-tract.

Waiting for a download to finish.

Sun, 06 Feb 2011 00:00:00 -0500

It’s been a while since I posted my style,

I paint a pretty picture so you can save the file,

When the colour slap the page and the pen gage all my rage I hit the stage and draw an image of a vision that im wishin’ would comission me to be the voice of my age.

I’m not word perfect, but if I perfect my words I can create a perfect verse that might be the most perfect thing you heard, it’s so absurd that more people in a day will hear the song of a bird than the verse I disperse and to make it worse if it’s get rich or die tryin’ then I’ll be broke in a hearse

That’s the nature of this game, be hot on the mic, go out in flame,

Or stay cold, grow old, never the break the mold, never strike gold but when you go out you won’t be sold so you never sell out on your name.

Short and sweet, though I think I have something here

Fri, 21 Jan 2011 02:14:00 -0500

Yo check it,

Check it out,

Yo! Here I come through,

Lyrical kung fu,

Artful war on this track like my name was Sun Tzu,

Count 1, 2

As I proceed to stun you

Ninja silence with my violence,

You might not come to

Where is this coming from?

Tue, 18 Jan 2011 09:55:00 -0500

I’m on the hussle, tryina get that paper

Just a slice, i’d even settle for a wafer

Just a waffer thin mint,

Check ya Monty Python reference,

When I step in the room show me the measure of deference

And the difference…is

Between me and you,

Well that would take a whole other song….

Or maybe two

Love me, hate me, don’t even have to respect me,

But I’m rarely wrong nigga,

So don’t try to correct me,

Or ever expect me,

To run through this game with fake lyrics or phony,

You think I’m gonna do that, then you must not know me,

I spit my opinions,

No facts or fictions,

I wear my thoughts on my chest like a T-Shirt,

Call it an “Affliction”,

But you know I won’t tap out,

You the one full of shit, so don’t expect me to crap out,

If I don’t like, I tear it up, burn it or backspace it,

Because consequences will never be the same,

So don’t try to backtrace it,

You done goofed so hard if you think this was over,

I’m exploding on this beat,

The lyrical super nova,

One day all these lyrics will actually turn into a track or two.

Tue, 18 Jan 2011 09:51:00 -0500

I don’t drop bombs son, I drop litta,

Cotton mouth from too much weed,

Makes it hard to be an ill rhyme spitta,

Call me average, it’s a good descripta,

I may not be a brother but hatas still call me nigga,

Go figga,

But I stay hard on this corner,

Bringing real spit lyrics to my brothers, call me warner,

Stop!

Now listen ever so closely,

I do this for myself, but this is for you now,

Mostly,

Droppin’ philosophies on theocracies, crushing your monopolies,

Lyrical tsunami so you know you can’t be stoppin these,

Check it,

Cash from the bank,

Damn that lyric was stupid, I’m such a rascal,

Dirty stank,

If I ever get more followers, someone can appreciate my ramblings.

Mon, 17 Jan 2011 22:59:38 -0500

Just a short one:

I’m tryin’ to be original,

In the age that is digital,

My mind existential,

In a world 3 dimensional,

But if you wanna mess with me, the plate there is waitin’

I’m pleasing myself with my words,

Lyrical masturbating,

I’m in it for the prize and I realize that what’s stand between me and it is a bunch of half rate rappin’ guys,

I don’t even claim to be the best, the rest can get it popping,

But if the rap game was an ice cream, I guess I would have to be the topping,

I fudge my lines with consistencies, and sprinkle some deficiencies,

That’s a recipe you can only find in the indices,

Listen to my word play, because all I’m doing is playin’

Bombing these tracks with my spirit, like a rappin’ super saiyan-jin,

I write a few bars at time, get tired with my rhyme,

I’m going of on a tangent like I multiplied by sin,

You know what? YOU KNOW WHAT? I'm gonna leave this for anyone who cares to look.

Mon, 03 Jan 2011 00:31:53 -0500

You know what? FUCK IT coz I’m about to go hard,

I’ll break a mirror for the bad luck, but I’ll give you all the shards,

2010?

That’s two thousand and when,

I’m over it like a bridge, underground like a den,

It’s time to get mad, get even, but it’s odd,

You hear me talking, hear me shouting, I aint sparing no rod,

Tired of the bull shit, you so cookie cutter,

I spread my flows like margarine, you still lumpy like butter,

You wanna punch rap, well I wanna punch out,

And leave you with no doubt this what the fuck I am about,

I’ll beat you like a drum, then trap you like a snare,

Wearing a hi-hat coz I feed weed to my headwear,

I’m fire in the past, think about it and come back to me,

It’s because I smoked out your senses, smell my greatness,

Olifactory,

I hate this style of hip hop, but I’m tryina make a point,

This shit is easy, like a peasy,

Fuck weesy,

Shoulda left his ass in the joint,

But I’ll give him credit,

He gets creative,

But Nicki’s got to go, because Hip-Hop aint no sadist,

But do me a favour, try my flavour

And savour the sweet nectar,

I’m seen on the scene, call me the director,

How many bars is this?

I meant to hit 36

Damn,

How badly did I miss?

That’s like a kilo of rap,

I’m so dope I’m measured in ounces,

Imma refill the cap,

Take a hit,

And blow down some mountains.

Photo

Mon, 27 Dec 2010 19:34:33 -0500

Song got my most perfect memory attached to...

Sat, 25 Dec 2010 23:26:47 -0500

Song got my most perfect memory attached to it.

mommajeans:

Please Don’t Go / Mike Posner

This song is so good!!! It’s so catchy. This song is even stuck on my mind now and i can’t stop singing it everyday haha:D

Fuck you pneumonia!

Sat, 18 Dec 2010 12:08:44 -0500

Tired of girls, where the Women at!

Thu, 16 Dec 2010 19:11:48 -0500

Decide on what you want and go for it! Enough with the games!

Rambles

Tue, 14 Dec 2010 16:05:20 -0500

I’ve got cool locomotion, moving in the ocean, say I’m show boatin’, but it’s just a notion, about to take this potion, to ease the commotion, like a mental mind lotion.

I wish I knew better, to move on and forget her, my lyrics are so cheesy call my rhymes fetta.

Something different

I’ll go in, revolve around you like the planets in the universe,

Moving through space, time in a continuum, alive or in a hearse,

Death is only the beginning for some, the end for others,

Our matter is transformed to feed our brothers,

Here for a moment, gone for a second, Jupiters moons call to us from the distance,

Something greater always beckons,

Out interests ebb and flow, they’ll come and go, meaningful and meaningless, does it matter? I don’t know,

Just let me relate and appreciate,

the beauty of Earth and then we can validate,

Each others existence, with persistence,

We can travel to new worlds with no thought for the distance,

The greatness of the mind, as it composes a reality,

Sets the beats and bars in place, the humour and the tragedy,

Poets, and speakers, dictators and preachers, try to catch my attention as I make love in the bleachers,

All talking and shouting, hoping and doubting, they flow together like an MC spitting in a fountain,

Your cup runneth over, then get a bigger cup, no man can know enough to ever be filled up,

The unlimited capacity, to absorb, absolve and revolve around the thoughts of audacity,

I would continue this ramble, but I’m out, don’t doubt that random thoughts of this universe is what I am about,

But I’m called by my obligations, trials and tribulations, waiting at the stations to reach my celebrations.

Hit me with a damn......

Tue, 30 Nov 2010 13:00:54 -0500

Built up, bricked up, stood up, looked up, picked up, spit up, “Quick, up!” never kissed up. Stressed out, pushed out, give out, live out, with-out, smoked out, no doubt. No hope, so dope, “Great Quote!” I’ll float, Time to move, find the groove, get it in, get it on, go it hard, or go on home, make a choice, shout it from the mountain top, only when you find your voice. I was there, now I’m here, everywhere, never near, distance travelled, I’m going back, don’t be stupid, she’s like crack, but it’s done, yeah but why, be a man, men can cry. Shed no tear, it’s a simple fear, you cheat in this game and everything becomes a blear…… ie line, just one more time, one more touch, one more taste, one slice of heaven, let me see your face. Get away, stay away, my mind travels back to that day, you built me up, bricked me up, stood me up, looked me up (on facebook), picked me, spit me, got me up, kissed me up, stressed me out, pushed me out, gave out, lived out and without, never smoked out with no doubt. Now we have no hope, without you I gotta be dope, find my inspiration from within, hey that’s a great quote, I’ll live without you, I can swim, but for now I’ll just float.

IM BACK AND IT FEELLLLS SO GOOD

Tue, 30 Nov 2010 10:38:16 -0500

justblue2:

SO GOOD