bullets

for once i'm not subtle! i’ll clock your ass faster than iron chef master kitchen skills to come chop you, bitchin still? i knock your ass, flatter than a slap with a shovel, dishevelled, so to spit at my level you betta blast mad like the shuttle, cuz i rock the brass knuckle with the rat on the bezel, my beretta blasts glad, even wetta than, overcast skies and bad weather [man!] keep you grounded, your whole verse surrounded, with bursts of explicit split second wit so wicked i reckon it leave you neatly astounded, completely dumbfounded, bird dead on a wire, son i was bred on gunfire, never tire rap sire I’m crowned with, you floundered, so bounce it or bow the fuck down you clown kid, i bury you underground, terrified hellward bound, with bullets in stereo sound...

WHAT.

mic's, i rock it. so chill.

punch drunk

this wildflower...

come see how she dances,
i'm sold like a valentine card,
my god!
if she'd gimme two chances,
just let me try to dabble romantic,
tongue-tied,
butterfly thoughts...
scramble me frantic,
so bear with my silly-boy antics,
my lips look for wit but i'm lyrically stranded,
and my breath left, deft like a bandit,
when i saw her standing...
(damn!)
love overflowed my cup,
punch drunk,

love fill up an ocean,
lover swim strong,
love'll make her my island,

love will...

rebel music v. 2

in my dreams cash money had my pockets swollen burstin seams,
hunnies saw my golden chest wrists frozen with this cream,
it would seem that this life i had chosen, had everything,
but knowledge of self, i lacked the inner, the very thing,
lost in the forage for wealth, i backtracked, a sinner,
so i returned to the college of self
and i saw i was beautiful,
before was just booty filled,
ice on my crucifix.
now i am duty filled,
to fill my mind up
with all things high up
break the mental chains,
that got my people tied up,
start the climb up these mountains of loot,
in the search for the fountain of truth,
i'm on it
did you know that knowledge is gold?
but in this world all that glitters is SOLD
to the masses,
still stuck in mental marasmus,
even as time passes,
the children grow bitter and cold,
cuz their classes teach them nothing at all,
just how to hustle in halls,
i've seen them hustle and fall,
cuz they got no wisdom
from a corrupt school system
and corrupt poli-trick-cians
eye me closely,
so mostly i flipped 'em,
off in defiance,
my dictum is science,
to sic' em
to get full compliance,

so hear me.

another day another dollar

another day another dollar

sometimes i feel most of our human "civilization" is not consciously aware that human behaviour throughout history has been shaped almost entirely by economics, not in pedantic sense of the word, but in terms of the need to survive, and rather in more modern times, the need to survive comfortably. no matter what culture, what religion, what race, the instinctual desire to survive binds us all together in nature and tears us all apart in reality. why? because our ever growing numbers of physical selves depend on physical resources that are 'finite' mostly because our acquired knowledge and technology is limited. and of course this is compounded by the insistence of our ancestors on emphazing differences and division along these lines. while on this tangent, let me say the condoning of statements such as "i am proud to be a Trinidadian" or "god bless America" is one of humanity's greatest failures. the only true unity is mathematical "unity", one. when humankind sees this truth and applies it, when each member of society can internalize the utility function of every other, only then will we see peace.


how sad it is then that we, whose frantic clamouring for control of resources has left probably 95% of recorded history marked by war, set the curve on the standards of "civilization". in my mind the, utterly remonstrable*, manifestation of all this in modern society is the aggrandizement of wealth and western capitalism. that the accumulation of wealth is held above the accumulation of knowledge is remarkably pitiful. i used to be fooled by the illusion of modern educational institutions. it would seem however that most such processes meant to advance knowledge are merely a subset of the processes those in control set up to advance wealth, rather than the preferable converse. (and if you doubt me just read the newspapers. progress is only proclaimed when you demonstrate sustainable macroeconomic growth. and what that means is that you buy more, sell more, produce more, and pollute more.) so embedded is this artificial construct across society that even those who cherish knowledge more than wealth is forced into the wealth generating machine. this idea occured to me as i saw my MIT classmates walk off the commencement stage one by one, an opera of worker drones coming off an assembly line, primed for industry, champions of productivity.

i mean. who am i to talk. here i am. a trinidadian in america for purposes of milking this cash cow, using educational attainment as a signalling mechanism to draw potential employers. a nonresident alien with an immigrant agenda. but at least i have my principles to guide me, right?

anyway, now that i have presented one view let me clarify some things. i don't think that the accumulation of wealth is a bad thing in and of itself. there are obvious positive externalities that come hand in hand with it, including accumulation of knowledge. however, what i think is wrong with the world is how things are prioritized. that is, wealth and knowledge is the end and the incidence respectively, whereas it should be the other way around in my opinion. for the sake of humankind's sustainable existence. i hope that the thinking man may choose the following principle as a worthwhile compromise:

education will give you a living,
edification will give you a life.


*remonstrable may only be a word in my own personal dictionary but i LOVE how it sounds. tis my favorite

children crying

i been bothered since the days in the womb,
listenin to our fathers crying out from the tomb,
"sons of slaves, from our graves we must teach you,
to know your fate, so let ours words reach you.
life is your right, your pact as descendants,
to stand up and fight and exact our vengeance,
so go take the night...", muthafuck! i got penchants
for bringing beef, so god made this my penance.
three bloody mary's and a loaded rifle,
end your misery like the bad disciple,
you judas bitches!
you selling souls for thirty pieces of silver!
get bullet holes from dirty pieces of lead,
leave me in peace to contemplate and to filter,
these heavy thoughts that resonate in my head.

[think cilvaringz "war and peace" instrumental]

old school reactivated

i'm deeper than the marianas to be honest,
i swallow shiploads of all the rappers who be on this,
quest for pretty frills with shitty lines on a page,
test my witty skills with gritty rhymes on a stage,
my wisdom defies my age,
i'm like a patient sage,
a young kingdom filled with ancient rage,
as the world turns i stand still, evolving,
as man turns the world to a revolving landfill,
just seeking to get their hands filled,
with gold and grandeur,
my heart is heavy like anvils
but my brain's lit up like a candle
droppin insane shit that you can't handle
my angles, leave MC's in a tangle
with knots so tight,
the coroner said "dem cats was strangled"