grace before meals

you wanna know why, what a fact is?
why the world tilts on its axis?
you see, half the folks are fucking obese,
because half the folks be stuffing they beaks,
then spend all day just "livinitup",
then sucking their teeth, wanting more
while the other half got nothing to eat,
instead they got flies overrunning their cheeks,
and they're so overwhelmingly weak,
that they can't even cry,
with no food to sprinkle with the salt in their eyes,
(you can't make tears if you don't have water to drink)
with my own mouth filled dare i even bother to speak?
don't you know that the earth shall inherit the meek?

Amen.

no flaws (boogie man remix)

she got it all figured like numbers,
she MAD tight, plus+ she got those,
insatiable hungers
(so we mad tight),
her name, son, is wonder-
(woman!)
new york city thunder-
woman!
step niggaz unda,
(WOMAN!)
her heels clockin' beats,
like rhythm to a dancer's feet,
she got streets, booty shakin',
streets just achin' to be walked on,
smarts just achin' to be chalked on,
ignorant ballers who think she's jus sweets,
so they talk on in hopes for what lies beneath,
(but she balks) playin' her enemies,
just like L boogie, man,
elle boogies to beats of
most beautiful boogie men...

(say what?)

to see, to touch, to get, to want her,
a peek's enough to get you haunted,
to feed, to fuck, to trust, to love her
keep locked that lust unless she wants it,
trust me, she flaunts it, like NO other,
her name is, no flaws,
she ain't got no bothers,
to step to it she's undaunted.
she'll get UP, inna yuh FACE,
Queen bee put a bitch in her place,
all the way from NY to D8,
if Badness was time she'd neva be late,
(so don't even think to come play-her hate...)

semi atheistic machine guns

i came as an empty slate,
unmarked and unspoiled,
but alive
i learned through mimicry,
i absorbed both the ignorance/hate,
and knowledge/love,
a thirsty soil,
SO alive!
i searched for divinity,
i embraced and cherished
beliefs through faith, then
i tore them down
through mathematics/probability,
and my heart's still heavy
so my mind digs deep
so my truths converge
as my thoughts tend infinity,

i just ask a small favour...
if you'd lend me eternity.

elijah's song / humanity i love you

the teachers said i talked too much, i saw too much, i thought too much, i brought, danger in my speeches, my reach was, much-further than my arm left 'em charmed, but alarmed at its message, i dropped bombs with the blessings, the questions and the lessons for life, my best guesses, to face reality but keep calm despite stresses, i'm messing with the children's minds, i'm brain stretching, to ready them for dangerous times when rains catch em, i do this for the kids who lack the base amenities, who through chapped and hungry lips all learn to use obscenities, for want of opportunity the rampant inequality, of an economic system wreaking havoc on its children, enslaving our women while we bitching 'bout religion, getting played by politicians not intent upon delivering. yet still we keep on wishing, waiting on more loaves and fishes, what is all this wishful thinking while we should be building bridges, dare we overcome divisions whether race or creed or class? why be so afraid of mixing up this place let's leave the past, it's just simple integration of my nations and my peoples, nothing deep, assimilation of the domes amidst the steeples, sow i seeds to feed the fire, see the dire need to try, rather be a failed messiah, than the voice who never cried...

war / humanity i hate you

i got a vision, to penetrate minds with precision,
my mission, to generate rhymes with real wisdom,
you listenin'? my squinted eye sees through the system,
rich christians teaching the children religion, /
hatred of muslims cuz they want the oils,
it's capitalism, the war for the spoils,
leavin' sores bloody boils cuz the greed is malignant,
oil company chieftains bleedin dry middle easterns,/
if you breed terrorism you gon' breathe terrorism,
how much you wan bet there be more jumbo jets?
yet you fret bout iraq, round up muslims in nets,
like you did with the blacks to come build up the west!/
what the fuck you expect! when you break people's backs?
they gon' come at your necks with the jihadi's axe,
that's a fact! i drop bombs in my raps to spread peace,
to open up eyes to the bombs in the east,/
that spread pieces of children all up in the streets,
all darker complexions bowing down to the beast,
but their rage must release,
so they start insurrections,
in memory of family deceased...

that's the trial,
the spirals of war,
it's our virus
it's the human disease,
and what's more...
it's bound to repeat,


[think method man "stimulation" instrumental]

rebel music v. 1

confused yet wise, i question the western authority,
expose the lies, the hypocrisy.
the less than majority, take thousands of lives,
claim to be civilized,
yet send spies out to follow me!
i quest for equality,
at best i speak quality,
at worst i spit honesty,
like cold off my chest.
and i'm stressed,
that my peoples still think that they blessed,
with diamonds and record deals
but low scores on tests.
my mind will not rest, or relent,
imma hustle for cents and for sense,
burn that weed, i'm incensed
so i rise up like smoke through the vents,
til the leaders repent and revoke our rents,
cuz they too fuckin high

rap da belles

some women seek the superficial life design,
satisfied with only little things and simple minds,
how the habit of their sciolisms keeps them blind!
to the passion of the higher rhythms life’s defined.
but i’m smilin',
for my sisters share my ill refinements,
precious diamonds,
t' you i give my will, my science,

my light, my lightning,
my strength, my violence,
my truth, my youth,
my screams, my silence…

how high you lift me up,
i can see horizons,
love stands me tall on the shoulders of giants,
and may giants bow low to your fineness...