and so i'll fire up some incense,
and let the vinyl spin.
Monday, December 28, 2009
For once I wish I could sleep.
What is it that doesn't turn off?
This ability to shutdown ones body, how can I obtain it?
Why is it so easy for others to just drift off into dreams?
Why must I rely on pills to obtain this biological function at a reasonable time?
I dream of being able to sleep in minutes.....ironic
And how can I lose a slipper that quickly?
I think I'm insane.
What is it that doesn't turn off?
This ability to shutdown ones body, how can I obtain it?
Why is it so easy for others to just drift off into dreams?
Why must I rely on pills to obtain this biological function at a reasonable time?
I dream of being able to sleep in minutes.....ironic
And how can I lose a slipper that quickly?
I think I'm insane.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
I enjoy reflecting. Thinking about the past, present, future. I might do it too much, I don't really know.
The earth is fun to think about...you can't even comprehend the universe in its entirety. Mass space, connected.
I only have one life, I must cherish it.
I like you...a lot
I like this...a lot
You exceed everything i've seen in any other girl. By ohso much.
Simply put..you're an amazing person
The earth is fun to think about...you can't even comprehend the universe in its entirety. Mass space, connected.
I only have one life, I must cherish it.
I like you...a lot
I like this...a lot
You exceed everything i've seen in any other girl. By ohso much.
Simply put..you're an amazing person
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Yo, in a hundred years from now
Everyone who's living on this planet will be dead
So it's inconsequential really
All the shit that you talk
All the bullshit that you stand for
It's more important what, what your ready to build
What you're ready to pass down to your children
What you're ready to create
You better fucking remember that
When you challenge a mother fucker like me
Remember, I'm the dominant species
I'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic
The government is psychotically racist and robotic
The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic
Erotic conspiracy theory becomes reality
Life is war, and every day's a battle to me
I'm on the brink of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split personalities
But I elevate to the point of reversing gravity
Revolutionary conceptuality spitting out of me
Even the dead people in my family tell me they proud of me
Stupidity's not allowed by me
'cause I don't got time to play
I'm the black whole lyricist that'll take your shine away
Darkness at any time of day
I'm the Technique and your nobody so what you trying to say
Stellar density becomes your physical alignment
1.8 billion tons per square inch confinement
Yo, yo, yo, I drop knowledge so heavy it leaves the world unbalanced
Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge
I'm the lyrical apocalypse that crumbles the granite
Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet
Yo, yo, lyrically I'm infinite like possibilities
But you don't have the capability like infertility
'cause opening your mouth to question my validity
Is like trying to contradict the theory of relativity
When I spit is the epitome of heavy artillery
My enemies are obsessed with me like the bitch in Misery
But break out like father running form responsibility
Every time I step and abuse the mic with versatility
I balance humility, with brutal instinct
I'll make your whole cypher look like those crackers from N'Sync
And I don't care about your link, or your luxury car
I shed light with more magnitude than all of the stars
My breyon talk pick thick
So don't ever talk shit
And remember something nigga, while you rave and rant
A roach can live for nine days without its head but you can't
I'm explicit like video tapes of conjugal visits
Some niggaz are too stupid to understand it like astrophysics
Technique is exquisite
I'll make your thoughts a victory
Get pessimistic with the quickness
If you think that I will just become another statistic with anything but success
When I bless the mic as I spit this
Specifically prolific with coprocessor coma type sickness
My style is like a ten year old child with a slit wrist, too much reality
For the fucking hit list
I got a Black Panther mentality with a spick fist
So you can get dissed
Even if you're locally gold, vocally bold, or globally
Multi-platinum sold
I'm emotionally cold, disciplined, and ready to kill
Like spirits in the same room with you, I'm giving you chills
I drop knowledge while these mother fuckers clumsily spill
And I drop it so heavy, it leaves the world unbalanced
Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge
I'm the lyrically apocalypse that crumbles the granite
Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet
Everyone who's living on this planet will be dead
So it's inconsequential really
All the shit that you talk
All the bullshit that you stand for
It's more important what, what your ready to build
What you're ready to pass down to your children
What you're ready to create
You better fucking remember that
When you challenge a mother fucker like me
Remember, I'm the dominant species
I'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic
The government is psychotically racist and robotic
The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic
Erotic conspiracy theory becomes reality
Life is war, and every day's a battle to me
I'm on the brink of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split personalities
But I elevate to the point of reversing gravity
Revolutionary conceptuality spitting out of me
Even the dead people in my family tell me they proud of me
Stupidity's not allowed by me
'cause I don't got time to play
I'm the black whole lyricist that'll take your shine away
Darkness at any time of day
I'm the Technique and your nobody so what you trying to say
Stellar density becomes your physical alignment
1.8 billion tons per square inch confinement
Yo, yo, yo, I drop knowledge so heavy it leaves the world unbalanced
Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge
I'm the lyrical apocalypse that crumbles the granite
Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet
Yo, yo, lyrically I'm infinite like possibilities
But you don't have the capability like infertility
'cause opening your mouth to question my validity
Is like trying to contradict the theory of relativity
When I spit is the epitome of heavy artillery
My enemies are obsessed with me like the bitch in Misery
But break out like father running form responsibility
Every time I step and abuse the mic with versatility
I balance humility, with brutal instinct
I'll make your whole cypher look like those crackers from N'Sync
And I don't care about your link, or your luxury car
I shed light with more magnitude than all of the stars
My breyon talk pick thick
So don't ever talk shit
And remember something nigga, while you rave and rant
A roach can live for nine days without its head but you can't
I'm explicit like video tapes of conjugal visits
Some niggaz are too stupid to understand it like astrophysics
Technique is exquisite
I'll make your thoughts a victory
Get pessimistic with the quickness
If you think that I will just become another statistic with anything but success
When I bless the mic as I spit this
Specifically prolific with coprocessor coma type sickness
My style is like a ten year old child with a slit wrist, too much reality
For the fucking hit list
I got a Black Panther mentality with a spick fist
So you can get dissed
Even if you're locally gold, vocally bold, or globally
Multi-platinum sold
I'm emotionally cold, disciplined, and ready to kill
Like spirits in the same room with you, I'm giving you chills
I drop knowledge while these mother fuckers clumsily spill
And I drop it so heavy, it leaves the world unbalanced
Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge
I'm the lyrically apocalypse that crumbles the granite
Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
what are you fuckers looking at?
I'll be honest, there are very few people in my life that I care deeply for. Do I wish bad things upon the others? No, but most don't deserve my respect.
The few people that I do care for aka my family and very close friends, I would do anything for them, but lets be honest...the majority of people out there are assholes.
You think you know me? You haven't even scratched the surface, so don't run your mouth telling me how my problems are less significant, you don't know what I've been through. Keep in mind I'm not saying that I have had the worst life or that I haven't been blessed. What I am saying is that there are events.....memories, that have changed me and made me into who I am today. If you don't like who I am you can shove it up your ass because I don't give a fuck what you think. I am who I am. Deal with it.
The few people that I do care for aka my family and very close friends, I would do anything for them, but lets be honest...the majority of people out there are assholes.
You think you know me? You haven't even scratched the surface, so don't run your mouth telling me how my problems are less significant, you don't know what I've been through. Keep in mind I'm not saying that I have had the worst life or that I haven't been blessed. What I am saying is that there are events.....memories, that have changed me and made me into who I am today. If you don't like who I am you can shove it up your ass because I don't give a fuck what you think. I am who I am. Deal with it.
m-m-m-mary jane
My choice is what I choose to do,
And if I'm causing no harm, it shouldn't bother you.
Your choice is who you choose to be,
And if you're causin' no harm, then you're alright with me.
Herb the gift from the earth,
And what's from the earth is of the greatest worth.
So before you knock it try it first,
Oh, you'll see it's a blessing and not a curse.
And if I'm causing no harm, it shouldn't bother you.
Your choice is who you choose to be,
And if you're causin' no harm, then you're alright with me.
Herb the gift from the earth,
And what's from the earth is of the greatest worth.
So before you knock it try it first,
Oh, you'll see it's a blessing and not a curse.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Surprise, Surprise
You don't even know what's coming, but i do.
You'll know how i felt and for that, i'm sorry.
Somehow 'I told you so' just won't cut it this time though.
Shoulda listened to me when you had the chance.
The worst part is that it's almost entirely your fault.
Surprising this didn't come about sooner, but it will come soon.
Good Luck.
You'll know how i felt and for that, i'm sorry.
Somehow 'I told you so' just won't cut it this time though.
Shoulda listened to me when you had the chance.
The worst part is that it's almost entirely your fault.
Surprising this didn't come about sooner, but it will come soon.
Good Luck.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
If Winter Ends
I dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold winter set heart,
with heat to melt these frozen tears, and burned with reasons
as to carry on.
Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow
but I swear that I would follow anything,
just get me out of here.
And you get six months to adapt,
and you get two more to leave town.
and in the event that you do adapt, we still might not want you around.
But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose,
but I know that that's impossible now.
And so I drink to stay warm,
and to kill selected memories,
cause I just can’t think anymore about that or about her tonight.
and I give myself three days to feel better,
or else I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff,
cause if I can’t learn to make myself feel better,
how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?
and I scream for the sunlight or car to take me anywhere,
just get me past this dead and eternal snow,
cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happening,
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere,
just take me there,
just take me there,
just take me there,
and say and lie to me and say,
and lie to me and say,
it’s gonna be alright,
it's gonna be alright,
Yeah, you worry too much kid,
it's gonna be alright.
one that would cure me of this cold winter set heart,
with heat to melt these frozen tears, and burned with reasons
as to carry on.
Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow
but I swear that I would follow anything,
just get me out of here.
And you get six months to adapt,
and you get two more to leave town.
and in the event that you do adapt, we still might not want you around.
But I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose,
but I know that that's impossible now.
And so I drink to stay warm,
and to kill selected memories,
cause I just can’t think anymore about that or about her tonight.
and I give myself three days to feel better,
or else I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff,
cause if I can’t learn to make myself feel better,
how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?
and I scream for the sunlight or car to take me anywhere,
just get me past this dead and eternal snow,
cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happening,
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere,
just take me there,
just take me there,
just take me there,
and say and lie to me and say,
and lie to me and say,
it’s gonna be alright,
it's gonna be alright,
Yeah, you worry too much kid,
it's gonna be alright.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
hold your tongue
This can't be said, this can't be done.
nonononononononononononononono.
Fight it. Now is not the time.
Explosion imminent.
nonononononononononononononono.
Fight it. Now is not the time.
Explosion imminent.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Four walls surround me,
Chemically produced barriers,
Shut out nature,
Wires electrify and bring 'life',
Inhale dirty air,
I don't want to breath your air,
You've tainted it,
Mass production eats my lungs,
My body can't handle the destruction,
I reject your air,
I reject your ideals,
I reject your perfect world,
This is my last stand.
Chemically produced barriers,
Shut out nature,
Wires electrify and bring 'life',
Inhale dirty air,
I don't want to breath your air,
You've tainted it,
Mass production eats my lungs,
My body can't handle the destruction,
I reject your air,
I reject your ideals,
I reject your perfect world,
This is my last stand.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
WRITERS BLOCK
cathatmat dooooooooog.
we need to stop this, this can't go on, we need to end this, this won't stop, THIS WON'T STOP.
broken in a million pieces, hung up by a limb, we don't see what's happening...YOU do
notthetimeformargaritasbillmaybenextsundaywhenthey'renotaroundyouneverknowwhatyou'llfindinatincanoflove
CAN WE SEE, CAN WE SEE. ARE WE BLIND, ARE WE BLIND. WE'LL FLY TO THE MOON.
if a dog ate a sandwich, does that make it human?
we are animals. pure,raw,vicious,RAGE. do what you need to fulfill your animalistic needs.
NOT TOMORROW BUT THE NEXT DAY, THIS WILL ALL BE OVER AND WE WON'T HAVE TO THINK ANYMORE. YOU CAN THINK FOR US, WE WILL OBEY, WE ARE HERE TO OBEY. TELL US WHAT TO DO, WHAT TO LIKE, HOW TO LIVE. WE'LL SIT HERE AND PRETEND WE'RE FREE AND SMILE AT GRANDMA AND TELL HER HOW MUCH FUN WE'VE BEEN HAVING. OBEYOBEYOBEY. PUT DOWN YOUR GUNS AND SURRENDER, BUT WAIT! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SURRENDER, YOU'RE ALREADY A SLAVE. WORK YOU SLAVE, WORK AWAY. NOTHING WILL COME OF IT, TIME DECAYS ALL.
TIME WILL DESTROY. NATURE IS TIME. GOD IS NATURE. GOD IS AN ASSASSIN.
we need to stop this, this can't go on, we need to end this, this won't stop, THIS WON'T STOP.
broken in a million pieces, hung up by a limb, we don't see what's happening...YOU do
notthetimeformargaritasbillmaybenextsundaywhenthey'renotaroundyouneverknowwhatyou'llfindinatincanoflove
CAN WE SEE, CAN WE SEE. ARE WE BLIND, ARE WE BLIND. WE'LL FLY TO THE MOON.
if a dog ate a sandwich, does that make it human?
we are animals. pure,raw,vicious,RAGE. do what you need to fulfill your animalistic needs.
NOT TOMORROW BUT THE NEXT DAY, THIS WILL ALL BE OVER AND WE WON'T HAVE TO THINK ANYMORE. YOU CAN THINK FOR US, WE WILL OBEY, WE ARE HERE TO OBEY. TELL US WHAT TO DO, WHAT TO LIKE, HOW TO LIVE. WE'LL SIT HERE AND PRETEND WE'RE FREE AND SMILE AT GRANDMA AND TELL HER HOW MUCH FUN WE'VE BEEN HAVING. OBEYOBEYOBEY. PUT DOWN YOUR GUNS AND SURRENDER, BUT WAIT! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SURRENDER, YOU'RE ALREADY A SLAVE. WORK YOU SLAVE, WORK AWAY. NOTHING WILL COME OF IT, TIME DECAYS ALL.
TIME WILL DESTROY. NATURE IS TIME. GOD IS NATURE. GOD IS AN ASSASSIN.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Cruise Control
I will never want to date you while I can learn to hate you.
If you somehow learn to love me, well, that's just my luck.
I would never care if you only wanted my friendship,
but somehow you're disappointed that I'm not a slut.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you, so fuck you.
In my mind there is no doubt that you've been in
and out of many different backseats, many times before.
I can always see your defeat when I won't leave the front seat.
And it seems your disappointed that I'm not a whore.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you, so fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you, so fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you, so fuck you.
If you somehow learn to love me, well, that's just my luck.
I would never care if you only wanted my friendship,
but somehow you're disappointed that I'm not a slut.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you, so fuck you.
In my mind there is no doubt that you've been in
and out of many different backseats, many times before.
I can always see your defeat when I won't leave the front seat.
And it seems your disappointed that I'm not a whore.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you, so fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you, so fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you.
I don't want to fuck you, so fuck you.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
through the fog this will all become clear,
you make a minute last a year.
time is objective deceiving us all
enemies can make us crawl.
now a thought just came to mind,
could you and me fall behind?
lets break from the group,
this ever constant grinding loop.
now i have just one digression,
which leaves me with this complex question.
can you take the leap,
wake me from this eternal sleep.
you make a minute last a year.
time is objective deceiving us all
enemies can make us crawl.
now a thought just came to mind,
could you and me fall behind?
lets break from the group,
this ever constant grinding loop.
now i have just one digression,
which leaves me with this complex question.
can you take the leap,
wake me from this eternal sleep.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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