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4:31 AM 1/21/2015

simon amstell live at the bbc.

time: 19;05

"im very impatient to live in this time and the things that are considered...normal.

people talk about the past, and history, and how that was all ridiculous..how could any of that have happned?


I like to be..in the future, now. Or somewhere else...So i Can look back in time, and say, "remember when... (19;38)

    ..remember when people got married.. before they trusted that Love will be enough,

"Oh, it's just our one special day. Our one special day."

And then what? Do you remember that 'special day' before we sat on the sofa and never got up again. "I was thin, wasn' I?" "You were thin."

We made it all up, marriage. It's not a naturally occurring thing. We had to have all this romantic language: "Will you marry me?"

Because it couldn't be the truth, which is: "Will you please save me from my loneliness, depression, and fear!"

Because people would just have said, "I'm quite busy."

    ..remember when we all thought money was the answer...  (time: 22;25 ::

*    ..And do you remember when people felt proud of where they came from?    *

..like it was something to do with them? It's just where you happen to fall out of your mother's vagina.

"Oh, I'm so proud to be British." --May as well be proud to be Cesarean!

And all these seperate flags...If you're going to have a flag, have one flag! Have a flag of a vagina.

So you can meet people and you can go, "Oh, Hi!    Where are you from?" "Oh, same as me! Let's be friends!"

How was peace finally achieved? The introduction, of the vagina flag.

            **    **    **    **    **time: 23;00 . ETA    4:49 AM 1/21/2015

derren brown infamous 2014

time: 0;30

"we are all trapped. Inside our own heads. And our beliefs and understandings, about the world, are limited by our perspective.

...i came out when i was 31, realized i was gay when i was a teenager...thats 15 years of denying a large part of who i was. dreading sex, feeling like you don't fit in... and then many years later you realize, 'i've got to come out.' you've got to tell people about it at some point.

And when you do, This is my point. If you have any, any secret- whatever it is. Anything that you, that you carry around with you, and that you couldn't possibly tell people - when you finally do.

When you finally sum up the courage to get this biiig thing off your chest. You realize,.. people don't care.

They don't care. Not really. Not even your best friends, in the nicest way, don't reeaally care.

Because they're also trapped inside their own heads- They are the centers of their own wooorrlds, and stuff you're saying to them is just some information about you, really..that's all it is.

Like what I'm telling you now- It's big stuff for me but for you it's just some information about me.

The novelist, David Foster Wallace. Said, brilliantly I think, "You'll worry a lot less about what other people think of you, when you realize how seldom they do."

That's very good. But we're terrible at realizing what's going on in other people's heads because we are trapped inside our own.

And one consequence of that. Is that we're particularly bad at realizing how fundamentally similar we all are.

So if you're in your thirties. I'm talking to you now. (time: 2;10)(14;48::

    I would like to give you a gift. A relaxing nap. and this relaxing nap will be such that for the brief amount of time that you are in it. It will be the equivalent of spending a week at a very expensive, exclusive, spaaa. Somewhere.

You can all take part of this and get a taste of what it's like. Because it's so good for you and it feels amazing.

So if you'd like to do it, please, stand up. Up you get. Up you get! c'mon, feet flat on the floor, stand yourself up.

If you stand with your hands down by your sidesss. And stand with your feet about a hips width apart. And you can stand quite solidly. Quite comfortably..Good! Any of you watching from home, this will have no influence on you. You can watch the show quite safely and I won't have any influence on you at home. So don't worry about that. I'm not quite going to hypnotize you- it's a little bit different. Because I want you to be aware of it. That's the whole point. So that you can enjoy it. Ok, good.

So take a look at me.::scratches nose 1 second --then quickly reaches hand out, pointer finger out --

Take a deep breath, right the way in, now.
::squeezes hand and raises it from hip to head to overhead::
Bring it all the way in. Right the way in.
::breathes in::
Then, let it out.
::exhales::
Again, deep breath all the way iiiinnnnn. . . .  . and out...
and again, all the way innnn, And out!
::cut lights to black::
Now! Tense up the muscles in your feet and your legs.
And with your eyes closed now, Listen very carefully, You're keeping your eyes closed.
In a moment..I'm going to count to three. And click my fingers.
When I do. You will go straight down into this sleep state.
You'll remain standing. Your head will drop down, your breathing will become lovely and deep and rhythmical..
And you can just sink straight down. Still hearing and understanding everything. Here we go.
(time: 16;30) (19;10::

    One thing that really interests me about this fact that we are trapped inside our own heads, we are the center of our own world, is that we tend to think that problems in life are real and solid and permanent.

The reality is. Those same things, just viewed from a different perspective, can suddenly seem, temporary and flimsy.     (time:21;30 ::

    I want you to think of something in your life, I won't ask you what it is- Something that makes you feel. Something that feels like it's big and getting on top of you at the moment. That feels like it's weighing you down.

Now whatever you're thinking of: If you run it through in your mind as if it were a movie. If you think it through, to get those feelings,

You'll notice, You make that movie screen up here. You make it big- and on top of you, which is why it feels like that. Alright?

Now if you shrink that down, to the size of an Ipad. And then bring that down here and take a look at it there instead.

Now watch the same thing, but on that little screen.

It no longer feels like it's on top of you cuz now you're on top of it.

The same thing but from a very different perspective.

In fact, as you watch it there now, You'll feel a real feeling of confidence and stability moving through you.

        ::whoo, i've been transcribing dBrownInfmous for 3 minutes shy of an hour!0!::

..a very different experience, as you watch. That can expand up to your chest and shoulders. THat's good. It can feel really good. As you start to feel like a giant. Towering above this thing that used to feel like a problem, as you feel like a collossas, towering above the stage, good! Solid, and confident. That's good. Lower your hand into the box now.

    12:39 AM 1/29/2015
.5    heyo whoo12:41 AM 1/29/2015 got wireless keyboard to work. aight, so i studied 45 plus minutes, started the diswhwasher, and i veen walked rosa cuz she was going all hyper, and then i smoked and then i paced. and i was thinking...well eventually i started paying attention to my physical sensations like my feet hitting the gorund and i actually felt a force pulling me forward...the biggest item is to study for math... and my other one is laundry. laundry all right. laundry. i really want to do that laundry then stretch out in the gym and chill and talk. and do my forty five minute bouts of math. ...and type/ think my innermost feelings. .... and do what with those..? most these writings will be gone by tommoorow. jeez. jeez loius man. its ray dan. idk. huh what/ basically--- i got focus on my lofty goals...feelings. happiness, securtiy/stability, independence, love.... i think i need to see these things more clearly. and whatever my past ideal was...uh, i dont even want to picture it,, should i even try? why? to then pick it apart for not being me anymore???i guesss a power trip was a big part of it, loyalty, control, puddy.. 12:54 AM 1/29/2015 should i do laundry ya think.

6:56 AM 2/5/2015
:OY: I can type up PlasticLittle- Fifth Chambre. boo boo. heyo... hahah. i think i ll look up brooks lib hours do it open seven or sevenT;hrity. THe opening time is: 7:30!!! that is half an hour from now YIPPEEE> when i get there I can.... do this....um.,,,, math. mostly math but perhaps I'll read/catch up in cs302 and even see Dr. Lulofse during office hours and just tell him "I'm lost, buster." ...like, tkhe whole "Logarithmic running time ???" double-u tee eff is all that noise aboot.???! bwa buh-duh-quah! bdwaaH! ---thats the noise ive been making with my mouth through the night...or perhaps i should say: BDWAAh! <---tis' the noise my mouth's been making (whether I'm conscious of it or not) all night this Febuary 4/5 wed/th night/morning.

7:16 AM 2/5/2015

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Once upon a time in the projects
An O.G. saw a young Bun B as a prospect
Thought that I would understand the streets from a very young age
So he opened up the G code to the front page
He sat me on the porch, said, "This where little dogs sit"
Pointed at the yard, said, "That's where big dogs shit"
He said, "Don't leave til your ass get growed
Whatever you want is whatever you can have
Bring the pain and leave em wet, like they soaking in some salve
When you step out on the ave, make sure they wanna see ya
Cause being trill is an onomatopoeia
Be about it like a G, never let them catch you slipping
Try to be a Jordan, but settle for a Pippen"
Player, I ain't even tripping, but I don't really care
Cause my pistol's in your face, so put your hands in the air

[Hook:]
And you know just how it go
We ain't playing round with that bullshit
Cracker, we ain't let that shit go
This real G shit, you gotta show respect

[Verse 3: T.I.]
In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, banana clip
From Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm repping this Atlanta shit
Honky trying to handle up, let's see can they handle this
A hundred round at em, that ain't no Louisiana shit
Drinking on that Hennessey, blowing on that cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare, trap cracker fantasy
Record full of felonies, searching for a better me
But choppers go off in my hood like Iraq, Cuba, Tel Aviv
Pretty cracker, let him be, fuck him, shorty
Sucker cracker I'll never be, don't give a fuck about it
Quick to round up on that Audi, make em get the fuck up out it
Cracker better be about it, he deserve it he allow it
What's a coward to a kamikaze?
He ain't robbed a man, ain't predator or prey; the law of nature where I stay
I catch you slipping with that K, ain't no illusion, no confusion

[Hook:]
And you know just how it go
We ain't playing round with that bullshit
Nigga, we ain't let that shit go
This real G shit, you gotta show respect

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Wha-da-da-dang, wha-da-da-da-da-dang
Listen to my clip before that five go bang
Bang bang, guap time, rep game
We the readers of the books and the leaders of the crooks
Predators, we eyeballing all of y'all lames
Let me fall off, I'm taking all of y'all chains
All of y'all watches and all of y'all cars
Well, who you talking to? All of y'all stars
All of y'all rappers and producers and such
No homo promo, homie, you might get your ass touched
Like Def Jam circa '83, you get rushed
If you rolling with some winners, then you rolling with us
I know some dope country crackers, but them crackers ain't weak
Know they dressing looking hard, but them crackers ain't cheap
I don't make dance music, this is R.A.P
Opposite of the sucker shit they play on T.V

7:19 AM 2/5/2015
7:28 AM 2/5/2015 vompu...computer shut down on me...

List of Demands (Reparations)
Saul Williams

    I want my money back.

    I'm down here drowning in your fat.

    You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack.

    I ain't afraid of you.

    I'm just a victim of your fear.

    You cower in your tower praying that I'll disappear,

    I got another plan,

    one that requires me to stand.

    On the stage or in the street, don't need no microphone or beat.

    And when you hear this song,

    if you ain't dead then sing along.

    Bang and strum to these here drums til you get where you belong.

    

    I got a list of demands

    written on the palm of my hands.

    I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.

    We're living hand to mouth!

    You wanna be somebody? See somebody? Try and free somebody?

    I gotta list of demands

    written on the palm of my hands.

    I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.

    We're living hand to mouth! Hand to mouth!

    

    I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room.

    I jumped up on my bed today and played it on a broom.

    I didn't think that it would be a song that you would hear,

    but when I played it in my head, I made you reappear.

    I wrote a video for it and I acted out each part.

    Then I took your picture out and taped it to my heart.

    I've taped you to my heart dear girl, I've taped you to my heart

    and if you pull away from me you'll tear my life apart.

    

    I got a list of demands

    written on the palm of my hands.

    I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.

    We're living hand to mouth!

    You wanna be somebody? See somebody? Try and free somebody?

    I gotta list of demands

    written on the palm of my hands.

    I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.

    We're living hand to mouth! Hand to mouth!

    

    Ecstacy, suffering,

    Echinacea, bufferin.

    We aim to remember what we choose to forget.

    God's just a baby

    and her diaper is wet.

    

    Call the police!

    I'm strapped to the teeth

    and liable to disregard your every belief.

    Call on the law!

    I'm fixin' to draw

    a line between what is and seems and call up a brawl.

    Call'em up now!

    'cause it's about to go pow!

    I'm standing on the threshold of the ups and the downs.

    Call up a truce!

    'cause I'm about to bust loose.

    Protect ya neck,'cause, son, I'm breaking out of my noose.

    

    I got a list of demands

    written on the palm of my hands.

    I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.

    We're living hand to mouth!

    You wanna be somebody? See somebody? Try and free somebody?

    I gotta list of demands

    written on the palm of my hands.

    I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand.

    We're living hand to mouth! Hand to mouth!

Black Stacey
Saul Williams

    I used to hump my pillow at night.

    The type of silent prayer to make myself prepare for the light.

    Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten

    and the highest number got to be my pillows pretend.

    Now I apologize to every high ranker.

    But you taught me how to dream and so I also thank ya.

    I never had the courage to approach you at school.

    We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool.

    But I was just covering up all the insecurities that came bubbling up.

    My complexion had me stuck in an emotional rut,

    like the time you Flavor Flaved me and you played me Yo Chuck,

    they say you're too black,

    man I think I'm too black.

    Mom, do you think I'm too black? I think I'm too black.

    I think I'm too black.

    I think I'm too black. Black Black Black Black.

    

    Black Stacey.

    They called me Black Stacey.

    I never got to be myself 'cause to

    myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots

    and paisley, a double goose

    and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.

    I was Black Stacey.

    the preachers' son from Haiti

    who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.

    I was Black Stacey.

    you thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.

    

    I used to use bleaching creme, 'til Madame CJ Walker walked into my dreams.

    I dreamt of being white and

    complimented by you, but the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes.

    Now, I apologize for bottling up

    all the little things you said that warped my head and my gut.

    Even though I always told you not to

    brag about the fact that your great grand

    mother was raped by her slave master. Yeah, I became

    militant too.

    So it was clear on every level I was blacker than you.

    I turned you on to Malcolm X and

    Assata Shakur in my three quarter elephant goose with the fur.

    I had the high top fade

    with the steps on the side.

    I had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride.

    I had the sheep skin, name

    belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash Vasco, chicken and waffle.

    

    Black Stacey.

    They called me Black Stacey.

    I never got to be myself 'cause to

    myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots

    and paisley, a double goose

    and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.

    I was Black Stacey.

    the preachers' son from Haiti

    who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.

    I was Black Stacey.

    you thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.

    

    Now here's a little

    message for you.

    All you baller playa's got some insecurities too,

    that you could cover up, bling it up, cash in and ching ching it up,

    hope no one will bring it up,

    lock it down and string it up.

    Or you can share your essence with us,

    'cause everything about you couldn't be rugged and ruff.

    And even though you tote a

    glock and you're hot on the

    streets, if you dare to share your heart, we'll nod a head to

    its beat.

    And you should do that, if nothing else, to prove

    that a player like you could keep it honest and true. Don't mean to call your bluff but

    mothafucka that's what I do.

    You got platinum chain

    then, son, I'm probably talking to you.

    And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew.

    And while you're at it get them addicts and the indigent too. I plan to have a whole army

    by the time that I'm through to load their guns with songs they haven't sung

    Like

    

    Black Stacey.

    They called me Black Stacey.

    I never got to be myself 'cause to

    myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots

    and paisley, a double goose

    and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.

    I was Black Stacey.

    the preachers' son from Haiti

    who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.

    I was Black Stacey.

    you thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.

African Student Movement
Saul Williams

    Freedom, ignorance, jealousy, belligerence, anger, self-control, tolerance, to and fro, wisdom, ecstacy, addiction, dependency, discipline, counter act, pray for peace, then attack. Dominance. Contradict. Upper class derelict. Downgrade. Downsize. Upstate. Uprise.

    

    Now tell me, where my niggas at? Now tell me, where my niggas at? Now tell me, where my niggas at? Now tell me where my nigga at?

    

    Downtown. On the block. At the club. Steaming hot. Dancing. Talking shit. Telling lies. Like a pimp. Meanwhile, underpaid. Read like, second grade. Uncle Sam, sign you up. Benefits. And a gun.

    

    Now tell me, where my niggas at? Now tell me, where my niggas at? Now tell me, where my niggas at? Now tell me where my nigga at?

    

    African People. African people. African People. African People.

    Shotgun. Shotgun. Shotgun. Shotgun.

    

    Rise up. Over-stand. Stand your ground. Own your land. Serve all. Love all. Never sleep. Never fall. Meditate. Eat right. Pray first. Then fight. But for truth. Not for fame. Not for glory. Or the game.

    

    Now tell me, where my niggas at? Now tell me, where my niggas at? Now tell me, where my niggas at? Now tell me where my nigga at?

    

    African People. African people. African People. African People.

    Shotgun. Shotgun. Shotgun. Shotgun.

    

    Liberia. Iraq. Dark brown. Light black. South Africa. Mozambique. Mud hut. Concrete. AIDS ridden. Heart disease. Strange fruit. Southern trees. Sierre Leone. Diamond mines. Cameroon. Pipe lines. Port au Prince. Salvadore. Civil right. Civil war. Zimbabwe. Trenchtown. Money makin'. Queens bound. BX. Shaolin. Uptown. Brooklyn. Upstate. Newburgh. Unseen. Unheard.

    

    Now tell me, where my niggas at? Now tell me, where my niggas at? Now tell me, where my niggas at? Now tell me where my nigga at?

    

    African People. African people. African People. African People.

    Shotgun. Shotgun. Shotgun. Shotgun.
SonG: Penny fo a THoUGHT. by: Sauly Willis
Cancel the apocalypse
Cartons of the Milky Way with pictures of a missing planet
Last seen in pursuit of an American dream
This fool actually thinks he can drive his hummer on the moon
Blasting DMX off the soundtrack of a south park cartoon

Niggas used to buy their families out of slavery
Now we buy chains and links, smokes and drinks
They're paying me to record this, even more if you hear it
Somebody tell me what you think I should do with the money
Yes, friend tell me what you think I should do with the money

Exactly how much is it gonna cost to free mumia?
What's he gonna do with his freedom? Talk on the radio?
Radio programming is just that, a brainwashin' gleamed of purpose
To be honest, some freedom of speech makes me nervous
And you looking for another martyr in the form of a man
Hair like a mane with an outstretched hand

In a roar of hearts, thoughts, reactionary defensiveness and counter
Intelligence What exactly is innocence?
Fuck it, I do believe in the existence of police brutality
Who do I make checks payable to?

A young child stares at a glowing screen transfixed by tales of violence
His teenage father tells him that that's life, not that Barney shit
A purple dinosaur that speaks of love, a black man that speaks of blood
Which one is keeping it real, son? Who manufactured your steel, son?

Hardcore, ancient elements at the earth's core
Fuck it, I'mma keep speaking 'til my throats sore
An emcee told a crowd of hundreds to put their hands in the air
An armed robber stepped to a bank
And told everyone to put their hands in the air
A Christian minister gives his benediction
While the congregation hold their hands in the air
Love the image of the happy Buddha with his hands in the air

Hands up and feel confused, define tomorrow
Your belief system ain't louder than my car system
Nigga walked down my block with his rotwiler
A sub woofer on a leash each one teach one

The DJ spins a new philosophy into a barren mind, I can't front on it
My head nods as if to clear the last image from an etch-a-sketch
Something like Rakim said, I could quote any emcee, but why should I?
How would it benefit me? Karmic repercussions

Are your tales of reality worth their sonic laced discussions?
Suddenly, the ground shivers and quakes, a newborn startles and wakes
Her mother rushes to her bed side to hold her to her breast

Milk of sustenance heals and nourishes
From the depths of creation life still flourishes
Yet we focus on death and destruction, violence, corruption
My people, let Pharaoh go

What have you bought into? How much will it cost to buy you out?
What have you bought into? How much will it cost to buy you out?
What have you bought into? How much will it cost to buy you out?

How much it gonna cost to buy you out of my mind?
Penny for a thought, y'all niggas is half steppin' wastin' my time
Please, nigga what? You talkin' to me?
Please baby, baby, baby can I borrow
Can I borrow a nickel, a dime, and that quarter

Penny for a thought, penny for a thought
How much will it cost to buy you out of buyin' into a reality that
Originally bought you? Dime a dozen, y'all niggas a dime a dozen
Penny for a thought, nigga, c'mon, penny for a thought
Think fast, think fast, c'mon, time is money

Time is money, money is time
So I keep 7 o'clock in the bank and gain interest in the hour of God
I'm saving to buy my freedom, God, grant me wings, I'm too fly not to fly
I soared further past humans without wings so I soar
And fine tickling the feathers of my wings
Flying hysterically, over land numerically
I am seven mountains higher than the valley of death

Seven mountains higher than the valley of death
Seven dimensions deeper than dimensions of breath
Seven mountains higher than the valley of death
Seven dimensions deeper than dimensions of breath

We're performing an exorcism on all this keep it real-ism
Violence, sensationalism
In the name of the hip hop that nurtured me, cultured me
We are ordering all evil entities to exit this body, leave this body

In the name of microphone fiends and a young boy's b-boy dreams
We draw you to leave this body, leave this body
All evil entities, all wannabe emcees
Decoys, decoys, send in the true b-boys

The true b-boys be men, motherfuckers
Be men in the name of Scott la rock, in the name of T-la rock
Motherfuckers don't remember how to do the Reeboks
Walk, hop, I told you to leave this body, leave this body, leave this body
I told you to leave this body, leave this body

Motherfuckers must think I'm crazy
Shit, I think y'all motherfuckers is crazy
I want my fuckin' MTV
Penny for a thought, nigga, penny for a thought
What the fuck have you bought into?

sage francis
            
"Hopeless"

I played connect the dots with your beauty marks
And I ended up with picture perfect sheet music
I read your musical notes with a composer's eyes
And heard our song for the first time
My spine is still tingling, mental images of your fine tune
is what I've been nodding my head to lately
Every now and then you can catch me humming
your nudity under my heavy breath
I heavily suggest you resurrect
your ancient neglected dust collector
If you distrust the distance in my seldom plucked heart strings
Sit stripped before your full length
Perform your reflection backwards
Maybe then you will understand the rhythm in my movement
Listen when the news is sent
Extend when the rules are bent
I'll be waiting to take your leave
Make me a victim of your two step
Make me an apprentice of your body parts
Teach me to dance to your beauty marks
I'm stepping on toes here and I don't care
It's hopeless, it's hopeless
It's hopelessness holding this openess to blow a kiss
So close your lips but don't get pissed
and throw a fist at this vocalist
I'm not emotionless, in fact I broke my wrist
when I wrote the list of all those I miss
This is my poker face, Mister Feel Nothing




eminem rap god
Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble,
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances
You were just what the doctor ordered

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
It's actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
To keep up with the same pace looking boy

'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad
Singin' to a man while they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, he's too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill junky
But look at the accolades the skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?

7:37 AM 2/5/2015
"Untitled"
(feat. Scar)

[Verse 1:]
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant
Smoking white rhino on terraces
Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and cherish it?
Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, remarry it?
My sister say it's necessary on some Cleopatra shit
My grandmama said nope, never, that it's sacrilege
Tend to agree because the thought is so disparaging
The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like Mary did
That's why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas
It takes a woman's womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama
The world might take that child, turn that child into a monster
The Lord'll take a monster and fashion him a saint
I present you Malcolm X for those who saying that He can't
Saying that He won't, when I know He will
You usually don't know it's you until you getting killed
For real

[Hook: Scar]
Dear Lord, have mercy
On your once forgotten life like it's a game
We love
I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same
Cause people gonna lie
Some people gonna steal
You gotta be careful not to shit where you live
Them people might try to have you killed
Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield
For real

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
I ain't never gave a fuck
I never did and never will
Live my life on press appeal
Keep it true, keep it real
Better said, I keep it trill
And no matter who don't like it, homie
That's just how it is
Naked truth like the stripper that's in front of me
And I keep a blunt and a 5-11 gun on me
Why? Cause I'm country-bred
Actually, I'm south-er-ern
Something like my brethren
The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You should pay some homage, it's an honor this
This is not a fiction that is sold by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said rob a bet, esoteric I could get
This is John Gotti painting pictures like Dali
This is Basquiat with a passion like Pac
In a body like Biggie, telling stories like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, please tell him better kick it
You with me?

[Hook]

[Outro: Killer Mike]
I don't trust the church or the government
Democrat, Republican
Pope or a bishop or them other men
And I believe God has sustained you with rap
So I pick a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
And they can't kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm only going once, a coward dies a thousand times

I'm a spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs
I'm gone

"Go!"

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Yeah, still Killa Kill from the ville
With a flow so cold it'll froze your nose
Something like the blow did in the 90's
When I sold to the geeked out hoes
Must be the reason my flow so dope
Not dope meaning mean coke but dope meaning dope
What's that Killa? Y'all niggas don't know?
So School's in session, let's go
Dope shit get you 75 a brick that bullshit
Coke just gets you 24
Like my nigga told y'all niggas back in '96
The difference between a 4.0 and a 4.6
And you're on my dick
Pause
Get up off the polo draws
Y'all ain't seen a rapper this cold 186 since above the law
Ok?
Nigga with an attitude like Eazy, Ren, Dre and young O'Shea
Ok?
Fuck that punk ass Glock he got on the block
I'm gonna hit him with the K
Ok?
Have a nigga singing like Michel'Le
Have a nigga missing like JJ Fad
Beat a nigga dead like JJ dad
Damn damn James! Why you make me mad?
Shit got damn
I go ham
I go off
The gun go blam
I go in
I go hard
I go stupid oh my God
Shumalumadumalumashmalumaduma even when I ain't saying shit
Got AK word play might put a pause in you life just like a comma bitch!

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Let everyone know that the bad guys back
And he got a gun and he's dressed in black
Terrorist flow and I'm ready to attack
Bombs over Baghdad yes Iraq and Iran and I am
The motherfucking man with the motherfucking plan
Sitting with the strap on my motherfucking lap
I put the shit to your motherfucking naps
38. snub to your Nap' ass dome
I can get you straight like a pressing comb
I go ape straight King Kong
Y'all monkey-ass-niggas better leave me alone
I'm a gorilla so I get realer
I spit hot fire retro Godzilla
Homicide maniac brainiac
Sipping on a pint of 'yac
In a Cadillac
I'm Killer killer killer killer killer killer
I did
These many shows in these many days
Had these many bricks got these many paid
That's 1,1,2 in these many ways
Indeed I say the opposite of living in need
I say is greed they say
I say no way fuck get money
Stack your hundreds alright ok? Go!

"Southern Fried"

[Killer Mike]
Welcome to this country-fied, bonafide
and my flow is sweet as a potato pie
Never been a sour apple, I'm a Now N' Later guy
I'ma tell her somethin sweet and she gon' lick me later guy
Hello to my hater guys
How you doin, sirs? I know you got mean words
But keep them to yo'self, unless those murders will occur
Cause I'm from Killa Kill Adamsville
Right next door Bowen Homes and Dixie Hills
Allen Temple Wildwood and Plainsville
These motherfuckers murder in plain sight
Everyday, broad daylight, they ain't right
Shit's loko out in Zone 4
Since the 80s' it's been that way doe
My nigga uncle died shootin back at the po-po
He went out, but he ain't go slow though
Even hit the cop back with the fo'-fo' doe
Got buried in a Rolex, Jordans and a Polo
Nigga died pretty as a pimp in a photo
Whoa WHOA! Yee'n hear fat boi
He ain't say that boi, don't e'en try to act boi
That fat black motherfucker got a way with the words
I'll tell you he can rap, boi
Respect my words like a rabbi
I'm a Porterhouse, you a motherfuckin ribeye
Hate on me to your girlfriend, she gon' look you dead in the eye
and tell ya, "So, muh'fucker, he still fly!"

[Chorus]
Ain't I fresh? Ain't I clean?
Ain't I;m ridin thru the city in the meanest machine?
Ain't I, ain't I 100? Playa fa' sho
Ain't I slick 'bout pimp game and just might mack on yo' hoe, ain't I?
Ain't I fresh? Ain't I clean?
Ain't I'm ridin thru the city in the meanest machine?
Ain't I, ain't I 100? Playa fa' sho
Ain't I slick 'bout pimp game and just might mack on yo' hoe, ain't I?

[Killer Mike]
So fresh, so clean
Rollin down the streets so slow, so sweet
like a cup of, codeine, smo-kin on that, I-rene
wit a sweet country girl named Irene, I lean feel-in irie
I be, strapped, to the motherfuckin T, so please don't try me
My Chevrolet lay butt naked on the asphalt flo' flashin her high beams
And I'm still in the company of Irene and we been joined by Maxine
We maxin, relaxin, chillin double stackin
And me bein the Westside player that I be
I'm tryna see what's hap'nin, and what's hap'nin?
M?-na-na-nage in my garage
These two young ladies is the reason I (A.D.I.D.A.S)
That's All Day I Dream About that Sex scene
You textin, hopin that they call you
I just BBQ and call 'em up and say, "Hey, fall thru"
And you know it's shrimp and lobster tails
when they enter the room with lots of players
My potnas young black millionaires
And they all about some mon-ay!
Yeah young'n, it's a double entendre
Yee ain't got to wonder, when you ask LaRhonda
what she been doin hangin out with Shawnna
She tell you, "Nuttin, hon-ey!"

[Chorus]

[Killer Mike]
Mo?t, Rolex, big Benz, no flex
Wedding ring on finger, I married a Trina
Pretty as a singer, fine as a stripper
When we in the strip club, strippers try to tip her
I don't want no dance, hoe! Get up off my zipper
You ain't tryna rip me if you ain't tryna rip her
We like Bun and Pimp, bitch! See we is a duo
This that Ball and G shit, we don't need no new hoe
See I got a suave mouth which purchases my (Suave House)
This that 2 Live Crew shit, I (Rap-A-Lot) 'bout new shit
This that country rap tunes, Southern fried funky shit
I am the antithesis or opposite of monkey shit
And that's some education for y'all thinkin we unlearned
Cause our uncles played that Gucci Crew and walked around with perms
and we buy them '95 Impalas, paint them bitches urr-ange
We get (Gang Starrs) like Preem and Guru cause respect was (Hard to Earn)

"JoJo's Chillin"

[Intro: Killer Mike]
This album was created entirely by Jaime and Mike

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
My man JoJo got a caught on fed photo
So he gotta get out of Atlanta hit SoHo
Baby mama say he been selfish, he like "so ho?"
Then he picked up the cell phone called his old ho
She took him to the airport, hit him with some bread
Parked in the deck, then hit him with some head
Hit the counter with the fake ID and the ticket
The old man little suspicious but he hit him with a fifty
Hit him with a hundred, hit him with the "Shhh..."
The old man stamped the ticket and he went like "Shhh..."
Then he hit him with the smile, and he hit him with the wink
And JoJo hit the bathroom, JoJo hit the sink
Cold water, had to splash on the face
His iPod pumping Snoop "Murder was the Case"
Oh shit, looked to his left, Ghostface
"Peace God, Peace God, where's Shallah Rae?"
"Think he had show down in M.I.A today"
Ghost told him "nice Wallies" then went out on his way
Now it's back to reality, reality say:
Still gotta make it to that side of the gate
He moves out the bathroom quickly with haste
And it's a long line, it's a while before the gates
And it's an old lady giving Jo the evil eye
Mad cause she see him cutting spaces in line

[Hook]
JoJo's Chillin'

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Back in line JoJo spot Ivy
Girl from the hood that he knew from NYC
TSA agent so she cleared him on the ID
Before he go through X-ray he taking off his shades
Taking off his jacket, arm out the sleeve
Reached in his pocket, oh shit got weed
He done made it this far, whats Jo to do?
So he stuffed it in his pocket
And he walked right through (He walked right through?)
He walked right through
Then the TSA agent say "She pointing at you."
The old lady that had seen Jo cut line
Went to a officer and tried to drop dime
But Ivy wasn't having that, stepped to the copper
Told him that the old lady's ID wasn't proper
Now the old lady getting treated like a terrorist
Cop got his hand where her grey pubic hair it is
After this though she gonna have to see a therapist
JoJo found the situation hilarious
Threw the old lady's deuces, heading to the train
Concourse A, headed to his plane
Arrived on time, they called the first class
Upgraded ticket took a little more cash
Jo's relieved, hes almost free
Can't wait to land in the NYC

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
Seat belts on, seat back up
Triple shot of Seagram's in JoJo's cup
A little too much he felt the stewardess up
She said "Stop, sir!", he looks like "What?"
Gave a big tip then he headed to the bathroom
When he got there told her "Hey, it has room"
Turned the bathroom into a smashroom
She was hitting lines he was hitting from behind
Look up in the mirror saw Ghost another time
"Peace god, pardon god, I ain't see ya Wis'
Lean toward the mirror cause I gotta talk biz"
Ghostface told him only 20 to LaGuardia
When you get there a car take you to Astoria
You don't want the alphabet boys on call
So tell the stewardess to make a wheelchair call
Wheelchair came, deboard plane
Jojo couple old folks and they canes
Exiting the door he seen a dog walking slow
Couldn't dump the weed, nowhere to go
Turns out the dog sniffed out that blow
Good thing the stewardess a cokehead ho
Cause they bumrushed the bitch
And threw her ass to the flo'
Jo told the wheelchair boy "Let's go!"
And Jo got away that's how the story go

"Reagan"

[Ronald Reagan:]
Our government has a firm policy not to capitulate to terrorist demands. That no-concessions policy remains in force, despite the wildly speculative and false stories about arms for hostages and alleged ransom payments, we did not, repeat, did not trade weapons or anything else for hostages, nor will we

[Killer Mike:]
The ballot or the bullet, some freedom or some bullshit
Will we ever do it big, or keep just settling for little shit
We brag on having bread, but none of us are bakers
We all talk having greens, but none of us own acres
If none of us on acres, and none of us grow wheat
Then who will feed our people when our people need to eat
So it seems our people starve from lack of understanding
Cause all we seem to give them is some balling and some dancing
And some talking about our car and imaginary mansions
We should be indicted for bullshit we inciting
Hella children deaf and pretending it's exciting
We are advertisements for agony and pain
We exploit the youth, we tell them to join a gang
We tell them dope stories, introduce them to the game
Just like Oliver North introduced us to cocaine
In the 80s when the bricks came on military planes

[Ronald Reagan:]
A few months ago I told the american people I did not trade arms for hostages. My heart and my best intentions still tell me that's true, but the facts and the evidence tell me it is not

[Killer Mike:]
The end of the Reagan Era, I'm like number twelver
Old enough to understand the shit'll change forever
They declared the war on drugs like a war on terror
But it really did was let the police terrorize whoever
But mostly black boys, but they would call us "niggers"
And lay us on our belly, while they fingers on they triggers
They boots was on our head, they dogs was on our crotches
And they would beat us up if we had diamonds on our watches
And they would take our drugs and money, as they pick our pockets
I guess that that's the privilege of policing for some profit
But thanks to Reaganomics, prisons turned to profits
Cause free labor is the cornerstone of US economics
Cause slavery was abolished, unless you are in prison
You think I am bullshitting, then read the 13th Amendment
Involuntary servitude and slavery it prohibits
That's why they giving drug offenders time in double digits
Ronald Reagan was an actor, not at all a factor
Just an employee of the country's real masters
Just like the Bushes, Clinton and Obama
Just another talking head telling lies on teleprompters
If you don't believe the theory, then argue with this logic
Why did Reagan and Obama both go after Qaddafi
We invaded sovereign soil, going after oil
Taking countries is a hobby paid for by the oil lobby
Same as in Iraq, and Afghanistan
And Ahmadinejad say they coming for Iran
They only love the rich, and how they loathe the poor
If I say any more they might be at my door
Who the fuck is that staring in my window
Doing that surveillance on Mister Michael Render
I'm dropping off the grid before they pump the lead
I leave you with four words: I'm glad Reagan dead

WHITE STRIPES
"White Moon"

White moon, white moon
Breaks open the tomb
Of a deserted cartoon that I wrote
Creature come, creature, creature
My own double feature
As I'm warming the bleachers at home

Well, my nose keeps on bleeding
'Cause it's rita I'm needing
I better call out a meeting of the boys
Of the boys
My friends are all dying
And death can't be lying
It's the truth and it don't make a noise

Oh Rita, oh Rita
If you lived in mesita
I would move you with the beat of a drum
And this picture is proof
That although you're aloof
You had the shiniest tooth 'neath the sun

Easy come, easy go
Be a star of the show
I'm giving up all I know to get more
To get more
Photograph the picture
Young grunt pin-up scripture
For locker-tagged memories of war

A mirage, this garage
And a photo montage
And a finger massage from the host
Good lord, good lord
The one I adore
And I cannot afford is a ghost
Is a ghost

Proto-social is the word
And the word is the bird
That flew through the herd in the snow
In the snow
Lemonade me, then grade me
Then deliver my baby
And if my friends all persuade me, I'll go

Blink, blink at me Rita
Don't you know I'm a bleeder?
And I promised I wouldn't lead her on
But she met me, then led me
And I ate what was fed me
'Til I purged every word in this song

sayANYTHING_ I;D WALT THRU HECK 4 U!


And if I could swim, I'd swim out to you in the ocean,
Swim out to where you were floating in the dark.
And if I was blessed, I'd walk on the water you're breathing,
To lend you some air for that heaving, sunken chest.

'Cause they chose you as the model for their empty little dreams,
With your new head and your legs spread like a filthy magazine.
And they hunt you, and they gut you, and you give in.

And if I was brave, I'd climb up to you on the mountain,
They led you to drink from their fountain spouting lies.
And I'd slay the horrible beast they commissioned
To steer me away from my mission to your eyes.
And I'd stand there, like a soldier, with my foot upon his chest,
With my grin spread, and my arms out, in my bloodstained Sunday's best,
And you'd hold me; I'd remind you who you are under their shell.

I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes
These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
My soul is useless without you...

And if they send a whirlwind, I'd hug it like a harmless little tree.
Or an earthquake, I'd calm it, and I'd bring you back to me.
And I'd hold you in my weak arms like a first born.

I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes,
These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
My soul is useless without you...

Through hell for you
Through hell for you
Without you, without you...
Through hell for you.
Without you...
Through hell for you

Now I've walked through hell for you.
What's an adventurer to do,
But rest these feet at home with you?

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