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06 June 2008 @ 12:30 pm

- A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to endure, it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy.

-Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.

Oh Friedrich, you say it so well.

...

au revoir

 
 
31 May 2008 @ 08:50 pm
(Prevail)
What begins with an A and ends with asphyxia
Me prev-one the microphone crippler
Life on the edge of the walking dead
You either talk in black, or you speak in red
I can't help you if you don't have the language down
It's either sink or swim, and the average drown,
Some of us stay afloat, and respect the wave
With your mouth full of sand, burned by sun rays
Five ways to Sunday, a fist full of dollars
A barrel full of commerce, blasting the summer
We always stand guard over the late shift
The cause and effect of the light in the mist
In the world of mixtapes, and over sick breaks
I spit like my life depends on what I make

(Chorus) - Madchild
Work at late night, not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight,
Dogs start creepin, people are sleeping
Pull words out of their dreams it's the deep end
It's the deep end, people are sleeping
Pull words out of their dreams it's the deep end
Keep in mind, it's not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight,

(Madchild)
Hand to hand combat, gone far beyond that
Armed to the teeth, this is a bomb threat
Graveyard shift, way past obnoxious
We play to win, you count your losses
An awesome roster, original designed rhymes
Find time, to make the shiver up your spine climb
This ain't theatrics, we rock with tactics
And smash on you plastic actresses for practice
The fact is, I'm violent by nature, don't hate ya
Like most people, about as much as they like me
Haven't found a way to say "Fuck You" politely,
These days I stick to myself,
But, sometimes get sick of myself
Got my own circle, love my people
Bleed for my people, need no replacement
Madchild's life unfolds with bold statements

(Chorus)

(Madchild)
I'm not a vampire but I'm walking on a fine line
Over fire tight rope bare foot on barb wire
(Prevail)
I'm not a werewolf, but I'll force my fangs into the townsfolk
Drain a little cow pokes until the cities' blood soaks
(Madchild)
I'm not a goblin, a hobbit, a ghost or ghoul
Swollen Members ain't fucking with most you fools
(Prevail)
I'm not a phantom, a banshee, a witch or an ogre
But my crews got the best chance of taking over
(Madchild)
Yo, I don't transform, and I don't change shapes
Don't take the bus, don't shoplift tapes
But I used to, and if you choose to
Here's something to pop inside your walkman and cruise to
(Prevail)
I'ma pay dues and blues that's the truth
If there's one thing I've learned from life it's what's to lose?
I know, that's why we never duplicate shows
Your just an imitation you can die like White Buffalo
 
 
30 May 2008 @ 11:56 am
I have known John through many phases of both our lives. I met him freshman year as we were both exploring commitments through competition (crew). Sophomore year we philosophized. We would sit together, blaze, and talk about our lives. Our circumlocution conversations would invariably return  to philosophy. After a certain point we had nothing more to say to one another, and spent many months in silence. We would sit, stand, walk, and/or run in silence. One day I spoke, and our silence was broken. Junior year John left for Italy and I left for London. We stayed in contact through e-mail. Five months later we met in Amsterdam. Then we lived together in Bologna for three weeks. In Italy John explored Christianity, and Islam when he returned to Cornell. This past year we... mmm... this past year we both gained a grasp of what it means to lead our lives, and shared what we were doing (and where we are going). 

There are some things which i still have not found the words to express, and John understands this. He doesn't push me to verbalize what i am still struggling with internally. He accepts what i say as a work in progress for what i one day hope to embody. Symmetrically, John is still working towards a goal he has not yet been able to share. It is not my place to push, pull, or coax this goal into fruition because I know John is capable, and will one day find what he is seeking.

 
 
28 May 2008 @ 09:26 am

Say say my playmate
wont you lay hands on me
mirror my malady
transfer my tragedy

Got a curse i cannot lift
shines when the sunset shifts
when the moon is round and full
gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish

My mind's aflame

We could jet in a stolen car
but i bet we wouldn’t get too far

before the transformation takes
and bloodlust tanks and
crave gets slaked

My mind has changed
my body’s frame but god i like it
my hearts aflame
my body’s strained but god i like it

My mind has changed
my body’s frame but god i like it
my hearts aflame
my body’s strained but god i like it

Charge me your day rate
ill turn you out in kind
when the moon is round and full
gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your mind
mongrel mind
baby doll i recognize
you're a hideous thing inside
if ever there were a lucky kind it's
you you you you

I know its strange another way to get to know you
you'll never know unless we go so let me show you
i know its strange another way to get to know you
we've got till noon here comes the moon
so let it show you
show you now

Dream me oh dreamer
down to the floor
open my hands and let them
weave onto yours

Feel me, completer
down to my core
open my heart and let it
bleed onto yours

Feeding on fever
down all fours
show you what all that
howl is for

Hey hey my playmate
let me lay waste to thee
burned down their hanging trees
it's hot here hot here hot here hot here

Got a curse we cannot lift
shines when the sunshine shifts
there's a curse comes with a kiss
the bite that binds the gift that gives

now that we got gone for good
writhing under your riding hood
tell your gra'ma and your mama too
it's true
we're howling forever

 
 
21 May 2008 @ 09:17 am
Feel when I dance with you,
We move like the sea.
You, you're all I want to know.
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

I can walk down the street, there's no one there
Though the pavements are one huge crowd.
I can drive down the road; my eyes don't see,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud.

I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

I can walk down the street, there's no one there
Though the pavements are one huge crowd.
I can drive down the road; my eyes don't see,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud.

Dance floor is like the sea,
Ceiling is the sky.
You're the sun and as you shine on me,
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free. 
 
 
19 May 2008 @ 12:36 pm
Intro:
Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself...

it is easy for me to put on a show and be cocky,

or I could show you some really fancy movement...

But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself,

and to express myslef honestly...

Now that, my friend is very hard to do.



Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives

And for that live moment we thrive

Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive

Rise and walk my son

Come into the light

Inside the dark we illuminate mics

Give knowledge to mediocre

The will to neanderthal

Filter to the the small

Digital to analog

We steady advancin'

Rhyme enhancin'

Civil minds can't keep up with this



Senim Silla:

Dig - I'ma put it on the table

I ain't a thug nigga and playa, I ain't playful

I'm just Senim Silla, man without label

Standin' on my own to you tryin' to stay stable

Speakin' what I know to only what I'm able

I ain't the kinda guy who carry on for dough

The material cat who walk around for show

I'm just your everyday, merry way joe on the go

While others go with the flow

I ain't never been the one to follow trend, I do my own bit

Can't keep up with the joneses, I'm on my own shit

I don't care what you drink

What you stress, how you dress, or where you got the link

I ain't impressed

These lames run around like mice in a maze

Tryin' to get up on cheese, its just a rat race

Wanna change times' schemes to make man worship things

Over the supreme being, or stop, fill up?

Should I join the hypocrites?

Or side with the suckas by choice

It makes no difference that y'all product of environment

It's just coincidence

The world's a violent place baby, there ain't no more innocence

Or civil men or penatence, just

Ignorance cast on the right from wrong

They mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a song

What that tell you they on?

A sucka act up every minute

The righteous live on but the the niggas are infinite



?:

I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a 9 millimeter

Most of y'all gangster rappers ain't hardcore neither

Whoever get mad then I'm talkin 'bout you

Claim you fear no man but never walk without crew

Where I'm from, your reputation don't mean jack

So what you pack gats and you sell fiend's crack

You ain't big time, my man

You ain't no different from the next cat in my neigberhood who did time

Rhyme after rhyme it's the same topic

What make you think you hardcore cuz you was raised in the projects

Broke ass finally got a hundred in your pocket

Now you on the mic spittin' money's no object

What you say is bullcrap

If you wasn't with your crew and wasn't drunk off the brew

Would you still pull gats?

You need to stop frontin'

Or you're headed for self destruction

Yeah, today's topic is self-destruction

I ain't talkin 'bout the KRS-One discussion

I'm talkin 'bout the one too many ignorant suckas

Lyin' on the mic to my sistas and brothas

Everytime you listen to the radio, all you hear is nonsense

They never play the bomb shit

Everything that glitters ain't gold

And every gold record don't glitter that's for damn sure


?:

How many cats you know speak the illegit rhyme after rhyme diligent?

85 percent represent ignorant

Either you innocent or guilty

Some of my favorite emcees fell off

It damn near killed me

Lookin' at the kids that was true hip-hop

Nowadays them cats don't even do hip-hop

Rap got 'em brainwashed with cats that don't last

And five minutes of fame

That's when it's a shame

Seein real emcees tryin' to imitate rappers

If you ask me they goin' out ass backwards

Tradin' in respect to push a fat Lex

Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?

It hurts so bad I wanna smack 'em

My favorite crew members break up turn around and join wack ones

This is dedicated to you hip-hop hypocrites

Drivin wack songs like you don't give a shit

I ain't got nothin' against nobody tryin' to make a decent living

It ain't the money that's the issue

Only if that's the reason why these cats are makin' decent music

That's when I got beef with you

And I'ma break it you like never

Go ahead, call me player hater if it make you feel better

Try to jump my crew if you cats feel foggy

You need to wake up and smell the damn coffee
 
 
12 May 2008 @ 08:36 pm
Wh-wh-wh-what can I say? Let me explain this to you..."

[GangStarr]
Yo, I don't even wanna fight with you man
I'll lay you right where you stand
You can catch a few shells
One go right through your polo, man
Usually I'm dolo and I gotta crazy team
Car kissed the ride on you, watch for the laser beam
Shit, it's that Ol' G Flavor
Remind you of a quarter bodega and that oldie behavior
All point but I ain't tryna scuffle with chumps
My long joints got the culture power plus the double pump
Troublesome, to anyone who stands in the way
I'll stand and I'll spray, FUCK if ya man is in the way
Your girl want me cuz I do it better than you
The whole world wants me nigga, I'ma legend to you
Like LL, Rakim, Ice-T and them niggaz
Like Cube, Snoop and Dre, I'ma be seenin them figures
It don't matter, you don't have to be likin me man
Keep playin, you'll be layin there, right where you stand

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Gun on my waist, knife in my hand
I keep tellin you cowards, I'ma leave you there right where you stand
I don't wanna talk and I ain't tryna wanna fight with ya man
Tryna get it over quick, leave you right where you stand
Some say I'm trifflin, sometimes I'm rightfully am
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma leave you right where you stand
You just mad, you will never be as nice as I am
D-Block, GangStarr leave you right where you stand, what

[Jadakiss]
You wanna know why I invest all my money into haze and into dope
Cuz right now, I'm currently a slave for Interscope
Respect first, then money - basic shit
If you got niggaz under pressure, you could take they shit
Listen, I'ma leave you right where you stand
Have the ambulance pass ya Timberlands off right to ya man
Cuz he pussy, he ain't gonna do nothin but look
When it come to beef, he don't wanna do nothing but cook
As soon as the chrome scope him, right there, two in the dome
Smokin, Kiss keep funeral homes open
I fall back, smoke an ounce in the dark
Bounce on a Preme track like I bounce on a NARC
Keep playin, y'all niggaz will burn
and you know they say it takes somethin to happen for niggaz to learn
Let the .40 Cal give em a perm
This industry is like bacteria and my flow is a germ
Just mad cuz you'll never be as nice as I am
J to the mwah and I'll leave you right where you stand, huh...

"You gangstas is cosmetic..."
"Keep playin, you'll be layin there, right where you stand..."
"My people from the hood stay on the grind..."
"D-Block, GangStarr leave you right where you stand, what..."
"You gangstas is cosmetic..."
"W-w-w-w-w-word..."

[GangStarr]
I see you got the fear of God in you
We'll tear your heart in two
Too bad you didn't know what you got into
Yeah, the most righteous, till Malcolm got a close likeness
My name carry weight to decapitate most vipers
Hot rhymes, spit a dime, hit a case beater
Flow is angry like I'm in your face with heaters
Chasin divas - nah, I never have to do that
P.I. till I die and I just laugh at you cats
You happy perhaps cuz you got dough and bitches
But no love in the streets only for moles and snitches
Only from the meatlapin, suckers won't see it happen
Cross that line, then it's time for the heat clappin
I do my thing like the whole planet depends on me
I got game to make Janet wanna spend on me
Some say I'm trifflin and sometimes I'm rightfully am
Getcha man, I'll lay him right where he stand

[Chorus]
 
 
 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right
A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights
And niggas always gotta high cap
Showin' all his boys how he shot em
But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em
And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta
Cuz gangsta-ass niggas think deep
Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7
Cuz real gangsta ass niggas don't sleep

And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin', pussy-eatin' prankstas
Cuz when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta


Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Feedin' the poor and hepin out wit they bills
Although I was born in Jamaica
Now I'm in the US makin' deals
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
I mean one that you don't really know
Ridin' around town in a drop-top Benz
Hittin' switches in my black six-fo'
Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors
Some got killed in the past
But this gangtsa here is a smart one
Started living for the lord and I'll last

Now all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin' cocksuckin' prankstas
When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta


Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play
Real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches
Ask that gangsta-ass nigga Little Jake
Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign
And play the role of Little Miss Sweet
But catch the bitch all alone get the digit take her out
and then dump-hittin' the ass with the meat
Cuz gangsta-ass niggas be the gang playas
And everythings quiet in the clique
A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger
And his partners in the posse ain't tellin' off shit
Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much
All ya hear is the black from the gun blast
And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast
Now when you in the free world talkin' shit do the shit
Hit the pen and let the mothafuckas shank ya
But niggas like myself kick back and peep game
Cuz damn it feels good to be a gangsta


And now, a word from the President!
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Gettin voted into the White House
Everything lookin good to the people of the world
But the Mafia family is my boss
So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down
like lettin' a big drug shipment through
And send 'em to the poor community
So we can bust you know who
So voters of the world keep supportin' me
And I promise to take you very far
Other leaders better not upset me
Or I'll send a million troops to die at war
To all you Republicans, that helped me win
I sincerely like to thank you
Cuz now I got the world swingin' from my nuts
And damn it feels good to be a gangsta
 
 
09 May 2008 @ 09:48 am
(chorus)
Torn apart now
I cannot have a strong relation
Confusion, of your related
Torn apart now
These are the choices we made
Do I follow or walk away

(verse 1)
Yeah, most of my adult life I've been torn into two
If you love me, then I love you and this song is for you
It's tight hard when you know what you said
And your shorty seein' you as an emotional wreck
The closer I get, it's like the farther I feel
And my heart has turned into this heavy armor and steel
It's hard to be real, hard to listen to the dumb shit
And I take a lot of pills 'cause it numbs shit
I wish I had another path to follow
Wish that I could be a man and learn to pass the bottle
A graphic novel, my future a box or an urn
Havin' dreams about death, but I'm not that concerned
And I'm diseased, through the seasons they turn
Watchin' leaves from the trees turn diseased and they burn
I'm eager to learn, but I'm holdin' my breath
And everyday alive is just another closer to death

(chorus)
Torn apart now
I cannot have a strong relation
Confusion, of your related
Torn apart now
These are the choices we made
Do I follow or walk away

(verse 2)
Yeah, I've been alive longer then I expected to be
And took care of everything that's expected of me
Took care of my girl and my mother
I told her that I'm always here and I love her
I handle shit differently 'cause I'm grown now
And the truth is that I'd rather be alone now
I'd rather not have to deal with the day
And I hate when people ask me how I'm feelin' today
My brother Rasul, we had a beef and grudge
But we grew up together, cousin, so it's peace and love
I wish all the best, I wish all the shine
I wish I didn't wanna offer my thoughts with a nine
I'm thoughtful and kind, but I'm evil alas
But everything I love has turned to a tedious task
I feel that life a waiting game for people to pass
But nobody ever want you to see through the mask

(chorus)
Torn apart now
I cannot have a strong relation
Confusion, of your related
Torn apart now
These are the choices we made
Do I follow or walk away

(verse 3)
Yeah, I don't wanna be a burden to y'all
I just wanna know exactly what my purpose is for
I feel like nothin' I do is ever right
And that I'm actin' a fool another night
And I admit, I don't take care of myself
So I do a lot of thinkin' and preparing myself
'Cause the fact is my father died young and I might, too
And it ain't any way to tell what I might do
I don't wanna leave my mother behind
I don't want for her to cry, because the struggle is mine
I don't want for her to grind no more
I don't want for her to work a 9-to-5 no more
I ain't have to work a fuckin' 9-to-5 before
So I'm tryin' to get this money to provide for y'all
And if the shit ain't work out and I'm suddenly gone
Just remember that the motherfuckin' love isn't gone
Pazman

(chorus)
Torn apart now
I cannot have a strong relation
Confusion, of your related
Torn apart now
These are the choices we made
Do I follow or walk away
 
 
07 May 2008 @ 06:31 pm
Yo...put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation
I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience
Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative Neptune blue head hurt splits
Ridiculous fathom the splicing of first generation
f**k up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!)
I paste the game to zero all completion green (Splash!)
Took an early retirement pick a dream
American nightmare hogging the screen
I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
and you would stop following me around the jungle gym
Now it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from
heritage
Marry crutch stolen wretched refuge refuse my teaming resonance
I promise temperance storm breed with a leaning conscious
In a credence relax responsive with my sports outsource the
wattage
And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) And the settlers laugh
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won't be laughing when the buses drag your brother's flags
into rags
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with
epitaphs
You won't be laughing
And I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot them then I forgot them
This origami dream is beautiful
but man those wings will never leave the ground
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.

Slacker bounded imitated tabloid headlined with the post
Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time in ghosts

Giving crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly sins
To hear the plane to crystal conscious
To results a low life counting on one hand what he's
accomplished
Ok, lift me to activism chain activate street sweep
Plug in deteriorating zenith pen dragging
I hack swords wars for the morbid spreading of mad men
Now he's got soul
Sitting there licking log cabin in Charlie Chaplin waddle
I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bad dreams
Sparking my brick wall windows another thicket storm
And if one night in Gotham without the wretched
Houston we have a problem
Dispatch a task of infested patch of city goblins
Who split how many freaks with box cuts of a high road bellow
Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Raw feelings start congregating at pamper for bickering
Life's not a bitch life is a beautiful woman
Your only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that
pussy
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the
princess
Kiss the speaker wire or either pass it for some pagan thresh
hold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black of porn visuals hear the duck hunt ticker
tape
Vision and pick apart the pixels
I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace
When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
Metal Captain!
This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passion
I told him: 'Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him'

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.