Things have been rough

My lack of time for myself has been the reason for my lack of posts. But I have been writing. I haven't talked to Grant since he got back from ISU. So that beat I was talking about will hopefully make an appearance some time sooner than later. I wish that I could get it today so that you can have blessed ears on the devils day. People I know are still making the silliest of decisions like they have no idea as to what sense is. I'm losing the battle to insanity. Also ignore the other two posts lower those where attempted iphone tragedies

Time to get busy.

ttt

Yes They Deserved to die! AND I HOPE THEY BURN IN HELL!!

SO I'm gonna be Jules from pulp fiction for halloween. I might run to the flosstradamus show on wendsday too. Im not really in a writing mood right now but i hope to have some lyrics up maybe on wendsday or tommorrow. The frost is getting to me, winter is peaking is snow-capped head everywhere now. Soon the next five months will be gray, like murderous revenge.

Flashlight (Eliot Lipp beat posted three days ago)

Rollover to a girl with no make-up/
Chest rise behind her breast no A-cup/
This may suck, we might have to break-up/
No Make-Up, my day's fucked/
Text from my man says your late chuck/
Say what? I wake-up rub my eyelids open/
Queen from my dreams is floating away from my lips/
savoring the kiss, to fading in glimpse, I wish/
I could have my eyes closed for a minute/
Least till my iris isnt rose tinted/
Questions arise who could've rolled in it/
The dream I mean no face in the scene/
The body was a deme, mean a Dime Damn!where is my mind/
I Find that I'm inclined to search/
Brand New Nikes and a Mighty Health Shirt/
Same as dream so I might find her first/
Call me a a preacher I'm just trying to find a church
(And none of us wanted to die alone.
I follow the light to find my way back home)
If you'd seen what i'd seen you'd say shes heaven sent/
or at least an angel that heaven rents/
I'm seven cents short bus fare/
trust there's reason,I relent and walk/
Look across the park, police tape and outlined chalk/
woman is struggling for life in the dark/
marked for death, march of the blessed/
one bullet to the abdommen she trying her best/
I sprint to the mess, so I can assist/
Iris lands on the lips I wished to kiss/
My organs flip and heart is mangled/
Another returned the deposit on my angel/



:EDIT:
YO, Found MAD fat beats from early nineties...lets get it on!!!

Inked up

Yea so like i said in my first post I keep waking up with this knot in my stomach and I'm not quite sure what it is, I guess I need to keep working.

I'm at the bottom of an inkwell looking at the top/
Call me the last drop, like hemerageing blood vessels poped/
I'm bursting on the tablet, the maverick, way above average/
Used by the savage that can't control thier habits/
Forever passed on like tales of vagabonds/
Like comics I'm drawn to the paper on this song/
I'm also used by the rich to sign bonds/
My stock and profits, are stocked in pockets/
No need for minstrels, I'm darker than pencils/
Last word on instrumentals, I'm finto blow this shit wide open/
This is not a game so you don't need no tokens/

Will edit later...

So last night...

We workers went the bar ( By we i mean players in this circus I call life, they are interchagable think of one person many faces. Doesn't mean I don't love each one individually but right now thier names nor the presence that is brought with it need to be mentioned) I'm pretty sure a miricale happened cause I didnt get carded which was awesome. Today (and by today I mean the time in which I have been awake not the actual time.) I worked and went to me guys house and punched out a BANGER beat, hopefully to be up on the blog within a week. I'm thinking first track, believe me if your into Drum and Bass or House or Hip-Hop your gonna love it. Anyway came home to the call of hearing that SHE'S getting married, its weird, I feel as though I should say something like 'Hey, marriaige is a farce, don't do it, you were smart once! I have stem cells! Let's get your brain working again!' I'm worried more than anything, or at least the knot in my stomach tells me I am. Swallowed Worry is like a pill with no water its hard to get down. If I say something I'm instantly the bad guy. So if character is defined by what you I guess im gonna be defined by what I didn't do. Support. Is a Bitch.

Doing some other things keep myself occupied, becoming vegeitarian again, and hopefully I'll stop smoking tar into every crevice of my body. Yo its late, like i said hopefully new shit by the end of the week.

p.s. Thought you might like this




Meet me in the garden-Dent May & his Magnificent Ukele

The Nature of Savagery

So I made a blog. Good start? Of course it is. So I'm sitting at work, and thats when it hits me, I need to start writing again cause recently this wiry feeling in my spine has been telling me somethings off, like spider sense, minus the spider part. Also I want to work on a mix tape, I heard a friend of mine rapping on his cd and an old verse of mine came up and it kinda sparked. So calls have been been made emails have been lazily sent. Theme Ideas? I thinking Throwback, instrumentals not made before ,say,'95? My muse is being held captive by terrorist and I can't succumb to terrorist demands can I. Well I'm sleepy ,its late, ideas would be good. I'll let you know.

p.s. Thought you might like these:

Robotussin-Flying Lotus x Lil Wayne
Reckoner-Flying Lotus x Radiohead
Berlin-Alaska in Winter