I am devoted strongly to:
CARDBOARD CITY
LA COKA NOSTRA
DIPSET
END OF THE CIRCLE
"FIRE COMES FROM ON HIGH IN THE SHAPE OF A LION
BURN YOUR SACRIFICE OF PRIDE AND RIDE ON TO MOUNT ZION."
Delaware, are you aware of the air supply?
And the television. Delaware are you still there?
Is this thing on? Am I coming down?
All my X's live with hexes.
This is why I hang
Myself with jealousy upon a fencepost half mast.
Fashion: war between
The guilty and the guilty and the guilty...
And the teen.
Not throwing stones at you anymore.
Your name's in lights and I don't wonder
Anymore.
"This is how it works:
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if you do
You'll just do it all again."
-Regina Spektor
"Direct Expression. Bypass mind. Bypass intellect. Self to Sound. Against the dead trend. The robot me. The modern social entity stripped of color and vibrancy. Not philosophy. Not religion. True self expressed in sound." -108
"Fall to your knees, fall to your weakness
It has become your standard
Consuming every word
Meaningless words form meaningless sentences
Where is the message? Or the progress?
I will separate the past from the past
I will not repeat the same mistakes as we used to
Shed another tear as I stab you in the chest
With pieces of your broken heart
Fuck your broken heart
Why can't you let this die?
Let this die
Similarities complete comparison (compare yourself to me)
To create the stagnant birth of this standstill, step back
Screaming your hymns of heartache
At the top of your lungs and in vain
This bandwagon's on it's last leg
How long will you beat this dead horse?"
-Peter Kowalsky / Remembering Never
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
-Biggie Smalls / Christopher Wallace RIP
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Matthew Michael Mages.
Musician, Lyricist, Poet, Producer, Engineer, Designer, Information Technology Professional, DJ, Photographer, Director, Cat Lover, Chef, Pond Enthusiast, Gardener, Novice @ Home Improvement, Music Nerd, Spiritual NOT Religious, Only like to watch movies once, obsessed with sound and generally out of my fucking mind.
Don't even bother asking me for advice on music, recording, computers, anything audio/visual, technology in general or on design & graphics....UNLESS you are prepared to pay for my level of professionalism. If you have your money in order, feel free to contact me. If you don't, you can go about your business. "These aren't the droids you're looking for. Move along. Move along."
Don't mess with a bull, unless you want to get the horns.
EOTC. It takes years to build an empire.
"Turn the volume down a little bit."
If you are a racist, bigot or "hater"....please contact me to resolve your existence. I'd be more than happy to remove you from the population.
