Dj Thought

My name is LeRoy Saiz and I go by Dj Thought and "You can never be as dope as I am." (aceyalone). Im from Aztlan, born in Albuquerque, New Mexico and now bless Denver, Colorado with my presence. I am a Hip Hop Dee Jay and try to make some of the illest mix tapes known to the human race. If you have some mix tapes I am always down to trade and build.
Here is the lyrics to one of my favorite songs: Aceyalone-The March. Book of Human Language LP.
"I was born in a concrete jungle and I learned to make my own way (learned to make my own way) I was raised by streets and the beats and the books and crooks of Aztlan I was taken by the power of the word and I had a whole lot to say (had a whole lot to say) And I vowed, always to move the crowd and leave em in disarray Cause I live by the word AND I die by the sword These here are strange days AND we here are strong We live by the sword AND we die by the slug This here is war AND this here is love Soldiers are marching in And they're going to battle again Somebody's going to win and somebody will lose -- and that's the truth! Gotta learn to fight for yours Livin in this life of yours See they can't stifle yours if you refuse to abused, fools listen to this news I don't beg, steal or borrow I don't expect to see tomorrow I don't usually soak in sorrow cause I keep all eyes on the sparrow Cause we live by the word AND we die by the sword These here are strange days AND we here are strong We live by the sword AND we die by the slug This here is war AND this here is love Soldiers are marching in And they going to battle again Somebody's going to win and somebody will lose -- and that's the real! Gotta learn to fight for yours Livin in this life of yours See they can't stifle yours if you refuse to abused, fools listen to this news Uh-huh, fools listen to this news Whashup, crews listen to this news Oh yeah, you listen to this news Listen, listen, listen, to this news"
These lyrics are a short summary of how I view my life at this point and time.
Del the Funky Homosapien-Eye Examination. I Wish My Brother George Was Here LP(Not Released)
"I never had real friends 'til now I never had to steal endz 'cause that's foul I walk the streets with the baseball bat feelin' secure but I try not to incite fights that's immature actions that come back to haunt I work hard to get the things that I want and never flaunt never post where the most guys post high I keep my focus towards the ground and pound any brother who's my ace to my face even if snakes on the unda' I try not to wonda' trainin' my brain wit' mental anguish strange, it's rather eerie clearly just a whim I adjust the hymn deal with the dealers and the squealers and the jockeys I can take the fizz out the carbonated copy imprints are made in the sand as I walk dim hints reveal rather grand as I talk small individuals seem larger when they take charge of their antics makin' them gigantic so you never suspect their neck bein' strained so many situated thoughts in the brain heavy weight gain so I weight train 'cause to me the weight gain is a great gain and I hate sane individuals close they nose to new aromas I got the smellin' salts that are prone ta' clear the nasal, daze you'll probably make a raise to a new level and see the true devil any color ya wish because the devil takes any shape, any form any swarm ride over your dish like a picnic I think the sick shit I had my wrist slit like a suicide but I survived and you can too plan to live a full life free of anxieties while you're at it try to keep an eye on meThe man with meditation skills wastin' spills, lyrical liquid fillin' streams wit' dreams and I will cream whoever seems wicked oral floral arrangements is strange since you don't have the comprehension I will stop and lynch them I'm not the one promotin' gun totin' 'cause I contain within my brain these computations just as potent the mental torturer of course you will acknowledge me 'cause Mr. Twister places pictures, mental fixtures of photography shitty little bitties never get their clitties done, but I don't think they'll resist Mr. Twister when I flex my verbal techs. exit mental anorexic I don't cater to the imbecile so you can bet this is a brain buster pain thruster strain twister overwhelming pressure between the temples when I touch the microphone I might condone the usage of abuse if it is convenient I slant and lean it like a lever when I leave ya mutilated by my enuciated cleaver I survived the ither and the either now let me take a breatherFrom my own little world, little girls, little boys stay free of hurries free of worries that's riddle poised for posterity where are we goin' from here as a ho and I don't know and that's the biggest feeaaar when I'm flippin' into daaarknesss now I'm askin' can I spark this? It's D-E-L y'all from Hieroglyphics y'all sayin' peeeeace. . ."
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