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..Travel, writting rhymes and poetry (check my blogs) , underground hiphop, grass roots, education of self and of others. chicago.london.nottingham.ipswich.stonehendge.scotland.amste
rdam.rome.barcelona.madrid...2004...even better in 2007!Supreme Mathematics - teaches that numbers 0-9 means:
1 - Knowledge
2 - Wisdom
3 - Understanding
4 - Culture/Freedom
5 - Power/Refinement
6 - Equality
7 - God
8 - Build/Destroy
9 - Born
0 - Cipher
"Myself in the future... while he's walking the street with myself from the past. Can they be eating Ice Cream?I'd also like to meet myself at the end of my time so that I can ask my own perspectives on what I feel I did right and wrong."
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I gots to flow,It's not optional,I must stay on the rise like Walt Disney's stock options go.No matter the obstacles.Stay hot like pots on stoves.These marks talk guns, but my tongues been on lock and load.Got me scared to release a record, cuz the cops mite flock the sto's.I'm gonna make it even if that means I gotta cock block a pot of gold.As long as I aint crock pottin no rocks for hoes.Fo sho… To get recognition for the wreckin' missions.Representin' even if it's shitty out with the messy vision.Steel off rappers so quick, they can't catch descriptions.These fakes can keep spittin punch lines that make guns look funny,I'll stay planin' to go heads up with them snakes for tons of money.Yeah I mean cash,It's a bet I mean that.They'll get that ass kicked like a gang of hackee sackers snagged a bean bag.Their whole teams bad…In fact.Getting they shit for the same price as Menace's is a robbery.I'm the truth, everything else's an anomaly.When it comes to flow I got an odyssey.Like when its war I call Odysseus to ride with me.Absolutely dope, everything else is obsolete.Meaning it's not complete.It's an oddity.Not that it doesn't do its thang, but it's just not me.Battle Menace, well at least they aint gonna be as pissed as God will be.Because they made hip hop look like a goddamn mockery.Hip Hop Died, and was reborn when they decided to not rock their stees.Menace One's the illest, that's my motif.Till I'm old with no teeth.Known to keep spittin with no sleep.Over no beat. Loud or lowly.When I rhyme I know that each line is critical,Because it makes these other chump's compilations seem pitiful.I rap with a force that is mystical.Sick as fuck like it prolly needs a physical, check up or clinical.Done spit plenty of lines that were extra-cynical.Dee is nice, when I come off the top with more shit than a bitch allergic to her pizza slice.Dummies don't let me meet cha wife,I'll cuff her and take her to Naples, lay her on tables,It's December? I'll screw her till April,And while they're in the bed wondering if their ice is safe.I'll prolly be putting cock straight in they wifey's face.Then uploading and selling that shit on cyber space.While she's burning their dough up like throwing it in a fire place.If they think they're doing shit after I think they confused,Cuz they'll get broke the fuck off, and Iont mean like the legs of no plastic stool.At the hospital the Doctor wont know if their black or blue.If this was boxing, wouldn't be a mu fucker dropping the dude.These chumps couldn't see Dee if they had computers in their opticals, fool.But when they run up it'll be like a cyclones meeting em.I'm not just poem feeding ya, it'll be the first ass whopping in an Encyclopedia.They won't even be alive after, hommes'll have to go read of em.Upstairs: I don't have it all, but niggas know they needier.Bitch lyricist would probably be better off if they dropped dead,Or when they're ninety they're gonna wonder why they still haven't got cred.Imma make cake picking out wack bastards like black heads and making all of they tracks dead For Trying to run the game like them and their favorite rappers tongues the same.This aint a game little niggas, and it aint a little run for fame.I gots to flow,I told yall mu' fuckas it's not optional,It's not safe, lock yo doors,So hot the beats gotta stop drop and roll.
"No More Prisons" William 'Upski' Wimsatt
My hero is Carlito 'Charlie' Brigante."Sorry Boys All the stitches in the world can't sow me back together again. Lay Down. Lay down. I'm gonna stretch me out in Fernandez Funeral Home on 109th Street. Always knew I was gonna end up there. But allot later than a whole lotta people thought. Last of the MO-Ricans. Well... maybe not the last. Gail’s gonna be a good mom. New, improved Carlito Brigante. Hope she uses the money to get out. No room in this city for big hearts like ours. Sorry baby. I tried the best I could. Honest. Can’t come with me on this trip though. Getting the shakes now. Last call for drinks. Bars closing down. Suns out. Where we going for breakfast? Don’t wanna go far. Ruff night. Tired baby. Tired." -Carlito Brigante