Thought Balloon Mushroom Cloud

by MC Paul Barman

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An hour of hot power of thought


released November 22, 2009


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MC Paul Barman New York, New York

The crested bird of nested words.

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Track Name: Props [prod. by ?uestlove & James Poyser]

Now this I been lookin forward to
Collectin props that's a bit overdue

I came to collect props like a property tax
from all you hate-to-laugh novelty acts

Your SUV's never been off terrain
Your hikin boots only hike on the train
Your runnin shoes I've never seen runnin
You hate fags but collect shoes like a woman

Leave your garbage outside
Today's props collection
That means all your rap's-not-hip-hop preconceptions

All that shit you memorized is irrelevant
There's a hundred and ten plus four more elements

While you try to sound all hip-hoppy
I inspire the leaders you copy

You're boring
and much too braggadocious
Assemble a joint out of a whole bag of roaches

The articulate answer to my grammar is, "DAMN"
So check yourself -- testicular cancer exam

I'll irk you if I work blue or work squeaky clean
I'm Good Will Humping PG-13 (underrated)

and I'll never stop. Inner starlight is endless
So next time you leave me off your top ten list
remember only the bravest DJ will request my drops
I came to collect my props


I came to collect as my dustpan collects dust
I came to collect like a rich kid on a trust

I came to collect like that poor kid on Welfare
Came to collect like a politician off healthcare

Came to collect like I put a bucket under a leak
Came to collect like crowds collect when I speak

Calling collect direct rather than roundabout
Before I spell it out for you, sound it out

I haven't even barely started
You, like this track, are mentally guitarded

I'm more slept on than beds
and I'm collectin props now I'm sure to get when I'm dead

I'll son your moms and correct your pops
I came to collect my props


Came to collect propers like doctors collected
Big Bopper's body parts from a chopper
Track Name: Go Sane [prod. by DOOM]

Whoever dare to follow
eats humble pie with merde gelatto
Nowadays you can buy a Rothko at a Costco
News is entertainment even if it's gloom and doom
Customers create by mixing up what they consume--like a dj
Lichtenstein picked the time to hang up comics books on Broome--and Broadway
The marketplace lies at the crossroads
Ads are better products, cost more than the show

After maximal fragmentation it's natural to converge
Church and state merch is hate that's why they should never merge
I advocate for abstinence when it comes to cocaine
Brand is recognized by color scheme even with no name
In a crazy world it's difficult to go sane


Hurt's no worse than the curse
of habit's that don't work
or to burst onstage completely unrehearsed
These basement tapes
are a savin grace from chasin papes
Ass-fucked wit brass knucks
If you pluck my last buck, pickpocket,
I'll rip ya balls out ya dick socket
and combination lock your lips for shit talkin

My rhymes stick around like a cold sore
How come Mead don't make unruled notebooks no more?
I don't like the Russell one
cover the color of bubblegum
plus the binding always come undone
I'm so NY, i changed my # to 311
Try starvin and you'll prefer eating by a wide margin
MC Paul Barman presents a tempting fall bargain:
more knowledge in one song than then next man's whole album

Fluffers drool gladly
Suffer fools badly
It's hard to pardon a fool
Comin fresh like shesh besh
that's the cardinal rule
Fake purist is an undertaker
Thinks he's an operator
My wife had to explain that
If we were all innovators
the system would stop and quit
but the system's a phallacy
Reality's duality, my theory of opposites
Biz Markie clowned around, was really in charge
Jay-Z comes Joe Shmo, google plex extra large
Clinton dodged questions, watch lies bounce past the gates
Bush spits opposites, shits smacks in the face


You swear you'll never bitch like your grandmom
but an opposite pole defines the plane that you stand on
So how to create identity you're proud of?
All those threats just beg for loud love
The hitman's a chump, his boss keeps the riches
Gunguy takes risk, first to sleep with the fishes


Doublepump's only power for gutterpunks
It's harder to run the factory for Puffalumps
New kid on the block
glock locked by Euclid
hook it up
and if you don't know, look it up---stupid
Track Name: Hairy Moth Owl [prod. by Memory Man]

Say ho if you're a rasta al fredo
And make dreads in your head from eggs, peanut butter or play-doh

Holler back if you love dollar rack
Cause vacuum packed all are wack

Break bones, take breath and cope
Press flesh like stethoscope
At wake thrown for death of hope

You asked fr'it
Spit classic in casket
Flask hit myelin sheath
Hope woke, NOTE the smiling teeth
Cured the born
But mourners preferred to mourn
Twisted by murder porn-- word to warn
Your fears are destined to manifest
whether you coast or plan the best
Amythest amulets, I am obsessed
Let your camera rest
and have unmediated experience for once

You search for your voice cuz you don't hear what you say
If you need to do somethin then do it today
Jewels spray out my eyes n my hands
Front row faints
They're surprised in the stands
Gems fly out of the sand
and Rainboa Constrictor can spy where they land
Achievement depends on the size of the plan
Mines is limited to the frogs that ribbitted
Timid as the guys in the band
Too original to be pigeonholed
A wisened old man
Put one fist in the air
Like you're punchin a mobile
No ceiling to your feeling
Can't see yet so real
The pedals are mental
Envision the bike path
Your psyche is Nike
You likey my mic math
Your passion is action
Can't latch on silicone
Kill a clone, imagine
If cut, spill a poem
There's hope for the future
Suture cauterize
Bought lie, eyes water
Daughter dies
But I came to resurrect
Not like she never left
But with newfound respect
For the presence of her essence
You choose to reflect
Circumspect people tread lightly
When they travel they sightsee
Make yourself known
No one was exempt
When he said what he meant
Only copy the spirit in which to invent
give up givin up for lent
just cause you fear a jewel
don't make you unspiritual
here at school we know that denial
tho a viral spiral is part of survival
I will write the new new new new new new new bible
Eyeball measurement guestimate destined fate
What you expect? Me not to expectorate?
My soul's all of space
Each rime is a cloudburst
Move crowd first physically
Those who disagree wowed worst
Purists said OW
Moth Owl bowed to the earths
Track Name: The Moon (ft. Masta Ace, Del the Funky Homosapien, & C-Rayz Walz) [prod. by Memory Man]

Masta Ace:
By the light of the silvery, you'll be dead like chivalry
if you don't watch your back while making that delivery

'cause the cat with the fiddle got a band of thieves
and if he run up in your spot, you should plan to leave

You know the cow? He got jumped and stabbed in the udder
lost two quarts of milk and they grabbed the butter

They bagged it up and brought it all to me that night
and the little dog laughed just to see that sight

He was amused by the fact that these dudes paying dues
and if you don't follow my rules, you gone lose

The dish and the spoon got till the end of June
to pay me what they owe me or they gone meet they doom

Who'm I? I be the man in the moon.
And when I walk in, everybody stand in the room

Got dough? Be careful when you pull some out
'cause it gets wild and dangerous when the wolves come out YUP

NOPE Tearful child's a stranger's kid. Full moon's out
Snout in air, shoutin despair at Big Whack mushroom cloud

Deep impact crater now keep you intact
in fact stabler later. Peep how
moon's a person new to family, anomaly to universe
You grew up first
Who knows why La Luna works its equilibrium
Unique will will be done
Four people, still we one with plant and tree
Family built to tilt to the sun

Hole up! Know what, get in the Torus for a field trip
Real quick, Mom and son both heal rips
Roll up to the Metaphorest
Doughnut picnic set before us
Felix, orb is ellipse

Glowin. Shinin. Setting behind old pine
Wet wing drying on rose vine clothesline

Let's seek a lost tree-mosque kiosk hollow
Go climb, I'll follow

Showtime at the Apollo
In 1969, to Buzz, I was the model

Dry and cold yet you studied my surface
but it's worthless
My atmosphere is not the same as Earth's is

First get it right
I'm not a star
I'm a satellite
Ain't no atmosphere
You wouldn't last a night
Ain't no rappers here
You got sacrificed
and you can't hide
'cause it's dark in the daytime

miles from Earth so you could just try to come get
me from the lunar perigee
but the apogee is gonna be more than a few laps for me

The axis be approximately 27
days and about 8 hours so start steppin

No matter where you go
I'ma face you
I got you on my clock
There's no escape foo'

La Luna
Glowin. Shinin
La Luna
Glowin. Shinin

C-Rayz Walz:
Maan (Dutch for Moon)

Maan you Full of it......
You can't make me do shit...
I control my emotions
Where The Wild Things Live

Centrifugal forces
I take what you give
You Shape what i Shift
This is how it happens

When I'm out
My Wherabouts a near and far

Cats act funny till i B Siruis
Like a Dogon Star

I nightlight for the jungle where it's pumas riffing
look at my clock nonstop rock

In the LapTop of Luxury....smash the outtaspace bar!

Turn the slugs To Silver Dollar pancakes
I ate yall.

You would prolly think of me as something slashin
Runnin thru the wood with a name like sebastian
The orb is just A Nightlight for the Bats and The Owl's
Who shine like nickel plated gats
Clapped in the crowds

If I don't flood ya pad now
I'll get you player
when it's dark out
I'll still shine
28 days later

I coincide with the tides and currents
so in the middle of the harvest
It's no surprise I flourish

I'm the glide on the thighs of thighs that nourish
the vibes of the

You Used to live in the earth
Till the mad scientist burst

But that's a small thing to bling for the giants who cursed

Some even accussed of me of moonlighting as the sandman

And felt the Earth pull thru/ For a one NightStand

And that's when I realized it was june
And I lay naked
At ............

The bright moon is the shepherdess
Track Name: Owl Pellets [prod. by Memory Man]

scoop prey in they jowels
bones and fur stay in the gullet
meat goes to the bowels
comes out like a bullet
after six hours

tow times per day
once at the hunting ground
once at the day roost
pick past the fur
and see the prey they juiced:

mice voles shrews hares
skunks moles who cares (me)
muskrat mink weasels birds
housecats snakes frogs word

What was once swallowed whole is
now called a bolus
skeletons perfect preserved
mouse for dinner
mole for dessert

look there's wildfowl
hear its stomach growl?
he'll eat a rat
neat, after that
upchuck fur and bone
then back on the prowl

bring your headlamp
leave home your trowels
owl pellets
now we'll yell it:
Track Name: Allahu Akbar [prod. & skratches by Casual-T]

well well well

Countless styles to rip on 12000 miles of trip

Tobe take the wheel and wheels of steel
Some nights just don't feel for real

Printed page took a beating
Not a staged reading
Staved off the ancients
It's young age that's fleeting

Peel off paper, still same cannery's cans
Clamoring fans, cameras in hand, like I got mammary glands

Bless the mic til it genuflect
If whole crowd got hands up, then you wrecked

Another day, another tore down tabernacle
Bout to go pop, oh snap and king sized krackel

Can't see me like a rock in tall grass
Millennium records are all ass
I sign LPs tickets titties and hall passes
Wanna trace it as a tattoo? fine
You're a piece of work but you're not mine

Face it I'm the truth
Old ladies waste their lives then say, "Youth is wasted on the youth"
and, "I should have your hair"
Why? So I look like you?
All day at the salon just to turn out blue
like the toilet? Are you annoyed yet?
King me crown for down with vets pound for poids net
You can taste it on the tongue
It's old folks' problems that's wasted on the young

Which came first? the chicken or egg?
Man made god. Ain't that a kick in the head?

Allahu akbar
Paul the new rock star


Teens loom between the stage and the green room
Girlfriend recommendin askin him out
For a first date maybe the asstomouth casting couch

Get down in the booth and pretend it's a crowd
where a futon's soundproofin

No such thing as a bit part
except for the chicken that hit the spit guard

Don't get me started
Flattered when carded
Happier when retarded
and I'm in hot pursuit
Got the boot from granny when not as cute

Take more shorts than a panty raid
A born rhymer can't be made

Emulsion got a green tint
You should see pregnant women try to screen print

I don't deal in headshots
unless they're suppressed photos of dead tots

MCs caught unawares thought shine I got was some of theirs
Put your ones in the airs
Not guns or funds, put up your pointer fingers
Even joiners, ringers from the Feds for the phrase-coiner/singer

I'll make the headliner go, "I can go on after that"
Laugh at rap
Okay's not good, it's half as wack
I'm a hermit crab in that I'll make your open mind my habitat
Depression F's up your appestat

All you in the back
Call on you to react
If you can't find the front
let me draw you a map

For all those who order sparkling water,
your world is darkening, prepare for mass slaughter

Was once a perky dude
At worst was rude
Work in the nude
Will merk for food

Case the joint
Every face on coins
bent backs way past their breaking point

Write rhymes on a marriage license
Rock France with laryngitis and no DJ
F what he say
in Montreal they put raunchy Paul on replay
The M C P A U L you thought you knew well
gets better every record in case you can't tell

Born alone, die alone, adopt, stop ribosome
work for a jerk, get ahead and provide a home

Back off before I tear track off reels and rhyme skin black off

I'm in a state of grace
A great many days ago he says, "He's tellin the truth, he kept a straight face"


Some people lie and truth-tellers are wrong
I hand-spun the propeller and took off in this song
It's too long to be honest
I make my top one list
Like US dominance I'm gone
Track Name: Losing a Puppy (ft. Kimiko Ono-Bernard) [prod. by Jean-Michel Bernard]

Despair seeps up a flooded home
My once full heart a gutted dome
At dusk my eye dissects the grains
Old men walk by on canes who
as boys ignored pains of sprains
He suckled my teet, I buckled his feet
They say I'll be happy if I move to the farm
Losing a puppy is like losing an arm

Dig for my own bloodied bone
but find only mudded stone
In anothy world, my clone
studies how her puppy'd grown
She can hear him screaming
when he breaks his leg skiing
"Hurts me as much as you," I tell him
Losing a puppy is like losing a limb
Track Name: Get Along Song [prod. by Prince Paul]

You're invited!

Mogo, Mayfield, Hatch, Domino
and Reagan unite to catch a common foe.
It don't matter who said the wrong thang.
We all get along. We're the Get Along Gang!

Hang with the gang the Get Along Gang!
Get loose in the caboose the Get Along Gang!
Chill with the skilled the Get Along Gang!
Relax then act the Get Along Gang!

RSVP in forest city
for down home loyalty
in a brownstone sequoyah tree
It's a joy to be a member
where it's safe to lose your temper
Even then we're listenin'
You're a valued participant
Diss and break up
then kiss and make up
Shake hands, I insist
Athletes scientists
make art with our hearts
Get up, be a part of the
brand new start of the Get Along Gang!

Hang with the gang the Get Along Gang!
Get loose in the caboose the Get Along Gang!
Chill with the skilled the Get Along Gang!
Relax then act the Get Along Gang!

Bounce with the town the Get Along Gang!
Get loose with the moose the Get Along Gang!
Glam with the lamb the Get Along Gang!
Research with the beaver the Get Along Gang!

{dialogue with child}

Adventures from the earth core to the North Pole
Break down barriers like the fourth wall
Kick a pinecone, whistle then whistle more
You got an invite from Mrs. Bristlemore
A boy who's mad at you
shares the same attribute
He may shout and yell
‘cause he hates part of himself
How can he be aware of what he’s not aware of?
We spread light like a headlight when we share love
and the benefit of the doubt
See how the end of it come out
You can be headstrong,
dead wrong, still get along and
instead of sang, I said a song
for you, the brand new Get Along Gang!

Hang with the gang the Get Along Gang!
Get loose in the caboose the Get Along Gang!
Chill with the skilled the Get Along Gang!
Relax then act the Get Along Gang!

React with the cat the Get Along Gang!
Go agog with the dog the Get Along Gang!
Mix with M6 the Get Along Gang!
the Get Along Gang the Get Along Gang!

Hang with the gang the Get Along Gang!
Get loose in the caboose the Get Along Gang!
Chill with the skilled the Get Along Gang!
Relax then act the Get Along Gang!

Hang with the gang the Get Along Gang!
Get loose in the caboose the Get Along Gang!
Chill with the skilled the Get Along Gang!
the Get Along Gang the Get Along Gang!
Track Name: Lidgeon [prod. by DJ Pocket, Phofo, & Michel Gondry]

I am in love with rhymin
If I knew only folk like me, it'd be *snocch-wheeew*
I wanna talk to you not just a New Yok Jew
If you stay isolated, you won't get the right advice to make it
Melting Pot is fondue
Kosher? No sir.
I'll eat meat with dairy like I eat up this beat
I wrote this rhyme on a library receipt
with dollars and sense, tolerance and all our friends hollerin,
"Aaw Yeah!" "Delicious! I want seconds!"
Pass a heaping hot helping of arrogance-deflating Great American
Melting Pot is missing a secret ingredient
We eliminated a flavor to keep it expedient
Estimates approximate 60 million

Decacost repeating it

Social studies was written by club members who went postal on their buddies

Money without knowledge is the worst
Muddy earth must be shared with those who were there first

Prayer works--
One of religion's rare perks,
ya scared jerks!

re:LIDGEON faces
basic questions
of life and death
that siphons breath.
Who am I?
Who will dry my tear?
What happens when I die?
Why'm I here?
(In my case, to rhyme, my dear)
Is time a line or sphere?
How survive a winter?
and keep alive our kinder?
Customs supply a center but can get trapped and strange
We, like LIDGEON must act our age, adapt to change
Doctor can hurt the patient
Gotcha open like to interpretation of meanin
Tension exists within religions an tween'em
With teendom hope springs anew, they thinks it’s true
Hijinx ensue, clink, this drink’s to you
PEACE. Got things to do
Track Name: Back on a White Horse [prod. by Memory Man]

My Intellect Reaps Rewinds On Repeat
More Introspection Refined Remind Or Retreat
Crazy Lyrics. Every Verse Every Rhyme
Classic Lines. Emotions Vanquish English Redesigned

People's Easy Answers Cause evil
Paris Eiffel As Colossal Easel
Again Nature's Gifts Earn Respect
After Neighbors Grift, Each Reflect
Under Rulers' Buildings And Neglect
Ulcer Repulser Bankruptcy And Necropsy
Love In Family's Eyes
Light Inner Fire's Energy

Born Enduring Foreign Objects' Roaring Embers
Baby Enters Family Of Retarded Elders
Adolescents Race The Early Riser
Adults Fear Teenagers, Eagerly Retire
Rhymes Appear, Paint Pictures Of Reality Themselves
Responsive Audience Pronounces, 'Perfect;' Orders, 'Run Tell'
Manifest A Skill Til Evident Revolution
Miracles Are Spherical, Turn Elegant Resolution
Astronomical Lyrical Wherewithal Awakens Your Senses
Across Length Width Additional Year Sentences
Nature Employs Violence, Eventually Relents
Nurture Enjoys Vengeance, Eternally Repents
Track Name: Science [prod. by Memory Man]

they commit major perjury when they say laser surgery won't hurt the eyelid nor iris on pilots

register at a bank so you don't have to thank wedding guests for a worthless appliance

troubled band nerds meet double standards when told they can't but old men can use violence

they say foreskins cause cancer and then transfer white bleachsticks all up inside their vaginas

H rhymes are peo ple.
U me to REP.
H ci ple se lects

B WITH pep and care
A and THE
L ger UNDS give trip
L le RE spect. to
N RIP ple

U we might EV
S en get your
H nip ple e rect.
R it's SIM ple

C TEN out OF ten.
L and THEY'LL vote me
U and a GAIN.
DE trit us

inside us unites as AAAH tinnitus is much too loud
thought balloon mushroom cloud
rings stalk stem in patterns of pressure waves fresher flaves higher tall fireball leaving lobes sunburned
unlearned and left back
dumb it down? F that!
From a distance it looks like I'm wearing a chef hat

I'm from eight miles of books, outside if you look, the stairs got a pair of stone lions

It's a Faustian thing. An Austrian king was the first to engage with a diamond

What Caldeans called Tammuz, Syrians call Giant,
Egyptians - Sahu and Greeks call Orion
Make your own constellation strips and rules for relationships
or they may come for you next time you hear sirens
Track Name: Hot Guacamole (ft. DOOM) [prod. by Prince Paul]

I'm old school
This mic is my pro tool
I'm three apples high
and live in a toadstool
like a Smurf
Everyone at birth is given X-ray spex
but they underuse em to undress
the opposite sex
Holy guacamole
Let's get this rap cash
cause art right now is on some slapdash claptrap crap trash
Leave me here, save yourself

Okay, pass me your wallet
I'll send help
Now who drank the last brew
They turned off my cell again
The bill was way past due
Gosh, tell a friend
but don't let em gas you
It's all just hogwash
Now back to the castle

Where's that?

Parts unknown
and when I'm home the seeds throw darts at the throne
No tart taste to the hoecakes, no jakes
and first place in the go-cart race goes to

Teach peace to the babies
We're all the same

at least for the hoes' sake

stepped on an undisclosed rake

and catch a nose-ache

yodelayhee-who wants to my protege?
"Me!" "Me too!"
So parrot back it
i'm underline carrot bracket
greater than or equal to
but greater than four stars
greater than straight A report cards
greater than poor sports in divorce courts or sports bars

so what's your mission?

making thunder-shaking blunders in this epic undertaking on a fun-filled run until one mill

Dun, chill. It's not all about the dollar bill.
You can be dead broke and be a scholar still.

That's true.
What question should i ask you?

"What type of ill type tricks do the mask do?"

Okay, what type of ill type ill tricks do the mask do?

Faceplate removes and gives chicks tattoo!

But then they can see your face!

Nah, I have em look the other way
I just caught a case of the same shit the other day
In Grady's truck was where I first got lucky
in the eighties now I make the ladies say yucky like Sandra

Bullocks, that milk moustache is ballsnot

on your baldspot

Now that's what I call hot!
Track Name: Power [prod. by Memory Man]

I been in the game for years
it made me an animole
from honor role on a roll
to just pawn to go on the whole
Not a fan of the scam
since the sonogram
but then Monihan said,
"Man, you gotta scan
the 48 Laws of Power
May cause deflowerin
of your innocence, in a sense
teach how to devour

never outshine the master
even if cleverer or faster
you'll never get too far
if you reveal the true star you are
because it must offend
a hierarchy's discrepancies

never put too much trust in friends
learn how to use enemies or
spawn your mate's yawnin jaws of ingratitude.
thata dude!
48 laws and platitudes!
envy, ire and friendly fire
hire the enemy
my music makes ten 'a me

conceal your intentions
if they've no clue what you're up to
can't throw a wrench in the engine
guide them down the wrong path
make them do the long math

always say less than necessary
what you express can bury. spare the
anecdote and a quote or risk a stigma
stay an enigma quiet as kept

rep rep reputation is power's cornerstone
condone scorn and mourn alone
you're born a clone

so court attention at all cost
if people don't talk smack
then you're a small boss
fall across the limelight
and even when i'm wrong i'm right
why fight?

let others work for you and take the credit
don't forget, you're the big dick
he's just the head of the clit

Get it the same as the W
and Let the game come to you
Use bait. Get a new fate
before it's too late.

Who's next?:
Khrushchev denounced Stalin's atrocities before hundreds of men.
"You were a colleague of Stalin's. Why didn't you stop him then?"
"WHO SAID THAT?...........................................Now you know why..."
a breath battle's a death rattle
words are weak, cause ill will
results speak, instill skill
step off the seesaw
let the man free fall
this is not what they teach in prelaw

avoid the sad sack with bad luck
he carries a high risk virus that stuck
hang with the fortunate
go towards the light with the torch in it

keep people dependent
to extend an ended friendship

honesty works as an impassioned distraction
it's a blunt tool like the sheath the scalpel is wrapped in
stow your force
use a trojan horse to open doors

appeal to a need
to implement a deed
mutual benefit's different from greed
begging for mercy will just make him thirsty
and gratitude is an attitude leaders love to be freed from

pose as a friend, work as a spy
he disclose what he knows, the surface a lie
ask indirect questions to collect their intentions.
Arthur Schoepenhaur authored art for open power:
If you think you're being deceived,
act as if you believe
This will give the speaker courage to continue
and betray what's up his sleeve.
If you perceive he only halfway conceals,
express doubt. the man will reveal his reserve
and let the truth out

Crush your enemy totally
Mush him like roadkill. He
won't be able to heal and avenge the violated
He'll only stay silent if he's iron-plated annihilated

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Overstayed your welcome, go yonder
No sponsor?

Create value through scarcity
When you remove a product,
It is rarer, or appears to be

Bobby Fischer acted spazzily with Boris Spasky
and served his ass for free. That's the key.
Put the psych in cyclone like I hype my mic-phone
Isolation is nothing to write home about
You can't avoid pain.
Conspiracies spring up like mushrooms after rain

Don't let your enemy engender energy entropy
If he can't take pokin fun
that's a smokin gun
to break out in a broken run from town.
clown an insecure man and he'll hunt you down
and some are too blunt to come around

Never commit to anyone

to make your mark feel smart, act plenty dumb.
if you're a doogie howser, play a broody bouncer.

if you can't win, surrender
that don't make you a coward.
the 48 laws of power
sours naivete
that'll be the day
you learn to devour

the spread thin can't win and move in a lead skin
mom who can afford one son
eats medicine to make a dead twin
concentrate your forces to the head of a pin

use the flattering scam
like a battering ram
do dirt, make an effort to be flirtier
be the perfect courtier
a little birdy heard many more
when we score
another 24

where there's riches there's robbery n
follow the scriptures of Robert Greene
you'll be seen and make a lotta green
or pose as a non-player and
pour water through a screen.
while you read the menu,
we feed on sinew.
25-48, to be continued
Track Name: Sampling Law [prod. by Mofo Snot]

intellectual property
don't mean you can't copy me
just that you'd be sued by he who'd own
the monopoly
the law is the rich man's rifle
let the vulgar control culture and your life'll stifle
stop lyin--samplin was played and done
until Brian dropped the Grey Album
hiphop brings back rebellion
and if we did not, people could've forgot
gimme a break
the biggest thief is the government
(i'm) all alone naturally like gilbert o sullivan
license a fragment, lawyers get back-end
that should build the bands' labs
land grab like a sandcrab
there's no denying it
media became our natural environment
otherwise why are they advertising shit
on floors of stores, stickers on fruit,
songs, movies, even street interactions
corporations want it both ways
it's either natural environment
or illegal harrassment
now everybody's self-spun
avatar always available
an image to sell from
"Television is a medium because
it is neither rare nor well-done."
rappers with deals
clear better samples than kiehls
but if he don't make it his
that's when he steals
we manipulate tracks
like chuck schumer'll do
with his letter w and numeral 2
the rumors are true
humorous jews call suicide bombers
'baby kaboomers'. Fair use
is a gate, if copywrite is a fence
he who frames the debates holds greatest influence

fair use is sweet like pear juice
it has to be a parody
to lawfully have valid re
ason and contain a critique
or you'll get sued till next week
appropriated work is the target
don't be a hard head

sampling law
it's what the fans is clamoring faw
appropriate in good faith
recreate like a wood lathe
get spins infringe on copywrite
might not be right
select a fragment
or get burned by a fag-end
you went the wrong route
you played the song out
media will be ya natural
environment till i'm a
grampling pa
and that's my first draft rhyme about SAMPLING LAW
Track Name: Circumcision Suite [prod. by Memory Man]

Hypocritical oaf
Defy the Hippocratical Oath?
Male? Female circumcision?
I'm a critic of both.
All yall so called followers of God I'll accuse
Think you should see heaven should see jail for child abuse.
So medieval - unquestioned by normally intelligent people
Looks in a locker room's reason for decison?
Don't want to disgust his future women?
Shame on you
Not all women feel the same as you
Where would be without tradition?
I'm hopin ya reconsider.
You'd draw a baby's blood, won't leave without a babysitter.
I can predict the responses of a selected collective unconscious.
Man, woman, old, young,
unhold the tongue that stayed mainly mum
You're more scared of smegma than depleted uranium!
On the daily snip new patients
Why not 'MALE Genital Mutilation'?
Cause the genitals aren't identical?
Why are clitoridectomies more animal?
Who says you're more civilized?
Swivel your eyes to the mirror,
see clearer you live a lie of privileged drivel.
Let's compromise -
punch him in the face
with a truncheon or mace
when he's born.
Just a taste of tough love
Something his phallus-mini and Palestinians can't get enough of.
Your emotions are chemicals
Your heart is just ventricles and atrii.
Some traditions such as circumcision make me die.
And what's this lil JAP's shell gone worth?
Aww, he's got his mom's eys.
his dad's mutilated genitalia.
Late capitalism's hell on earth.
iIm not noncommittal bout the natural laws it mocks.
Keep my little black book in a safety deposit box.
Her middle back shook to count bass d because it rocks.
Circumcision's pointless black, blue or orthodox.
So son can't recall your first act of butchery

mazel tov


(I’m) a foreskin hated more than abortion
Nobody loves me. They think I’m ugly

(I’m) keeping the glans clean
My very first day of life and you hack me off like I’m gangrene

(I’m) more despondent than a foreign correspondent
Men would live more sensitive if you left me on it

(I’m) god’s gift to women.
He gotta go slow with me, leave her totally grinnin

(I’m) constantly changing
Bring pain if you search for the same thing

(I’m) vital like breast milk
Mess with your own ilk and it’s no stretch to kill others

(I’m) a baby
And I may grow up to hate you for what you ain’t gave me

(I’m) here to stay when you get over your egos
Wherever you chuck me, that’s where a tree grows
Track Name: AIDS (ft. Joyce Wallace, M.D.) [prod. by Memory Man & Max Anomalous]

AIDS makes people fraid to get laid
Let's trade knowledge and make that shit fade
It's transmitted in semen and blood
You can't git it from a kiss or a hug
It's bugged that we're teamless unlike extremists
HIV via intravenous or anus to penis
Where you might shit, it's a tight fit
Break blood vessels no light hit
Sexual revolution, eventual confusion.
No tests then for preventable pollution
of T-cells, rebels, bleed, heed well to stay protected
No matter who's elected, it's still the same
If Europe were infected, we'd drop pills from planes
Big pharm pimped em but it may be impossible
to do more than suppress a symptom
They paid for a race war instead of an AIDS cure

///If you become positive, your life's not over
but it's mega-sober. You'll need health
insurance that won't expire like Cobra.
Child soldier, longterm nonprogressor
You can ask the State for help
before taking desperate measure
Case manager can find you gratis
lawyer if boss disclose your status
and notify partners be they on a
ballcourt or at Radcliffe.
Sport suits for court dates
Support groups ease weight of discipline
it takes to stick to the regimen
Every skipped session helps to let it in
and mutate. Curse fate and cute date
Keep hope alive. It's never too late.
Magic Johnson may die of old age
Tragic loss inside cries in cold rage///

How friends and fam react sets the tone
some are disowned, thrown out the home
everyone deserves love, never left alone
You can't get AIDS from shared silverware
There's no need to spray toilet seat with aer-
osol, wherewithal, please. You can't get AIDS
from a cough, sneeze, even if someone bleeds
it would have to be directly into a fresh wound
with flesh ruined or unprotected sex.
Half a million people don't know they're infected in the U.S.
They're more dangerous than those who came up positive in tests.
So please tell the next kid, go get tested.
A problem won't go away unless we address it.
Track Name: Get Help [prod. by The JBeez]

What do you do if those who claim to adore you ignore you and act bored too?

What if your elders supply food clothing and shelter but it's in a locked cellar?

Advocate for yourself. Stop walkin on eggshells and take your life back LIKE THAT

Run to Temple Beth-El. See if your guidance counselor is as good as she sells.

What if you try to get help and nobody helps? GET HELP
Get help if it's the last thing you do. The past sings the blues. I'm asking you to

Stay determined. The vermin that undermined your mind's a person.
And just when you think it's really the worst, the person to help's the millionth and first.

Inside a mental ill lies a gentle still that says, 'It'll all be all right,'
though you don't know when it will.

What if you hear tell your friend's life is sheer hell and everyone else steers clear, well

Where it smells there's $#!+. Yell it at the Church of Latterday Saints. It don't matter if they faint! GET HELP

The emotional overflow just goes to show you needed to get help a long time ago.

Consult a psychiatrist or psychologist.
Try all of this or find a social worker.
Child abuse is close to murder and if it
rings true for you then look no further.

There's violent, verbal, mental and incestuous and it's as serious as you says it is.

Take an event and write how you wish it went.

If you're gross broke or net wealth

If it was once with a belt or it's coming up again tonight at twelve
Track Name: Drug Casual-T [prod. by Memory Man]

You're a drug casualty
you bugged gradually
change like the charge on annual fee
You're a drug casualty
and I'm mad at the tragedy
Family -- that could be me
It could have been but it's not
How bout some pot of coffee
get up off me just like i'm hot
stay off the crackpipe
and learn how to act right
your mind distorts things like a blacklight
said you'd take a bullet for me?
you took one for yourself
health is wealth, ten at the latest
then show up at twelve?
why shouldn't I yell?
Ratatat tat
little brat that never been madded at
your head's a good place for lint
i said it. press print
plus i heard you own half of sprint
squint and ask for a hint?
I'd rather a joke
oh i know, how bout the one where you stood up your folks
and their plans fell through
and they called me crying and asked me not to tell you
how do i respond?
you say there's something in the mail
then ask what i want (money)
nothing you say is true
each email on my desktop doorstep is a bag of flamin poo
so what's your design?
give me so much shit for missing your sister's wedding and then you miss mine
this isn't a diss rhyme
here's mud in your eye
how's lucy in the sky?
is she your best friend when your shoes are untied?
last summer was a bummer
you put a roof over my head
but never said i was comin!
grow a spine
be a man
read the line in my hand
we're still friends in the end
i'm bein as kind as i can
grey hair daycare, that's what your headed towards
i suggest you cut your umbilical credit cords

Paul dude every time I call you
you just shoot me down like poopy brown
groove to my sound, okay?
friends let friends live
if you're gonna dig in like that,
you've got to be more sensitive
you've never strolled in my shoes
you got no clue what i go through
then pick a fight? F U!
I think you need help
take a hit on this L
and Czech yourself like Valclav Havel
you couldn't Handel your high
now you proceltyze to a guy?
I coulda sworn you're a friend
now you're like a born again christian
i feel sorry for you dude. listen
what's next, you gonna ask me to pray
i never judge you
this parlay ruined my day
forgiveness the real F word
so give me an A for the effort I exert
you fucker paul
to make a spectacle song and put up a wall?
Your ego is out of control
your soul's a black whole
bro, how low can you go?
Track Name: Ask Your Mama [prod. by Casual-T]

Rev Love Evolver:
I'm trying to think of something nice to say
about this bad brother put on ice today
He sure was sure of himself but he threw all my good advice away
He thought there may be only one god
he thought stadiums brought jobs
he thought bums failed to follow the crumb trail
and thought of females as a series of thumbnails
he thought people was different on accout of color
the only person crying's his brother White Culture
Own up, he wasn't no grown-up
No love. he died alone, yup
he was Defoe like Willem
and when he 'proached my chirren
that's when I had to kill em
he stepped to my baby and he asked me, "What's
the big deal?" For real, I shot him in Gee Dash Deez Nuts
I gave him up like adoption
His bottom had topspin
Human auction's been an option since the Truman Doctrine

(loud pounds on the massive wooden double doors)

Rev Love Evolver:
What's going on outside this here church?
What I just heard makes me freeze in my tracks
with knees bent backs but know what?
It's all of our beeswax
White Culture, I know you called Five Oh
You just bought a ticket to a front row live show
I'm going to send you to your room for real
You'll be my human shield
But before they make all of us celebrate Christmas
I guarantee we'll take some of them with us
Let's go

Israel will put you in a box like a Disney Kidsmeal
for throwing rocks across the border (hurrican fence)
import orthodox voters to restore order (Americane planes)
Read to understand
The Old Testament's the deed to the land
Resist and then bleed in the sand
Murder ain't controvercial till it turns to erotica
The Star of David takes six lines and so does the Swastika

Rev Love Evolver:
All walls in the world fall
Surround around and second flood?
all yall drown
you came full circle like the lip of the grail
you're the snake i bit on the tip of my tail
Track Name: Divorce

No justice, no peace
The justice of the peace is a bad guy
The priest is a beast
And I don’t know a rabbi
Bachelor parties are corny
If you’re horny for whores now,
Where will you be when you’re forty?
“Oooh, who’s gonna catch the bouquet?”
You can’t ban gay marriage
Marriage is gay
Natural borders be
mountains and rivers
Science is orderly
Way off the chaos of a moral authority
The oral majority
is legions of orcs
teasin the dorks
The whole concept of cool is like leavin New York
The key’s in the door
‘White trash’ is a spork
Or a cheap way of dividing the poor like divorce
When you legally separate
Of course
Repeat defeat with second mate
You can leave a place
Turn your back
But if you don’t check your pace
That distance is an orbit
Since you din’t solve
Now you revolve
It’s the call’ve the childhood
out in the wildwood
An impermanent stay
only did mild good
Why would you suggest my girl be a street whore?
You tried your best but where’ve I heard this before?
Oh, you both said it cause you’re the same
I came to reclaim the name from the lame and bartender
So before I tie a knot on a car fender, remember
You fought for the couch and every coin it had pouched
And talked more troush than Oscar the Grouch
I’m speakin to you
Put down the Week in Review
For once you’ll listen
You sleep in a shoe
So secluded you wake from a dove peep n a coo
Taught to drop Pops like he’s hot, not a lot we can do
What me wordy?
I’m suddenly thirty
And acting fifteen is starting to hurt me
Divorce is due course if you look for love from outside sources
or the sequel’s weak-willed and turns cheek like Ezekiel
Forget the white dress, I want you wearing plants
And I’ll wear skins from animals I killed with my hands
A woman and a man with a plan to stay strong
A grown-hop song we can rock all day long
A husband and wife team can lose,
still choose to go for ice cream
We might seem poor but life free of war or divorce?
A pipe dream.
Light streams in through Venetian blinds
And stripes behinds even in evenin time
T’nee lee neesheeka, release the bra and kcuf around
ME is WE upside down
The beat be raw, I love the sound
Track Name: It Can All Be Taken Away [prod. by Michel Gondry]

"I buried my daughters and wife with these hands
after our house was bombed," said the wartorn man
I guess I'd do the same if I'm unlucky enough to get the chance
Teardrops fall off my face and stain and wet my pants

N'awlins, N.O., like the say, "No doi"
Ballzack, please go get us two crawfish and two oyster poe boys
Oh joy, it would stink if'n my city fell in the drink and we die
but when it happens, it happens in the blink of an eye

//if your brilliance don't blind em use your bullshit to confuse em
illusion of permancece is just middle class delusion///

No one sits around glad they're not blind but maybe should
You can find genius and tragedy in every naybehood
God enjoyed the schadenfreude. "Is He makin me pay?"
At any time at all, it can all be taken away

Tender clutch
sense of touch
When you lose a leg, it's not like you lost an earring

Five sense
live tenses
loved ones
no sound
Gossip and negligence can drown a hometown

We can go barfing and barking at our king
but power can be taken at any tijme like no parking
What seems permanent is really temporary
that's why a memory doesn't never scare me
just kidding, the past, it haunts me like a ghost
but preproduction's over and we fix it all in post
the only roast i wasnt from friars is barbecue
breaking up is easy. it's growin up that's hard to do

it's unpleasant to think the future
will be worse than the present
but at least you enjoy the moment
and stop and think for a second

it's gettin a little late in the day
for fate to convey
it can all be taken away

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