Reppin The Real

thas g,
but not enough to hang wit me,
because I am the epitome of what REAL oughta be,
but hey thas me.
i don't just do what i do so i can get a meal or get fed,
if i was just that I'd rather be dead,
be pumped full of lead with the blood i shed,
but that's enough said, till you find me dead,
I be reppin HIP HOP and that LA on yo head.



Something I wrote for my friend on her myspace... =]

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though the wicked seem to prosper

We live in a world filled with people are are constantly trying to PURSUE happiness through temporary pleasures.
They $PEND too much time looking for HAPPINESS outs of THEMSELVES, when it is actually withIN.
A lesson Socrates tried to teach us when he stated, "the successful care of the SouL brings with is many good things that are not immediately apparent.
Though the wicked seem to prosper, their happiness is an ILLusion."

Perhaps this is what pre-Socratic Philosopher Parmenides meant when he was teach that we canNOT TRUST our SENSEs because these so-called pleasures they bring us are an ILLusion.

Yet another pre-Socractic Philosopher, Heraclitus, taught about OppositeS; Day canNOT BE without nighT and Life without deatH.

Maybe WE first need to learn what ILLusions we are LIVing in our life before we are enLIGHTened by the TRUTH withIN.



-- A short excerpt from something I wrote for my philosophy class.

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Life Stresses

Stresses of life are enough to want to put a bullet in the dome
And bleed out the suffering unshown
Aiming for the money and chrome
But you end up alone
You might as well be
Like fuck it this ain’t me
While the rich and wealthy
Say you’ll never be me
You might as well go off selling trees
Get your money with the weed you give out
But the is is the real world, the weak get weeded out
Doesn’t care if you manage to get your seed out
Negative mentality is what you’re all about
You might as well join the Jews in the oven, with an apple in your mouth
God forgive me for using harsh words
But it’s your ignorance that made me use harsh terms
My words are infections germs
Bound to kill you if you don’t learn

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Higher Level

I’m no devil just at another level
This ain’t another fable
It’s high risks on the table
Like the Olympians defeating the Titans
I’ll reign as champion over the region and the rest of things to come

I’ve lived through the den of lions
Liars and hypocrites
Behind my back they talk shit, and I verbally execute whom I see fit
And one by one they’re eliminated from my list
I’m the rebirth of ill, I make time stand still through shear force of will
My words are like forgotten relics and hieroglyphics, your feeble mind can’t handle it
Your ignant mind only knows what the media tells you
While I went beyond the confines and helped create the nebulas before you
I shine like the sun with my rays burnin’ ya, I ain’t no god, but I AM above YOU

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The Battle

As I enter the battle I feel the weight of the tension
Rockin’ the floor, I’m in the fourth dimension
Oblivious to the crowd paying attention
Not to mention
I’m here to teach my opponent a lesson
Whether krump, bboy, poppin, or lockin’
It’s him that I’m stompin’
I be droppin’ dance moves like nuclear bombs
In harmony with the beat as the DJ mixes the songs

This ain’t no You Got Served or Stomp The Yard shit
This is a real battle, not commercial tidbits
‘Cause if you try battling me with that commercial shit
Imma slap you silly and get you a Bboy starter kit

(I get Buck)
Usin’ buck stomps and kill offs to kill him off
(I BBoy)
Usin’ stylish footwork, to kill flares and windmills
(Straight poppin’)
Getting my hits and my waves on the bass and the beat as I glide light on my feet
(And Lockin)
From Scooby-Doo walks and Uncle Sam points
The Black Eyed Peas said it “That’s the joint, that’s the jam.”
You’d better give up, ‘cause this battle is in my hands.

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Lost Thoughts in the Dark

Sitting on my porch trying to gather my thoughts
Trying to pick up pieces of my soul that I know I’ve lost
I envelop myself with a mask
So you can never know me and the scars of my past
The me that lives despair and loneliness
The me that has no one
Not a friend to turn to or a shoulder to cry on
So I close my eyes and close them firm
As the tears from my eyes start to burn
As my pain overwhelms my weakened heart
My light burns out and I give in to the dark

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Reign of Terror

I’m an asshole when you get me pissed
An obnoxious son of a bitch
I don’t give a shit go ahead and call me a prick
You can suck on this verbal dick ‘til it’s my words that you spit
Go ahead and sing your song
While I blow your house up with these C4 bombs
Body parts of your friends and family all over the lawn
Fucking with me is unheard of
So consequently I’m goin after the ones you love
And take more lives than Thailand's tsunami and Hiroshima’s death from above
You fucked with Pandora’s Box
Now all hope is lost
You’re drowning in a sea of chaos
Shit happens with you fuck with Vision ParadoX
Maybe now you know your error
When you entered my reign of TERROR

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