The Drug of Success

The Drug of Success

You ever want something so bad that love doesn't describe the passion you have for it?! Your blood, sweat and tears along the journey is your soul releasing your fears. I'm confident in my own abilities and all the underestimation is music to my ears. Yea, I know greatness takes time but being mediocre is my biggest fear. What do you know about sitting in your room, and writing until your brain hurts because you're changing your thoughts into spears. 1000 horses are pushing my ambition locomotive since the hunger inside is pushing me to change the gears. Bring on the unknown because progression can't with fear. You have to stop believing the propaganda, hesitation and skepticism will cause your opportunities to disappear. The belief in a limitless future, and when your preparation meets your opportunity your luck will reappear. Enhancing my performance by mixing my knowledge with the antlers from on a deer.

Success is the opium of society, once you taste it, you gotta have more, you gotta the pure. Succeeding once doesn't appease the addiction, everyone is looking for the next hit. A taste of success, you gotta have more, you gotta have the pure.

What do you know about being so close the finish line you can smell it but not close enough to taste it. Don't take success for granted because there's always someone waiting to extract your opportunity. Success is surgical since the road to achieve it is giving my motivation a face lift. Your blood, sweat, and tears are faceless, its the nature of the beast so face it. I'm a hot dog when it comes to success because my failures will never catch up. Now mustard down your hating because I relish overcoming underestimation. Yea I know the beef with my critics is kosher because my bun of ambition is blanketing their rebuttal. Chip Kelly of my journey, obtaining my aspirations by going no huddle. The nature of success is offensive, its simplicity is complex that's why the defense is looking befuddled. Everybody is looking for affection and success is an attractive relationship, which is why the people who are envious want to cuddle. I'm mildewing a blueprint for my success since I'm always sleeping in ambition puddle. Why not sleep and bathe with the soap, called success? Without success being apart of your life, it leads to depression. When success becomes absent, then your skills go through a talent regression. It's all about plating your confidence, so you can astutely serve your success projections.

Success is the opium of society, once you taste it, you gotta have more, you gotta the pure. Succeeding once doesn't appease the addiction, everyone is looking for the next hit. A taste of success, you gotta have more, you gotta have the pure.

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It's Fabricated

It's Fabricated

Cotton hard or rock soft, you can rock on or rock off. That tough guy facade is only getting your rocks off. Off the top, I'm off the block. I'm not pitching the rock, just spitting what you cook in a pot. That lethal, it will make ya heart stop. I don't pose to be hard, its just hard being me. It's easier to be yourself, yet you're trying hard to be a wannabe. Lies are the enemy and I'm spitting behind enemy lines. My truth is making the enemy's bodies drop. No top, ruthless with lyrics, so the onslaught won't stop. Non stop perpetration, the X on your mouth marks the spot. Assassination to the fictitious facades, I'm snipering for big dreams and my ambitions are the red dot. Lies are everywhere, there’s no logical arrangement, a bunch of scattered plot. A needle filled with truth serum, the injection is the liars' burial spot. A graveyard of falsification, dead the fabrication or your conscience will erode and rot. Yea cooking up a solution, its my desire and ambitions boiling in the pot. Lies are a different version of the truth, that's an incomplete plot. Get your story right because the truth's attention is killing your spot.

You can captivate the audience without being a fictitious goon. With your fabricated street cred, now the streets are talking and you're looking like a buffoon. The lies are cloudy and the truth is on the forecast, a person's clarity is the typhoon. Too many people's persona are a tornado of lies, pulling the wool over our eyes, a bunch of racoons. I'm hate liars so I'm sharp with the criticism, yea spitting harpoons. Your fraudulent activities are bring in the storm, I can feel the monsoon. The truth is lunar eclipsing the lies, the facts are written on the moon. You can't hide yourself forever, your taste of reality is coming soon. Lying is an epidemic so I'm diplomatically deploying my defenses,the first line is my creative platoon. You're suiciding your tough guy persona, the only thing you're drawing are cartoons. It's western style, we're hanging the liars at high noon. Rifling off the facts, yea that's gunning the truth, I'm a word play goon. I'm not a butterfly yet since my attribute metamorphosis is still in my greatness cocoon. I'm done for now but I'll be back soon.
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The Movement

The Movement

A fire breathing dragon, scorching the game, my thought pattern is lyrical butane. Suicide the message, Kurt Cobain, straight jacket the knowledge, the school system will make you go insane. Coining my tendencies because I'm trying to make change. We pay more for less and less for nothing. What's the value for knowledge being exchanged? Take your wisdom to provoke change, instead of idolizing the man on the corner asking for change. The corner man is having withdrawals, he's stuck in the same spot that’s limited range. The uneducated are loving the negative publicity, they just love the fame. Negativity doesn't make you famous, it puts your name infamy. Just kickin' the truth that’s why the haters have it in fa me. When you rain the knowledge, your name will reign infamous. Its established that the establishment lies are notorious, to project our country's decisions as glorious. Never scum to negativity or your detractors will become victorious. No victories for my detractors, more like victims of being unsuccessfully notorious. It's all about the ambition movement because living for a job will become laborious. Just remember that struggle builds character, after the smoke clears your ambitions will be victorious. I'm a intellectual warrior, who's critically acclaiming, it's critical for you to put your ambitions on a pedestal. Life is all about forward movement, but you can't move forward if you're living in rewind. You have to run with your passion, or your skills will continue to decline. Upward grinding for greatness since my determination is on the incline. Relax and recline, no time for it because the snakes and vultures want to snatch you from behind. Hmm, ambition is subliminally sublime, your life is a path that is undefined. You must remember to be apart of the right movement because some forward motion can still be considered stagnation. Yea, you're just walking forward that's not social or ambitious progression. No thought movement, you're dead while alive its a recluse depression. Stop it with the facade, we all know you're not grinding, your major is dilapidated regression. I'm adding to my versatility to increase my marketability in social and economical recession!

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Keep It Honest

Keep It Honest!

Keep it honest homie, we all know the stress from failin leaves ya pockets boney. Honestly, even when you're in private eyes are still watchin, cant trust the competition's cronies. No honesty, but my eyes are on my privacy while I publicly expose these phonies. Truth be told, I have a few old friends and a couple of cronies. I'm surrounded by some thought provoking geniuses and my creative homies. In my quest to make history, the path to the top has never felt so lonely. I’m not lonely just isolated in my thoughts since I know the competition can't hold me. I hate lies, liars and lying, only the truth protects me. Truth be told, the truth is in ya soul, old or brittle, yea lies break bones. Unaccustomed to being honest, a liars reality is injury prone. Lavish lies can't conceal the fact that you're a rerun, just another TV clone. You're trapped in space, your maze of lies has you searching for reality, ET style you need to phone home.

You opened up the envelope and got a taste of reality, u should have just let the truth be. A critic's cynical nature highlights your faults and invades your privacy. When you live in reality, you don’t have any privacy. Privately, people are public about their honest. Honestly, tire of people's increasing need for dishonesty. I must live in a false reality, there’s more honor in lies then in telling the truth. Self inflicted or by the hands of another, eaten by the belly of the beast or the belly of the voting booth. Avoiding parental obligation, kill ya inherent inconvenience, Rae Carruth. In this time of uber social media, its a merky line between livin a lie and omitting the truth.

All the calamity, when u spit the truth there’s no anonymity. Too many facades, that’s the reason for fictitious entities. Too much negative energy, it always brings out ya enemies! Go ahead and mock the truth, but truth be told, you like being minimes. You ever notice lies are uneven, and honesty brings synergy?! You can pocket the knowledge or pick pocket the games, truth comes from ambitious energy. Be honest with yourself because lies lead to you being another man's mini me. What a tangled web fabrication weaves, people forget that lies have no synergy. Dress it up or bring it down, not being truthful only promotes negative energy. You and me have no chemical balance, yea living true lies has no chemistry. Here we go, vivid tales of elaborate dreams, we see your fabricated imagery. No fabrication but an elaborate image in me, opposite attract yet we don't have any symmetry. The media is the make-up artist, their skillful spins can't cover up the lack of social chemistry! Lying about your accomplishments because in your heart you know you lack ambition. Keep it honest homie, is a lie worth derailing your success mission?

Writers Block

Writers Block

What to do when your thoughts are trapped in your mind's prison? You have the thoughts but you don't have the words to create the vision. Too many or not enough options cloud the decision to bring the audience lyrical precision. I try to revive my zone, to bring the creative juices back home. But, it didn’t work so my mind is Macaulay Cculkin, home alone. The ideas are a lot of fragments, therefore call this a literature piece, a bunch of shattered bones. I can be on one for a hour but all it takes is a phone call or a trip to the bathroom, for my mind to escape the zone. Now I'm playing phone with my mind but the hot line I had is now dead. I try to revive that line by putting the phone to my head yet, the dial tone remains dead. Since I can't find the zone, I went from my heart but I'm only jotting down things you already read. I need a creative jot so I'll just go off the top my head, or turn on some music instead. Full of ideas, yet the thoughts to the pen are blocked so how am I going to keep the paper fed. How can I bring the words to life when my thoughts are dead. Entrapment, I'm a prisoner of my own mind. Matching wits with my mental while searching for the mental key I need to find.

Don't you hate that feelin? Don't you hate that feelin? Writers block! Writers block will make you go insane. Is writers block the mind's recovery from creative discovery? We gotta break free from this ball and chain. The emptiness of nothing is fillin' the brain. Writers block numbs you but you still can feel the pain. We gotta put an octagon to writers block to eliminate the mental strain.

How do you stop this feelin'? I call it entrapment. Your thoughts are enclosed somewhere inside your mental's fortress. You have the topic sentence and the thesis but you can't find the words to paint the portrait. Your mind is feeling like the Kentucky derby, your thoughts are racing but you're not visualizing horses. Thoughts about upgrading the class of description in your topic sentence yet, there's insufficient funds to pay for the mental courses. You have an idea but your thoughts amount to nothing. A pair of machine with 600 horses, so the pen and your mind are racing Porsches. Creativity is down for the count since your stories were burned by the torches. You want to create but in your mind it's too late because right now you're experiencing that feelin'. Nothing is there! How does emptiness fill the blank in? A claustrophobic conversation, constricts the motion similar to bodies plankin'. You're full of ideas however the creative juices keep blankin'.

Don't you hate that feelin? Don't you hate that feelin? Writers block! Writers block will make you go insane. Is writers block the mind's recovery from creative discovery? We gotta break free from this ball and chain. The emptiness of nothing is fillin' the brain. Writers block numbs you but you still can feel the pain. We gotta put an octagon to writers block to eliminate the mental strain.

Keep the thoughts flowing, its the creativity movement! No writers block allowed! Lets Go

State of Society

State of Society

The establishment versus artistry, its the clash of the titans. The powers at be fear what they cannot see that's why an artist's mind is frightenin'. Research is the calm before the storm, can't hear the thunder but knowledge is the lightnin'. The answers to our problems are on the wall but we have to decide to read the writin. A society that succeed by taking shortcuts so people resort to bitin. Artists want freedom therefore don't block their originality or they revert to fightin'. Society is scared to write because they fear their thoughts aren't powerful enough to illuminate the lightin'. There is a lot of instilled fear that is intended to control our thinkin'. The fear that is instilled blames art for society's problems and they say people's creativity is responsible for the financial sinkin. Quicksand the negativity because success is based on your connectivity, yep social networking is all about linkin. Too many dummies at the top that's why they don't want the civilians thinkin'. A bunch of brain dead perpetrating scholars has society's mental decomposing, embalmingly stinkin. Greatness rises to the top and the meek's curious starts shrinkin'.

If you're reading this then we're conversing and Naw I’m not ventin. Why is equality for everybody forbidden? Decipher or decode, can you understand the written? Illiteracy, is it scripture or transcriptions? You must prepare in the present to succeed in the future, that's my depiction. Carbon copy success that's my prediction. Originality is the antidote, here I'll write the prescription. No synergy, a bunch of chemistry with a lot volatile chemical, so we can't cause friction. There is friction with deferring opinions, you might not agree but my life combat style is play, yep straight recreation. I’m serious about my ambitions so bring on the competition. Reality is a movie and if even the script is fiction, it can still depicts life's nonfiction. Charged with being an artist, yep this is just a piece to add to my conviction. People need to realize life is dull and boring without art or creativity, so stop trying to censor it and appreciate the artistry exhibition. Life changes everyday, therefore don't harp on the negative that leads to regression. What's up with all this passive aggression, that unassertive defiance doesn't accomplish anything but stopping your progression. Media barrage of people's social exploitations so they can capitalize off other people transgressions. Its the American way no honor amongst thieves, you'll stab me in the back to elevate your progression. The establishment is hair-lining the game because their business decisions have the talent receding. Yep a few sub par quarters and now its a talent recession. Its socially obnoxious and a mental conundrum that creative originality is in a deep depression. The youth is passionate about social networking but about their dreams or aspirations its a bunch of passive aggression.

Gotta get it, the state of society is inside me. The pen looks to my mind to confide in me. Inside my mind so I know what's drivin me but for it to be a cohesive unit, I need know what's drivin them. My ambition is chauffeurin me so my success is never dim. We have to elevate our thoughts to keep our minds above the rim. The media is used to educate our youth. Education is water down so it pushes the agenda of the establishment's truth. Eliminating the budget of education to decapitate art by the roof. Uncover the lies and the posturing, them putting regulations on creativity is the proof. Americans are lacking originality because people believe standing out makes you like a goof. Falsehoods and political bickering has the county fragmented, yep a bunch of shattered glass. Instill fear through the media, their scare tactics are a lot of hot air just stomach gas. No green for art programs so we can't water our creativity, a lot of dead grass. Read, research, decipher and understand, obtaining skills puts you ahead of the class.

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What is your Identity

What is your Identity

Everybody wants a chain before they get a name. Society doesn't want standouts that’s why they train everybody the same. If you're not trying to be yourself then your identity is lame. I'm going for that Malcolm or Martin status, yea I'm aiming for change. Can't fall prey to following so my imagination is always expanding its range. The thoughts are rangeless because the words are protein for my brain. You can't fear ambition because your success can't be tamed. I write for the love but my words express themselves for the fame. I won't change for the moment to appease the pain, pushing the envelope because adversity heals the strain. Bad manners persona since the effects of the truth is untrained. They want us to perpetrate our persona and have us embellish elaborate fabrication to make them change. They don't want artists to have differences since the industry fears change because it might diminish their change. Endless potential, uncapped mental, greatness is always in range. As artists we have to be outta of the box, you need to be married to your originality. You can't allow your creativity to be constrained. Is the fear coming for the words or is the message that this piece contains. You can dress me up any way you want but my message and my concepts will always remain. How can you contain a lion when the artistic canvas is his domain. Its a rage against normalcy and conformity, can't let the allure of money allow your uniqueness to be tamed. Never allow them to classify you and another artist as the same. You can't box me in. Invited myself to the party, I was never trying to fit in. Being yourself is the key and use it to walk right in because these rerun, style hitchhikers are running into a dead end. How do you expect an artist to be free when you want another man to be me. The industry doesn't get that another person's eyes can't express what your heart sees. They wanna dumb down the wise man instead of letting his artwork allow the blind people to see. The executives are creative rejects and a bunch of artists wannabes. I’m going to be myself, who are you going to be. Are you an artist or a creative impostor? Too many carbon copy flunkies, gassed up persona which turn into an over-hyped junkies. Art is the voice of the people, no wonder there's stipulations on freedom of speech because if artists freely speak then they'll reveal the corruption in the system. I’m going to speak freely because that's the artist in me. Are you going to stay boxed in and let your fears be free? I don't do it for the glory. Is it fiction or true story? Are my transcriptions a hopeless man's prescription? Hmmm is this my imagination or my mind's depiction. There's too many felicities that blurs reality and non fiction. Commonality can be deadly because without a different point of view, then how would you invoke change. Black on black interior on a $80,000 vehicle but I'm not talking about the keys to the range. I’m talking about four years of college was the vehicle that gave me the keys to my brain. I know you're not being yourself, in your eyes I can see the pain. You're posing for the money but everyone knows being an impostor becomes such a strain. Hiding from yourself so you're cloudy on the truth and then your lies bring the rain. Precipitation is the feeling but who ever knew water could bring some much pain. Even though, its water under the bridge the fact that you're boxed in still remains. Free your mind as a person and your artwork can't be contained. Be true to yourself because living as a poser delays and intensify the pain. Create from your soul and your creativity will never be tamed. I'm going to be me and you should do the same. Don't start playing if you don't plan to effect the game. Stop trying to fit it in, carbon copyism is lame. I don't know about y'all but I'm aiming for the hall of fame.

Ghostwriter

Ghostwriter

I’m spitting like a philosopher, going deep into the brain like a deep-sea diver. The thoughts and lyrics come off the top of the head like a dolphin that’s oceanography.  Now your mind is up and down like ocean waves because I’m slayin these words. Sounds like you're just motion sick, with the slow motion of the pen which makes the written sick. Now you are furious at me because I am not hearing you since your thoughts are not deep enough. That’s called a kiddy pool and you’ll drown in your own philosophies. Furthermore, that’s too deep for you yet you want to delve into my realm com’on that’s suicide. So go slit your wrist or hang yourself, which might take awhile so I’ll read you your rights. It’s really homicide when I show you this penmanship because I’m a ghostwriter now marvel at me, comic book style.

Coming back to the lab, yep I’m back in the lab and I’m getting my grind on. I’m your ghostwriter’s favorite ghostwriter now think about that because my hand write fiya Man!!!!Coming back to the lab, yep I’m back in the lab and I’m getting my grind on. I’m your ghostwriter’s favorite ghostwriter now think about that because my hand write fire Man!!!!

I’m marvelous like Marvin Haggler, unbreakable because I’m skull on fire with a chain and a bike. It’s an oxymoron I’m a skull on the mic. Now get burned by the chain of words I throw as slaves did by their masters. So call me master because I’m a wordsmith theoretical metaphorical lyricist. Now in the spotlight, call it flash photography, capturing the burns from the chain like flesh wounds yet the burns go deeper then that, its heart ache that goes from generation to generation. I am the black Van Gogh painting pictures with my words however the newspaper is Covergirl. No makeup needed, I passed the test. Hence, I’m ahead of the rest and you’re searching and wondering what happen. Who am I naw who are you? You are looking for answers like pregnancy tests hence, you continue to meander aimlessly, which is why this ghostwriter is too deep for you.

Coming back to the lab, yep I’m back in the lab and I’m getting my grind on. I’m your ghostwriter’s favorite ghostwriter now think about that because my hand write fiya Man!!!!Coming back to the lab, yep I’m back in the lab and I’m getting my grind on. I’m your ghostwriter’s favorite ghostwriter now think about that because my hand write fire Man!!!!

The Mental Discovery

The Mental Discovery

I found my passion in writing that's my discovery. I take no prisoners, all the mm's in your pockets won't help. There's still no recovery. Relapsed to overdosing on the lyrics, so wave bye to your future since your brain is fried and your dreams are history. My pen is the illest and the ink is the sickness so the death of the competition has no mystery. Just dramatic, a novel filled with obituaries. I can't stop pushing envelope its habitual. They're always adding sanctions to my pen, its named the sanctuary. Rest in peace to the competition, stone age thoughts leave you buried in the cemetery. Discovered the cure for my pen, yet the lyrics allow me to become a visionary. No blinders on, just an eyeless dictionary. Just playing pictionary so the blind man can see. Open your mind and your eyes will be free. Writing is the braille for the masses and y'all get the lessons from me. No excuses, there's no reason for self stupidity. I explored myself and discovered me. I have too much passion to be apathetic. No feelings for the losers so I can't be sympathetic. I found desire by discovering my ambition. Ya dig, failure isn't copacetic. On a road to misery and its with no company that's straight pathetic. I tasted passion and my ambitions won't allow me be anything but epic. I searched for freedom and discover the ability to choose. Knowledge is freedom and my knowledge arsenal is incredible, I can't lose. No time to snooze, just finding mental freedom in an unconscious state. The strengths and weaknesses contrast in a conscious debate. An expedition of fear allow you to notice that bravery lies on the other side of the gate. Unleash your bravery to discover you and you'll find the fire inside you. Its a burning desire. Adaptation, my versatility comes in different hues. Yeah, rewarded for the recovery, freedom of my mind was my discovery. If your mind isn't free, then there's no recovery.

Word Combat

Word Combat

The bar compositions are misleading like getting the wrong directions. Yea the skateboard flow since I grind hard while striving for perfection. The verses are armor piercing so my pen writes with hollow points therefore, you're going to need protection. Hip in and ride with me... My vim is dip in Teflon which makes the persona bullet proof. My word artillery reputation proceeds itself, every time I go back to the grindatory I put holes in the booth. I'm always shooting you the facts like tray four on the Celtics, now call my flow the truth. Its nunchuck penmanship as the metaphors twist and turn your mental. I'm novelist now decode DE Vvinnci's work while my transcriptions are etched in your subliminal. Sublimely surfing your brain waves while my darts are playing target practice. Its the prickly flow which leaves spikes in your thoughts like spikes on a cactus. The missiles I spit are heat seeking for the haters and the missiles give them the chills when they hit meet at the northern top of an atlas. Verbal abuse I give it with no retaliation, no responses please to save your humiliation. You guys have that narcoleptic flow its bedtime like laying on a mattress. Fake dudes and fake females, actor or actress...? I give you grenade bars with no practice. Rubix cubely launching an array of colorful bars. Scorch and scold leaving third degree burns, my thoughts cut and stick like ninja stars. Astronomically abstract, acapella bars with gravitational power, keeping people grounded from a far. Call it unearthly, the fiends call it the red rock because my origin is from mars. The body count continues to grow but they can't convict because my pen is outta this world. Consistently levitating above people's heads since my thoughts stay in the clouds. Constantly changing the verbal artillery, my word onslaught echoes loud. Game over, I spray you insects with that black flag. RIP haters, my pen illustrates your body bags.

Imagination

Imagination

Imagining if my imagination was different, if my imagination was different, would it make a difference.... My life is different since I differs from my imagination. Artistry is mixed in with my solitude therefore visuals fill my procrastination. Creative restrictions and barriers just add fuel to my agitation. Lack of mental creativity breeds my aggravation and your fear is mental castration. If you can't imagine a better life, then your life is just an abbreviation. Creativity is my blood so I'm guilty by association and its a shame you're not productive with your procrastination. People without an imagination, insights my passive aggressive creative irritation. I imagine with my mind and create from my soul, its called soul motivation. Imagining greatness and the art of success is my destination. Creativity meets conflict, no war just my poetry irrigation. When your passion reconnects with your imagination, I call it creative collaboration. Your dreams are your ambitions, they're not fantasies or mental exaggeration. Whatever I imagine is not exaggerated because my thoughts become my illustrations. I jot down thoughts to keep mental passage fluid because pursuing greatness doesn't allow stagnation. If you're always retreating from mental struggles, then you will never challenge your imagination. If you can't imagine success, then what is your mind's fascination. The words, the thoughts or the theories give me strength because I have a creative infatuation. You're already dead if have no feelings because you have to feel to experience your imagination. You ever get the feeling your ideas are too bold and that's the reason for your creative hesitation. When you're lying about your life, the facade leads to creative limitations. Obtaining greatness is the mission because greatness doesn't come solely by affiliation. Sometimes the mind wanders because it needs some creativity stimulation. My imagination is real since I use it as my life's simulation. Its hard to be different so people relish fitting in and I don't understand the fitting in fascination. I guess its like breaking old habits because creating something new is one big procrastination. You must visualize your ambitions so you can promote them through your imagination. You can't be passionate without being aggressive because passiveness doesn't appease determination. You strip a person of their mind and they can't function in civilization. The mind is the voice of the soul and their partnership is creative cohabitation. Excuse me haters, your diatribes don't break my imagination's concentration. Lets Fitted!!

Frienemies

Frienemies

Its funny, that its people in this world that look you in the face and act like they're your friend. If they needed something, you do it for them without a question. But, when you leave the room, they stab in you in the back and start talking mess about you. That's crazy because you are the first person there when something happens and the last one to leave. Even with that, they still allow their other friends degrade you. That's funny you're willing to do more for them then all their other friends are willing to do. A matter fact, they're mad because they're not doing better then you. What kind of friend is that? If you confront them about the situation, then they're going to run and hide like protective custody. Even though, you're cuffed by this predicament none their friends can compete with you on an intellectual level. They're the cowardly lion because they're ones still trying to find courage. The college degree you have is fine and dandy but you still can't decipher the difference between frienemies and your true ones. Moreover, you're having this problem because you're still judging a book by its cover. So don't be mad when someone feels you can't do something base on your appearance. Its just judging a book by its cover and that's how you pick your friends. If anger comes from their assessment, then its really hypocritical and this isn't hypothetical, call it reality. Its never to late to change until the sun sets on you. You gotta watch these frienemies because they have reptile attributes. They're cold blooded with color change game, its chameleon. Their truths are lies, yea Schwarzenegger politicians. You were french last week now this week you're Brazilian. You're calming we're friends, naw we're just two civilians. Watch the company you keep because they're snakes among us.

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There's a killa hidin'

There's a killa hidin'

I spit death now that's johnny Cochran. I'm not OJ but the glove don't fit. I still rock the Bruno Mollies, grab the mop and wipe the blood on the floor. I usually don't like white chicks but I know a girl name molly. So get knifed sixteen times, which is sixteen times sweeter then my sweet sixteen. Now, that's 256 degrees of separation, which is not sweet enough because I only have four birthday in my first sweet sixteen. That's a quantum quandary since the years keep leapin. Alive on earth but dead in their minds, so their fears keep creepin. A lot holes in your emotions, so your feelings keeps leakin. You can try and hide your heart, but the lust for your passion keeps beatin. Flawless, no beatin, covert activities, so my knowledge keeps sneakin. Haters want my desire, yet I wont have that meetin. Try to kill my dreams, you 'll be unsuccessful because Ima leave you thinkin. The game is a need of a cashier, people over looked me so keep seekin. People like abuse, so you gotta keep that knowledge beatin. I'm copying me, y'all trying to kill my name since I'm cheatin. You gotta kill hate because positivity can't have hatred leakin. Underdogs work best in the shadows because they're accustom to sneakin. A blind man can see envy because he can smell that your voice is reekin. It kills you on the inside that the person you hate is the person's help you're seekin. You're looking for answers, good that I have you thinkin. Killing your dreams, wasting time, is the reason that people's lives keep sinkin. Hatred, envy, jealousy or hopelessness, y'all didn't know your deaths are the reason for our words are meetin. Let's Fitted, find your secret to success but tell everybody no peekin. Get on or Get left is ya man EF....

How I'm Feelin'

 How I'm feelin'

To understand my thoughts, you have to understand my feelings. I’m going to spit what’s on my mind so you know how I feel. The obstacles are challenging but the journey is surreal. I think I’m on top of the world, but some people think I’m on the bottom since I didn’t resort to drug dealing. Where I’m from people lie, cheat and kill. I just decided to steal knowledge while going to college. I didn’t hold the steel, I just stayed in school to eat free meals. Speaking like a hater when you really envy my path with a passion. No lights, no camera, I decided to make school happen. Society rather hear about me clapping then to hear me rapping. I don’t need to clap anybody just applauded my film when I say lights, camera, action. Didn’t deal drugs because my floor was unlimited and my ceiling had a cap. I’m kicking words off the top of my fitted hat, poetically exceeding the knowledge salary cap. Now my floor is my feet and my ceiling is uncapped. Yall went right and I went left, crime doesn’t pay. I get refunds and yall paying the luxury tax.
Yall went with the crowd and I chose to be me.Stop being mad because I’m free since I decided to do me. You’re free on the earth but enslaved mentally. Unwillingness to gain knowledge is causing social stupidity. Come on people yall neglect is hurting me so I know its murdering you. Too many black clouds over people, change to a pastel or a lighter hue. Taste my words since I’m champagnin’, no political agenda I’m just knowledge campaignin’. I don’t knock the hustle just remember you can hustle legally dude. Work the hustle don’t let hustle work you. FUNKY!!!!

Corporate Hustle

Corporate Hustle

People twisted my thoughts like hurricane season, causing confusion, my words come out like tornadoes. That's devastation at its best because the movements are so cohesive. Looking for answers, need a helping hand yet receiving nada, you're feeling like Katrina. Its a ridiculous repetitive cycle, which leads to economical suicidal warfare. Corporate American is a bunch of leeches, thirsty for wealth. They're sucking us dry for our riches to maintain their wealth. These totalitarian tactics are intended to leave us soulless which won't happen. We have soul food and soul music to deflect the hurtful hustle of corporate America. You can't take our soul from us which them hopeless since we continue to succeed through strictly stressful situations. The microscope stays on the citizens and we keep everybody guessing like puzzles. I’m a K-9 for the truth so they're trying to keep me muzzled. Preparing like Peyton Manning so I’m slinging you this knowledge no huddle. Its too complex for the average person to solve this downward spiraling economical puzzle. How are corporate executives getting raises and people are getting fired or their hours are being cut. Its crazy, no matter how you see it, the executives are pimps and the employees are their sluts. You should be apart of the minority, hustle the corporate hustler because getting knowledge should be your priority. They cut your hours and don't give you a raise yet they're wondering how is gas hurting your pockets. Why are we waiting for the corporate world to help us? We must help ourselves by using our jobs to only be an avenue of income to pay our bills while we pursuing our dreams. Play your position, so you can earn your money to start your business and assemble your team.......

Change starts when you pursue your dreams!!!

Njorb Selggib or E F.I.T.T.E.D.