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!!