Something Special

Something Special

 I know I am something special, 38 reasons for the haters to shoot hate.
My confident vest deflects the hate and propels me to levate.
Not afraid of the moment, my preparation allows me to elevate.
My game is outside the box, I'm a wing player.
My thoughts fly with no wings because I'm a rhyme slayer.
Rhyming is chemistry, mix oxygen with verbals that’s oxidized poetry.
 Talkin about social inequities symmetry by comparing the simile synergy.

I know have something special, people want it but they don’t have my mojo! I know have something special, people want it but they don’t have my mojo! Take a drink, legendary status, now I’m the logo. I have something special, I’m lamped off my mojo. I have something special, I’m lamped off my mojo. I have something, I have something special special…..

I know have something special, Delivery mentality, I bring my skills to your front door.
Welcome mat status, humility knocks conceit on the floor.
 Mop away your fears and strive for your dreams.
Being slept on doesn't bother me, underestimation is one of life reoccurring themes.
Movies when I’m dreamin so my thoughts are filmin my depiction.
The view is insanity, now take a hit of these verbs and vibe to the prescription.

I know have something special, people want it but they don’t have my mojo! I know have something special, people want it but they don’t have my mojo! Take a drink, legendary status, now I’m the logo. I have something special, I’m lamped off my mojo. I have something special, I’m lamped off my mojo. I have something, I have something special special….

I know have something special, Instructions to innovation because change is explosive.
Molotov cocktail of wisdom, the truth is so elusive.
Barry Sanders the game, one move away from success.
Graduation to master, we all side bet to progress..
 Forward movement no back pedalin, just knowledge receivin’.
Catchin’ criticism with a smile because silence is so deceivin’...
 Smoke and mirror, no magic just problem relievin’.
 Taking the pain away, my ambition is the only thing believin’.

I know have something special, people want it but they don’t have my mojo! I know have something special, people want it but they don’t have my mojo! Take a drink, legendary status, now I’m the logo. I have something special, I’m lamped off my mojo. I have something special, I’m lamped off my mojo. I have something, I have something special special….

L.E.T.S. F.I.T.T.E.D.

Dream Big

Dreams are always obtainable
Remember your struggle along your journey
Everyday is a new opportunity to create change
Always strive for the vertex
My passion will drive me to greatness

Bridging the gap between greatness and legendary
Imagination is the live of society
Greatness comes when you bury your fears

Body Bag

 Body Bag

 I'm super strap where’s ya toolie at, I don't need a nine. I'll just kill you with my mind. White collar ish, I'm not talking about the color of my collar. White collar dirt, it doesn't kill you but it leaves your financial murked. My verbals put in the work to leave lying in the dirt, just dig ya grave we don't need a hearse. I'm super strap with a 50 round clip filled with verbs, an extra clip filled with metaphors and similes. Seemingly your similarities are not similar to my artillery. My words bring you the machinery, as the thesaurus adds to my artillery to diversify my arsenal; I'm ready for this killing spree. Strip a person of their desire to learn and that's the true definition of killing for free. What’s going rate for murder? I don't need to know I'll body this verse for no fee. I'm a hitman for hire, no Denzel but a ghostwriter because I'm a man on fire. Knowledge is the truth serum, since we're extracting the truth I'll bring the pliers. I'm murdering you with the truth Jim Carey style, we don’t like liars. Liars stick to their conviction, OD on prescriptions because they can't handle the truth. I guess my team has a few good men. I abort negativity so I can dead the birth of doubt. Since I verbally terminated the pregnancy, did I just commit a sin? I have malice for losing that's why I murdered the verdict hence; the jury could products a win. No relation to the man in the mirror but my mic jacked son because Dirty Diana was massacred and she was my next of kin. Goosebumps but no R.L. Stein so all these character assassinations is putting bumps on my skin. Yeah rash like, I’m allergic to B%%*S### that's why, I dead the noise with my loud silent grin.

Where’s your confidence at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. Where’s your hunger at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. You're scared to compete? Where’s your courage at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. Where's your mind at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag.

It's killing me softly that people creatively try to box me in. Off the top, I’m outside of the box, burring your notions, I’m playing to win. Peeling back the layers segregation, the third degree of separation is burning my skin. Fiending for a fix, substitute the needle for pen, all this discombobulated propaganda has transformed the schools into a chaos play pin. Burn up history or be the new comer scorching the scene? 187 your perception because both of these events have an analogous theme...Corporations assassinating synergy to promote slavery is a profitable scheme. I dead that nonsense with the synergism from my pen, which abolishes the corporate slavery dream. Decapitate the masters to bring symmetry to the field and house niggers because low esteem is the reason for diluted potential in increasing people's revenue streams. Over dosed on his potential because he couldn’t cope with slavery therefore, he murked his 9 to 5 to create his thoughts in a 5 by 9. A creative mercenary, I murder my problem and bury them in a coffin made of pine. No coffin, you’re just coughin because your inside the box thinking is leading your business to its coffin. No doubt, you think about deading yourself often because those thoughts inside the box are suicidal, businessly you’re killing yourself. Burials and no betrayals just kill your worries and aim for greatness, body bags!

Where’s your confidence at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. Where’s your hunger at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. You're scared to compete? Where’s your courage at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. Where's your mind at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag.

Murder ya fears and grind for ya dreams so you can put the negativity in a Body Bag! Let’s Fitted It!

Racial Profilin'

 Racial Profilin'

It’s sad that a badge gives you a license to kill. The wind of Chicago brought the bullets from Washington D.C. and one of the rounds is stuck in Rekia Boyd's dome. Oh so we're ballin now, D.C. politicians are going from wizards to bullets but I can’t tell if they're shooting at me or the enemy. What is this a racial profiling shopping spree? Run and gun mentality, the Washington Bullets are shooting lights out because the victims can’t play any defense. Shots fired with a boy on the ground and a hole in his chest, stand your ground is your defense. Trayvon Martin isn’t alive to tell his side of the story therefore, we have to stand our ground and be his defense. When you're racially profiled you feel defenseless as an infant because the authorities are playing the role of the criminals. It’s crazy, if we perpetrate as the authorities, then its criminal yet, let the authorities claim self-defense and they can do anything criminal. Racial profiling doesn't say anything specific but the intent of it is to send you a plethora of subliminals. If you wear certain clothes or you're a certain shade of skin, they’re going to perceive you as a criminal. They're trying to get you with a possession of something, yea that’s the minimal. The police speak in general but their descriptions are specific if you have a darker shade of skin you represent the dark side of our communities. Racial profiling only breaks down the unity in our communities therefore, the racial tension is only provoking mutiny. I was classified as suspicious since the moment I was born because the color of skin, that’s ridiculous. Why do I get asked to step outside the car first and then the police ask for my license, registration and insurance. While the police are patting down innocent blacks, the country is getting robbed blind by people in suits. Racial profiling has put a price my head and others like me, the price is if the authorities feel uncomfortable then shoot that nigger. They claim self-defense or they say they were protecting the shield is the reason for them shootin those niggers. Uneducated or educated, people that look like me are being killed because the ignorance of racial profiling so the people doing the killing are the true niggers.

You look suspicious so get on the ground and lay face down. Don't move boy or we'll bring you that code blue that’s two to the dome and your body is left bloody red. We're racially profiling because we're uncomfortable with you niggas. You look suspicious so take a beat down, take a beat down since we're racial profiling, racial profiling.

After being racially profiled and you follow directions, what happens to you? Example, DJ Henry, he was pulled over for a routine traffic stop in 2010, and one officer told him he was free to drive away, then another officer jumped in front of his car and he shot DJ twice. Now DJ is six feet deep, the officers weren’t charged with anything and DJ's family is grieving in pain. The fear that causes racial profiling is so obscene because the fear that is entrenched in these people is causing them to make the shells rain. All the triggers that are pulled to make the shells rain is causing so many family across the country pain. Walking down the street or driving around the city put a strain on the brain because you just want to get home without being classified as deranged. You consider me a deviant because of my race; in that case you might as well spit in my face. Uncomfortable with our differences, the people doing the racial profiling don't want my people in their space. It’s a conflict between races so the authorities’ interest is in conflict because they feel all races don't belong in the same place. It’s a full time job because survival is a race and I'm setting the pace since they're killing off my race. Racial profiling is ruthless game, it convertibles your mind, it guillotines your emotions and everyone is like Ichabod Crane. The headless horseman is the system and racial profiling is a systematic symptom of people to trying to eradicate others because they can't cope with our differences, I guess we live in sleepy hallow. Racial profiling has to be stopped because people are dying for a cause but none of them were trying to be martyrs.

You look suspicious so get on the ground and lay face down. Don't move boy or we'll bring you that code blue that’s two to the dome and your body is left bloody red. We're racially profiling because we're uncomfortable with you niggas. You look suspicious so take a beat down, take a beat down since we're racial profiling, racial profiling.

I'ma Burglar

I'ma Burglar

I'm a burglar. I break into your mind and reprogram your thoughts so I'm destroying your mental firewalls. It all falls when I hack into your conscience, and my backpackness makes your back backpackless. Entering through your eyes so you can see me take your pride, then replace it with confidence and dignity. No fool therefore,I don't have any pity just a key to your soul since I'm seeing things through your eyes. With the key, I walk in the front door and steal your fears then inject you with some self-esteem. I have the pulse of your emotions therefore, I snatch your foggy glasses and shatter them while telling you to achieve your dreams. A trendy thief, I gaffle your sewing machine and I sew your dreams together which, allows me to have a thrift sale for your trendy ambitions. The bottles in the medicine cabinet, I steal them and prescribe you a new prescription, called success. Successfully stealing your laziness by stripping you naked and rebuilding your determination. I robbed you of your procrastination so I could give you some proactive. Radioactive vandalism, this thievery is contagious, Ima take your meekness and give you some heart. Revamping burglary, I'm stealing your waste and replenishing it with success minerals.

I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar. Break into your mind and burglarize your mental, Ima Burglar Ima burglar burglar. I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar. Break into your mind and burglarize your mental, Ima Burglar Ima burglar burglar.

I'm the friendly American robber, I slide into your mental to steal your thoughts and then feed you propaganda. Eat the propaganda until you're full so, I can manipulate your mental and let my wealth grow exponential. Exponential potential, you never achieve it because I'm gaffling your independence so I can brainwash your mind. Don't mind the unkind nature of my burglar, I take your positivity and feed you negativity hence, your outlook on life is bleek. My intentions are bleek when I'm arm robbing your knowledge by watering down your education. A watered down education leads to hesitation and its lower your expectation now I can feed you self doubt. No doubt, if I steal your desire to learn, then your will to get better will erode. Now let me erode your emotional fabric therefore, I can inject you with fear, and you're dreaming only of having nightmares. Nightmares of having success because I robbed you of your confidence and I shot you with pessimism. Pessimism is my diet of choice to reel you in, then I can gaffle you blind and leave you with your eyes wide shut. Eyes shut but a open mouth that’s a blueprint for burglary, and I'm the architect creating the floor plans to your downfall. Downfall after downfall, I can't stop the burglarization because I relish profiting off your misfortune. Its not a misfortune, when I jump down your throat and steal your hungry, then inject you with  an appeased appetite. Appetite for disaster, I'm the American Dream, which is the friendly American robber hence, hands up and dump your thoughts in my bag.

I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar. Break into your mind and burglarize your mental, Ima Burglar Ima burglar burglar. I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar. Break into your mind and burglarize your mental, Ima Burglar Ima burglar burglar.

Whats your Story

Whats your Story

Whats your story?

Is it easy to follow?

Kiddie pool vocab, Are the words too shallow

Twitter feed the message, check out how many follow

No strength in the thoughts, your ambitions are kinda hallow

Stomachache from these meek individuals, all this weakness is hard to swallow

You're brittle at the core, you're lacking a little mental density, kinda frail, your genes are hallow

Whats your story?

Are your genes tough? Or Are your jeans stuffed?

Your pockets are on Puff

No Sean Combs, but being a bad has your chest on huff

Life isn't easy but your ignorance is making your life rough

Weak mindedness will make your ambitions achieve-ability tough

Whats your story?

You're school boy by nature but you need to be nurtured

You're trying to stop your downward spiral yet, you can't overcome your selfish inertia

Stagnation is your excuse for you becoming active in violence

The noise of your procrastination is leaving your victims in silence

You wanna silence your critics but your inactivity amps up their volume

Whats your story?

Heartbroken from heartache

No love around so she has a stomachache

Bad choices bring on bad breaks

She is down for the grind and her feelings for love is bad brakes

No father influence, she yearns for attention therefore she shakes her figure

Give her a math problem and she'll give you the incorrect figure

For short term attention, now there's a baby in the picture

All she ever wanted was a father figure to be a permanent fixture

Whats your story?

The pen to the pad is poetry

Uneven with the feelings, being poetic doesn't need to have symmetry

An invisible image for the blind observer, but poetry needs imagery

A simile for the metaphor because most beautiful things have symmetry

So is the ugly of beautiful, poetry?

No passion, no feelings, how is it poetic if it has no chemistry?

Dull monotone message yet, the words invoke so much energy

Random thoughts pieced together and the words merge to promote synergy

Is the chaotic nature of life, poetry?

Poets are just looking to find some social chemistry

The beauty of ugly is where we find the chemistry for symmetry

Whats your story?

Whats your story?

Whats her story?

Whats his story?

Whats history?

Find it and write your glory

LETS FITTED! Book It 

Tell your story and Keep It Filthy 

Live Life

Live Life

Let your imagination lead you to greatness

Intelligence brings hope to the future and the present

Versatility is the key to diversifying your marketability

Enter each day with a plan of action

Leave all your failures in the past and progress positively

Introduce your mind to feasting on knowledge

Force change by thinking outside the box

Everyday is new chance for greatness

Book It 

Keep grindin for greatness!

Only the strong survive Keep It Filthy!!!!!!!!!!!!1