#StoriesAboutSongs

#StoriesAboutSongs

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  • Near-Dead
    5)Near-Dead
    He all in it, driving something fly but it was rented
    A mile a minute, but if I see em gaining imma hit it
    Said what I meant, no matter who's offended, didn't hint it
    Im long winded, pedal to the medal and didn’t dent it
    Pine scented, got the AC as an incentive, I’d recommend it
    The windows down for now, but when the time come, windows tinted
    I’m undercover, cause chasing for fame is just a gimmick
    Use my brain to my do my own thing, you couldn’t mimic
    And back to present day..the tape deck was vintage
    And unexpected, but don’t correct it, hmph, I find it splendid
    I got tapes, so imma make a stop so I can get em
    From low bias to chrome casing, to pressed and printed
    I got a wide selection of music, i like to blend it
    And I’m a cynic cause I don’t really trust no ones opinion
    If this is losing, I don’t know what’s considered winning
    A bitter ending, brighter day, start at the beginning
    I don’t play, but still dabbled in it and won the pennant
    Im co-dependent on sentiments I put into a sentence
    I hit rock bottom, then started rockin And I ascended
    And this truth BUT in some spots, i choose to spin it
    And I'm offended if you couldn’t figure what I intended
    Not hard to follow but it might be too hard to swallow
    My new motto, live today to write tomorrow
    We don’t go beef, I don’t remember him
    Remember when, it was so simple, calm temperament
    Entering a new phase, things feel diff-er-ent
    The past trying to settle a score, it’s me its centering
    Sentimental bout something that was sure to leave scars
    But I soothed that mood with my head to stars
    Then back to the car, the next stop is not too far
    But rumor has that’s the place where my people’s are
    It proved to be true, but the message partially skewed
    Always some knucklehead, in the mood for a feud
    Like out a blue, no clue why they chose what they do
    It’s a more a matter of what, than a matter of who
    They saw me in the streets, but I stayed peace, they couldn’t settle it
    Tried to sue, same outcome, lost the settlement
    A gentlemen, don’t need no case to put this medal in
    Ever win, villains on the run: kid meddling
    Since a adolescent I been stressed out of mind
    Matter of fact, we can go back further in time
    Younger than nine, before I really knew about life
    Is that why I used to cry myself to sleep at night
    But he’s alight, look at em now, I see no tears shed
    Emotions so numb sometimes I think I’m near-dead
    5 min
  • The Tiring Spin
    4)Tiring Spin (5-10)
    Mental piece over everything, the song the elders sing
    The long road to happiness, the quest of the Elden Ring
    I seldom bring the ruckus, yet peace is seldom seen
    Yell and scream, standing at the crossroads, selling dreams
    Buy a few, ya never know what you’ll get into
    I blend old and new, old school like pencils
    I been told the future that it’s time is near
    Perhaps I miscalculated, or time can’t hear
    Silent times, balance finds, its way in the end
    It’s My Bloody Valentine all over again
    These layers ain’t thin, deep like the depth of the skin
    Your disrespect has no effect, disappears in the wind
    I meant to win and share the lion’s share with a friend
    Trying to be fair, but clearly that’s apparently rare
    The time that we spend, it ends, or it goes to THE END
    A matter of care, some flair in the message I send
    It’s best pretend, the truth just a mess to begin
    I guess I’m against the lessons that I’ve learned every since
    A form of defense but that don’t make the moment less tense
    Just widens the lens, lead us to the why’s and when’s
    The wisemen spend no time trying to mine for a gem
    The mind is a gym, I’m exercising admiring them
    Fire and BRIM-stone, faulty firing pin
    Requiring zen, relief from this tiring spin
    It’s the greatest show in space…earth is so behind
    Bout to take my rightful place on the Chorus Line
    I’m borderline living on borrowed time
    And if today ain’t my day, guess tomorrow’s fine
    A star gonna shine no matter how dark the sky
    We lose in the end, still I love that part that try
    The heart…it wonders why, but the brain is sure
    I use art to paint the picture, and the pain is pure
    When it rain, it pours…heavy, plus the drain the full
    I seen the problem from afar, still remained a fool
    That’s just human instinct, Program to think
    We’re out of sync, searching for a missing link
    But it’s all there, it’s just too hard to see
    Thru the thin layer of truth lying underneath
    Not one to preach but dust off my soap box, please
    So I can yell, I won’t fall, not until hell freeze
    Not until hell freeze, in this tiring spin
    4 min
  • A Different View (LP MIX)
    3)A Different View
    A different view, to YOU, but what I’m meant to do
    Prevent the flukes, each moment is intentional
    An interview with self, could help ya through
    To imbue all the colors of the dreams you drew
    Where, how, and who, what we’re all accustomed to
    This custom’s new, only put my trust in few
    A hint or two, could present the missing clue
    I’m missing YOU, how’s that for clear cut proof?
    Here’s the truth, I feel like I’m just an excuse
    Became a recluse, dreams mutated anew
    Out of the blue, then life sent a sentinel
    The sensible response…hide and run
    But I am one, to try till the trying’s done
    From breadcrumbs, to red rum, to nights in bedlam
    Head numb but the head hunt is not what I’m dead from
    A different view…
    He’s ALIVE, you wanna know the keys to survive
    Or keep the surprise? The answer’s in the deep of your eyes
    A heaping of lies piled…clouding the skies
    Amounting to small things, greatly growing in size
    I hate when we cry, except the cases when we apply
    The full weight of our love, that we’re scared to supply
    How can you deny yourself a piece of pie?
    At least give a try, stop standing round the outside
    About time to loosen up, untangle the mouth-tie
    Let doubt die, learn some new things about I
    Oh my, he’s so shy, but ripe for the spotlight
    If it’s off-white, and off what I write, not off hype
    Off nights or on days, I’m all ME, ALWAYS
    All A’s, when writing out my life grades
    Self-serve, the bell curve…not deserved
    But, preferred, to help through the storm, as it were
    5 min
  • The Full 24
    2)The Full 24
    Man, people are so strange, but I’m here for it
    I would say…welcome to my world, now let’s explore it
    And It’s a lot of things, that’s true, but never boring
    That’s night to morning, Rise and shine or heavy pouring
    I’m known to switch up my passions without warning
    I rather merge em all together than trying to sort em
    You’re not fighting for it? I guess it’s not important
    And that's according to the laws of natural order
    Lover or fighter? I'm sorta on the border
    But I treat love as sacred, yeah, I’m a true supporter
    …So I try to save the fighting for the enemy
    But we’re all known to break down mentally
    If not now, get prepared for eventually
    I’m on three ruff spots in half a century
    They say if things don’t work, it wasn’t meant me
    But how I see it, guess they really wasn’t on to me
    And if you got a different view, I wish you’d intervene
    If you read what I wrote, keep it evergreen
    Different shades, different texture, different mood swings
    I understand every color of the mood ring
    And I express accordingly that’s what friends are for
    Rather rich beyond belief or penny poor
    There’s no time to waste, no, not any more
    So Imma do it to the Max. Full 24
    4 min
  • Fresh Little Story
    1)Fresh Lil Story
    So many tricks up the sleeve some believe he’s warlock
    I ship out the orders, then I order some stock
    That’s not why I do this, but still I applaud y’all
    I go hard, I’m so odd, a one man God Squad
    I play ‘Herculues’ for the peace it brings
    Aaron Neville got a voice like an angel sings
    It ain’t no thing to find a new way to express
    I way to address, the heaviest weight on your chest
    Don’t wait on your death, start now, very first step
    It’s never easy, yeah, that’s a fact you can bet
    Strike up the band, bandleader hold up your hands
    Don’t leave to chance, I’m trying to get these people dance
    Got a simply 1-2, one size fit all
    But imma do it all nite, til I hear bird’s call
    The nerve of y’all thinking that I wouldn’t return
    It shouldn’t concern, I still got some things to learn
    Now once upon a time I was down and out
    But found out, a way that I could change the route
    Well, actually, I should say the cure found me
    When I slipped in a dream in a drowning sea
    That’s poetry, I like to write in wild extremes
    Paint the feeling, but don’t always say what it means
    This is personal and no person know how you truly feel
    Emotions so vast, it’s an unlearned skill
    Some search still, in fact, I’m near the top of the hill
    And once I’m looking overhead, I’ll raise a toast to my will
    Hold still, you got a little smudge on your soul
    If I wipe it all clean, will you stay or go?
    No matter what your choose, my reaction’s the same
    Imma do the right thing, that I swear on name
    Barrels of blame rolling in, I wouldn’t worry
    That’s the way life goes, it’s the same ole story
    3 min
  • Priceless Prizes (LP MIX)
    Priceless Prizes (3-16-23)
    I said it with ease, though I never said it would please
    I set up a scene, simple thing, like a routine
    My emotions on display like a TV screen
    Although you recognize ‘em, do you know what they mean?
    It’s not the same thing, why is that so hard to believe?
    A guarding of needs, built from the scars time leaves
    That pipeline leads to a wasteland of dreams
    The chasing cease, when we take a cue from machines
    Split at the seams is how I define the times
    Final lines have been crossed, we ignored the signs
    According to science, empirical research is best
    My lyrical quest, all about the love I invest
    The pain I divest, here’s a little more by request
    I mean you’re asking for right? That’s what your actions your suggest
    I’m not impressed with flashing lights or nights of vices
    Non-cipher, I got my own type of crisis
    Life’s surprises, problems in all sorts of sizes
    The sun still rises, My eyes on the priceless prizes
    These eyes…
    They’re on the priceless prizes
    Love, freedom, hope and the will to create
    Are a few of the things that I need to feel great
    Fill up my plate with soul food like I never ate
    Fate’s never late, it’s mysterious out the gate
    A serious state of confusion, an illusion, my bruises taken
    Choosing to pay my dues by showing and proving, a proven statement
    Who’s debating? That’s hating. Blatant. I’m used to waitin’
    But, I’m about to black out, I’m too sedated
    Who created the loophole for lies to be truthful
    No true soul would stay on that path, pick a new road
    That’s two-fold, still gotta pick, where will you go?
    You know, you gotta make the choice, so please do
    Needs no intro if the jewels are fool’s gold’s vices
    My eyes on the priceless prizes
    My eyes…they’re on the priceless prizes
    Tension is built, and please don’t mention the guilt
    That’s all five sense felt when the hand was dealt
    It’s hard to tell the friends from the fringe, that’s old news
    I hope you don’t learn the hard way like most do
    I’m close to, so few (but) I’m not opposed to
    Meet new people to help me peacefully sleep through
    The restless long nights, the terrors that resume
    It feels like forever, still it feels like too soon
    Feel the room with my presence or I blend right in
    It all depends on the state of mind I’m in
    A minor win, from a chance that was kind of slim
    I let my mind ride the wind before my thoughts begin
    That’s how I plug in, universally sync
    Purposefully think…irreversible link
    To the heart of the matter, to the soul in their eyes
    The bind the ties, our lives to the priceless prizes
    My tries...focused on the priceless prizes
    7 min
  • 10-Last of the Record Buyers
    Last of the Record Buyers
    I got my first record March ’74
    Carl Douglas 7” left me hungry for more
    Fast-forward Christmas Day, that same year
    Fisher Price record player got a hold of my ears
    It wasn’t just music, there was GI Joe
    Flat Stanley, Curious Jorge, Frog and Toad
    Flash Gordon, Star Trek, all a part of the stash
    Along with Oscar the Grouch singing ‘I Love Trash’
    Spooky Stories, something for late in the night
    And Power Records brought comic books to life
    And THEN, here come the 80s and Sugarhill
    …The 12” record was a brand new thrill
    Living on an army base in a foreign place
    So when I couldn’t find vinyl, I was trading tapes
    Then I moved to Stuttgart, near Breuningerland
    Nearby music store had some records on hand
    Teldec compilations were part of the quest
    Or get Enjoy Records on the CBS press
    A new spot opened, all vinyl racks
    And that’s the place where I got my Wild Style soundtracks
    A short time later, moved back to the states
    Off to Fort Riley, KS with a couple crates
    Downtown Junction City, conduct my search
    And I came across placed called the Middle Earth
    Mostly a Rock store, didn’t care for Rap
    But they got lots of vinyl, so I kept going back
    And then two years later, it’s the same old score
    New city, new school, new record stores
    We had Strawberry Fields, and T&S
    I would spend so much money I would feel so stressed
    Then I drop the needle and I hope for the best
    And get a whole new mood when the song was fresh
    That’s the life of a crate digger and their suppliers
    Without Bias, yeah, it’s the Last of the of record buyers
    4 min
  • Tricks Are For Kids
    -Tricks Are For Kids
    We ain’t come to play, joke’s over, bombs away
    Comp should pray, Pinnland on raw display
    Cutting records any size, 12”, 45s
    With a scratch so swift it’s too quick for your eyes
    In sync like MIDI, plus keep the drums real gritty
    The Pinnland Empire taking over your city
    Who’s with me? I’m betting on the best in the biz
    Ya know who it is…the one with skills, trick are for kids
    (Just when the world has need of such a man)
    Pinnland (Tell a story with your hands)
    (All he needs is a purpose) and there’s no question
    He step in, and then (sound was the weapon)
    Record shredding just with a flick of wrist
    (What Sorcery is this?)
    Eternal bliss, the scratch, plus the rhyme and the drum
    Pinnland in control (for generations to come)
    (What’s that sound?) …Proof of the work that we do
    A slight clue of the (homage which is rightfully due)
    A right to choose your own path, the madness is musical
    (Something special, something unusual)
    (Ok that’s swell), (what a great idea)
    (Stop the music), please, adjust your ears
    Pinnland, since we’re both fans of the break
    Let’s play a lil game called, (‘What's in that crate?’)
    5 min
  • 11-The 45 King Goes Gold!
    The 45 King Goes Gold!
    Ya ever play an old record and ya hear one part
    And can’t help it, ideas just start to spark
    That would be an ill loop, or could chop it clean
    Separate the drums, play em like a drum machine
    Isolate the bassline with some filtering
    May take a lil work, it’s that will to win
    Like digging thru stacks for the perfect match
    Or sometimes ya gotta go and buy a whole new batch
    45s, LPs, even 78s
    Whatever it takes, always get a fix from the breaks
    DJ Mark knew the deal, he was the king of this thing
    Horn Sample OG, really earned his wings
    Needle drop expert, and the cuts were sharp
    That’s the kinda skills you learned while rockin’ the park
    The 45 KING, long live one of the greats
    I bet they rolled the red carpet at the golden gates
    Latee “This Cut’s Got Flavor” was ill
    A fly beat, combined with impeccable skill
    Flip to the b-side, ‘Puttin’ On the Hits’
    Latee doin’ styles MCs still can’t get
    And the 45 King even rocked the spot
    Teaching MCs a lesson, whether they learn it or not
    Like “A King and Queen Creation” where Latifah snapped
    After ‘Wrath of My Madness’, the Queen was back
    Marky Fresh had a style casually fly
    The run sentence, not indented, simple but sly
    Stone to the bone, do fa self is the way
    The Motivation to fight Corruption everyday
    Chill G Rob’s Ride the Rhythm is a masterpiece
    Masterfully written, and DJ Mark the king of the beats
    Lakim with a pen is an audible treat
    Don’t try us, style wars or when a wise man speaks
    The voice power back terrorizing the toys
    And he pick up the pace when they sample the dope noise
    …Yeah, the soul provider with the hyped up track
    Knowledge is king, but get the gusto in the stacks
    Speaking of that, Flavor U was all on they job
    A battle no prob, face Assassination Squad
    The grace of the gods, power in the face of the odds
    Sign of the crimes, a raw dope rhyme for the frauds
    Believe that, the king is here to rattle your trunk
    He got 900 ways he can bless the funk
    So let me show you exactly how it’s properly done
    He set it off with a loop of some banging drums
    No tricks in his mix, on time, no flaws
    He’s a master of the game, future shock for all
    This is just a brainstorm from a microphone fiend
    Court is now in session, so long live the KING!
    4 min

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