Themselves - Directions to my Special Place
Themselves - Good People Check
themselves - "poison pit"
Themselves "Gold Teeth Will Roll" Live in Paris, 10/2009
themselves "you devil you"
Why Do People Kill Themselves?
Fire challenge has kids setting themselves on fire
The Grill - AFL Players talking themselves up
Themselves - This About The City Too
Hamas Official Praises Palestinians in Gaza for Sacrificing Themselves
Eurythmics - Sisters Are Doin' It For Themselves
Funny Dogs Playing Fetch By Themselves Compilation 2014 [NEW]
Themselves - Roman Is As Roman Does (2009)
Why Do Girls Cut Themselves?
Themselves - Directions to my Special Place
Themselves - Good People Check
themselves - "poison pit"
Themselves "Gold Teeth Will Roll" Live in Paris, 10/2009
themselves "you devil you"
Why Do People Kill Themselves?
Fire challenge has kids setting themselves on fire
The Grill - AFL Players talking themselves up
Themselves - This About The City Too
Hamas Official Praises Palestinians in Gaza for Sacrificing Themselves
Eurythmics - Sisters Are Doin' It For Themselves
Funny Dogs Playing Fetch By Themselves Compilation 2014 [NEW]
Themselves - Roman Is As Roman Does (2009)
Why Do Girls Cut Themselves?
Major Lazer & Moska - Lose Themselves (feat. RDX)
Why Do People Cut Themselves?
Weep Themselves To Sleep-Jack White[Lyrical]
How the oceans can clean themselves: Boyan Slat at TEDxDelft
Superheroes Introducing Themselves - Supercut
Professors Read Mean Reviews About Themselves
Twins Putting Themselves to Bed
Illuminati Revealing Themselves NOW! Here's How! (Bizarre Signs)
Hong Kong Asia Television Forensic artist draws how women see themselves vs. how others see them.
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Themselves live in Moscow part I
Themselves Live at Camp and Interview
THEMSELVES LIVE BALOARD MTP / 26/10/09 / part 1
themselves LIVE 11-3-03
Annie Lennox - Sisters Are Doin' It For Themselves (live at Party At The Palace)
THEMSELVES LIVE in Berlin 2009 - Intro - Back II Burn - The Mark
Themselves - Live Trap (Live Peel Session)
Themselves - Live Trap
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Spice Girls - Sisters (Are Doing It For Themselves) - Live at TFI Friday (1998)
Eurythmics - Sisters are doint it for themselves ( live )
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Jack White - Weep Themselves To Sleep - Live @ The Shrine Auditorium 8-11-12 in HD
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Hilarious Interview Bloopers: The TH Interns Humiliate Themselves in These Outtakes
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Themselves is an underground hip hop duo based in Oakland, California. It consists of rapper Doseone and producer Jel. Dax Pierson, from the affiliated group Subtle, has played keyboards for the group. However, he is not considered an official member.
To date, Themselves has released three albums and two singles on Anticon, as well as being featured on multiple compilations.
Themselves initially recorded and released music under the name Them. In 1998, the group first made their debut on Anticon's breakout compilation Music for the Advancement of Hip Hop with the song "It's Them." Their self-titled first album Them was released in 1999. It was followed by the single Joyful Toy of 1001 Faces in 2000 and another single This About the City Too in 2002.
In 2003, they changed their name to Themselves and released The No Music. A remix album The No Music of AIFFS was released in 2004.
Themselves returned in 2009 by releasing a mixtape The Free Houdini, as a promotion for a new upcoming album CrownsDown. The Free Houdini features guests such as Sole, Alias, Slug, Buck 65, Aesop Rock, Busdriver, Serengeti, Pedestrian, Passage and Lionesque. It is followed a month later by the third studio album CrownsDown. Another remix album CrownsDown & Company was released later in 2010.
All these men who work the land
Should evaluate themselves and make a stand
Can't they see beyond the rhetoric?
The lies and promises that don't mean shit
And all the men who learned to hate them
And all the men who learned to hate them
They keep themselves hidden away
They keep themselves upon the hill
Afraid that they'll have to pay
For all the crimes upon their head
And all the men who learned to hate them
right off the bat...irregular's my first disclaimer...
second's...what once was rap's always changing...this
frame of
reckon's the next basis for improvement...and that's
about it...
unless stasis snatches movement to latch a crowded
skinner's box, chop...chop...there's ideas to have...
bigger shock...a lot stops...
must you be in a lab to feel part of advancement?
you real art love ain't a chance in
any faith's hell, they're not tempered the same...
if you can't tell the preaching is not why i came...
just throwing facts and figures out there...catch...
on give back...be bigger share...match
my mutually exclusive with your collectively
exhaustive...
truthfully stupid is more a perspective. we'll
lost it in unison...unison...you've become
a work in process...a process...an odd test is
process...ahh yes...
show me a prehensil tail is not your style homie...
the mental well...has no dial,
pressure gauge, favorite spot physiologically...
say has anybody got exact change for comrodery...
you...could it be you...could it be you...you...could
it be...no,
then humble it is...every able axis grab an oar...go
fumble with
ideas since prenatal practice...i'll step ashore...
just leave the maps, money, and chewing gum behind,
peace.
you'll be back harmony is just that um...kind
of gross enduring a lonely open flame
enjoys less in the absence of fine company.
there's always room for one more where the ceiling's
drip well
put and walls crawl with forethought...have a seat...
on what looks to be...is it a floor...wrong,
it's not just a beckoning light in a young blood's
present
darkest future, but a culture...
for a darkest future we've bled culture...
acid vigor, human error and little white lies...
that's what mcs are made of...
bluntly, our pain and slab nativity scene's infested...
ugly's got it by the horns, so lovely
gets molested molding hardship from tragedy
splendid way of thanks giving we've
perfected dastardly to watch our backs disgusting
practically
spared no expense at all in rapidly
rusting out our roots and groove potential
forelorned...
nothing surprises me anyhow...rude of me...shucks,
you people seem nice, just look at those smiles...
and that's not the half of what it does for those
who thrive to its influence, nodding heads
as hard as hearts can stand.
pure prudence, lovers of lyric and construction
know this wonderland makes running a mill more
bareable...
i.e. hype releases make weeks.
poor one's make laughts hysterical.
"music's my life, man" is some lame ass understatement
of a force,
no clever contraption of words could ever contract
or conserve into some digestible scrap.
indespencable is rap's ties to you and eye's
wrack minds of the observant,
wash back and the lace air of cipher with
that comparable most wonderful thing on earth...
breeze of keen and opportunity...
astonished full of all but...daily tomfoolery's
been proven clinically...
a best time to...hmmm...let's see...train the
pallet...jel,
please faze your galant composure through
my altered statement of why any censor's power's
feeble...
we'll handle ours if you do your evil...
angles a longshot impossible and pisses off simple moms
of drones
protecting their happy homes
from back rows at church...truth hurts...
come on now...slide me a seat in the senate and see how
tolerance works...
i meant it's awful easy to condemn and never been
attempted...
take unity for demonstration purposes...
so in the end, my extra-righteous tyraid services
only the colossal unjust of our juxtaposition...
and glorifies how deep blank runs...sickened...
that's a aprapo...since we are what we overcome...
on a rock where fruits of labor are sold...
see what it is is they ignant de’librate
simp on indifferent like it were Gibraltar the rock of
all wisdom
mock em, I pimp em
its all the sun lets me hit em
with’ll the uncivil the dumbed and everything this side
a numb please step your deafs back while I axe
on all these cattle fed capsules half-happy for babel,
I ain’t no adder of ‘posed ta and reins
I got the powder of gun on run in my veins
And all that’s under my name
“long time coming” feat….lionesque
if only I could make it
to a place where forsaken’s not a maiden or a mat idée
(when isn’t it though)
ready to play the host where I dine
on my lines of life in which my eyes perceive
(then let your jaws show)
I be happy supplied the world with food for thought
mission a national fee
But Now I have risen from that dream
Faced up blatant with the statements
I envision in the scenes
Robbers of the raw
And the innocent’s defeat
Province of the poor, underprivileged, and the
Weak
(wwweak)
seek only what brings acceptance a the tidings in my
findings
(or get eat)
cease
now hear me sing
if resting where you find me
understand my offering
takes my last breaths on the alter, spare me please
no one here, solitude’s the conclude
in the city of the written
my reflection sees me through
it’s a pity, didn’t listen now they
suck in sour mood
presumed to walk another tune, puckered all the poets
motionless
though they moving down the path where pigs are
roasting
a feast for the fable coming from the frau speak it
cause I seen it
in the natural cause of conflict
where blinders got me
reaching for the chainsaw
freedom from the feint’s fall
crumble but was stood tall
so see its not a paper chase
I know that paper flakes beside a fires blaze
My bridge is on another plane buried by the bush
underneath the lily cactus,
Unearthed with every practice
only like minds can catch it
Not many at my heels but any if they will
I move on em passioned
If its she who you after
i ain’t a blast from the past
I’m what’s smashing in the future
Hold back nothing
Long time coming
How they gonna show me to the gallows,
like they could do the dent of my death
know my throw and resolve by the steps
why I oughta truth you all cold
hard like attacked hearts fold
under the very mud that they pump,
you trapped sold or semi-precious lump…
left to slack and shrivel in the thump of chests
against beds…
Wall against heads
Like a fist on a thread
This ain’t gonna work
Or is it
when dredgeddeded from the darkest inches of what your
pit did
you’d writ with an isn’t where your oughta shoulda
wroughta
less selfish of shells coulda daughtered but welled
deadbent and attempting to only heart it in hell
hey yo L, what did the star say to the black when it
fell
Was in the throes of Rome with goat's legs
Clip clip clop, it was misfit o'clock
Will it be the batty in the belfry
Or witches in the pond if you visit pick an image and respond, blister in the sun
Kiss it with your tongue
Listen every little signal has been criminally sponged
Or molested by a symphony of thumbs
And eventually neglected
Here is how the symmetry was won
Fourth quarter it's infinity to none
And swung 'til the hickey and the guillotine are one, literally, calling all heartworms back
To the can from whence you came jittery and drunk
Get a grip on the immediate belittling
Triggered from a vitiated brain
That couldn't mediate the little things
Wait... stranger danger
Your names escape me in a blaze of manga
When the cel-shades fade and cancel
All the rain's made of anvils
You should start a band called The Stand-Stills
...Pitter patter antennae, antlers
Animated man hammered into canned shambles
And everyone is nuzzled in the bottom of they handlers
Watch: can I get a gambit or not? Not. Dang, finally met his Waterloo and what are, you the recreant who wouldn't cut a tooth, here's proof
Know that to know this
Strictly shark tank shit
To throw it son, stoned, frozen, low the omen
In the blued out and opened up above my Oakland knowing
No gods touch what no gods clock
Cuts a killer free type locked
Been bent seen all my keyholes clot
And anti matter a me worded
Ten hard in the blast furnace
Of last and a sole purpose
On this wink of awake under date...in a yolk
Beside a blank for your signature
Isn't the business a dead heading a customer bit of a
Dream stem its them and aes back to put the heroes to tests
Then give em something to trace
They fear where we best
Ears can get stretched, heads we will touch
With the undoable deathproofable eye tooth and a shiv out a luck
Believein-in lead leaver, the-mean-it-reaper, a day eater
Who'll break fever, contract, sheep or a dive speaker
In the name of the ant and the seeker
Bane of the can't and the weaker
Doing his dutiful ether
To illuminate aaaayyythang this side of the exit
Quit hushing the thunder in you
Shark what you're slumbering through
Know that to know this...
You can buy your time, I'll hunt mine...
I commit to a sequence of gestures
Side effect of a deep-end dementia
I commit to a sequence of gestures
Know that to know this
We're cutting it open and have chosen to throat it to the shark tank that wrote it...
I commit to a sequence of gestures
Light the wick and apprehend offenders
the sun
the sky
the music
the people
the one...
they've all come for the movement and offer silence
make them stand...
the make believe me trubador
and his visceral ties to patronage.
a flame in the harsh ritual of theater...
scrutinies pierce vulnerable poise oh so helpless...
to hide this gasp, the curtains devil crimson eats
valor
and dazzle of my play acting, mystery stiffens...
embelished my guilded embarassment...
must i dwindle in the pixie fine light heart of
pageant...
decay...decay...decay...
fair self you taunt the plush maternity of legend...
it is yours to extinguish...
it is yours to endear...
pretend...the night sky
the interpretive day
disguise...forced, so devout and rarely felt...
perspective...dripping with a masterless man...
desceptive pleasuring want...so genuine...
i'm desire the incredible beggar, warm in and of my
costume...
we lay and touch legs for flesh pedalling...
for tortures of queens and the staffs that make them
whole...
appreciate the cruelty is why...
guilt a censor becoming...of broad axe and blood
spray...
wish is choice hollow...obey...
our war is but to entertain.
you see me close them catch light and...pulse through
stone.
heave for me and my bossom...your weird prostitute...
hold them deep...capturing breaths...
among a one shall never hunger in the vile of savage
bath again...
to this i give all to one...to have...
my pieces...shrieking stolen...fallen...a flicker in
craze...passing away.
in fulfillment it did roll...and it was shed...
clenched forgiving about its hilt...they
the iron life's work tears still through...
clean through...deadly...drove into the wood block...
a gash gathers...the muscle...the bone...the severed...
halts and forms a pool to end in...and it flows...
and one tear falls...in the silence they are wide
open...
hells bells jim I know where the trail went
damned if my own tracks don’t lead back to the
settlement,
the further away I go, the closer I get.
Stroll through a puddle, suddenly the whole world’s
wet.
Covered up both them soles
Ain’t no better
Keep your feet dry, make the whole place leather
Ruff for one feather it ain’t the same chicken
I change it all back,
But the birds stay different
The swing go around in a right hook flight path
Land in a way that a straight jab might have
All things equal but the world ain’t like that
The earth got a curve and it connect like a psych gag
Lift little bits of the riddle and Feel limited
Put half of the puzzle together but can’t finish it
Hook into the source,
And of coarse you’re a derivative,
Live against the menacing millions blind to the picture
disc
“a sky full of stars staring down at you, says your
small”
outing you in your place
“how much art can you take”
how much time can you space
wearing the grill my father gave me,
fear my mother made me
no-ladied
choking up on my hades
fiendish,
I mean this
With every nail in the slow rose of my mouth,
I teach freestyle now,
Seems I FREEmagic
And “keep static like old fabric”
Adder of habit and addict
Everything ain’t necessarily gonna be allright
Let it be a blessing just to be alive
In a city with a dollar menu
Anybody fucking with a lucky penny
Gotta know we doing just fine
Lil fixed gear , in comes slum dog millionaire
Settle for your pedal stroke dealing the predictable
Smart shop keeper, keep your shop in the dark
Where the rats live fatter than the ones they tear
apart
“With a roof right over your head”,
You little dusch bag…
Stare out of the darkness there is your reflection
Mirrors on a mountain tilting your direction
Couches in your clutches power up your section
Destiny is shining just then, your arrested.
So mad you blow the doors off the alameda morgue
Ain’t no way to pick a bone when you rotten to the
one for the money two for no money
my dreams psychedelic nightmares
my team worms and burning bridges
see the light like Copernicus
they want to burn me, like the suns of Copernicus
they got nothing on me
lyrics is louie vaton belts,
my style is straight jackets and suicide bomb belts,
no more tim dogin em
binladen, I been rapping
Since the days in blue eyes
Got your head padded
It’s a small world, beware the pot you piss in,
May be the one you drink from
The tree you plant today may be
the one you hang from etcetera
everyday I’m hustling but I ain’t a middle man
come see me when roc az got more guns than Afghanistan
I started this weird shit, now everybody wants to be
normal,
This shit rise to the top
That’s why no promo
This ain’t a mix tape,
Its an I don’t give a fuck tape,
Its highschool revenge in a brief case
Ain't nothing more deadly
than the cold kill gut cut
throat's cause ahead of me
Readily we go brave stepper
to the gallows where bills hang
The thrill rang dry into a skeleton plan
Where it lay, stay to die like a whale on land
This ain't the millionaire tears of an old man metal band
This is a hurt earth birthed work class
killer with many a heart in his hand
And I'll be damned if I"ll let the froze skate on me
So we smite the take with the FREE,
Could it be
Share is the new steal,
Cold the new feel...
Life's work meet the dead end job
But I refuse to take my broke without tel
My choke without yell
I'm speaking
Cobra to ox
lion to lamb
sky to the rocks
glass to the sand
I ain't no creature of number
I'm a hunter of slumber
By gun of by pen
we will put felt
i've been here, sat between railings with god named
celeste for, look adam to establish yourself won't
really burn off that fat or we'll call it fat, that
runs you near, archetypes that have been tested and
failed continully tested and failed, god named celeste
has always akin to catch stones at dead clock,
fortunetly she's beautiful in the corners of her eyes
and happy visible,"Good bye" she blinks while ruffage
falls from my skirt, my skirt ruffage falls from my
skirt,
dripping with face lost i've the frozen meats and
convention center specs to build a mirrored phallus
right here, 10 miles high, for everyone to imitate, but
the drawings in the dust are filling up with dust
again, and i've just spent that 100 dollars friends,
help though, hook line and sinker, if i could cry and
hug my cat all night i'll still be empty, or putting
change in the meter for and entire block of people i
know from bumps on a log, kite flying and chicken
choking and running in place, i'm stuffing mixed
messages in bottles and dropping them in gutters and
when someone gets it they'll be right where i was, and
maybe that'll help, so one day when the snake sucks
it's tail, i'll find a pot of gold and tons of letters
left for me in a matchbox and that would be idle like
grown men in tights, with fists, capes and eyebeams, I-
beams, i've been here, sat between poles with god name
sid for, look adam to reanimate yourself won't really
lop off that foot or we'll call it foot that carries
you off mezzanines that burst into situated right as
you left situated, tsk tsk god named sid has waited a
long long time to say "i told you so" so
consequentially he's eaten by a bear and happy
unfortunate goodbye he thinks as a tangelo falls from
my hat, shush i say to the drones of potato people
whistling my social security number, some mail man to
be named later must not be doing his job, i'm thinking
of when that nuclear thing happens and i'm the only one
left a ruin that doesn't look like the movies, it was
made before, between 7 breakfast, 12 lunch 6:30 dinner,
if i don't stack all these bones now and these feathers
right after that i'll pretend i'm sleeping and let them
talk to my listening, listening, tounges and forks and
noseplugs and problems are gears and i'm lamenting over
those two edges coming together in the blood blister i
got out of it all,
if i could be any animal which would i be? the human
soul because there's almost no halflife,
it's negligable and covered in pus with marrige on top,
from globs to shoulder width to back to the hospital it
don't stop
it's negligable and covered in pus with marrige on top,
from globs to shoulder width to back to the hospital it
don't stop
eyes open, i want to masturbate in a locked...
eyes open, i want to masturbate in a locked...
your lover is at yoga, breaking a sweat,
while you shoot mid-morning coffee nerved on the front
steps.
pooring its slave labor likelihood all over
your wounded lung. everyone's allowed to have these
thoughts.
afterall, this is the song where you sing i am a drug
addict for 8 bars.
it is a blessing to have rifle eyes in times of war.
one is lucky to go deaf over the course of one's life.
i love these legs.
in the speaking up and claiming of my projector,
it's a dancing fool moment happy taking the blame
for all my hammer marks and...dropped gavels...and eyes
open, i want to masturbate in a locked planetarium.
i am a drug addict, i am a drug addict, i am a drug
addict...
iamadrugaddictiamadrugaddictiamadrugaddict...
i am a drug addict...
sometimes you can still see dead-end signs in my eyes.
i'm still burning the bones of my strong arm over my
mother.
never unclenching to the spoiled little stone in my
skull to a sober.
i feel as though i thaw all day, everyday.
someone from second grade well into his last set of
teeth,
waiting for help...
will you, will you stay if i promise you eggs and glue
and guns and birds and bread?
will you stay if i promise you eggs and things and yes
and yes and yes...
i met a begger who says he was famous,
and nowadays he only tells two jokes.
one about eagles, weasels, and jet engines,
the other a terrible one about a left-handed match.
says the only thing you need on the skids is a hat,
says he'd also pissed away a million dollars in his
day.
nowadays when i want to feel like a millionaire,
i just walk into a bank...
so i stood in the bank, and started thinking...
while exact clocks spilled over into numbers of people,
comfortably naming all 900 bones in their yesterday
rhine.
laughing in the face of so many black bags,
luggage a natural melody to the fear poet.
i can admire the of an arrow all day,
but by no means am i one with smoking dust
in a roxborough graveyard or painting wasp nests shut
for my slumlord in cincinnati.
i'd rather run with piano open in my head,
laughing with your hat in the wind...
not at you...
i'm not laughing at you but with you
i am the wizard...the...hush...awkward hawk-eyed
wizard...
who's melancholy state of stubborn shows him the hard
place up close
and conjures a lucid quandary...
the dreamiest paranoia....
where's the rock...the rock...i want to fix the rock..
talk it into being my pal...
better yet my indolent solid stood apprentice...
but thanks, but no thanks...but...there is no rock...
just me...and my gloomy hand-carved hard place...
no student...no new chew toy
for my bootleg hug and kiss to tear in to ribbons...
worst of all...all my fuss and careful
obsessing...frivolous...
it gets painted over with lacking and
stuffed...grotesque with missing...
now fruitless...
i set meticulously sharpened traps...for bugs
with ferocious little mechanised insect crippling
jaws...
and throw away my junior wizard cap and wand...
these pupils will be dinner and hopefully cephlopods...
now i can smile at the cut out moon and
pretend...hardcore...
it's comical and made of cardboard...
in a while i scamper in its film about my quarters
collecting all the intricate sprung death bundles and
free
the teeny-weeny thinga-magiggers...
dropping them in their bruised seeping abdomens into a
jar...
one by...one...
a cloudy glass jar of sour miracles...
it's eliptical, and made of guts...resonance
collected...
i tip-toe through wild guesses and wide eyes...
dipping...i hope it's cute...dipping my hairy knuckles
and minced cuticles...
into the open jar...seconds later...later...aletrlatetr
a firm pinch invigorates the dying tensed writhing
critter...wriggle wriggle...
i would like to look down its throat...
but it only snaps and hisses at my innocent cruelty...
bad beasty bad...
so be it...it's rectangular and made of ash...
i lean back into the dim bizarre of my work space...
my neat and straightened work space...
to...to...seem just...to seem...to...
as i suck its thickened pearly stomachs from a
throbbing in caving thorax...
i just can't seem to...study taught in this poor
reader's paradise
and these uncomfortably queer sandals.
a sign...lost appetite...i lean...a sign...leaning
further...a yawn...
leaning further back crack
a pointless pencil in my only pocket with no holes
snaps in two
and pokes my skinny leg...
kinda...kinda reminds me of lightning...
i don't believe in zeus but i'm scared stiff of
clowns....
look i'm naked...a wizard...and surely mad.
i don't believe in zeus but i'm scared stiff of
clowns....
look i'm naked...a wizard...and surley mad.
i don't believe in zeus but i'm scared stiff of
clowns...
look i'm naked...a wizard...and nearly happy.
it's circular and made of seasons...
pretty...ugly...pretty...ugly...pretty...pacing from
desk to sill...
i turn my mirrors off and on and on and off and then
make believe the wolves are telling me it's midnight...
except it's just the last few hours howling
night...night...
i know my desk hates me...so do the traps, jars,
nervous ticks
and loudmouthed pointless pencils...
it's okay...all right...because...'cause
i'm gonna write and write and marry all its cracks,
chips and knots,
get them really pregnant then leave with its friend the
chair
and all my stationary...
yum...a breeze...carry me...
i feel like...the other son
the riddles blend in with the stars
in with the crickets stuck in the middle of
somewhere...
chirping madly...i'll be happier alone...
Confused upon the slapped wrist
I ain't on the rap list
I must have lost my head like John the Baptist
Mildew wolf still cursed in the claims
Worst in the game
I burst into flames
Close fated
Don't worry checks is post dated
I used to be beautiful
But now I'm the most hated
Both hands tied behind my back a spaceship
I take one of my socks off
And slap you in the face with
Come around the corner and the whole block spells
Get a job at a church and I rock the bells
100 years from now they will uncover me
B love the durable mammal and super lover C
Jel casts a spell
And makes a loop of the bat
Next thing the girls act supidly
Don't waste my time
I execute stone faced
Warning avoid conforming to my own tastes
Kick the ball
Who stands and who falls
And that's all...
Sure pal... I'll sell you your scalp back
For every something to draw with you ever owned and... nahh
Uncle, give me a blackened lung and clavicle...
Or I could wriggle my zero non emphatical...
Strap you to a mountain side and hurl redwoods at your rotten hide
Under here while boughs, bird's nests and tree limbs fly...
You simply... drip down the rock face... pureed head case...
Close as teensy-weensy crumbs of a whole
Fall upon the forest's plush green canopy...
I, forgive me... like rain... happy now... no brain... err
And wrongful treatments what I'll preserve you in... mummification.
The uncouth barbarian takes it in the... huhuhuh...
It's what he deserves. under glass fine grain crushed herb...
Reckon I could make a mint charging a healthy cover for a glimpse
Of your freakish clump of quadriplegic gusto...
Something done swung low... but your going home in a crucible... jerk
Call it a meltdown... it's really good clean smart...
Soul and body of john brown sings in me...
No... i insist... you start... as you were...
Watch... far end of the cantilever's sparkling thermometer burst... sparkling...
Thin air folds the crumpled to stationary... huh...
And unsuspecting solid blocks of refuse to rock
Apparently pour with apologetic and "can I please go see the nurse?"
Right before my eyes..."I don't feel so good..."
Whimper snivel bounces off bell tower stone for lastly gongs and chimes
In what's clockwork... sullen hunchback
Pressure rings out to trail blood on lobes... abandonment's all about your...
Impregnable and hit the lights yaknowwhatI'msayin' jive turkey
Hunting season's open... so I hum "We Are the World"
Polishing a 12-gauge conversion ratio... pausing
Now and again to practice you foul calls and set the sight
Dinner's waiting... get a move on
My time you won't not be extremely careful with that ink pen... or
Bust stuffing waltzes in smug... extending a metaphor
As I hang this inexpensively framed license to practice taxidermy on the wall you... tear..."he's certified..." for real...
No crocodile... no tough shell... dull blades, less formaldehyde
To finish 'er up... some grooming here, a glass eye there...
Needle thread... whooahla! nothing's prolonged... you make the room
Subtly off-setting the bearskin rug and lusciously upholstered ottoman...
Hardcore... far from... treasure of the trove
Boy... you'd better snuggle up in a passive voice... or...
Carry on and leave me no choice..."who's the vaporizer?"
It's the boy in me that binds a worldly gutted man's angst to change
Celebratory delta paints shit-eating grins
On what you and mirrors think my face looks like...
Visuals expecting this alone despite
A nothing dissimilar has prepared its most stable student
With number 2 pencils and a sick sense of humor. prude lent
Me a whopping six years of fun in the sun... i see it all... you blink...
To be blinded and amused, cheering, clapping, palms vermilion...
To raw-soar... never feeling a note...
I could cry for you all but empathy... wept smudges what's wrote
To lock, stock and barrel surroundings with quotes
Coffee through corners of loose leaf... my later on
Environmental processing unit.and you say cheese
In a torrid three-piece tunic...
So I can bank their drift and fill a page to it...
Golly, I'll lead 'em all second hand virgins out of the grain shortage
With a no longer lit roach and thimble full of prestigious... or
I may find your devoted half-mast and shift thick skin to brash
And show you sad's six-hundredth and something shade...
Swearing solemnly you'll see no parts of unscathed...
Do though, consider this frame of mmm.molestation
More than a suspect identity roast...
Since it's really your last hippity hiphoppin' hope
And open gets no wider as I provide for your cope...
With twice the substance and conversely quadruple the texturizer
Revenge of the fern...
Flint to the stone tool to the wheel to the lever to the inclined plane
It's hurting your babies
Fused complete compliance the capital circuit disease...
A simple question assumes the bounty and temptation of bait...
Screeches the chattering churn of
Persephone's fate
Determining machine. as its humongous simple scrapes
At large wowing chronological mommies prize
And pain mates with heavy heaving monstrosity
A streamlined sky-stealing monstrosity
Charged nectars of steel flow 'til babies interlocked with babies
Such harmony... pointed cold touching harmony of mechanism
Mechanism beats massaging the air and walls between it shudder and split
Things are getting big and louder, drowning out fainter
Out an after glow of pale travesty becomes us...
A wish to be part of gears... made of parts...
Soaring through the clanging pattern of gears...
So precise and metal and meddle a working construct in destiny
The foreseeable right now... pushing for tangible... unhinged...
Pushing for fuel vital to bolts...
Our fuels mark a separation of water and sky...
Energy is both... fuel and separate existed until we... then its...
Maintained and updated a brilliant portrayal of likeness
In all the sure shock of good wiring
And bad example... crisp blue grey example
Sputters static the orderly structure of so solid
Choking and gasping with monotonous nauseating similarity... it depends
Hammered artificial by efficience as esoteric and obsolete
As the rickety behemoth it runs to keep ticking
Killer conventional kills house plants
Hurts ourselves with rough drafts for a 90's orbit and
Powers refinement... a killer's refined...
Watch your hand, the motorized lifestyle likes to bite and grind
Aren't we daring or dumb, dumb enough to plug in bread and water
Watch the young thing suck volts and chew snapping binary jaws
It hates our codes with technical difficulty
So what's hunted used to flick the switch and now
The instruction manual is rusty and reads funny
Outdated seems to have exchanged in the function
Shutting valves, closer, fixing leaks closer repairing closer still
Creating robotic tears the tender tummy of human just
Pray it never mutilates the sensuous and perfect earthen vagina
We dug the iron from...
State of the art more like desire of the kings
And their smoldering less
Everything's a tooth when flesh is moist flower petal soft
So soft all is lost in the swift inactionable gutting of discovery...
The things are getting smarter, we are getting closer
Are getting sharper, we're there
Will we do nothing and have it no other way...
Science lives, skylines crushing our chest...
Someone stop the curbs from bleeding
Last monkey born out of captivity now dies...
An alarm does not go off and a moment is not spared...
1... 200 rappers th... they all died
by gun empty anger honest or hype
they all died
and when all the legends
and heavens for them had all but went dry
was there a measure to their records
that had left them twice lived
Ants carry their dead in their mouth
Convict hard at the foot of our art...
Character is what you are
in the dark.
In that yet
Ain't it the overpainted arrangement
Of all that is painless
And harmful to the pit of a person
Not This famous estranging of the self to the self
Otherwise Completely ingrained in
You in the eye of a cut records half life
Destined to lap twice your cell soaked gross daylight
Intook
Intook you stood And in alphabetical order you will stand
Low amongst recordstore stocks and blues thief's beliefs
A testament to the achievements Of one
who pushed his teeth Deep in the matter
of his def decades before sleep
Hell crows gotta eat
And you are what is lost
Ghost seeking sheet
And Character is what you are In the dark
From where the rent check barks
Into the single cell of all things heart
Each ant In their stark
And eventhough the closeness of continents may shift
These songs are a brightblack that'll never lift
Yet let's light leek, And now a days when we meet
In a dive's lowlit pits, we can hardly speak
The words for where our dreams went weak
trying the flame in our preach
And it's proof, That fires grow bigger than men
To become A thing beyond pen
that cometime can't eat, From its blood in a beat
Or isn't it then
Laughlines buried under a briar of beards
Some drugged blind so they can yolk a whole year
And grow tongue from to the coal of burnt
gone&cold; peers
Beneath the quiet onset of the darkening ear...
You see my firefriend
One hunger can never truly eat another
One's hunger can never truly eat another's
Each ant
in their house,
Each G ant
Scrape me of the belly of
Air Force Ones and square whore's tongues...
Where they don't hellen their valour
In the hire of cowards
Top speeds
Out of your hermetic retreat
Knockneed
By the ever present beep beeps
Crossbreed
Polarities that would be neat
Gosh jeez
These personalities could pre-heat
Ricotta cheese
Oozing out the company's teat
Drop to your knees
Until the boss screams "Skeet skeet"
Or jot freely
On this fermented tea leaf
God speed
Expressionism has no cheat sheet
Eyeballs bleed
When you play my clip on repeat
Fall to your knees, fucker
This is no politico schmoe stump
But it is my proto-punk
For fools who don't know stuff
Throwing dinner parties in a SoHo dump
You can't hear it unless you grow your nuts
"Rappers want to party not rap"
See what it is they ignant'de'librate, simp on indifferent
Like it were Gibraltar the rock of all wisdom mock em, I pimp em
It's all the sun lets me hit em with'll the uncivil the dumbed
And everything this side a numb please step your deaf's back
While I axe on all these cattle fed capsules half-happy for Babel
I ain't no adder of 'posed ta and reins
I got the powder of gun on run in my viense and all that's
Blame it on the medicine...
Take no prisoners Minnesota winter ghost to Christmas
Wrote it printed in an open wish list blow a kiss and
Don't show your business past the deadline bred the enzymes
Capture the outline if their heads bind I
Guess it's about time get og the getmine and make this crown climb
Grab grenades eith your cokespoon pin
And your plastic face the cavalcades ass will have to wait
Cause all that happy ever after was the last decade
The golden days of, control the stage
And now they hold they face
The soldiers cam home from home invade
And the old brigades just got old and gray
When life was younger, dive the dumpster to survive the suffer
Dead in the gutter, surprise the buzzards
Now you want to front like you a violent fucker
Bent from the pressure, entered the effort
Went for the adventure
Left over pepper burns forever
Render the measures then return to sender
Skulls hype and burning nice
It gets no better, no it gets no better
The feel is kids turn out the lights
You will never be lucked in this world boy
So sadly picked for a thick fitting of silk
Bathed in brandy, then dried to perfection
In the six month width of Alaskan sun
So you might won, so you might win
Worlds over effortlessly, nah boy
You will be shown how to work the crank that
Turns the streets to face the rich and just reflect them
And if fools can have songs about nothing but wealth...
Damned if I'm a not sick whole sonnets on death
To ring a needle width a light out of the dark I crept
And for those who slept fuck em now I know
Exactly which whay I oughta be sending the wolves
When we meet, cause I have had my fill
Of seeing this flesh hit teeth, it's like me
Calling blood back to the front of my cuts
To do what, to wear pants to wipe blood
To cut luck, to... not walk and sleep
At the same time
I think of paper thin wounds
Oh, sacred envelope of exploration...
Glistening ordinary, grant me
A winged mare or solid ground
And personality split
For it's been a ghastly reflection. unique
And reminiscent of nightmares I can't escape
To disfigure a blurry glance at time of night
A glow the me I loathe, compose
And turn off to phase throughout has
So many playmates that had loved
To hold my magnificent crum
And save its succulence from back injury
I've eroded the shared experience
Consistently... cradles fall
I'm think of a number from one to lonesome...
Fault fault everywhere
And not a single soulmate to spoon or go back and forth with...
I've torn them all to exorcists
Hi, my name's in public...
Has showed me how to spell
Welcome mat with a w-h-o-i-a-m & I
Take a stepping on purpose like a man
Is still a big effort, deal, and pursuit
Of... I've won, and all these women make me sick
So my spoils are shiners or regret
The stormy gray ribbon thus... therefore... and then
With a pin point poking my chest
I startle does and falsify confidence to change... to change...
The lies I've told personify general sympathy
And his platoon of stupid things to do
Let distance play the role of time and difference
Glad to be of service...
Risk averse is my favorite color
And limb to crawl on outfitted for perversion
Enduring... I've managed to overdress for dharma...
The tour of our spiraling universe
And suffer in a congested clammy-handed manner
So who's the old shot blood-dripping man's face
I'm slated to grimace as
Mr. id says don't worry
Finish this now porridge before it cools
And remember above all your dyslexic
Sound advice... but still I'm hung up on hang-ups
And exhausted beyond the haven of endangered mystery-man
In the round strikes a pose
And tries to return truth from a bound world (for life)...
Reading into trivial and man's endless pursuit of absolute stuff...
Custom-made to fit has simplified exception...
Accepted the war, the savior, the Saturday morning cartoons
All convince an unconscious sense of perspective
That natural will thin my blood
And capture me and knock me up
And color coordinate love. no more...
No desire, no bed time, no venue...
It's the pattern my cycles adhere to...
These peaks and valleys I call home and stand for...
It's hard, it's natural
It's only the beginning to fear death... embrace occurrence
Heal... to heal... to be the first one to heal
Is to wake and let artificial
The totem pole of rolls and norms is collapsed upon itself
Until we all care... no one will...
Until we all... no one will
Dose will... request...
Feel these pieces of me as I would all of you...
we don't believe in weak spot
for every cheap shot you got
we hold a mirror to your blind spot
your throat holds artificial words
spewing garbage lines out to the headliners herds
a puppet to your own disappointment
your big ego’ed mouth is a fly in the ointment
This ain't no rap and all name
All act and no pain
drag around our honesty
like a ball and a chain
take a bullet for these two no question
you flake on labelmates at a managers suggestion
now who's the better man?
who's got the better plan?
freinds for life or fleeting fame leaving you with less
than?
Throw the throat that golds the cope that slows hope
In the blood
Cold in the drug
Tow of show
And no
Thing
But owe
One wing and stole
got no answer but you got a perfect shrug
Throw the throat that golds the cope that slows hope
In the blood
Cold in the drug
Tow of show
And no
Thing
But owe
One wing and stole
Like coffee goes coal in the give of your guts
Dues polluting how you dust to dust and skull touch
Diesel in the weight of your words
Credo in the wish that you serve
Eye teeth to the curb of age
Blues thief in a serge of days
Of sun over flesh
And Cease over breath
Spitting light from a cracked rock
Supporting life with your back stock
watched wall clock never turns
gotta push big and little hands to shape what you earn
the law of diminishing returns
is all death and taxes
it's finna happen
till that day we stay button pushing and rapping
all of these poems take place in the space between
various bills
on the edge of a bed or the wiles of a fool hero's
cloud black and clear head
best digested in a pair of 100 dollar headphones
or in a divebar on the back of a microphone
You can't go eye for an eye
Alone on yourself
For too long you loose sight
Begin to see yourself as death
On the mic
Low level life
Poor chooser of fights
Disbeliefer of hype
All raw eye and no sight
Alone in the light of your death on the mic
Or the sword of poor choice in life
Disbelief and diffuse hypes
This is yet another record about we and our littleing
Something sensitive and neked out of song that we’re
widdleing
Bigger than the middle man up
You is or you isn’t
A thing of fragile or a cross section of wreckage
It's them,
With their babyfeet, hummingbirds and milky ways,
It's them, horde your sea shells,
Blow out the big wick,
It's them, it's them, it's them,
No not your vitamins, or pillow or monicle,
this one's just rightousness half full and logical
meanwell remote absolute, and nowhere to go,
but onward and upward,
clasp crowns ground the heart,
let transmission commence,
hello, goodbye dark,
Really i wonder is this all material,
This can't be heaven, the light is too dull
The first time i spoke must have been
it doesn't look like an ice sculpture... or does it?
if i really payed attention time would move faster and faster,
landscapes and states of nature would gallop and sink before me,
'til all was still and an orchid ne instant,
one rich white bursting orchid
stood in channels and the rivers deep below beauty,
grimace, flee, souls don't need shelter,
native well knowledge radiating through shone,
what's scared smell sight,
a swimming prizm's gray core
which one will erect a definition
for sheer bliss and set its sembelence sincere and object with pride down gently
before a globe of judge and grudge in open forum... i think...
no one, hundreds of thousands of chattering silver faced monkeys screech
and find them fascinating,
although nowhere to be found on the periphery of,
some generation, huh i'm not familiar with the term,
boiled to a crack, happy now,
who'll be bird in hand,
i've been mutilated trying,
teaching myself preference, technique and acceptability,
it seems your son is of consumed,
boiled to a crack,
what do you mean there's no oar?
all the rations?
sound the alarm, there must be a stowaway,
a drip, bore, a crack and a trickle, soon the hull gathered its body,
and they all drown to meet with a grin, stick and hankerchief,
amid the flowering dust of the crossroads,
don't peter out on me nowthrust your fist into the sunset,
texture within the footprints and an end atop the wind,
i feel leaflike... something something to crawl on,
sunlit small, a wren beneath the soil presence beyond walls,
art is everywhere, i refuse to know where, i wonder to know where art is,
everywhere i wonder to know where art is, everywhere i wonder...
next time i'm bored, the man's going down
i'll stomp on anyone's brownbag and lunch... when they're not looking.
Wearing the beautiful silver ring my mother gave me
Suddenly a bite... as my fishing rod fell to the floor
Along with the label-less empty can of some processed vegetable
That had propped it up...
Our holy father is probably closer to the horseshoe crab than say... Jupiter
Or so I've been... i can't believe what I've been taught to take note of as precious
Pledge of Allegiance
on down to the correct spelling of success
cursive
or standardized rigamaroling utility
Powerful being scoffs at dog ears and near
Truths smeared between index and appendix... but heck
at least the lunches were hot...
George Washington
Woodrow Wilson
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Texas the Longhorn State
refraction of light in the earth's atmosphere
Triceratops
a-e-i-o-u and sometimes...
There's no such thing as a dumb question
"Out damn spot"
p.e.m.d.a.s.
cosine of a 90 degree angle is Zero
"Et tu brute",
whales and dolphins are people too
The Civil War was something to be proud of
Subject, prepositional phrase, predicate
And size order was only... the beginning
So I wonder, has my doodling suffered...
Who misses covering their textbooks
Authority figures folded hands silence...
Brainwashing is educational...
We, the schoolboard and the church and state
Acting on behalf of our sponsors...
Are here to protect you... all of you
From drugs
and the slightest knowledge of sole purpose...
I never had a problem with cheating...
Upon receipt of your son and daughter's scores
You may find him or her to be more than
Apt above average in kind of... well the following
I want my unicorn back...
And that last wish for an infinite amount of wishes...
The damned, the difficult, and the testable material...
That's funny... yours says good job too...
I'm so bad with the names
Of Mice and Men
Huh huh... he's so creative... but he's no xl-57
These completely complacent self-sufficient offspring
Can be confined and reconfigured to appear
As any of the three sexes and have a complete record of
Every single thing there ever is and will be...
Fist fights... the twisted torture of social acclimation...
Bells clang to segment the fun-filled artificial day further
As several hundred Galapagan sea turtles line up to enter the building...
If you give them all different names and teach them all the same
Thing... the earth turns into toffee...
And you can find out how good people really, really are...
Static and cold... my formative years
Were spent projecting myself outside that window
From chair with a desk bolted to it
Bolted to it the sacrificial billy goat accepted
What had been ponded through it...
And the next person who encourages me...
Not to write in the first person gets left back
In case of fire, quietly and in an orderly fashion
Form a single file line in the front of the class
And wait for your instructor, facing the door
Continue towards the north stairwell
Then proceed calmly and quickly towards the nearest exit
Leave your bags and coats behind kindly... thank you
You can't tell me I'm not good at math
Poor writer my...
I've got 25 jumping jacks left and two big circles to run in...
Don't want to be late for attentive head nodding and tie tying class...
Present in six months, I'll be a college graduate...
And then I'm gonna be... mr., dr., police, fire, space man
Ballerina, zookeeper, cowboy, president of the united states...
What are you gonna be...
before you get sent out to sea...
Wearing the beautiful silver ring my mother gave me
I see an assembly of these hideous curriculum monsters
coccyx bones
on a splintering rickety loom
All in a light grey auditorium through a knot in a boarded up window
This one turns to shame and fame and what not
You sound hollow, this upsets me
You didn't always...
(always)
You can tell a lot about a man (anyways)
From the sound of his music (yours is hollow)
Yours is hollow sounding (sounding)
Frankly, you've become suckers. (suckers)
(you sound hollow), this upsets me
(you didn't always...)
You can tell a lot about a man (anyways)
From the sound of his music (yours is hollow)
Yours is hollow sounding (sounding)
Frankly, you've become suckers. (suckers)
This is a dis song
Dis song absolute
Because you can't respect me
Because I can't respect you
This is a quitters anthem
This is why you should quit
Because you've cheated, and ate where you shit
All my good people you know who you are
And all you lazy lawyers and hookers
Oughta know damn well how something awful scars
So...
I rap with a passion and stock rap in a record store
You make me embarrassed for both, you fell on your sword
Sh sh, sh sh sh sh
Ah aha ah ooh, look out now
[Shove the gun up your ass
Shove that gun up your ass
Shove your gun up your ass
You're as good as dead] x 4
Woe's me, my rotting tape collection
Be still my beating heart
Now I buy one new rap CD six months apart
From underground to mainstream
Pioneers to fireplace rap
This is the voice of our age
Not the skin off your back
Come see me I serve you
Give you free music and step
It was nothing, I did it just to save our rep
Once again they took it to the...?
The invisible unknown enemy
Cowards hiding behind imaginary lines
(Please recite the word by exaggerating the.)
The invisible unknown enemy
Jail time behind imaginary bars
Not really art not really life
They would be toys for adults)
[Walk into the fact
You're blind from the fire
I turn a blind eye
The lawyer and the hooker] x 4
Misogyny
Adultery
Homophobia
Thing tug
How far into the fire can you pour out blood
Misogyny
Adultery
Homophobia
Thing tug
How far into the fire can you pour out blood
Keep on smoking cigarettes on fire station steps