Meet the Artists
March 17, 2018
That we have in common is synonyms
Sipping these sentences, leads to our sentencing
Anything better than this been the medicine
Cure for the wellness to keep us in the dark
Free from our cage while the sedatives are setting in.
What's birthed by the mind is released from the heart
I belong to the ones created for battle
Because on the frontline, my ego blows bigger
I claim victory when evil appears
Sweeter than pears
There ain't no putting fear in me
I gotta believe
The enemies are fearing me
I fought bears,
Have no scars, No smears
I've cleared galaxies that only know time as nursery rhymes
In a flowing motion that comes of erratic
Learned songs from every planet
I've passed all my trails once I planned it
I know I'm forgiven
I've put my life on...
"I'm a shark on land, I'm dying to eat
The ones who ain't bout it, they die in the streets
Blood on cement, its dye in the streets
Cops do a sweep, they diet the streets
The thrill of the hunt still inspires me"
True to the codes, so how can I let my soul bleed
Watching the soul of a brother swim in this pungent puddle of unawareness
No weapon, no motive
His eyes wide
Warmed my sight
I know for certain he looked his killer in his eyes
And since now every bullet is being drai...
February 9, 2018
I am called on, so I answer
While present, I'm absent of all fear
I am loyal
I am power
I am minutes, seconds, and hours
Her me howl my HUM
Bridging life and death on my tongue, correcting my priors
I am tomorrow
I am the heave and the gasp
I am anticipation
I am what's taken and never borrowed
Who only barters with Barons and Martyrs
There's no middle in my class, just extremes from right to left
I am what lies between the margins
What hides in plain sight and will excite all of your bein...
January 20, 2018
My job is to pull out what you think you are and reveal what you actually know
No more lies, no longer blind, glory must be sought after
Here in the final chapter,
A sinner who seeks more
Slumped in stature, I come to you in my final form
Still far from pure or poor, I'll pour all of my purpose into you
Freedom is to be human, through balance; no movement
I offer a rebirth for you
Here in my fire
Now walk through and burn till you boil
Then drown in the waters and dry out in orbit
December 27, 2017
When in doubt, I grab space and speak from what's within,
Then re-enter the motion state in self-assurance.
I feel myself when I write
And when life goes left,
I step out then back to visualize what's left.
Then in the blank, I project what will be next.
I fill myself when I write.
Every night, I agitate the waters
To wake up the rivers of wisdom.
Waves rush to its own system,
Flowing through each vein, combining them,
Forming what seems to be one enchanted ocean.
While in rest,
I was born to breed and to cut the seams on niggas.
To unleash the leech.
Our competitors leaked into our ears and eyes to suck out our soul and pride.
To pry their wants and why's into our lives.
I have been created to rip out centuries of lies my niggas have accepted as life.
Lies raised by false imperials, persistent with their purpose for us to mimic them.
So our mirrors bend images,
Only relaying messages inserted by those who transgressed against us.
To control a game they inve...
The vibrations of its rhythm rang towards me, then sang to me.
It started taming me, then transferred me.
In the middle of the floor is where I approached its boldness.
Vaguely, I remember the words.
How vividly I recall the motions.
In its sway, I heard motives
And in that moment, I was open.
Sipping every bit of passing potions.
We run past precautions
As our passion now boosted.
Beats match, hearts both booming.
We are pull into each other.
Forming lasting bonds throu...
December 16, 2017
Last night I put the devil on a treadmill
Today I poured a bottle of D'usse down the toilet before me and my mans could absorb it
Saw his soul short circuit it must of hurt him/he asked me
"Why you just lush 250 down for no reason?"
Nigga, I said last night I put the devil on a treadmill
I started exercising my demons
It wasn't 'til then I realized that these men I spent most of my time with were blinding,
False prophets who lived off the promise of security through comfortability,
December 15, 2017
I was drop behind enemy lines
Now I'm Lt. Chris Burnett with less of a shine
trying to find my way outside these trenches
Odds stack against me because of the way my skin was painted
My mutation... is picture perfect ain't it?
Orlando Bowen, black in a snap they won't hesitate to frame it
What a shame now I'm shade shaking like I'm scared of the dark
As I open my heart to show you
I'm not who should scare you at night when you walk
But still I crawl
Hoodie on as I hide in the shadows
What We Have In Common
I Belong To The Ones Created For Battle