Funkdafied musings of a lostman

Basically a place for me to collect my rhymes in one place. I need to get some material for a project that's waiting for me back in DC. www.lostmanrecords.com Also, for audio files of me doing my thing, check me out here. For a beat to listen to while you read, click here

Monday, March 21, 2005

manifest sunshine

My third eye extends

Makes sound waves bend

You can't stop it

Got karmic profit to spend

Distended bellies out of sight, out of mind

Not mine

I'll never quit

Straight thru that stop sign

It’s clear to me that these are dark, dark times

Shadow said it right

We are now approaching midnight

Try to just manifest sunshine

In the daytime’s where I handle mine

Catch a tan off the beauty on the planet

So much love that I can hardly understand it

I hope solution is reducing to aquarius

Leaving it to politicians is scariest

It’s true, sad

How about that?

Fallen fathers, dollars and hardly a true man

So take a stand

Or just take yourself back

Monday, March 07, 2005

personified

Got a direct connect

From my brain to my lips

I get ‘nuff respect

Manifest and rip

Try to keep my head up

Like Pac said, but getting fed up

Life and times

Deluded minds

But still I’ll never let up

I’ve been so-so deaf

Since the first breath

Never infant worthless

Cause this rhythm that I got ain’t on purpose

I just use it

Use my life and mind to infuse it

In these fucked up times

The funk personified’s arrived

No lie

Never goin’ to slide

Just build and build on ‘til the day that I die

small time crooks

As the world gets colder, my mind’s facetious

All the silly shit around me has helped me see this

I can speak this

But never can I treat this

Like it was really real

East and Westside wise men teach this

All these small time crooks around me confound me

Don’t deserve a second look

In my lifetime

Cause before I die’s a finite time

Gotta live it the right way…capture mine

Call’s are for free after nine

I can’t don’t try; I have to shine

And when I master mine

No coach

First-class tickets to a life that’s no joke

It’s all wrote

Like a once-upon-a-time Nas

Dropping light of the fathers

Usually from when it’s setting until the sunrise

Except I’m going nowhere, no comprise

I serve truth—coming up super-sized