I only post at 1 a.m.

When nothing's on my mind
Yo, that's the buddha nature
Instead of ennui
I'm closer to the creator
Player of the moment
I hold it; spin it 'round in my mouth
Until the spirtitualized funk spouts out
You'll be thanking me now
If you be digging the sound
But in reality I just woke up what sleeps deep down
I stand up tall
Scream to the corners of the globe
From the hot to this tundra cold
I'll slow your roll
While exhibiting this breath control
No doubt the white boy's got a funky soul
So close your eyes
Feel the energy rise to your thighs
Defy gravity and now it's in your mind
It's been dormant a long time
Maybe many lifetimes
It's like you woke up from being hypnotized
Refreshed, I hope
The sound is dope
I open my mouth, and it's all she wrote
Don't explain me or try to contain me
When you think you got an answer about me-
is when I'm changing.

(Beat: Cassidy Xclusive from Ain't Doin This Volume 2)

get a job

It all comes in phases
You turn the pages
Then realize one day it's
Time to change stages
Pay the rent. Get a job.
Don't know what you working for
Then the next minute heads bob
Sling the cosmic slop
This is how we rock
If you didn't know before you didn't miss the best part
I prom us
Cause I'm never going backwards
In the abstract even that shit is absurd
It's the true word spoken
Got you hoping
That the next the thought I drop is gonna leave you open
Never disappoint--that's just a policy
Never had complaints before, if you follow me ;-)
Not being deragotory
To beautiful females
But sometimes what you hear from them is fake like seashells

Thanks for the quote to the mighty mos

"I don't hate players.
I don't love the game.
I'm the shot clock, way above the game."
And it's simple really
In this life we we're living
Gotta play the cards that we've been given
I don't always play 'em right, I think
But how can I know?
Chaos compounds.
So I just go with the flow.
Give my man a pound
Turn my nose to a ho
Bob my head to the sound,
That's when I let it go.
I will always say HO
When the emcee
Says Hey
Nothing 'bout me
Says passenger seat
In fact, get outta the car
Get into the air
Pop's wisdom was life ain't always fair
It's rare to find someone who bares it all
Cover it up it gangsta like Biggie Smalls
It's not a knock
It just the way it goes
But I'm closest to truth when I drop these flows

From the soul

In this hiphop nation
I'm a citizen
Frustration, love, music and the shit I'm in
Writing rhymes
Writing 'em on the back of stop signs
Writing 'em in my mind's eye
Writing 'em til I die
Way I live? Head-bobbing
Had problems.
Solved 'em.
Best times is walking through the streets of Gothem
Never chart topping
Since the days of bebopping
But the only kind of music I can put my heart in
Comes from the soul....
Now you know
If you didn't care before
Then move right on
Cause I'm talking to real heads
Heads that feel it
Heads that need their music, even got to steal it