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

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

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)

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