Ok, check one two been gnawing off the edges of the fu man chu bad nerves brewing got me off my blue man groove plus a slew of nicotte to make an MC stew Don't puke, deep breath now, man you got this god it's hot, whole room is toxic aushwitz cigarette stink obnoxious and this flegm up in the tip of my throat, i might choke but ah mic checkachecka, split the fader aviator shades looking AC slater hide a nervous narrator late doors all ages but i'm waiting on the crowd, checkin texts, calling favors dialing up the old neighbours, facebook show creators 98 attending but only eight waiting they're all flaking man i'm shaking, can't take another venue looking vacent from the stage, floors naked (mic check) cover all bases Eyes on faces, not the shoelaces Hydrate, stand straight, voice can't waver so we Soundcheck now or we sound wrecked later ok, the mic is hot, ready or not, i'm penciled in the opening slot, i got a merch box stickers, CDs going to rot in the car, keys locked in, spare forgotten blame it on old murph, ancient prophet, when things go sour patch inside the cockpit Backlit stage, wet pits, mop the turban cause the Sweat drip glaze till they drop the curtain shits not working, ipod got nicked cool j faux pas with the white speed stick and i'm in the mirror freaking like that glee chick Double checking set times every three to five ticks How's the mix, need more? Need a puh need a roar? God, I'm geeking, it's a weekend, and it's seconds to doors And only ten on the floor, close my eyes, it's a stadium Jam packed, cue track, see em, now you play to em (mic check) cover all bases Eyes on faces, not the shoelaces Hydrate, stand straight, voice can't waver so we Soundcheck now or we sound wrecked later

it's been a long time...and I should not have left you there's been some downtime i can hear em saying oh how he's comatose Overdosed, on Craig's List stalking a vocal coach None of those. back again and unopposed, navi Self crowned homebrew coppertone swami the laughing buddah break beats on computer formula one producer plus stone rap medusa, why wait? Act now and you can grab it sooner Brand new tunes from the brown baraccuda man, who woulda thunk that the local brown recluse he could be pumpin out funk some tracks give flashback to old school addicts, got them dustin afros out the trunk in the attic I flipped the handle, hope ya'll forgive me Tall talking rappers only translating pygmy King me, I'm in the sky tripping off the litmus Passed out dry heaving at a local business Easy money scheme piling high, no piss test Snakeskin scheming with razorback fishnets, Beat a beat senseless from DC to Memphis Word bank, endless, retoric, effortless I burn wax like a candlestick, lighting up a limerick more complex than sex to oedipus Oh my word, spits so absurd Flametongue hit attacks the nerve centers, it's Lock, load blast first ask at the funeral Daydream life like it's Nuke 'Em high musical grayscale detailed in superfly packages A grab bag guarenteed to stupify amatuers Fragfests go ahead and blast to this Tiedye hippies smoke grass to this DJs scratch to this If you're in a cubicle, fuck it, fax to this I'm not a pacifist, I got active spits that drop daily on the reg like a laxative, I got nouns adverbs and adjectives, you could say I fucking mastered this craft I spit

i spent the last night in the lab in my boxers stacking up boxes, scrubbing cloroxes before I packed up the doctor, pulled up one last canvas, my ink and some toxins I got brushes with delicate touches Thick hair for bass, kick, snares so luscious Dutches on the table, cables bunches on the easel Fabers in the mason, tips chopped down to needles Start it with a quick sketch, turn it to a drumset Shade a bit of texture but it doesn't quite bump yet I don't fret, I got a pallette like a salad And I mix color with sound like a tropical parrot with quick flicks inherit of a rennaisance visionary, behold baroque bass line funk theory smearing all the paint and the ink build substance etching out rhythm from the chaos and the nonsense and all of a sudden there's a blackout moment the ghosts and the elements controlling my movements i lose it and pass out lucid wake up somehow i've fleshed out this music and even on the day I die, I'll remember that I sat and watched the paint dry on that last line and on the day I die, I'll remember that that moment transcended hobbies or pasttimes into meditation music this is medication music this is meditation music

I can just rap head tight flow straight from the turban this strain of hip hop it kills off the vermin gettin rich biting off of cold cutting sermons see the flametongue just burning burnin so keep a safe distance, my fists go dhalsim and saltine rappers get fried like jimmy dean it's the high speed hot pursuit zooming at the scene of the rhyme, machine man model cyberdyne, thanks for trying, here's the consolation prize spiting solar flare writtens, listen, shield your eyes or go blind, you can't match me, kid, you're lying i got kerosene duraflame strike anytime, online virtually glowing, i shine, i hope you know whose paper thin paitence you're trying, navi sim salabim more than hadji and beatslice into deli-style wine salami check the vocal EQ, dr BQ, We need to reboot rap from blue screens of doom Radio spinnin off spewing the seethrough Preheated pea soup and all you need is me to rap head tight flow straight from the turban this strain of hip hop it kills off the vermin gettin rich biting off of cold cutting sermons see the flametongue just burning burnin I'm at the gas station, location dante's inferno Keep a ashtray close , I sautee my words slow but when i go popping it's suddenly hot like sun spots and you get to watch the flies drop like you're in the urinal spillin it all on your high tops My god, i'm sick of these icons Top forty pop recording shit without the lights on And signing these vitamin deficient type anakins Shenanigans forced on track like the chinamen I'm biting off match heads and chasing em with heinekin Breathin in my bowl hits, I'll never need a light again, Igniting on short fuse titans, thats my specialty I make em pop, eyeballs drop like tex avery rap head tight flow straight from the turban this strain of hip hop it kills off the vermin gettin rich biting off of cold cutting sermons see the flametongue just burning burnin

doc disease phd peruse a people magazine, he'll be seeing you in three between you and me, it's gonna be a long stay so i'll take that copay, sign here, ok? do you agree to x-rays with minor microwaves? designer dose candy coats to lessen all the pain? just saying sometimes, he can get a little loopy with procedure, cleavers and twelve inch needles needless to say, kid, it's perfectly safe, now strip down, put this gown on and lie on this draped sheet of newspaper, i'll get the tape, oh the tight grippin limb strap buckle? thats for your sake, don't shake, doc'll wanna keep you awake, he takes pride in demonstrating live amputation you're doing fine, stop crying a lake can't move? that's immobilon mixed down with ace injected in that iv saline base, you'll lose muscle control of hands knees and face in a second, whoops, there it goes, a quick pinch of ketamine tickling your toes, i suppose i should go incinerate your clothes, first lemme swab blood trickle bursting out your nose, doc, he's all yours, prepped up and hopped up, this time please leave less of a mess for me to mop up so long and veidersen, it's lights out can't have you screaming out loud now so bite down, i'd be lying if I said this won't hurt much doc disease likes to see em squirming when he chop chop

Don't try to call me, don't leave a message It's three in the morning and you're drunk dialing questions Banging on the ear drums, guess whos listenin to you get through another jabber jaw session I hit the pillow kinda high feeling mellow Worked all day body obviously jello, but Hello, can't even roll into the REM state Cell phone resonate, you need a friend to ventilate Fuck, can't it wait? I just got comfortable Just got the pillows how I like it and it's wonderful I lied, there's only one obstacle, to make it all Justified in my eyes accountable, so... You call me in the daytime I'll laugh and nod and smile and shake my head But don't call me at three in the morning Unless you're dealin with the living dead, I said Don't call unless it's zombies Don't wake me up unless it's finally true You wanna talk about your boyfriend and his friends, that's cool If they're not scratching at your door, then save it for the afternoon I wanna hear you say you need me around I wanna hear the chainsaws in the background I wanna hear you saying that the dead are alive, You need me to survive, I'll come along for the ride Really, it better be a full on invasion, damn cutes not a valid open invitation to anytime minutes to moan, bitch, and cuss I need dead tissue and guts, infected cuts It's not much, but I do have my reasons Been pretty damn busy all evening I'm not talking feelings, I'm gonna lay low unless skin's peeling off like it's play doh... You call me in the daytime I'll laugh and nod and smile and shake my head But don't call me at three in the morning Unless you're dealin with the living dead, I said Don't call unless it's zombies Don't wake me up unless it's finally true You wanna talk about your girlfriend and her friends, that's cool If they're not scratching at your door, then save it for the afternoon Don't call late unless a blatent case of brain rot Makes your dad grab your mom and bite until her veins pop And don't call at a quarter to four unless Tie die gore stains are dripping down your tanktop Over lunch, we can talk about the issues, Who you hate dating, table waiting in your new shoes Rent due, plus science and the news, no Voodoo, swine flu, radiated toxic goop, Instead I'm up and it's the same old nonsense Same old content, same old problems Think twice if you're dialing my phone If you can't see a zombie, then leave me the fuck alone You call me in the daytime I'll laugh and nod and smile and shake my head But don't call me at three in the morning Unless you're dealin with the living dead, I said Don't call unless it's zombies Don't wake me up unless it's finally true You wanna talk about your boyfriend and girlfriends, that's cool If they're not scratching at your door, then save it for the afternoon

dreams get crushed like trash compactors then it's back to paying taxes from the same mattress, same address all year round same point on the atlas i keep drawing on a black hole canvas color squeezed out, back down to kansas it's not quite home, but all roads have to lead to somewhere, right? just not tonight god this room reeks of gitmo bread and cheddar poems hint at stockholm syndrome scrawled sheets hammered out like ball peens turn to piling trash heaps filed away by alcoholic interns wrote my story at the box office window scratched so much, i scabbed up the skin tone shades of pinto, blacklight, day glow I'm bent out and snapped, spine cracked like a wishbone and god i think i'm lost, this bed is too soft these drugs don't make me cough, i used to write em off now i just lie and talk, listen to others rock microphones and dream about chipping off this writers block i could just write a blog, i got this captains log that i've been keeping trapped tight up in the mental fog i feel so analog, watching the state of progress while i'm still fucked up and half dressed language, it's all i got left next to music and i love em both, god I wish i wasn't so abusive man this room reeks of alcatraz staring down a shot glass, ricocheting through the past I'm only sixteen, writing that first sixteen verse astroturf green amatuer then I'm twenty one, i got so many songs done in a catalog i'm hiding from an editor but now I'm twenty three, sometimes I look at me and see a shadow of the atom that I used to be see how it gets to me? see why I tend to see life in jade shades and simulated extacy thats all a part of me, you gotta pardon me I wake up half vacent bathed in insanity goddamn, that's unattractive, i feel like a fraction of a man but that's subjective same shit different day, i'm so unconnected work so much just to keep my mind distracted one more song to throw away into the twilight zone highlights of a wasteland clone, erased out from the formula of breeders and believers, celebrities embedded with the pedigree of jesus and so this room reeks of neither but trust me, i'm not the keynote teacher incense, soda cans, booze, smell is intense dirty socks, smoke boxes, zip locks on speakers, if this is detox beat box i'm leaving I've danced with my demons and i'm still here breathing staring at the ceiling, week after week after week fuck this, i'm going back to sleep...

Dear Sami, I'm workin on an album that's beyond me Picking through my dirty laundry looking for some honesty So here it is, sorry that I waited all these years To come kinda face to face to tell you something serious I'm no good at big brotherhood apparently Back when we were kids I was dumb prone to tyranny you look up to me, but I just saw a parody Hated when you copied me, sincere in all your flattery It had to be that I just couldn't stand to see the sight of me reflected in your eyes idolizing me it frightened me Ice cold to family, I saw you as an enemy, certain situations I'd pretend to be friendly but I might as well have been deceased or overseas, saw you on occasion growing up, working busy bee The deep rooted misery of people simultaneously in between cultures, we end up being vultures It's hopeless, that's why I wrote this always be the oldest, Funny how things come to focus Not making motions, I'm just trying to let you know, I didn't mean to leave you out freezing in the snow I've been through the same icy rain, you're not alone But I closed the door and didn't even try to walk you home -From the bus stop outside the pool where we Used to laugh, cannonball splash just to stay cool And always in and out of schools, you slaving making straight a's and I'm just playing the fool Even on birthdays, I was like a ghoul fading out before you cut the cake, just a vacent stool few things that I've regretted since it's looking like you're doin fine without my influence, I'm full of bullshit, spit and sin while you played to win I just stole smokes in the audiorium gym There's so much of me I want to try and tell you but I can't not used to speaking truth, I just bury it in sand Move somewhere else in Maryland to try and to be a man End up living sloppy, while you formulate a plan Graduating top class, building up defenses If you find god and it appeals to your senses I hope you get the answers, I bypassed the fenced path Calculating mine when I'm useless at math It happens that I'm at this point I have to learn to rap About the lifestyle I've been leading not some agi-trash With that in mind I'm hoping every line will slide tensions Utilize the pen to try and mend digressions And if I've never mentioned this to you remember I'll always be there if you ever need a mentor, A place to lay your head down when it downpours if I have a front door and roof it's all yours PS: the stress of the real world's a drag I'm thinking on the old, freeze tag and goodie bags reeses, kit kats you'd grab the sticker pad I'd take the candy corn, split the twix in half Now it's all tax and gas prices, time flies fast and I'm growing up and hating how my life was Wishin I'd been nicer, given out advice for all the things that made you cry instead of trying to fight you So that's why I write you a song and not an email phone call, text messaging just lacks the details I need to justify the reason why you need to know I didn't mean to leave you out freezing in the snow

Pulse stopping, jaw dropping, it's that Amity freak That drafts more hot prose than your fantasy league Its case closed, face it, flametongue? out of your reach Like you trying out your mack game down at the beach Homebrew round two, audio feast and Who am I? The beast of metakrew unleashed The beat splitter, pick of the litter, the home run hitter right to Snyder in the nose bleed seats, it'sa Flametongue the chain gun, mad labratory tech jabber wiz rapping sensation, and you still Will not win, what I write is like Dynamite, gremlin eating mics after midnight more than meets the eye, transform from an ordinary brown guy into a scary round size, make the beat capsize and flood it with my rap lines, flow homebrew deux write click and maximize Cause you know I'm on the next thing, blowing brand name stars out the sky like an x-wing testing, little league hot shots get your best swing, Homebreu two no FX blue screen for the king kong, bring on the digital hip hop One shot'll put a patch of hair on your backdrop Watch, I ping pong delay down your hallway knock the yingling beer bong off your flat top The homebrewmeister, cooking up a new type of rhyme writer, crime fighter salting all these limelighters wav files in glass vials on the bunsen x file style shit cooking in the dungeon Homebrew got you glued to your bluetooth headset deadset on rocking in your new shoes, I got good news, fresh batch brewing in the box in the lab just for you Mr Sky High, Mr. D I Y N A V i drop fresh to clear eyes here lies Mr. huh Why Buy It Deep C drive em like a Somali pirate check the slap chop twisted bottle cap pop Sleeper cell brown ops grip you like a headlock Cook in fine glassware from the headshop lab rocking Science fair stuffers at your inbox Deep peat moss, rocking like see saws, beat chop thick enough for A1 meat sauce, tracks coughing smoke fumes in exhaust in rickshaws I'm violating 3 kinds of traffic laws added gauze to the swami just because, bachelors in scientific written over fuzz, homebrew is love making music but not smooth jazz, just bomb beats and bad ass flow

and she dreams of being more foot out the door with a deadset jaw and we all got flaws, all want more and he dreams of being more foot out the door with a deadset jaw cause we all got flaws, all want more alright she bought two tickets but her boy's been wicked, hitting bigger, drinking quicker, now he's dropping out the picture so she slips the backstage threads on, tube top, red thong, lip balm with glitter hair colored like an out of whack tv retuning channels every weekend repeatedly for now she's all matching fashion model seemingly battle dad heatedly lock horns repeatedly cause he's a grown stoner, mom's the homeowner thats never round to argue bout the clap or pneumonia in the pontiac out the drive like a bullet with the thirty some dollars that she snuck from out his wallet on route, shooting up the stash of jack d even though the fake IDs like a guarantee when you're seventeen with the body of an amazon booty getting more cat calls than an intercom meanwhile he woke up, everyone was missing toked up on the bus to clear the double vision grabbed the backpack permanent pen stack, notebooks old poems waiting for revision dazed and confused on stage this conditioning of no sleep all week, been a bad decision plus he's always mauled by the haggling calls of his long range long term tracking the position still touring with the same old rap team every year same dive scene, frat teens old school pot fiends, hip hop nerdzines ivy league rastas outliving the dream and he wants more, sick of being the nice guy on the road single always jacking to wifi half the crew got pink eye but still stuffing chickens like pot pies at popeyes Hold up, this line stretches for ages across the porcelain chopped up with patience bathroom stall locked up, someone's crying in the next one coughing up vomit and dying four shots at the bar, all these people getting claustrophobia threading the needle quarter past doors, already unsteady, but some bumps in the night and she's ready to mingle backstage, inbetween the roar of the crowd he's hearing that he's now a daddy, wow and isn't he proud it gets way too loud, gut roll, hit the trash can reroll the marboro, refill the flask again all these revelations racing in his mind raising aviation questions, how he's thinking of flying how he settles for lying, tells her everythings fine end call, pitfall, showtime there she is, front row, standing on her tiptoes mid-pose, mouthing all the lyrics from the get go even with his eyes closed, he could still see her rack bounce slow every time he spit his coke rap flow so he switched up the setlist did the club banger just to watch the way her breasts dip they locked eyes, perfection connected, he pulled her on stage, now she's stripping by the drum kit cause he was drunk and on some dumb shit, tripping over cables, sipping soda mixed in rum drink and she was wild and uninhibited, ridiculous how tight her figure was, he knew this chick she wanted something so last song then it's on to the aftershow party like a rock star, bake like a casserole one more shot, last words, it's my birthday then she blacks out starts gagging in the worst way let's be honest, coulda been a mess cause young groupie girls get raped for less Left in the ER on drip like a faucet or found the next day in the utility closet He coulda been phil spector or gary glitter Or any musician putting the G back in sinner coulda gotten up in her, signed his name on her guts and been gone the next morning laughing on the tour bus coulda been worse but that nice guy curse slapped his ass back to sober so he checked her purse found the address, licence, fake saw the legal birthdate and then he did a double take Hour later and she finally talks, apologizes in bulk He says it wasn't her fault, he called a cab, got her clothes back brought her some water Said, life's changed now I gotta go and be a father

let's deconstruct beyond line graphs and pie charts get the last word in to eulogize this dying art we can ride this roller coaster mine cart bumping to the tell tale rhythym of a lying heart so where's the lying start what's to gain? readjust the mask so much, bruce wayne seems sane the day's parade on to the next charade another grade a bastard weaving the lanes through the wasteland, lone wolf searching for the oracle space man is amongst you, martian chronicle with third eye monacle draped like a hindu aside from these costumes not much i cling to twenty three years still feigning through faces fanned out like ravana in a ramayana painting manyana i'll be changing, but for now i'll do the same thing and flip my face cards just to deal with what today brings never black or white, always modify the characters one face for old friends, one face for managers one face fitted for the asian family that would never understand why i behave this badly and sadly, it scares me to try and unpeel em revealin nothing beneath em except the husk of a feeling a fucking figment of breathing, somebody go grab sigmund, i'm stuck on this couch with a shrink as my wingman dad used to whip me and beat me to teach me it only made the path i was on more seemly no hard feelings, i smile when he greets me and maybe one day, he will listen to my CD and see me better than the faces i'm projecting grab your gloves, dig deep, let's take em dissecting deep in the bowels where the hydras waiting hibernating in the soul of my fabrication let's deconstruct beyond rough drafts and rewrites and all this insight that i attribute to my windpipes i'm getting so skintight, my skin might explode from the overload of living in the shadows and the dim light so i write poems just to understand my limits and leave my own worst critic pale and livid calling me a gimmick pushing me to stay aimless, this wasteland is littered with the almost famous i wanna find a safe place, start defacing keep em all shelved in commemorative casing i wanna stop pacing this ditch in the basement erase off my debt, clean slate, new arrangement cause most days i'd rather down brews than chase tail playing all these roles got me biting off my fingernails alone in my room's where these masks won't fail i'll be checking hatemail from the castle of grayscale