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Wednesday, January 19, 2005
As I fall I grab the fabrics of my life-line from New York to Honk Kong sippin rice wine. We can have a nice time with spice mine scents blowin’ in the wind connect ing pipelines that flow from outside to within. Catch vertigo from the tip of my toes to the locked extremities of comb defying afros down down down we go, peacefully like ubiquitous flakes of snow. All so similar but so different in the end all so silent drifting towards anonymous ends. This product is soul compliant surgeon general certified so buy it. No CODs, but a money back guarantee so try it. Fly me to the moon with a counter clockwise motion that dissipates the backstroke of black smoke that floats without commotion. 29.95 for this abstract precision proceeds support the war but Mephisto gets a small commission on his manifesto while we sit in Folsom prison. It all boils down to weightlessness, no matter how much weight I lift, persist to chase the myth of blissfull wastedness. Drank that shit until i lost my very anchorage then ate some shit that put me on a timeless, spaceless ship. The blinds hide the rush from the blindside touch of the mind’s eye. The tie-dye cluth of the mai-tai lunch turned out to be much too much for the venture capitalist on the hunt for the next gold rush. Tuesday, June 15, 2004
arc of the aimless preaching the nameless although the name is its impossible for the full range of phrase to make plain and explain it neither axiom nor the nonverbal language or the deeper silent statement beyond the plane beyond the anguish beyond the pain beyond the game be on your game eons outlain HU is the name Friday, October 03, 2003
egoless rap egoless rap the world is on track for this - egoless rap universe boombap to this - egoless rap solving problems intractable with egoless rap - yes. the elimination of the first person sets sounds discursive on beats immersive sound bound to words that crystalize them to verses novel forms are born when aligned unrehearsed, yeah glued to minds they bind to abstract semantics syntax interacts with synaptic advances impuleses informed, the neurons now conform to traceable pathways where meaning is born so this is the source of it - this notion of self and commotion is felt from every philosopher sincne they almost convice now with a nod and a wink that homo sapiens are the only creatures that think think again though before getting down with this got a whole line of brain structures analogous and before expounding on species-wide genius see that consciousness is a construct of convenience Wednesday, July 16, 2003
a quick blog quick lyrical flog think they musta forgot ...memory jog no time left the release of gog and magog tribal war un-fair clear the air...the smog clouds the head live asleep til your dead nod that head as if a brother peeped what i said well fed off the same line of bull no need to ingest observe fast as a rule Friday, April 25, 2003
they create alternate histories to fight cultural allergies like anti-histamines their words obscure harsh realities and with voices erased displaced and distanced in the face of the fist i can't see where my vote went their actions too potent like poison in my words these lines fall unheard the bits locked and lines blurred behind doors they lob slurs and concur that basic rights are the next thing interred Tuesday, February 11, 2003
JunglistRic: what thegoodtomchi: ? JunglistRic: musix is like photoz JunglistRic: filter the frequencies mang thegoodtomchi: are you derrick? JunglistRic: yeah yo thegoodtomchi: why are you calling me mang? JunglistRic: mang thegoodtomchi: hey i had some bad eggs with my toast and tea thegoodtomchi: now i'm mad ill JunglistRic: i stole rix IM JunglistRic: toast and teaz thegoodtomchi: check this rhyme: JunglistRic: don't tell rix thegoodtomchi: "i'm just a little bit smart like daedalus thegoodtomchi: i'm not a motherf*cker like oedipus JunglistRic: what deadaluses thegoodtomchi: and i know when i speak its unnerving thegoodtomchi: when i'm dropping more knowledge than minerva" JunglistRic: mythological rhymes JunglistRic: they don't exists JunglistRic: what JunglistRic: wanna battle thegoodtomchi: sure i guess JunglistRic: nah foo JunglistRic: i got you trixed JunglistRic: i'm not dj rixed thegoodtomchi: cause dj ric thegoodtomchi: is six thegoodtomchi: feet under thegoodtomchi: the sad result of a 6-shot murder thegoodtomchi: i'm the hype battler phrase reworder JunglistRic: what i step on your weak style like turd thegoodtomchi: dropping bombs on iraqis and starving the kurd ya JunglistRic: your words are like the droppings of a bird thegoodtomchi: yeah you who style step in a turd thegoodtomchi: cause it nasty like wet rocks over turned thegoodtomchi: maggot ridden it was writen thegoodtomchi: your flow is decomposed and lice-bitten thegoodtomchi: you should put one a pair of nice mittens thegoodtomchi: while i pull on my gloves JunglistRic: gloves? i don't got not loves for your style thegoodtomchi: i only need one punch, then the crowd is giviing me love thegoodtomchi: aint got no appeals for heaven above thegoodtomchi: only words to the undertaker and words for my thugs JunglistRic: my flow antiseptic and rub your dirty ish like dial thegoodtomchi: i twist the dial to 11 thegoodtomchi: branded you and and sent you on a highway to hell like michael landon thegoodtomchi: spit wicked ish that's constantly candid thegoodtomchi: when i appeared on the scene, all the cameras, they panned in JunglistRic: your flow plastic like michael jackson JunglistRic: your style so immature it only appeals to third graders thegoodtomchi: what? that don't rhyme thegoodtomchi: what you talking bout fool? JunglistRic: what man you wanna battle thegoodtomchi: if my style is plastic then yours is styrofoam drool thegoodtomchi: or maybe flimisier... like plastic wrap JunglistRic: WHAT!!?!? JunglistRic: bring the styrofoam foo!!!!! JunglistRic: blaow thegoodtomchi: once i speak you'll be the first to shut your trap thegoodtomchi: took you back JunglistRic: yo what!?!?!? thegoodtomchi: to a time before there was hiphop JunglistRic: bring it! JunglistRic: bring the styrofoams!!! thegoodtomchi: still when you tried to spit some dinos knocked you lyrically off the block thegoodtomchi: styrofoam? thegoodtomchi: i called your intellect and it wasn't home thegoodtomchi: heard some wack ish i can't condone thegoodtomchi: had your fans trying to give you some time alone thegoodtomchi: but now its time to move on thegoodtomchi: since you ain't battling thegoodtomchi: i got more beef than a f*cking cattle king thegoodtomchi: but it don't even matter when the competitions so weak JunglistRic: dude man don't get so personal it's just a battle thegoodtomchi: i could sleep for 5 days and defeat you with the first word that i speak JunglistRic: let's just squash the beef JunglistRic: :P thegoodtomchi: what did you do with derrick? JunglistRic: my weak rhymes put you to sleep for 5 days JunglistRic: MC nyquil puttin heads to bed JunglistRic: MC no-doz don't sleep JunglistRic: MC vivarin stay up JunglistRic: to all my ni**az incarcerated thegoodtomchi: vivarin? you gotta bring it back live again thegoodtomchi: who's the f*ck's side you on again? thegoodtomchi: you supposed to be dj ric, resident mixologist thegoodtomchi: but you spitting drugs like a psycho pharmacologist thegoodtomchi: you gots some lyrical disease better check a pathologist JunglistRic: Dr. Ric resident pharmacologist thegoodtomchi: they'll prolly lock in you a cell like a bamma cytologist JunglistRic: get the girlies i'm they gynecologist thegoodtomchi: damn i used cytologist in a rhyme. hella dope thegoodtomchi: ima post it JunglistRic: damn that site hasn't been updated in hella long thegoodtomchi: true JunglistRic: uhh i mean...yeah post it Thursday, November 14, 2002
sorenORA: wsut mr. music machine thegoodtomchi: i'm musical 0x00FFBC sorenORA: hehe thegoodtomchi: i got routines that you should go see sorenORA: 0xDEADBEEF thegoodtomchi: i compute, make it look easy sorenORA: heheh thegoodtomchi: transported from 3030 AD sorenORA: deltron 3030 thegoodtomchi: deltron? i smelt down sorenORA: as of yesterday the date is 23 AS (after soren) thegoodtomchi: any competitor to catch this dope sound thegoodtomchi: i draw ropes round thegoodtomchi: in photoshop and drop your head in front of a jpg of a glock sorenORA: word thegoodtomchi: i don't need to look at a clock, cause i got one internal sorenORA: CMOS stylz thegoodtomchi: i was instantiated in the valley and i got friends up in Bernal sorenORA: jeah thegoodtomchi: you tried to block me, but i'm all up in your kernel sorenORA: rootkit has been installed and shit thegoodtomchi: now you doing my routines regular on the diurnal sorenORA: tru thegoodtomchi: don't need a back door, i've been in here for years sorenORA: momma said clock you out thegoodtomchi: you tried to get the lockdown but i'm in your bits and your gears thegoodtomchi: so don't try to step lest i segfault you to tears thegoodtomchi: leave you out of a job, now you be serving me beers sorenORA: ahaha sorenORA: wordup thegoodtomchi: word. ima post it now sorenORA: coo Friday, November 08, 2002
syn: my man brian, is up all night like orion Brian: word syn: spending his time, writing and revisin Brian: that's cute. syn: got girlies in san antone dallas and beyond the horizon syn: and at work he's charming the customer to get buy in Brian: my man Tom, is rhyming and jivin kicking it back with his old pal Brian syn: i better keep my eye on syn: this world record rhymin syn: so i don't lose pace and hiccup syn: in my timing Brian: cause if you lose pace Brian: you'll be a disgrace Brian: kicked out of the town Brian: and land on your face syn: nah, i got it tight like a metronome syn: so dope you wrote a letter home syn: and when i start to flow syn: you know i'll be going on and on syn: callin on syn: all forces to full alert syn: i'll jump the 5-0 road blocks like q-bert Brian: :) syn: you tried to step, but i put you down with 2 words syn: you got logical but i blew you into absurd Brian: now you quit your disrespecting Brian: this man be representing Brian: a style and skill, Brian: whose grace from heaven, Brian: has charmed ladies of at least 7. syn: 7 is an understatement syn: i know you got a harem waiting in the basement syn: but you keep it low key like a secret asian syn: so you can get more ladies on the way man syn: now i'm kicking it secret like 007 Brian: good set. print it, and let's ship the shiznat. syn: ok. word Tuesday, October 22, 2002
when i sequence :: i make the scene flip drop verbal quips, table riffs, and sick synth blips got you reformatting hard drives since this sound spread uncontrolled like a virus nevertheless i continue tireless connecting ears like 802.11 wireless [1 second] built from nubile tones -- igneous beats and existential silence causing random outbursts of status quo defiance Wednesday, September 18, 2002
I bust a cap off the top of my drink 40oz helps me to think cold root beer got my mind on the brink so i pull out my 9 washed veggies from the sink packed a bowl full of rice but I'm unsatisfied so I jump in my car and do a drive-by of the local cafe what the f*uck can I say? I have a blunt conversation with that rude girl Pattie so I headed back home and I picked up a hoe got some gardening to do so I'll finish this flow -- relax with 10 lines of blow- fish sushi y'know? Tuesday, September 10, 2002
they say time is of the essence so my mind has been relentless in trying to find a way to have my rhymes represent this vision that i've held for too long to let go is it just me, or does time not move slow? flying at a breakneck speed since graduation spiritual meditation that lead me to contemplation this nation is not ready for what i have to give it see wutu's mad exquisite on a mic, ask the bitchez who steadily grab for dik when i'm done rockin a set my funds often prevent me from the fun i want to present to the rest of the world, but till we blow just know this alchemy's explosion will be here before you know it and you can quote it... Saturday, August 17, 2002
i'm addicted -- to hihat riffs lifted above worldly troubles and urges vindictive to musical murderous precedents i may be Benedict but I give benediction to opponents of violent fiction made silent those MCs of limited diction with infinite syllabic scissions of words causing friction rapidly heating verbs will result in nuclear fission melting down your mental before you can catch the derision Thursday, July 25, 2002
internet radio has been pushed to the brink despite what musicians and listeners think let's fight this oppressive corporate stink before congress closes us down with their ink :: Seriously, there is very little time left (2 weeks) before internet radio is taken off the air forever. This means thousands of talented non-mainstream artists will lose a powerful conduit for their music, and any remaining streaming broadcasts will be controlled by a very tiny number of powerful record companies (look at the great job they've done with regular radio ... :/ ). :: GOTO www.flaresound.com RIGHT NOW to help in the 1million faxes to congress campaign. It just takes a couple clicks to help out. While you're there you can listen to some of the dope music that will be gone if/when the ruling is finalized. Tuesday, July 23, 2002
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