Songs from the Left-Brained

Black Shiny Suit Theory

2010-11-21T01:19:00.000-08:00

It's kinda funny to me, because my dudes know that I write for me and that almost every line is a metaphor of some kind. But I think that a lot of things I put down goes over peoples head. I actually wrote this song with one or two metaphors with every bar(intentionally). So if you read this and you don't get a metaphor with every other line, you read it wrong haha. Good luck.

written to "Shiny Suit Theory" by Jay Electronica

while they were out partying, the killers were up at work/

And if we take it over remember we tried to warn you first.

Matter of fact mark the date when work becomes heaven and school becomes the devil/

so you can see why I hate one and try to ascend to the highest level.\

I bet you wondering where my shiny suit is/

this web 2.0 atmosphere has me wearing new digs.

So this is my new school shiny suit, comprised of t-shirt and jeans/

the old school story of a kid from little means.

Drive like a ferrari on the road to success/

Thinking liking a rapper with something to get off his chest.

But he went a different a route and started a few businesses, no problem/

if there was one they come to him and pay him to solve them.

It's been a long journey and this baggage making me feel like the Pilgrim/

but this process has progressed me from the bridge into the building.

While I meet with congressmen affliates and multi-million dollar preneurs/

I think when I go home it's right back to the sewer.

They never knew it...

And they never will...it's only an obstacle of the present/

I think i'm blowing through it channeling the pigs essence.

Not the ones in blue but the ones where the wolf blew....

A problem? I think not/

Maybe for you that just watch...

A tv show but never read non-fiction/

or something without fantastical diction.

And sense time is money, why spend it making someone else rich/

I'd rather read something thought provoking that'll have me scratching like my skull itch.

Get it? good, I'm tired of spelling out lyrics/

dumbing it down for the public so that they can enjoy the physics...

Of how i piece it all together more complex than string theory/

even dudes I know well try to listen but they don't hear me.

Yet they still try/

honestly the i can see I lost when I look into their eyes.

But it's fun to watch them try to visualize how I see...the way I see.../

It's like trying to watch scientists figure out why aliens don't bleed the way they bleed.

They bleed blue until hits oxygen after which it turns red/

I think and bleed in dollar signs, I wish you could peer inside my head.

All you would see is a printing press, a couple of world markets/

Currency exchanges, and some hustlers selling carpets.

The N.Y.S.E and commodities all around it/

we still talking about my brain right, the metaphor's astounding.

Now you know what goes on in my head, partially why I avoid going to bed/

There's an entire economy up there, and I'm guessing I'm the fed.

The only difference is that GM's dead, capitalism killed it/

And it's a dictatorship, democracy's to inefficient.

Take it for the team

2010-11-18T22:57:00.000-08:00

Written to "Take one for the team" by Kanye West

I'm gonna take the steps to beef these bars up/
Like steel, steroids toughen my shit up
You like damn that, I heard it shrinks your ball sack/
But I think we good I swing wood like a bat
Boy, give me something to destroy/
Armageddon, I'm out of this world, the asteroid
That's threatening the humanoids existence/
They can't stop me, and died hard like Willis
I hope you got it. See that there was a metaphor/
It started with the third bar and ended with the fourth
I don't know if I made it clear, like defrosting your windshield/
I've been writing cold shit, which when included with when chill
Makes the Pluto seem so inhabitable with life/
I'm not that far gone, just out your sight
But still in the limelight, only at night/
And niggas still can't see me? Ever heard of German spotlight?
Electric currently with currency can get you shocked twice/
Just like jumping for the ball can get you rocked twice
Looking weird at my gear, like at what price/
just covered my body, no need to cop nice
I swear imma be in it to the end, like this booth/
Which I think I just defaced with my pen, is this true
Don't snitch, you can tell the truth without the culprit/
I feel like the world is my playground, Macaulay Culkin
I feel at home when I'm home alone/
I feel I'm on a throne when I get in the zone
Extraterrestrial, nigga answer your phone/
And tell your girl friend that you heard this song
Where this stupid fool lost his mind and couldn't find it/
And it took you hours to get through, you kept rewinding
Look at they swag, on loan and borrowed/
Headless horsemen from sleepy hollow.
I get head....like skulls on pikes/
In ancient Rome, I know it's wrong, but I'm right.
You hear dat, I'm hearing pens drop left to right/
And I aint seen no one in sight
I think I'm finally catching up to the pack, I started late/
And yes this could be seen as the gauntlet to those in first place
Half the shit I freestyle is borderline random/
I think if you give me bit I'll stop famine
In Africa, talledegga, rick bobby/
And unlike drake I like pussy, so I'll see you in the lobby
This a hobby, but I'm better than the half wits/
You have trouble writing lines, I'm playing this is text twist
Most mad cause I spit a little basic/
I guess I didn't want to go underground because of the moldy basement
These niggas so green with envy, you get it/
They think I'm horrible, but I'm afraid my rhymes they don't get it
It goes over their head like an errant pass/
And the dudes holding the line failed, I'm eating grass
QB nigga...el capitan/
They on me like they rubbing a crystal ball again
Get off my nuts sluts/
Or I'm going to conveniently forget to warn you when I bust
I mean blow up, it's inevitable all I have to do is show up/
Wait a couple years now see the wheels of my chauffeur, yes sir.
No sir, just ask what I grind like/
Loyalty...Fuck it, I'm getting signed twice
I'm gone man...it's time to set sail/
And I shake my head when they say sex sells
Cuz now I'm sailing in the water from your girl getting wet/
And she call me I aint the father
But if I was, that's a lucky bastard/
I'd say I'm of troy, but not the pastor
Okay I served that up for you on a silver plate/
For goodness sakes, I guess I gotta wait
patience aint a virtue of mine, imma delegate/
The responsibility to another slave
I'm a workaholic....always working/
Catch me on the strip tonight, just swerving
And back to your old lady, now I'm surfing/
She a freak, are you sure she was really a virgin
Cuz I swear I had her hurting...when it was time to wrap up, she put her hair in a turban.

No Surrender

2010-11-14T20:55:00.000-08:00

Written to "Surrender" By Zone Beats

The worst advice I've ever received was to put my life on sleeve/
Err my heart...but spilling it out may make your brain freeze

It's cold to the touch, don't let it catch your teeth/
And if it does, call the dentist the contents are pretty sweet

Somebody tell me what's with the feelings in this filling/
And why these hidden broads are all of a sudden revealing

Themselves, I think I'm the dumb blond here/
If you are a blond, I would apologize if I cared

This is my attitude, until I can change my latitude whenever I want to/
It's an aspiration from which I draw my inspiration

I've think I've had it with these mad hatters/
I say I'm getting, they saying I doubt it

At this point I don't know who turn to/
Girl said turn to me, but honestly I don't trust you

Niggas said you got us, but now I'm starting to burn through

Their entire ranks, even killed the flanks/
So now I'm stuck wishing I had someone to blame

But whatever, fuck it, I'm going to drown it all in a bucket/
Find a broad who wants to suck me, let her swallow and think I'm lucky

I'm on an mission impossible/
Looking for a green little person, hiding my pot of gold,

And I think they starting to learn I'll do anything to pave my road to success with yellow bricks/
It don't matter what I'm fighting with, whether my mind or my fists

I'm leaving it all, and coming back to you/
Pride won't let me apologize from when I turned my back to you

I've got nothing left, look at my bank accounts/
I don't have a car, not even a fucking house

To lay my head at/
I cleaned my plate, can you tell me where the bread at

Or the cake, or the dead pres, or the spinach/
Maybe if I find my violet, I'll be a winner

But I doubt it, at the same time emotions sprouted/
I miss my new girl whenever we apart lets not talk about it

Stream of conscience, honesty/
Honestly I would never write if it never happened to me

So all these bitches that sing about heart and have never felt/
Or all these fake thugs claiming dimes but never dealt it

I'm go ahead and be a brave-heart or some kind of Celtic/
William Wallace shit I know death but I've never felt it.

Until the moment when a casket with my on it/
Is being paid for, in that moment I own it

Now I'm isolated, slaving traded/
Telling freedom I've almost made it

Heart beating out of cadence

Don't Look Down

2010-11-12T11:54:00.000-08:00

Written to "Don't look down" by Kanye west

I could touch a star, that's how high I feel/
I'm enough to say screw luck as I reinvent the wheel

I guess I'm Will personified...and she's my Jada/
I promise on this grinding shit, I'll out slave you

Becuz this work is my life nigga you don't know that by now/
I'm always thinking about how to set my kids up for life like it's my final hour

Faces looking sour, niggas faces scrunched up/
They tried to steal my essence by forgot to tag up

It wasn't enough, to fein it/
You have to feign it

You have to imagine those bright ligths and you becoming famous

Life's a bitch aint it? Ha...you seem to be right/
And I'm left, because these girls appear not to see right

so in the moonlight, I moonlight as pimp/
40 on my hip, supersonic shawn kemp

Bring me back to reality I'm lost in my fantasy/
And these girls sure enough aint helping.
Yup, and everyone treats me like alien, except in my face then they try to say I'm more like elvin.

I guess that makes me immortal, I guess I should inherit the earth/
But that aint the case, as I fail to asses my net worth

Which remains in the negatives, never above zero/
Unlike my temperature burning people alive...Nero.

Still Shootin'

2010-11-06T08:50:00.000-07:00

Man what? My life is like a swan dive into a swimming pool. It's kinda like a movie but you couldn't see me, even in film school.

Have an issue with me, what you gonna do/
No matter..imma play it cool

First you see me now you can't locate/
I'm standing on the highest point in first place

While roses are being thrown at my feet/
Look at me, spitting as if heaven gently weeps with me

Waterworks just going berserk/
Trying my best to pick myself up, they know I'm hurt

Yet they try to exploit me/
Unbreakable but they try to destroy me

Good luck young bucks/
Crossed my unit, I guess you just fucked

Wise up, there's no competition in this race for fame/
Cuz I treat like I'm obama and I'm running for change

I'm off the chain like I just let my flow off the chains/
I represent nothing, an amalgamation of different things

Don't worry about where I got from, fret where imma take it

And by the time I get to throne, I'm hoping that it's vacant/
If not imma take it

Game of death, aint no fakin/
Floors of enemies different type of hating

I'm at the top looking down and still ascending/
Getting better day by day, with every line that's writing

Soon people will say oh boy, is he nasty of course/
Did you not hear the shit, he treated the beat like meat of his main course

Original...turn-tabling late I'm a night owl/
My shot wet, and there's the foul

Easy as taking a free throw, there's no denial

My style...is leaning on the side of a melting pot of others/
New kind of fly, this one comes without feathers

It's more like an aero, gulf stream, G6 if your nasty rich...

I like being a mile high, so does your nasty bitch

Just ask me what I'm talking bout/
I'll show you a diagram of how wide she can open her mouth

Damn son, stronger than Samson/
Handcuffed her looking for the ransom, then some

Government still shooting/ oil companies still polluting

And aint nobody asking what they doing?

It's ashamed how the blame game, only has that name and no other consequence

Blond girls aren't the only one oblivious to the obviousness

Open your eyes, girls open your mouth wide/
And watch as I turn your tongue into a slip n side

Consciously I'll admit I'm a jerk/
But when I drift to sleep my subconscious is even worse.

Sunday mornings

2010-11-04T14:05:00.000-07:00

Man...what? It's Sunday/
and it's really hot but I'm shining like some sun rays

And I'm cold hearted, but who didn't know that/
Let me give you a history lesson, something like a throw back

Show patience, keep waiting, it's right down the line/
I got caught up in some stuff, that when combined with unattractive females all on me...makes me in a bind

Oh yeah I'm going to hell for that but fortunately it's Sunday/
Hopefully that didn't slip your mind.

If it did put me on repeat, and I'll remind you/
That any curse words on a verse might slight you

So imma keep clean, and still keep it mean/
Eyes glazed with the hot sign on..haha...im krispy kreme

Who didn't see that coming? Raise your hands/
Now keep em raised so I can tell you to do the noodle dance

Obviously I'm obnoxiously being a nice guy by sharing this knowledge B/
Professors hate me cause i ll correct em when they haughtily, proclaim I'm the student and I should shut up and take me seat

But I didn't, I'll let the inheritance of the world go too the meek/
Life's a woman...that's just figuratively

It's ok I'll just persuade her to allow me to succeed/
And she will swallow my love, kinda like this beat

Whoever said life was a bitch, Never sexed one/
and whoever said there are no angels,hasn't met one.

I've met two/
One fell, and one flew.

One healed my wounds, one gave me the flu/
You can guess why heaven wasn't difficult to choose.

A real catch .22/
It depends on who you speak to, whether or not you'll get the truth

Man I'll tell you no lies, remember that/
And when you see a forest fire, just ask where the embers at

Tetris

2010-10-31T09:18:00.000-07:00

Written to Chase N. Kashe "Tetris"

Oh you smell that, it's new money/
Who the fuck said it don't grow trees?

Lazy niggas they forgot to water and weed/
And then plant the seed. You best believe

I want it all, like I just escaped the bonus round/
Or better yet, like I got the triple crown...

In hand, then I poke fun at you and your man/
Bet you regret breaking ur best friends...

heart, OK I won't start/
Thought I couldn't find another like you? This is Noah's ark

Honey, stop whining ur nose looks runny/

Kinda like the track, from my victory lap.

Around the circle/
I'm suspending your asses the new urckle

Niggas calm down, the man is finally off the leash/
For your info busy bees can't get enough of me

Why not? I keep em busy, don't you love the irony?

Dear?

2010-10-26T00:16:00.000-07:00

Written to LL Cool J "Dear Hip Hop"

Murder by numbers?
With my lines I'm on a hundred.
But you ain't never heard me talk shit, cause I ain't never learned it/
But I'll accept your praises, listen to my sermon.

And determine, if it's what's your ears needs to get saved/
Stockholm, ain't nobody captivating but me..I need slaves.
By the way my boss needs to give me a raise/
Oh I forgot own this here, everyday is vacay, I'm never home this year

I've been polluting their up there, so when I make rain farmers scream in despair

I say I'm bout to blow, girls tie up they hair/
My rhymes get you lifted, no need for the stairs ,

I'm aiming for the sun, at Icarus height be scared/
I need some room to breathe, I ain't got no air to spare

In the Air

2010-10-24T09:14:00.000-07:00

Written to Phil Collins "In the air tonight"

I felt it, it was wrong, not a good feeling/
Black suits, red tie nothing but the business

Relax, we've made our money we need new ventures/
Something where we can let loose with no censors

Where our values won't be the shit in question/
These peaks and valleys should subject to adjustment

Since for the longest time I feel like I'm on the beast/
Roller coasting through life but without a safety release

Literally with seat of our pants is what we escape with/
And I regret half of the shit I write as soon as I say it

Am I wrong? I think not/
I think that my life blood is consistent with hip hop

I walk into a building you can hear pen drop/
My life is movie, look closely enough and you'll see a prop

Holding me up. Groupies showing me love. My dick is a joint they be rolling me up.

Smoking me hard with they friends, they all get lit/
And your girl join in asking if she can get hit

So...i let her in on a major secret/
She get up to hear, look down and see her seat wet

I said she had my heart, if she was good she could keep it/
That put seed of doubt in her mind, now I know you seen that

And that's funny to me, the chicks so easy to game/
They google my name, and they demeanor change, look at my chain. It's something jay gave to dame. Who gave it a dame. Man its so hard to explain.

It's easy to me I wrote this shit in hour or less/
it's not best my best, but time is money be my guest

To say that's it's wack, it's still mine, I get on the beat.
Sure it's weak, I rap and I'm on wall street.

So hit me up, I've made money on a down market/
And I'm shooting star, a moving target

For you to aim for ur dreams, I've accomplished it. I got tired of running a firm, let me try this rhyming shit

Miles Away

2010-10-13T10:54:00.000-07:00

Written to Wiz Khalifa "Miles Away"

I'm miles away I feel it getting closer with every twist and turn/
Liars say I'm straying, I think I'm getting warm.

Or closer to where I'm supposed to be/
My guess is I'm on the path to my destiny. But people still stressing me.

Why? Let me live my life please/
I promise to keep em coming at you, essentially at light speed.

These princess lei-as wanna freeze me, like I'm Hans/
Until I say wheels up in 10, we heading to France

On the trip we sip... a little champagne/
All this pressure from my city hurting but I can't complain

I can make you breathless, like you smoking on you know/
I'm unofficially the coldest in this universe call me Pluto

Nothing to show for my writing yet. No respect?/
But I just work the hardest, you didn't notice that

I'm looking for my Wendy not in Neverland, I hope she understand/ I'm less peter pan, more like superman

My Life Is A Movie

2010-10-11T14:42:00.000-07:00

Written to Hollywood's "My Life Is A Movie"

Just believe me...
When I fly, it's something only made possible by this grotesque green screen.
Every thing's mean...pause for a second to check your to inseams
We won't clown on you if it looks like water running.
This is lyrically equivalent of a red herring
A bait and switch technique the intricacies are really kinda scary.
Got distracted by the bright lights, smoke and mirrors
when my focus was broken old friends were nowhere near...
Me, I'm alone surprise surprise
Jackknife these jack in the boxes, bring em down to size.
A life of crime killing everything around me
The fallout never dissipates as a results of this bombing.
You don't have to come and confess, we looking for you
That's what my gorillas told me when I fled the zoo.
So now...i got this black squad on my heels tracking every life I've ruined
I evade em with my cunning, skills is superhuman.
If that is true....where my cape at
They wanted to Indian give my confidence, ha there's no take backs.
I think I'm getting better, I need to find the racetrack
And jump in the winners circle, while you hide in haystacks.
I spit above yalls heads, you think they calling for rainstorms
Relax and let it electrify your mind like a brainstorm.
I refrain from trying to conform to norm
Norm tried to get at me and I said can't hear him
That's a figure in your head, a figment of your imagination, at least that's my theorem.
Why don't you treat as law
Whenever I open my mouth I envision applauds.
Or screams for encore, which I can't ignore
I'll appear in the balconies with the people on the second floor.
Just rocking, leaning, they feigning for a new breed
I water they brain stem after I plant the seeds.
It can transform perspectives if you would just believe
Don't believe in all the hype, just believe in me.
That if I drop it, it's tragic it's catastrophic
They which from calling me devil to saint because I'm so philanthropic.

Casting Spells

2010-10-09T01:44:00.000-07:00

Written to B. Mod's "Put A Spell On You"

All these...fake women/
Only concerned with clothes, irreverent to what they spending

So I...simply pace myself/
Cause in the race of life, I'm obsessed with growing wealth

Like this wealth of knowledge/
that I'm gaining while in college

A mirage of the future/
while I'm stuck pursuing the...
End goal of my life/
which is providing for my wife

And kids, putting the entire world within their grasp/
And at the same time riding in my G-class
That is...in my plane with my seat back

It's another spell, that I learned from a witch of a female/
She said I would always fail, and would never see one album sale

Everything I needed in this life, I lost/
I couldn't read my sign and got star-crossed
So...could you please give me good news/
Maybe that I'll end up with a fairly rare Jewell

I was cursed/
with this thirst for blood...and a gift for putting sick beats in a hearse

Call me...Dr. K...Dr. Kevorkian/
build up lives? No fool, I love destroying them

Euthanashia...can you hear it screaming for assistance/
Oh you were aiming for me, the target, I think you missed it

What, trying to no scope from a distance/
I'm sorry I cannot die, you can blame the witch who did this

She cast a spell on me/
From now on I can't act like a human being, she took my humanity from me

As if the table couldn't right itself from being turned/
These ladies didn't even heed the warning
They got too close to the fire and kept getting burned/
But that didn't change the fact I kept seeing them in the morning

I mourn em/
They kept failing the test so I learned them, of the dark arts I couldn't just inform them

Tag Me

2010-10-06T23:27:00.000-07:00

Written to Dawsdiesel Production "Tagged"

Bruised ego, low self esteem/
Feeling lazy like weed and a little lean
It's a picture painted heaven, but thought of in hell/
and I'm just going through the motions if you couldn't tell
Lifting barbells, much more than I can carry/
new came through earlier this year that made kinda weary
Like I don't fuck any girl unless I'm prepared for kids/
But kissing one can give you diseases I guess it what it is
Now that I'm thinking, reminiscing on the actions I took/
I was playing checkers while the queen took my rook
And the bishops and my last knight
So officially chivalry is dead, at least on my end/
And I'm getting older but trying to stay young Barbra Streisand
Getting treating like I'm the means to it/
But they were all wrong and I'm turned it into my theme music

I got criticized for sounding like this other guy, drake/
I realize that it must’ve been fate
Because I tell these girls they'll be thanking me later/
And when they come back I channel my inner star fox and evade her
Elevator, uplifting flow
Christmas time, the gift that keeps on gifting flow

As the seasons end....we just pretend/
That we never lost and got that championship win
But then...we wake up from our dreams/
Girls spying over my shoulder nothing is what it seems
If you want to smoke some trees, I don't but like the candle stick in beauty and the beast...be our guest
We got nothing to lose/
I assume we were getting groomed since home room
To be the drones the government wants us to be/
Which is ironic because people who don't see a box stimulate the economy

My Vacation

2010-10-04T15:24:00.000-07:00

Written to DawsDiesel Productions "Get Away"

I asked them to go back where they come from
It was futile, I need a new style at least that's what they told me
But I did what I do best, and laid down to rest like "they aint talking like they know me"
And...if they are, I become the villain
It's open season out here, man fuck concealing
I aint concentrated on it
It's irrelevant to what I'm trying to do
I'm just working to get better, cuz I feel like the stomach flu
Like...no matter where you go you feel me
And I'll change your mood in an instant
This could be yo jam for your sub-12's
Bass kicking at the start of every sentence
Forgive me, for urgency in which I write this
I'm being led to walk the plank
By these friends that all sudden decided to be pirates
So now when I pull it off I have no one to thank
What a shame, let’s not play the blame game

If so I can't hardly wait until I win, just watch
You want crazy I'll pull out the Dennis the menace slingshot
Ok I'm assaulting this I confess it sounds forced
Beat screaming something crazy I say it's been coerced
Ummm...did I take it too far
Did I let my pride get in the way, screw scar
Overextended, I need a ruler to help me reach further I don't know where to end it

Lavoros Ethos

2010-09-26T08:39:00.000-07:00

Written to J-Rell "Untitled 2"

I think I dodged a bullet
It was my fault, I'm the o e who dared them to pull it
And boy did they , I got three by my head
If I'd been a little bigger the other three would've hit my chest
That was my catch 22 circumstantial situation
Chicks saw me bleeding and assumed I needed saving
But...how wrong they were
Umm, that was very possibly the understatement of the year
I concur

And once I figure how to write these songs
I'm on, plus I got the work ethic of Karl Malone
I'm home, chillin on the couch ordering a phone
All alone, no companion necessary I'll stick with a drone
Maybe if you could reach this upper echelon
Status, I could drop a ladder for you to step up on
Until then, whirlwinds keep me all up in the mix
I have arrived, my coming out party is soon did you get invited to this?
No...ok I'll send a verse through air mail
Get it? Cuz it's fly, skills suppress that Ill feel
Better yet it makes your tolerance rise
Boosts your immune system so you can sleep better at night

Supastar

2010-09-24T13:46:00.000-07:00

Written to Wiz Khalifa "Superstar"

I mess around and burned em
They try to get on, I spurned em
You want more praises from me, then you better earn em
Cuz the minute you start slacking, you invite those half-wit fools that aren't afraid of action
But that my opinion, take it how the hell you want
And if you're contemplating sympathy don't
This cruel world didn't show us nothing, not mercy or the time to rest
But I digress
As long as this beat remind of walks on the beach
Sipping on coronas, never getting any sleep
I got that royal flush for you, read em and weep
And a lot of people talk shit, but soon enough that will cease
I release all pent up energy in this
And I can go romantic, Shakespearean sonnet
Hey girl I'll show the world on my comet
Just remember that karma is a bitch, and so are negative comments
And my flow is the truth that if somethings wrong it right it
And if you're far-sighted, I can give you free prescription
To my words, it performs miracles just give this listen
I think I'm a supernova,
A bright light until I died and came back warming up these cold shoulders
It's been a long time coming man
I think now is the perfect time to start ushering me in

All of the lights Pt. 2

2010-09-23T14:11:00.000-07:00

I'm curious as to how the hell did you think you'd see me,
These Helen Keller niggas, trying to talk as if they'd beat me
What I'mma do is write certain verse
and then kill it, to show how little energy I exert
Once I flex my left brain...forfeit the game
If you have noticed, I'm a wild card draw down
And only jaw-broken dudes thought I'd exit first round
Manny Pacquio, pound-for-pound sound
You've never heard of me? I didn't come from underground
I've been right here the whole time
Actually I've been struggling to ascend, a slow climb
Ask anyone a story that know mine,
I guarantee if you not on short time, its one of a kind

All of the lights Pt. 1

2010-09-22T13:19:00.001-07:00

Written to Kanye West "All of the lights (Ghetto University)"

Went to sleep, woke up this is looking like a dream world
Popped up the Faceboom, Twitter, and then the email
I'm getting praised and acaims saying I got the details
Just right, And my stuff may be ready for retail
So how should I respond? I get better as I go along
The calm before the universerse is gone
And I promised before this writing shit that I'd never hurt her
But I'm into destroying worlds like hers, silver surfer
Truth...we go back like reversed caps
Before this new era, before minute errors
Currently caught in these bright lights
From the way I illuminated it at night
It's a light show when I take the mic,
consider this as your invite, if it does suffice

Logic above all Emotion

2010-09-20T14:22:00.000-07:00

Written to Big Sean "Home Town"

I think I messed the memo
It was permanent, I thought it was just a demo
And it's my fault, I assume the logic matched the emotion
But it didn't, they mixed like oil in the ocean
Mr. Hayward why didn't you warn about the leak
I feel like the public...and she's BP
And it's unfair, as I'm speaking heart still bleeding
I thought I would catch a disease, instead I caught feelings
And that sums it up, that's the present in the future tense
And she's an angel, a present for you future gents
How did it just happen, best friends saying I told you so
"You should never put your heart on pause, silly ho"
And I agree with em, I'm just a hopeless roman-
tic...tic...tic...whoa man
Are you writing a song about her already? Hold it.
You just lost in a game where it's logic above all emotion.
So I'm here again, record 0-8
I wonder if they tell the truth when they try to say
That true love waits, if only they could say the day
Then I could save date, and then save my pay
Because out of all the money spent it's over in a flash
And damn it if I didn't listen to my mother claiming it was to fast
That it prolly won't last
I look back and laugh
At the...fact that she's always been proven right
And that I should listen no matter how much we tend to fight
I feel so far gone, Drake write a verse for me
I feel so fucking numb, somebody grab a hearse for me
I could die at anytime the way my heart feels
Like it broke to little pieces, Humpty Dumpty on banana peels
Ah...and here I thought she was the one
Now I'm confused about what exactly has been going on
Like...has she been lying and she's known all along
Or not, either way I end up all alone
I could probably bed a chick tonight
But I'm not a dick and then there's the hindsight
Cuz in a couple years, Imma recall it and all those memories
Actually in a couple years she won't even remember me
I'd put a million on it, I'm so forgettable
They say there's no comparison I take it as literal
But in that case, wouldn't it mean that they were lying
Or that they knew before hand that I would keep trying
To be the best, laid to rest is my belief in em
I'll switch em like my leathers or my denims
I should've saw it coming, I smell my heart roasting
Now I'll let it burn, logic above all emotion
And that's all I need to write, I bet I'll see you soon
I guess I'll tell my future wife to thank your ass too.
Agh...

Fair Weather

2010-09-20T04:04:00.000-07:00

Written to Trey Songz "Bottoms Up"

Sleep at 2, work at 6, welcome to my life.
Wake up at 4, look right, then smile wide.
This is my fairy tale I'm sorry if you don't believe they exist
Look at my royal court, I'm just looking for my prince-ess.
I did my best, thought the rest was just discipline.
ADD love I guess he's the better Ritalin.
I thought that was it for "us", she went the other way
Long distance, fair-weather girl should've let it die in May
What can I say, when they want to get back together I fall hard
History repeats itself, and then I think it's my fault
Well not this time, this time I just got caught-
Up in this romance shit, in the end it's her lost. YUUUPPPP!
Ha..haaaa, Mhmmm. Yeah.

Airborne

2010-09-17T14:44:00.000-07:00

I was on the bus and heard this song, and realized that I may have an extended metaphor I could go in on before I we arrived on campus. So surprisingly enough, I got it in less than 10 minutes. Enjoy :)

Written to Diggy Simmons "Airborne"

I own it, it's mine to have and hold
I'm a young owner only 21 years old
If you doubt me, it's your first mistake
Here's a notice for you, the last won't be yours to make
Pay attention if you will, lend me your ears
I'll put you in a heavenly state no tears or fears
When we fly away, there won't be much to say
Just melt the hearts of those who look my way
And while I'm at it, I could never fall
But if I do will they praying for me, alter call
Never drop the ball, Prime Randy moss
Tip toeing to the pile on, there's another loss
Ive heard i should've doubled down, but at what cost
They were influencing me...but I'm the boss
I reflected on perspective and got my signals crossed
It's so easy being fly, when you remain a hawk
But what happens when those poachers come along and try to dethrone
You...from the seat you own
I....remember where I came from
And the chicks that took trips when I've flown

Horrible feeling

2010-09-17T10:20:00.000-07:00

I just want to go all in and hope for the best.

Forget that, I feel like getting domed playin roullette with a smith and wess.

That's how I'm feeling, like if only I could graduate.

Then I could say fuck a glass nigga, pay the man and grab the case.

My heart-beat

2010-09-15T10:09:00.000-07:00

So I had too much fun with this one, I was doing some homework but couldn't concentrate with this specific Chase N. Cashe beat in my head. I decided to take a 30min break: 20 to write, and 10 to record and level out the vocals a bit. Delivery is still off (because I suck at writing), but oh well lol...

Uhh...I could see it from a mile a way.
I get ignored trying to talk every other day.
But it's whatever, there's more where I found you at.
Next time you see me don't wave, I won't acknowledge that.
Unlucky for you I found a gift that I won't waste.
This song is just for you, I'll name drop another day.
But in the meantime, I’ll recline
And let this shit reel em in like a fishing line.
It’s so interesting when I write a few lines, I feel free
But when I read I’m like “no, it can’t be”
I never thought I had the talent to make it
I never thought people would download and play it
But let’s face it, I got a little swagger
And I wonder if they cheering or is it laughter
Fuck it, I was never concerned about what people thought
I go into the store and see all the crap that people cop
Just for a better image
Life is just pretending
It’s just suspended
By a false sense of security that was just amended
And then I just pray, that people say
It’s not the same thing, this is everyday
That’s why we sleep and pray at the same time
Right next to the baseline
Where we commit the most crimes
Around midnight
That’s in the moonlight
I hope you get it right, I hope you kidding right

Just hear me cough it
Some niggas say “damn, he spits, he barfs it”
Right up in his apartment
And now I’ve become a target

South Boss

2010-09-12T19:03:00.000-07:00

Produced by June B. "Boss Southern"

These chicks always cut me, then keep running.
I smile, they never stop, always keep it coming.
They want me to lie there, but I just keep on roaming.
Energizing ladies, I keep on going.
Ummm...I keep on flowing....even after hours
You hear my water running, that's not the shower.
And I devour...any wack dude
They thought I was kidding until I fucking smacked dude
He had an attitude...so I slapped dude
He was lightweight, turned him into snack food.

All this happened with they jaws wide open
Gawking at my actions, opinions were soft-spoken.
So I walked it out...then hawked out.
I'm fly people...boss out.

Chain of actions

2010-09-11T11:46:00.000-07:00

Chain of actions that led to me crying to today.
Roommate's brand new iPod touch came in that shoots in HD.
We took the iPod out to record the night.
Havoc ensued.
Girl was talking to cats.
I watched it all on video at the shooting range.
I cried.