LEFT FIELD ANYONE

I awoke to a nightmare in broad daylight in a place where time didnt exist we breathe oxygen with no air...so how is this possible...the sun was destroyed and replace with contaminated glows of violet rays. Is this really a dream because i cant fall a sleep to reality, my senses more alert than ever before...is this life? Yes it was and where i stood was further than any form of life possible...further than any form of light possible...further than any atom of matter could be squeezed in...was i contained in my own mind? No because i could out think my own mental captivity and this was far beyond anything Ive ever experienced or even expected. This is what freedom must feel like,because never once was i limited to any barrier of laws...but the scary thing was with no routine and order...yet anarchy takes more than one person... i was pointless....pointless like water with no absorption...pointless like a messiah with nothing to save...pointless like eyes for the blind....pointless like the tip of writing utensils edge... It was the feeling of being conscious in an unconscious moment...finally sitting on the plateau of no bottoms below and heavens no higher than arms reach.... Did i conquer anything....coincidences maybe? What was next i still wast prepared for and since time didnt matter i had all the time in the galactic to figure out the faith of me then is the same of me now no matter my surroundings...Death inevitable yet life was promised...and between these both only thing i could find was insanity...Yes insanity...but this was normal because i knew of nothing out of the norm... finally i have become a genius to standards that nothing could measure so did this mean i was dumb as well since there is no level greater than the other... uncertainty isn't even the word for this case of who knows what where and when...

I too am one of the greatest writers of the 21st and 22nd Century

Every One is A Rapper

Ive been feeling this way for a while but i just need to throw it out there now...every one feels the need to make rap a way out or that they think they can rap....Hip Hop isn't Dead...the listeners are and the people that made it are...or at least retired...the game is too far gone to clean up so i leave this in its memory....


This goes out to b boys and girls who spit bars no holds bard spit barbs of fire and split cigars..replace the organs with organic haze and take charge...organizing the remains of this music bits thats chard...Sorry Miss Hip Hop for the things we say...beings for being that way...seems that it will never change because we abused you and bruised your face...now they public accuses you for being a human disgrace...fall of the human race...all behind what we say...who knew people like A BAY BAY...dedicated songs to corrupted D.J.s or Cranks Toy Soldiers to crash and burn...rappers need a 101 class to actually learn..actually earn opportunities on the mic time when they rap these wack lines do they be in they right mind...when they take time to write these lame lines or are cocaine high sniffing white lines...mike tyson rappers...all biting and punch lines...no substance or just substance abuse talk bout they got caught and did time...is it me just pointing the blame...or have i been annotated the antidote to internally dying game...cuz i hear her voice crying in pain...still mourning the Death of the greatest and these wannabes who claim...they gonna be...the next prolific musician sounding the same...no ideas is original...they have no ideas and maybe im hypocritical but i still have topics to to touch like molestation trials...they exploited the sacred cow...and now i vow for revenge...not a catholic but its time to repent...resenting all no sense shit like God resents sin...can be look upon...and bootlegging so high... c.d.s come with coupons...its too much dressing as is then adding croûtons? Just sleep miss hip hop and dream some...till i prove all these impostor im not a copy the carbon copy machine....and these corporate exec teams wrong...