042813

Gorilla
[sounds like a combo of The Zoo and Lapdance. That sounds wrong. But give em a listen, they're both great]

the outlaw
the underdog
using voodoo with a monkey's paw
leaking bloody drool through yellow teeth geurillo of the streets
get gorilla widit (dirty dog) get gorilla widit (dirty dog) get gorilla widit (dirty dog)
(Where is my god?)
It's surreeeeeal
how I feeeeeel
Is it society that makes a moster seek a meeeeal
or just straight ill
riding my motorojo down the streeet
While politicians
they soundin like strippers to me
They sayin, but I don wanna hear it...
Oooh, Ooh babay you want funds?
Ooh babay you want funds?
Ooh babay you want funds? We didn't leave the strip club to get elected once
Cuz we gotta get paid (dirty mob)
we just gotta get paid (dirty mob)
we just gotta get paid fuck your third world aid

Guerillero llamado con nombre brazilleno
y sta empapando sus manos, canibal
pasos de patas rojizos lo que hizo,
matando por us mismo, un fantasma en la calle central
el cazador sta cazado, monstro ephemeral
casi extincto, debe portarse listo
una forma de tinieblas, no froma distincto
Ninguna comunidad segureo ya sta atras del muro
su sangre azul no es tan puro
dead of night (muggin) monkey fight (sluggin)
Saw his future sold for his father's love of gold
he gotta pick up the slack, now he want his silverback
highly offended defensive when he's on the attack
been livin off berries and scraps
looks for a backbone to crack
can't have justice, so he'll settle for revenge
plus he like to hear the scream of painted metal when it bend


leaking bloody drool through yellow teeth geurillo of the streets
get gorilla widit (dirty dog) get gorilla widit (dirty dog) get gorilla widit (dirty dog)
(Where is my god?)
It's surreeeeeal
how I feeeeeel
Is it society that makes a moster seek a meeeeal
or just straight ill
riding my motorojo down the streeet
While the government
they soundin like strippers to me
They sayin, but I don wanna hear it...
Oooh, Ooh babay you want guns?
Ooh babay you want guns?
Ooh babay you want guns? Well we didn't leave the club to get elected once
Cuz we gotta get paid (dirty mob)
we just gotta get paid (dirty mob)
we just gotta get paid fuck your third world aid

042713

This is the stupidest, lamest shit I've ever posted! At least it rhymes. That's the kindest thing I can say.

Fond of wandering the alley, lack permission federally
same ol racist tom got wanderlust like O'Malley
Flight of fancy, with my Nancy, gettin pally with my Sally
So I had a few mates, maybe not so many dates
Point is, never one to hate, another fool from the coolest state
Ahora voy pa Panama 'stare comiendo bananas ogranicas
pa mi propio programa de terria extranya,
pacificando como mi hermana que ya vaya Uruguaya
hablando en espanyol para pacificar la cana
ninguna explanacion por mi cancion con la excepcion
de mi dementacion de andando demasiao en la sabana

Mira mijo, flo estupido
No importa la letra no hace sentido
presta atencion aloque cancion dijo
ese dijo el leon de su balcon, solo me importa el danzon
y grandisimo
es el flo

Verifico, es verdad
que Alma ama a mama
pero prefiera a bailar (dale mamacita, tacata)
mira mija linda
no sea coqueta con su camiseta
floja, a ella le gusta el flo, ja
jajajajajajajaja

Mi hermana tiene pana
la encontro durante la danza
daba dos besitos hacia manyana
y ella tranfromo a una rana
ay que pena
danzon continuaba
Con la situacion trabajaba
como bailaba esa rana
atras de patas, en la esquina del salon,
que le gusta jipjop latina yque le gusta el flo

042613

Hella La Jolla
[similar in backbeat quality to Beck's Hell Yes (Guero)]

Just got back from cinematic math class
Headin to the beach, bitch, sand castles and sand glass
hassle pals to hustle, pack bags of canvas
Down we go
dirty cargo, mercy lago como Kanye canto
Filled at arco, got Rigoberto's tacos
glowsticks on my wrist store bought from costco
Yeah i came from the bay, followed the coast south a ways
This spring just got spung just got in here to stay
not really caring what they say
out in the sun on my payday
feelin hella la Jolla, bought to have me my heyday

[Bridge]

I'm scannin the beach
hot legs and cheeks
(girls got sand) JOYAS
I'm liking this bass
I'm moving in place
(girls can dance) JOYAS
hot toes in the sand
cold drink in my hand
(green-eyed man) JOYAS
Certified baller, hella la Jolla

[Chorus...?]

Lemme hear ya say
hi (you fly)
I like (so fine)
your beat (alright)
it's nice (two times)

(sup girl)
hi (you fly)
I like (so fine)
your beat (air tight)
it's nice (that's right)

Grace the place, it's the face of SD

chesty, sun-bleached hair so messy

Like Romney's palm trees she's swayin at me

Not just another

feel your heart flutter, but her

smile's just there, not a come n get me

a friendly grin, she got enough boyfriends

if she want it to end, that's your chance to begin

and get it in

Fuming funk from textbooks, illegal bonfire

pounding crunk hits, boombox, no wires

belongs to that punk kid who knows how to hotwire

blasted bay tracks, yay-wasted faces, black music for racists

out the back of a pick up

whole town hates us, Jolla hella fucked up

[Bridge]

I'm scannin the beach
hot legs and cheeks
(girls got sand) JOYAS
I'm liking this bass
I'm moving in place
(girls can dance) JOYAS
hot toes in the sand
cold drink in my hand
(green-eyed man) JOYAS
Certified baller, hella la Jolla

[Chorus...?]

Lemme hear ya say
hi (you fly)
I like (so fine)
your beat (alright)
it's nice (two times)

(sup girl)
hi (you fly)
I like (so fine)
your beat (air tight)
it's nice (that's right)

Mirrored sun glasses, boys make passes
Bay girls got sand, raised on dry land
Not afraid to clap hands, just might lapdance
blasting dance bands, nasty, badass
mash ups, trash talk, move at a fast walk,
climbing cliff rocks, fine with no chalk
you heard it true from Snoop Dogg
shit's almost too hot
view's just like god
fools gold idol, blue not white washed


[Bridge]

I'm scannin the beach
hot legs and cheeks
(girls got sand) JOYAS
I'm liking this bass
I'm moving in place
(girls can dance) JOYAS
hot toes in the sand
cold drink in my hand
(green-eyed man) JOYAS
Certified baller, hella la Jolla

[Chorus...?]

Lemme hear ya say
hi (you fly)
I like (so fine)
your beat (alright)
it's nice (two times)

(sup girl)
I like your bass
(Thanks I like your face) joyas
your beat is nice
(bikini looks tight) joyas
I like your fire
(looks alright) joyas
I could watch all night
(sit by my side) joyas

I'm scannin the beach
hot legs and cheeks
(girls got sand) JOYAS
I'm liking this bass
I'm moving in place
(girls can dance) JOYAS
hot toes in the sand
cold drink in my hand
(green-eyed man) JOYAS
Certified baller, hella la Jolla
[2x]

042513

Night Crawler

Walking alone to the bus stop a few hours til the new day
I passed a dude in a black hoodie walking the opposite way
he looked like creepy and crawly, that's all I can say
hands in his pockets, face turned down and away

he looked like it wasn't me he was trying to meet
cuz he glanced over then crossed to the other side of the street
he moved so quiet, like he had no shoes on his feet
he blended into the shadows, his disappearance complete

I spun around and stood at the edge of the block - behind
the hooded man was there, frozen, mid-stride
He stopped dead in his tracks, like he was caught by surprise
All I could see was his figure and the whites of his eyes

but just an instant later, the dark figure was gone
started moving again, crossing over a lawn
faceless head held high, he calmly walked on
and ducked into the gate of the nearest home

I didn't wait to see if he had some motive I could understand
I didn't waste another moment I just turned and ran
back, back to the brightly lit business district
where the storefronts' glow comforted me like christmas


I looked out the window on the bus ride back
every shadow we passed could hide a man in black
Was he a creeper, a predator, was I just prey to track
Was he a crawler, a prowler, with a silent attack

I still wonder what'd happen If I hadn't turned around
if my ears hadn't been keen enough to hear that sound
if I hadn't picked out that figure, crawling close to the ground
would I be left on the concrete
on that dark street
in that rich town

042313

Fat Cat Shuffle - Glitchop.net

This is how it's done (the fat cat shuffle)
we're just having fun (bank gang hustle)
easy lining on the run (tax man can't touch us)
We dine on fine wine, peasants dine on rice
and the bones we throw, playing cats with all you mice
trickle down, that's my flow, know your rights

So we do what we want and we say you can too
be the change you want to see
Because we all agree with that Ghandi man too
but all you see is our teevee
Cuz we're under the radar, geting fine liquors
Under the board, we drink it from crystal
y'all drinking dirty water from gourds
we don't stress about that shit, our kittens insured
no, we're not concerned with the very poor
The 1% we're on your scent
cuz my paws stretch across all political divides
my military service? Selling guns to both sides
our politicians want the '50s back, we're gonna force it
God in your textbooks, silent women in corsets,
consumer capital world, our pigs are gonna enforce it
This is animal farm
house cats safe from harm
but if you wear the hijab, you're prolly gonna get bombed
nothing personal babes, we just need an outlet for hate,
while we sittin here safe, droppin shit in your face
fair and balanced, here's a taste
just good businesss, foaming faith
we mass-produced this, police state
don't ask what is this, stuff your face

042213

Do you value diversity in your school? We do! We've got all kinds of people with all kinds of cash!

amarillo y blanco
les dan dinero en elbanco
if you come from the streets
if you got kids to feed
there's no room for you in the university
blame your stars blame the law blame their families
education don't come free

Tell me when did my education
turn over to a corporation?
bankers bankroll administration
squabble for the next donation
niggas go to prison wetbacks work the plantation
your birth determines your worth and if you merit invitation
the governors the regents board
Reagan and Schwarzenegger sought to score
sold out the college, turned it into a whore
Cuz a friend with land deeds is a friend indeed

Divide and conquer, bait and switch
in the military industry, my school's a war dog's bitch
We welcome all peoples (yellow, white and rich)
Cuz a friend with land deeds is a friend indeed
Send us your brightest bourgeoise from overseas
better pay your fees, better be Chinese
affluent Korean, or Vietnamese
never say we don't deliver on diversity! Now excuse us please
been sucking so much corporate cock, we gotta rest our knees

Ain't nothin funny sellin dreams for money
stickin cogs in the shitsem, another nun in the nunnery
White face, black habit and I got a dark mind
thinking of the black and brown children who've been left behind

042113

This is for all you fake-ass rappers rapping about fake-ass rappers.
And before you all start fussing about the truth I'm writing about you, and call me a phony fool too,
I remind you your just a tool, and I'm writing poetry with you

What you think your credit card is for chopping
I use that shit for shopping
buy real cheese, real bread, because in the long run, we're all dead
You think your gravestone is gonna read "baller, had street cred"
It'd be a bare faced lie if I insisted
I give it to you straight and never twisted
planting roses over it, my shit's febreeze misted
hold your nose when you dip your toes in it
hold your pose, it still shows, you're not legitimate
and once you get it you go,
cuz you don't let just any hoe know your business, bullshit,
your a coward though, no clue how to stick with it
I gotta ask you, is that your asshole or your mouth?
You started at the bottom now you're going south
Don't talk down from down there, like I don't know shit about it
tell me your gangster story, how's it different from mine?
Your MTV's bitch, your fans are tweens, white and rich,
Cuz all you rap about's crime, your precious chains, your nine
While you sit in your pimped ride paid for by the shit you shine
and the shit you sign

041913

Happy 420! I'm feelin lazy today, so time for nothing but a translation song:

Digo Ay (Te Amo) – una canción por Micheal Franti en español

Digo Ay, y hoy me voy

Pero solo pasajero soy

Me parece que en cualquier lugar

Lo más pa’ ver, lo menos cierto estar

Pero yo se, algo, te amo

te quiero, te adoro, te amo

Hermanos en la esquina me están llamando

y los niños del barrio están peleando

cuando te ve bailando esperé en que lo era

miré tus ojos y supe que eres verdadera

Ahora, no soy un hombre muy metafísico

Pero se cuando estrellas cadenan puedo

chocar con Chiquita en la calle central

mirar a sus ojos y se que se sienta igual

Digo Ay, y hoy me voy

Pero solo pasajero soy

Me parece que en cualquier lugar

Lo más pa’ ver, lo menos cierto estar

Pero yo se, algo, te amo

te quiero, te adoro, te amo

He visto mucha gente en la ruta mejor

He probado la feliz y he tragado el dolor

Pero mi corazón no quiere cantar por el mundo

Nuestra relación es bastante profunda

Bailando en rave, moviendo contigo,

no necesite que mi mama lo dijo

que eres perfecta, yo lo bueno se,

estar a tu lado: mi único deseo

Bailando en rave, moviendo contigo,

Digo ay mama, ay mama, dame besito

Bailando en rave, moviendo contigo,

Digo ay papa, ay papa, dame besito

Bailando en rave, moviendo contigo,

Digo ay mama, ay mama, dame besito

[no se si "que eres perfecta, yo lo bueno se," hace sentido...]

041813

He escrito muchas canciones de rap, y en ingles. Crei que es el tiempo para trabajar en mas formas. Eso es mas como bolero, o algo del estilo mariachi. La llamo:

Boqueta Azul

Ay, boqueta de azul, no me mires asi
Sabemos que no eres joya,
y un dia vas a morir
pero te presentare a mi novia
y te juro que sera feliz
vas a ver su gran sonrisa
y muchos besos para mi

Mi pana es una nina muy extrana
me mando un regalito esa manana

no soy rico, pero soy bastante listo
un regalito bonito es lo que he prometido

En las calles con machete, busco flores pa una boqueta
Ella no sera coqueta cuando la sta completa

Azul fresca aqui estan, dos flores, y que hermosos son
No quiero que se pudran, pues regreso antes del sol

regresare a nuestra casa, los pondra en vaso de auwa
y lo pondra en la mesa, pa mi novia, un gran sorpresa

Busco en cada direcion, pero muchos flores ya son marones
?Donde stan los flores, los azules? pregunto mujeres y varones

Ay, boqueta de azul, no me mires asi
Sabemos que no eres joya,
y un dia vas a morir
pero te presentare a mi novia
y te juro que sera feliz
vas a ver su gran sonrisa
y muchos besos para mi

041713

War stories and greed, and I must bitch

horror stories and need, it seems legit

gettin boring to read, I must admit

Filling up my feed, seems like it's all I get

Seems like the poeple who cliuld use my power don't want it

Those who already too fat, seems like they already got it

Paper pushers try and stall me as I walk throught the halls

Ask me if I support their cause, what do I say?! No, let 'em starve!

Cuz pity never powered a city, Mama knows and hopes

no concept of the gritty in your comittee, Uncle Sam, he gropes

The statue of liberty, not afraid to get his troops hand's dirty, blood and oil

let acid rain wash it away, the fertile lands, mud and soil

He screaming "give me your affluent, your educated", that's immigration

but pay your rent, don't get too educated, that's deportation

I'm gettin colder with age. sopmedays just wanna jump off the stage

forget your fake-ass aid, wonderin who's got the next scheme, filled with rage

Who's breathin here? Is it me or the machine?

I take one step and I'm green, like my first day on the scene

Still the water gettin murkier, the villains gettin lurkier

Spear huntin in this lake, my own body's gettin dirtier

hide their ever gaping maws in a charity, feels like it ain't fair to me,

like I'm third world born, where justice is a rarity

I know I gotta quit my growling and bark down a measure

feelin drastic, but freedom's someting that I treasure

want a nice home, a full belly, my pan well greased,

y una boqueta azul watching from my mantlepiece

[Azul todavia es mi color favorito pa un boqueta. Mas sobre eso mas tarde]

041613

Someone I know and care about spoke to me today about her tearful failure of an attempt to take the easy way out. Goodness me, the feels. Over a fucking breakup. I wanted to tell her to suck it up and face reality, and quite her time-wasting pity party... but that obviously wasn't what she needed to hear. I didn't really know what she needed to hear, so I just tried to get her to concentrate on good things. Happy things.
I wanted to mention Carlos Arredondo, who got waaay closer to that mystical oblivion than she did and then came back swinging, but the time didn't seem appropriate.

Here's a sick song I found on Soundcloud called the Hotline by someone named Julius.

Welcome to the Hotline
I was expecting to hear your voice
Now all I need to know is your weapon of choice
Gunshot, knife, or maybe you should go get a noose
like you think your white body hanging will make the news
Lethal combination, nuf to kill ten times over
Knockin on death's door like witnessing the Jehovah
Picture this: black suits, black veils, black shoes, black ties,
Ashamed, cuz they thought their daughter took her own life
Rich single mother thought she raised you right,
their angel, well at least they thought that you was,
gave you everything, I guess that wasn't enough,
you wanna hide your head and bleed
from the wounds everyday, deeper, how you feel

Downgraded heaven to hell, something special to nothing
worthless piece of shit becuase of the man you lovin
me, the asshole, I ain't ashamed to admit it
consider this my warning, cuz I just want to hit it
and I'll keep hittin til you quit it, or get tired of living

Her friends said "No, don't go..."
And I said girl, you're grown
Are you ready to die?

Welcome to the hotline
Bitch, fuck you cryin for?
Bitch, fuck you lyin for?
I'm a dog, I go bark and the bitches line up
You knew this, and still you decide to sign up

You call that lame shit a sin?
Bitch, you can't beat George Winne,
At least he knew that when one thread ends, another begins
Take a real sinner or two with you if you gotta go down in flames
and for just a little bit longer they'll remember your name

The flowers at your funeral, they were bought at Vons
You should have listened to your friends, they were so concerned
I said "Don't listen to them birds, cuz you gonna learn
That I'm heartless,
Regardless, know this, life will crush your soul, make it hard for you to take control again, make it hard for you to face your friends again,
I'll make it hard for you to give a fuck anymore, or even to pretend
ever again... ever again...

Her friends said "No, don't go..."
And I said girl, you're grown
Are you ready to die?


One way or another, life gonna take your breath away

Man why the fuck do I keep doin this?
Supposed to keep my cool, it seems like I'm just losing it
A beast, an animal, at first I thought that was good
but I looked in the mirror, and there was a monster that stood
there

We're live, paying for the people that we done wrong
Till we're gone
welcome to the hotline

My friends said "No, don't go..."
But I said, "No, I'm grown.
And I'm ready to die."

041513

Practice Looking Hard - Existentialist Version

Remember that it's just a bunch of pixels in a picture, not a bong
It's just the same way with statistics, and our mandatory minimum laws
I can call the politicians motives fake, call that a rolled up snake and not a cinnamon roll

I keep a mirror in my pocket and I practice looking hard
Mirror, mirror, call the shot, what is real, what is not?
I keep a mirror in my pocket and I practice looking hard
Each morn before I leave the house I make sure that I look around

Whatever happened to the days of fidelity?
When did consumerist hegemony become our reality?
Everybody's got a story to tell
like the Bible, which says we sinners go to hell
I guess we're living in the last days
cuz in the last days, people avert their gaze,
turn away from plagues, brothers killing brothers,
and they don't see the hell we built for one another
It seems we all could use some constructive criticism
instead of this destructive neoliberalism
What is your brand of representation?
the lens through which you view your nation?
Ask yourself if it's yours or some other white man's creation
Don't be so sure of your significance
disregard the chances, refuse to take a second glance
I'll tell you why, they eyes can lie
Seek first to understand before you speak, you'd be surprised
how often corporate propaganda can deceive,
what kinda message you yourself are trying to receive
You better look what's underneath
I can't help it cuz what's mine they done took, I want it back
This is my mad-at-the-world rap

I keep a mirror in my pocket and I practice looking hard
Mirror, mirror, call the shot, what is real, what is not?
I keep a mirror in my pocket and I practice looking hard
Each morn before I leave the house I make sure that I look around


[this definitely is not finished]

041413

Tits and Tats
[something like boots and boys by Ke$ha. If men can be objectified, so can women... I know, this is a controversial, revolutionary concept]

It's just something about
tits and tats (tits and tats)
Hey man what's up with that? (I gotta say it)
I think they're both so cool, make me act a fool
tits and tats (tits and tats)

I might have to glance when a hottie slink past
but when I see those tats, it makes my neck snapback
and tatoos, andthe way they move,
they make me wanna tap that but I might have a heart attack

Fine ink fine rack but she looks badass
killer like the matrix, say bye-bye to Kansas
when she shake , makes me foam at the mouth like fantas
Yeah, her art is fine, but I love the canvas

It's just something about
tits and tats (tits and tats)
Hey man what's up with that? (I gotta say it)
I think they're both so cool, make me act a fool
tits and tats (tits and tats)

No hotter thing I know than when they peek through her clothes
I see a snake curled up in her pantyhose
On the back of her neck is that a rose?
makes me wanna lean in, makes me wanna look closer
one splash of paint and you can have my heart
But I know you got thorns on your softest parts

Hey girl, wanna see my ink, lemme know what you think
Cuz I see you rocking them angel wings
they're a fine pair too, bling in between
like you stalk the halls like you femme fatale
like something Banksy scrawled on your temple walls
you make my head stand tall, wanna grab my balls
Cuz you're without flaw,
Cuz your flesh so fresh and your tat so raw
Shock and awe, girl, shock and awe

If I see a bit, be sure, I'm gonna beg for more
insect on your neck, girl, you the bomb
I sweat, I'm erect, feel like a peeping tom
paradise on your chest like the isle of Guam
the way those palm trees sway make me wanna face palm

It's just something about
tits and tats (tits and tats)
Hey man what's up with that? (I gotta say it)
I think they're both so cool, make me act a fool
Just gimme tits and tats (tits and tats)

when leanin like a chola
make me wanna say hola
aunquesevidentella kick ass sola
Once you see that sight, man, you're marked for life

041313

way too late, air raid sirens wail
spent shells fallin like hot hail
steel rippin through your chainmail
I'll take you straight to the cross, drive in the last nail
without fail
A silent psycho with your life in her sights, she under death's veil

Leave your bitch ass holy, full of a hundred holes
my clip hold the fate of a hundred souls
every round full of hate for the faith you sold
I'm from the pits of hell, and now my place is yours
One-woman slaughterhouse
spraying out a hundred rounds
better pray I split your crown
better play dead when you hit the ground
cuz I finsh a dog of god when he's down

No soy angel, puto ni soy prostituta
Oye las gritas del los malditos, los disfruto

I'm on a mission from hellfire
hate speech preaching to the choir
praise no angel, cuz god's hate is for hire
the liberation of my people my only desire

Bells ringing, choirs singing, my bloody blade be swinging
perverted servants of eugenic churches getting nervous,
trying to find purchase, they clinging
while I'm rising
up to damn the dead, coming for the devils head
soy vengador with morals of a Babylonian whore
war's what I'm bringing

041213

I was pretty grotty to day.What follows is the truth. I need to explain what happened with the girl though. Someday I'll find the right rhymes...

Lemme tell ya:

Nasty

[to the beat of Ratchet Girl Anthem]

What follows is the truth.

Outa bed, lazy ass

get to class, crazy fast

sun high as fuck half the day's passed

sweet sleep can't last and I woke up nasty

oh em gee, wut do he hav on? (he nasty!)

his hungova ass shoulda stayed ahome (because he nasty)

gimme yaphone, ima take this critter picture (he nasty!)

got it, it's going on my twitter (oh, he so nasty)

he looks grungy he looks groggy like he's stoned (he nasty!)

why he in rags if he's rich, he ain't po (and he still nasty)

I jus wanna throa towel at his face (because he nasty)

such an eye-sore, outta-place disgrace (he nasty)

True, same old pants as yesterday

same jeans same briefs as yesterday

had a few wet dreams since yesterday

so  I might not smell my best today

But I'm not gonna stress bout mess today

I got no girl to impress today

Altoid mint, brush and spit, no clean t-shirt, shit, I'll be okay

And I ain't showered like I oughta

Styled my hair with water

look like I crawled outta cupboard like a muggle Harry Potter

Ain't had time to roll deo this morn'

fresh b.o., that's my cologne

Don't give a fuck what you think, I'm grown

So I'll stink link the mink in that Macklemore song

Opposite of mister Clean, rinse my mouth with listerine

sweet caffine, my gasoline, straight black no cream

toss it down lookin mean like that college kid meme

oh em gee, wut do he hav on? (he nasty!)

his hungova ass shoulda stayed at home (because he nasty)

gimme yaphone, ima take this critter picture (he nasty!)

got it, it's going on my twitter (oh, he so nasty)

he looks grungy he looks groggy like he's stoned (he nasty!)

why he in rags if he's rich, he ain't po (he still nasty)

I jus wanna throa towel at his face (because he nasty)

such an eye-sore, outta-place disgrace (he nasty)

In the corner of my class want an empty seat

to my left cuz I don't smell sweet

You might catch a whiff: maybe sweat or skeet

But here comes that girl again, oh sheeeeet

She rock the hottest body in chemistry

She gotta keep walkin, no, she's next to me

Why oh why'd she sit next to me

Can't let her looks or mine get the best of me

And so, I sigh,

At least she's wearing them yoga pants,

She prolly partied last night, with her friends, at a dance

And here there's still no chance for romance,

I still look like trash, wish she'd just walked past

so I could watch that ass from behind dark glasses

041113

A little ditty I'm working on instead of working. Meant to be spit rapid fire.

Hih hop it's go time
tick tock, clock's chimin
and I'm in
tip top condition
splittin hairs with precision with each critical hit I'm spittin from a sittin position
it's simple but vicious
released inhibitions
it burns and it itches like popped pimple emmissions (ewww)
that's just what I do
I smile like a child
dimples like it's christmas
having visions of business
want a tongue nimble enough to enrich this a ton or just havin fun
play with it long, string it along stackein paper like a don but it's college-ruled and it's torn
head full of heart song pants with a hard on
too damn strong to be wrong when you done caught on I'm long gone
As yet no set to rep, what I get it's from vets I've never met,
like E-40, but like concrete tryna set
no fly shorty, no g, pr or jet,
need a quarty, lost a dime in my last bet,
they say time is a teacher, then I'm its favorite little pet.

Phew. Gotta add to this later.

041113

Rafia Zakaria and Medea Benjamin just spoke at UCSD on Tuesday, following 4 days of protest in front of a local company that produces the CIA's most infamous new toy of destruction. What they said was illuminating - and inspiring.

This is what I wrote.

Modern Warfare

Modern warfare, outta sight outta mind
See no evil speak no evil, mainstream media's blind
So we hear no evil, we left our souls with our soldiers behind
A new way to reap a profit, new human meat to grind

The sya we fight for human rights, and I say they're all liars
rushin Alaskan pipelines to pour fossil fuel on the fires
expanding the empire with your politicians for hire gotta stand  back and admire
the beauty the brutality the truth without factaulity in our perverted version of reality
a dead Colorado teen's another enemy causuality
Because one's a  child soldier, two's a drug deal
three's a drone strike target tryna institute sharia
don't give a shit if their target's sunni or shia
an aid worker, a doctor, or an elementary school teacher
because no other country has rights the US must respect
fuck the law, fuck the press we got borders to protect
we got more bombs to drop with an xbox kinect
FAA in the pockets of the military industrial complex
ALEC having tea parties with congressional group sex
who knows who they're gonna screw next, could be you next
The president's okayed it, congress is overrated
war lobby negotiated CIA manipulated
we import Air Jordan and export our own cargo
the side of the box reads "War Crimes Incorporated"

Modern warfare, outta sight outta mind
See no evil speak no evil, mainstream media's blind
So we hear no evil, we left our souls with our soldiers behind
A new way to reap a profit, new human meat to grind

[I also tweaked Put Your Records On to the same theme. Why? your guess is as good as mine... Maybe I'll finish this later:]

Little metal bird buzzes the village
Obama told me we don't need to worry
Fire came down like the rain
so clean
Little boys blown to bits with the concrete
They saaaay that sometimes
They might get it wrong, but it's all right
It's the safest way, turn and look away, we don't hesitate
[chorus]
Worldwide we send our drones, we think we're safe it home
We just pretend it's our air now
Hellfire, reapers reap, your freedom don't come cheap
We go ahead it's our air now
We'll beat the terrorists someday, somehow
We'll be the terrorists, we are, for now

040013

So I gave up. I do that sometimes. I was spending far too much time trying to impress people with shit I don't know about music. I couldn't keep it up.
But now I've got a more viable project. Hopefully I can learn a little about myself as I go:

Lyrics.

Who did I think I was, trying to be musical and funny and wise? I'm a writer. the most I can hope to be is funny. So poetry - rhymes - they are my solution.

I do this a lot, jot down snatches of lyrics in class, with some vague beat in my head. many of these songs or peices thereof already exist, and are written by real song writers. That's why I won't be taking credit for anything that gains the least bit of popularity around here.

Now, my first example. I'll try to do this everyday. Keep my mind nimble and all. No more boring introductions, thank gawd! If you were ever a student, you got sick of intros too.
I am a student, and this was a big hit in my writing/us history class. It's about our teacher, who is notorious for not allowing slackers like me on phones (I loot like I'm taking notes, ha ha, I'm rhyming).
You may recognize the song's structure. It's very, unreasonably, popular right now.


Jeff Gagnon style!... Gagnon style! [x2]

I'm droppin knowledge
from my new professorship in Marshall College
Lumumba-Zapata is what the students used to call it
But I'm not a Zappatista
I don't support the Communistas
I just like the girls who kinda feminista

Is Justice always fair?
Sometimes it is sometimes it's not, I've got gel in my hair
And I'll read to you a lot, and here's why you should care,
Don't wanna put you on the spot or cause a new red scare,
But who put that fence and boxes there?

so pay attention, see intersection
expand your brains (hey!)
understand Keynes (hey!)
the social safety net, don't go on facebook yet,
expand your brains (hey!)
understand Keynes (hey!)
And you'll respect the lady tritons in my
claaaa-aaaaa-aaa-aaa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ass!

[pause]

This is Gagnon style!
Jeff! Jeff, jeff jeffjeff, Jeff Gagnon style
Gagnon style!
Jeff! Jeff, jeff jeffjeff, Jeff Gagnon style
Heeeeeeey, no sexting, lady!
Jeff! Jeff, jeff jeffjeff, Jeff Gagnon style
Heeeeeeey, no sexting, lady!
Jeff jeff jeff jeff
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey

My crew is motley
We'll teach you Gagnon style
I've got chronic style, anti-hegemonic style
I'm not a commie
but it's not Mitt Romney's style
I've got chronic style, anti-hegemonic style

so come to class, yo
don't be an asshole
anti-hegemony (hey!)
know, check, and be (hey!)
Not time to shop, fool, dont make me DOC you
turn off your phone (hey!)
leave it at home (hey!)
And you'll respect the lady tritons in my
claaaa-aaaaa-aaa-aaa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ass!

[pause]

This is Gagnon style!
Jeff! Jeff, jeff jeffjeff, Jeff Gagnon style
Gagnon style!
Jeff! Jeff, jeff jeffjeff, Jeff Gagnon style
Heeeeeeey, no sexting, lady!
Jeff! Jeff, jeff jeffjeff, Jeff Gagnon style
Heeeeeeey, no sexting, lady!
Jeff jeff jeff jeff
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey

[crapper scene]
Not radical, leftist but soft-core
Like Mariscal, my style of teaching is not the norm
'cuz I do not conform
'cuz the master narrative is boring
My family's Irish-born and my name is Jeff Gagnon
you heard what I say?

Gagnon style!
Jeff! Jeff, jeff jeffjeff, Jeff Gagnon style
Heeeeeeey, no sexting, lady!
Jeff! Jeff, jeff jeffjeff, Jeff Gagnon style
Heeeeeeey, no sexting, lady!
Jeff jeff jeff jeff
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey

[pause]

Gagnon style!

(...and Gagnon was his name-o)

Nowa wordform Jay-Z (so sick)