Skilled Trades

They ask what I do, I don’t know what to say
Am I a Jester? With words I do play
Or maybe a knight, got dragons to slay
But I’m more like a craftsman, working in words
Yea, a rhyme smith, pounding out verbs
You see I take my tongs and grab a point
Put it in my fire and make a red hot joint
Grab my hammer and pound it home
Pump these bellows to blow up your dome
These beats are the anvil that I’m working on
Sounds of work are the sounds of this song
And I keep on working shaping this metal
Doing what I gotta to prove my mettle
Till I gotta take it off the heat and let it settle
Pause and let the crowd cool down
Can’t see it now but I’m forging a crown

Break time’s over now its back to the grind
My mouth is a furnace got fire in my mind
Reheat the beat and awake the coals
Light from ashes makes food for souls
I can handle this heat so I’m in the kitches
Baking up this batch so finger lickin
Good master smith cookin at my forge
Crafting rhymes deeper than a gorge
Glimpse the abyss underneath my veneer
You still polite but I can smell the fear
Don’t worry about me I expel my madness
Throw it on the page and I never miss
Then I take my pen and I craft away
Work in this smithy like every day
Molding words feels like playing with clay
Writing poetry just to feel ok

with a why

I know a girl with diamonds in her eyes
She’s got a smile that makes all the boys die
Guards her heart so they don’t make her cry
And she spells her name with a why

A question on her tongue and a song on her lips
Only problem is you keep watching her hips
And in the night you keep passing like ships
Missed connection, misdirection, confused mess
Wonder how she keeps up with all the stress
It’s so hard to never settle for less
When you reach for the stars you might get burned
And to stone your heart might have turned
But know that truth is always here or there
Always have a friend with an ear and a tear
Know that hearts stay strong far and near
Invisible connection through the years

Distance grows and people change
Although they stay the same its always strange
We live and love and we grow strong
Till that girl you knew one day is gone
Replaced by the woman in this song
No more childlike nights under city lights
Getting drunk with boys wearing tights
We learn to sin because we love to grin
Sipping on gin and juice, young and loose
Learning to smoke, godlike in the first toke
And we always used to go for broke

So this one goes out to the girl with all the questions
Dedicated to growing up in new directions

DJ Squiblur, MC Satyre and the Nebulanis Orchestra

drop truthbombs under cover of city nights
Red flowers bloom when I grab the mic
Explosions grow from the ground where I walk
Johnny appleseed I plant trees as I talk
Smoke trees while we stalk
Street poetry on the move
Keep riding the wave of the groove
Let it crest and feel the music wash through you
Bask in the bliss and let it improve you
Smoke some of this and let it soothe your soul
My thoughts would like to fill your hole
Rowdier than a bunch of drunken frat boys
I bang on your ears, bringing this noise
Pound on the ear drums, bongo bongo
Beat it wet and dirty like we in the congo
Turn this stage into a jungle
Dance like monkeys listening to spongle
Trance in your head outside of your body
Watch yourself as you start to party
The music takes you up to the sky
While you dance in pants filled with fire ants
Liar, liar, lies blow up in your face
Take this shit into outer space!
Now its intergalactic rhyme time, climb into the sky on a vine
Rising higher than a spire, my spaceship climbs on a tail of fire
Start to pierce the clouds so white, leaving behind all that’s trite
Get so high we must be deep, get so low we start to creep
Outside your windows in your soul we sleep
Speaking truth like the dreaming brain
riding the line between ok and insane
Cuz we’ve stared into the abyss and didn’t blink
But we rose up stronger and didn’t sink
Seen the evil and seen the madness, played with the devil and his sadness
Dancing with the divine, feeling pretty fine, release my mind
Know that music unites all kinds
Find the balance, find the beam, find the space between the seam
We’re behind the screen, been inside the image and returned to tell
The path that we travel seems the path to hell
But we walked it sideways and we never fell
Caught on the brink, stay on the surface and never sink
Surf these sins like thugs ride on rims just watch these grins
Playin with my heart like it was a toy, I moved on now I ain’t a little boy
Now I play my part and I play it to the hilt
Pinball so hard that the screen goes TILT
Found truth inside of humor, good times here ain’t no rumor
Its just what we do, we chop and we screw
Beats and broads, sweets beats expose frauds
Show the realest and the rawest in our art
Draw a picture of my heart
On this canvas I will start
Trace with words from a world apart

Untitled

Unconscious beauty, unspoken words, things unsaid things unheard
But everything’s been said, its all sad and I’m still dead
Inert stuck in the earth like a clod of dirt
But still I hurt
Don’t mean to be curt
But if I speak too much I might just burst
Overflowing my banks like a river, the lake undammned
maybe I never deserved a thanks, still for your sake I’ve been damned
In hell? more like purgatory for real
Trapped in stasis a soul will never heal
And the only places I go feel like limbo
Where I never grow, only plateau, what do you know
Who knew silence could say so much, besides paul and art
Who knew a glance could weigh more than a touch, so far apart
Who knows the things unsaid in sideways eyes
All I know is that I want to be inside your thighs
Woman in these lines to you I will spit no lies,
Woman to me you are beautiful every day and every night
Wanna say so but I can’t speak, my lips stay sealed tight
Afraid that one word could sever something forever
And I know I’m rhyming but not trying to be clever
Just trying to explore these strange notions
This is the only time I expose my emotions
Always hidden behind walls of wit so sarcastic
True thought is ballsy, commitment drastic
And I’m a coward, composed of plastic
Fake all the time; yet spit truth when I rhyme

Si Se Puede

Spontaneous, breathless, young and restless
New wave of faded beats we impress heads
Stressless, strained, fingers white
Grabbing the wheel with fingers tight
We take control in the moment
No direction home we ain’t content
Contents sealed we packaged fresh
Off the boat from foreign shores
Coming here to break down doors
Smash the windows and wreck the system
We’ve got voices that need a listen
So lend an ear romans come to hear
Truth and knowledge streaming from your peer
Peer in age but peerless on the stage
I’m here right now to vent some rage
Cuz kids are dying overseas / kids are dying picking peas
Babies dies with bellies empty / starving in the land of plenty
Lost our jobs we’ve been robbed
Going broke, shit ain’t no joke
Bills to pay for grandma's medicine
And grandpa’s paying for his sins
While complacency is all I see around me
No one cares and if they do
There’s nothing they can really do
Besides vote for the right guy and get a job
Donate to charity but don’t act like a slob
Nothing ever changes and it makes me sick
Between six kinds of wrong we have to pick
And everyone keeps on humming along
We all know the tune to our master’s song
Don’t realize that we’re just the chorus
That there is a them and an us
That they rule while we suffer
And while we’re blind shit gets rougher
So I’m here to rip away the gauze
To tear down the veil is my cause
My little fingers tickling your eardrums
Making you wake up like kick drums
So stand up and ask for better
Cast aside the label, remote, fetter
Shed the programming and find yourself
Love thy neighbor and toast his heath
Topple the system and scream fuck the man
Know if I can do it then you can
Say it with me now “if I can do it you can”

Situationist Inspiration

Creativity, spontaneity on the page
Actors seeing the stage of life
Lifestyle of poetic strife
Lose yourself in the artistic moment
Let time slip by and be content
Find your mind inside the vortex
Expand your soul with tantric sex
Release your stress and just relax
Break old bonds and get atomic
Explode, explore organic or robotic
Fuse in to the future so bionic
Beauty in the subjective instant
Through your eyes I become transcendent
Illuminating with words incandescent
What was once called heaven sent
Understand you are what was meant

Purple Days

Searching for the maybe unknown uncertain truth
Saccharine words have made a hole in my tooth
I’m done with candy, done with wasted time
Can’t handle this talent can’t stop the rhyme
Can’t damn the torpedoes they got to flow
Gonna sink your battleship dontcha know
Like a barefoot sprinter but sprinting in place
Never move but we still won the race
Go far enough you see your own face
Cuz time’s what we do and gravity’s where we are
So lets all dance the night away on mars
Science fiction, science with imagination
Sneaking in these heady concepts like immigration
Same as border jumping my shits illegal
Outlawed, persona non grata still regal
Bearing of a prince, artist formerly known as
Purple rain, purple haze purple days pass
By like pharcyde cydeways getting in that ass
While we get sidways smoking that grass
Turning on and tuning in
Getting our daily dose of sin
Doing wrong but it feels so right
Because evil things are my delight
Sweet transgression in the night

Fresstyle

so what is this? And what is that?
Looks like a skit, sounds like some scat
Bobba doo wopdop doo wop doo dat
Old school like jazz man hep cat
No fedora I wear a red hat
Red cap mushroom makes Mario fat
Super plumber not dumb and dumber
Smart shit here we never blunder
Pirate shit, yea we get plunder
Take it from you with words of thunder
Thor norse storm god puts you under
Lighting strike makes me stronger
Electrical power I go longer
Energizer bunny, his name is sweets
Me and him used to run these streets
Running from cops or smoking the tops
For heady buds we making stops
Brakelights flashing, cars crashing
We drive past, radio blasting

America Makes Crazies

don draper in a brand new cadillac
windows down, smokin a fatty sac
rolled these images up in a big ole blunt
makin men mad like a tasty little cunt
mad men making mad money
hot hands handling a pot o honey
we sell dreams like stirling cooper
telling everybody shits just super
but its all fucked, we're all going to hell
can't you see the signs, can't you tell
the writing on the wall is on your screen
scream all you want, times is mean
and we gotta eat, so we turn to crime
its either that, or learn how to rhyme

goofy musketeers pt 2

Lets attack this shit and rid the dub
Feel it wash over you like a wave
Rub it around and become its slave
Worship the beat with my verses
Get so funked up we need nurses
Like helloo style, make a brother wild
Sister girl come get down with me
Don’t make me say plea-he-hease
Baby cuz you. You got what I need
And you say hes just a friend who never sleeps
Woman you know the biz we play for keeps
Watch our for the storm we gonna reap
Whirlwind coming to scatter sheep
Twist up minds like I twist up kinds
Roll up the joint as I stay on point
Hit this blunt as we hit the front
Getting crunk but not even drunk
Just dancing like a fool with the lady molly
This baby girl shows how to pop a lolli
Off like shirts poppin up in the dirt
Getting dirty and we getting filthy
We just rockin so glitched out grimy
And if you want to go just try me
Cuz I’m the king of this town
A man with an invisible crown
Droppin off just to catch the sound
Whompin on down to the ground
Get so low the dub transfixes
I lost my mind within these mixes
Found something better with all the fixins
Life is dub, dance, trickses
Or treats, I kick it with sweets
Love my brother like I love my streets
So I’ma just shut up and ride the beats

goofy musketeers pt 1

Nebulonis orchestral and spaceman satyre
Two musicians who create hot fire
Not stolen from some god above
But crafted from respect and love
Labour like Hercules we’ve got the fleece
Golden like apples from ancient Greece
Like greek fires you can’t put us out
And when the ladies see us they like to shout
Scream, rip off they clothes and pounce
Cuz they know whos got that headie bounce
These dank ass beats that we deliver
Lace em up so cold you start to shiver
While I feel the cold and just ignore it
Eat the beat like an apple I core it
Find the heart and play my part
Drop some words from a world apart
Separate in space, far away in time
Ya’ll hear the future when I rhyme
Like doc brown and marty we time traveling
Watch the tapestry start unraveling
Cuz these are the end days can’t see ahead
By 2012 we may all be dead
So enjoy it while you can and have a ball
Stay at the bar until last call
Live your life up to the fullest
While we remain, simply the truest

Tonight at the Barrymore

Just got a dose of wu tang, the illest and the realest rap gang
Now my face is dead but you still see me
Call it ghost like watching Demi
Moore we be asking for like rhymefest
But he hit the wayside with all the rest
When the Ironman sets down in town to seize the crown
In this torrent of words I begin to drown
Cuz this man owns the sound and knows the crowd
He got us living in his chest like a Duracell
As he began to sign those songs we knew so well
Tony Starks hitting the highlights of a great life
Set up by skyzoo, assisted by his man trife
This man started to tell some stories of strife
Streets poetry laid down on the dankest beats
And whenever shit went down he would bring the heat
Wu-tang head bangers, breaking plenty necks
Heads hit the ceiling when they scratch the decks
Pretty Toney balls hard, he knows all the angles
Rocking his red ass wallabies and kangol
House kept bumping, everybody jumpin
Bass so loud the windows thumpin
Rhymes so fire they burn up the page
And girls so fly they lift up the stage
Ghost gets the ladies up there grooving
Down in the crowd everybody keep moving
Heads nodding, hands in the air
Tony Starks is going on a tear
Ripping up the joint, with the clan on point
Soldiers in the front with that honey blunt
Troops on the left ready for some theft
Ghostdeini on stage the rapping mage
Wizard of poetry from the emerald city
Killin it in Madison he got no pity
with wu-tang your sword’s gotta be the keenest
And your rhymes they need to be the meanest
Yet amongst this clan, one man’s the best
Ghostface Killah, the greatest of all time
Best emcee to ever rock a rhyme
(At least that’s how I see it in my mind)