Cloud 9 ep

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released January 1, 2010

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Track Name: Fat Tip
head spinning around, interstellar space bound --- bounty hunter with a hunch that I’ve finally found
a death match, a fat sack, let’s get down ~~, -- it’s PAC man with a back-pack and a fat frown /
cap straight forward an asian fro on the crown; burn by the ounce, surrounded by outsiders
It’s feet first; -- then a pound to the ground and, this earthquake shakes the vigor to move mountains
we play cool, like checkmate on your Kaiser --- we way rude, on a scale of one through five,
we’re, triple six, the sun of a gun fire --- a ripple effect will in fact infect your spinal
cord connecting to complex intersecting / resonance, heaven sent winds catch riffs
in space as an invasive species adrift / --- faith in the cosmos, time continuum rip

and we trace the galaxy, with a fat tip
grey matter brain pattern STREAM and transmit
frequencies Through SCATTERED LIGHT SPEED we speak,
fractured pieces reflect humanities grief

and we trace the galaxy, with a fat tip
WE’RE more than a MARIONETTE on a string THEORY
carry the burdens, ancestors in peace
scattered pieces reflect humanities grief

we binge think, envision a kingdom, swim free --- through gravity, eating the apple of eden /
roots, through stems – TO the / tip of the leaves and DIS/PERSED through the FRUIT; PLANT the seeds properly
knowledge REIGNS supreme, -- competitions keen --- honesty we speak to hostages of deceit
object is to keep calm, progressing the fleet / headstrong, we live long inside this beast

the energy that carves drawings into the carbon; stardust, locked in the dark, but not us
story cloth tellers / voice box synopsis, concocted supremacy don’t stop us
so WE - trace the galaxy with a fat tip ----- face reality, strategy is to get connected
paradise exists a BIT closer than you think -- with a little help from a friend we’re able to reach bliss
Track Name: Paradise
in the breeze with the sun shining, all, on, me ~ /
windows rolled down, gas, gauge, on, E /

torn blue jeans and a hoody over the tee /
no socks, just fresh sneaks on, the, feet ~ /

rust on the beater like its been through a, - fire /
no tread left on the 4 rubber tires ~ /

but, no slipping – sliding – cuz the ice, done melted /
cruising - down - the – ave, like a pirate on a ghost ship /

over - confident a, bout nothing - to - jump - for - joy - for/
wolf in sheepskin, til you begin to hear me, roar ~ /

summer in. the. city gets the women, more, giddy/
like a kitty on the catnip, -- kiss the fat lips /

stereo bumping cuz the potholes, are, deep /
and the screws in the speakers can’t hold them in place /

the CD skips, like the last day of school, see /
a rusted ole mule .. and a fool in the front seat /

what can I say, it’s another day in paradise ---→
yes, I can leave, but I love it and it seems so right --→

ya see the cities landscape leaves me in a daze
and the clear skies share my same reason to stay

never seem to get enough of these summer days
Never let the storm rain down on my parade

it’s easy being me, so I hear they say in, - deed /
blue collar with the blood and sweat, on, the, sleeves /

I’ve got a lot to learn and got a lot more to, see /
So let’s cruise down the boulevard, - roll, towards the beach /

destruction on the streets contours run, a, muck /
laid back, -- I guess I’ll take the scenic, route /

parking lots sparkle, with cars, worth more, than - me ~ /
these rims on these bucket could feed me, for, weeks

and the grinning of these teeth could pay most of my bills /
put the bait on the hook and I wind up the reel /

see me at the waters edge fishing for a meal /
yea, its no big deal, if I don’t eat, I’mma still /

work for mines, my pops taught me the basics /
poker face til they folding out with their aces /

rolling down the streets sipping on my saliva /
traffic jams ugly like the drain in the shower /

but what can I say, it’s another day in paradise --→
yes, I can leave, but I love it and it seems so right --→>>

ya see the cities landscape leaves me in a daze
and the clear skies share my same reason to stay

never seem to get enough of these summer days
Never let the storm rain down on my parade --→

A midsummer nights dreaming on a kite string/
See if lightning don’t strike then the keys slides in /

Live by the sword, and I’mma die as it’s neighbor /
Bring the sails down, and release this anchor /

Warm breeze in the ozone, got my chromosomes /
Bubbling like a tar pit bull on the bone /

Ice cube melting with a fine tune gently swimming
In the airwaves heading my way

See the clouds in the air -- smoothly reflect on the mirror /
and the objects seem closer, closer than they appear /

maybe it’s the weather or the 2 piece tans /
but I wish I was a pebble where you sit in the sand /

in a pretty city like this, sun shine and bliss /
hear the sound of the music, in the air, in the mix /

Til I’m on top of the world
the worlds on my shoulder blades /
reach for the clouds and continue on sailing /
Track Name: Bad Kids
bad kids, do back flips on mattresses
Strike matches just to turn objects to ashes
Stay fresh, but they want us caged up
children of the war, the secret walks among ya

you see these earth worms --- fingers full of mud
In your apple tree, sling shot killing doves
Grizzly bear feet in the gravel til it hurts
Grass stained jeans, tee shirt full of dirt

Baseball cap, worn out dope sneakers
At the payphone, collect / calling to strangers
Fast to act real, with the bad kid attitude
Smash glass windows on classic automobiles

Steal tape decks cuz minimal pay checks
Got us craving for something we can’t get BUT
We not gangstas, we just tired of this racism
What can I say, we just raised differently


bad kids, do bad things with good intentions ~
learn lessons in a life that’s unforgiving ~
never spoiled / and never rotten
slaackers, we not; work with what we got

bad kids, back up the talk with real action
bad language, yea, we cause damage ~
put up your dukes -- get loose,
no silver spoon, just blood, sweat and bruises


Bad KIDS SEE, we didn’t join little league
Join the boy scouts, we just hung out in the streets
Sensory overload so we / learned to release
In the office throwing punches with the dean

Under street lights, spray paint, stolen / bikes
Way before mics was a part of this life
Earned our marks with fist fights in closed parks
Paid our dues with black eyes and cold hearts

close knit family, Swing with accuracy
No knives or guns see, just pride and energy
Let the skill speak, strength, agility and speed
If you feel me, then you let it all un -- leash

On the real see, our lives’ll never be complete
they can call us names in the street but they easily
crawling on their knees, they all in with a ---- bluff /
We the bad kids, THEY the kids WE call shmucks


break


bad kids, don’t raise our hands up in the class
stay absent no excuse and skip detention
no attention span for your trash and we clash with
prep kids and jock straps that think they fabulous

get your nap in, ya mama’s baby boy
we the bad kids, the type they try to avoid
in the bathroom, graffiti on the wall
skipping prep rallies cuz we not one of ya’ll

free lunch and cutting in line, see they bring
gourmet meals in-a paper bag and complain
bet it’s nice when you got real nice things while we
trading lunch tickets for buss passes and ice cream

we the bad kids live a life full of trouble
sugar rice water suffice when we got hungry
never take to heart IF they call YOU A failure
we the bad kids and bad kids stick together
Track Name: Love Lost
Lounging on the train - street SMARTS of mark twain
When the fog lift the bloodSTAINS still remain
I’m leaving home, on the ROAD, heading who knows -- where?
In the eye of the STORM nobody sheds a tear

No CARE in this life and no FEAR of this cruel world
It’s a fool’s choice to be living like WHIRLWIND - BUT
This boiling kkkettle cccconsist of ALLL that’s infinite
Mr FRES SAWYER digs deep, PROVIDES the anguish

Now the scores settled when the symphony assists
And the MISERY persist -- with the plot change and twist
The whispers that you hear seem to be what you had wished
And the grapevine delays TIME with all this fiction

Yes, it’s the addiction, a ppppurely ppppperfect rendition
A tragedy of -- your caliber to keep you guessing
That, I’m not your stepping stone, I’m solid concrete
The ink starts flowing and unfolds the story of the


(killer) got a rain cloud that follows me around
(See) the sun don’t shine when you’ve hit rock bottom
I’m a killer, got to get out of this town cuz the sound
Of the scream seem to keep giving me all these problems

I’m a killer, got a rain cloud that follows me around
(See) the sun don’t shine when you’ve hit rock bottom
I’m a killer, got to get out of this town cuz the sound
Of the scream seem to keep giving me all these problems


See I’m not a bad person, just misunderstood
With a bloody knife and a pool of blood on the floOR
It’s moore than the love lost, it’s the unspoken
Emotions buried under the surface slowly

Eroding into nothing, the blood then starts rushing
Wondering why it’s come to this, I malfunctioned
Let the dust settle, the thought bubble combust
And we’re caught in the middle of a romance corrupted


The MURDER of a MELODY – the Conductor’s passion
Turn another page to reveal the blank chapter
The loneliness we feel, lingers inside the absence
The message remains the same and everlasting

THE only way -- we’ll break way is through destruction
The love went astray, dazed and left disgusted
But underneath the murder mystery we gained something
Lock the memories in the dungeon and keep running
Track Name: Plastic Cassette Tapes
I speak easy like, boot - legging the words I stir, up /
Not in cursive, but my penmanships perfect! ~ /

You throwing raw meat at a full grown, griffin /
You pre Madonna cubs ain’t nothing, but a gimmick ~ /

You cats ain’t ready - I’m, a yeti - in the snowstorm /
Four by four pick up, golden fleece to keep, me - warm /

I’m on my way to zion, you only reaching FOR babylon /
I’m tired of the struggle, but ya’ll rip van winkle /

Sprinkle some pixie dust on your wings and you’ll fly? /
You fairy tale emcees is the reason I take flight /

I told you in the beacon of light, I’m ill sick /
Make your brain twist, like electric kool aid drinks /

It’s no movement -- it’s collision of tectonic plates /
No conclusion, so let’s see where this will takes us /

It’s the phenomenon, time to be cool like Travolta /
Ya emcees Heath Ledgers --- a dead joker /


While you twiddling your thumbs and giving the middle finger /
I’m out in the forest, chopping myself some timber /

Flask full of liquor book full of soliloquies /
You thinking 6 figures, I’m singing songs for infinity /

Charlie Chaplin actors sounding like you some fools /
Cracked the pro tools, now you’ve got yourself a studio? /

I started with the analog multi track knob twisting /
Beat box looping with sample and then I mixed in /

In the sequence, merge the MIC and spit /
Words meet when the reversed beat first hits /

Eq and add an effect, as a matter of fact /
Even though I’m head of the class, no time to slack /

Giving you a slap on the back or even a dap /
Whether you feel it or not it’s like that/

You want the green stuff, I’ve just got the blues /
I bring the hip hop that stays true to the roots /
Still underground like the velvet, and when I sell out /
Someone make sure, my action figure, has a steel mouth /

kung fu grip, real hair and some accessories /
Remote control car with my image, cuz that’s necessary /

Put the grill on the cereal box ~, for the mothers /
I’m use to having it placed on the milk carton covers /

Drop the bass out - let me control it with the rhythm see ~ /
Planet of the apes, escaping your primitive speech /

You thought it was over with the 10 count in the ring /
you’ve only begun to taste a fragment of what I bring /

Grim reaper creeping and breathing on down your neck /
It’s the close line, head in the corner buckle and slam /

Damn this kid, is outta control, he’s at it again /
Hungry like the wolf, - I’m not talking duran duran /

Been writing this book, a novel for all who listen /
Fres, putting in work --- poems of an assassin /





Intergalactic bboys
Plastic cassette destroyers
Track Name: Departure of Venus
Trouble finds her, when she tries to avoid it /
You can smell it in the air, it’s a poison

She getting tired of the way --- the coin / flips
The irony - follows in her footsteps

You see, the twister - rip / her with its motion
(She in a dream on repeat, decomposing)

The only feeling – ISSS - to keep moving ~
BEEN doing what you doing, show and proving

The brick road to home is just too cold
Perhaps, change’ll bring her back to zero

She fell asleep at the feet of the scarecrow

Awoken up, -- she need a real hero
The mirror shows she’s been through war

More than she could handle but she still stay ---- strong
A young soul in search of a better world

The pain hurts, but she keeps moving on


The only path she has now is the unknown
The other path’s the last thing she did wrong

It’s given way to the shape of this outcome
She all alone TIL she find how to get home

Break

The only path she has now is the unknown
The other path’s the last thing she did wrong

It’s given way to the shape of this outcome
She all alone TIL she find how to get home

Trouble finds her, when she try to avoid it /
You can smell it in the air, it’s a poison

She getting tired of the way - coin / flips
The irony - follows in her footsteps

you see the way they behave, gets her upset
ANOTHER day she’d forget, but ToDAYS different

making way for the ones who keep swimming
(it’s a shame they don’t see the waves rippling)

the ocean SHE SAILS is way too cold
perhaps change / will bring her back to zero

She fell ASLEEP AT the BEACH with the SEAGULLS

Awoken up, cuz she need TO BE the hero
The mirror shows she’s BRAVED the STORM

More than she could handle AND she’s still STAY strong
A young soul in search of a better world

The pain hurts, AND she keeps moving on


The only path she has now is the unknown
The other path’s the last thing she did wrong

It’s given way to the shape of this outcome
She all alone TIL she find how to get home
Track Name: Invisible Ink
I’m incomplete unstable medicated meditating underneath the moonlit sky / unable /
to breathe, make way for the aggravation, the feeling of not having the bare / necessities

( Motivated by decaying state of broken dreams? )

I’ve had enough of not having enough and neither the world nor the heavens gives a FUCK / or a damn of whether we wreaking havoc or leaving pastures / of beauty for the next man and their kin /

walking the weathered streets with nothing but bare feet in these barren lands ( I can barely stand? )

(break)

I’m a traveling road show with a potent potion of hope
Just a poet on the podium, stopping to smell the roses
Smoke and mirrors, choking on interferences
I’m not broken, I’m just coping with unfamiliar notions
Golden eras, listen closely while the tear drops

(break) COME ON!

I’m painting pictures with invisible ink blurred
They spill the blood of the victim seeking the cure

You’re painting pictures with invisible ink blurred
They spill the blood of the victim seeking the cure

We’re painting pictures with invisible ink blurred
They spill the blood of the victim seeking the cure

beautiful pictures with invisible ink blurred
why spill the blood of the victim seeking the cure?

(break)






(1:50)

Clenching on to the thought one day they might be wise men
Escaping from the darkness no longer living divided
A secret life lived, a misguided enlightment
They stab the knife in and twist the reason why we like this
A righteous like minded individual ready to ignite and visions like this are the reasons why I write

Poetry


(break)

I’m painting pictures with invisible ink blurred
They spill the blood of the victim seeking the cure

You’re painting pictures with invisible ink blurred
They spill the blood of the victim seeking the cure

We’re painting pictures with invisible ink blurred
They spill the blood of the victim seeking the cure

beautiful pictures with invisible ink blurred
why spill the blood of the victim seeking the cure?

(break - tempo change)

I keep my ear low to the concrete, you can find the thoughts
Inside me where they haunt me nightly so you’ll often find me in the fifth dimension

(break)

With a fast pace I trace in slow motion and observe through the scopes until I’ve opened the time zones

let’s keep it going


I call it hip hop.
Track Name: Cloud 9
I’ve seen the light at the end of the tunnel
and I followed it until I found the power for the inner struggle
Before the day ends make sure that I’ve grown just a tad bit more than the day that has blown - Away

I can’t leave it up to fate, I’ve got to take it face first, with my head held high
And a sudden burst of energy I use to keep alive

A feast for my soul that most try to interpret
Asleep and alone and the words give me comfort

I seek nothing, but a peaceful suffering at the end
Perspectives blurred and the mind needs direction

Accomplishment is an achievement long over due and
And to do this, release the pain through the music

Let them have it, they never seem to understand it
I’m capable of, singing with the pain, ain’t that something?

You’re capable of taking it for granted when I love it
My soul spills the life liquids onto this canvas

If you looking for the answers to your questions
I don’t have them

I’ve seen the light at the end of the tunnel
and I followed it until I found the power for the inner struggle
Before the day ends make sure that I’ve grown just a tad bit more than the day that has blown – Away

I say it best when I’m trying to get you vexed
I put a hex on whoever can not connect

I take you back through my history, but it doesn’t reflect
Who you think I am
because what I am to you …
is just another dead poet without a clue until I’ve spoken

I’m just as pitiful as the rest but my perception of life’s just a beautiful view of my intellect

Now see the light, it’s a stunning resemblance, I’m headed, towards an exit
I’m eccentric they say, natural multiple personality disorder, and


The closer I get, the farther it pulls back
The more bizarre the thoughts, the more I know I ought to relax

Side by side with the titans in my younger years,
I kept fighting with gods as if I was - a peer

It’s do or die in this struggle to understand
the muffled communications we so urgently demand

I keep at bay my spirituality - meditating on top of a grave yard city
I dig deep for the meanings I’m scared to speak

I’m incomplete
So I’m letting the heart bleed

I’ll make it easy those who can not explain it
I make it difficult for those who can’t appreciate it

I write the words that are hard for me to say and
I mark the map with an x so you can find me later

I’m outter space, with a falling star guiding me
And if the transmission gets to you in time see

I hope you hear it,
I left this world, I saw the light

I freed my spirit
And I write to you -- this, letter from cloud nine

I’ve seen the light at the end of the tunnel
and I followed it until I found the power for the inner struggle
Before the day ends make sure that I’ve grown just a tad bit more than the day that has blown - Away

Up on cloud NINE, waiting for you to find
Gravel stone hiding, in deep blue Poseidon