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Preparing for Capture

by Illogic and Blockhead

Completely out of his mind in a matter of minuets Every foot step is by design As a matter of fact Believe me if I could define the start from finish I would recline relaxed in my lazy boy till the machines collapse Mechanical mechanism movement Malice in each smile Literal Canvas splashes conducive to balance on any scale The vanity of your religions abuse is valid with every mile Yet from justice you remain elusive as far as I can tell If there were only another tobacco fix the chop sticks could pick up the pieces Watch this broken heart dismantle to bits with an inhale Lost in a translation twist Language is fragile as peace is See we wish we could just flip a switch ditch normalcy and set sale. Random acts of status quo becomes the daily mathematics Madness starts to grow with every casualty of choice Actions start to slow your pace declines as you be come an addict Yearning for the hope of first discovering your voice Simultaneous laughter and sadness Circulates as Mary go rounds So long since there’s been a miracle round these parts Notice after the trailers foretell tragedy Pageantry not a sound Dead end clock in cinemas real on the reel so bleed art It's all Paintbrushes Kaleidoscopes Colored pencils It’s a lot easier to discover stencils then to remain an original If you can find the hope to sniff that keeps you high because you mind is dope The gift that you’ll unfold is just the tip of what you’re called to do.
Poster Boy 03:48
(Hook) We here to set the vibe for the day Watch how we play Live is the way we live Sorry for the delay The Mascot for have not’s And despising the decay Of hip Hop And it don’t stop (Repeat) Sick of the sun rise dying to birth this dismal darkness Bathing in sunshine at every chance as a starving artist Living 3/4s of the dream (more open to things) Dodging Scorpion Stings do to the intricacies of the rhyme scheme (Bring legs to the table) to take a stand we demand change (Though The Climates unstable) open hands can expand range I’m finding it a challenge just to listen To the blisterin cold spittin of the talent less division Inflicted with inflated narcissism promoting a heartless Vision that will eventually lead to selling souls for an imploding Mission The greed and self aggrandizing of these broken pistons Exposing the loathing of one’s self is a desensitizing Advertisement And while smiling you keep buying all of the Lying that they’ve written While I’m here trying to be an upright citizen with the gift I’ve been given (Bridge) The poster boy for artistry Walking the fine line of the Sky line to share a part of me Crowned by Divine right se hindsight has taught me To take it to the edge of my head and skydive Its so live to be alive Simply brilliant Today’s made for bet laid plans Just put your hands to the ceiling and take it there Who cares if they stare don’t fight the feeling We’ve broken bread between us now We’re family spilling calamity candidly (Hook) Mythical Tales of trivial triumphs told To boost physical sales And the Carp is biting The old has become classic the new to become plastic Igniting a generations melting while Honoring the most average Patron Empty elixir to a savage nation You’d think it was the Catalina wine mixer the way their salivating Most waiting the emergence of greatness Knowing that their purchase worth it and Worthy the bless the eardrum surface Illogic here to spread a hearts worth of artwork Along with blockhead who lays the undertow where the sharks lurk (Master of the voice box) Beats knock like the cops came Lucid limericks mimic the precision of tidal waves me and sound found a little hide away With just enough space for my style the play In the obscure Depths of the ocean Floor Flesh I dabble in everything that you long for And the a lot more where that came from. (Bridge) (Hook)
(Verse 1) Teach me to write and I’ll bring life to the page with the pen till words walk upright and take flight. I’ll craft a masterpiece of vivid visits to bridges of imagery concocting scores to absorb your energy. Teach me to speak and I’ll do things with speech never seen. My voice will paint scenes for the disturbed and give words a color scheme. Thought is the stream that feed the rivers of language So allow you’re self to drown I promise it’s painless; honest. Teach me to love and the sun will never set on your anxieties. It will be worth it. I know I’m not perfect, but I’ll try to be. I’ll collect each tear that rains from your cloudy eyes as a reminder that the pain dries with the sunrise. Teach me to listen to avoid land mines and sand traps and I’ll find my way by sniffing the sound of the hand claps. I have to relax before I relapse and loose track of the highlighted path I had marked on the map. Teach me teach and I’ll never cease to preach the gospel, I’ll yell war till my thoughts soar to reach apostles, I’ll walk on water and turn the water to wine if it takes for ever that’s better I’ve got nothing but time. (Hook) If you teach me then I’ll learn to be a human being active, I was told the steps to take I just haven’t had the practice. I was to consumed with how to graduate the fastest; but when fate broke the rose colored glass I aced my classes. If you teach me then I’ll learn, just keep curriculum cohesive, educate me in the promise land of times sandy beaches. Open the book of life to recite the lessons for today so I can finally realize what peace is. (Verse 2) I have to learn to walk so I can get off my hands and knees; Be a man stand and believe there’s forest beyond the trees; To know there’s still life beyond the withered leaves; To know there’s still warmth beyond the bitter breeze. I have to learn to breath and these cartons of cancer aren’t helping. I know it’s three parts suicide and one part rebellion. I seldom desire what’s left or right, I just hope the merch in the van is packed tight so I don’t get left tonight. I have to learn to escape, because I hate being atop this auction block waiting on display for the highest bidder. My patrons today will stay vibrant; I figure silence is the most dangerous violence in painted pictures. I have to learn to give, because I can take with the best of them. I have to learn to swim so I don’t drown in my ego. I have to learn to live so I don’t die with the rest of them. I have to learn to accept the words I say affects the people. Teach me to sing so I can bring harmony to the chaos. There’s more to explore with making noise then getting famous. I have to learn that the joy is where the pain is, so we earth dwellers can put away our umbrellas when the rain ends. (Hook) (Repeat to fade)
Ego's Orbit 02:15
I got a nicotine habit with a caffeine budget Swinging in a pristine hammock with the magic to function The rabbit hole is calling frantic without any assumptions I’m hear waiting with anticipation for the mad hatter to punch in Vigilantly Justice draped in a fancy dialog Your lack luster insurgence can’t see the Forrest for the fog I’ll hang you by the chorus for the love of repetition Then Hang you by the chorus for the love of repetition Circus side show simpleton with a hat to match Driven insane after a detour through the cabbage patch Dancing with the devil holding a double goose while I a 2 step 5 slugs and one empty chamber is how were playing roulette Well color me psychopath with a hint of Sky blue Completely Lost contact with my conscience as it died with the daylight I only laugh when inspired by the truth Every foot step is a conquest of what’s left to stay right...
HERstory 02:40
She was ten to twelve, hell immersed. She burst into tears when pops popped moms daily. Daily operation of defensive mechanics left her trust issues in the forefront, now she’s twenty simply timid to love. Above all she wanted to feel. She was haunted by memory reels of the bloody noses her mom rocked to sleep. Her self-esteem was a mountain too steep to climb so at times she’d sniff lines to leave he mind and find safety. She had nothing to stand for so she fell for everything voluntarily while longing to lead a life worth cherishing. This lead to one night of binging with alcohol, cigarettes, ex, coke and weed smoke which caused her to feel so empty. But the multitudes of men manipulated her melancholy. The only thing she felt the only thing she could control was her body. Her innocence was lost at 14, she left home at 16 with the clothes on her back and a duffel bag of shattered dreams. She camouflaged her screams with eyeliner and empty smiles, while the sunbeams beamed with a brilliance that was seen for miles. She needed someone to care but no one was there. Her best friends were Jack Daniels and a ragged childhood teddy bear companion. She floated on a sea of promise that trickled down the drain untill she crossed paths with a man who actually asked for her name. The sincerity in his eyes was a disguise that she was blinded by and for the first time she wanted to trust and didn’t know why. The next few weeks she couldn’t believe, because out of nowhere her Knight in shining armor galloped by on his noble steed. He showered her with hugs and unconditional love plus he had access to all the drugs she’d need. He gave her a sense of security and purpose and for the first time in her life she didn’t feel worthless. He was her savior, thorn crown and all. Now she soars above clouds with no plans to fall. His rep preceded every step he took because he was a hustler by nature, believe me whatever your taste he had the flavor. Weeks turned to months and with that sniffed lines turned to needle tracks. The soft words turned to hard slaps and the memory reels played back. Now she rock’s to sleep bloody noses and black eyes crying why, shot lies in her veins to stay high. She tried to run from the past the futures destined to be; now she’s a battered junkie with no hope at 23. She didn’t care how hard he hit because she was convinced that that love was rough. Plus he showed his love when he tied her off to shoot up. She’d been trained that love was pain from childhood. She had her father to thank for the holding tank in which she now stood. With no room to breathe she OD’d clutching her teddy bear, the funeral was small only her mother and minister were there. Mom came home to pops drunk and passed out and with tears in her eyes she smothered him with a pillow that covered his mouth


released June 5, 2012


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