Word to yo Motha!

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From the upcoming LP "Bigger Than This!"
 

"Drowning"

My heart races fast,
like car chases- CRASH!
But brilliance resides in dark places.
Out the ash blazes a phoenix in full flight
just when you think beating the odds a fool’s fight.
You can lose almost anything, just don’t lose sight.
Keep your eyes facing forward and choose life
‘cause life may seem like a bitch but shit changes,
and diving in the other direction is straight aimless.
Turn to the darkness and scream:
“You can’t hurt this
light cause if I’m still alive it means there’s still purpose!”
Carry on trooper, pain is part of life.
You made it through the good times, you’ll make it through the strife.

(x2)
Lately...
Feels like I’ve run out of options.
I’m tired of running.
Lately...
Feels like I’ve run out of air...
I think I’m drowning.

Drowning in them bottles of liquor is doing nothin’.
You’re facing demons, what you think they doin’, bluffin’?
Play wisely when your chips are down,
everything flips around.
You just gotta stay in the game and winner gets the crown.
And I ain’t saying you gon’ win em’ all,
but pick yourself up the first time
and next time you know you’ll witstand the fall.
Survival makes you stronger.
To eat you need this hunger.
So just embrace what you’re feelin’, it won’t be here much longer.
All that silver lining bullshit is true, it’s right there.
You just gotta thug it out, nightmares don’t fight fair.
But keep your guard up.
Don’t forget to breathe homie.
Stay in the battle a bit longer,
don’t you leave on me.
I’ve heard you say that “life’s a bitch and then you die.”
Well somewhere in between is the part about being alive.
There’s ups and downs, yeah...
It’s all part of the ride.
I know it’s hard to see it now but try. Try.

(x2)
Lately...
Feels like I’ve run out of options.
I’m tired of running.
Lately...
Feels like I’ve run out of air...
I think I’m drowning.

Lately... I feel I’m drowning, but drowning won’t break me.
It’ll just make me stronger.
Lately... I feel I’m drowning, but drowning won’t break me.
This is my mantra, daily.
Lately... I feel I’m drowning, but drowning won’t break me.
It’ll just make me stronger.
Lately... I feel I’m drowning, but drowning won’t break me.
This is my mantra.

Lately...
Feels like I’ve run out of options.
I’m tired of running.
Lately...
Feels like I’ve run out of air...
I think I’m drowning.

"Si Me Quieren/I'll Be Me"

Si me quieren
es porque quieren ver mi exito.
Love me then, bless me so
I never make an exit - nooooo.
Si me quieren,
diganme que prefieren,
that I be who I be
o que le pertenezca a ustedes.
Si me quieren
es porque quieren ver mi exito.
Love me then, bless me so
I never make an exit - nooooo.
Si me quieren,
diganme que prefieren,
that I be who I be
o que le pertenezca a ustedes.

Just let me reach for heaven.
Just for at least a second.
Just let me hold her for a minute
‘til I learn my lesson.
I gotta taste her essence,
let her kiss get me wasted.
You never know how short a moment is
until you waste it.
You gotta face it,
accept it cuando se ofrece.
Basically,
when you feel it’s when you embrace it.
I feel like I’ve entered a spaceship
and I can only go in one direction
like straight chicks.

Si me quieren
es porque quieren ver mi exito.
Love me then, bless me so
I never make an exit - nooooo.
Si me quieren,
diganme que prefieren,
that I be who I be
o que le pertenezca a ustedes.
Si me quieren
es porque quieren ver mi exito.
Love me then, bless me so
I never make an exit - nooooo.
Si me quieren,
diganme que prefieren,
that I be who I be
o que le pertenezca a ustedes.

Alzen sus copas
que esta bomba esta que explota.
Bota tus botas,
nota por nota te toca.
Como un toque no mota,
menos la rata, y la chota,
y todos lo que me chocan.
Y hasta la que siempre se soca la ropa afloja,
como si estar descalsa y comoda es la nueva moda.
Que paso?
Sepa Dios. El Poeta se porfio:
manifested himself greatness through his flow.

Yo naci con alas.
Ala Gran Puchica!
Alacran de musica.
A-la-cart music y’all.
All of man’s strengths &
none of God’s weaknesses.
I’ll give you this album out for free
so you can leak these hits.
Hit the streets,
rip the sheets,
see what kind of freak this is.
‘Call me Cinderella Man
and ask me if the sneaker fits.
Backstage at a show,
I’m sneaking in at least a fifth.
Pre-game every time
three Mickey’s,
couple spliffs.

Si me quieren
es porque quieren ver mi exito.
Love me then, bless me so
I never make an exit - nooooo.
Si me quieren,
diganme que prefieren,
that I be who I be
o que le pertenezca a ustedes.
Si me quieren
es porque quieren ver mi exito.
Love me then, bless me so
I never make an exit - nooooo.
Si me quieren,
diganme que prefieren,
that I be who I be
o que le pertenezca a ustedes.

Walk up on the mic
rockin resin on my fingertips.
Always keep the safety on
but love it when my finger slips.
And fire it up,
light it up,
tell me when the feeling hits.
Decime si te gusta haci
y si no es eso
dime que es.
Estoy aqui pa complacer
y es un placer
tener la oportunidad
de hacer lo que yo un dia soñe.
Esta es mi arte.
Mi manera de salir adelante.
Agarrame la mano
y prometo que voy a llevarte.

Si me quieren
es porque quieren ver mi exito.
Love me then, bless me so
I never make an exit - nooooo.
Si me quieren,
diganme que prefieren,
that I be who I be
o que le pertenezca a ustedes.
Si me quieren
es porque quieren ver mi exito.
Love me then, bless me so
I never make an exit - nooooo.
Si me quieren,
diganme que prefieren,
that I be who I be
o que le pertenezca a ustedes.

From the Street Reporter EP
 
 

"State of Emergency"

We’re in a state of emergency (listen up)
We’re in a state of emergency
We’re in a state of emergency (listen up)
We’re in a state of emergency (come on!)

There’s a country that says we’re all equal
Same country claims to be run by its people
but they shut the door on us
look at us through peepholes
never seem to leak those
little pedacitos
Bits of information
that actually pertain
to the well being of this nation
where we can accertain
that the hours we slave
the taxes we paid
the votes that we gave
don’t go straight to the grave
or to a president that constantly
caves under pressure
Might as well have voted for McCain
where’s the pleasure
of getting a victory
if we just repeat history?
I thought we were better than this, people
this shit gets to me
Why aren’t you outraged
why aren’t you pissed to see
shit like what BP
did to our precious sea
pressure’s on, President
and everyone assisting him
the whole world’s watching
and everyone is listening

We’re in a state of emergency (listen up)
We’re in a state of emergency
We’re in a state of emergency (listen up)
We’re in a state of emergency (come on!)

We’re in a state of emergency (listen up)
We’re in a state of emergency
We’re in a state of emergency (listen up)
We’re in a state of emergency (come on!)

When will we reach the day
when people at the top
don’t just have shit to say
but do shit on the spot?
Mr. Leader
fuck all of your damn puppeteers
This the street here
come wipe up some of all of these tears
Be sincere
You’re in a position to steer
so grab the wheel
push the steel
and do something real
What needs to be done here
to fix all of this crisis?
We don’t have an abundance
Of Buddha’s or Jesus Christs
so we put our faith
on those we trust with our lives
not expecting the expressions on their faces
to be lies
And even if they are
we just assume
that perhaps they made a mistake
“This can’t mean doom”
But pretty soon it can and will
We’re not the first civilization that climbed this hill
claimed to be kings, ignored its people
then fell down
We need to stop this America
Stand up right now

We’re in a state of emergency (listen up)
We’re in a state of emergency
We’re in a state of emergency (listen up)
We’re in a state of emergency (come on!)

We’re in a state of emergency (listen up)
We’re in a state of emergency
We’re in a state of emergency (listen up)
We’re in a state of emergency

It’s an urgency

"The Truth"

I’m the truth
Paul Pierce gon’ be pimpin’ this.
I’m the truth
Brandon Vera’ll be bumpin this.

I’m the truth
More verses than Hallmark when I talk
I’m the truth
More hits than a ballpark when I spark
I’m the truth
Make you jump like a dog bark when it’s dark
I’m the truth, yeah,
I’m the truth, yeah.
I’m the truth
More verses than Hallmark when I talk
I’m the truth
More hits than a ballpark when I spark
I’m the truth
Make you jump like a dog bark when it’s dark
I’m the truth, yeah,
I’m the truth, yeah.

I’m a stand-up kinda man, yeah, don’t like lying.
Guillotine, quick to cut ahead, don’t like lines.
Don’t like waitin’ but I will serve you all day long
on metal plates, like you’re broken bones, in no way strong-
Your week, revolves around your work like I revolve around your hurt.
I’m a fucking live grenade and you’re a water revolver- squirt!
You’re a pussy man, and thus I hate your damn dander.
Hurt my ears with your Tyson flow, when I’m Evander.
Holly field what I play on like the Pope just landed.
Take your faith on island tours till your hope gets stranded.
No bread, water, or words, till you wilt like ferns
in the middle of long winters like I skipped springs turn.
Turned into summer careening without my blinkers on.
With global warming lyrics, better turn your sprinklers on.
Lawn on fire, I guess I really do smoke grass,
and if you don’t want me to answer back, then dude, don’t ask, ‘cause-

I’m the truth
More verses than Hallmark when I talk
I’m the truth
More hits than a ballpark when I spark
I’m the truth
Make you jump like a dog bark when it’s dark
I’m the truth, yeah,
I’m the truth, yeah.
I’m the truth
More verses than Hallmark when I talk
I’m the truth
More hits than a ballpark when I spark
I’m the truth
Make you jump like a dog bark when it’s dark
I’m the truth, yeah,
I’m the truth, yeah.

Give me some nice greens, a couple of nice beats
I’m a fix myself a lyrical salad, a light feast.
Workin’ on my figure till I got at least six of ‘em.
Makin’ men jealous of my commas, but chicks love ‘em-
Mixed grains, watch your head bob up and down while I get brains.
Hannibal Lecter with a mind that’s dirtier than shit stains.
A lip parter, with a tongue quicker than jet planes,
and if you can’t handle my game, then bitch quit playin’.
I’m the truth, like conspiracies with Bush in the World trade.
Don’t leave me alone in you home I’m getting your girl layed-
Lou ou style, with a FUBAR smile, in her rubarb pie,
take a break and write these two bars high...
(smoke n cough)
Now that I’m lifted, twisted and gifted at being the most swiftest
sickest EmCee on the mic, on a stage, under lights, on a page-
or in a booth-

More verses than Hallmark when I talk
I’m the truth
More hits than a ballpark when I spark
I’m the truth
Make you jump like a dog bark when it’s dark
I’m the truth, yeah,
I’m the truth, yeah.
I’m the truth
More verses than Hallmark when I talk
I’m the truth
More hits than a ballpark when I spark
I’m the truth
Make you jump like a dog bark when it’s dark
I’m the truth, yeah,
I’m the truth, yeah.

Thinkin’ that I’m balsy, yet, not too bold.
Tryin’ to figure out if I’m too cold, or too hot to hold.
Well I’m both, I’m an oxymorron, also married.
Here’s my ring, try out-box me morron, oh so ready.
Ferme le bouche, shut your mouth and keep your mouthguard in it.
Box you broken-handed, blindfolded, south paw, win it.
Ask me how I did it, I’m the truth, incarnated.
Wilkes Booth in the booth, when I shoot, it’s R-Rated.
I’m the truth, like the fact that your daddy ain’t your daddy.
I’m the truth like, you will never ever own a Caddy.
The truth like that girl won’t ever have your babies.
The truth like she’s better off going home with my lady.
Shady situations tend to make me comfortable,
whether it all amounts to shit, or it sums to bull.
Wait a minute, that’s the same shit, rewind and scratch it-
Whether peace is kept, or I unbury the hatchet.
That’s more like it, I’m the truth, love or like it.
And just to irritate you I just rhymed the same words twice, kid.
Gangsta, I speak the truth man, you lie.
Turn you into fans ‘cause I bring more heat than July.
Loudmouth, can’t keep my voice low, I’m too high.
Dirty, but always keep my shit clean, two-ply.
Don’t even need a hook to end this track ‘cause I’m the truth.
When I say it’s over, it’s over, don’t believe me, here’s the proof-
It’s over!
From the "Pick Your Poison... Hip-Hop" Album
 

"Dear Stranger"

Drink in my hand, Dutch in the other;

Walk into the scene more familiar than your brother.

My reputation preceeds me, believe me, it’s not a lie.

If I say I’ve done it, I did it, and it was worth a try.

No regrets, I’ve lived my life, 

and if I were to die tomorrow, dismiss me right.

Throw a party and celebrate, get tipsy and high.

Miss me a night and then let me go be amidst the almighty. 

Why do you eye me tirelessly, is it cause you find me inviting?

Come sit beside me, bring me a tale and a lighter.

I’ll bring you a friend and got a pen that’s suicidal,

it’ll gladly spill its blood for you to make your story vital.

I look into your eyes and tell you that I got you.

You tell me that you need a drink; I tell you that I’ll spot you.

But I’ve only made it to the bar and already forgot you;

No name, no face, but I still wrote this about you.

 

Dear Stranger, I don’t know who you are, but I wanna tell your story.

I know, that I met you at a bar, and you broke yourself down for me.

And that’s all that I need to know.  All I need is some inspiration, a drink and a smoke.

And maybe, you never know, you might be the next verse I spit at a show.

 

My name is Pedro, it’s nice to meet you.

“We’ve met about seven times!”  Well, nice to greet you.

I’m sorry I’ve never remembered your face, 

but the memory of our last talk has a poem in its place, ey?

What do you say?  Be my friend, tell me your name.

Tell me that you’re broke, or that you’re not mentally sane.

I’ll think it’s really interesting, man, blabber away.

Where the Hell’s that waitress? -Shit, what were you saying?

I was listening, man.  I swear that I was,

It’s just that I want another drink to get me a buzz.

I mean, that’s pretty super-splendiferous, cuz.

Give me a minute, though, I’ll be back,

I need a drink and some bud.

Walked to the bar, and it couldn’t have been far,

ordered a drink, took a sip, and had no clue who you were.

Walked around for a minute, looking confused.

“Hey Pedro, what are you doing?”  Looking for you...

 

 Dear Stranger, I don’t know who you are, but I wanna tell your story.

I know, that I met you at a bar, and you broke yourself down for me.

And that’s all that I need to know.  All I need is some inspiration, a drink and a smoke.

And maybe, you never know, you might be the next verse I spit at a show.

 

What’s up?  Whatcha doing?  Let’s grab us a seat.

“Wait a minute Pedro, you even remember me?”

...hmm... now that you mention it, no, but I’d love us to meet.

I’d like to take your story and put it over a beat.

I’ll record it into history like one of Elvis’ vinyls.

I got a photographic memory, start your recital.

The next verse that I write, I might let you pick the title.

I look down at my drink, and it needs a revival.

I look back at your mouth and even your lips are an eyefull,

you’re packing an earful, and your eyes are feigning to cry soon.

Telling me about how your psycho ex left you frightful.

Sorry to interupt, but I gotta go follow my cycle.

I gotta go over to the bar and get another beer,

sit back over here, and lend you another ear.

Sh- what an asshole, I sounded so sincere.

I never went back to that seat and it’s been a year.

 

Dear Stranger, I don’t know who you are, but I wanna tell your story.

I know, that I met you at a bar, and you broke yourself down for me.

And that’s all that I need to know.  All I need is some inspiration, a drink and a smoke.

And maybe, you never know, you might be the next verse I spit at a show.

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