1.21.2015

Peace Maestro. Props to El Profe and Capicu

Something Simple
After John Rodriguez

Mama asked
You out there
Writing or puffing

Poet on park bench paranoid
Can’t avoid being naked

Santos scream
You better slide quickly or
Suffer reefer percussions

Scribble noise
So proud to be Story Avenue
Sound View rough drafts
Noble nightmares

Left block any chance could
Even though gone
Carry Clason Point in backpack

Move in silence
To the head so loud
You still smoking

Shorties still bugging
Homies grew up
Brothers outta town
Papa’s clubbing
Mama’s moving

Body weary
Bleak pastel shades

Steaming heavy
Too early in morning

Love’s hangover
Lonely shadows

Slow dancing diablos
Throwing piropos at cielo
Charm a silver lining out cloudy sky

2015 heavy

Don’t sign away your life

Pow wow with proud people
Bring forth righteousness

Divine drop jewels round neck
Catch respect all praises for mazes
Meant to capture wide lenses frame

Broken ears repaired heart
Band aid round brain

Rabbit receiver plyers on black and white Vision
Prisons bended bars to let you taste freedom
Through hole in fence

Prevent shame from overpowering passion
Why did you begin rapping
Lurking remixes to love death pain happiness

Satisfied with malaise
Conquering inaction with professionalism

Maturity assuredly
Positive logical profitable blessings added
Each one like counting pennies

Who can be friendly
When acquaintance is convenient enemy

Wondering why you so lonely when you seek
Bitter company suffering solitude
When you should have happier attitude

Open windows look out pull shade
Pray to mirror give thanks to sky

All the reasons why lie outside
Go gather your semillas
To reap proper harvest

Charges against you been dropped
At the puddles you been splish splash

Catching chill at dusty elbows
Let your warmth thaw your frost

Add up the cost
Cancel out your weakness

What is this voice you speak of
Grappling ghosts
Deadening demons

Realize your potential is within
Shine of your gleaming

No more half stepping
Declaring dreams out loud

10.27.2014

No Tienes Miedo This Halloween



Do not be afraid

Do not be wicked when you barely been innocent
Do not be militant if you not willing to die for your noble fraud

Do not be self righteous when you can barely wipe your ass
Do not be curious if you comfortable in your ignorant bliss

Do not be wise fool be broke and happy with your simple ways
Do not expect tomorrow to be easy if you can’t deal with today’s troubles

Do not waste your soothing moments with tense tontos
Who have no sense of where they are headed like you
Lost hanging on rolling up hoping to hear something good

Do not judge the next man when you have been
As played out papi chulo as plastic playerific
Fatalistic fiend tempermental teen
Motherfucking machisto who makes up his own myth

Do not perfect your craft let your gut hang chichos all lovely

Do not hold onto heroes as superhuman
Pedestal got peglegs attached to carefully painted portrait

Do not get flashy with your fame stay simple as hungry as you came
Do not turn lame making literati laugh but the homies couldn’t catch the joke

Do not smoke with paranoid ghost dogs who take freebie chiefies

Do not weaken your speech to narrow your reach

Do not release your grip while riding shaky train

Do not just maintain current malaise escape invisibility completely conspicuous
Do not get lonely when crowded accidental flagrance purposeful fragrance

Do not be vague vagrant blend with transience transition your hues mix with greys

Do not be careful with what you say careless what you can sculpt rocky terrain

Do not let tears remain tasty salty cheeks stubbly bumble
Do not fumble mumble or grumble

Do not hold on to bundles you can’t handle
Pass out pounds
Roll up the Constitution so you can burn away your right to be a delirious luxury loving citizen of prepackaged organic

Do not take your anger out on a shadow
Darkness has nothing to do with your depths
How far you’ve sunk shows how much you can rise

Do not be shook or shy
World will see fear
As soon as you blink misty eyes

MC Tipo Loco Mixtape Vol Ill



Make it Rain Journals
                After RS

Un tipo loco declares
I got an interview with Harvard tomorrow
Gonna get up at 1 am right now its 1130 am

Been screaming non stop
Gillie da kid ghostwriter
Be like Cannon

Dis youth terrible attention deficit
Loose oversized jeans with no belts

Chucks no laces
No braces with sores on gums

Son I’m no ignorant chump
I got my knowledge I signed up for illuminati
When I’m alone I’m a monster
When I’m with peoples I get shook

How you do it Ant
In front of all those people

Big pool gotta dive in
How are you surviving

Ridiculous fool running around weary mask
Sociably barely known locally
Vocally identified before having any place

In bullshit conversation
Inject isolation intravenously

Previously desired greater mananas
Now prisoner of your palabras

Disciplined by drama
Can’t even pretend to be calmer

Hypebeast is on overdrive
Stupido zone eyeballs rolling back in blessed skull
Beloved baba precedent over rising above
Elevation held back by grimy gravity

What is sanity when we all barely hanging on

Nails poorly hammered floor board squeaking
One eye peeking behind bangs

Don’t let your hope hang off a tree
Can you believe blood on leaves from brown brain

Hanging in breeze sad strange fruit
Pursuit of death instead of defining your life

Fetti Cheddar Guap Paper Currensy Stacks



Disposable income

Preexisting condition with affliction
To ignoring cultural tradition

How can this transition into raw capital
Suitable for social economic political guerilla warfare

Known knowns
Known unknown

Hood shorties voluntarily give up
Because of subliminal intimidation

Plantations been preserved
Invisible chains around decaying brain

Withering body
Unhealthy processed bodega
Tasty synthetic food
Hunger pains give ill attitude

Students said it’s too dark in projects
Can only read by streetlight

Bleak vision fuzzy focus
They leave the TV on so commercials
Can program their dreams

Gold plated ghetto
Is not as shiny as it seems with

Delicious distraction
Fashionable fads
Terror trends

Can’t recognize
Who is enemy
Who is friend

None left
Vulture scavengers have bled
Remainder of revolution

Mosquito drone fly into ear
Make you zone to lower levels

Scan barcode of humanity
Only see veins intoxicated

Corrupt chemicals
Inedible vegetables

Seeds sown in contaminated soil
Guns oil diamonds

Carrot dangling silly rabbits
Will never feast

Ain’t no place safe
When eyes always watching

Plotting sophisticated algorithm
Disrupting electric signals
Governing stressed nervous system

Delayed reaction makes you
Destroy your brother
Slander your sister

Misguided violence produces
Empty existence

So ignorant never learned how to listen
Mire bobito
Pon atencion

Greatest weapon is a burnt tongue
Waiting to scream
Declare the pain

We need world to change
Overcoming internal conflict

Soul guiding purpose
Application of essential knowledge

Critical to resurrection of reason
Believe in pigment’s power

Melanin reflection of sun
Heart’s drum will forever keep a descarga beat

Ready to improvise the inevitable antidote to poison
Polluting our Pa’lante


Upon entrance
Make a ninja like exit

Leaving bodies behind you
With rest of tomorrow in front of
Glossy eyes unafraid of frightful fate

Is it all too late
To start making a comeback

Nah Son
Ain’t where you from
How you break out that trap

Soundview Clason Point Gardens Bronx NY 10473



Be the X

Factorization can multiply
Poverty times benign neglect times

Gentrification times eminent domain
Cross Bronx over community

Jonas Bronck and Robert Moses
Act so foolishly

One dead settler
One dead conqueror

Shape land migrants tear limbs to pieces
Rare species born from same toxic atoms

Phantoms lurking in dark dreams
Won’t let you realize tropical fantasy

Reverse pilgrimage ancestral travels
Recollect vessels chartered
Over troubled agua

City of bones will rise out ocean
Let gem sparkle in sweaty palms

Criss cross country find calm morning after
Shootout concrete still simmer from slugs

Roll up prayer rug inside project temple
All praises flow out window

Smoke catches cool breeze
Dry mouth to divine ear wax

Drop blessing bomb
So we can grab piece of glory

Rub sunshine on face
Even if eyes open
Are you still alive
Pride is pa’lante prize
Retreating further closer you step

Doubt’s depth could drown you
Shallowest puddles of Orchard Beach

Reach from University to Gildersleeve
From Gun Hill to Brook

Back to Story and Noble
Clason Point Gardens

Needs quilombo’s courage
Stake claim what little we got

Heart mind flesh
Raised from root to reach for stars

Outta here on next gypsy cab
Another parts unknown

Quickly seconds fade
Fux your copywritten realness

Better dead demons
Bullshit dues been paid