Appearing I'm the strongest man, broken where I'm standing
Broken til I'm on my knees, praying for my landing
I'm fanning flames in hell, but I'm well in my collage
I collide-a-scope to tryda cope, my mental's taj mirage
Like I see water over sands, but cannot see right next to me
Like I'm blinded by the light and reading braille on a tree
What I'm s'posed to be, I ain't, so I don't care by my degrees
My vivid picture has no paint, when it spreads like a disease
Nigga please, I ain't beggin', why you peggin' me to bust
I'm still breathin' in these winds, til my ashes blend wit dust
I don't trust a single word, til itz heard, from the sky
Fuck yo verbs I need write nouns, cuz I ain't tryna say "goodbye"
I ain't trying for "no reply" when my response is in demand
And my lead is what they follow, all they know is hold MY hand
And I'm not my father or, my father's dad before me
So I fight to take these blinders off, cuz I need my eyes to see
(A new path)
You can cry about it now, if you wanna
But I promise you gon' laugh about it in the morning
Cuz you're a man (amen, 'ey man, a man)
And your world's been torn apart
I know you prayed a new day, is finally coming
And you'll rebuild the dreams you had in the morning
Cuz you're a man
He knows whus in your heart
I'm tryna find which way is up, I keep on looking down
Looking BACK to the future, but itz muted wit no sound
I reboot it from the ground, shoot it up at satellites
Like I'm Lupe, will he, BEAMIN' but sometimes I'm scared of heights
I'm too fly not to fly so next to Zebs I take Nightflights
I'll be gone til November slaps December from 1st class
If the 1st shall be the last, then I'm meek before I enter
Cuz my storm's a fuckin' blizzard and this IS my coldest winter
(EVERrrrr)
You can cry about it now, if you wanna
But I promise you gon' laugh about it in the morning
Cuz you're a man (amen, 'ey man, a man)
And your world's been torn apart
I know you prayed a new day, is finally coming
And you'll rebuild the dreams you had in the morning
Cuz you're a man
He knows whus in your heart
(Ain't got no time to feel sorry, for myself, iGrown man it
Ain't got no time to rhyme for glory, and I don't take nuthin for granted)
I plant the seeds in my scenes, so my kids can breathe their dreams
Before I UP and leave the planet, lemme stitch it at the seams
If there's a glitch inside my helmet, I won't bitch about my fate
But I WILL ditch the hate inside my love, before I reach the gate
Don't eulogize me when I'm rising, above the walls of where I been
If you should analyze the lies, analyze it within
Cuz I don't grin thru my pen and I don't break when I bend
And I ain't never walked on water, so yes I breathe inside my sins
I ain't locked up no skeletons, on this stage, where I stand
I don't wilt or melt from light, my mic's a gun for fickle F.A.N.s
But in real life I'm just a man, that time has torn apart for fun
And like a puzzle I'm forced to solve it, there's no way I would run
No where to hide it from the sky, so my time is under a gun
When I rise I'll stand up like the sun, and Yes, my uzi weighs a ton
You can cry about it now, if you wanna
But I promise you gon' laugh about it in the morning
Cuz you're a man (amen, 'ey man, a man)
And your world's been torn apart
I know you prayed a new day, is finally coming
And you'll rebuild the dreams you had in the morning
Cuz you're a man
He knows whus in your heart
Written by T.Jenkins for Je'Mani Daydreamz @ Nyght MuSAK/ JeyMo's Precious Chyle Publishing Ink™. Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jey.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Volume I/Part 23: "Breath...From Another"
"Laugh Now, Cry.......Whenever You Can"
***Scene 1: "A Mused"
...Because, indeed, I am looking at the world thru a fisheye lens...and I am amused by the fact that we are so far gone.
I see the world in the same vivid colors OutKast used in the B.O.B. video, which was so long ago...the World Trade Center no longer stands, Bush is no longer "in demand"...and bombs have, literally, been re:dropped over Baghdad.
"Itz Amazing."
Indeed it is amazing, Mr. West. Amused by the fact that, man, in all of his unsugarcoated arrogance, IS STILL trying to predict the date and time the world will end...
"Ode to 2012"
...which makes "man" gangsta, beyond all reasonable doubt. Smug muthafuckas.......the date and time is only known to God. Amused by the fact that young beautiful sistas have reduced themselves to becoming...
"A muse"
...in sum needle dick, over ambitious, shit talkin', no respect having, pants saggin', fake ass swagger having nigga's cyber fantasies. Tweet THAT SHIT after dark.
"Mo, are you being a hater!?"
No. Not at all, in fact. Simply put, I respect that 19 or 20 year-old woman more than she respects her gotdamn self. The comedy and tragedy of my prose is, I see these beautiful sistas every night saying shit like...
"You gotta eat this pussy to satisfy me."
"I need the dick all up in this pussy...and then I'ma suck the nut out the dick"
"I want her to lick my pussy while he's fuckin' me"
...I read this shit every night, amused. I mean, I'm can freak-freak wit the BEST of 'em...........but, what happened to imagination. I ain't gon' be preachy...my father is the minister. And his son AIN'T no saint. But.....I see my mother when she was young and my daughter when she gets older, thru the eyes of summa the young sistas who don't even know their bodies enough to KNOW what pleasure is. They don't respect themselves......so thas why these cats call you bitch...and treat you like a hoe. Thas the reason why they don't care about your dreams...or your hopes. After all, itz all about the pussy. And ultimately...
They just wanna fuck every girl in the world."
Surely...this wasn't what Malcolm and Martin and Assata and Huey were fighting for. This can't be what Harriet envisioned when she was on her quest for freedom. Honestly, I'm so amused, the shit almost makes me cry........that I gotta raise, protect and guide my children threw the shit they're gonna face...which will be many times worse, by the time they're 19, 20 or 21 years old. But you better believe I'ma have my...
"Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump."
Ready, aimed and...
"I'm a monster, I'm a maven/ I know this world is changing/ Never gave in, never gave up/ I'm the only thing that I'm afraid of." -Kanye West
Sorry about the language, Mama.
***Scene 2: "Catch Yo Coma"
...IF you are sleep as I write this down at 7:02pm, on Friday, April 16th, 2010...itz 10 years PAST time to wake the hell up!
I do not stutter-step. I am not a muse. I am MY own truth inside a world of lies. I am a pimp...in my OWN fuckin' rhymes. This ain't poetry. This is just me shadowboxin' with my thoughts, without being...
"boxed in my shadows!"
I know niggas, counting sheep while they sleepwalkin', awake...mistaking sheep for money to buy the company they keep. I am a rapper, with NO gotdamn entourage...other than my brother Todd, aka @neosoulphox. Let us pop lock and beat box for our freedom. But if it does not ring...
"All I need is one mic."
I am 7 miles high and rising above the little boy tweets you are receiving. My freak-quency level, frequently rattles and hums outta sequence. I trace maps of areolas more beautiful than aurora borealis. So, Catch Yo Coma.
IF you are sleepwalkin', now is the time to UP...Rise. I am surprised by the sun's rise about as much as I am by the night's highs...as we sink to lower depths. I am profound. I am depth, in excess. I am now here in the here and now...where women continue to raise boys to BE men, while the so-called fathers run amuck.
"Fake, muthaFucks!"
I am, in crucial conflict with the lies they sell us thru false media...while the sly Fox is smoking on "hay" in the middle of the barn where the Tea Party takes us back damn near 500 years. The only thang missing is the white sheets, the "learning" tree and the noose. There is ALWAYS a Dick in a Bush, but how many Dicks can shoot YOU in the face...?
...And then make YO ass apologize.
Catch yo Coma if you comatose, damnit, I believe I can fly. I can piss in your eye. And then say goodbye and call it sex, lies & videotape, pt 2. We are not LOSERS, indeed, @LupeFiasco...we are LASERS, even though summa y'alls beams are misguided...
(i.e. Black on Black homicide)
And I still say, Catch Yo Coma! Especially if you pulling a "Bishop" and confusing art for real life situations. I am NOT a pawn in the game, but I AM who you THOUGHT I was, word to Denny Green, I'm a King, so, go ahead and...
"CROWN MY ASS"
...before I get edgy and make you serve this royalty. Before you catch a Drop Squad on the way to your 95er, standing around at the water cooler, un-kool, Uncle Toming...wondering why mutha.......fuckas are laughing - NOT behind your back. But right up in D-FACE. Stop sleeping on what YOU were SENT here to do....whatever it is or may be.
Ain't no guarantee on time or the very next day. So make your shit count. And trust, you'll be comatose soon enough...
Metaphorically YOURS,
Mo-dot Jey
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
***Scene 1: "A Mused"
...Because, indeed, I am looking at the world thru a fisheye lens...and I am amused by the fact that we are so far gone.
I see the world in the same vivid colors OutKast used in the B.O.B. video, which was so long ago...the World Trade Center no longer stands, Bush is no longer "in demand"...and bombs have, literally, been re:dropped over Baghdad.
"Itz Amazing."
Indeed it is amazing, Mr. West. Amused by the fact that, man, in all of his unsugarcoated arrogance, IS STILL trying to predict the date and time the world will end...
"Ode to 2012"
...which makes "man" gangsta, beyond all reasonable doubt. Smug muthafuckas.......the date and time is only known to God. Amused by the fact that young beautiful sistas have reduced themselves to becoming...
"A muse"
...in sum needle dick, over ambitious, shit talkin', no respect having, pants saggin', fake ass swagger having nigga's cyber fantasies. Tweet THAT SHIT after dark.
"Mo, are you being a hater!?"
No. Not at all, in fact. Simply put, I respect that 19 or 20 year-old woman more than she respects her gotdamn self. The comedy and tragedy of my prose is, I see these beautiful sistas every night saying shit like...
"You gotta eat this pussy to satisfy me."
"I need the dick all up in this pussy...and then I'ma suck the nut out the dick"
"I want her to lick my pussy while he's fuckin' me"
...I read this shit every night, amused. I mean, I'm can freak-freak wit the BEST of 'em...........but, what happened to imagination. I ain't gon' be preachy...my father is the minister. And his son AIN'T no saint. But.....I see my mother when she was young and my daughter when she gets older, thru the eyes of summa the young sistas who don't even know their bodies enough to KNOW what pleasure is. They don't respect themselves......so thas why these cats call you bitch...and treat you like a hoe. Thas the reason why they don't care about your dreams...or your hopes. After all, itz all about the pussy. And ultimately...
They just wanna fuck every girl in the world."
Surely...this wasn't what Malcolm and Martin and Assata and Huey were fighting for. This can't be what Harriet envisioned when she was on her quest for freedom. Honestly, I'm so amused, the shit almost makes me cry........that I gotta raise, protect and guide my children threw the shit they're gonna face...which will be many times worse, by the time they're 19, 20 or 21 years old. But you better believe I'ma have my...
"Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump."
Ready, aimed and...
"I'm a monster, I'm a maven/ I know this world is changing/ Never gave in, never gave up/ I'm the only thing that I'm afraid of." -Kanye West
Sorry about the language, Mama.
***Scene 2: "Catch Yo Coma"
...IF you are sleep as I write this down at 7:02pm, on Friday, April 16th, 2010...itz 10 years PAST time to wake the hell up!
I do not stutter-step. I am not a muse. I am MY own truth inside a world of lies. I am a pimp...in my OWN fuckin' rhymes. This ain't poetry. This is just me shadowboxin' with my thoughts, without being...
"boxed in my shadows!"
I know niggas, counting sheep while they sleepwalkin', awake...mistaking sheep for money to buy the company they keep. I am a rapper, with NO gotdamn entourage...other than my brother Todd, aka @neosoulphox. Let us pop lock and beat box for our freedom. But if it does not ring...
"All I need is one mic."
I am 7 miles high and rising above the little boy tweets you are receiving. My freak-quency level, frequently rattles and hums outta sequence. I trace maps of areolas more beautiful than aurora borealis. So, Catch Yo Coma.
IF you are sleepwalkin', now is the time to UP...Rise. I am surprised by the sun's rise about as much as I am by the night's highs...as we sink to lower depths. I am profound. I am depth, in excess. I am now here in the here and now...where women continue to raise boys to BE men, while the so-called fathers run amuck.
"Fake, muthaFucks!"
I am, in crucial conflict with the lies they sell us thru false media...while the sly Fox is smoking on "hay" in the middle of the barn where the Tea Party takes us back damn near 500 years. The only thang missing is the white sheets, the "learning" tree and the noose. There is ALWAYS a Dick in a Bush, but how many Dicks can shoot YOU in the face...?
...And then make YO ass apologize.
Catch yo Coma if you comatose, damnit, I believe I can fly. I can piss in your eye. And then say goodbye and call it sex, lies & videotape, pt 2. We are not LOSERS, indeed, @LupeFiasco...we are LASERS, even though summa y'alls beams are misguided...
(i.e. Black on Black homicide)
And I still say, Catch Yo Coma! Especially if you pulling a "Bishop" and confusing art for real life situations. I am NOT a pawn in the game, but I AM who you THOUGHT I was, word to Denny Green, I'm a King, so, go ahead and...
"CROWN MY ASS"
...before I get edgy and make you serve this royalty. Before you catch a Drop Squad on the way to your 95er, standing around at the water cooler, un-kool, Uncle Toming...wondering why mutha.......fuckas are laughing - NOT behind your back. But right up in D-FACE. Stop sleeping on what YOU were SENT here to do....whatever it is or may be.
Ain't no guarantee on time or the very next day. So make your shit count. And trust, you'll be comatose soon enough...
Metaphorically YOURS,
Mo-dot Jey
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Mo.Jey Lyrics: "You Loved (Roses)"
"You Loved (Roses)"
She sings dreams preferred, but her reality occurred
And then Heaven got disturbed when the dreams deferred
Waiting for love, or maybe it was love in waiting
Contemplating time zones, all alone and debating
Devestating to the collapse, when the claps start to roll
Like cloudy credits unconsoled and a love uncontrolled
Said lover, daydreamz splendid things til the shit
Starts ta blow her like wind, only the heart's getting hit
Hallucinations start ta lift, a world reversed in his mind
Spinning counter-clocks of shock and kisses missed on this line
Cupid's find, unamused, rather - bruised by the hour
Kinda sour and confused when love's misused by the power
Of 10-folds in a den, where many men become bitch
Meaning, pitch it, switch hit, thrown fits and the snitch
Now I'm supposed to be a king, so let that ring in your ears
I conquered fears and rattled years, thru infernos to hear
You say my name for what itz worth, not in meaningless vain
But the meaning's still the same as playing games wit the fame
I don't condone when I proceed, so love's escaping my frame
No need ta blast a desperate past, so I ain't passing the blame
But I do pass flames on a lame, so my mistakes don't replay
Thas a gift for my offspring, what y'all want me to say?
Cuz she sings dreams preferred, but then reality occurred
Time's got her vision blurred, like I ain't saying a word
Heard the grapevine's falling down, water's turning to wine
And thas the finest line reverbed on the curb where we grind
It takes a piece of me for peace to be, still in the night
So when I FIGHT for my existence I'm tryna make it til light
Shines bright on my darkness, as I measure my cadence
And self-CHECK my awareness, so my soul's never vacant
And God, so loved the planet He sent His son to breathe love
So how we taking THAT for granted like we one breath above?
When we just a breath away from never waking up again
To feel or steal a precious breath, from a love or my pen
I'm the weight of many men, who fell short before, I
I promise not ta wrong our rights and right my wrongs 'fore I die
And if I die before I wake, don't blink or shake wit your tears
Be happy I escaped, before the fire comes near
Gimme my flowers while I'm here, there's only Heaven above you
And when the world breaks you down, just remember I loved you
If I shall die before I wake don't blink or break into tears
Cuz I'm happy I could know you as we fought thru these years
Gimme my roses while I'm here there's only Heaven above you
And if these niggas tryda break you down, TELL 'EM I loved you
Tell 'em I loved you
Tell 'em I loved you
Tell 'em I loved you
Tell 'em...we love
Written by T.Jenkins for Je'Mani Daydreamz @ Nyght MuSAK/ JeyMo's Precious Chyle Publishing Ink™. Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jey.
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
She sings dreams preferred, but her reality occurred
And then Heaven got disturbed when the dreams deferred
Waiting for love, or maybe it was love in waiting
Contemplating time zones, all alone and debating
Devestating to the collapse, when the claps start to roll
Like cloudy credits unconsoled and a love uncontrolled
Said lover, daydreamz splendid things til the shit
Starts ta blow her like wind, only the heart's getting hit
Hallucinations start ta lift, a world reversed in his mind
Spinning counter-clocks of shock and kisses missed on this line
Cupid's find, unamused, rather - bruised by the hour
Kinda sour and confused when love's misused by the power
Of 10-folds in a den, where many men become bitch
Meaning, pitch it, switch hit, thrown fits and the snitch
Now I'm supposed to be a king, so let that ring in your ears
I conquered fears and rattled years, thru infernos to hear
You say my name for what itz worth, not in meaningless vain
But the meaning's still the same as playing games wit the fame
I don't condone when I proceed, so love's escaping my frame
No need ta blast a desperate past, so I ain't passing the blame
But I do pass flames on a lame, so my mistakes don't replay
Thas a gift for my offspring, what y'all want me to say?
Cuz she sings dreams preferred, but then reality occurred
Time's got her vision blurred, like I ain't saying a word
Heard the grapevine's falling down, water's turning to wine
And thas the finest line reverbed on the curb where we grind
It takes a piece of me for peace to be, still in the night
So when I FIGHT for my existence I'm tryna make it til light
Shines bright on my darkness, as I measure my cadence
And self-CHECK my awareness, so my soul's never vacant
And God, so loved the planet He sent His son to breathe love
So how we taking THAT for granted like we one breath above?
When we just a breath away from never waking up again
To feel or steal a precious breath, from a love or my pen
I'm the weight of many men, who fell short before, I
I promise not ta wrong our rights and right my wrongs 'fore I die
And if I die before I wake, don't blink or shake wit your tears
Be happy I escaped, before the fire comes near
Gimme my flowers while I'm here, there's only Heaven above you
And when the world breaks you down, just remember I loved you
If I shall die before I wake don't blink or break into tears
Cuz I'm happy I could know you as we fought thru these years
Gimme my roses while I'm here there's only Heaven above you
And if these niggas tryda break you down, TELL 'EM I loved you
Tell 'em I loved you
Tell 'em I loved you
Tell 'em I loved you
Tell 'em...we love
Written by T.Jenkins for Je'Mani Daydreamz @ Nyght MuSAK/ JeyMo's Precious Chyle Publishing Ink™. Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jey.
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Volume I/Part 22: "RISE"
*Scene 1: "While YOU Were Sleeping"
...At the height of the night is when starkest visions come to the brightest light in my mind. Itz when I see the future the clearest. No clouds. No disturbance. Like...
"total...weightlessness."
If the air lifted from your consciousness...what would you see? What would you hold on to? And what would you let go?
At times...I complete my thoughts before they ever really spark in my mind. Itz kinda like being born, without ever really entering the mother's womb. When it happens.........a lotta times I have to snatch those thoughts back. Not because they're bad thoughts. But for the simple fact that - sometimes, they need to be revised, revamped & rehearsed before being released.
"The sky is falling
While you were sleeping...I was cultivating beats in my mind. As a rapper...you would think, I'm speaking about beats for songs or for lyrics. No. I'm talking about the beats of my heart. The beats and rhythms to what my life is supposed to be vs. where my life currently stands. Am I Happy in my current state of existing? Well........yeah. I'm happy to be alive. To have the ability to to TRY to better myself as a person...as a father. As an artist. But ultimately, a person can only be as happy as their heart & mind allow them to be. You're only as happy as your surroundings dictate. If you AIN'T happy with the surroundings, you can either work at making them better...or you simply need to change them.
(Thas a poignant message to self)
I'm on the pursuit of happiness......and no, everything AIN'T gonna always be gold...
"Mr. MesCudi"
...but, while you were sleeping, I dreamed of sum shit while I was awake, writing the words to sum melodies in my mind - that quite literally, can move mountains. The kinda shit that'll make grown ass men - tear the fuck up, while sitting alone in the dark...hearing my voice. The kinda shit women just might fall in love with me for......becuz I simply had the gall, the balls and the strength to ACTUALLY say it in a song. While YOU were sleeping...I transformed back into the poet I've always been......and constructed rhythmic prose that would make, one, William Shakespeare, flip in his grave (bones). The kinda poetry, rich with metaphorical meaning and thick with the thoughts of a man who may know too much...and yet...
"doesn't know enough."
While Y'ALL were sleeping, I was awake wondering, just how much longer my ascension to the masses would take...
"RISE"
...as I hear the voices of characters I have created on blank pages (sometimes...it spawns from Y'ALLS voices). The characters I pray you will see one day on the screen.......and then commit their lines to memory in your random quotes. I do not sleep during the day...nor do I sleep at night. The underdog never sleeps. He simply lurks in the shadows of the night...waiting for the moment they leave the door ajar.
And then..................................................BOOM!
Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is Mo.Jey...
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
...At the height of the night is when starkest visions come to the brightest light in my mind. Itz when I see the future the clearest. No clouds. No disturbance. Like...
"total...weightlessness."
If the air lifted from your consciousness...what would you see? What would you hold on to? And what would you let go?
At times...I complete my thoughts before they ever really spark in my mind. Itz kinda like being born, without ever really entering the mother's womb. When it happens.........a lotta times I have to snatch those thoughts back. Not because they're bad thoughts. But for the simple fact that - sometimes, they need to be revised, revamped & rehearsed before being released.
"The sky is falling
While you were sleeping...I was cultivating beats in my mind. As a rapper...you would think, I'm speaking about beats for songs or for lyrics. No. I'm talking about the beats of my heart. The beats and rhythms to what my life is supposed to be vs. where my life currently stands. Am I Happy in my current state of existing? Well........yeah. I'm happy to be alive. To have the ability to to TRY to better myself as a person...as a father. As an artist. But ultimately, a person can only be as happy as their heart & mind allow them to be. You're only as happy as your surroundings dictate. If you AIN'T happy with the surroundings, you can either work at making them better...or you simply need to change them.
(Thas a poignant message to self)
I'm on the pursuit of happiness......and no, everything AIN'T gonna always be gold...
"Mr. MesCudi"
...but, while you were sleeping, I dreamed of sum shit while I was awake, writing the words to sum melodies in my mind - that quite literally, can move mountains. The kinda shit that'll make grown ass men - tear the fuck up, while sitting alone in the dark...hearing my voice. The kinda shit women just might fall in love with me for......becuz I simply had the gall, the balls and the strength to ACTUALLY say it in a song. While YOU were sleeping...I transformed back into the poet I've always been......and constructed rhythmic prose that would make, one, William Shakespeare, flip in his grave (bones). The kinda poetry, rich with metaphorical meaning and thick with the thoughts of a man who may know too much...and yet...
"doesn't know enough."
While Y'ALL were sleeping, I was awake wondering, just how much longer my ascension to the masses would take...
"RISE"
...as I hear the voices of characters I have created on blank pages (sometimes...it spawns from Y'ALLS voices). The characters I pray you will see one day on the screen.......and then commit their lines to memory in your random quotes. I do not sleep during the day...nor do I sleep at night. The underdog never sleeps. He simply lurks in the shadows of the night...waiting for the moment they leave the door ajar.
And then..................................................BOOM!
Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is Mo.Jey...
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
Friday, April 2, 2010
Mo.Jey Lyrics: "Divided States"
Divided States
There's no rewind in the tape, I'm 4 decades deep, shaded
Cross faded spun backwards, from the backroads of hades
Born searching for tomorrows, yesterdays never played
This game fair wit todays, sun blinded nights, like Ray
They write plays for the stage, saying Jesus was gay
First class ticket to hell, where hail storms never lay
Speaking easy wit a chip on my shoulders, I'm spent
I sent a tenth of my rent to spin my sphere as it bent
Globally warming yo ears, vocally arming my peers
Warning signs been known for years, I sip tears for my fears
Downing German beers for kicks the serpent's holding yo hand
Come have an apple wit a nigga, cuz divided we stand
United we stall pause, cuz the dream got deferred
Them student loans' in default my fault them visions got blurred
Sight unseen, never heard, the soothsayer's preferred
Diamonds dialogue the streets, but they ain't saying a word
Stirred the pot of jumbo dreams, soul's erased on the curb
Half-a-shot of gumbo steam, leaving niggas, absurd
You see the deacon when he speaking bout the plate for collection
I see the deacon dank and tweakin', choir SINGS, a selection
No protection from the weapon, time holds in itz hands
A tickin' bomb's a dead calm, wit a list of demands
Cuz divided we stand and, united we call
A cold diluted conversation, told the rise and the fall
Like Black Panther power pride and the right to bare arms
Black answer, sour, died, like they raised us on farms
Cut yo throat to make it seem everything's drenched in blood
Jump cut, deleted scenes, WATCH YOU drown in a flood
Desert sands turned to mud, caked up prices for oil
Ali Haji-Sheikh is safe, til the temperature boils
Hallucinated holy states, but they defending they land
Friendly foe's chorus line, won't be making the band
A lap dance for yo son, what kinda X you on dawg
The kid was only 12 years-old, somebody's lost in the fog (Puffy)
Time ta roast the hogs, them fallen soldiers equals yo cash
I wrote that shit in a blog and y'all muthafuckas just laughed
But divided we stand and, united we stall
You got the bluetooth on yo ear and still ain't hearing the call
You got sum bullshit on yo breath but still be talking in flaw
When the sky starts to fall you won't be climbing that wall
We in the valley of the beast, AIN'T no shock or no awe
Why niggas quick to yell out peace then they lock up they jaw
They killing children in our streets, itz a muted confusion
SING, if we shall overcome, nigga, USE yo illusion
Illuminati illuminates, welcome to the intrusion
Nigga-ritis spreading hate on daily bread, in delusion
Sweet Mary don't you weep, they got a plan for yo man
Rip Van Winkle don't you sleep til you return to yo land
Cuz divided we stand and, united we call
Obama rhymes wit Osama, but they don't know him at all
Osama's chill-lax in a cave, he had a price on his head
There's 25 million reasons Bush didn't want his ass dead
9/11 was a glitch, for all this bullshit they fed
Tear 'em down to build us up, got the country misled
Think quick before the pitch, a one-way trip to a ditch
Vietnam's Iraqi bomb, now, ain't that a bitch
I'm related to the pavement, adjacent to where you park
In-Ten-City's like the matrix, time to come out the dark
I'm a stealth, spit-kicker, a juggernaut wit a mic
I'm the one these niggas fear, at the edge of the night
In six degrees of separation, who you want 'em to see
If you don't take the mask OFF you who they WANT you to be
And when you tryda catch yo breath they'll say you breaking the law
There's only so much time left, either we rise or we fall
United we stand...
United we stand...
United we stand...
United we......Stand UP!
(I ain't political, I'm ATYPICAL, nigga!)
Written by T. Jenkins for Je'Mani Daydreamz @ Nyght MuSAK/JeyMo's Precious Chyle Publishing Ink™. Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jey
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
There's no rewind in the tape, I'm 4 decades deep, shaded
Cross faded spun backwards, from the backroads of hades
Born searching for tomorrows, yesterdays never played
This game fair wit todays, sun blinded nights, like Ray
They write plays for the stage, saying Jesus was gay
First class ticket to hell, where hail storms never lay
Speaking easy wit a chip on my shoulders, I'm spent
I sent a tenth of my rent to spin my sphere as it bent
Globally warming yo ears, vocally arming my peers
Warning signs been known for years, I sip tears for my fears
Downing German beers for kicks the serpent's holding yo hand
Come have an apple wit a nigga, cuz divided we stand
United we stall pause, cuz the dream got deferred
Them student loans' in default my fault them visions got blurred
Sight unseen, never heard, the soothsayer's preferred
Diamonds dialogue the streets, but they ain't saying a word
Stirred the pot of jumbo dreams, soul's erased on the curb
Half-a-shot of gumbo steam, leaving niggas, absurd
You see the deacon when he speaking bout the plate for collection
I see the deacon dank and tweakin', choir SINGS, a selection
No protection from the weapon, time holds in itz hands
A tickin' bomb's a dead calm, wit a list of demands
Cuz divided we stand and, united we call
A cold diluted conversation, told the rise and the fall
Like Black Panther power pride and the right to bare arms
Black answer, sour, died, like they raised us on farms
Cut yo throat to make it seem everything's drenched in blood
Jump cut, deleted scenes, WATCH YOU drown in a flood
Desert sands turned to mud, caked up prices for oil
Ali Haji-Sheikh is safe, til the temperature boils
Hallucinated holy states, but they defending they land
Friendly foe's chorus line, won't be making the band
A lap dance for yo son, what kinda X you on dawg
The kid was only 12 years-old, somebody's lost in the fog (Puffy)
Time ta roast the hogs, them fallen soldiers equals yo cash
I wrote that shit in a blog and y'all muthafuckas just laughed
But divided we stand and, united we stall
You got the bluetooth on yo ear and still ain't hearing the call
You got sum bullshit on yo breath but still be talking in flaw
When the sky starts to fall you won't be climbing that wall
We in the valley of the beast, AIN'T no shock or no awe
Why niggas quick to yell out peace then they lock up they jaw
They killing children in our streets, itz a muted confusion
SING, if we shall overcome, nigga, USE yo illusion
Illuminati illuminates, welcome to the intrusion
Nigga-ritis spreading hate on daily bread, in delusion
Sweet Mary don't you weep, they got a plan for yo man
Rip Van Winkle don't you sleep til you return to yo land
Cuz divided we stand and, united we call
Obama rhymes wit Osama, but they don't know him at all
Osama's chill-lax in a cave, he had a price on his head
There's 25 million reasons Bush didn't want his ass dead
9/11 was a glitch, for all this bullshit they fed
Tear 'em down to build us up, got the country misled
Think quick before the pitch, a one-way trip to a ditch
Vietnam's Iraqi bomb, now, ain't that a bitch
I'm related to the pavement, adjacent to where you park
In-Ten-City's like the matrix, time to come out the dark
I'm a stealth, spit-kicker, a juggernaut wit a mic
I'm the one these niggas fear, at the edge of the night
In six degrees of separation, who you want 'em to see
If you don't take the mask OFF you who they WANT you to be
And when you tryda catch yo breath they'll say you breaking the law
There's only so much time left, either we rise or we fall
United we stand...
United we stand...
United we stand...
United we......Stand UP!
(I ain't political, I'm ATYPICAL, nigga!)
Written by T. Jenkins for Je'Mani Daydreamz @ Nyght MuSAK/JeyMo's Precious Chyle Publishing Ink™. Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jey
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Mo.Jey Poetics: "Fuh Cough"
Fuh Cough
I was dreamin' when I woke up
A simple, good moanin' - enhanced
Fires ablaze
Eyes glazed in a gaze
Entranced by the slow dance
Time and chance, chased romance
Skating on the edge of a moral demise
I fucked around and licked her thighs...
There's sumthin about the sound sweet pussy makes
As you enter the reverse of winter
But, well, uhmmmm....
There's sumthin about the way sweet pussy tastes
That simply makes a muthafucka: Remember
I was gone, til November called my name
And played the game for keeps
She was a lioness who tasted like strawberry divine
The close encounters of a truly fucked up kind
She wore the crown that so many claim
A queen on America's streets
I swallowed her cum the first night she came
...guess I didn't wanna fuck up the satin sheets
Surprised her one evening and went to her crib
She gave me the key, said she was in love with it
And it became that, which cannot be explained
But don't act like y'all ain't never heard that shit
Walked in to rose petal trails and the sounds of jazz
The scent of raspberry oils and myrrh
Lead me to her room, overzealous - consumed by the blur
As I opened the door without thinkin' about.........her
And there it was
The affliction to my addiction
She was laying on her back
Thighs spread wide on her bed
With another woman in between her legs
Giving her head...
...And so I swallowed my pride
Cocked my head
And asked, if I could join the ride
And she replied...
"Nigga PLEASE! Fuck OFF!"
Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jey. JeyMo's Precious Chyle Publishing Ink™
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
I was dreamin' when I woke up
A simple, good moanin' - enhanced
Fires ablaze
Eyes glazed in a gaze
Entranced by the slow dance
Time and chance, chased romance
Skating on the edge of a moral demise
I fucked around and licked her thighs...
There's sumthin about the sound sweet pussy makes
As you enter the reverse of winter
But, well, uhmmmm....
There's sumthin about the way sweet pussy tastes
That simply makes a muthafucka: Remember
I was gone, til November called my name
And played the game for keeps
She was a lioness who tasted like strawberry divine
The close encounters of a truly fucked up kind
She wore the crown that so many claim
A queen on America's streets
I swallowed her cum the first night she came
...guess I didn't wanna fuck up the satin sheets
Surprised her one evening and went to her crib
She gave me the key, said she was in love with it
And it became that, which cannot be explained
But don't act like y'all ain't never heard that shit
Walked in to rose petal trails and the sounds of jazz
The scent of raspberry oils and myrrh
Lead me to her room, overzealous - consumed by the blur
As I opened the door without thinkin' about.........her
And there it was
The affliction to my addiction
She was laying on her back
Thighs spread wide on her bed
With another woman in between her legs
Giving her head...
...And so I swallowed my pride
Cocked my head
And asked, if I could join the ride
And she replied...
"Nigga PLEASE! Fuck OFF!"
Copyright © 2010 by Monty Jey. JeyMo's Precious Chyle Publishing Ink™
-Who IS Mo.Jey...?
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