Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Crow

Yes I'm the family black sheep. I dream when I'm not asleep
And while describing me deep, I take form as a broken crow
Living life with reckless abandon, might as well been shot from a cannon
Because without a companion I'm just as depressing as an empty show
Peering through visuals, an idealistic individual
Levels have reached past critical, and yes this system is about to blow
Reading through tombs and novels, never did I once grovel
Even inside of a desolate hovel, my pride continues to grow
Picture perfect on the outside, passion and heart mixed with stride
Without any remarks snide, I stay as humble as fresh snow
I'm still grounded and down to earth, but even at my birth
I flew and for what it's worth, my curse will never woe
Since I take my weakness, and I made it my sleekness
So the cheapness of the petty jokes roll off low
Check out my confidence, look into my consciousness
Blasting like a rocket ship, I'm the space captain without a co
I'm lonely on this journey, but if we speed it up like Hermes
Push me down like a gurney, that is definitely a no
Let me write my story, my pen is my sword for glory
Never courting past forty, I plan to be married just to let you know
My life will be extra happy if I keep spitting just like Daffy
And if my son calls me pappy, please God, just let time go slow
One of my important moments, one of my important components
Let my opponents know this: your time is counted like my toes
Don't interfere with my family, you don't understand this gravity
Battle me and gladly I'll return every shot, slash and blow
And it goes deeper than that, it goes deeper than craft
It goes deeper than rap and that's just how the chapter flow
Because even with the knowledge, I still might not be polished
And even after college I still might be thinking no
Many people say they have it, but they lose, they don't not grab it
For them love is a habit, but it should run through your heart below
And through your soul twine, and through your whole mind
Just like a fine wine let it age through you slow
I've been pondering tonight about what to do with my life
How slowly do I turn the knife if I've got no place to go?
So let me smile through madness, my grin cuts through sadness
And imagine what happens, I can tell them I told you so
I quiver when I'm an archer, won't stop until I'm partner
My wit is only getting sharper, it's tied up just like a bow
I'm the rhyme and she's the reason and it's the season for leavin'
So if we fall under the treason, I'll still figure how to just glow
Ready to learn more lessons, prepared to jam out some sessions
And these were his confessions: your my best friend to let you know
His heart was lost and found inside her hands and in the sound
And let the feelings astound, too heavy you cannot throw
So it will not go out, it has won every bout
What's the champion about, a new status quo
This is normalcy, my greatness isn't fallacy
Smile at the galaxy. Going up: engines on turbo
Moving at the speed of light, this is what I need tonight
To reinvent my plight, peaks and valleys, no plateaus
So if I'm feeling great, maybe I'm feeling fate
Or I'm finally in my grace, pause for my ballerina pose
I know I won't be finished. My spirit never diminished
You talk it, then I lived it. And I've reaped everything I sew
Would I want go back in time? To re do some of my rhymes?
Only to relive that era in grind, otherwise, roshambo!
Since it's all just chance, I leave it to romance
When I went to the dance, all I could really say is whoa
I'm mixing up my memory, I'm dissolving into energy
You might be an enemy but you were listening though?
You are now my friend, and this will never end
I've returned again, and came back as The Crow
And then reborn as a fox, because I could never stop
And if I cannot be caught, then I have no choice but to go!

And then reborn as a fox, because I could never stop
And if I cannot be caught, then I have no choice but to go!

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Introduction

[Verse 1]
First of all, I would miss you
But I never miss, that's the real issue
Down to my muscle, tissue and my nerves
At birth I was singled out with every curse and verse
Derived from the tragedy of the 4th one gone
Comically I awoke like eggshells at the crack of dawn
I've realized I'm not a part of anyone's dynasty
The travesty of my reality cannot fathom me
I hold keys to my kingdom, I am every royalty
I am every single pauper and beggar too, don't spoil me
The king of my land, the queens in my hand
Every merchant, farmer, single mother and man
Saving the princess who's me, rescued my own life
I'm the rebellious prince that sneaks out in the night
And since I used to hide my eyes with tints
I look now at the sun in the mirror and never wince
Put the crown down, and then I pick it up
I'm everything and nothing, but I'm always enough

This is an introduction, a preface to the novel
If you don't want to bounce, then just wobble

[Chorus]
T A K U M I The Fox!
T A K U M I The Fox!
T A K U M I The Fox!
T A K U M I The Fox!

And it never seems so long
And it never seems so wrong
And it never seems so strong
So you can all just sing along

[Verse 2]
I'm confidence unbound, I finally feel great
I finally feel like my namesake's destiny and fate
Even if I have to use adjectives like swagger
To explain my chatter is dapper with subject matter
I'll couple it with laughter with a couple of jokes
Make you say holy cow like a bovine pope
Silly and serious and whole lot of Castanza
My verses endanger: panda stazas
Dreams of grandeur that insures a bright career
But before that I need some help from my peers
Because they don't know me as well as I hope
So when I kick dope quotes they don't think I wrote
So I'm starting to create an alter ego
So when he blows I'll still be a super hero
Even though I want my graduating class to be proud of me
I don't want them to flock when my money gets calories
I want them to like me before I get big
So they can tell the others "I was at his first gig"

This is an introduction, a preface to the novel
If you don't want to bounce, then just wobble

[Chorus]
T A K U M I The Fox!
T A K U M I The Fox!
T A K U M I The Fox!
T A K U M I The Fox!

And it never seems so long
And it never seems so wrong
And it never seems so strong
So you can all just sing along

[]
And it seems like everybody's fly
But I'm still down to earth, who knows why
I'm composed of both good and evil
And the people that help me are my equals
Even if I say that I am the very best
It's just who has the money to past the test
Grade me on merit, grade me on hard work
I'm just saying, I am not a jerk

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Evening Coffee

Here we are, staring at each other across the table
Listening to stories, exchanging morals without fables
I'm not able to separate the friends from the lovers
Without going under covers, but ascending my status as a brother
I want to hear the tales of grit, the myths and facts
The climax of your book, the syntax of my rap
Every trap, every pitfall, I want to hear it all
Where to start? We've got time inside this stall
Free refills because the coffee is on me
Just bring the honesty and I'll gladly pay, no worry
What's weighing on your head? The last time you said instead?
The last compromise, that last time you felt dead?
Tell me about your travels, let the problems unravel
Are you all bright sunshine? There has to be some shadows
The java wakes up my senses, my veins are lava
I'm eager to commit to memory your entire saga
Your scars, your eyes, deep like the night sky
With no demise, inside where do you feel your pride?
Questions I seek to be answered, but overall addressed
Every message expressed, my mind's a mess
But this stress will digress and be less, at best
The Northwest air will take out all guess and check
No BS for a few minutes, let's make it ten
Tell me how you feel exactly, let's be more than friends
Let's be connected through childhood trauma
Bond through the dramas and make our sentences run on, comma
And of course we'll honor in this late night coffee shop
As long as our conversations won't just stop
This should be forged and of course be strong
Let's make this an album, not just a lonely song
This can be more than just one chapter
I'm not asking for happily ever after, just a few captured
Moments in times, memories in rhyme, plural
The idea is to have more than just once, multiple
Make it a weekly occurrence, let it flow like currents
Let no one deter it, we'll furnish our new furnace
Slow and warm, don't use all the gas
I'll take off one by one all of my masks
The task here is to breakdown each layer and wall
So eventually we can feel comfortable enough to call
And so we can cry and we can laugh with each other
Clear words exchanged: no more stutters or mutters
Arise from petty high school statuses
Let's be old world friends, it doesn't matter its
Obviously a little crazy, a little idealistic
But I'm an old soul and a classic romantic
Maybe I've fallen too greatly with this little dream
Maybe I'm a lot lonelier than I really seem

Monday, September 12, 2011

Go

When I go, I wanna go my own way
Saving someone's life, without debts to repay
With all the knowledge of the world in my head
I hope I was able to say everything I needed to be said
I wrote a couple books, had a couple dope hooks
I flowed like a brook and was castled like a rook
But on this board, I'm the crown-less king
Boundless things have me surrounded by wings
I've been pawned with my brawn and so on
But my ripples of influence are bigger on my pond
So when the day fell, I arose as a Knight
L formations that made this loser shine bright
Diagonal sabbatical with tactical radical
A bishop with the wordplay: holy grammatical
People attend my funeral, I'll make sure to put the fun in it
Men and women can live it so vivid in my fifteen passed minutes
Smile at my casket, make sure I look good in my jacket
If someone is dressier than me, make sure I match it
Because ain't no way that I'm not the classiest at my own wake
You must be dreaming, I'll wake you up if that's what it takes
Play some good music, don't let it be so morbid
What am I buried with? Wait until I get to the chorus
Invite the bullies and the girls that broke my heart
Let them know that I cared for them since the very start
Sure they can regret, they can even not give a damn
But let them understand that even as a baby I was the man
Make my tombstone have a very good epitaph
Shorter than a paragraph, serious chuckles but not a huge laugh
I want to be smiled down upon and think about fondly
Keep me clean so when I meet him I'll be the closest to Godly
Let my eulogy be delivered by someone who can speak well
A bad orator is worse than death, that is something I can tell
And when I go, I guess I better say
In my box, the fox is buried in a very specific way

Bury me in a fine Italian suit
My favorite Nike shoes and my mic from the booth
Bury me a book and a black pilot pen
So on the way there I can write again and again

Bury me in something really classy
Bury me a copy of the Great Gatsby
Looking for Alaska and Catcher in the Rye
I'll need something to read before I gotta fly

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Calculated

[Verse 1]
So calculated, heavily debated
Instigated if I made it, ding ding, I weighted
Champion status, I lay nouns down with the pounds
And the mounds astound as I word play around
I'm a priest integer, I'm real holy
And when I flow b, It's Zero Kilos like Okey Dokey
It's OK like absolute zero, I'm the astute hero
I'm not gambling, I'm so at home: casino
The odds for me are evenly stacked
But the matter of fact is your red-faced when I get you blacked
Out of range, I'm out of a domain
I reign like pain and remain so disciplined: Cane
I've got my stripes, I'm more than ripe
I'm hand picked and prepared like Apple PI
Irrational is nowadays so fashionable
But their moves are so predictable and calculable
Talking about High Pot Nooses, trying to win
But I'm too CosY when I tan out my Sins
My solutions are improvements on the institution
My movements are smoother without substitution
No subtraction, my transactions of actions
Are impassioned with the magnets of madness
Raging on numbers like this just got real
Paging down my wonders because this is how I feel
Try to graph me and I'm off the charts
Try to match me and I'll lap before you start
I think my affinity is my mentality
And ability to be quick witted past agility
I calm down quickly and start to gingerly
Drink my cup of tea like I'm Bruce Lee the MC
No limits, I'm up to infinity
In one minute I'll reach my eternity
My hope is so dope and will rope and cope
That it's unstoppable, what I wrote: Asymptote
I float the moats of my mind into my throat
So what I quote flows harder than an armored boat
Never jammed, my logged based rhythm is
Consistently keeping a good speed: it's well driven
I'm TI times 89, I'm a design to the rhymes
I'm a king of the mind, a 3rd encounter kind
Double Os are what the fans eyes are
Wide stare, I'm there, when I start spitting bars
Salivating Krugerrands, they're yelling "You the man!"
Where does my cuckoo land? Flying like Superman
Number 12 as I delve into the shelves myself
And the wells of wealth are meld and dealt
Rocking 1s on my toes: primary feat
Threepeat, my elite beats are sure to defeat
Aiming without missing, got down to a science
Call it Trigger-nometry, Takumi or Wyatt
I'm a Peacemaker, beat breaker, speech placer
And all and all I've just got peak haters
Sounds good like a bell, I curve it quite well
I'm an A plus in the class, on a curb, I can tell
I add some of this, I multiply my hits
Divide all my quits and subtract any miss
Even when I tangent I still stay on track
Because I write universes till it fades to black
Stretching out beyond the world out there
I'm twice the rapper, yes I am MC Squared
I'm another plane living in another quadrant
I kill squadrons generally without being a flight Sargent
So pardon as I verify all my proofs within the hour
My work shows that the answer is I have greater powers