this is probably the first full song I did, and added other songs to create the Hand to Mouth album around ’05.

(Chorus)
I’m tired of livin hand to mouth and check to check
Don’t know what’s next, get no respect, the dough is what you hoes expect
This flow and poetry don’t pay none of my bills yet, I steal to get,
I know authority is real upset

(x2)

I’m high as fuck and writin rhymes and mindin my own,
My mind’s blown, don’t mind throwin’, and leave your spine showin’,
Genius reaching past my penis grabbin my nuts, I wanna
Get this cash, no matter what

You get squeamish, it’s heinous, when I bring the scalpel stainless,
It’s painless when you’re brainless, no need to explain this,
House full of payments, and I don’t need a co-cocaine offense,
I wander aimless, ponder doing countless main events, I train for this,

So now I claim that I came to reign, my clothes are plain,
But hold the mic and, yo, I go insane,
My flow’s my name, cuz I’m so profane with gibberish, I’m livin’ it,
My car remains without its insurance, the insurgent,

The insolent, and still I pay my rent, but can’t do little shit,
Like takin trips with Asian chicks,
I slit my wrist once, money isn’t why I was depressed,
Now it is, fuck it, cut it open, what’s the difference?

(Chorus)

I spit nothin’ but sick, I’m flippin’ these lyrics,
to get up in the mix, and rip out your larynx,
If murder paid, then I’d be rich, for once, you dunces,
I’ll get you on the first of the month,

I leave pundits pungent, I keep guns in cupboards,
for pregnant mothers’ wallets, I’m even robbin’ your daughters,
Sorry y’all, it’s just that I been tryin,
and starving so long, it’s like I’d like to get in,

And get mine, and do fine, and stop drinking Mad Dog, it’s
time to get riches and make a trip to the dentist,
Not to mention dissention at all the bitches that’s dissin’ me,
You’re missin’ the point, I’m sizzlin’ so don’t front, now,

I’m being real blunt, I’m human, stuck in a rut,
What am I doing, drinking brew when I’m down on my luck,
Makin’ it worse? I’m cursed, and I just can’t reverse it,
I’m servin’ it up hot, just to make it all worth it

(Chorus)

What is my purpose? I know I can’t be that worthless,
To just be customer service, like I really deserve this,
While I’m thirstin’ for something I feel is actually worth shit,
I’m showin’ no mercy, I blow you all into bits,

You already heard, in stores, the clerks, they get nervous,
I don’t do it on purpose, it’s like they turned us to burglars,
And I hate eatin’ dollar burgers, and flirtin’ with dirty girls,
Don’t bother me, I’m out here workin’, spurtin’ my words,

I am a grown-ass man, got a Colt in my hand,
And boltin’ when I smash it on the face of a man, demand,
Cash in advance, I snatched it and ran,
I’m eatin’ Diazepam, that’s why I’m as high as I am,

God damn, I’m tryina silence the lamb,
Provide for my fam, cuz it’s supply and demand,
Got a knife in my hand, and a gun in my waist,
Give you a taste, or point it at my own face, Kablam!

(Chorus)…

To me, lyrics are the most important element of hip-hop. Yeah, the beat is nice, and it seems like that’s the only thing people listen to these days, but I know that the lyrics are still the main thing that matters. Hip-hop’s gone so commercial lately, it seems like there’s this big swarm of “me-first” individuals that only wanna hear about the bling, and the overcoming of all odds, and not listen to what the song is about. And because of that, there’s an overwhelming group of new artists that follow along that same trend – making the wordplay, and the metaphors, and the unique manipulation of the words bastard children of a once-mighty empire.

In a way, I guess that’s a good thing: keep the real rap underground! I don’t like when music is censored or watered-down. I like provacative stuff. It’s not that I’m old-school – plenty of new rappers still strive for that golden verse or that dazzling punchline – it’s that I’m TRUE-SCHOOL, and I know what hip-hop came from. I like to keep that creativity going. It’s what got me started in the first place…. like making pictures.

I’ve decided to just go on a rampage, and drop all the lyrics that I ever completed a song to, in web format. I don’t think it’s gonna be very organized, but oh well. Maybe one of these days, I’ll finish what I started over at LyricWiki, and get it all grouped, and whatnot… or maybe I’ll stumble across something in WordPress that lets me arrange these things in some kind of coherent way. Or maybe I’ll turn the lyrics into a chart, marking all the twists in the words and such someday? Should I let all the secrets out that early? Anyway, stay tuned…

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