zion i - critical (feat. planet asia)

my brother hip me on the game
said that we original mayne
and we manifested here to spit slang
i thought a minute, and let it sink
deep like the titanic
we wallowed in the ocean of atlantic
pacific-al, mystical styles
in the west, its gettin wild
i'm chillin like a sphinx up on the nile
reverberating
why is you hatin hip-hop we creatin?
across the desert sands we be bakin'
my melanin...

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some of the rawest bars i've heard in a minute

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and madlib actually blessed the track. the fb crowd will have to visit the blog to hear (and be able to d/l)

"that's why i fuck with you. you gotta live life and then learn about it. me on the other hand, i take other people's word for everything and do what they say, but you? you gotta live through everything yourself...but you learn. everytime you go in one of your spells i'm always like 'yeah that's just 'Toine...he'll come back.' and you do."

why common used to be my nigga pt. 2

"on the amen...
corner i stood, looking at my former hood
felt his spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
threw...dirt on the casket, the hurt, i couldn't mask it
mixing down emotions, a struggle i haven't mastered...
i choreographed 7 steps to heaven
...and hell/inhale wait to exhale and make the bread leaven
veteran of a cold war
its Chi-ca i Go for
what i know or
whats known...
so somedays i take the bus home
just to touch home
from the crib i spent months gone
sat by the window with a clutched dome
listenin to shorties cuss long
young girls with weak minds but they butt strong
i tried to call, or at least beep the lord, but didn't have a touch tone
its a dog-eat-dog world you better mush on
some of this land i must own
out of the city, they want us gone
tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
my circumstance is between Cabrini & Love Jones
surrounded by hate...yet i love home
ask my god how he thought traveling the world sound...
found it hard to imagine he never been past downtown
its deep.
i heard the city breathe in its sleep
of reality i touch, but for me its hard to keep
deep
i heard my man breathe in his sleep
of reality i touch, but for me its hard to keep...."

denise. (the 3rd D for those counting at home)

denise t.
virgo [on a libra cusp]
nw, dc

wants:
(unrealistically) the universe! shia lebouf body with a voice like trey songz.
{realistically} an open-minded, cultured, 6'0" tall, lyrically and mentally poetic, great talker & listener, simplistic yet complex, non-delusional, economically friendly but not cheap, uniquely stylish, charity donative, intelligent, freak in the sheets, musically schooled, anti-radioist, star wars fan, twilight zone watching, physically fit [like a model (idealistically), but i'm open to other options] handsome gentleman who doesn't mind covering the bill or letting the bill being covered, teaching me new things on any and all levels, being a big dork, making corny jokes, trying new things, & laying around listening to the record player by candle/streetlight.

needs:
for that guy to not change a thing about himself or sacrifice a damn thing about himself for me in any way. nor should he expect of me to give up anything of myself. everything is workable no doubt.

misc:
what's your view on religion?
what is your definition of love?
do you think love is tangible on various levels?
what's the best occurrence in your life to date?
what's the worst?
how do you feel about possibly never meeting my parents/family?

when i reminisce over you

7-29-07

when i reminisce over you (my god)

just listen...

i said just listen

to the lonely poem...

as i rock on...and that word is bond

see i reminisce so i'll never forget this

definition redefined

with your biography

when you acknowledged me

solidly i stood on us

god.

god is love

and i can't say i love you

but i loved every second of us

my god i, hated everything that kept us apart

can love & hate stem from the same root?

not logically, but my god was my god so what wasn't true?

everything was nothing, nothing was everything

it was all a dream and a nightmare

but everything it was, it was to the highest degree

so my god it must be

my god, she destroyed me as a boy

yet built me as a man

and even since she's disappeared

i'm no atheist

because i remembered my god before i learned my memory

she just happened to refresh it

so i reminisce for a spell, or shall i say think back?

to when my favorite song was on repeat

and Love was the track

and i played that shit so much i started thinking it was wack

so i forgot the feeling...

but one day, i'll learn the lyrics of future love songs through you

so until those times

i'll ration from the harvest of my mind

...when i reminisce over you...

my god.

i must've heard this 300 times before i had to blog about it.

"Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listen
And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen
These gassed up niggas just ain't fuel efficient
I play the winter breeze to chokehold your piston
*ahem*
Now you niggas can't make pole position
Classy, chasis, can't hold the transmission
Crew pit, useless, they got they tools missing
Watch me, grand prix, champion for wealth driven" _mos def

(the roots - double trouble)

"...we all beginners in the hood & Five Percenters but something must've got in us cause all of us turned to sinners..." - aZ.