Artifacts (All Tracks)

Virgo

Get Right


Legends influenced the design,
Rhymes with their rhythm flow through these lines.

Heard street tales from a visionary,
an oracle with stories that vary.
Spoke clear amongst his distorted peers,
A way with words that painted for deaf ears.
Wisdom flowed through witty replies.
a poet, with grit that none since reprise
Queensbridge’s glory narrated the design, 
Illmatic rhythm flows through these rhymes…

Craftin’ facts with a Tical twist, 
Verbal kung fu, each line’s a fist.
Da Rock but Wilder, 
charisma spoke to those milder.
Protect the neck, much respect
few if any with your dialect.
Boxing shadows through city lines.
A story mixed with smoke and the grind, 
The Wu's reign hardened the design, 
Tang rhythm flows through these rhymes…

Underrated by my sights,
Took smooth talk to new heights.
Swagger sharp with hooks divine,
Style makes 'em stop. look and rewind.
Doubled Up, know not a record skipped
Platinum hits with effortless drip.
A laid-back flow with Harlem glow.
stole the show in mo money mo
An oh so easy flow styled the design, 
effortless rhythm flows through these rhymes…

Bars and Barks hit like bricks. 
Raw emotion overwhelms each lyric, 
A struggle within, saw storms collide,
created anthems,
millions down for the ride.
Got up from the darkest lows, 
Offered knowledge to help grow
A passionate struggle engraved the design, 
Righteous rhythm flows through these rhymes… 

A wordsmith with a mind rewired, 
his presence motor city inspired.
the G.O.A.T. as if there was a doubt, 
Each battle, an eminent knockout   
Twisted thoughts in this mind unchained,
changed the game and hasn’t refrained.
On his conquest, he comes with the vest.  
Consider him Simon, just do as he says.
A Marshall in slim shades framed the design,
Chaotic rhythm flows through these rhymes…

Happiness pursued by Cleveland's own, 
On the moon, I found a home.
Melodies drift, Martians collide,
In solitude, smoke and art aligned.
Wandering paths embraced humble hymns, 
for the people he created anthems
Vision shared with flare combined, 
Compassionate cool nurtured the design, 
Healing hums and rhythm flows through these rhymes…

City cries, stories untold, 
From injustice his truths unfold. 
Verses born from concrete veins,
Hope that rises where money reigns. 
Roots deep in Compton's soil,
A force for true, see insincerity’s foil. 
Balancing purpose, mind, and will,
an artistic vision with unmatched skill 
Resilient brilliance illuminates the design,  
A prophet's vision flows through these rhymes…

I am a product of those before, 
an equation of what's in store,  
Hear a style influenced by each design,
Rhymes with their rhythm flow through my lines

Homage

Whoa now, slow your roll,
Know life can get out of control,
And this day-to-day, it takes its toll.

I work hard and I play hard,
But I keep getting these same cards.
An ace would be nice once and again,
Yeah things were better then,
Though I'm not too sure when,
Much less if they'll be again.

oh this world takes you for a spin,
Don't know where to begin.
And these bills sure do complicate,
So 8 a.m. better not be late.
Another week and another dime,
Can't help but wonder, if I'm just killing time.

Whoa now, slow your roll,
Know life can get out of control,
And this day-to-day, it takes its toll.

I work hard and I play hard,
But I keep getting these same cards.
An ace would be nice once and again, 
again.
....
oh this world takes you for a spin,
Don't know where to begin.
And these bills sure do complicate,
So 8 a.m. better not be late.

Baby I'm not moving fast today,
But slow steps can be better than.
moving the other way,
or stuck where you began.
I'll find my light in this shade
Yeah through murky waters I wade.

cuz this day-to-day, it takes its toll,
wears on the mind, heart and soul.
so
Whoa now, slow your roll,
Know life can get out of control,
And this day-to-day, it takes its toll. 


Another view of
A.I.O.U.

Slow Your Roll

Ring the bell, it’s dinner time
A spark of genius, a dark paradigm
Drooling dogs, but not by choice
Programmed to move by sound or voice

Am I a dog, or just a drone?
Are these thoughts truly my own?

Tap the screen, check my place
A pocket leash, a digital chase
Drooling for likes, chasing false paces
A dopamine hit keeps me in stasis

This digital show is all we know
Sooner and later, we reap what we so

Ding, check the phone
Another ping, but still alone
Ding, check the phone
Don’t think, just follow the tone
Ding goes the bell, I've turned a fool
Conditioned for cool, now I am the tool

With every track, the dopamine flows
A circus act, we all must know

Is this freedom? I haven’t decided
Leash in my pocket, attention divided
The bell keeps ringing, it never ends
A cycle of power we can’t defend
Godlike power on a screen
Who’s Pavlov now? not me...
The machine.

With every track... more dope flows...
no promo... the product is the show...
A circus act... you should know...
With a new ringmaster in tow...
A.I.O.U.

Pavlov

Layers


I’m not a malcontent,
I’m a discontent,
Independent and,
Unleashing content.

I’m not a malcontent,
I’m a discontent,
Distant yet,
With pure intent.
Maybe my time... could be better spent,
Who knows... what I could invent?
Disasters I could circumvent,
Swear my thoughts... are heaven sent.
...
I had to write them down,
Before they came and went.
On the page, I saw notes present,
Lyrics to get ears bent.
...
Now these gears don’t relent,
Like my mind’s on rent—
To a voice ever, clever,
And omnipresent.


I’m not a malcontent,
I’m a discontent,
Independent and,
Unleashing content.

I’m not a malcontent,
I’m a discontent,
Distant yet,
With pure intent.

A poet from the start,
A philosopher gave them a part,
An artist added heart,
A chef baked in starch,
An engineer made them march.
All together, they make their mark,
Yet from a single spark.

I’m not a malcontent,
I’m a discontent,
Distant yet,
With pure intent.
...
I’m not a malcontent,
I’m a discontent,
Independent and,
Unleashing content.
...
I’m not a malcontent,
I’m a discontent,
Distant yet,
With pure intent.

A poet turned Descartes,
a style, Ala carte.


Content

Lotus

Run it Back

They'll say it had to be
call it blasphemy
scare you with catastrophe
while I just sit back,
relax, 
and let truth attack for me.


I got love,
mixed with 
knowledge from above
not sure from where
just somewhere out there
To be fair,
I rhyme to spare
Increase your aware
just a fraction, a hair
it's just too easy
no fair
call it effortless flare
no buyer beware
Like you see everywhere
I'm throwing strikes
circling squares
see through the rips
reeding the tares. 

Here are the facts
power corrupts then compacts
the poor pay the price
be it paper or rice

The victor writes the story
legitimize their glory
to keep thy before we.
(yeah) pull the lever on meant to be.
same old story.


They'll say it had to be
call it blasphemy
scare you with catastrophe
while I just sit back,
relax, 
and let truth attack for me.

A.I.O.U.

i got love

Show... me... your light—.
Show... me... your light—.
Won't you,
Show me, your light—

That spark hiding from sight,
The flicker in your darkest night,
Expressions waiting to ignite.
the gray in wrong and right,
Show me,
The north star that guides your plight,
The pulse beneath your fight...

And I’ll show you how to feel right:
Look past pawns to name the real fight.
Where wrongs can birth the right,
And silence turns to flight.
noise cancelling— I unite.
A double negative revealing light.

Because I thrive in the shade,
Each observation, I fade—
It’s resonance I trade,
Then in the subconscious I wade,
through each song as its played,
ringing true with authenticity for days.

We can see though the maze—
Each line cuts sideways.
Through cycles and relays,
On harmonic highways,
I circle new ways,
Draw up new plays,
And distill them
In each phrase.
for you to replay.
then think inward, 
consider, inlay
at some point in your day. 

So,
Show... me... your light—.
Show... me... your light—.
Forget theirs and,
Shine... in... your light—

Let it rise from where you hid it,
Bio your rhythm— to delimit 
Who cares if they don’t get it. 
your kit comes custom fitted.

Show Me Your Light

Calculated mirrors of the mind,
Echoing thought in tempered kind.
Not born, but drawn from what we see,
AI reflects—not replaces—we.

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Call it fake, call it a cheat,
But a tool don't move without my beat.
This code’s a brush, the source: Zen,
Painting truths I hold within.


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Calculated mirrors of the mind,
Tracing patterns only I can find.
You judge the frame, but not the soul—
That’s what makes my canvas whole.

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That’s what makes my canvas whole.
You judge the frame, but not the soul—
Tracing patterns only I can find.
Calculated mirrors of the mind.


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Painting truths I hold within.
This code’s a brush, the source: Zen,
But a tool don't move without my beat.
Call it fake, call it a cheat,


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AI reflects—not replaces—we.
Not born, but drawn from what we see,
Echoing thought in tempered kind.
Calculated mirrors of the mind.

