I picked up the microphone in 1983 and never looked BACK so now my FUTURE’s destiny.

A knapsack full of tracks, full of rap stacks . Schoolyard battles, but I had a Battle-ax

I spit through the school years. Linked up with Relay, 

Darien and Dame Dash and Superman (the DJ)

The cycle didn’t break, so we toured and scored

Hit the studio, but AFTER it was different than BEFORE

The label stopped supporting and the friendships start distorting

And ironically my only escape has been recording

I married up my shorty and she gave me 2 shorties

Now I’m "Father emcee"; who overseas would import me

Struggled with Relay and produced throughout our delay

Understood that our fans love our jams: Volume II

We both lost a parent and the strain is apparent

And this brings a new meaning to What’s a Bro to Do?

But life is a blessing and a “Changing path”

If you lose your control then you roll and crash

If you look at only SCIENCE and forget the MATH

It's like BEING RICH WITH LIFE 

but not RICH WITH CASH

It’s a lifelong balance between love and hate

Hurry and wait

Early and late...or out of date

If the balance is OFF , what you FOUND (is) you LOST

Like (lost) virginity = The point of no return is crossed!!


I pick up the mic in 2011. This music blew up and the dust is still settlin’

The beat is so sick that it should take medicine

Got the comp outside the velvet rope, screaming out, "Let us in!!!!"

....When I first got the thirst for a verse. Song Sick needs a nurse

Unrehearsed I can blow the fk up, till the bubble-heads-burst

Till they CENSOR out your whole rhymes, like it was a CURSE!

Song so sick that the Snare's quarantined 

From the Kick Drum bumpin' like the mumps. Nothing's clean (Germs)

The Cymbals got a fever, the Tambourine is eager

To Crash up on the Toms till they red-line the Meter.

Microphone commander is rabid like a panther

They bit up on my Rhymes so they copied like a Sampler

The Mixer and the Synthesizer’s hiding to surprise ya..

They truncated your head, and turned your fitted (cap) into a visor

The Turntable scratch you up and cut you like a razor

The Fazer shot a Lazer that could Fade Ya when we Play Ya

Your Label found it Major that your fans are bored

So we hope you feel better as you reach the sick ward.

The Sick Song  Featuring FLASHBACK 2011

Who called the cops when you ruled the blocks?

trying to feed your kids; trying to call the shots.

Who stole the SOUL and the R-A-P?

We lost our VISION now it's hard to SEE.

Rain in the sky means heaven cries.

Who will give the sermon when the reverend dies?

Who knows the TRUTH when there's so many LIES?

Who calls it QUITS before 1 last TRY?

Fire on earth means hell has a thirst?

Quenching for the those that are paused or reversed.

Rolling out the carpet for the weak and the weary.

They always want to SPEAK, but they never want to HEAR me.

PrAying for my failure, while I'm only prAying for you.

While others prEying on you. I've got hunters’ virtues.

Before I attack you, I always alert you.

I only talk (pray) behind your back just to BLESS you not to CURSE you.

I'm "Always Genuine": that's a LAW when you rhyme.

You can catch me LYING 6 ft under if I'm LYING.

Even off stage the defiant have to hear him.

I'll squash all the lies like: The True TRUTH SERUM. ( PROOF-read this).

Get a Grip (x 5) Your Loosing you Grip

Get a Grip (x 5) Your Loosing you Grip

Who takes the blame when you lose the game?

When you choose to remain. When the efforts in vain/VEIN.

Who can stay DRY when it rains it POURS!!!

When you've got no BILLS to pay the BILLS...your POOR.

Who can stay COOL in 99 degrees?

Even under the TREEZ you wish the sun/son would FREEZE!!!

Who could keep calm when your kids are gone?

When your wife takes a hike and your friends don't respond.

Who's got the balls to take all the slack?

Who's starving with no food to snack it's FLASHBACK.

“I get fed on a crust of bread.” ( Primates in Stitches @2:35 http://youtu.be/P4ehkDoYR7E?t=2m35s  )

Instead of losing my DRIVE I'm CRUISIN’ ahead.

Who's got the skill to make beats and speak?

Who's FREE-styles equal every ones STYLES at their peak?

Who's got VOLUMES of jams to turn the VOLUME up to and

Rock a stadium of fans?

My vision is strong like an Eagle hunting for a Salmon

Dive into the music into deep understanding.

On your FEET; landing INCHES from the finish-line.

Feeling like I'm Popeye, right before it's “Spinach-time”.

You'll get a flat on a FORKLIFT trying to PICK-UP my lyrics

You'd need to level CEMETARIES to beat the way I raise SPIRITS.

SOUL-FOOD-MUSIC you BURP after you HEAR it.

The PHAT CONTENTS: YO! Play That OBEESE hit!!

Play it so loud that the world knows your secret:

Your listening to the Best-Dressed-Player during recess!

The Truth Serum Featuring FLASHBACK 2009

At the stroke of midnight there is absence of light in the air is turbulence vultures stop in mid flight. 
Like a cobbler fixes soles/souls I'm a cobbler with my flows. 
Like a ruler measures greatness compare my height to your lows.
So this emperor sheds light, breeds spite 
like a bird in mid flight flying high out of sight, 
but what goes up will attack when coming down.
Will collapse you to the ground like catching 10,000 pounds. 
Like your duckin' from rounds I will hold on to my crown. 
I won't ever let it go until its time to pass it down. 
I will conquest and conquer from freestyle to encore. 
Pauper to prince my fingerprints on the launcher. 
There is a moat around my styles filled with gators and piranhas. 
If you go against my guards then your sure to be a gonner. 
From kingdom come till kingdom goes. 
I be kingdom styles with king dumb flows.
But I've got to elevate ya'. Like an elevator.
I've got to escalate ya' like an escalator.
I'm down to elevate ya' up to higher levels.
Fully exelerate ya' glueing down the gas pedal;
And drive the meaning through even if the light is red ya'll.
My first rule in life is to rule the Mic.
Rule of thumb.  Rule with a firm hand win fist fights.
All the kids in the dungeon.  Getting burned by the furnace.
Set em' free; let em' be.  Their my fans and they've earned it.
I get fed grapes.  I do wear capes.  I rule landscapes.
My dog eats steaks.  
I toss dead weight,
Your boss' who I pay.  You' ve got to get this straight.
I'm the best ever to date!!!
But I've got to elevate ya'
I'm down to be the Taster ( who spits out all the poison that might actually erase ya').
The ruler must defend his people,  save them from lethal
agents from Satan who's waiting beneath you.
I'm licensed to command I come and rule Sand, rule Water, rule Air,  Now (I) rule Land!  Grand!
Don't clap just cheer when you hear me appear,
My chair is a Throne,  My flooded crown be my gear
King Leir, King Midas,  King Kong ain't got the balls
King of Queens.  Ladies hug me like I was their first doll.
Burger(Hottie) King, Purple Crown, Purple majesty renown as:
The ruler of the City, Village, or Town
The ruler of the game of the marketing campaign
Your a thimble full of water.  I'm a Magnum Champaign.
I can't complain.  It's good to be the King.
It's good to be hood over my hood I rock my chains.
A drop top chariot on my shoes I'm rockin' wings
Trying to push you higher like you're sitting on some swings.
Like a bubble in water that's rising to the top. 
Let you reach above the surface, but you'll never go POP!!!!
I'll never let you down in the name of Hip Hop.
The least of my worries are the worst of your fears.
The King rules your thoughts from between both of your ears. 

Elevate Ya Featuring FLASHBACK 2010

2001 we've only just begun to live in comfort with ill lump sums. 
Rich ruffians we cus and still win rows is filled in, destroying buildings(destroy and buildin'). 
If you don't heed you could bleed with speed, faster a slave runs away when he's freed. 
I'm blowing up like the pigeon when the Alka Seltzer fizz. 
I bring the funk like the mornings when you open up your mouf-ases(mouths). 
This outfit is about drawing the line. Like an architect contracts for each design.
I wear medallions that shine like the first to cross the finish-line
I cannot stand Miller, so I guess it’s Guiness time
I’m fast paced, Black is the race; In first place
Every album’s a meal every jam’s a taste
Fool-proof.  It’s just no use.  Styles seduce
Introduce you to the noose then raise the roof!!!
  All the beats I concoct put your state of mind in a state of shock.  From the state of N.Y.x4

Night-Hawks we fight the dark force of course
In airports.  In countries.  In towns of all sorts
world wide we've seen the web in Lebanese and couldn't find the keys, but found weapons to squeeze,
Case closed I can't be judged by no man, nor listen to rules by those with no tans
I’m on the mic and rhyme unlike the type of parasites that bite the brand new hype
Time-less: The way I put it down like a step-child
When I get wild and start spittin’ projectiles
I don’t want to be the king, just the Emperor
When I perform everybody gets a temp.
Hot-Plates.  I’m tryin’ to have platinum bars
When 1 alone could buy  about 10 sick cars
Life-Jams.  I’m tryin’ to make laws with applause
With unflawed flows that’s never been heard before

All the beats I concoct put your state of mind in a state of shock.  From the state of N.Y.x2

Concoction Featuring FLASHBACK 2001

I took a vacation from rap. It’s like brand new now

Brand new sound. Not recycled; Brand new Crown

I always rep New Rochelle, but I’m in a brand new town

Where WOMEN stand men UP , while MEN stare you DOWN,

Where it’s all about the sex, drugs and revenue stacks

It produces hustlers, scholars, Millionaires who get in through raps

I’ve got shorties straight wilin’ off of my freestylin’

So I “caller ID” their bluffs and just keep on redialing

I can’t call what it is, but it’s real off the hook

Where you can collect more #’s then the whole telephone book

Where the trunks have shooties or bodies or hotties

Right next to a sub-woofer that was built for a party

Where the fire-ARMS can be worn on your HIP

The trees inspire these cats to speak: tales from the crypt

The scales start to tip when you weigh around the way

Weight inflates after it leaves this state (from powder to solid)

Runaways turn to carriers, them take the bait

And STILL end up on the buses going state to state

CD burners are our record companies ain’t nothin’ free

MP3’s are the death of the music industry

And the birth of the I.S.O.M. ( Independent State Of Music)

Where we fit on your nooses then hear your excuses

Then raise the roof on the Vert’ (Convertible) Hit the outskirts

This reflects LIFEWORK

This is how the mic work’s

Please show me a video to match what I’ve directed

I’ve been in the cut so long. I let the music get infected

You’ve got to pay dues. Kind of; step out of your shoes

Explore the bigger views the brand new News

Every verse can be a hook in this big book

Volume II: Turn the volume up and take a good look

FLASHBACK and RELAY: we don’t TALK we SPEAK

From your Brain to your Mind let information leak,

So you know in your soul that the flow takes control of our goal to:

KEEP IT REAL SO THE TRUTH BE TOLD

Shortys growing up with these Speakers in their Speaker

It’s as lucrative as dealers cooking (Baking) flower in their beakers

And “soldier boys” pump this on the block on the look out

They clap and whistle when the cops come to chase the crook out

And all you smell is cookout from 5-night ( till the helicopters circle and shine their spotlight)

It looks and sound’s like a SOUND’ show + all the sirens

FIRE-WORKS firing no one is tiring

It’s summertime 365 in WEST Bomb

West Palm Bomber Featuring FLASHBACK 2005

This was originally going to be What's A Bro To Do pt.2, but circumstances did not allow. So I used the music to celebrate our progress as Africans with a black American prez, and how Hip Hop played a big part in, the start of, the end of racism.

The Route (Root) Of The Problem 

We’ve got a black president 
Based off the merit of his excellence 

We’ve taken big strides since way back since 
We were property in the plantation fence 

We’ve taken lots of slack for our tone 
So my tone has kept it proud and humble on the phone (The mic )

Made the suburbs respect the poems 
The beet beat the racism. Cause’ we ain’t alone 

Strength in numbers = Ignorance is overthrown
No matter the color when you’re gone then you’re gone 

From diamond mines to gold that shines 
From silks and furs, passion fruits and sparkling wine 

The Mother had the drums to the rhymes since ancient (times)
The stories passed on like in radio stations 

The art penetrates into the clothes and the swagger 
It’s time to cast a vote prejudism is shattered 

From diamond mines and platinum shines 
From silks and furs on prime steaks we dine 

From businesses to what is this kid? 
From what the pilgrims did. Now we live 

In penthouse suites, in houses 
Room to grow no more couches 

King size beds. No more heat from FEDS 
A chance for legal tender. That’s legal bread 

Many remain in mental chains 
Defenses sustain, but we rule this change 

We rule we’re ordained 
Because we’ve been through more pain 
The floor plan is layed the driveway has 4 lanes 

Pride brought us here 
Now we hear-say first-hand 
Straight from the source can’t divorse it it’s planned 

It is as it was. 
We rule this cuz/cause the route/root of the problem went from an IS to a WAS. 


Of course it’s still around 
There ain't no use in pretending

This song don't mean it's over it just means that it's ending

So many people died it can’t be taken for granted 
Our roots grew to flowers 
In the soil we were planted 

From crowded cells to subliminal references. 
Discrimination led to criminal sentences 

True dedication standing up relentless. 
Suddenly the skinheads and Klan turns senseless 

Music gravitates to the drum and the wordsmith 
The watching eyes watched us demolish obsurd myths 

Dominant in sports and sound/fashion meeting on common grounds 
Was lost - Now found 

Pride brought us here 
Now we hear-say first-hand 
From the first land to the first in command 

BELEIF was the plan 
Then we reached the dam 
Broke down the wall and we’ve flooded the span 

Drowned out the sounds of folks putting us down 
Took all the thorns and assembled a crown 

Took all the words and flipped it for us 
Made it alright to ride on the back of the (tour-) bus 

The Route-Root of The Problem (Racism) featuring FLASHBACK 2009

FLASH on drums and spittin' one of my earliest recordings. Motivated by T la Rock's lyrics on It's Yours, I grabbed a dictionary and my vocab study words and went to work. 

Warning (FLASH on drums) featuring FLASH 1984

 
Catch Phrases
I’m the center of attention like a pixel 
My rhyme will bang you in the head like a brick will 
And at the end of the day all the things that I say 
Will breakdown what you started to fix yo! 

At the end of the day there’s nightlife 
And Flashback in your speakers make the right hype 
Order drinks; hit the floor; cause you’ve entered the door 
The sun is down, but the clubs got a bright light 

Not for nothing; I be bustin ’ the best flows 
Not for nothing; draped in garments; the best clothes 

Not for nothing; my production gravitates you like a suction 
What you want is the opposite of mass destruction 

With that being said: I’ve been rhyming through the centuries 
The best that I’m hearing right now is rudimentary 

With that being said: I get cold like a stethoscope 
Don’t hold your breath, it smells bad…I thought I’d let ya know.

AND IF YOU TELL ME NOT TO STOP. I WILL.
 
Words spread like germs; when you heard it like the verdict 
The sound is supreme. With the words it’s picture perfect 

But Word! If the words were just read, not heard 
It would still ruffle feathers and be fly like a bird… or a pterodactyl 

...Don’t even try it. We’ll detonate your block 
We won’t even riot 

Don’t even try it. (When I'm ) On Champaign diets 
Your burpin through your verses. You can’t remain quiet (in 3rd person)

Yo ! It’s the dough Yo ! The Flow Yo ! For Sho ’ Yo ! You know though. (YO!) 
Fast paced or slow-mo, opponents are no-shows 
Make-up artists fabricating life need to grow mo! 

That’s what’s up. When it’s up to you 
That’s what’s up. What is a brother really to do? 

Man it is what it is. Watch the profits/prophets fizz 
And that is: The vicious cycle of the music biz… 
And NOBODY BEATS THE BIZZZZZZ 

AND IF YOU TELL ME NOT TO STOP. I WILL. 

Slang be my thang thang . When others would gangbang 
I chose to sling verb-age. Kill with WORDS like Hang-man 

Battles on the mic was my victory that night 
Brothers tried with all their might. They would even OVER-BITE

I lost my record deal that was a slight oversight 
By the way the tables turned the spin on things went over right 

They say I talk too fast , but you’re listening too slow 
I’ve got to stuff it with enough hits to teach courses when I go! 

The rhymes keep on busting. A one-sided discussion 
My accapella verses could cause a concussion 
End of discussion! Your platinum plaque is rustin ’ (…and platinum can’t rust!!!!) 
Your runnin ’ too slow yo ! I thought you was hustlin ’? 

Respect often comes when your confidence is crushin ’ 
Disgusting when discussing. I’ve got Ugly Betty blushin ’ 
She said to “Call me Mommy”, like Joan Crawford!!! 
I cause the type of commotion that they cone-off the block for!!! 

Catch Phrases featuring FLASHBACK 2009

I watched day turn to night...tonight

Hoping to meet up with You and...Unite

Put back the Peace/Piece that's been torn apart

Bring back the feeling that helped form the art

Perform with form at a forum, with a warm reception

Feel at home; Never feeling foreign

The savior that saves ya with words and styles

Music projects for the Projects. Verbal lead projectiles

It's your brother from the Suburbs
Corporate's crushed with much verbs

(I) leave behind a gas that makes em' tear like Mustard (Gas)

I'm fueled by those treated cruel in the Rural

The Southerns got me stubborn as a mule

And the MidWest cures my distress

The West side take a ride

Grills so hard; Their/they're petrified

Heavy wait when the weight gets heavy

Delayed in New York

Or held up in Beverly

These press and politicians blame rap so cleverly

But their never gonna level on my level check the levee's see

Artist do it better when we expose the foes 

Speak for the nation the duration of a poem the pros of prose show em'

While I'm flowin' 

Shorter than a speech, but more impactful I reach through barriers like a prisoner

Visoneer with lists of lyrics for the Listeners 

For the Readers 

The Skinny to the Overeaters

The Lousy Bottomfeeders

To the Great Acheivers

I want to reach each and all 

while your stand-in in the bleachers 

...watch my speech evolve

Heavy wait when the weight turns heavy 

When your bout' to get set 

but noone else is ready

Heavy wait when the wait gets deadly 

When the sum of all wrongs helped me write up this medley

The daze of the weak ...

can barely see things clear enough so in essence they peek

The soul of a step...

This should be like an alarmclock for those that overslept

The mind of a child...

There's no limitations ever , 

so my thoughts are running wild

I'll be the pacemaker The heart of a robot

I'll change up this story 

cause right now it has no plot

I be the beat maker I keep the pace poppin

This whole place is lost and the Coordinates are locked in

Navigate with great ease. At the golden gate keys

Don't fit the locks. They ask( British accent)  What have you done lately?

I'm at the foot of a hill trying to get to the top

Maybe they would've let me in

if I had thought to knock

Another Opportunity lost in the sauce

I come across like a cross fade but always mix the shot

Like a bar tender

get you bent up like a drunkdrivers car fender

To earn more dollar bills than a corporate lender

That's my Aim for the game in the crosshairs of pain

...Take it with a grain

Heavy wait when you can't wait to see

How the verdict weighs in if it's him or is it me

Heavy hate when the love is muffled

Cuz. THE SOUND of your heart means your FUTUREs in trouble. 

Heavy Wait Remix Featuring FLASHBACK 2011

Fast pace, slow paced, anyway you want it

Peace in the East-West-North-South.....or Conflict!

Flexible, digestible, question the unquestionable,

No question my answers are words you need to let you know

How to flip a phrase like back in the days

Double up your plays guide you through the maze,

Amaze like Grace, invade your space (SPACE INVADERS)

The body chalk traced.  Your era is erased

There's terror in your face, because I've come to haunt

Anything you want is written in the letter like a font

In the letters like a font. Food for thought I'm a restaurant

I just saw your Uncle Sam, he was cheating on your Aunt

I saw him in the bank cashing in a check that's blank

 Signed by the people he was laughing like a prank

Filling up his ass with a barrel full of gas

Pumping up the prices; pumpin' up the music BLAST!!!

Cutting on the schools, but building up the prisons

Went to meet the leaders, they said," Sorry. You just missed em'"

Went to meet my friends they're just waving in the distance

Dissed now I'm tence and even questioning exsisence

Opened up my THIRD eye looking with my SIXTH sence

Your holding in a raging bull with nothing but a stick fence

 
Your words are not a threat because their Strile Lies

Your words are the Truth....just dressed up in disguise

Working like a workhorse.  Working for the workforce

They're serving BS dessert,  but I'm still snacking on my first course,

They told me pay my taxes, so then they slash my check

They tell me keep your head up then they try to slash my Neck!

They say respect the power, but their on a powertrip

I'm trippin out to murdrville charge it to my powerstrip!

Watch the coward skip like a rock off the surface

He realized that this is only 1 style out my surpluss

Your last leg's, my first wind,

Adrenelines burstin' I'm thirstin'

In person.   I'm first in line

Persist to flip the script devine

Verses allign and transcend time

Not a trend I'm- laying down the law 

Weighing down the raw, staging an uproar

Uprising, my outfit's upsizing,

Enough despising.  The black moon is rising

Causing the tide to come in 
the tides turn like tables
corporate labels get rocked like a cradle
I disable and enable with fables.
All my Mic checks are payable to the Death...from the cradle.
Put a hole in your story like a bagel 
Stop your shop up like the toilet ,in any given winnebego
Your click can't flip a brick opps! I mean a lego.
So stay slow. And stay low.
Make your dough see dough like the rodeo,
Make your dough see doe record store to tour
Make your dough see dough merchandise and heights.       
Make your Dooh! see Dooh! like Homer Simpson type publishing rights 

Make your day goodnight

You and your alterego...yo they should fight!

 


Powers That Beat w Rhyme 2010 Freestyle

FLASH on Vocals, Drum programming and Keyboards;Eddie Woods Keyboard solo and Mixing

Years back, the pictures clear like a mirage. 
I used to practice playing drums in my garage. 
No music to help you stop your feet. 
Just a steady hardcore real funky beat. 
When I was just a child in a breaking crew. 
We were the Battle Kings we were just for you. 
I used to make up beats on my drums at times, 
and that's how I learned how to rhyme.
I used to practice in the shower where no one heard.
I used to make up funky tales and word for word 
I used to show my friends they said it was okay.
"Dave you always had a rhyme to say"
Then competition rose, I wasn't the only one. 
That's when the stardom of rap had just begun.
So I tried my best to make something out of sight. 
I was sit in my room real late at night. 
Then I heard new songs on my box of sound. 
And I knew it was time that I got down. 
I started with the tune that would blow you back.
And that's some history of Me and Rap.
But there's still some things that I've left out 
the lifestyle I lead without a doubt 
I used to get up in the morning; early times. 
I used to break-dance to my rhymes.
I used to make up rhymes in the early start 
you learn to make up raps if you use your heart 
I would dress up that was no mistake 
people were surprised when I Rap and break. 
Then television accepted the change 
I saw the videos to the Raps rearranged 
So that the Breakers breaked and the Rappers Rapped and the DJ was Cuttin' it up in the back. 
So I said now I have an idea of this. 
My style is sorta different, but I'll still enlist. 
I'm like a storyteller with the kid in his lap. 
Let me tell you some more about Me and Rap.
A couple years went by I perfected the skill. 
Learning the ways and the method was all uphill.
I was known in school; people knew my name 
My name was Joist, but now its not the same. 
I got bored of it so I changed at last. 
And now I'm F-L-A-S-H MC FLASH!
On with my history story of FLASH 
I was destined to rhyme and never to crash. 
I had fans and groupies to spread the word. 
I had battles, that's when the FLASH was heard. 
Many people tried, but when I replied, the laws and the boundaries were defied. 
If I lost the battle once I came back again. 
I never lost twice I was with my friend. 
And when my rhyme was done silence was a must.
because I had taken my opponent on an awful bust!
Rap then rap now it hasn't changed a lot. 
I could rhyme in the cold or when it was hot.
Then I got into writing and song creating 
The whole idea was so devastating. 
I mixed rap with notes and what did I get? 
My own style for music a new concept.
I had a different tune not like what you heard. 
All the cuts and the scratches were fully cured. 
To make a record that was my destination.
Creating in school and during vacation. 
Whenever I wrote down a rhyme, 
I would think it through and take my time. 
Work hard to cement the style gap.
That's a vague picture of Me and Rap.
There's a reason for this story it can't be overlooked. 
Rap is second nature. I just got hooked. 
But I wanna show you cuz/cause' your a friend. 
If you fail once just try again. 
Practice makes perfect and trying makes better. 
Being tops means that you're a go-getter.
If this rhyme were a cable it would not snap, 
cause' it's the line of the history of Me and Rap!



Me And Rap (The Flash AKA FLASHBACK In 1986)

TESTament

 It's a confession a confession.  The compression of my thoughts

The expression my profession. Son I'm (Con)fessin' up a lot

My suggestion learn my lesson, because it's more or less the best one

Listen for the ANSWERS before you start to ask your QUESTIONS

Memories leave indelible impressions

Always assume positive intentions

Looking in the mirror not recognizing the reflection

This test is a TESTament: You Can't Survive By GUESSing

"An epic that will remain stenciled on the mental sheet of unfolding generations" M.L.K.
 

My eyes open up to the sun through the east 
window..... to my west wall

I pray,  but I'm still not a priest

My words should dispel, instill and wish well

Positive karma brings me Heaven not hell

Since in New Rochelle I could see the injustice

But trust we weren't silent.  We had a voice in just US

Melting pot society; I learned from each variety
Never let it bite at me. I respected instead, rightfully

Grown folk thinking.  Sound score is riveting

World tour travelling or Locktown Visiting:

Which would you prefer

Frowning or grinning

Sounding looserish complaining about the World.  You(r) Living!!

Or making big decisions that improve the ones behind you 

Leading by example so the followers can find truth

Even unaligned you should drive to go the straightest

Try to get there early or they'll put you on the waitlist

Even atheists have beliefs (They WONT believe)

But even though they can't see it 
they believe the wind moves the trees leafs

Plea bargain on your knees praying/saying please

Some atheists find religion when the doctors find disease

The faithFULL turn faithLESS when disaster strikes

An innocent young victim sent up to the masters heights

And just like the wind Heaven is within

The gates of your faith, some can't even wait

Synthetic Heaven got you feindin' for escape

But when you sober up  you see it's really hells gate(way)

"You don't change your ways!","I will rise up and break the BACKBONE of your POWER!!!"M.L.K.
 

It's a confession a confession.  The compression of my thoughts

The expression my profession. Son I'm (Con)fessin' up a lot

My suggestion learn my lesson, because it's more or less the best one

Listen for the ANSWERS before you start to ask your QUESTIONS

Memories leave indelible impressions

Always assume positive intentions

Looking in the mirror not recognizing the reflection

This test is a TESTament: You Can't Survive By GUESSing

 

My eyes feel tired as the sun dips under 

And before it's pitch black, lighting strikes 

then thunder rumbles and tears drop from the clouds

I pray for those gone all my blessings keep me proud

My kids need to look up at dad, "he's took to push ups"

Communications crissXcross and someone hangs the hook up

So these words express the needs for less stress

Naked from materialism,  but I'm still the best dressed

Marriage; love this labor

Love has many flavors


Family and friends, loved ones and neighbors

Stand on different levels:
1 Some are high heavenly

2 Some are closer to the devil so lowdown you need to let em' be

If you can save em'. Help them break that rhythm

But be careful when you reach out cause' they might just pull you with them

Some ignore wisdom; dumbfounded and blinded

They lost their path to righteousness and need a map to find it

Pointing at the sinners while their pulling out the splinters

They'll nail you to that cross, and keep their hearts as cold as winters

There's no integrity if your judging like your holy

Because even eyeless' folk can SEE your full of Guacamole

You've got to pay the piper if you want to point that index

Your lense of perception needs a bucket full of Windex

Everything I do I do with positive intention

 

It's a confession a confession.  The compression of my thoughts

The expression my profession. Son I'm (Con)fessin' up a lot

My suggestion learn my lesson, because it's more or less the best one

Listen for the ANSWERS before you start to ask your QUESTIONS

Memories leave indelible impressions

Always assume positive intentions

Looking in the mirror not recognizing the reflection

This test is a TESTament: 
You can't survive by guessin'

TESTament 2012 feat. FLASHBACK

                        Recipe Of Wackness

It's like the FBI's tapping my phone cause I'm bugged

The judge asked me if I'm guilty I just shrugged 

I intend to touch every ones that's listening 

I'm so ugly on this track that it needs a beautician

Like this like that like him like her

If it happened to me it could happen to you for sure

There's an autopsy smell when I'm up in the booth

I stick around like the piece of chicken up in my tooth

I'll tarnish your image of breaking the Guinness

I'm grizzly bear witness, I called it your witless

I'm nighttime at day and daytime at night

I've got a rock-star schedule I go  to work on a flight

When you see me on stage I'm PUNCHED-IN for business

OVERTIME in the studio my job  description's: Mischief

My enterage grows as I publish more flows

But yes men, they speak a lot of rubbish!  Ya Know?

I don't like critics who give out critiques

I'll cut your writing careers SHORT like Risky Business BRIEFS.
Expose all the foes now their wearing figleafs 
there is no relief if trying to top me is ,your belief 


YOU ARE THE RECIPE..

 

My word start to liquefy as I flow off the top

I'm a 1 stop shop from the gutter to the pops

From the heart and the soul.  From the dream to the goal            

From my rhymes on some paper to my rhymes on a scroll

I'm at the peak of a mountain still reaching for the sky

But it keeps moving away.I guess I'll reach heaven when I die

I'm LIVE cause I live for the this minutes millisecond

I'm edgy like a mental institution filled with weapons

Even when you win you get treated like a stepson.  No question 

So many acting in this Game is  this Rapping or Wrestling?

Are you dancing or dueling?  Who PAYS to FIGHT in nightclubs?

Especially at the end when the body lies lifeless.

Bullies feel karma.  Love drama.  

Wear armor covering their fragile minds with a persona

Go to Dr. Phil get grilled and grow some testees

Your failin' the man-hood test you're the recipe



The way I spit I shouldnt be in a booth I need a Shower stall. The chances of   you beating me is better to win.the Powerball

Recipe Of Wackness 2010 feat. HyperActive

Man Of War  feat.FLASHBACK 1988

SIMONE'S SONG




I met her on a Monday and  my heart stood still,

She said her name's Simone and she made my drink spill,

The chemistry was there; so I asked for the digits,

She responded with a question; She asked for mine(digits).  Yup! She flipped it,

I was on the uprise in the prime of my youth.  

I found love in the basement now we own the roof,

(I) Saw her in the soul shack in the kitchen our tradition,

(We) Carried on our conversation to the funky sound system,

Love in the air, that's the scent I still smell,           

When I lock with your eyes oh! I know I still tell, 

that the fire and desire will not ever retire,

Time can heal all wounds even scars become lighter,

The flames never dims when I think of that night,

I had seen you before, but this was love at first sight,

It's awesome to think that my shell could be cracked

That our kids and a life  would evolve form this  our pact

A sacred bond that lives on after death,

If love were a song you're my special request...  Simone

 

Simone's song feat. FLASHBACK 2010

Locked and loaded. Often quoted. Everywhere I spoke with wit haters loathed it. They confirmed to me that I’m good and they know this!!!
Fast and furious or way too laid-back. I’m roaring to go.
Wave the checkered flag on the race track.
Pick up the pace. While you idle and stay back.
I’m grabbin the purse.
Dogs I used to chase cats.
Redline status; blowout the mix board.
This is my mixture. Basement to the sixth floor.
To the rooftop penthouse, heliport landing
Merchandise branding. The last man standing.
Last chance gambling. Yo! I’m all in.
Watch dice fallin’ trips out to Holland
Walk out the house come back again crawlin’
Cooking up schemes in my big black cauldron.
Hold down mode here’s one for the road
Sensory overload beats bump like a toad.
This episode you can get with the flow
Watch your energy grow when you exit this door.
I’ve got plans; big plans that lands me, in the big house, like a sheik in the sands.
Stands overstuffed, fire marshals set to rush.
Filled to capacity and that’s to see me. Whaaaaaassssssup?
(I’m) Catergorized as: The Master of Fly (lethal on land and a disaster in the sky).
On stage rampage and raise the bar like EZ pass.
…And at the end of the day…Hey!!!
Walk it out like your George Jefferson
I rap like I’ve got a death wish to get this done
My profession stays fun that’s lesson one
I’ve got possession of my masters (recordings) I’m walking past you as you run. 

Cauldron FLASHBACK Freestyle Series 2009

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Runnin', walking, spying, stalking
the whole 'round the way' is talking; lots friend
they anticipate failure
already on the rugged/ragged crossing they'll nail ya
Crucify you they used to try you
now they want to own you, buy and prequalify you
God is watching.   God is talking.
What I'm hearing; God thinks we need options
Instead of fuss we need discuss
We need this trust then more of us
Could motivate and pass the time
By bringing major change intwined with Major Change($$)
Stock exChange. Motor-cade all 5 lanes
Sittin' on the cell charting flights for an aeroplane to Maine
Street.  Main street...I main(mean) mean streets
Between beats . I Write rhymes eat, ish', sleep
Hip hop this dung's deep

Puzlle Pieces fit together
I be the ruler. I'm taking measures...
I meant measureMent. I'll walk the length
I'll penny pinch the style
That means I've got some cents/sence
Un-con-ventional flow
I'm un-con-ventionable so
Your 1 (dUMB)dimentional mind
might start to eventually know
And move your skiddy @ss off skidrow
Get that azz up and go get dough
Go get a job.  Hype! Get a job

HYPERACTIVE
That's what he said , I ran outside
not 1 job left, no cabs to drive
no floors to sweep, no souls/soles to keep
eat ish' sleep hip hop that  $h!tz deep
I hit the mall... the mall was gone
Economy; keep holding on
Consciously: I know I've got it
Realistically: my landlord just used my deposit
...and the 1st is tomorrow!  No one left to borrow
Grand Theft Auto got me scheming for the star role
Scamming barcodes. Fear from lock-town
Got me desperate , but with crimes I'm not down
So all I've got is heat for hot sounds
I've got no time, just my clock wound
Time will tell, Fathertime will tell
HER: "I'll tell you this: take this mint you smell!!!!!"
Even these broads won't show a brother love
I'm feeling left out  and lonely like I'm Michael Jackson's other glove



Fathertime Remix FLASHBACK 2012

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AFTER WORDS written by FLASHBACK 07'  

Track Produced by Rich Harrison


The block flips when I talk slick.

It's obnoxious, empty Glock clips

I got rich. So they gossiped,

but they got tricked, I got it locked quick

you make hot hits, I make tropics

you touch topics. I make box sets

The ray's cosmic,  Your ears' optics

paint a picture like(Salvador)Dali surreal logic

walk your dogs quick. I'm trying to sell this like a pop hit

be cautious you might find your rings rockless

the cops rift because my wallets made of Ostrich

and "All this is a mistake" my lawyer objects.

I've got stress. I've got the urge to bring apocalypse

Your flow was seamless; now it seems it's got rips

Your rhyme styles for kids silly rabbit I've got tricks

Like a pimp/magician works disappearing objects; Complex/Simple my stocks net

very high this last year I talk politics

I hock-spit as I rock sk!ts. You got this?

I Got This!

Prophets put Profits in pockets.

I've got kids I tell them that life is a bid that you should never have to call a cell your crib.
From old people to young that's drooling on a bib
We were put here to die....but first you've gots to live!
Relatives to the Natives always take when they give.
Drink a fifth with your crew hope no one has the hiv'
CUZ
Life is uncertain you never know when the curtain's going to drop on your show

So have some honor yo!

The flows never slow, from the promo to the tour

The accolades pour from the front row  to the front door(Why'd you front for?)

I spit a verse and the crowd becomes paralyzed

I'll stun a GI-ant an Ant or just Average Sized

I feel the need to repeat offend again

rake up some Benjamin's. My world your entering

Front stage, center ring I'll expose your circus

beats we've got surplus let the beef surface

Half of my dialog is either prayers or curses

Blast out the smog look through the layers for purpose

It's good enough to purchase priceless your worthless

Reverse your verses your sound sounds refurbished

I've got plots of land and lots for spots

(I'm) Dr. Seuss in a bubble goose talk the talk

You can't teach a playwright how to flip the script

Because your wrong; left writing about the same ol' $h!t

Word play is played-out.  I play word-games.

Word-up. After words (afterwards  I enter films to ENTERtain.


After Words (Flashback Freestyle 2006)

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Instead of cereal I eat a bowl full of glass

So every line I spit could leave a crease like your

I eat Biggies' dogs' food; that's Gunpowder Chowder

So every line I spit could amplify louder

I look at the marquis like it's a menue during lunch

I'm certified berserk. Berserk; I'm certified

No matter which way that you cut it, I'm short 1 slice of the pie

Your stuck on st. Your formulas diluted

I see your big picture; through the microscope I viewed it

your tupid! You wear this game with a loose fit

Your mic's and chords are useless

.they're better off as nooses

I don't understand what TRUCE is. This might come to Nukes!!!!

Or me referring to you as the alias: Dukes

Real-talk the talk and walk the walk boppin'

Turning down your offering

Because son you're my offspring

My sights are all locked-in and loosing not an option

Peirce your HEAD with a spear

.Now that's what I call a-Conquering!!!!!



I'm jumping off the stage. I'm landing on some fans

I'm surfing on the crowd to a heckler in the stands

I'm breaking down his pants

His jewelry is Tom-foolery

His girl's built like a stallion

But her grill looks like a mule to me

I punish pranksters brutally

Reps get stepped on, and that's no question.

Play this selection!!!

I like the things I'm hearing..but

I have to break the silence

I'm bored while watching comedy.

I laugh while watching violence!!

You've never heard my style since the last

Time I played ya!!!

My game is rugged criminals get locked up to stay safer

Blame it on (Mother)nature. She's telling you to issoff

She's counting down from 10

Like she wants to watch you lift-off

If you don't get my drift: STOP

This ain't a place for pit-stops

Besides your (arm) pits are funky

Like the sweat under your wristwatch

That's TMI so LOL or TNT. DOA for real

It's not a tall tale. My thoughts won't bail

My brain divorced my mind on the accounts of betrayal!!!



HYPERACTIVE as Usual 2010 Feat. HYPERACTIVE Prod. by FLASHBACK

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Take A Look O  2009(featuring HyperActive)

(Die to) Live  (2010)

Typewriter.  Stereo type writer.  Stereotype

Left you worried that I might bite ya,

I'll bark on you, like you're a tree

Like I'm a DOG I'm pissed-off. So on a tree I'll  pee!!

My CATS scan the crowd

Ain't no biters allowed

All these RATS want the cheese, they bumble to BEE

Ask the OWL who's the flyest "SNAKES take long to digest"

My WHALE of a tale like an EEL: I be the livest

There a was a MONKEY on my back. Now this MONKEY'S out the cage

Like a CANARY in a coal mine. Like a BAT-MAN in a cave

Like the teeth of a PIRANHA being shot out of an Uzi

Like the lock of a PITT only death could diffuse me

My DEER wants the DOE from a WOLF who'll never know

What he has is a SWAN, but he thinks she's a CROW

Like a LYNX in the snow getting chased by a BEAR

All this imagery is rare POLARized in your chair

My reoccurring dream has me on a pirate ship

With cannons so big, it turns solid sh!t to liquid

I've got you on the plank, cause you should stand trial

Your biting on your nails, because I pulled your file (your nail-file)

My crew is throwing raw steaks in the water to attract sharks

Bullets graze your hair so now you've got lines like Black Bart (  http://brianprocell.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/blackbart4.jpg )

I'm captain and commander your on my ship see the sail

I'll gorge out your eyes so you'll have to read your rhymes in braille

I blackout and then I dream about the things I shouldn't be doin'

You can't tell me sh!t like when my mustache first grew in

My metaphors are metaphors to make a metaphor to

I'm tempted to do crimes that, at least, could get ya 4

I put it to a beat to avoid the electric-seat

What your calling entertainment is therapy to me

 Complete. Not indiscreet/in your face like teeth

I got that ozone flow everything else is beneath

Underneath, sub-level. It's man against machine

Dig my underground style like John Henry with a hammer

Your steam powered style seems pretty routine

I'm a hard act to follow. Capture memories like a camera

We don't live to die...We die to live! Kid!

(DIE TO) LIVE Featuring FLASHBACK 2010

If you can think it.
Then BRING IT!!! 
if you can't Rap it, then Sing it!!! 
if you aint too prepared. 
Wing it!!
This obstacle you can swing it 
You got a problem 
Then solve it!!
You need some help you should call it
The more you Delay...
TOMORROW is TODAY!!!
Don't STALL IT!!
We've got a his-story of misery
Pushing limits our industries' 
are in the streets 
So we're here in the BEATS!!!!
Giving protocols for pro's to ball
They'll close the mall
just to buy our kicks we rolls'
WALL TO WALL
We've struggled/juggled jobs
It's rugged Dogz' 4 real
Independence starts with wheels and providing Sq meals
We've got RIGHTS 
But we're WRONG 
Cuz' we're cussin' in songs
Trusting Momz cuz she was there all along
We go behind the scenes 
Like a documentary 
Got you centuries ahead
With the scriptures I just said 
Inventive beats and rhymes 
To help change the times 
2 tables cutting 
Back and forth
Flashing-back to remind (you)
Flashing Back to the
turn of events
I'm Putting fashion in
every sentence 
So Fuk-Sus-pence
The Rent's still
due on the 1st!
So every verse 
has to be the worst
....but the meaning reversed
I've cursed my way 
through interviews 
My interludes
Includes buffets 
full of BBQ food 
The fact of the MATTER 
We can't OCCUPY 
THE SAME POSITION 
So your rendition 
feels a critical condition 
We come close
to addictive.
If it makes you sick 
give it a few 
runs through...
With skids you'll depart
Cuz I drew my gun 
Made you run
when I laughed 
...then let out a fart
Insane and intense 
Invent with intent
to occupy the brains 
of every single continent 
Then to conquer countries where the GRASS is much greener
Where the love is more
harmonic than Saraphina
The BEATS are more robotic 
Than Revenge of the Clones
The beat is just to get you open 
 ...then we enter your domes
A velvet picture of RELAY hangs in every home
Turn to chapter: David Thomas 
Read how I was THRONED 
How my microphone Alone 
is worth 10 pounds 
in diamond stone 
How I was buried 
in a field if Homegrown'
How the music we invented
Sent by Angels to the SENSELESS 
To gain SENSE from every SENTENCE 
Give the "Drilly" like a dentist 
I've crazy-glued the mic to my palm
Mic chord goes to my veins
The words travels through my brains
This ain't a PEN
it's a MAGIC-WAND 
and when I touch it to the paper 
ALL MY FEARS ARE GONE

If You Can  - FLASHBACK FREESTYLE 2002

Futuristic Kingpin and Tactitioner Crew jam Produced by Clark Kent

Grip The Mic  feat. Magnificent 7 1993

Sardines UNRELEASED FLASHBACK 2010

I'm walking through the rain too wet to even care 

I'm dizzy and prepared to break until you can't repair 

The last thing I ate was raw and polluted 

I'm starving and I've got a splitting headache to prove it 

I'm fighting back my tendency to rob and steal 

I'm starving  for a meal some M&M's would be like veal 

I walk into the store Bee-line to the back 

I see some sardine cans that I rack off the rack 

Then a hand lands on my shoulder as I'm exiting the door 

Store owner with a bat 

Swung so hard he hit the floor 

He hit a bus stop sign. Then he hit the deck 

My feet ain't never failed me so I jetted from the set 

Regretted as I turned the key,  slurped down a sardine 

Used to be partying, till all my funds were parting 

And left me broke and lonely like an empty can of fish 

I saw where I was heading but I never pictured this 

Mr. at the ATM pulling out his card 

punching  his #'s which I spotted from a far 

Once he gets his card back then it's time to card-jack 

I didn't know he's "off duty", packin' with a hard hat 

Told me to interlock my fingers right behind my head 

Then I saw my shirt turn red as I fled 

I wondered why I had these thoughts in my head 

But what I thought was a thought was a bullet instead

Sardines UNRELEASED FLASHBACK 2010

Monday Mournin'
FLASHBACK 2008


It’s Monday morning and you have to wake up,
You have to break tough.  The (daily) grind it stays
rough,
enough to sleep in.  The sun is creepin’,
The early birds are up and the worms are leavin’.
Once we would wake up in chains and shackles,
(With) bigger burdens to tackle.  In the basement of
the castle.
9-5 pay day.  Hustling everyday.  
I’m on my “A game”, but it stay the same way.
I pull the covers higher till I’m drowned in slumber,
It’s so much better under; hear the rain mixed with
thunder.
Symbolic to the plight: Every day’s a long night,  
the sun only shines while you’re working on your
fight.
Yo! It’s time to punch out. The sun has gone down,
Dawns early light is replaced with the Owls’ “Wooo”.
You know who!  It’s You and your home(-bound)
bound to rise from the stew only done by a few.

Rise…Open your eyes…It’s Monday mornin’
It’s the cycle all over again

I’m out of the bed.  My knees pressed on the floor.
I request that I’m safe before I come Back through the
door.
(They) Don’t need to draft me cause’ every day’s a
war,
or a fatal game with no clock and no score.
Every day’s a daze.  Every week I’m weak,
Every shift I adjust.  So I’m working at my peak.
Morning it feels like mournin’.  I’m warnin’:
At the unemployment office a line is forming.

So Get Up!!  It’s the cycle all over again
…It’s Monday mornin’

Monday Mournin' UNRELEASED FLASHBACK 2008

Nacho beat 
Produced by Kanye West
Written and performed by FLASHBACK

Sticks and stones can break my bones, but WORDs...Can Build/Destroy, change the Hood to Suburbs and Vice-a-Versa. 
Life's controversial! 
The mic might 'Hearse' ya or have you in Commercials 
But the LimeLight fades; there you stand MIC-less... 
Shelf-LIFE=LIFE-Less 
We Rule with a tight fist 
Our album comes with water, because it's harder to Digest the fact: 
We counter-rapped any lyrics in your Digest 
You wrote it in your Diary 
Your in Dire need 
You want to Boss then Fire me? 
Double-cross and Wire me? 
Take Heed: 
We're STRETCHING THINGs like Rex-Reed 
Take your (mental) Chains off like a Slave that gets to be Freed! 
FANTASTIC! Take our PLEDGE or get your Ass whipped 
(I'm) Making up Slangs and Nicknames on the Fast-tip 
Then we murder classics till they look like Taco-meat. 
And I call this jam Nacho... because it's "Not Yo Beat" 
Breaching my security= Burns in the 3rd degree 
They'll listen to no PLEAS or PLEASE!! 
..until they squeeze. 
THEN they're ALL EARS! 
LIKE VAN GOUGH! 
Let no man go 
cause he can glow!! 
RED-HOTs flyin' at your Notts'. 
American idols get protected by rifles so we can finish cycles. 
Your plans get stifled then punishment follows- Getting 'spanked by hollows', 
'till there's no more tomorrow's.' 
My Father and Mother used to quarrel 
cuz I loved to rap 
They saw for what it was 
I saw potential in the tracks 
And I'm too hardheaded to- Not 'go right out and get it!' 
Change it up and edit.. then take the whole credit. 
Fill up my debit card 
Carde Blanche got me reckless 
No more schemes to get rich. 
My dreams brought a death wish: 
I'm Awake in a Nightmare, on stage, almost breathless....When I stop...the whole crowd is spitting the verse that they requested (Safety-nett'ed)!!! 
My PenmanSHIP 
and SportsmanSHIP 
is like a SpaceSHIP trip. 
Man Mork would flip!! 
You'll 'get a FLAT on a FORKLIFT trying to PICK UP these lyrics' 
You'd have to 'Level CEMETERIES to LIVE up to this SPIRIT' 
SOUL-FOOD-MUSIC: You BURP after your HEAR it!! That PHAT-CONTENT!! 
Yo! Play that OBEESE-HIT!!! 
And play it so loud that the world knows your secret!!! 
Your listening to the best kept PLAYER during RECESS

Nacho 2007 Freestyle Series FLASHBACK

The Other Side of Existence 
1987 Written and produced by FLASH AKA FLASHBACK 

On a stormy night 40 years ago 
I took my last breath and felt my last blow 
I remember the sounds and the smell of the air 
And the mistakes on the way that brought me there.
I was just out of school and on my way to LIFE 
There was a girl who, in time, would become my wife 
And my career was set; I was a music star 
I received my first check so I bought a car 

Driving near the beach before I performed 
would settle my nerves and give me brainstorms 
Since music was my game I had to be sane 
I was a really crazy child until I used my brain. 
That’s when I realized that times were gone 
I was really off track…so I got on 
And became a Music Man that people love, 
But the producers and managers always shoved 
I signed the wrong deal. “They took advantage of me!!!” 
They wouldn’t let me write my songs; I paid the fee. 
Playing local clubs I became unknown 
I married my girl and bought a HOME 

I was still a FADED picture to the music world 
I had to play on street corners with my girl 
She sang with me when my dream had slid 
until one year later…she brought me a kid 
I had to support my family so I worked hard 
When I thought I was HOME-FREE I was caught Off-guard 
because debits were owed and I was getting tired 
I was always so sleepy that I got fired! 

( I ) sat down at my piano and composed a song 
that should have set an impact to put me where I belong 
But I needed equipment to make it sound good
Me and my family could live like we should 
So I went to the streets way after dark 
Looking for some money from a loan-shark 
Then I bumped into on and we negotiated 
I got my stuff. My dream was no longer FADED 

I made a demo tape and sent it in 
I had a sure-fire contract which would make me win!! 
I ran to tell my family. They were relieved 
I finally worked hard and I achieved!! 
I went down to the beach where I always stayed 
Watched the waves as the young kids played 
I realized the fact that I owed some money, 
But I brushed it off like the whole thing was funny. 

Until one night everything went away.. 
I was supposed to press the record on the next day. 
When I was on the beach I tried to concentrate 
I meditated on my FUTURE. On Love and Hate 
My mind went blank! My body grew cold!!! 
“Some just miss.” I was once told. 
I had never paid my debt, because I had no dough ($$) 
But in that type of racket’ you die if you owe 
I could see my family, but they couldn’t see me.. 
I got instant death for an instant fee. 
I had a good time in those days if only I knew 
I would’ve talked to my wife before it was through. 

Right at that moment I thought it was winning 
It seemed like the end, but it was only the beginning, 
On that fatal night I parted with present tense and now…….

THE FLASHBACK SOUND

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