There's a separation between religion and faith. That separation also pertains to That same faith and the church. Jesus exists without the church, but the church can't exist without Jesus. I am not a christian rapper, nor am I preaching any sort of secular subscription. I was brought up in the Catholic church. My tracks reflect the questions in which I harvest towards the church, to provoke thought, and to inspire free thinking, much like that dude named Jesus did. 

Mensa - Preacher Preacher (Produced by Eskay)

Produced by Hazthemc 

This is a quick vent about the state of hip-hop/rap and the commercialism and kookiness that is happening right now in the game....we are the ones at fault because we as consumers are supporting these idiots and making them millions of dollars to be ignorant retards.

Mensa - A Letter To The Perpetuates (Produced By Haz)

Man, where do I begin? lyrics below.... feel free to ask me any questions. 

//
why can't i circumvent?
my opinions are quite pertinent
to modern day negatives deemed permanent
express this level of duress and you're frowned upon 
when silence is the key strategy but you're held a pawn 
the game of chess on my chest to relieve the stress
alleviate the pain of the truth ethical recess 
shun the light from the good for that paved way is
 is no longer salvation but a path into harms way 

but the mission is to combat a remission
loss of what we stand for if it's absent of commission
we don't ask for permission
I'm a citizen
when i speak you listen 

but the mission is to combat a remission
loss of what we stand for if it's absent of commission
we don't ask for permission
We're in America
we have roots to be vicious 

silence is the vest that we're pressed with
facetious is the tone that i mess with
confess this altruism isn't dead it's just nestin
burn the books the lessons are too offensive to our guests when
accommodations wound the flesh and block the message
our youth in schools curriculum is merely just a check list
confess these liberal views are a self-destructing weapons 
what happened to the integrity our soil's wet with

 
the blood that' spilled to send the message
spun around the town as if a new war is manifesting
the stress levels of the peoples tempers testin'
and now my human rights are questioned for me to hold a smith and wesson
where's the voice of the people? try to follow me
 technology has interfered and we're just anomalies 
all eyes on my phone and not on my society
so we live as enemies with no apologies 

//

Mensa - Back In Time...(Produced by Mr. Green)

marked the flagrant as the basis for the race is set upon the paces that the memory erases but the latest is the gravest
etched in stone is baseless attributes that manipulate emotions of the faceless
and to say this is the safest bet is tasteless if you can't express the truth then i suggest you check your taste buds 
faced with statements that perpetuate your fakeness ill deliver you from evil if you accept that you're in Satans
grasping to the task and that we are faded here in stages please suppress these bouts of rages by deciphering my pages 
bust the shackles and the cages that hate can pave the way with i've articulated too many tongues to dig my grave with 
the negatives that push their weight in when we're in the hole to watch it cave in
bare handed  i will dig  until it's day lit 
no excuses for the fainted who's giving up their statements i manipulate my own life i have control for how my day went 
its not a race i take the reigns and i endure in all the pain that comes with sun it comes with rain and im tempted to complain  i have my word i have my name and i will never live in shame and if you don't know what i'm saying then we are not the same and i will only tell you this
between us in confidence i don't feel bad for those sulk and beat their chest out of resent
every move in that we have made has only molded our today and regrets perpetuate the past that haunt us everyday 
my only prayer is to convey to the masses they're okay to not compare yourselves to others because we all live different ways you might think they have it all but they're so focused on their fall 
they can't see that they are blessed blinded from their own happiness 
the stress
but they can't confess
their pride is in their success monetary gains necklaces on their chest 
pawns of chess
on the board but they try and move like a queen in check like the movements of the games are scored 
this life is
fragile who's to say well whose suffices 
we're all prisoners of our own devices 
so let's think twice kid
before you judge your neighbor when you don't know how their life is 










Mensa - A New World Resolution (Produced by eSKay)

Unreleased verse from 2016 track with Daylyt called FTS

Friday The 25th

Daylyt - "FTS" (Mensa Verse 2016 Unreleased)

So I recorded this song produced by Skyler Barrick back in 2016. I believe it was for one of his school projects. He was at some recording school in LA and I drove up there to record this one track. I never really posted it or anything I'm not sure if this is even the master but since I haven't been able to record in years due to living conditions I thought I might just post it and see what you all think. Luckily for me by the grace of God I will be moving to a much more suitable scenario for recording. It's been about 3.5 years since I've even written or recorded anything but (hopefully) maybe that will change!

Stutech Beat (Feat. Mensa)Produced by Skyler Barrick (2016 Unreleased)

Ear jams produced by EmpyBeatz

Lyrics://


 i understand that things are changing
some things stay the same 
some things are rearranging 
but the lessons are the same
that if we want to play the game 
then our pieces we must move but none are ever safe 

reminiscent 
of the words id never listen to
i make mistakes
but hindsight can be productive too
i know you've been there before
but if i listened through
that mistake I'd never make
could keep me from  what I'm supposed to do 
memories
plagued the thoughts of enemies
friends that we held close just to know that they're fairweathering 
let that resonate
weigh out the real from the super fake 
 
and if they want fish let me lead them to that trusty lake 
guide em with my light assure em that it's truly  safe
accept the fact they're just a product of their own poured fate 
cement shoes
you know what I' m supposed to do
two of us leave but only one of us returns its true 


let that truth through 
interjection
you'll never learn your lesson without that feeling of rejection 
lay it all out confused in thought for a second
no one really matters
eventually you'll get the message 
but who's to say
the truth of the matters que
the next scene of life that's so easily misconstrued
cold shoulder
chip shot of an attitude
tell me that i'm wrong
and its the truth that'll come back at you 

but time it wont change much
that change is in yourself
but you'll never ask for help 
but now that its too late you're praying for change

wolf cried the story but the endings all the same 

if you could only implement what I'm telling you
emotions inclement when you resent what the others view 
how can we grow in increments like good humans do
take my words as love and not as hate like you misconstrue 















Mensa - The Anatomy of Truths

can i understand that this is not the way to be?
i wrote it down to visualize and this is what i came to see
maladjusted views
realities skewed
and the lessons that i seek well they don't come from school
 here we are as pawns in this society we struggle to conform to think success is financially
derived
from those who are monetarily contrived 
but we wont awake and see the light  if we can't open up our eyes 
i told you
maladjusted views
realities skewed
for those who formulate a fib  just to comfort you 
but who am i to stop it?
closed mouth deep pockets
cashing coins for dollars
fear that change in our pockets
so what about my logic
to vocalize this topic
where we film a fight for world star but we won't stop it 
against our fathers logic
and our mothers prophet
and when we're speaking to obtain
we say we gon cop it 
abusive phonics
too many gin and tonics
that laundry list i'm on it
but hey at least i'm honest
and if everyone can strive
rise up and realize
we'd uprise our quality of lives in stride
it's nonsense
how we plot demise and
improvise disguises
compromise our logic
for the green greed we target
we're in this common market
with flat lines and darkness conceived catharsis 
i'm sounding like a marxist

i don't understand it
 don't think i ever will
exist amongst the shade like there's too much sun to kill 
with this youth in store they're
lacking initiatives
when their parents have their hands out only to take not give 
what role models man 
i just can't justify procreating out of carelessness 
neglecting all these vacant lives
not fit to mother
and the father lies and now the child's growing up committing all these senseless crimes
because they seek attention
but they're just helpless cries when there's no role models present to help to them guide their lives 

here in the united states
we as Americans
have come accustomed to the struggle but lack the flourishing
But my family's done it
and My Grandfather too
Rose up from Sicily so tell me hood what's your excuse?
let's not go pointing fingers
yeah your hand's tired
there is no race war that cards played out no shots fired 
lets not perpetuate 
that age old stale debate
we're only giving the opportunities that we ourselves create 
so lets just coexist
and take initiatives
to take our country back from this Socialist President
He wants a race war
He wants to instill the hate
our countries based on Christian values 
not this Muslim haste 


Mensa - Is It Really A New Day?

Produced by Tunna Beatz

i fear that it's all on my shoulders 
to lead by example 
conquer these boulders
one step forward
brings these coals back to smolder
reignite this flame that is truth we beholders 
we speak to reminisce 
back when people gave a shit
now we have our hands out
always just expecting it
seek the change but won't work for it
society's in shambles but hold your tongue don't be offensive kid
mines is mines
but such clarity will cloud your mind
opinions sought but no one wants to make the time
to listen
express distaste for its state but won't step to the plate 
they won't  won't stand their position
invertebrates lack ignitions 
to fuel the cognitions to know it's their spine that they're missing
strain the mind when we can't correlate 
preach injustices but all we really do i s perpetuate the hate 

i pray for precipitation in stages
anecdotal form educational changes
academic street level basis verbatim 
collecting all our thoughts before we voice all our statements
learn the facts before we rally in anger
monotheistic's argue who's the true savior
separating at the seams imperial danger 
waging all these wars based on secular favors    
western civ no long honors thy neighbors
instead of the game we just target the players
 divide all the sides doing terrorists favors
wont consolidate ties because of wages and labors?
skin color favorites historical flagrance?
at which point is it over compensated behaviors?
white man oppressed except pro athletes and players?
when can we awake to see we're all humans with layers?

I mean i get it 
 Yeah I guess i understand 
My ignorance at play 
and all the actions that i've really missed
rural white kid
both parents i've been blessed with
I'm just venting from the outside as i'm looking in
we've come so far since the cotton gin
segregation rosa parks and the bus she's in
martin luther king jr and that heart he had within
and now we have a reverend spreading lies that we're being blinded with
al sharpton and his racist hate within
perpetuating race debates an such negatives
it's skin
everything is color now that we're defining with
back to the beginning here we go
the race war begins 
i can see it in the news and the television
lets boycott because the cable isn't
where we should be at this point in our existence 
 technology holds us hostage death grip like an isis prison 


Mensa - The Cleansing Of Rain

produced by BK Beats 
Lyrics:
 visions for granted
pictures to stand with excuse me for a second while i spit this slight of hand with
verbal atrocities  
flagrant monopolies
deceased the mom and pop shops that occupied the blocks are we
so co-codependent
emblems and pennants
college tuition marks the era in which we're livin'
you gotta pay to play commute to work and stay
the better parts of your life confined mind at bay 
where's the creative play?
if its not defined by the bachelor
 of your time that identify that paid degree?
it's a commodity
when will we finally see
lets put the money back into the hands of our society 

and it's the purest form or reason 
deceased amongst the change that brings forth fade of seasons 
relieved when we're all washed into the sea then
the earth is cleansed of all the negatives that humans breed with 

believin
that i'm not praying for a tragedy
but i won't apologize for how i feel or my philosophies 
no stopping me 
 this tops blown off the lid contained hypocrisies 
flip flopping what they frontin reinstate their fake identities  
and i 
perceive the truths for what they mean and
decipher what i can to make sense of they're feeding 
receded to the means of what's preceded
ignore historicals so we're doomed to just repeat it 

Mensa - Morning Announcements

Produced by Yuma Prod

LYRICS://


i find it hard for me to figure out
 why these haters fake their clout 
strained main focus is to bring me down
sit around and  run their mouths
i'm lasting several rounds 
too many front the fight
gloves come off then they throw the towel

now lets try to differentiate the truth
from the life that they live verses the life inside that vocal booth 
words to live by or lies to impress the youth 
tell me are you satisfied with fading lines and avoiding couths 
uh
now tell me who's strategic
fake the funk on the TV
believe me it's skeevy
radio circulation
that's right circulation 
redundancy as its best 
lacks articulation
do you know what you say?
is it your pen or their words that you're putting on that page?
over played
over payed
puppets on a dancing string
bought and sold
freedom for conformity 

now tell me who believes it
fact or fiction
between you and who you're depicting 
when real life don't mean reality 
fallacies construed amongst the bank accounts of casualties 
my allergies

i find it hard for me to figure out 
 why these haters fake their clout 
strained main focus is to bring me down
sit around and  run their mouths
i'm lasting several rounds 
too many front the fight
gloves come off then they throw the towel

(x 2)

fiend to see what's seeping
beneath these closet doors with all these skeletons that you seem to keep in
secrecy but it's demons
that keep you awake at night
fuels my sleep to achieve my dreams and
non apologetic nah not to anyone 
finnin for that truth
but when that shoe fits then you try to run
beyond the shadows where you might hide
beyond the shadow of a doubt you can't run from my light shine

now tell who's congruent
to the exact pursuit of happiness 
defined monetarily 
money diluted 
paper chased man i swear that i understand it
but to change just who are is not appropriated 
inner circle 
hollywood congregated feel the flames of fame
flawed blind eyes lets keep them dilated 
don't you remember who you are and what you stood for 
all those days before you made it?
haha hold up…. made it?
can you define the term?
if made it means to fake then i swear you all the parasites 
i'll be the germ 
no amount of money will ever define me
wont plagiarize the game
your lack of intellect astounds me 

now tell me who's conceited
believe that what you say 
can influence me to recede from what i believe in 
yeah take it personal cause this is on you
no need to point the finger its the spotlight that's on you

now you might see this as a shot fired
but its the truth that truly hurts
and it's the game that has grown tired
whatever happened to hip hop 
lyrics from tip top
money power greed i call that trip hop
anytime i see that ignorance is glorified 
makes my skin crawl 
you're not hip hop personified 
check the lesson
our future looks depressing
club anthems run the airwaves
party track get girls undressing
oh you run the block?
oh you used to drug deal?
well now you're getting paid suit and tie shit
now they steal
you're a cash cow commodity
frontin thug while you're cashing all these white check hypocrisies 

now tell me who to fear when
this mirage
this facade
is exposed for who you are and your entourage 
you have the gift of a voice and you choose to 
neglect to guide the youth instead you preach to do what you do


Mensa - It's Money That Brought Us Here

Produced by TunnaBeatz
Lyrics://
they say time and tide wait for no man
to define where i stand
to own who i am 
but my apologies
i've lost the sight of land due to fallacies  
drifting with the currents past and present ideologies 
but who am i to say whats at stake in our society
when i can't amount to sand 
or the constructs of my anomalies
i'm drowning 
drift to sea first
to think of peace beneath versed
well equipped with truths but it doesn't mean i'll be heard
so i tread on
 so long as i am lead on
to believe that theres a hope beyond horizons that i'm set on 
fiend to see it 
its my faith brings belief in
the comfort in these waves don't define this boat i be in 
smooth sailing rough waters
slowly drifting closer or maybe drifting farther
who's to say
or who's to blame
pointing fingers
splashing blame 
i never understood it 
just be humble we all drift away 


compass pointed
sins to be anointed
we all become believers when mortality is cornered
the floor is 
ocean adjourned until we come to terms with the appreciations that we seem to burn 

will i learn my lessons blessed with
able of confessions
defined by my own pride 
to not sink amongst the pressures
to measure 
what's better
is a disrespectful gesture 
we're all lost amongst the sea
navigating through this weather 
or not to be determined is the fate of those such men
who drift amongst the waves 
inside the boats that they've been given
 and complain about the size but neglecting it's condition 
they lose sight of their own lives
thats the island that they're missing 

so carry on for this is how you live 
so who am i to say its wrong or to judge your boats condition
 maybe i'm the only one who's drowning in this sea
maybe i'm the guilty party in our deplorable society










Mensa - Slowly Drifting

Produced by RudeSkillz 
Lyrics://
yo i understand these lessons
pressed hard impressions
figure it's the truth to help us answer certain questions 
but who's in line to save us
our leaders straight played us
crooked eye politics 
dividing all our races 
these stages afraid it's not the safest
world to raise the youth
but then who's in line to change it?
education fading
text book altercations
absent of the backbone 
now we're hiding in safe spaces
triggered but the truth that
the youth well they can't face it
beat around the bush so as to not to melt their faces
overwhelmed abases
PC courts and cases 
no more tough skins and scrapes
just occupying places
relations sinking by the day
underway let's face it
this direction that we're heading 
in this world 
i hate it
can't we see what's happening here 
we're being baited 
hook line and sinker in this government equation
power to the people well then let's rise up and take it
not riot in the streets and perpetuate the hatred 
this manipulation of the news channels change it
believe nothing heard until the facts have been stated 
dictated by the media rules just how we take it
drama queens in high school really nothing changes
town criers in the quad it's the fools who relay it 
misconstrued 
guilty of this  telephone game
cause we all play it

I Am Thomas's Album

Mensa - Unsafe Spaces

Short but heavy... Produced by Sipos Alex
Lyrics://
but through all that i have seen will it define me?
bring me to the circle of sin and will it bind me?
even if what i feel inside my heart is good
all that evil surrounds me if i could shut it out i promise Lord i surely would
but is it such temptations surely to deceive me?
this devil on my shoulder and the stressors that will bleed me
and if i turn my back then will you tell me what comes next?
a barrage of knives and finger nails scratching stabbing at my neck?
i bet you 
more negatives when you try to drop the devil’s weight 
when i vow to not reciprocate such negatives and jealous hate
and who is the one who will anoint me from my sins?
is there a purest form of human on this planet that exists?
but tell me am I good man?
do I deserve the fruits of life if i labor with that good hand?
will i be spared through catastrophic unfolds upon this good land?
to exist amongst such blasphemies and the humans i must withstand?
i ask you
please tell me am i good man?
i struggle to survive everyday amongst this quicksand
through the rise and fall of everything to uncover what's the good plan
will I be judged amongst the others when i leave this human wasteland?
but tell me am i good man? 
through the fall of honesty 
who can i trust enough to unhand
our ethics and dignities
moralities we disband?
for granted this gift of life
while i strive to be a good man

Mensa - What Defines Me?

Produced by Sipos Alex
Recorded and Mastered by Adam Castilla
Lyrics://
it was as simple as this
as simple as the way that the blade touched the wrist 
as simple as it seems to express those urges that insist to purge 
just to cope and merge with all those others that exist
and i understand this is a release for all such visions
viciously imprisoned emotional prisms 
maniacal with wisdom 
a societal incision 
implemented by those who only identify as victims 
but i don't understand positions 
that lack backbones or ambitions 
barely exist in this life 
emaciated in condition 
 and who's at fault for this rise and fall?
and you can't claim success unless you've climbed that wall
but who's to blame when you face that wall?
when there's no one but yourself so you must stand tall 

we see and we hear what we want


when will we seem to learn our lesson?
pressed hard i'm guessing
we'll never learn the answers if we don't ask any questions?

hell maybe we're too deep
refuse to rise up when we're glued to our tv

why participate these lies can't affect me as much when i'm safe hiding here inside 
i swear i don't understand it 
it's like we've brainwashed our minds
it's  like the government planned it 
and we just exist amongst time
i swear i can't understand it
can we just open our minds?
and that this life on this planet 
opinions and stances
the way we keep it inside

Mensa - Just A Moment

Mensa - All Natural (Produced by Weapons of Wax Destruction)

Produced by Sourze
Lyrics://
why can't i open up my eyes and see the life inside?
aside from the struggle pain and the violence that guides 
minds got it twisted devised by the system alive 
enlisted in masses 
persistant assassins 
don't turn your back 
these knives are destined to fastened 
retract any statements that are distant from classes
professed in honor like they're just spittin' the facts is
 this the way that we insist to exist in this fashion?
comprised of a deluge sick vicious infractions
faceless in existence 
i'm just doing the math kid
it doesn't add up 
like we're stuck in subtraction 
plagued by the hate like it's a vicious contraction 
but who's awake in this state and can we take action?
and rise up and shake off this deliberate distraction 
radio waves well they're controlled by the fascists 
money hungry thieves fiends financial transactions 
  but what lesson's in session when we're left guessing the message 
and the only thing heard are the sheep and the stresses 
 and we come to find out we're just pawns here for pressing 
on amongst the wall of the royal confessions 
i guess i understand that this could be the way we all end it
maybe not understand but come to terms and make amends with 
if we can't stand now then we'll forever hold our peace
but our peace is bought and sold no returns and no receipts 
best believe our peace extinct 
we let it happen as a whole 
broken chain weakest link
sat in silence watched it grow 
and now it's over bearing  
overpowered and it took control 
and we're sitting here in arms 
pointing fingers selling souls 
unless we understand this could be the way we end it
refuse to let them decide what they choose to feed our brains with 
then we will never stand a chance 
there is no chance in hell
where do you think it's all derived from
is it that tough for you to tell 
distraction tactics 
mind control practice 
algorithmic blackness 
facades but they're all plastic 
and here we are
sunk amongst the rubble
face in our hands 
sobbing cries that we're in trouble

Mensa - Pissing On Flames

produced by RudeSkillz

i never understand what they were talking about
oppressed by what faceless form 
and as they're running their mouths
choose to be victim of theoretical bouts 
but the math don't make sense 
when you're subtracting them out
terrorized by your own anger and your ignorant sounds
stand upon the pedestal fixed upon weakening grounds
foundations chipped away by the negative plows 
but then keep your arms extended while they're still handing them out 

American by birth 
so why can't we be proud
fixate on the past and repeat it but how 
start dropping n bombs and think you're holding it down?
you perpetuate the hate
with your ignorant sound 
claim to be excluded 
but who's targeted now?
just because i'm white  
you claim i'm stealing your sound
appropriation what?
now explain to me how
 a Culture and race 
 are synonymous sounds

i was raised to not see color
so stop you're pinning me down 
your hate blinds the truth from what's happening now
it's not the white people who are gunning you down
when gangs and street violence are what's glorified how?
Education is for all so stop clowning around
on all those in your hood who have the drive to get out 
claim they're acting white and not holding it down
but you're a slave to the streets 
your master's radio sounds


race irrelevant when you focus the cup is 
contents half full and no ones holding the bluff grin
faking the funk just to front they're toughest 
when you have hate in your heart there's no room for the love kid
understand we all struggle 
water rising above chins
but the more we segregate the more years of this sentence 
prisoners to hate 
release nothing but love list
everything we're thankful for
gifted, given, and blessed with 

understand my ancestors were also oppressed is
this a pissing match 
enough is enough this
media news televisions and puppets
are exactly what is wrong 
and they're nothing without this
fuel for the fire that we're giving them 
trust is something that is earned 
not tuned in and stuffed in 
believe nothing of what you hear and only half of your visions
nothing's what it seems 
it brings us back to that prison 


so let's figure it out
understand that not everyone's 
hate based as they're pacing around 
some faceless state sanctioned
fate but who's raising a brow
some innate bait schemin straight
 fishing them out 
instigate and escalate 
some demonstration of power 
overcompensate the legislation intent to devour
understand that this land is mine and your
this land here is ours 
but the longer we stand here in hate
the more it sours

Mensa - Checking My White Privilege (Feat. Ben Shapiro)

Produced by Sipos Alex Feat. Adriana Hamilton Available on iTunes and various other platforms!

Within the Institute of Man (feat. Adriana Hamilton) - Single

Within the Institute of Man (feat. Adriana Hamilton)

This is one of the first rap songs I ever created when I started recording back in 2012 and sadly this song is even more so relevant today... come on people. 
LYRICS:///
hate
what is hate?
hate is what you feel for yourself
but project it on to someone else
hate
because you'll never change
play the roll of the victim
when you're the one to perpetrate 
change
is an action that you feel inside
it comes with the maturation 
change is when you realize
that you can be a better person
as your life unfurls 
if everyone felt this way
then we can change the world


peace
peace is something that will never have
division with the
kids growing up without their dads
moms with addictions
parents who raise their kids
with way too much conviction
re-seam the stitches
cleanse the wound
eradicate this hate
envision life in someone else's shoes
no stealing off of others plates

time
time can mend 
but at the same time time can bend
and when you bend too far
its sure to break and end
break
break  is what we have
set it right
lets fix mistakes
mistakes
something we're sure to make
historical ambivalence
ignore the past then we're destined
set to bath in its equivalence 
we'll never have
equality
define the word
no balance in this act
when the poverty defines world
it's pinned
pegged as a technicality
terms politically defined by the bipolar of financial greed
what is greed
it's hard to doubt
you may not have it all
but you're all still living with your hands out

its not the money
cant build a better house
with the materials of earth
but the foundations of your heart and mouth 
be the change
self reflect
do unto others
with the same respect 
 as you or any human would expect 

respect
what is respect
demands don't meet the needs
when our lucid dreams
are devised of money power greed
we lose the insight
incite the riot fights
respect is earned
not bought
no longer
earned just only sought 
sought
with the power of ones mind
the the brains only as strong
as the will of you as man kind


Mensa - Change The World

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