The Truth

Go Numb

Small Reality

Xmas Special

Midnight Ramen

Ooohhooohohhh and everything still the same,
And I’m still one to blame for your infatuation,
That fits in your equation,
That Fibonnaci sacred in your life. In your life.

Roll up a blunt and come chill with me.
Hope you don't mind I don’t blow the trees.
It gives ya boy anxiety,
Paranoid, that’s what I avoid.
It's your boy, nicotene fix,
Dimethyltriptamine hit,
With a listerine strip.
I go to my crib stay invisibly lit,
By end of the night see history writ. (sigh)
I ascend to the stars and shit.
It's my attempt to write bars and shit.
My garage I park cars in it.
J.K. I don't gotta garage you bitch. 
Pay monthly dues and fees.
While I still got the energies.
With my homemade recipes
I will head out and seize my destiny.
Carpe Diem - latin phrase,
The OG shit, You best believe this,
I stumble on Earth ever since my birth,
And I ended up dead - puttin' THAT in a verse.
Put THAT in reverse. I’ll be the first
To rap like, how I rap like.
And that’s a fact like,
Books full of weird ass facts like,
The Barnes and Noble - humor section,
I walk around til’ it’s 10pm,
Now it's closing. I hit the car then I dip,
24 hour drive-thru for the Frosty,
French fry dipped in the shake, now she wants me.
We talk love cos she be,
Arguing with me about Marvel and DC.
Expanded universes and canon
And all that real shit that matters. 
To me....

Ooohhooohohhh and everything still the same,
And I’m still one to blame for your infatuation,
I know that love is sacred,
But I still want these ladies in my life.
In my life.

Leo Sun that means I’m hella cool.
Virgo cusp the Earth residue.
Aquarius, we won't get into.
Leo Moon, Sagitarrius midheaven- dude.
I wasted my bars on astrology.
But it all good, it don’t bother me.
I got open mind with a lot of dreams,
And really that's ways that it ought to be.

And I never stop, I keep on, making guap,
That’s the life of a star.
You work grind nine to five with a drive of a slave,
An American Race,
The baggy eyes on they face,
Skinny jeans at the mall out in Stockton,
Walking, arguing online,
Facebook on the comments,
What we got in common,
Both quite obnoxious,
I like it ironic.
Sippin' on Pabst cos they won a Blue Ribbon 
Like back in the day now you look like a hipster.
I rock no beard but I still wear a flannel,
I ride no fixies but I vibe cos I'm Nam Vo,
I channel with ya chakras,
One hand sippin on Import monster,
Caffeine triggering my jaws teeth clenching,
Grinding my teeth in my sleep just like I meant it.

Infatuation

Fuck it, now that Hip Hop Dead,
I come in, Let you feel my dread like,
What is it like pimpin' these hoes?
I don’t really live that life so I wouldn’t know. Tellem.
Fuck it, now that hip hop’s dead,
That substance I abuse to shreds like,
What is it like smokin' that dope?
I don’t really live that life so I wouldn’t know.

I write a song for me myself, I alone,
When I hold the microphone,
Make me feel like I’m at home,
On the floor, as I sprawl like
A starfish, Photosynthesize,
Sunlight every morning.
I have been recording, thoughts
A stream of conscious,
Caught me being honest,
Only here I'm on it.
Otherwise we lyin to ourselves
Like we all is.
Looking for something to take your mind offa all this,
Ah yeah, Breathe of fresh air,
That's that real shit.
Show you what a human is.
Rap without the politics,
Or the the prophecies,
Of religious talk,
Never get involved,
With the criminals,
Style is subliminal,
Individual,
Yeah, at least the last time I checked,
I’m artistic or something,
Autistic or something.
I been hella smart,
Dumb it down at the function.
Down with dumb shit
1000 100.
I kept it so real, that you left the simulation.
Woke up from the Matrix outside of that Matrix.
So tell me why you always hatin’,
With your deprivation,
Either it way it goes we still gone end up at the same shit like,

Fuck it, now that Hip Hop Dead,
I come in, Let you feel my dread like,
What is it like pimpin' these hoes?
I don’t really live that life so I wouldn’t know. Tellem.
Fuck it, now that hip hop’s dead,
That substance I abuse to shreds like,
What is it like smokin' that dope?
I don’t really live that life so I wouldn’t know.

Back to the lab once again,
I can spit it how I feel it
I don’t give a fuck about nothing,
Less I get up and reveal it, in the middle of the night
When you put those thoughts aside,
Now they back to take a bite outta yo veins.
Like a vampire, from the inside of,
Your spirit mind and body,
The Holy Ghost didn’t even want nothing to do,
Now I've got nothing to lose,
Waking up I hit the snooze,
Cruise the avenues,
Getting through the afternoons.
And I ain't mad at you,
When I’m looking back at you,
All I notice is I see another human
That is cool.
So why we gettin' mad about the mean mug,
When we all been trapped couldn't reach for,
Any door to exit,
Crusin in 97, two door Lexus,
I"m representing every race
They my brethren.
Rap got me breathless.
I'm a bit dyslexic,
Seeing all these words that I wrote can't spit them.

Fuck it, now that Hip Hop Dead,
I come in, Let you feel my dread like,
What is it like pimpin' these hoes?
I don’t really live that life so I wouldn’t know. Tellem.
Fuck it, now that hip hop’s dead,
That substance I abuse to shreds like,
What is it like smokin' that dope?
I don’t really live that life so I wouldn’t know.

HIP HOP hands up if you a fan of hip hop,
One thing thing bout music is it’s better when it’s hip hop.
And I get lost in these measures like whatever,
But hip hop dead I ain’t here to resurrect it.
Lazarus pit, had it with this,
Reminiscence, yo favorite rapper dead, you nostalgic
And they don’t make it like they did back then,
Like that Tupac Biggie - hear it often.
All been, livin’ in the vision of they dream we evolvin',
Caught in a cycle, gangsta rap mosh pit.
Honest to god I just chill in 3 dimension,
And freedom I defend it while I’m rappin independent, 
I spit it like I meant it,
You spit for cash checkin’
I rap for no one else but I and me and never beggin’
That shit is hypnotizing cult minded
Dolla signs changin' minds and don’t mind it,
Just gotta give the message.

Fuck it, now that Hip Hop Dead,
I come in, Let you feel my dread like,
What is it like to be writing with no purpose.
I put in my verse, like
Fuck it, now that Hip Hop Dead,
I come in, Let you feel my dread like,
What is it like to be writing with no purpose.
I put in my verse, like

Hip Hop Dead

Summer days say so long to the craze,
The autumn leaves falling to these rocks that I paved.
The path that I carved out, walking in the shade,
I wish I had some sun upon my veins
Maybe I’m a cold blooded human,
I could be a reptilian, vaudeville spittah,
Dreaming bout gettin the cheddar.
Cos rappers like to rap about they mackin gettin’ stacks,
Off that drug money while I'm flipping though my paperbacks.
I'm a writer bilingual, tryna do his thing tho,
Put em on the map all of my Vietnamese people,
The english second language just a thing I need to speak on.
I look like I’m a mutt, they talk to me like I'm a creature.
I rock it in the basement, step up  to the theater,
Until I graduated, validate your class speaker.
The glass is half full, but the rest is half ether.
I came to play the fool for no reason!
You see it in his readiness,  
Bruce Lee water flow emptiness,
God reside up in me just like I said he did.
Yin to the Yang, and I been to the gang,
That speak that esoteric language you claim is strange.
With your mind rearrangin', psilocybin climax,
Peak on your trip a few times tho I might have,
Contemplate in beds that I lay for the night and,
Ask if this IS the place I’m bout to die at?

Pondering eternal constant, conscious,
And you like rap, sayin fuck that conscious,
Claim you like that real rap, then you go get boxed in,
Where I’m tryna go, so boxless.

Where I’m tryna go, there ain’t even a road for you to walk on. 
Where I’m tryna go, there ain’t even a road for you to walk on.
Cos baby I'm afraid, what you need ain't that 
Crackcocaine that you stuffed in your face.
Cos where I’m tryna go, there ain’t even a road for you to walk on.

99 Ranch bout to buy a couple snacks,
Headin’ back to the 82nd Ave,
Where the streets full of cracks,
And my next door neighbor smoked the crack.
And my dad tellin stories bout his bros in Vietnam,
Like a frat. They also smoked that crack cocaine.
And they dead, My pops the only one sole Trang,
And surviving. Thank Jesus Christ he alive and,
Raising family in the states straight thrivin.

CrackCocaine

Mothafucka I'm Nam Vo, 
The son of the Vo Clan, Oh man, Oh God, 
Boy it really means nothing, I’m frontin’
A human being, all my life rather proudly.
But she don't even know nothin about me.
Skippin’ thru the valley of the Shadow of Death, 
I couldn’t swim, got the shallowest breath,
Quick delivery, my metabolism,
I digest cynicysm, psilocybin caps,
With your trap game mysticism.
Creed of Assassins,
Heed the unfathomable,
Illuminatus trilogy - that's what you need,
after all, the lungs breathe so collapsible,
Bars got you running back to me for the afterschool
Program to no man’s land, of the Vo Clan.
Oh man Oh god - It really means nothing.
They claim that they with me,
But know they really wasn’t,
They tryna bring the ruckus!
I kick it debug it,
With the nerd flow, word yo!
Word to your motherboard.
Hands on umbilical,
Court room swore the oath.
Why you even looking forward to the summer for?
I recall that last scorch wasn’t horrible.
2016, psychotic.
Ironic, they wanna change the world at all times,
With the violence.
Them SJWs - They wanna call it
Like white man solely be the cause of all your problems.
Fuck that! What you really need,
In futility,
Self accountability.
A Vietnamese speak these words,
And they never wanna listen,
They rather live a life:
Black and white should get to splittin'.
And massive riots crack up in your pipe you get to rippin'.
Your brother cast his eyes so you equip 
Extended clip into the rhythm.
This hip hop culture,
Bout to get knocked over,
I rebel like Americans to British.
Fuck it..

You hatin’ on him cos' he Asian.
You can’t refute the statements that he makin rather basic.
I’m chillin' on the pavement, kicks made by Asics.
I didn’t go to class cos ya boy stay sick with it.

Secret Society
I'm high flyin'.
Messenger is dead, 
Ideas not dyin'.
Get the best of her,
In America - Esoterica
Overhead like I’m M. Bison.

Secret Society

We'll Never Know

How it go? I don't know.
It's your boy Nam Vo.
And I do my thing.
How it go? I don't know.
It's your boy Nam Vo.
And I do my thing.

And I do my shit, 
underneath a watchful eye,
of the pyramid.
I lost my mind on a power trip.
I'm ignorant but without the bliss.
Shit turned gold like an alchemist.
Moving slow and I'm out of it,
And the folks at home like the sound of it-
Right here, tonight.
But I was just a bit depressed in the afternoon
sitting at my desk when I thought of you,
taking off that dress for my love to soothe.
Lumps in my chest.
Cracks in my heart.
This is why I'm bleeding out this Art.
I guess you can call it Art if you wish,
Just don't be bitchy about it after dark.
Rapping with A.D.D.
I meditate under shady tree.
She play like 1080p, ugh.
So there it goes- Took that shot I'm feeling buzzed.
Marching across the depths of existence
to feel your reckless love.
I'm so dramatic. But it's all cool.
The life goes on perpetual,
And our demise eventual, ugh.
On my ethereal bliss,
Eating cereal with,
That Muscular Milk,
Trying to gain all this weight by myself,
Now that I've stopped hating myself-
Placed these memories up on your shelf.
And this world is all in your head,
As the album playin' headphones stay in-
I seen shit in front of your eyes.
Tell me again, when are you coming by?
Love you though we nothing alike.
Might just be why we fuckin' tonight.

I guess you know by now for all I care. What a surprise?
I guess you know by now for all I care. So fuck my life.

How it go? I don't know.
It's your boy Nam Vo.
And I do my thing.
How it go? I don't know.
It's your boy Nam Vo.
And I do my thing.

NAM VO

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